~Morty~

Standing in an Ecruteak store of exotics I raped the shelves of their dried sage, bundling the harsh smelling things into a basket and scanning for any certain type of lighter or matches for spiritual rituals.

Normally I was not the type of person to perform such acts on ghosts, because they were people at one point… and getting rid of a ghost always felt more like killing it to me than "setting it free". Desperate people used these techniques on their houses to ease their sensitive children's nightmares at night, and whilst I had only ever done it once, I was prepared to do it now.

As a child there was always a ghost that haunted me, often licking me in the middle of the night and waking me up with a dark inky black residue. It would leave marks on my arms resembling dried tar, and would flake off within a few days, leaving my skin silky smooth as if I had just been treated. At the time I had been rebelling against believing in ghosts, so I figured that was the reason all along, that they were coming to me to prove that they were real because I was their friend and no one else understood them from the living world. However I didn't see it that way in time, and what ended up happening was me burning sage while they were in my presence, and literally burning them away with the smoke.

I stared at the dried stalks bitterly as I walked up to the counter, approaching an elderly lady with a Persian sitting on her lap. She was hiding her blind eyes behind pairs of black glasses, but knew exactly who I was and where I stood as I set my things on the counter.

"Sage." She croaked. "My dearest, Morty what spirit troubles you?"

"That's none of your business ma'am." I said wistfully, pulling out well over the price of the sage and setting it on the counter. "You keep the change…"

"You be careful Morty." She mumbled to me, her blind eyes somehow catching mine in the dark lowly lit shop. "Remember every ghost had a family… every ghost had a reason to live."

I turned away without a world, stopping at the paper bags on the counter and dumping my new weapons inside with a snort. I knew damn well about ghosts and families. I knew just how much real ghosts loved and lived and suffered because they could see what their families couldn't. I knew what I was doing… I knew that it was wrong…

After the first time I killed a ghost with sage I vowed I would never do it again… but this time it was personal. Walter Hayato was not resting in peace like he should be, and his son was suffering because of it. I had seen his bedroom light on in the middle of the night, I had see Falkner sitting up in bed crying, I had watched for the last week because he never answered my calls and there was simply nothing else I could do but crawl to his house gym every night and listen to his father snarl and spit at me.

I had taken a liking to ignoring the man, and he knew it as well. He hated it.

But I hated him… and upon further dedication to saving Falkner so many creepy feelings and noises in the middle of the night, I was going to eliminate him. Walter Hayato's ghost would be no more, and Falkner would finally realize that he was alone and that he could truly be mine.

Fuck I loved him so much… so much I wanted to lock him up in chains and never let him fly free.

Cursing to myself I left the shop, knowing that I was wrong for wanting t do this to Falkner. It wasn't right to want to cage anything, let alone a human being, but I didn't exactly have many options. Suppose this was the "psychotic" stage in a relationship, where I was going through such withdrawals that I physically was unable to handle myself anymore. My gym was immaculate, Gengar's training was at top percent, I had eating all the fucking pistachios… there was just nothing else I could do to keep myself busy. I knew I had to get rid of Falkner's father.

However, things did not go as planned since I was so fucking guilty that on the way home I stopped at the railroad tracks to see Shauntal's mother, and the woman had seen the sage and taken it the wrong way. She fled from me and after than I felt so utterly wretched inside that I ended up throwing the paper bag of dried leaves away and giving up, because eliminating Falkner's father truly was not going to help. Falkner had to leave the nest on his own. This was his problem to sort out… and if that meant that he wasn't going to include me in it… well then so be it I would include myself.

I vowed that the next time I saw that navy boy I could grip him by the ass and throw him over my shoulder kicking and screaming. I would dump him in my bed, tie him up and make such hot lusty sex to him that he would have to love me because there was simply no other option to denying my perfect body. And by perfect I meant toned and sharp and thick with muscles because the gym and beating up Eusine every time I saw him there was putting me in top physical condition. Like my gym I was immaculate. Even my cock had rimmed over with veiny muscle over the last two weeks.

I dropped the key to my gym when I got back, and cursed up a storm as the lock stuck and Gengar stalled on answering. Today had been an unsuccessful shit bag and I wanted nothing more to do that to go sleep off all the anxiety in my heart. I scolded Gengar when he finally answered the damn door, raising my voice as it slipped open, revealing a pair of stocky legs before me, and as I looked up…

"H—hey Morty!" Gold—fucking sexy seventeen year old—was in my house?

I stared, dumbfounded by his smirk and pushing away the desire to slap him upside the head.

