DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POKEMON! I own Misuki, Matiko, Zato, Greg, and Hica.
(A/N) Smell that lemony scented goodness!
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The group walked back into the lobby of the hotel. "Hello! Welcome back. Did you enjoy your stroll?" the receptionist chirped. "Oh, I notice the young female is not with you." Zato covered for them, "Yes, she had to leave unexpectedly, she left with the key to her room. Could you please give us another? We will pay for the lost one." The woman agreed and retrieved two new ones, Zato handed her 12yn for the lost card. 'Thank you. Goodnight." he bowed as the group started to leave. He handed to Cards to Greg and Hica, "Here, the room's 203, stop by me and Misuki's room for some spare clothes." Greg agreed and pocketed the cards.
Matiko split from the group in a hurry and slammed his door. "Pleasant one isn't he?" Hica told them, Misuki waved the statement away. "That's just how he deals with new people, give him a day or so, he'll come around." Zato slid his card into the key reader and the door beeped open. A gust of cold air hit them all in the face. "Ah!" Zato and Misuki sighed happily in unison. Greg and Hica shivered at the cold. "You guys don't like the cold?" Misuki asked. "N-no...This outfit does n-nothing against the cold." Hica shivered, Greg put his arms around her to warm her up. Zato rifled through his clothes and found a pair of blue jeans, a white tee, a Black and teal long sleeve button up shirt, some underwear, and socks. Misuki produced a deep blue tee with a white Gyrados design, a pair of dark blue jeans with white spikes designs at the bottom of the pant legs. She pulled out a spare black and light grey jacket and handed it to Hica. Greg received a black hoodie. "There ya go, That should cover you guys until you can get enough money to buy some more clothes." Zato dusted his hands off. "No prob! I have a stash of money." Zato eyed him questionably, "Where?" He pulled up his left pant leg up past his ankle to reveal a fat wad of hundreds and thousands yen papers. Zato rubbed his forehead with his index finger and thumb, "Why do you have over one million yen tired to your ankle?" "Time travel." Greg stated blankly. Zato just sighed, "If it was anyone else who had said that, I would have punched them and taken the money." he looked at Greg, "But seeing as it's you...I'm not all that shocked." Greg grinned widely and laughed dumbly. "Okay off you go, I gotta take a shower." Gregory and Hica thanked them and left to room 203. Zato sulked over to the shower. He fidgeted with the knobs until a jet of warm water poured onto him.
He sat below the lukewarm stream and let his mind wonder around for a bit. 'Such a stressful day, killing, rape, and guys with money strapped to their legs. Why do I have the power to attract freaks?' He moved his arm up the half wall to a bag of candies. He popped a pink one into his mouth and chewed on it for a while. 'I wonder where Mat got that book from? I wish I had that power, that would be awesome.' he put a blue piece in his mouth and sucked on it for a second before turning it into sweet gravel. 'I kinda hope Brendan is ok, those cuts looked deep.' he sighed and looked up at the ceiling. A recognizable techno track played from his pile of clothes, "Dammit, always when I'm showering." he walked over an picked it up, "Hello?" Brendan's angered voice came over the phone. "Wassup? That was some pretty bizarre works your friend pulled back in front of the where house, tell him we're gonna settle the score in a match." Zato shook his head, "Tell him yourself, I'm not your Goddamn messenger boy." he hung up. "Never mind, I want him to die." He hissed to himself. Misuki opened the door quickly, "Zatsu? Who was-" she stopped as she caught sight of his nude form. He saw everything of him, all seven inches of him. He calmly grabbed a nearby towel from a rack and wrapped it around himself, "That was Brendan, he's got a bone to pick with Mat." he said cooly as if the previous moment never happened. Misuki nodded, her face ruby red. The sound of the shower was the only thing making noise in the room. "Babe. Are you going to keep staring at my nether regions, or am I going to finish my shower?" he asked her. "Sorry Zatsu, I'll be going now."
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He walked out with just a pair of jeans around his waist. His smooth, blonde hair hung over his face, covering his eyes. He parted it to the side and put the towel on his shoulders. Misuki came up to him and put her arms around him. She took in his scent, sweet yet salty as a man should smell. He put his arm around her as well. He took in her perfume, of adrenalin and frilly shampoo, he loved the smell of danger and cleanliness on a woman. She brought her tongue to his lower chest, and moved up. He shivered a little as he felt her tongue touch his skin. She looked up at him, lust swimming vividly in her eyes. Zato brought his mouth inches before hers, she pushed her lips to his. Their lips sliding past each other her tongue forced itself into his mouth, lapping at all the flavors it could handle. Zato brought his hand to the small of her back and brought her closer to him. Her hand kept him an inch away from her body. She moved a finger delicately to the top of his pants and tugged on them. She moved her lips to his bottom lip, suckling on it making him hotter and hotter. He pulled himself from her abruptly, "Hold on."
