I am soooooooo sorry for the delay. I got caught up in school and cosplay stuff inbetween. I'll update sooner next time, if I am late again feel free to hit me :D I'm always happy about feedback, so... do it. Please. :3
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Just one minute of rest, Augustine thought when he laid his head on the desk, closing his eyes wishing that the horrible headache would stop. He had been working on his project for hours now but he couldn't bring himself to lay down the pencil and get a few hours of sleep. He wearily opened his eyes to look at the clock between towers of documents and papers in front of him: 7.49 p.m.
"Maybe it would be a good idea to go for a walk", he mumbled to himself when he lifted his head just to regret said action immediatly as an excruciating pain shot trough his skull. A glass of water would fix it, he decided while he stumbled towards the kitchen.
The view from the window in the left corner of the room showed the long Hibernal Avenue ending in the Centrico Plaza. The windows of the Prism Tower were illuminated and light slid through the streets and nearly bald trees.
Augustine liked his litte apartment in Luminos City. Needless to say that he had rent something as far away as possible from his laboratory on the South Boulevard. Two rooms, he didn't need much more due to bis work that based mostly on travelling or crashing om the couch in the laborarory It was unusual for him to stay more than a couple of days in the central city of Kalos but as fate would have it, it has been a month that the man stayed in the privacy of his room.
He took a glass from the shelf, filled it with water and dropped a painkiller into the clear liquid, he drownedit at once and shuddered. It was disgusting. Augustine's gaze met the familiar white packaging, there were only two pills left in the blister pack. He sighed loudly and itched his sleeves. It had been three weeks since the professsor got back to his work and it was literaly killing him. And the reason why he interrupted his leave in the first place made him find no sleep in the night. All just because of...
He shook his head to get the thoughts out of his mind, grabbing a jacket and a scarf as he walked to the door, putting the keys into his pocket and he hurried down the stairs out of the building.
Cold air hit his still warm face and he hid his chin in the purple piece of cloth around his neck. Augustine didn't really have a plan where to go neither did he care. He had still too much on his mind, his headache, however, got a bit better. The man walked down the Avenue in front of him, not paying attention to his surroundings at all. Only a few people were out on the streets, most of them sat on chairs outside of the countless cafés and restaurants.
Augustine dragged himself through the only fadly lighted streets of Luminos City not caring about anything else than the little stones underneath his shoes which jumped over the street with every step he made. Nothing really caught his attention.
Nothing but one of this thousand of cafés to his left. The professor stood still, staring inside of the small antiquely designed shop and his palms became sweaty. In the far right corner his eyes caught a man and Augustine would be damned if he didn't recognize the orange hair and the tall figure.
Lysandre.
His throat became dry, his heart started to race while he stared through the window his eyes fixed on the man. He was drinking coffee from a long glass and reading some paper. Time seemed to stop for a moment in which Augustine didn't know what to do. He just stood there staring at the man inside of the café.
Suddenly Lysandre turned his head and looked right back at the professor. Augustine's eyes widened and he was sure that he looked absolutely ridiculous, frozen by the gaze of the scientist who grinned at him. He waved, a sign that Augustine should join him. With a blush on his face the professor carefully moved his legs towars the entrace door. A little bell rang when he opened the it and the waitress behind the counter smiled at him.
Shyly Augustine walked over to Lysandre who resumed to read his documents. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest when he sat down in front of the scientist. A few moments passed by until Lysandre laid his papers aside, folded his hands and smiled at Augustine.
"Long time no see", was all he said before he took a sip of his still hot, steaming coffee. Augustine was in loss of words. Lysandre had ignored him since he abandoned him. disappointed and with the intention to never face him again. But he needed to say something, anything!
"Yeah... U-unfortunately, I mean-... hey." That was extremly akward, Augustine mentally slapped himself.
Lysandre smirked. "No need to be formal, Augustine. It's just an unexpected meeting, isn't it?" He laughed.
The professor sighed. "Yes, you are right. I'm sorry. It's just... We did not meet since-"
"You're right", Lysandre cut him off, placing one hand flat on the table. "Forget about this, will you?" He took another sip. "Do you want to drink something?"
Augustine shook his head, he wasn't in the mood. Forget about this? Forget about Lysandre breaking their friendship?
"Look, Lys, I don't quite understand..."
"First, let me apologize myself for my behaviour the last time", Lysandre said locking eyes with the younger man. A blush spread over Augustine's cheeks and the familiar burning in his chest appeared again. "I didn't meant to be that harsh. You know how stressful our work can be, I was under pressure to find some investors for the project and I just hoped for your support."
The professor felt guilt building up in his stomach. Why was he even so messed up? Lysandre didn't seem to be angry with him anymore. That man changed his mind faster than his clothes. Even if they tried to rebuild their friendship there will still be these odd life perspectives of the scientist.