"What. The. Fuck." I blinked, looking around the kid at Gengar, who cowered slightly, twiddling his fingers and pleading for me to be nice with large orange eyes that resembled the tiny flames scattered about my rooms. Lately more and more of them had been going out, blinking away like my sanity on the cold restless nights.

"I—I uhh… Your Gengar let me in so I made myself at home."

"Fuck you, get the fuck out of my house." I snarled, trying to remember just what had happened at that club night a few weeks ago. Falkner had said Gold blew a load because of me and him, and the look on his face proved that he was thinking the same thing. I looked at his crotch blatantly, seeing that it was packed even limp under his tight jeans.

"Morty I want to talk." Gold suggested, moving out of my doorway as if this was HIS house and I was being invited in. I curled my lip in distaste.

"I don't want to talk to you."

"But it's about Falkner…"

"Now I REALLY don't want to talk to you. Get the fuck out of my house."

Gold crossed his arms, leaning against my wall casually and perching his lips. He was wearing dark jeans and a burgundy sweatshirt that accented his honey eyes and tinted skin nicely. It was apparent that the kid knew how to dress himself, and as much as I appreciated that, I still didn't want to talk to him.

"Falkner told me what happened at the meeting." Gold said quietly after a moment, making my stomach lurch with hate.

"Don't fucking speak of that meeting with me." I faced him square on, eyes lowering as he merely glared back at me, only a slight bit shorter with a pout that read a thousand words on his face. I hated how cute his lips were, and how attractive he was without even trying. It was like looking in a mirror at my opposite, yet still seeing me.

Talk of that horrendous meeting made me want to stab myself and twist repeatedly. I was an absolute mess without Falkner, and so when I had seen him a few days ago I had jumped on him, saying things that I didn't want to say aloud in replacement of the script I had written in my head. Everything had come out so wrong… and he had taken everything so harshly that I made him cry.

Of course it wasn't the first time I had made Falkner cry… but I still did it and I still hated myself for it. He was supposed to be my Sweetheart and he was slowly slipping away.

"Morty you said some pretty shitty things." Gold huffed. "But Falkner loves you…"

"He loves that bastard of a man, his father too." I bared my teeth, leaning forward until my hand was beside his head against the wall, and I was leaning forward, completely unashamed of such sexual attraction when I couldn't so much as get Falkner to consider me at the moment. He wasn't willing to talk but maybe Gold could reason.

"What are you his shoulder to cry on?" I hissed, staring into those ocher eyes. "Does his father not mind you? Is it because you don't have a dick?"

I hated to admit it to myself, but I was terribly jealous of Gold and the friendship he had with Falkner at the moment. Had we still been together Gold would have been nothing but a nice little side dish on a plate of sex, and I wouldn't have minded such a luxurious boy being a part of us. However now that Falkner was no longer mine I felt as though Gold was intruding on something far more personal.

"I've a hell of a lot bigger dick than you… if you think that me and Falkner have something you're wrong. I came here to find out why the hell you aren't trying to I fix what you and Falkner have!"

I flinched; as if this whole thing was my fault. I had called Falkner every night for a week waiting, desperately waiting for him to pick up the phone and tell me that things were going to be ok. That he was going to accept my begging and take me back because he loved me and love should be far more powerful than your parents consent. I was fucking trying my hardest and nothing was working out, and here was Gold to come barging in like the sex-oozing manwhore he was and tell me how Falkner was feeling.

I didn't need him to draw me a picture to know what Falkner was just as miserable as I was, just for a different reason.

"You're a cocky son of a bitch Gold." I leaned in, slithering against his ear. "You don't understand and yet you are trying to be a part of it. What about your about pretty little redhead? Don't you have better dicks to suck than mine?"

"I wouldn't suck your dick if it was the last dick on earth Morty." Gold turned his face to mine, lips pulled back in an ever so slight snarl, grazing my cheek with his teeth.

"And yet you are thoroughly attracted to me." I bit his lower lip, breathing thickly. "I fucking hate your guts Gold, and that makes me want to fuck you senseless."

He made a faint hissing sort of sound at me, nostrils flaring and mouth hot as a slithering tongue slipped into the corner of my lips. I pushed my tongue out ever so softly to greet his, raising my hand and placing it heavily on his warm bulbous crotch. The only thing I could picture in my head was Falkner, despite an obvious size difference between the two of them. It was so hard to imagine though when all you wanted was the real thing. Surely Gold felt the same way about his lover as well.

And yet we sucked lips so rashly, so seductively while pawing at each other it literally hurt not to be erect. His was up in seconds, while mine took a little more coaxing in its dormant state. I hadn't been hard since Christmas Eve before Falkner and I broke up, and so the rhythmic strokes Gold pushed upon me felt like much needed stress reliever.