Lust and desire blurred her vision, but she could make out his body searching through his bag for something. He returned with a small piece of plastic with a thin circular rubber cover in it. He smirked and slammed his body against hers. The feeling of his jean's thighs rubbing against her made her sigh sharply. He pulled off her poncho slowly, making her quiver with excitement. He moved his mouth to hers again, instantaneously, their tongues met again and began their love dance once more. He slid his hand under her shirt bottom, moving it up slowly, revealing her black brazier. They broke their kiss as he pulled her shirt over her head. They connected again, he grabbed her thigh with his left hand and brought it to his hip. With the same he slid it to her rear, sliding across and grabbing it. Each time he did she jumped and giggled. He slid his hand a little past her jeans back pocket and found something silky and smooth. Also lacy. His fingertips glided across the new surface, causing his lover to moan in his mouth, he moved his hand further down, she moaned a little louder as he caressed her bottom. Her moans caused him to become very hard, very fast.
'I can't take it anymore!' he tore off her skirt and tossed her onto the bed. "You're mine." he growled. "Oh, please, don't hurt me! I'm just an innocent girl!" she giggled to him. He moved over her stomach, he placed his tongue to her soft, silky skin, she sent out a sharp gasp. He moved up slowly to her bra, he brought his hand the same course as his tongue, unsnapping her bra with ease and tossing it to the floor. He eyed her breasts like a jeweler with precious rock. They were not huge, but they were well developed, perfectly round, just plump enough to satisfy him. He brought his mouth to her left nipple, now fully erect, he wrapped his tongue around it, flicking and tasting the different flavors at each pass. He took his free hand and began to massage the right one. Rubbing and pinching as he flicked and caressed the other with his tongue. Finally he put his lips around it and started to suck on it gently, nipping it lightly at times. Misuki moaned each time he pinched or bit. 'Oh, Gods! How is he so good?!'
He stopped suckling her breasts and started to moved his tongue to her neck. She whimpered a little. He stopped just short of the tip of her chin, he descended to her lower regions, She moaned louder. "Zatooo!" she was already dampening with excitement. His tongue glided slow and swift as it flew to her pink, frilly underwear. He brought his head up to look into her eyes again, one eye was closed the other showed him she didn't want him to stop. He took his tongue and placed it on the pink fabric. She shot her head back and moaned and sighed louder. He moved lower now, his tongue lapping at the fabric covering her clit. Her head started spinning! She yelled and moaned with pleasure each time he licked her. 'Enough torture, time to get down to business!' He unsnapped his pants and tossed them aside. Then his boxers.
He started to pull down her soaked panties. "Wait," she panted, he looked up at her, "What is it?" she gave a small whimper, "Be gentle." he smiled "Of course baby, anything for you." he ripped open the plastic containing one condom, he slipped it on like a pro, even though it was his first. Ever. He pulled off the undies at tossed them on top of her skirt and brought himself over her, but stopped. He stared to rustle up a remote. "What are you doing?" she asked, he did not reply, he merely pressed a button and RnB started to play from a stereo in the room. He brought his chin to her ear, "I hope you aren't afraid of blood or pain." she shook her head, "I'm a big girl, I can handle pain." she whispered. The RnB died out, The Rolling Stones flowed from the stereo, playing 'Paint it black'. He pushed himself into her, breaking her barrier. She clawed into his back and whimpered, tears crawled along her face, the pain hurt more than she thought. "You ok?" he eyed her concerned. She nodded, "Please...be gentle." she whispered.
He pushed again, more pain shot into her, she increased her grip. He pulled out of her slightly, the pain slackened, her grip loosened. He began to thrust again and again into her, her pain vanished, it was replaced with ecstacy. She locked her legs around him, his thrusts became faster and harder. She screamed and moaned at the top of her lungs. "Don't stop! Oh god! Don't stop!" Their bodies entangled in their dance of passion for hours strait. Misuki felt a pressure welling up increasingly as Zato pushed himself in and out of her, he started to feel a pressure too. "Ah, I'm gonna-" Musuki screamed at he top of her lungs, "ZATOOO!" he yelled her name, "MIIISII!" they climaxed and fell limp, his sweaty body expanding and collapsing in unison to hers. He pulled himself out of her and tossed out the rubber cover surrounding his manhood to the trash. He grabbed his and Misuki's undies, he slipped on his while she slipped on hers. He pulled the comforter over them and wrapped himself round her and kissed her on the cheek. "Hey, Misuki." She turned around to look him in the eye. "Yeah?" she mumbled. "I love you." he kissed her on the lips, "I love you too." they fell into slumber. Hand in hand. 'Fondue.' Misuki thought.