Chapter 1: Sights for Horny Eyes

Guzma wasn't quite sure when he noticed how nice looking Blue was, but he found himself watching the other trainer quite often. It wasn't as though they saw each other every hour of the day, since the Battle Tree was huge. But in between fights, and intermissions, Guzma would try to catch a glimpse of one of his co-bosses.

At the moment, he ground his teeth, watching from where he was from behind a field partition. He had his eyes trained on Blue's cute and toned behind, which was perfectly framed by his capris. Guzma's eyes roved, settling on the smaller trainer's lithe form, his not overly muscled legs and arms, and his boyish, yet handsome profile.

Guzma glowered a bit, staring at Red and Cynthia, the only other two in the field at the moment. With a snort he stepped out as they all laughed at a joke or another, tired of watching from afar. He strode over, his large frame not making it long before he was spotted. Red eyed him, while Blue and Cynthia remained oblivious.

"Then I told him, dude, it doesn't matter if you used ten thousand X Specials," Blue was saying. "You'd never beat me in a million years!"

"I'd not say that," Cynthia said dryly. "These competitive players can get really clever."

"Yeah, but I'm clever, too. And adaptive. Speaking of which…being so mentally trying makes a guy hungry."

Guzma grinned as he walked up. He could give Blue something to eat, straight from the tap itself. The thought created a swooping feeling in his middle.

"Heya, buddy," Guzma said, towering over them. "You celebrating your afterglow?"

"Oh, only one of several hundred," Blue said, turning and facing Guzma with a smirk—Guzma's visage twitched, goodness, that smirk— "Why? You looking to be another one of them?"

"I'd not get cocky. Pretty boy," Guzma was about a head taller than Blue, well everyone for that matter, and loomed closer to him. Blue didn't budge, still gazing up at him with an even expression. "I can figure my way around your strategies if I put my mind to it."

"Oh yeah? What's keeping you back, then?"

"I don't want to hurt your feelings."

Blue barked in laugher, slapping his knee. Red slightly pursed his lips up in a smile, and Cynthia flat out snorted.

"Oh ho ho, wow…you know me well enough by now, right?" Blue said, chuckling. "I might be one of your bosses, but it doesn't mean you spare my feelings. For real. It's getting me upset now that I'm thinking about it more."

Guzma grinned, enjoying how his quarry wasn't intimidated. That was another thing that had him hooked onto the smaller trainer. Most people would shy away and fold underneath his stature, but that being challenged was oddly refreshing and left Guzma with a longing desire for more of that feeling and then more.

"Okay then. I challenge you to a match, here and now," said Guzma.

"Not even gonna let me get something in my stomach, huh?"

"Not my fault you skipped lunch. Why, is it gonna affect your thinking?"

"Now I know you're trying to screw with me," said Blue, scoffing.

"I sure am."

Blue clearly didn't catch the innuendo, but Red did. The latter eyed Guzma suspiciously.

"Sure then. Let's do it," Blue said, holding one hand up. "Red, Cynthia…this won't take me long."

Guzma's stomach lurched. Was he really going to be alone with Blue? He couldn't contain his excitement.

"You sure?" asked Cynthia.

"Yeah. I'll be back before you guys even hit dessert," said Blue, maneuvering his hand down towards his belt. After his friends left, he and Guzma were left alone. Arcanine was sent out first on Blue's side, and Guzma sent out his Goliscipod.

"Type advantages don't scare us! Arcanine!" Blue flung out his hand, roaring, "Use Thunder Fang!"

Arcanine soared forward with a howl, electricity flaring from his fangs.

As the battle went on, Guzma's Pokemon quickly dropping like flies, it was clear he wasn't really paying attention. Guzma barely gave his Pokemon commands or attention, instead watching Blue's every move, hearing every vocalization. He watched as his hair flowed with every swift and energetic movement, the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. Guzma perked. He noticed Blue, despite his energy, was still tired. Yet, he was still giving it his all.

What an inspiration, this pretty punk is, Guzma thought, recalling his fifth Pokemon with a scowl. Damn it, why does he have to be like this?

"Guzma!"

He jolted. Somehow the sound of Blue calling his name made his everything go stiff. He was really hopeless.