I grunted. "What else did Falkner say about that meeting?"

Gold unzipped my pants while my hand was undoing the belt he wore slowly, slipping it out of the loops and tossing to the floor where it rattled.

"Maybe if you suck my cock I'll tell you." Gold suggested half joking as I unzipped and spread the fold in his boxers back, using two hands to bring forth the massive, swollen organ that sprung like an unpredictable radar, gasping at my fingertips as I prodded the tip and its two tiny holes with my thumb. Gold also gasped, nipping at my neck as we grinded together, his back up against the wall.

"You'll tell me now." I hitched one of his legs up as Gold slipped my dick out of my jeans and let it stand at attention proudly in the warm musky room. I held him at an angle where every one of my strokes lapped at his balls and made them twitch with excitement. Gold suckled on my throat, my neck, pulling my hair and battling tongues with me while I palmed at his underside, pushing jean material up until his asshole throbbed below the material. It was obvious Gold was no stranger to sex, especially in the way his face looked so seductive. I wouldn't be surprised if he had spent hours jacking off in a mirror and making faces at himself to impress whoever his lover would end up to be.

"Suck it." Gold growled throatily as my hand slipped up his chest to his perfect perked nipple. I pinched and twisted, using my other hand to slide both our dicks back and forth together against each other while the dry hump became more of a dry rape. Our hips collided, smothering us together until I was grunting and Gold was gasping.

"Suck it Morty!" Gold scratched the backs of my arms as if he was a cat clawing at a tree. I groaned slightly.

"You don't last long do you?" I knelt my head down and spat into the palm of my hand, taking the saliva and slicking our erections with it. Gold felt this sudden wet hotness and worked up a flood of clear pre-cum. It drooled on mine slowly, even though I felt no climaxing or even any progress. I was hard as a rock but I wasn't going anywhere with it. My dick seemed to know exactly who's body I was fondling.

"Fuck." Gold let his head loll against the wall. "What are you a fucking expert?"

My hand twisted smoothly against, pumping each stroke with harsh little squeezes, slowing when he thought I would speed up, and cradling his heavy balls when he thought I would rub his thighs. This was the only reason I was so good at this; because I was unpredictable.

"Shuddap." I bit him roughly.

"I—I should kick your ass for this."

We kissed feverishly, with no love whatsoever, just a whole lot of hate. Not even that I truly hated Gold… I just hated that he was in touch with Falkner and I wasn't.

"F—Falkner is going t break down soon!" Gold grunted. "He—he can't handle it. He needs you."

"He pushes me away." I raked my hand up and down on Gold's cock. "Fucking cum boy."

"He hates himself!" Gold yelped. "Arceus your hand is so hot!"

"Convince him to take me back." I spit down on his dick again, pumping harder as he rocked his pelvis up against mine.

"Fuck!"

"Do it!"

Gold jerked forward, mouth open in a silent wail as thick spurts of cum danced between us like a water show, flicking back and forth on our clothes and dripping down my hand. I pushed my tongue into Gold's mouth again, squeezing the base of his cock and slowly pushing up until the last of his molten liquids had come out. He continued to jerk for a moment, leaning against me almost as if he really liked me, but cursing in my ear as I tantalized the orgasm with more strokes.

"Shit…shit…" Gold panted. "Yo—you did that in less than five minutes."

I stuffed his slimy hard back into his pants and zipped him up swiftly, catching a few of his pubic hairs and making him flinch.

"Listen to me you." I gripped his chin and stared into those lusty ocher eyes, seeing as though he reflected passionate hot sex and nothing more. Gold seemed to ooze sex as he leaned against the wall before me. I brushed my cum covered fingers past his lips, waiting as he suckled each one carefully, tongue slithering and pulling away with an equal ipop/i each time. He sighed shakily.

"You convince Falkner." I kissed his throat. "I don't care how you do it kid. Just make him mine again."

Gold seemed to find himself then and slipped away from me, smearing in the white stains on his shirt with disgust because he would have to go out in public like that. He nodded at me, but spoke with as much dignity as he could.

"You better try to convince him yourself." Gold muttered. "You're just as much to blame."

I slapped his ass hard as he turned back towards my front door. "Get the fuck out of my house."

"It's my pleasure… asshole." He rubbed his backside carefully.

"Faggot."

"Bastard." I gripped him and planted one last kiss on his mouth before shoving him out onto my front porch.

Shit. I may love Falkner with all my heart. But there was just no denying it…

Gold was a fucking sex monster.