This is a draft chapter in progress. It is subject to change as it is edited.
This chapter in particular may need some sentences to be reworded or some added here and there. But apart from that and a final edit, I'd say this chapter is nearly done.
Also, as an FYI, this chapter is the lead in to the smut in the next chapter (but do not expect it to be expliciet here on FFN-I'll save that for Ao3.
Some stuff goes on in this one but as this is a more story-driven fic, this chapter and the next are only a few instances that these two idiots finally get their hands on one another (Nanu is a sad tired cat man that won't always have the energy or will to keep pace with Guzma).
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Guzma couldn't believe that Nanu kept ditching him like this. Did the older cop really want to keep him out of the whole Ultra Beast situation?
That was stupid.
Those damn beasts were going to come after him whether or not Guzma was involved. So he might as well be kept in the loop. While Guzma had an understanding why Nanu wanted to keep him away and relatively safe, Guzma didn't fully comprehend why the cop was so damn insistent.
And yet there he was, standing there outside the Dimensional Lab like an idiot, watching Nanu have his sneaky ass be flown away by his Honchkrow.
Who the hell left in the middle of a conversation? Or rather, leave before one could even be started up?
Nanu really did dislike social interaction, didn't he?
Guzma didn't particularly care that Nanu didn't want to talk, because he was going to do just that.
Talk about the way Nanu kept being such a morose jackass who didn't even care that someone may have broken into his home in the past with ill intent.
Who the fuck did that?
Did Nanu just think that he could wake up and toss people onto the ground from being rudely woken? Or did the cop just assume that his Pokémon would alert him to any danger and help protect him?
Guzma didn't like to hear Nanu talk about himself so dismissively. Sure, it sounded like Nanu didn't have the most stellar past with what he said, but that was no reason to just not care at all what might happened to him.
The tall punk paced irritably back and forth as he waited for the ride Charizard to show up, and let out a slow sigh as the Pokémon alighted on the ground next to him.
The Ride Association really ought to think about getting a larger Pokémon, since Guzma was much taller than Charizard.
At the growl and flick of the being tip of the tail, Charizard appraised Guzma with a tilt of its head.
"Yeah, Yeah, you already know I ain't gonna wear the clothes for riding. If I happen to fall off the seat and into the sea, that's on me." Guzma said with an impatient wave of his hand, before he shook his head at the snort the winged lizard gave. "You know that I didn't fall off the last time. You did a barrel roll and bucked me off."
Charizard let out a growling laugh.
"Yeah, fuckin' hilarious." Guzma griped, as he held onto the harness. "But if you could not do that this time, that'd be great, 'cause it m actually tryin' to check up on Nanu." Guzma settled onto the seat and sighed as Charizard shifted from paw to paw. "I know I'm taller than ya but do I really outweigh you? Go complain to the Association. Maybe get them to employ a larger Pokémon for me? Or people my size in general?"
Charizard flared its wings out and snapped them rapidly before it managed to lift off into the air.
Guzma cussed as he wrapped arms around the base of the Pokémon's neck as Charizard picked up speed.
Charizard skimmed the water when it reached the shoreline, and flicked water playfully at Guzma with its claws.
The punk held on tight and dealt with the splash of water. So long as the winged lizard didn't dump his ass into the sea again, a little water was nothing to him.
They arrived at route 17 in a decent amount of time, even if parts of Guzma's body had gone numb from the awkward way he had to sit and hang onto the Pokémon. As Charizard landed, Guzma carefully slid off its back, and offered a pouch of Pokebeans he had planned on giving MaryAnn.
"I didn't get ya anything last time, so here. Some of them are those rainbow colored ones." Guzma grinned at the Charizard taking the bag with one clawed paw, and sniffing at it. "Don't believe me? Look inside. There's one of those biscuits too."
Charizard fished a rainbow bean out with its tongue, and growled in approval of the treat.
"I'll try to remember other stuff if I call on you again, yeah?" Guzma asked, watching the way Charizard automatically shielded its fiery tail tip from the rain outside of the station.
Charizard gave Guzma a dubious look. But when the Pokemon took at a glance to the bag it had tied around its wrist, Charizard nodded. It flared its wings out again and took off into the sky.
Showoff.
That Charizard didn't have that wide of a wingspan.
But the ride Pokémon had gotten Guzma to the police station in record time, even if Guzma knew that Charizard was going to give him hell if he kept having the damn thing bring him to a rainy route. But Guzma didn't care right now, as the object of his frustration barely acknowledged him as he slammed the door open and proceed into the cop's home.
