Lucifer stood a bit stiffly at the center of all the attention, back in his human form. The costume reflecting Sir Aaron's outfit made him uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do about that now. Glancing out into the crowd, he saw a pink head and a bright wave.

He nearly rolled his eyes. Did she really expect him to wave stupidly when the queen was presenting Sir Aaron's staff to him?

Speaking of such, Lucifer diverted his attention to Queen Ilene when she came to stand in front of him. Utter silence blanketed the ballroom. "This is the staff of the guardian," she told him with unsurprising clarity, "that once belong to the great Sir Aaron." Her sea-green eyes were warm with affection, glowing with admiration. "According to our tradition, the winner of the pokemon contest is named the guardian of the aura for the year, and is presented with this staff."

Lucifer's blue, blue eyes snapped down to the sight of the staff of dark grey iron, the azure crystal nestled in the center. Sir Aaron's staff, and Lucario's imprisonment.

"On behalf of my kingdom, Dexter, it's yours."

Lucifer gave a grave nod, and after a second's hesitation, took the scepter into his glove-clothed hands, gloves eerily similar to the actual ones in Mew's tree.

The feel of the smooth metal in his grip sent his heart pumping. After experiencing the story firsthand, Lucifer felt a kind of intimacy with staff and the soul that had been held captive inside. He gazed down on the gleaming crystal, barely hearing the sound of polite applause in his ears.

Queen Ilene stepped forward, spreading her hands regally. "Now we will begin the grand ball, honoring Sir Aaron and Lucario, and our new guardian. Please, enjoy yourselves everyone!"

The festivities began promptly. Lucifer sat in his chair, untroubled, gazing down at the glorious staff he held. It fascinated him, and his attention stayed fixed upon it until he heard a voice of importance.

"Sir Dexter." He looked over to the queen he sat next to. Her eyes were kind. "How fares your Lucario? Where is he? I'm sure the people would love to meet him."

Lucifer averted his eyes out to the dancing people so she could not see the lie. "He is a naturally aloof pokemon," he stated, watching a pink head in her equally green dress with pink flowers. Once again, she took his breath away. "He has retreated outside to the forest somewhere."

"Ah, I see." She was disappointed. He could hear it in her voice. However, Queen Ilene didn't stop the conversation there. "He reminds me much of our very own Lucario who saved this kingdom before. Lucario was very much aloof and hardened. He was stolid."

Little did she know. And wouldn't she be surprised to know that he was not a human, but the very Lucario she wished to see?

The orchestra struck up a livelier jig, and Lucifer watched Mew immediately take the dance floor with a new partner. Queen Ilene glanced over at him.

"This may seem forward," she said, "but I must confess it as true. Your eyes are most beautiful, more azure than the sky."

At a loss of what to say, Lucifer just gripped Sir Aaron's staff tighter. "Thank you."

Queen Ilene smiled. The old woman behind Lucifer did not move and did not speak. "You've trained your Lucario so well. And he is so strong with the aura."

Lucifer clenched his fist. It was on the tip of his tongue to say that he had trained hard. "Yes, we train hard." Thinking of how far he had come from the inept Lucario he once was, a slight smirk touched his face. "Yes, teaching him how to use his aura was like pulling teeth."

The queen suddenly sat straighter, eyes widening. "You taught him to use his aura? You are an authentic aura guardian?"

Her voice was laced through with reverence. An uncommon blush tried to make it to his face, but he fought it down. "Yes, but only in training."

"Who is your teacher?" Queen Ilene asked in breathless wonder. Her alight eyes only made things clearer that she was fascinated. "Can you demonstrate?"

Lucifer wondered which question she wanted answered first, but he eventually worked his way backwards. Taking off his glove and extending his palm towards her, Lucifer let the aura flow gently from inside of him. It stirred like a ripple from the bottom of a vast pool, starting deep and making its way to the surface. The glowing blue energies danced within his palm.

Queen Ilene's face was captured with rapt attention. Her hand started to unconsciously reach out, but she withdrew it quickly. "May I?"

A flash of surprise shafted through Lucifer. Could she? He had never actually had someone touch his aura before, so he didn't know the full effects of it. Mew had once said that it was dangerous to attack with his aura, so he knew it was risky for her to make contact with it. Also, it was a part of his deepest being—he suspected that she could touch his emotions.