"You told me all these things, about life and death and the world would be tired of people", Augustine said while he was fiddling with a napkin poking it on the small wodden table.
"Augustine, please."
"I-I just don't get you. I mean you literally said you would kill people to fullfill your plans. Are you kidding me?"
The older one rested his head in his palm and avoided the gaze of the other one. "You won't understand, Sycamore." Lysandre lifted his arms to get noticed by the waitress who was still standing by the entrace. "I know what you want to say and I am aware of your opinion on that topic, so let me make a suggestion: I'll pay for my drink and then we will call it a day. I'll walk with you for a little and we just chat a bit. You have to tell me about your recent projects."
The blond girl in a dark dress took Lysandre's money including a generous tip and smiled brightly when she cleaned up the table while the men left the café.
It had gotten even colder outside, nearly all lights in the apartments above the shops were turned out and Augustine regret his choice of a short jacket. They were the only people walking the street, heading the professor's home.
"So, Sycamore, what are you working on? I heard something about breeding thechniques?"
"Yeah, actually it's going quite well but there is a lot of paper work to be done by mischance." At the thought of his work Augustine felt the urge to yell and complain about his assistants getting really nothing done in a satisfying way.
"You do not look so good", the taller one added, seemimg a bit worried. "The rings under your eyes are enormious. I assume you cannot sleep very well, am I right?"
The professor chuckled. "I can't even remember the last time I slept proprely. This job is harder than I thought when I dreamed of being a Pokémon professor when I was a child. But I guess that applies to both of us." He looked up to his former partner who failed to his smile.
"That's true, nobody told us about the pitfalls which were waiting for us."
Augustine now smirked as well, his mood finally getting better when they reached the five-storey house.
"Do you mind an inventation for a cup of tea?", he asked after turning the key in the lock of the high, metally decorated front door.
"I thought work is more important these days or at least you sounded like that", Lysandre stated, the sarcasm in his voice was obvious.
"Work can wait."
The moment they entered the entrane hall Augustine felt his knees go weak at the knees. From where did he take the self-confidence to ask Lysandre to come to his place? The younger one licked his dry lips and tried to hide his shaking hands in the pockets of the jacket. Why was he nervous? It's not like he invited the scientist over for sex or something like that.
...but what if Lysandre thought exactly that?!
When they reached the second floor and Augustine's door his heart was beating out of control and he needed some time to hit the key lock. Right in the moment he opened the door it hit him. He had left his place in utter chaos.
"I-It's not very tidy in here, please don't mind my mess." Augustine failed to cover his nervousness with a laugh.
"It is okay, I don't mind." Lysandre placed his jacket on a chair in the kitchen right in the moment they had entered the room. Augustine followed him suit and opened a drawer where he stored his tea.
"What would you like to drink? Black, green...?"
He felt a body being pressed to his back and the drawer was closed by the man behind him. Augustine could feel the warmth of Lysandre's body on his back, a scent of dark coffee hitting his face. The professor's cheeks were brightly red and his hands hold on the furniture. His mind blurred though he was a bit afraid of the situation he assumed to be in. Is he serious?
"Augustine...", Lysandre mumbled next to his ear sending shiver down the other's spine. The taller one shifted his pelvis towards the other one's until Augustine's crotch hit the drawer. The cool material felt strange on his growing bulge.
"W-what are you-...?"
"Hush", was all he heard before the man behind him shoved his big hands over Augustine's stomach and chest, making him throw his head back. He felt a tongue carefully caressing his ear, one hand slowly opened his shirt, the other one holding him tight.
"L-Lys..!", Augustine nearly moaned. A hand slid under his shirt touching the bare skin beneath. The younger man's supported himself on the other one, he did not trust his legs which felt like jelly anymore. This was so wrong on so many levels. What did they do here? On the other hand, Augustine actually did not care anymore why this was happening, he was dizzy from what Lysandre did to him. The longing to be touched by this man was greater than any other wish the professor had.
Suddenly Lysandre turned the young man around to face him. Augustine could see lust pooling in the blue eyes above him, only seconds went by until they closed the distance between their lips. Hot and passionated from the beginning, they moved their mouths against each other hungryly, tongues flicking, slightly brushing the other. A moan escaped from the smaller one's throat, Lysandre had placed a hand on Augustine's ass and grounded their erections together. Lysandre growled against the professor's mouth, breaking their kiss as they were in need of air.
"Bedroom... Now", the scientist whispered huskily, his lips ghosted over Augustine's neck. He nodded in approval and freed himself from the grip on his hips. He took Lysandre by his hand and guided him to the room opposed, opening the door and sat down on the bed.
"J-Just one second", Augustine said when Lysandre had closed the door. "What are we...doing here?"
"It's what you want, don't you?", the taller one asked, leaned down to take Augustine's face into his hands and gave him a surprisingly gentle kiss. The professor blushed in response, still having a confused look on his face.
