Type: Fairy

Nature: Docile (adjective- ready to accept instruction; submissive)

Seme/Uke: Satoshi/Citron

* Song Inspiration: "Take Me on the Floor" by The Veronicas


"Goodnight, everyone!" The two teens waved to Citroid and their Pokemon, determined to see who could get to the elevator the fastest.

They had returned to Kalos earlier that week for Eureka's tenth birthday, happy to hear that she and a friend were setting out for badges. Seeingas they had an extra day to themselves before their flight back out, the two boys decided to visit Kiloude City for a date. And although they had fun battling and winning prizes, by evening they had returned to Prism Tower with something entirely different in mind.

Citron flung his bedroom door wide open, letting Satoshi enter before locking them in. Excitement was boiling in his stomach. They had been teasing each other all day with coy glances and subtle touches, going so far as to makeout on the monorail back to Miare City (which earned them a fair amount of "lewd!" or "yaoi!" gasps). The inventor tossed his backpack on the floor and reached to turn on the light, before being stopped by his boyfriend.

"Get over here." Satoshi commanded, wrapping his arms around the boy's neck and throwing them both against the door. He hungrily locked lips with him, breathing heavily as his heart raced.

"Mm..!" The back of the Citron's head hit the wall with a thud, only slightly padded by his boyfriend's fingers laced in his hair. Satoshi aggressively invaded every last corner of the boy's mouth that he could reach, licking and nipping. "Hmmph..mm.." The inventor's deep moans were muffled between their bruised lips.

"S-Satoshi.." He coyly broke the kiss, panting deeply. His face flushed a sweet pink as he stared into the Kanto boy's amber eyes. "W-wait.."

"No." Satoshi didn't listen, instead pulling the blond in for another kiss. Against his lips, the inventor smirked. If there was one thing that he knew turned Satoshi on the most, it was playing the 'innocent school boy' card. All it took was some minimal resistance, a little blush and a bat of his large blue eyes and... BOOM! Satoshi'd be hornier than a Lopunny on Viagra and Red Bull.

I've got you right where I want you..

Citron's hands skimmed over the trainer's chest. His long pale fingers moved into his shirt collar so he could stroke the boy's collar bone ever so lightly. The more they kissed and the more he teased, the more their hormones went wild.

Satoshi's hands traveled down the inventor's back, wrapping themselves tightly around his hips. He needed more. Aggresively, he yanked off his gloves and let them fall to the floor. It was funny to think that some nights their sex life was tender and gentle. Then others (like tonight), the blond would be so submissive and so willing to take all of the testosterone driven madness that pumped through his blood.

"God damn.." Again he broke the kiss, but only long enough to remove his shirt and throw it across the room. Quickly his hands went to work on Citron's, clenching the fabric of his button-up top and ripping it open in one swift motion.

"Satoshi!" The Kalosian gasped as Satoshi lunged at his collar bone, lavishing it until fleshy bruises started painting his pale skin. "W-wow.."

"You better be ready," The raven haired teen growled, grinding his hips in time to the blond's needy moans and whines of pleasure. His jeans were getting tighter and tighter the longer they went on. "Because when I'm done with you, you're not going to be able to walk."

"I don't mind," The boy's head fell back, letting his partner kiss down his ear to his chest. "I like it when you play rough." His voice was low and silky. Against his skin, hot breathe as he chuckled, reaching into his back pocket and removing a Choice Scarf from their battle earlier that day.

He didn't need to say a word for Citron to obey, as the blond shrugged his torn shirt off, then turned around to face the wall, looking back with excitement sparkling in his icey blue eyes. Satoshi took the scarf, and secured his wrists tightly behind his back. It was like they were able to tell what the other wanted without words, like they had their own type of electric communication.

"You're not wasting any time, huh?" he teased, feeling Satoshi's arousal pressing into his tied hands. It was almost amusing how animalistic he was acting, although he couldn't lie, his own body was longing to be touched as he grinded himself back on the Kanto boy.

"Why wait?" Nimbly, the trainer reached around, undoing the blond's jeans and started pulling them down. "With such a handsome face and nice ass, it's like you're begging for it." Slowly, he laid kisses down the centre of his lean frame all the way down to his lower back, taking the last bit of remaining clothing with him. He stood and wrapped a hand around the boy's member, pumping slowly while enjoying the moans coming from deep in his throat. "I need you now."

"Then come and get me." From behind him with tied hands, the blond undid Satoshi's pant button and pulled down the zipper. He didn't want to wait either, every minute that passed only made him want the trainer more and more. Quickly, the last bit of their clothing fell to the floor, leaving them both completely exposed.

Forcefully, the Kanto boy turned him around so they were now face to face. For a minute, they just stared into each other's eyes, momentarily returning back to common sense.

"I love you, you know.." Satoshi gave him a small peck on the lips, holding one hand in his partner's gold coloured hair. Amidst all the sex and testosterone, he didn't want the boy to forget that he really was the most precious thing in his life.