Hiding it all swiftly, Lucifer tried to tone down the sheer power embodied in the energies and tried to detach himself some from the glowing aura that thrived in his palm. "As you please," he told her, and it was then he realized that they had an audience.

The people of the celebration were slowing their dances to watch with just as much curiosity as Lucifer did when Queen Ilene put her hand out. Her slender fingers hesitated close, so close Lucifer was sure he could FEEL it, and then she dipped her fingers into the aura energy, even going so far as to lightly touch his palm.

Lucifer felt his body jolt rigid at the sudden unabashed contact with her. She was touching his very emotions themselves, touching his entire being at the slightest brush of her fingertips. No harm came to her fingers at the contact, so the thought of it being unsafe was thrown out the window—he clearly had to mean malice to the person for his aura to hurt them—but that still didn't account for how she was all but touching his SOUL.

Jerking upright with a small gasp, Lucifer twisted away from the contact with her as if burned, and the experience left his heart thumping wildly.

Queen Ilene quickly brought her had back as well. "I'm sorry," she said fast, face turning a bit pink. "I did not mean—"

"No," he interrupted, withdrawing his hand and replacing the glove. His insides still shook uncomfortably at the sensation of being stripped of all privacy. "It was my fault. I didn't know what would happen."

"Which is why you shouldn't experiment like that," a chipper voice chirped. Lucifer looked up to see Mew in all the glory of her pink hair tip toe up the steps daintily and curtsy to the queen. "Queen Ilene, a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dexter's teacher, Faye."

Queen Ilene rose, showing a surprising respect to Mew. "No, please, the pleasure is all mine! True aura guardians—I thought I would never see the day. They are so few and far between!"

Mew laughed gaily. "Yes, unfortunately they are!" Then, she turned to Lucifer, shaking her head and clicking her tongue. "Now, I'm sure I don't have to explain a thing. You know not to go around doing THAT anymore, right?"

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her chastising tone. "Right."

Mew giggled and then grabbed his hand. "Come on—Let's dance!"

However, while Mew jerked him to his feet, a steely hand gripped his arm. Lucifer turned to see the old woman pulling him back.

"Oh no you don't," she said seriously. "You must sit and look dignified, like the true aura guardian you are!"

Lucifer set his jaw—if Mew asked it, he followed, and it wasn't as if he fancied sitting in a chair all night. He wrenched himself from the woman's grip and shoved the staff none-too-gently into her arms.

"If my lady pleases," he spoke stiffly, "then I will dance. Your word means nothing to me." In saying so, Lucifer left without a second thought (the woman sputtering) and led Mew to the floor.

She rolled her eyes, swatting him on the way. "You are so MEAN!" she said, but she didn't honestly seem that worried about it. As Lucifer began the next dance with Mew, he happened to glance the queen and her lady. The queen laughed at the haughty look on the older woman's face, causing the older lady to scowl and set the staff impatiently on his seat of honor.

The festivities continued with aplomb. Mew and Lucifer were quickly recognized and avowed as aura guardians, venerated for the fact. Also, they became known for their dancing skills.

It was no wonder Mew had wanted them learning ballroom dancing. Though they didn't tango to the songs (which was just as well for the obvious reason), Mew and Lucifer excelled in the fluency of the ballroom dances that made the crowd love them all the more. Lucifer realized a bit belatedly that they were going to be famous in the region now.

However, everything passed smoothly. Lucifer ate a couple bites of food and hydrated himself well in the company of Mew, taking part in many dances. But, as it was, Lucifer was more than fed up with the party before half the night was gone.

He started up the fireworks as the last thing he was obligated to do, and after that Mew accused him of being sour because he wasn't into celebrating. After another hour of letting Mew fraternize, Lucifer took charge.

Lucifer grabbed her wrist. "Mew, come on. We're done."

Mew frowned and tried to pull away. "Well, fine. You can be done, but I'm going to stay up a bit longer, and—"

Lucifer drew her closer, whispering into her ear with a slight snarl of impatience, "No, I think you'll be coming with me. I'd like some . . . alone time with you."

