A Night In


Hil x N… Gotta live up to this fic's M-rating somehow since I took out the older, rougher chapters that justified it before LOL.


Timeline: 9 years after Black 2

Setting: Unova

Notes: Sex. I don't think I have to clarify too much else lol. This is a sex scene between Hil and N.

As an aside, if for some reason you're here despite not liking the Protag x N ships: please, please, please do not write me a dissertation in the reviews/comments on why protag x N is wrong. I don't care. They are 25 and 29 respectively here. I will not read it. I will delete it if I can. I will not read it. Why are you here if you dislike the ship, this is my house and in it, Hil x N is definitely a thing lol.

As an aside: it's been… a LONG time since I've written these two and this is one hell of a way to get back into writing them LOL. If they seem a little out of character, I'm sorry haha, I just imagine they'd change a little in the years since they were last seen in the main stories, and… the subject matter at hand heavily influences how they behave of course.

Characters: Hilbert (Hil), N

Prerequisite Reading: Black, Black 2


"That movie was nonsense," N remarked as he moved the covers of his and Hil's bed and sat down. Despite how critical he sounded of the film, he was snickering, brushing some of his messy green hair out of his face.

Unceremoniously, however, Hil just flopped down on top of the covers on his side of the bed, shooting N a lopsided grin. They had just finished watching some whacky, mostly slapstick comedy, and N was completely right, it had been nonsense. Still, N's dissertation of the fact amused him more than anything. Several times, as they had watched the film, N had commented on it. Nudging him with an elbow, Hil giggled. "Was funny, though, right?"

Stubbornly, N raised his chin, refusing to look over at Hil, his lips pursing in that way that told Hil he agreed, but didn't want to admit it, thank you very much. It was that princely arrogance that peeked through every now and then, the facet of his personality that found certain, silly things—say, a stupid slapstick flick, for example—so beneath him, that he shouldn't enjoy them. As if it were so unfitting of him. N rarely noticed whenever that mindset was rearing its ugly head, at least when it was on something as inconsequential as this, and honestly… Hil had to admit, he was amused by it. As much as N would have hated to have it pointed out to him for what it was, Hil found it endearing, in a way.

So, he laughed, smiling wide. Laughed at the fact N found such a film so uncouth and below him.

"What?" N asked matter-of-factly, raising a brow at his husband when he burst into laughter. "What's so funny?"

Regaining his composure, Hil shook his head, and looped an arm around N's shoulders (comically having to stretch to do so, thanks to how much taller N was than him). "Nothing," he teasingly replied, a mischievous grin on his face, as he glanced at N. "You're just kinda cute when you get like this."

Hil swore N indignantly puffed out his chest. "When I get like… this? When I get like what?"

Rolling his eyes, Hil just moved in swiftly for a kiss, which made N stiffen in surprise at first, then relax. When he pulled away again, N had a ghost of a smirk on his face, and he looked away sharply.

"Well, I can't say I know what that was about, but… I'm not complaining," N murmured, his voice having suddenly dropped an octave, the amusing, princely pride fading rapidly as it seemed something else overtook his mind. He side-eyed Hil with his right eye, a slight pink blush on his cheeks, almost expectantly.

Laying his head on N's shoulder, Hil closed his eyes, wiping the smile off his face and trying to keep it off. Playing innocent, he pretended as if he hadn't noticed the shift in N's mood following that, nor the way N shifted a little closer to him and laid his hand delicately on Hil's lap.

Following the years and years they had spent together now, including finally officiating it a year or so ago in marriage, they knew each other quite well—and because of that fact, Hil knew that somehow, smaller gestures from N were much more risqué to him than grander ones. When their relationship had first started (which, to be fair, was difficult to pin down; Hil wasn't entirely certain when their friendship had progressed from that to lovers, only that it had to have been a few years after they had been named Consuls), N had been leery of physical affection, but as time drew on and he became more comfortable, opening up to Hil more and more, Hil started to make the distinction easily. Full-body hugs, cuddles, clingy grasping of hands, swift kisses—these generally had a chaste innocence to them. But the idle, nervous wandering of hands, such as a brief, sweeping gesture across Hil's outer thigh or fingertips touching his inner forearm, carried a much more charged energy to them, something that seemed to suggest or ask for… more.

Sheepishly, Hil loved that. Sure, it would have been nice for N to more openly ask for 'more' with words, but there was something intimate and loving about the nonverbal communication. Sometimes, he would absolutely pretend not to notice the little signals at first, all so he could feel N ask for more all over again. Opening his eyes just slightly, Hil watched as N pressed his palm to Hil's outer thigh, stroking it again, more deliberately this time. He felt N lean a little more against him, too.