Guzma shut the door behind him and shook rain out of his hair, before he clenched his fists at his sides and glowered at Nanu. The former Team Skull leader was going to get answers out of Nanu, one way or another.
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Nanu heard Guzma noisily enter the station, and raised a brow as he pet a Meowth. He wasn't all that surprised to see the punk. Guzma had made it clear he intended to 'talk' to him, whatever that meant when it came to the punk. Only that he had gotten there sooner than Nanu would have expected him to.
"Checkin' out on me, cop?" Guzma demanded as he stomped closer and loomed over where Nanu was seated. The taller man crossed his arms and scowled. "Don't wanna have a chat about you talkin' shit about yourself?"
Nanu settled for an indifferent expression. No, he really didn't want to talk about himself.
Was he going to tell Guzma that?
No.
Nanu rose from the chair with a Meowth and went into the kitchen instead. Other Meowth had spilled food on the counter of the kitchen toward the rear of the station, and he hadn't cleaned it up. The Meowth in the station hadn't eaten it either, so clean up it was.
"What the hell are you up to?" Guzma demanded as he followed along after the officer. "Why did you leave just like that, huh?"
Nanu could hear how agitated the punk was, but was quite blunt in his response nonetheless. "I will do as I please. I don't remember ever saying that I would go along with whatever you wanted to do." Nanu fixed tired eyes on Guzma. "I am busy deal with gathering information and tracking down those Ultra Beasts. I need to use my time wisely." While the older cop looked away to pick up the Pokémon food, the Meowth he had been holding hopping down and batting the food around. Nanu stilled when he sensed Guzma come up behind him, the punk all but breathing down his neck.
"Gonna ignore me just like that, old man?" Guzma asked bitingly.
"Why are you here? I can't stay for long." Nanu tossed a piece of food down to a Meowth that was holding its paws up. "I will need to leave soon. Looker will likely want to meet to discuss our next move and-."
"Take a damn break, old man. Gonna keel over if ya don't." Guzma grumbled as he loomed closer, close enough to touch Nanu. "Thought yer back got fucked up by pieces of rock a few days ago?"
"It's healed up well enough to go about my day without Looker acting as though I will collapse." Nanu is surprised when Guzma suddenly pressed his face against the side of his neck to breathe against the cop's skin. "Take the rest of the day off and go track down those Ultra Beast sightings or whatever in the morning. You need to sleep sometime, don't you?" Guzma let out a puff of air. "Have you slept lately?"
"Enough to function." Nanu hedged. He was sleeping terribly, what with all the terrible memories being drudged up by the UB's presence in Alola.
"So that's a no."
"You actually interested in how much I sleep?" Nanu was aware of the way Guzma's large hands rested on the counter on either side of him, the punk's taller frame now pressed up against him from behind.
"If it means your gonna have shitty reaction time around those Ultra Beasts, yes." The taller punk grumbled.
"...Guzma..." Nanu slowly placed his hands on the counter as well, and just to test the younger man's resolve to pester him and not leave, spoke. "I don't really have anything better to do right now. I can always catch a few hours of sleep after I speak with Looker and-"
"I'm here, aren't I, old man?" Guzma cut in angrily.
"You are here." Nanu agreed readily enough. "But why are you here?" Nanu had a feeling he knew, but wanted to hear it from Guzma. The officer stilled further when Guzma leaned up against his back snugly, yet not too hard to cause discomfort." You're talkin' too damn much, cop."
This time, Nanu did not miss the subtle grind against him.
Well then.
That took long enough for Guzma to come on to him again.
Baffling, really.
"Are you all right after that Xurkitree nearly electrocuted you? It looked like a close thing." Nanu asked seriously, as he tapped his fingers against the counter. "I didn't get the chance to ask, with my back being gauged by pieces of rock." Nanu was not unaware of the fact that he...somewhat enjoyed the closeness of the punk.
"I'm fine." Guzma pulled away with a groan. "Buzzwole took the hit and not me."
"Your wrist was clipped, wasn't it?"
"It just...startled me." Guzma said evasively. "My hand's all right."
"The Buzzwole is okay?" Nanu asked, taking the answer about the punk's wrist in stride. The older cop saw the bandages, but said nothing more. Instead, he focused on the Ultra Beast. Nanu figured that since the UB Guzma had captured resembled a bug in a way. The punk had to have taken a liking to it. Nanu might have seen Guzma flexing alongside the creature a few days ago before its capture. Nanu would just keep mum over the fact that he only had eyes for Guzma. It had been…oddly amusing to watch Guzma grin while the punk had futilely attempted to out-flex the Ultra Beast.