A slight blush started to touch her cheeks, but then she shook it off and twisted away. "Yes, right. That can come later. Besides, what could you possibly do to make me come with you?" Mew was so flippant she didn't see the challenge flare in his eyes. "Anyway, go on with yourself then, and I'll—"

Her words were interrupted by a small squeak when Lucifer swung her up without ceremony into his arms, stalking off with her. This gained several raised eyebrows, but Lucifer didn't care.

However, Mew did. She squeaked self-consciously and ducked her rosy face, sputtering, "L-Lucifer! Put me down!"

"And just what are you going to do about it?" he challenged her, slipping behind the doors to the hallways.

Her bright blush seemed to deepen to a startling degree. "L-Lucifer, I-I'll kick your butt for this, but me down!"

"Do it," he told her, but other than squirming, she didn't put up much of a fight. Lucifer smirked to himself, and despite how risky it could be to do this in a public hallway, he shifted his hand so her dress skirts fell and slipped his hand on her thighs.

She gasped. "L-Lucifer!"

He chuckled, licking his lips before nuzzling his nose to her neck. "I love to hear you do that."

Mew held her silence until he made it to the room "Dexter" was staying in, and Lucifer threw her down on the bed, prowling on top of her.

He flashed her a grin, but before he could do anything more, a Psychic suddenly tossed HIM on his back, and he felt his arms lifted above his head, legs and arms pinned by an outside force. When Lucifer saw Mew's smirk, he suddenly realized that the tables had been turned on him.

"Now," she said easily, and her dress suddenly dissipated to nothing but lingerie that sent his loins rolling, "I think it's MY turn to be on top." She plucked at his outfit, tossing aside the hat before letting his shirt disappear. Swallowing, Lucifer struggled to move to no avail.

"Mew, let me go."

Her teeth flashed in the darkness. "I don't think so," she said suggestively, suddenly stripping him of all other clothing. The breath hitched in the back of Lucifer's throat when her nails trailed down the naked skin of his pectoral.

"You see," she murmured, tracing little circles over his chest, "you've always gotten to, well, dominate, and I plan to change that tonight." She prowled over him, and when her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, Lucifer felt a fire rip low in his abdomen. She nipped his lip with her teeth before whispering, "I'm going to make you beg me for everything you want."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at her. It wasn't like he was adverse to this, the way she turned suddenly assertive—he liked her feisty. But to beg . . . that would hurt his pride.

"You wouldn't dare."

Mew just chuckled softly, leaning down, and Lucifer clenched his jaw tight when he felt her tongue lick his neck. Chest heaving, he heard her say, "I guess you'll learn." Mew trailed her hands lower with a seductive look, her passionate eyes setting his insides on fire. "Lesson Number Zero: I ALWAYS get what I want."


Lucifer woke to a soft purr. His insides warmed immediately, and he opened his eyes to look down on the pokemon-disguised-as-human sprawled over him.

Mew still hadn't moved, and she was cuddled up to his chest contentedly, arms and legs on either side of him. Lucifer traced a finger down her back, and her purring hitched before beginning anew.

"Good morning."

She chuckled through her purring while saying, "Good morning."

Lucifer glanced down with mild amusement to the scratches on his chest. "You're going to have me decorated front and back until I bleed one day."

Her nose wrinkled at the thought of making him bleed, but she said smartly, "I thought you said you liked it?"

Lucifer laughed softly, tracing his fingers back up her back. "Most definitely." The scratches still tingled from last night, making a tickle of desire flicker like fire. Each time she did scratch him sent his mind teetering over the edge in ecstasy. "So, if I'm peaked by your scratches, what sets you off the most?"

Mew sat up some, lifting her head to nuzzle his nose. "Clearly the sounds you make."

A touch of heat dyed his features red, but Lucifer just shook his head.

"Lucifer?"

"Yes?"

Mew sat up, bracing herself on her hands. "Do you remember how you felt when you let Queen Ilene touch your aura?"

He frowned. "Yes. What of it?"

Mew took a breath before extending her cupped palms to him. The soft glow of a sparkling aura filled her hands, and Lucifer's breath hitched.

He sat up, and because he stared down and their close proximity, his forehead rested against Mew's. "Mew . . . A-Are you sure?"

Lucifer saw her lips twist up in a smile. "I wouldn't be offering if I wasn't sure."

Lucifer felt his hands grip her arms, and he hesitated before letting his fingers brush against her wrists, and then, her aura.