"Hey," Blue walked out a bit on the field, holding his arms out. "You're not into this, man. What's with you?"

"What are you talking about? I'm in prime form!"

Blue put his hands on his hips, and the scowl on his face was more apparent. "As if. You're totally daydreaming."

"Okay, I can't keep up, alright?" Guzma said in a half truth, half lie, "I'm just going by instinct and…"

"Dude…" Blue came up, brows furrowed. Guzma's face was twitching to stay blank. "…your face is all red," Blue continued, his normally slanted eyebrows raising. "You sure you're okay? It is kind of hot."

"So are—uh," Guzma caught himself, but it seemed as though Blue didn't notice the almost slip up. "I'm…alright. Stop your pissing and worrying, let's finish this."

Blue shrugged with a smirk, then turned. Guzma watched the movements of his hips and his behind as he walked away, twitching his hands a bit.

It didn't take long for the battle to end after that. By then Guzma was a frozen statue, staring into the distance slightly hunched and his hands sweaty. He was thankful his pants were baggy enough to hide how very happy he was.

The next thing he knew, Blue was walking up, probably getting the closest they'd ever been so far. Guzma even leaned his head back a bit, staring down with slightly widened eyes. Blue looked oddly concerned, which was a curious side of him Guzma hadn't seen yet.

"Hey. You look out of it. Come on…let's get you some water," said Blue. "You just might be thirsty."

He was about to turn, but Guzma's grunt made him glance back inquiringly; Guzma was hunched over, forcing his shaking hands in his pocket.

"Y'know, maybe if you took all those heavy clothes off you'd feel better," said Blue. "Something a lot thinner works in a place like Alola."

"Y-Yeah," Guzma breathed, sweat running down his face. "Thinner and…tight fitting, too?"

"Mmm…maybe. It depends on who you ask. I don't mind showing off my figure," Blue said with an impish grin. He turned away and Guzma turned red, beginning to shake like a teapot over boiling water.

He was teasing him, it had to be that. Guzma ground his teeth together and was getting tunnel vision, zoning in directly on that perfect ass that Blue had. It was about to tip him over and Guzma wanted to do nothing more than to pound Blue into the dirt right there.

They were still alone. Maybe this could have been where he made his feelings apparent. He had to get them out somehow, and at least he could take care of his problem now or later.

Preferably…now… Guzma thought, finally walking and trailing Blue like an abandoned Rockruff. Oh, Arceus…I've gotta…

He was shitty at getting his feelings out, thanks to years of pent up emotions from the abuse from his father. That abuse would extend much further than normal physical abuse on the worse nights when his father was drunk. Guzma became oddly complacent for a moment, calming down and almost disassociating a bit. Revisiting those feelings now gave him an interesting mix of emotions and feelings he was a little scared and aroused by.

But this time, he'd be in control, and suddenly the idea of Blue being subjugated to whatever he wanted to do to him sounded hot and ran Guzma's temperature up again. It wasn't just the cake he wanted, he wanted to explore every part of that slim figure somehow and that included his insides.

"Hey, what's with you?" Blue snapping at him brought him back. Guzma had only made it partway through the arena and Blue had to double back, again, and now looked a bit annoyed at him. "Are you about to faint, dude?"

Guzma didn't know, he had a lot of blood rushing to both heads. He almost snickered; just being in Blue's personal space was still arousing, like his aura itself was taking a hold of him.

"Uhhh," Guzma said thickly, leaning side to side slowly with a nervous smile. "I uh…gotta…"

"You gotta what?"

"Well…"

"Whatever it is, can it wait until I grab something to eat? My belly's starting to growl and I'm about to fall over here," Blue said, and for the first time Guzma noticed he was panting slightly through each word. It was barely noticeable, and Blue was also slightly flushed, his hair drooping a bit more.

Guzma grinned slowly. "Busy day, huh?"

"The busiest one so far…barely had time for a break to sit, let alone eat. Now hurry up. If you fall, I ain't catching your big ass."

"I'd catch you if you fell."

Blue raised his brows, shutting his eyes a little longer than normal. "…well then." Disinterested, he began to walk away. "I'll remember that for later."

Guzma soured. Was this asshole gay or not?