"S'fine. Damn thing seems pretty hardy." Guzma said shortly, turning Nanu around so that he could press the cop carefully against the counter. "Tyin' to distract me, huh?"
"From what?" Nanu asked in a dead kind of way, though he was calculating in his mind how much effort it would take to swap their positions. When Guzma leered at him, Nanu decided to go for it and wipe the cocky look of the punk's face. Nanu rather liked the exasperated sound when he shooed Guzma's hands away, only for the punk to let out a surprised yelp when the officer seized him and spun them around to press the taller man against the counter instead.
"Playing games?" Guzma asked with a sneer.
"What do you want?" Nanu asked, even if he had a feeling he already knew.
"You." Guzma responded, though his voice had dropped to nearly a whisper when he admitted it aloud.
"Only if you actually mean it." Nanu said as he studied the taller punk.
"I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't." Guzma bristled defensively. "What about the kisses? The…the hand jobs?" The punk ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "I thought you woulda understood by now what I want."
"You've been giving me a lot of mixed signals." Nanu said tonelessly. "I want to be certain of your...intentions, especially when you insist on talking shit all the time." Nanu looked away. "You are nearly twice my age…"
"You ain't half my age." Guzma said with a laugh. "I'm turnin' 30 soon, and you're what? Maybe 15 years older than me, tops?"
Nanu gave an ambiguous shrug, neither confirming nor denying Guzma's words.
"It's not like you were here in Alola when I was younger, if that's what eatin' ya." Guzma let out an aggravated sigh. "And if I was bothered by the age difference, then I wouldn't have let ya touch me to begin with." The punk jabbed a finger into Nanu's narrow chest. "I already told ya I didn't give a shit about you bein' older than me."
"You have made that part pretty clear." Nanu said, voice dead. He was having trouble latching onto the idea that yes, Guzma was still interested in him, and no, the punk wasn't planning on going anywhere until he got a solid answer out of Nanu.
How tiresome.
Forming relationships and keeping them was too much work for someone like Nanu, who had so many problems.
"And if you think that I'm givin' ya mixed signals, than how about this?" Guzma seized the older man's shirt tight. "Stop beatin' around the damn bush and do something with me. I don't care what you do, so long as you fuckin' touch me." Guzma narrowed his eyes. "Damned tired of waiting for you to get yer head outta yer ass."
"…If you don't like something, then I'll need you to speak up and tell me." Nanu said after he gave the taller man a hard stare. When Guzma merely stared defiantly at him in return, Nanu let out a sigh. He was too old for this. "I don't want for there to be any misunderstandings like that night a year and a half ago, where you seemed to be confused. It made me…uncomfortable, to think I might have taken advantage of the state you were in."
"Still flappin' yer jaw, cop. You already had a hand on my cock not so long ago, so there's your answer, huh? Not much of a misunderstanding there." Guzma said with a sneer. With a roll of his eyes at the way Nanu waited, the punk added, a little impatiently. "Yeah, yeah, I can swat ya or somethn'. But I doubt you'll do anythin' I don't like…"
Nanu moved, reaching out to brush Guzma's hand away from his shirt, followed by his other hand carelessly sweeping the Pokémon food off the counter.
The Meowth would take care of it later.
"Makin' a mess." Guzma let out a snort, unimpressed. "Be careful, or you're gonna make yourself tired, old man."
Nanu stooped, and, with a quick burst of energy and effort, lifted Guzma up and onto the counter, startling the taller punk at Nanu's ability to do so.
"Holy shit." Guzma offered a grin. "Didn't think you could actually lift me like that. I'm bigger than ya."
"I need to stay fit enough to potentially take down criminals larger than myself, if my Pokémon are unable to help me, for whatever reason." Nanu said with a raised brow.
"Still surprising." Guzma muttered, looking amused as he grinned some more at the cop. "So...staying fit enough to take people down yourself, huh? Do you think I'm a criminal?"
"Have you stolen anything recently?" Nanu asked blandly. "Gambled in the streets or stolen Pokémon? Kidnapped a person, perhaps? Took in more of those kids that failed the island challenge and let them stay in Po Town?"
"Uh…" Guzma awkwardly tapped a back of his shoe against the cupboard beneath the counter he was seated on. "Don't think so, no."
