"In a world . . . (etc.)"

-Don LaFontaine

". . . What's that? Buena's dead?"

"Afraid so."

Sigh. "All the women are dying from this virus . . . Wanna stay in late to fill in for her show?"

"Might as well. No way in hell I'm leaving the radio tower."

"I hear you. And if you listeners hear me out there at home, I suggest you do the same. So long as you substitute 'radio tower' with the closest form of shelter available. The virus isn't the only thing to be worried about, so be prepared."

"That's not to say you should dismiss the threat of the virus itself, though. We've uncovered new information on how to fight it, but I'm afraid it's not the easiest thing to bring up on live radio."

"We know parents out their want to explain the Birds and the Beedrills themselves to their children, so we'll just drop a hint our older viewers will pick up: make sure your Wailords use Hydro Pump daily."

"I think that'll just about cover it. But while we're experiencing a small scale apocalypse, how about we listen to a word from our sponsors?"

(cut to commercials)

Red laid there huddled next to the radio, still under shock from the whole situation. His mother had died from the virus too, seemed like only the young men survived. Pallet Town was completely deserted of life upon his arrival, at least until Blue showed up a few days later. His sister Daisy didn't survive either; predictable, but still terrible. Shame, she had a pretty good career as a pokémon coordinator.

Suddenly, clang!

Red jumped back and twirled around towards the door. Just Blue dropping a shovel by the doorstep, with a rolled up t-shirt draped over his shoulder, beads of sweat dotting across his bare chest. "Doesn't look . . . like we'll be worrying about zombies. . ." he panted with a weak smile, dragging his feet over to collapse on the couch. Red sighed in relief and smiled warmly, the radio warnings had screwed with his nerves lately. Bodies are disposed of now, though, that's at least one chore of this new lifestyle completed. He dove into the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of water for his exhausted friend, who took it eagerly and started chugging right away, only pausing from the binge to ask something. "Uh, hey Red? Mind if I get comfortable?"

He blinked. "The fan's on all the way up."

Blue chuckled. "I'm talking about my pants, silly."

Red's face blushed, well, red. "I, umm . . . well, it's not like I'd be looking . . ."

With his approval, Blue unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs, kicking them off into the floor under the coffee table. "You don't mind being dirty, do you?"

". . . W-what?" he stammered out, trying to avoid looking at his lower body.

"Me sprawling my clothes everywhere, making everything untidy." He laughed and ruffled Red's hair. "What's with you anyway? You figure I meant something weird when I brought up being dirty." He said, taking another swig from the water bottle. He saw Red cringe at the word again, and then he put together the obvious puzzle. That means he burst out cackling and spilled the water contents all over his body.

Though giggling a bit despite his nervousness, Red became a bit alarmed when the rival soaked himself. He scoured his eyes around to see if there was a towel nearby, but of course there wouldn't be one in the living room. He jumped on the problem quickly and hoisted up his shirt as well as a makeshift towel to dry Blue with instead.

Since the color blue wasn't an available healthy color for Blue to turn into, he had to settle with turning red as well. "Huh? Wait, no you don't have to . . ." he tried to mutter out, but the urge to resist was drowned out by the thrill of Red's soothing touch over his body. He leaned himself back to lay against the couch while holding back moans, as Red climbed on top to continue doing his job, wiping every inch of his torso.

"We better not catch a cold," said Red, "It's not like doctors will be an option for a while. Now to get you a dry pair of boxers . . ." he then looked down to examine them. Of course it was wet, but there was also a different kind of wet in it. A dab of precum at the tip of a steadily rising size from underneath the cloth. Both of them flinched at the discovery, but after some hesitation Red threw his hand blindly around the waistband to drag the boxers down, unleashing the member's full size once it was released from its restraints.

"Wait! Hold on!" Blue spat out, but went ignored as Red tugged around it and jerked furiously.

"Sorry, sorry . . ." Red whimpered as he worked on it. "The virus. I think you caught it, you know those reports of the first victims that died in masses with erections?"

Blue remembered how he laughed hearing that news broadcast then, before he knew it would lead to all this. "Wait, so . . . the virus makes dudes explode from sperm, or something?"

"I don't know, I don't know, but I figure I might as well take a shot instead of having you die on me . . ."

Blue pondered over the whole idea for a moment as Red tended to his body. "But . . . wait, you're just shaking it like some sort of . . . shakey thing." He scratched the back of his neck, trying to figure out the best way to get the message across. "I mean, I could just fap like that on my own."

Red ceased for a moment and looked up to him, somewhat disappointed. "Wouldn't you need a little help? You know . . ." he made an uncomfortable face. ". . . Umm, that'd just be . . . premature ejaculation. I think we need to get as much out as we can in one go."

Blue looked down upon him and sighed. "Alright, alright. Save my ass from dying, I guess. But come on, don't just jerk at it like that. There's not too much buildup that way."

Red groaned. "Fine, Mr. Bossy." He mumbled, ducking down to start licking up and down the shaft, and made sure to coat every inch of his rod with a warm, sticky layer. Blue's legs squirmed in his seat so Red had to latch on with a firm grip and kneaded him gently. As Blue finally released moans that swam through his body, Red wrapped his lips around the shaft to make him moan even harder. Blue stroked his hair as his head bobbed up and down sucking on him, and made a quick grab at the ass to make him loosen a muffled squeak. After much teasing inside Red's warm, wet mouth, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Wailord, use Hydro Pump!" Blue called out, releasing his precious bodily fluids down his rival's throat. Red eagerly gulped down the essence, tasting its slimy yet satisfying flavor. He reemerged and took a few deep breaths, with a string of cum still dripping down his chin.

"Mmm . . . it's super effective . . ."

One late jet of cum came splattering on Red's pecs, but that seemed to be the last of it. "Heh. What would you call that, a critical hit?"

Red shrugged and rubbed the essence over his chest. "I dunno, I'm just gonna call it sexy." The comment made Blue smirk and tug him close to wrap an arm around him, where Red rested his head on his shoulder. He looked down at the member again and realized it reverted to its normal state. "Umm . . . looks like you didn't have the virus after all."

Blue pinched his eyebrows and followed where Red's gaze pointed towards. "Heh. Gee, I wonder where I might've possibly gotten hard?"

Red slung a playful punch to the gut. "Shut up, you know I turned you on."

Blue chuckled and licked some of his own cum off of Red's chin. "Sure, whatever."

A/N: Alright dudes, I'm hoping this one's gonna be a long runner, so I'll be updating on it whenever I get horneh. (also known as maybe friggin ALWAYS? Possibly?) This should expand to encompass all the sexy pokedudes that I can fit in, so at a later point you can make some suggestions as to who should make an appearance. It's too early in to start picking some out of course, with just Red and Blue here at the moment, I'll give the go ahead to make request once the cast gets leveled out. But what you can suggest in reviews at any time is what kind of sexy situations I should put these guys in~! So that means reading the reviews of this fic isn't for the faint of heart ;) (or reading the fic itself, of course)