He had braced himself for impact, but when you weren't on the receiving of the touch, it was . . . beyond words. A feeling of bliss encased him, and he realized that he was touching Mew's emotions. She was curious, and he figured it because she wanted to know what he thought of sharing herself so unabashedly to him. Lucifer pressed his face to her, reveling in the contact so intimate there was no privacy.

Lucifer let out a trembling breath. "Mew . . ."

The soft touch of her lips was accented by the pleasure that rippled through her consciousness. "You're welcome."

It was different than just looking at her aura. By looking he could tell what she felt, see her greatest secrets, and try to figure out why she felt what she felt. But when he was TOUCHING her aura he was bared open to her feelings, and her feelings became his feelings, using him as an outlet so that he shared everything she felt. Her pleasure became his pleasure, and he smiled in return for her kiss and happiness.

A wave of dreamy delight passed through Mew, making Lucifer nearly lightheaded with bliss. "Lucifer, you should smile like that more often."

Her light tone belied her impassioned emotions. Lucifer swallowed, nuzzling her nose. "I'll be sure to accommodate you," he said softly. Then, he withdrew his fingers from her aura and held out his own palms, letting them fill with his aura.

Mew's eyes widened a little at his equal invitation, and she bit her lip slightly before returning his touch.

Lucifer's breath hitched when he felt himself bared open to her, nothing hiding her from feeling everything in him. If she wanted to bask in his presence she could, but if she wanted to dig deeper and find out what he felt on past things, she could do that as well.

Mew's lips turned up into a soft smile at the innocence of his slight embarrassment, the way he was a bit uncomfortable, but Lucifer relaxed into her touch quickly. He naturally kept to himself, would even keep himself from Mew, but now Lucifer found he liked the personal bond with Mew. At once, they both leaned forward to hug each other, and Mew giggled softly when she reacted to his own emotions.

"Can I show you something else?"

Lucifer looked down at her, swiping his annoyingly blue hair out of his eyes. "What is it?"

"Keep your aura there." Lucifer did as asked, and then his heart beat twice as fast when she let her own aura pulse out of her palms, and she let them hover above his.

Sensing his shock, she smiled coyly at him. "I've only done this once before, but he was more like a brother to me than anything."

"Mewtwo," Lucifer said quickly, licking his lips.

"Yeah, how'd you know."

It wasn't a question though. Instead, before she could ask, he said quietly. "I'm ready whenever you are."

Mew smiled softly. "Then now."

She slowly lowered her hands to his, and Lucifer jolted sharply when their auras touched and merged together. He gasped, grasping her hands tightly.

It was too much to put into words. Lucifer struggled to hold back the sudden passions of being so closely linked to her, but his excitement was echoed by Mew when she felt it, and she laughed at his intense reaction. In response, Lucifer felt his lips curve into a wry smile, a bit sheepish. Mew kissed him, and when Lucifer's heart lurched, hers did too.

Lucifer took a deep breath, struggling to control himself, but his eyes lidded as they sat naked together in the bed. This was as personal as things could ever get, as shamelessly open as they could ever get. In the aftermath of their lovemaking, purely nude and unashamed of it, to have her this close, closer than his mind could actually comprehend, Lucifer kissed Mew again.

This time was different because he could feel her cherishing emotions envelope him, and Lucifer groaned deep, his own devotion lighted like dry brush in the hot summer. Lacing his fingers through hers, Lucifer stretched his body amorously over hers. A wave of crippling passion overcame them both, and when Mew's chest brushed his and her hips dug against his, a pathetic little moan escaped Lucifer's lips.

Something deep within Mew sent a heady wave of desire over Lucifer, making him grip her hands tighter. A slight whine caught in the back of his throat as he bit her neck and shoulders lightly, and the enticing sounds he made spiked Mew's ardor more.


After finally controlling the intense convulsions of his body from a climax that had sent hoarse cries from his throat, Lucifer growled low into Mew's neck, still nipping her slightly with his teeth.

Mew still gasped weakly beneath him, fingernails still digging into his skin. Their auras still engulfed them like a fog.

Lucifer took in another uneven breath, body still seized with slight spasms as if he couldn't calm himself down. Peaking with her like that, their auras still touching more intimately than anything could, had sent both of them way over the edge as they felt one another climax and heightened their own pleasure. Nothing could compare to what he had just experienced, and Lucifer didn't even care if people had heard them.