"You don't sound too sure." Nanu brought his hands to rest against Guzma's knees, and looked at him in question. "You up to something?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Guzma reached out and dragged Nanu in close for a kiss, clearly still quite impatient with the cop for taking so damn long. "Maybe I'll tell you later if I'm plannin' any disruptions?"
"You do realize I could arrest you? Find ways to make you talk if you're hiding something." Nanu breathed into the kiss. "I haven't gotten much of a chance to interrogate anyone like I used to in my previous job."
"You torture people before, old man?" Guzma laughed. "Damn. That ain't good for a kahuna and a cop to do now, is it?"
"If I need to keep the peace around here, I can and will." Nanu twitched over the way Guzma nipped at his lips. "In any way necessary."
"You just want to be able to take all those naps with yer damn cats without interruption." Guzma pointed out, the kiss heating up as the punk let out a muffled laugh as he held the cop closer. Guzma wrapped his arms around Nanu when he felt the cop reaching down to work the punk's pants down.
"Not wastin' time, huh?" Guzma reluctantly pulled away from the kiss as he assisted in tugging his own pants down, along with his boxer briefs, his breath quickening. Sitting on the counter made it a little tricky. "I thought you were thinkin' I might be a criminal that needs to be…be interrogated. Ah, shit!" Guzma bit off his own words as Nanu took his cock in hand. The punk let go of Nanu and rested back against his elbows, biting his lip over the older man contentedly went for slow strokes to his shaft.
A half-smirk briefly crossed Nanu's lips at Guzma's reaction.
"Already…did this before." Guzma breathed, blinking in confusion when Nanu's hand stilled around his shaft, as the cop looked him dead in the eye with a hint of amusement.
"I guess I did." Nanu agreed. "I suppose it wouldn't be too much effort to do something a little different." Nanu braced his free hand on Guzma's thigh, and leaned over, close enough to experimentally lick the tip of the taller man's cock. Nanu was a bit out of practice, but from the wau he made Guzma let out a sharp breath, it was good enough for now. "Second thought?"
"Shut the fuck up old man, I-" Guzma to let out a sharp breath at another cursory lick. "R-really going for the cat aesthetic, old man?"
"I don't think any cat would be dong this." Nanu said tonelessly, before he went down on the other man's cock and giving the tip a hard suck, just to see the reaction. There was no way in hell Guzma got blow jobs, and was proven correct over the intake of breath and a curse that ended in a soft groan.
The Meowth that had been in the kitchen were now absent.
Nanu figured they had picked up the mood in the room and made themselves scare. It made it easier for the cop to focus on Guzma, and braced his hand harder against a thigh as he took Guzma's cock into his mouth. Nanu had to start with only taking the shaft in partway to the base, but after a few tries, Nanu was able to take more in, all the while sucking hard at the punk's cock, determined.
Guzma, meanwhile, was clearly startled, as the punk had had to lean backward and brace himself against the counter on his elbows.
"Holy shit…" Guzma moaned out, losing the ability to say anything coherent as Nanu's hand joined his mouth, the cop seemingly determined to drive Guzma made with pleasure. The taller punk finally couldn't take it any longer, and managed to shakily sit back up. Guzma leaned over and dug his fingers into Nanu's short gray hair, breath coming out shaky.
Nanu managed to not choke himself on Guzma's rather impressive cock. The older man was not going to say anything to that effect, as he didn't want to deal with Guzma being pleased with himself foe being...well endowed.
Cocky punk would love the compliment, therefore, Nanu wouldn't say a damn thing.
Nanu drew back enough to suck the tip of the punk's shaft hard, Nanu's his hand gently squeezing along the rest of the cock, his fingertips pressing into a vein now and again.
Guzma came with a moan before too long, his frame shivering over the sensation of Nanu swallowing around him. The red eyed man drew off Guzma's cock with a wet pop and a half-smirk.
"That was fast." Nanu teased, dark brow quirking while his red eyes reflected humor with Guzma's reaction to the blow job. "Not gotten off like that before, or has it just been awhile?"
Guzma let out a tired huff as he sprawled backward, half on the counter. It took the former Team Skull leader a few moments to realize that his spent cock was still out on display, and being observed by a smirking Nanu.
"Least that was different." Guzma mumbled eventually, flushing the faintest bit over how quickly he had come.
"Here. Clean up." Nanu tossed a towel he'd retrieved from nearby drawer. Nanu turned away and indicated a nearby cupboard. "There are cleaning supplies in there to clean the counter up with. I don't need bare asses on the surfaces where I and my Pokémon eat." Nanu walked away, over to the couch, and collapsed onto it, grimacing over jostling his healing back. Once settled, Nanu tugged a blanket off the back of the couch and onto himself, his back to the punk.