"I need to use the can!" Guzma blurted, freezing Blue in his tracks; the latter sighed a bit. The reason was the closest bathrooms were the ones next to the arena, and were reserved only for the Battle Tree's special trainers when they came here to train. The bathrooms were typically locked by keycard. Guzma knew this and had his, not that Blue needed to know that.

Without even asking Blue turned and brushed past him, only beckoning silently with a finger. Guzma shuffled after him like a Piloswine on speed. The added bonus was, this area was usually very empty especially at this time of day. Red, Blue, and Cynthia had simply stayed for idle chat after battling.

They went through a pair of heavy double doors, entering the bathroom/locker rooms. The hall was small, with the men's to the right. Guzma was checking to see if the double doors locked discreetly, jerking up at the beeping noise from the card key being used. He nearly leapt over, stumbling partially. His wee wee was very stiff.

Blue stood to the side annoyed, but holding the door open for him nonetheless. Guzma almost laughed; to be so intelligent, Blue was oddly absentminded and otherwise unassuming. He seemed to have no idea Guzma was about to explode, preferably on him.

"Thanks," Guzma said, letting out a short breath. "Uh…so are you gonna stay here, or…"

"I don't need to, no. But I do have to lock the arena, so I'll wait outside."

Guzma paused, thinking fast. He blurted, "Well, I just remembered from last time, that little kid, the one with green hair, he…"

"Who, Wally?"

"Yeah. He uh…slipped and fell and broke a toilet," Guzma said, trying not to grin. "I forgot to say something about it."

Now Blue looked more skeptical than suspicious. "Are you sure it was Wally who did it, and he's not being blamed?" he asked. "The kid—well, he's not as young as he looks, but he certainly doesn't weigh more than ninety pounds soaking wet. What, was he holding an anvil or something?"

"Yeah."

Blue stared at him, deadpan, for several long moments. Guzma couldn't believe it when he walked in the bathroom, likely just to see the bullshit excuse for himself. Was he actually going to—?!

For a moment, Guzma had a moment of clarity, following Blue in with a blank look. He shut the bathroom door behind him, though. He'd get in a shit load of trouble if things went wrong, but what if they didn't? The worse that could happen was he would get rejected and—

Guzma's brows twitched and he went still. Blue had opened the first stall at random, seemingly unable to see something in it clearly. He bent over, one leg a little farther forward than the other, and Guzma got a nice side profile of not only his rear, but his shapely hips as well.

"Oooooh, shit," Guzma groaned, wiping at the corner of his mouth. There went the last of his rationality.

"No, no shit in here…huh, but someone's left a bag…wait a sec!" Blue leaned forward even more, exclaiming, "This is Red's bag! He must've left it in here…geez, how long has it been?"

Guzma wasn't really paying attention by then, instead idly fumbling with a Pokeball on his belt and scanning the bathroom. Oh well, he'd improvise. Now for that ass and more.

Would he get kicked out? Yeah, but he could die happy as long as he got what he wanted.

Blue registered a hand stroking along his backside, freezing halfway in picking Red's bag up. He dropped it quickly and turned, finding Guzma right there and staring at him with a creep-stalker-creep face that'd haunt the nightmares of Arceus.

"Yo, what the—personal space, ever heard of it?!" Blue asked, flustered. He tried backing away only to find he barely had space to, completely blocked in.

Guzma stared at him blankly, then casually reached a hand forward before seizing Blue by the shoulder. He literally pulled the smaller, leaner trainer out from the stall, and it was like swinging a pillow around. In the next second Blue was flying, yelping as he clotheslined over the bench and crashed on the other side on his opposite shoulder. The pain stunned him and he didn't even notice the sound of a Pokeball opening.

Blue recovered, wincing as he rolled over. Guzma towered over him from the other side of the bench, once more wearing that creepy stare.

"Guzma, what the hell are you—AGH!"

Guzma had grabbed the front of his shirt, carelessly flinging him backwards. Blue hit the wall and slumped, breathless. As Guzma stepped over the bench his Vikavolt shot out from behind him, buzzing noisily, and the big trainer yanked Blue up to his feet. It seemed the latter was too shocked on top of everything else to fully process what was happening, which was nice for two reasons. For one, it meant Guzma was betraying a trust he didn't even realize he had with Blue, and that was pretty hot a thought to be taking advantage of that sort of innocence.