Sunlight glared from behind closed shutters, and eventually, when they had calmed a bit more, Mew said with a slight laugh laced with bliss, "And I think that's as good as it gets . . ."

Lucifer chuckled deeply into her neck, licking her. "Trust me," he grumbled, arms tightening around her, "it will only get better."

A bit of embarrassment full of future desire tinged her emotions, and Lucifer felt it all.

However, a tiny grumble from Mew's stomach interrupted the loving setting, sending a spark of amusement through Lucifer and mortification through Mew. "I . . . guess I'm hungry," she said awkwardly, but Lucifer just kissed her nose affectionately.

"Of course," he murmured, inwardly loathing to get up. "It is the middle of the day." Mew felt his reluctance before he pulled his aura back to himself, and she followed suit. Lucifer stood, extending his hand to her. "Now, if you'd be so kind as to dress me, we could be on our way."

Mew cocked her head at him, and she dressed herself in a pink sundress and white tennis shoes. A fluffy white jacket covered her to keep her warm. "Actually," she said, circling him thoughtfully, "I think I like you better like this."

Lucifer blinked once before Mew bolted towards the door, and he gave a shout, chasing after her. However, Mew's feet were lithe as a deer's, and she was out the door and slammed it shut behind her on the naked Lucifer's face.

"Mew!" he bellowed, slamming a fist against the door. He didn't dare take a step outside. "Get back here!"

Her voice came from the other side of the door. "What's wrong, Dexter? I'm right here!"

Lucifer scowled, saying back, "Faye, this isn't funny!"

She giggled. "What's not funny?"

"You know what!"

"I think I've forgotten, can you tell me?"

Unbelieving at what she was saying, Lucifer shook his head. "You can't be serious, Faye. Wouldn't that be a bit awkward for . . . myself to say at a time like this?"

"I'll go eat on my own," Mew sang out, and Lucifer tried to scowl, but instead found an uncanny laugh twisting up his features.

"Faye, I believe you've confined me to this room unless you help me out here."

Lucifer's eyes opened wide when Mew sighed back, "Oh, well, I suppose if you're not hungry I'll just go eat on my own . . ."

"Faye, wait!" Lucifer was just as hungry as she was, ravenous, and he stared at the grain of the wooden door, unbelieving of what he was going to say.

"Yes, Dexter? Is there something you want to tell me?"

Pressing his lips together, Lucifer finally muttered, "You didn't put any clothes on me."

"What was that?" she cajoled from beyond the door, clearly having heard exactly what he had said.

Lucifer scowled, getting irritated now that she was doing this. "You heard exactly what I said!" he barked back.

"Okay then," she said, and he could almost feel her wave from the other side of the door. "I guess I'll see you downstairs later on."

She still wasn't going to clothe him. Before she could leave, Lucifer took the raunchy idea up.

"Faye," he called back, "I think I will be joining you downstairs right now."

There was a palpable pause. "What?"

Lucifer nodded, putting his hand on the door. "Yes, seeing you know what my race is, I won't be bothered coming out now." Which was true. As a pokemon, he felt no need for humans confining clothes, and he smirked to himself at the thought that he had gotten Mew to hesitate.

"You wouldn't dare. What would everyone think?"

Lucifer shrugged, grinning wider. "I don't know, and I don't really care. Are you ready to go?"

Mew hesitated more. "Wait, Dexter, I'm not so sure—"

Lucifer flung open the door before she could protest more, and she squeaked loudly, pushing him back inside and slamming the door back shut.

"Luci—Dexter, honestly!"

Lucifer bellowed with true laughter for once, exhilarated that he had managed to get her to nearly scream his true name exasperatedly, successfully getting her piqued to the point of losing her temper.

"Dexter, what's the big idea! Fine, fine! Have it your way! You stupid Luca—Stupid! Stupid!"

Lucifer laughed more when she obediently made him wear jeans and a black and red checkered sweater with black sneakers.

"Argh—I'll get you back for this, Dexter, just you wait!"

Lucifer quickly threw open the door again, and seeing her stomping in a huff down the hallway, he chortled more.

"Yes!" he called out to her with a rakish grin. "I can't wait to see what you come up with!"