From the sound of fumbling, and footsteps drawing near, Guzma clearly ignored the instructions to clean up the counter. A quick peek over a shoulder confirmed this, over the way Guzma was squatting next to the couch now. Nanu looked away, discreetly freeing his belt as soundlessly as he could, and maneuvered a hand down to take his own cock in hand. It was...unusual for him to get worked up just giving pleasure to another.
"You're jacking off." Guzma said, in an irritatingly innocent way that made it clear that the punk he wasn't just joking around.
Nanu turned over on the couch this time to fix irritable red eyes on Guzma.
The taller punk merely flashed a grin and made a lewd gesture with his hands.
"…I'm trying to get some rest." Nanu said, his hand being a traitor as he continued to minutely stroke his shaft.
"Nope, you're pulling one off." Guzma said with a cheeky grin. "Does getting me off turn you on, old man?" At the way those red eyes narrowed at him, Guzma continued on. "What? I thought you said before that you couldn't get it up so early in in day?"
Nanu continued to say nothing, but did dig a thumb against the slit. It was...interesting that there was already pre-cum, but Nanu supposed that it helped handle his cock more easily. If only Guzma would stop aggravating him, he could-
"I thought you were considerin' arresting me earlier." Guzma prodded. "Ya know, so that you can make me reveal all my dark secrets." This statement earned Guzma a harassed look. It was better than a glare, and obviously encouraged the punk to continue. "Want some help under there?" Guzma pressed.
"You're awfully noisy for someone who just got their cock sucked." Nanu commented, as he shifted around on the couch so that he could rest his head against the arm of the couch. His hand was still around his cock, and with every word Guzma spoke, the more annoyed he was getting that he was...feeling something more than when he had used to jack off in the past.
"That doesn't answer my question." Guzma said, arms resting on his knees. "You gonna arrest me or do ya want me to help ya out?"
Nanu abruptly turned away as he let out a long suffering sigh. The red eyed cop simply didn't have the energy to deal with Guzma, let along his leaking cock that was refusing to leave him be.
"You're no fun." Guzma said, walking away a short distance.
Nanu heard the bed being pulled out from the wall, but otherwise didn't. Nanu heard Guzma saunter back over to his more or less prone form, but Nanu was not at all prepared for Guzma to scoop him up off the couch effortlessly, blanket and all. Nanu decided he simply didn't care that he was being moved, and merely let out a huff of breath and went limp. He was fast losing the will to care what was going on around him, and didn't respond to a finger tapping his shoulder.
"You didn't die, did ya?" Guzma questioned as he settled Nanu on the bed. The punk grinned at the irritable look Nanu gave him over the top of the blanket. "C'mon, I just wanna return the favor, is all. You don't get to play with yer boy here and not let me get a turn."
"I've already said it once before, but I highly doubt that you have ever given anyone head." Nanu said, his expression shuttering into indifference even as his hand clenched briefly around his cock.
Well...the punk was going to get an eyeful when he moved the blanket, but from the sound of it, Guzma was expecting it.
"I suppose you got off quick enough with a hand." Guzma said after he considered Nanu's words.
"I can deal with it myself." Nanu said as he rested his head against a pillow, going rigid as Guzma yanked the blanket off of him, even though he had fully expected it.
"...I see that you could do it yourself." Guzma retained eye contact after he had determined that Nanu's pants were down and the cop had a hand around his own cock. "Yer a dirty old man, about to get off in your station where you Meowth can see you." Guzma said with a grin.
"What does that make you, seeing as you came on one of my kitchen counters?" Nanu asked blandly.
"It's just sex, right? Wasn't that what ya said before?" Guzma asked with a shrug, before the punk joined Nanu on the bed. Guzma's hand rested over Nanu's own as the punk pressed his face against the Nanu's neck, lightly biting down against the skin. Guzma perked up over the way Nanu's hand twitched beneath his own. Guzma shooed Nanu's hand away and wrapped a hand around the older man's shaft, dragging his fingers along teasingly. "Already close, huh?"
Nanu settled back against the bed, letting out a slow breath as he did. Nanu wasn't able to hold in a choked sound of surprise over the way Guzma had sidled down along the bed to bite the inside of his thigh, as the punk gave his cock a gentle squeeze.
"Didn't know you liked getting' bit." Guzma commented with a smile. "Gonna have to leave some marks then."