"I love you too." Citron smiled, his voice a sweet whisper as his chest heaved.

"Let me know if it starts to hurt.."

"I promise." With that, the inventor leaned forward, catching Satoshi's lips and nipping lightly. That was all the confirmation the trainer needed. Lustfully, he groaned, grinding his hips and arousal against his boyfriend's.

In a swift motion, he brought them both to the floor, dominating the Kalosian easily. He forced the boy's shoulders to the ground, hearing a small grunt as he made impact. With one hand, Satoshi was pumping himself, getting ready to take him.

"Do you want lube or anything?"

"No, not tonight." Citron looked back at him, a subtle yet seductive spark in his eye. The look of surprise on Satoshi's face was an amusing mix of confussion and hornyness.

"O-Okay." He positioned himself at his entrance, and began pushing himself into his partner.

"Ahhh...uhh.." The inventor winced as he sank deeper into him. Although he'd never admit it, the more it hurt, the better it felt. He moaned, pushing himself back on to Satoshi's cock. "G-Go all the way."

That was all the trainer needed, forcefully, he thrusted as far as he could, filling the boy easily. The bedroom's near silence as broken, as Citron let out a drawn out mewl, his tone a mixture of pain and pleasure. His eyes screwed shut, and his fingers clawed at Satoshi's stomach.

"A-Are you okay?" The boy leaned close to his partner, concern (but also excitement) painting his face. It took all the self control he had to wait, because although he knew that Citron liked it rough, he wanted to avoid hurting him at all costs.

"I-I'm fine." He whined, this cheeks a deep pink. "Please, fuck me.."

Cautiously, Satoshi started, pushing in and out. Slowly the Kanto boy could hear (and feel) the blond relaxing, now enjoying every thrust as much as him. He grinned, and pulled on his hair, bringing him up for a passionate kiss and running his tounge around every inch he could reach.

He relished the feeling of being inside his boyfriend's warm, tight ass. All his rampaging teenage boy hormones pumped through his blood, fogging up what little consious thought was left in his head. The most primitive parts of them showed themselves with every desperate thrust and lustful moan.

They broke the kiss, panting heavily.

"Sa-Satoshi.." the inventor whined in his sweet needy uke voice. "Uhh...mm.."

"Citron.." he growled back, grabbing hold of the boy's thin hips and yanking him closer. There was one spot the was looking for in particular, if only he could get the right angle...

"Th-that's it!" He suddenly gasped, arching his back. The blond's face was flushed a rosy pink, his glasses knocked onto the carpet with another deep hard thrust. "Do that again!"

"Got it." Satoshi smirked and grabbed his tied hands, using them to pull him closer. He knew that Citron would tell him if he was being too rough, but that wouldn't be too much of an issue. The blond LOVED being man handled. With one hand, he pushed the boy further down to the grown, fucking him as hard as he could.

"SATOSHI!" his voice along with their desperate pants filled the room. The dark bedroom's windows reflected their image back. Citron watched Satoshi through the ceiling high glass.

His lean tanned body glowed subtly from the golden city lights and moon seeping into the room. A peachy pink flush tinted his marked cheeks and sweat rolled down his face as he gave him all he could. There was something just so exotic about him that drove the Kalosian mad. Satoshi leaned down, pressing his hot sticky skin against his partner's.

"C-Citron," he growled, bringing a hand around to pump his cock. They were getting close. He could feel the inventor's muscles tensing, and by the sounds of it (he was getting louder and louder the further along they got), it'd be any second now...

"O-Ohh ! Satoshi!" He whined. "Je.. J'ai bes..." He let out a desperate moan, fingers clawed uncontrollably as he came hard into Satoshi's hand. The Kanto boy followed nearly immedietely, filling his partner with hot sticky cum. Exhausted, they collapsed on the floor.

"Shit.." Satoshi sighed, rubbing his face into the blond's neck. "We need to do that more." He gave the boy a small kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah." Citron smiled, feeling Satoshi's heart beat hard against his back. They laid on the carpet for a while, trying to regain their composure. Slowly, Satoshi sat back up, pulled him into his lap and began untieing his wrists.

The inventor blushed, now eye to eye with his lover. His whole body ached, and a faint burning on his chest told him he had gotten rug burn somewhere along the way. Brightly coloured hickies lined his collar bone, occasionally dotted with toothmarks. The trainer's eyes scanned over him, examining exactly HOW aggressive they had been.

"Geez, I really got ya, huh?" A tanned hand stroked the boy's face, gently moving to straighten his messy gold coloured hair.

"Like I said, I like it when you're rough." He smiled, giving him one last kiss before they turned in for the night.


Fairy? Down ;)

"Charm"- Citron's whole "innocent school girl" act

"Play Rough"- The entire inspiration!

"Moonlight"- the ceiling high window thing

"Sweet Kiss"- The part right before they f*ck!

:) hope you guys enjoyed!