"Be honest, you are enjoying this", Lysandre continued as he opened the last button of the other's shirt and slid it over his shoulders. He kissed Augustine's collarbone and his neck, and the younger man had no choice but to give in.
"I am", he answered in a little moan, relaxing his tensed up musceles. He took off Lysandre's jacket, leaning closer to feel their bare skin against each other. The man above pressed him down on the matress, spreading Augustine's legs as he started to lick his abdomen, paying attention to every little bit of skin.
Augustine closed his eyes, impatiently waiting for Lysandre to go lower. Just to imagine these things made the younger man whine in anticipation. He didn't know why he was so greedy for this man, in such a need, but everything Lysandre was doing to him made tones of stress fall of his heart and head. Everything became light and warm, his body heated up under all the gentle but forceful strokes of the scientist.
Lysandre's mouth finally reached his trousers, he opened the zipper while he watched Augustine carefully. The look of the panting man underneath him made the scientist want to yank his pants down and fuck him senseless. How long had he been craving for this man, to feel him, to kiss him.
Augustine gasped when his bulge was brushed by a hand, or was it his mouth? However the other didn't stop his administration and finally undid his boxer to relieve his hard-on. Augustine's hand graped into the sheets as he watched Lysandre kissing the inside of his legs.
"Lysa-...", he panted even if they had not started yet. The professor waited hungryly for the scientist to start, to touch his throbbing member and to drive him crazy.
Suddenly he felt a warmth wrapped around his tip and he moaned loudly in relief as he watched Lysandre taking him into his mouth. He groaned when the first wave of pleasure hit him, Lysandre carefully sliding his tongue over him.
"Y-You don't need to do that", Augustine managed to say when the other was taking more and more of him into the hot wetness of his mouth. Lysandre answered with a hard suck on his cock which made the man underneath throw his head into the pillow, biting his lip to hold in a loud moan. He couldn't believe that Lysandre wanted that as much as he did.
A hand slid into the orange hair , then the second one, pushing the man down until Augustine's lenght hid the back of his throat. Augustine felt him gag a little before he managed to swallow him down. The younger one couldn't control himself anymore pulling on the other's hair until he was fully inside. He watched Lysandre going up and down with his head and a familiar warmth started to build up in his stomach.
"Ly-lys, I... I'm gonna..!", Augustine tryed to warn, slamming his head back again. But Lysandre freed him, having other plans.
"Not yet, honey", he whispered, pushed Augustine's legs up and apart. He brought two fingers to the other's mouth and pressed them trough his lips.
"I know it's not good but it will have to do it tonight."
Augustine began to suck on the big fingers in his mouth, coated them with his salvia. tonight he thought, does this mean there will be more strange, hot, crazy, emotionally driven nights like this? He had no time to overthink this as Lysandre took his fingers out of his mourth and stimulated his entrance with little circles.
"It will hurt, tell me when it's too much okay?" Lysandre asked while watching the young professor carefully for any sign of discomfort.
"You... you care about me?", Augustine asked in disbelief, feeling strangely attached to the touch on his backside.
"Of course I do, idiot", he smirked and moved forward to pass the muscles.
Augustine reached out to grab his chinn. "Wait a moment", he whispered and pulled him closer, kissing him sweetly. Lysandre returned the kiss and resumed his administration. Augustine panted into the kiss, pain mixed with pleasure waved through his body. Adding another finger Lysandre felt the other tense up. Augustine managed to smile to ensure that he was okay before Lysandre went on.
The proffesor's hands went up and down on the muscular body overneath him, sliding his hands down to pull down the boxer's Lysandre were still wearing.
"Think I cannot stand it any longer", the taller one panted against red kiss-swollen lips.
"You don't need to", Augustine whispered as he touched the larger prick and earned a deep growl.
Finger's were replaced by his dick in front of his entrance and he slowly pushed in, Augustine pressed his hands onto his shoulders feeling weird and excited at the same time.
Lysandre let him adjust to his size a few moments before he slowly thrusted into the younger man. Both of them started to sweat, panting hard, kissing each other sloppy, breaks to moan and to demand more, pleasure overwhelming them.
"Ah... Lys! Faster!", Augustine nearly screamed, hands on Lysandre's back scratching him. He met his hips, the rythm going faster, more moans, more screamed names.
Augustine cryed out when his prostate was hit, his mind went blank. It only took Lysandre's big hand on his cock to make him go crazy and spurt his cum over both of their stomachs.
The penetration of Augustine's muscles brought Lysandre over the edge, filling the man inside. He moaned, slowly pulling out of him and falling aside.
Moments of silence and catching breath went by until Augustine decided to crawl over and put his head on Lysandre's chest.
"Do...we... I mean..." Great Augustine, akward again.
"Everything is okay", Lysandre said, kissing the smaller man on the forehead and hugging him.
"Everything is fine..."