Nanu attempted to hold still, and mostly succeeded, but he had trouble remaining silent the more Guzma explored his body. Nanu twitched when Guzma shimmed back up his body and mouthed the side of his neck, growling against skin.
"You alive or what?" Guzma bit down, his laughter muffled as he felt Nanu suddenly go limp. "Damn, yer quiet." Guzma said, as he let go of Nanu's spent cock. "Thought you woulda been yowling like a cat in heat."
Nanu let out what might have been a laugh, but it could just have well been a cough.
"You know…" Guzma glanced down at his hand that had cum on it. "For an old man, you sure had more cum outta ya than I thought."
"You have horrid pillow talk." Nanu cracked an eye open and put a hand over Guzma's when the punk tried to maneuver his shirt up and off. "Leave it be. I really do need to get some rest now."
"Yer no fun to play with if ya just go to sleep after only a hand on your dick." Guzma pulled Nanu's hand away from the red shirt and tugged it up himself to a little to expose the cop's stomach. "You sure are a skinny guy, but still pretty fit for an old man. Hoisting me around like ya did earlier."
Nanu rested his hand over Guzma's again, in an obvious attempt to prevent him from pulling the shirt up further. It was an inconvenient time to experience some form of self-consciousness. Or maybe the red eyed cop just hadn't expected for this to have happened when it did. It had been a long time since Nanu had had a partner of any kind in bed.
It was unfamiliar territory for the both of them.
Nanu watched as Guzma seemed to give something a quick thought before he scooted back. The punk removed his jacket, followed by his shirt, after taking the over-sized sunglasses off his head. Guzma tossed both articles of clothing carelessly off the side of the bed and stared at Nanu. The red eyed officer knew that he had done poor job at hiding his interest, as his gaze swept over Guzma's exposed torso.
"Like what ya see, cop?"
Nanu said nothing as he quietly looked Guzma over. The punk wasn't as fit as Nanu had expected him to be with his general stature, bit perhaps the baggy clothes the punk tended to wear helped with the illusion that Guzma worked out a lot and was muscular. While Guzma was in good shape, he just didn't have as defined muscles as Nanu assumed he might. There was even a trace of belly fat.
"Well?"
Nanu picked up on what Guzma was doing, and met the punk's eyes quietly. Nanu knew that Guzma wasn't good with words, choosing to be confrontational most of the time. But right now, it seemed as though the punk was letting Nanu know that he didn't give a shit whether or not the older cop was as muscular and in shape as he used to be in the past. Nanu dropped his gaze to stare at Guzma's bare torso, before he sighed and began to remove his red shirt.
"Too slow." Guzma said, as he reached out to assist. At least the younger punk remembered that Nanu's back was still tender from being thrown against a rocky wall, and avoided bothering the bandages still there.
Nanu held still as Guzma worked the shirt off the rest of the way impatiently. When it was gone, the cop lie back down, raising a dark brow over the sight of Guzma tossing the shirt off the bed.
Guzma turned back and stared at the cord that hung around Nanu's neck.
Nanu held perfectly still as Guzma rested half over him, reaching out to take the Darkinium Z in hand. The punk played with it briefly before Guzma gave the cord it was on a tug, which pressed lightly into Nanu's neck.
"You sure do wear this a lot." Guzma gave the cord another tug. "Ever take it off?"
"I will, at times." Nanu said, a little distracted over the way he was skin to skin with another person. "I usually do not bother. It really isn't in the way, and it is waterproof, so showers won't damage it."
"Too much work to remove it?" Guzma snorted in return, as he let go of the Darkinium Z. "Figures that would be somethin' you'd say."
"I'm going to go to sleep now." Nanu said, lying down on his side, facing away from the punk.
Guzma retaliated by turning Nanu back over toward him, and plastering himself to the cop's chest with a grin, the top of his head beneath Nanu's chin as he made himself comfortable.
Nanu felt breath spill against his neck and closed his eyes as Guzma snuggled in close, an arm draping over the officer's waist to hold him loosely closer.
"I really should go and-"
"Shut yer trap and rest if you're gonna rest, cop." Guzma said as his arm tightened around Nanu's waist, as if thinking that he might try to slip away. "No point in goin' anywhere if the others haven't learned any new info. They haven't given ya a call yet?"
"No." Nanu said.
"Then get some rest so ya don't fall over when you get back out to go track those Ultra Beasts down."
Nanu found that he was able to doze off, despite Guzma pressing his face into the side of his neck, and drooling on his skin a little.
Surprisingly, there were no calls between the two of them falling asleep, and later waking up.