Chapter Two
The two stayed silent. Char didn't know whether or not to throw Sneasel and hope for the best, or to stay silent and try to glare this one out.
"Char.", said Nascour, tasting his name is if it were a delicacy.
"What?", Char hissed. "You broke out of the Pyrite jail, didn't you?"
"Maybe.. or maybe they let me out for... good behavior.", said Nascour, laughing.
"There's no way in hell I'm going to stand for this. Your ass is going straight back to jail.", said Char, rising, still holding the pokeball.
"Now, now, Char—", said Nascour, eyeing him up and down before finally focusing on his face. "I don't think we want to be.. hasty."
"I'll be hasty if I damn well please!", said Char, stepping forward.
Nascour sighed, looking up. "If you wish, but I assure you.."
He surged forward, appearing behind Char before he could ever blink, knocking the pokeball out of his hand and holding a knife to his neck.
"I'm better at it.", Nascour finished, breathing against Char slowly, almost... seductively?
Char just stood. He had made a miscalculation. Would he pay for it with his life?
Nascour just smiled, wrapping an arm around Char's waist, moving himself closer to him.
"What are you doing?", Char asked. "If you're out to kill me, then kill me. Someone else will rise up against you. Yuya won't give up, and neither will anyone else!"
"Oh no, Char.. you've got it all wrong!", said Nascour, lightly drawing the blade across the side of Char's neck. "'I'm not here to kill..."
"Then what the hell do you want?", Char demanded, rage flaring. He was never much for patience.
Nascour paused. "What do I want? Hmm, I wonder.."
Sliding the knife around, to rest ever so delicately against Char's throat, he pressed his lips against Char's ear and whispered.
"I think.. that I want you."
Char stiffened with fear. Death—he could and would deal with. But this?
"Surprised?", Nascour whispered—"Why do you think I didn't crush you in battle—when I could have? All those times I watched you—at any moment I could have had you killed. Why do you think I let you capture my Prize, my Metagross??"
Char said nothing, processing this information.
"It's because, Char. Because I need you, because I want you...", he said, licking Char's neck.
Char froze. What would Nascour do to him? Of, so he was a crazy man who probably wanted to do...things with him, and Char knew that was the last thing he wanted to happen. His goal shifted. Ok, he wasn't going to try and return him to jail. He just had to get the hell away.
"Char... don't you get uncomfortable in that blue coat all the time? Maybe it's time to remove it?"
"No!", said Char, realizing that he was practically helpless. If only he could reach Sneasel's pokeball!
"Well, I think something should happen, don't you? Even if it is only this.."
Nascour quickly turned Char around, holding the knife to his stomach and gripping his shoulder with the other hand.
Char knew what was about to happen. And there was nothing he could do..
Nascour leaned in, and kissed Char's lips. Forcefully sliding his tongue past them, he explored to his heart's content while Char wrenched his eyes shut, trying to block it all out.
Nascour eventually became fed up with the knife, flinging it. Char felt the absence of the knife, but it was soon replaced with the feeling of Nascour's body, pressed against him, rubbing. Nascour held him tightly, binding Char's arms behind his back.
Char tried to scream, but it only muffled into Nascour's mouth, who devoured it and continued to kiss his unwilling lips.
He was so powerful. Nascour grabbed Char, guiding him to the ground, holding him there with his strength. Char really was no match here.
As Nascour began to remove Char's blue coat, Char struggled to no avail. Finally, he gave in, and the world went black in his mind.
Char was, so alone.
End Chapter Two