Grinning to himself at last and deciding he'd taunted N with his feigned ignorance long enough, Hil cheekily whispered as he looked N in the eye, "You know, I get the feeling you want something."

N paused, then gave a sheepish smile as he pulled his hands back to himself, tucking them against his chest. Then, he kicked away the blankets covering him. He was just in some baggy sweatpants and a loose T-shirt he often wore around the house. "Maybe…" he quietly answered, shifting in place some. Taking a shot at teasing Hil back, he added, "Why, is there… something you'd want, too?"

That was all the encouragement Hil needed to feel bolder than usual—and within a few minutes of wordless shuffling of clothes and switching positions, N was lying flat on his back in the middle of the bed, those same baggy sweats around his ankles alongside his boxers, as Hil lay draped over his lap. He had one hand grasping N's hard length while his other gingerly teased the sensitive skin on the inside of N's thighs, and he had craned his neck forward so he could flick his tongue across the head every now and then.

Despite concentrating on the task at hand—literally, he thought with a glimmer of amusement to himself, one he knew would have earned him a groan from even N had he said it aloud—his eyes were practically glued to N's face as he serviced him. He knew N loved this kind of attention, maybe better than anything else they could do, and despite having seen N's reactions dozens and dozens of times before, he ate it up every time.

The way he would bite his lower lip, stare at Hil intently with half-lidded, gray eyes, before finally exhaling with the ghost of a moan as he tossed his head back and stared at the ceiling—divine, in its own right. The way he would shakily reach a hand to try and tease Hil some while he worked, rubbing at the bulge in Hil's clothes—delightful, a prelude to what he knew would come later once he'd finished with N here. The way that, when Hil sped up and pressed more of his mouth down over N's hardness, N would gasp and give an involuntary buck of his hips before managing to still them, his hands falling to the bedsheets as he grabbed blindly for fistfuls of the fabric like he needed it to stabilize himself—brilliant.

In fact, seeing all those responses spurred him further into action, bobbing his head up and down excitedly as N's moans quit being so hushed and he gave in to the pleasure clearly coursing through him. That's it, Hil thought as he took N to the hilt again and again, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He would have still been grinning like a fool if his mouth wasn't too busy with something else. Arceus, he's so hot, the way he just… slowly melts at this…~

"Hil…~" N whined, another involuntary buck of his shoving his length to the back of Hil's throat for just a second. "I'm—I'm…"

N never was quite good with words, even less so when he was being assailed by so many other sensations, Hil thought almost smugly to himself. Not that Hil minded. He just maintained his pace, silently willing N to go ahead, an unbridled, giddy excitement in his chest as he recognized what was about to happen. Truthfully, it wasn't a glamorous act, giving—it could make one's jaw ache and the taste could be… to be desired. But the blithe excitement came from how, as he neared his climax, N's voice rose in pitch, from how N seemed to momentarily lose control of his muscles, from how N helplessly cried out Hil's name as that pleasure crested the hill and he unloaded in Hil's waiting throat, who swallowed to try and keep up. The excitement came from knowing how much fun N was having and how excited he had been, a rare moment of pure, uninhibited, loud joy on a person that usually was so reserved and quiet—free of his own chains for just a brief, fleeting few seconds.

Once N had ridden out the high, Hil, panting heavily, pulled off him. It took him a few seconds to recover, but N slowly sat properly upright, his face flushed red, a remnant of their act. He met Hil's eyes, and Hil beamed back at him, feeling a surge of prideful glee with what he'd just done.

"That make up for the 'nonsense' movie?" Hil taunted, wagging his eyebrows.

Blinking as if it took him a second to figure out what Hil was even talking about, N then just laughed, shaking his head almost disbelievingly. "…Y-yeah, yeah, that definitely… definitely makes everything better…~"

Snickering, Hil scooted up the bed until he was seated right next to N, laying his head on his shoulder again, still feeling a mischievous glee for what he'd just done with N. "Mm, anything for you…" he huskily whispered, a dreamy edge to his voice, inhaling sharply afterward as he felt his own excitement burning within him. He was suddenly eager for N to make good on the teasing he'd done to him earlier. Deviously, head still rested gingerly on N's shoulder and his hand trailing the tips of his fingernails up N's arm, Hil whispered in N's ear, "Though, I wonder if there's anything you'd wanna do for me now…~?"

N inhaled sharply, taking a moment to collect himself, before he mumbled coyly, "How was it you put it… 'Anything for you?'"

"Mmh… Alright, then…~"

And with that, N shifted, and Hil took his place laying back in the bed.


Sorry, maybe I'll add in N returning the favor later, but my brain couldn't handle writing anymore. Not that I wasn't enjoying writing it (obviously, otherwise I wouldn't have written it) but Idk, I just felt like this was a nice little place to leave it off at, haha.