Secondly, Blue usually was a fast thinker. It seemed even he couldn't immediately adjust to an incoming ass pounding…Guzma gave a nasty laugh, getting behind Blue, trying not to get distracted yet by the close contact, and held him up by his waist.

"Get the hell off me!" Blue shouted, now starting to struggle to pull away a little too late. He stopped a moment, stunned to find Vikavolt sticking his shoes to the floor with a thick coating of string shot. "W-What the what?!"

Using the distraction, Guzma forced one of his arms up, and his Vikavolt unleashed another stringshot, starting from the ceiling and attaching a clump of it around Blue's wrist. It was not only sticky, but tough as a Rhydon's hide. Guzma moved to the side and Blue tried punching him with his only fist. Guzma let it happen, laughing when knuckles glanced off his chest.

"Ow! Why'd you do that, pal?" he taunted, grabbing that arm as well and waiting for Vikavolt to finish. "After such a long day, how are you still so strong and energetic?"

A splotch of string landed on Blue, dripping into his hair.

"Son of a bitch!" Blue screamed.

"I agree. So anyway..."

"There are no damn good reasons for this. When I—"

"Oh, but YOU can't do anything now, can you?"

Guzma took Blue's bag off his bag and tossed it to the side; several Pokeballs rolled out but to Blue's ire they didn't open. His Pokemon were tired and while they were resting wouldn't hear him calling for them so far away.

"Let me go," Blue said sharply, burning a stare into Guzma's eyes. Guzma wore his favorite shit-eating grin, only standing there a moment. "Guzma, get me out of—"

Guzma stepped forward quickly, snapping, "Shut up. Still can run your mouth, huh?"

"Gee, I wonder why at this point in time?"

"I don't see a reason. I just needed to talk to you."

"Oh, talk my ass," Blue said, rolling his eyes.

"I'd love to."

"Yeah..." Blue stared at him for a moment like his mind was resetting, then went back to scowling. "Yeah okay, how about you get this shit off me first? Then I'll consider it."

"No. You wouldn't listen if I did."

Guzma reached out, touching Blue along his side. Blue jerked away from the contact, but couldn't move far. That was good. Guzma wanted him rooted, but still able to squirm.

"You never saw me coming, did you?" asked Guzma, beginning to pant a bit in his excitement. "You never thought it was weird, with how I was acting?"

Blue didn't answer but only glowered, but Guzma thought it was just an adorable expression. It confirmed what he asked.

"I didn't realize you were that relaxed around me. What a damn shame…now we're here to this point, after you being a cock-tease for damn near ever since I saw you."

"What are you talking about? I never—you never even said—"

"Of course I won't say I like filling donut holes, you think that'd do my reputation any good after I got it back to fair standards?"

"Well hell, what do you think this'll look like?"

"This is worth it. I'll make it last, and it'll make me last forever. I'll never forget any part of you, and it'll be the same way around…I'll toy with you just like how you toyed with me!"

"What…what are you…"

Blue pulled back as Guzma came up closer, grabbing him by his shoulders. Blue let out a slight grunt of pain when the grip turned crushing, and couldn't move his head back any further. He could only stare right into Guzma's eyes, which were suddenly starting to move down.

"Come on, Oak…I can see it in your eyes, you still don't get it. Think about why I've got you strung up tight, you lean…cocky…sexy," Guzma breathed the word out onto Blue's neck and the latter tensed, giving a shudder that ran up his spine and even to his hair, causing it to ripple in discomfort. "…ooh, you've driven me crazy and didn't even know up to now…smart as a Slowking, but simultaneously oblivious like a Slowpoke…"

He was silent for a moment. Because of this he caught the barest, slightest noise of Blue's breathing speeding up.

"You're out of your mind," Blue exhaled almost breathlessly, his tan eyes wide and twitching. "You've lost it if you think you can do this and get away with it…!"

"Maybe, to the first two things. I already said I was alright with the fallout."

"You'd better not, I'll hurt you bad if you—you—!"

Blue fell silent, only gritting his teeth as Guzma leaned back and grinned at him. Even he knew when to fold 'em and he could only anticipate what the freak across from him had in store.