LOOK WHO'S BACK, BABY!
The story takes quite an interesting turn after this one, so prepare yourselves!
At last they left the caves, finding that the sun was already setting. Deciding that it would be best to camp out rather than burst in on Alder at this late hour, Black and N set up their tent for the night. They ate dinner quietly, both lost in their own thoughts, but the silence was peaceful.
As they laid down together, N taking his usual place nestled against Black's chest, the younger of the two spoke up, his mind not yet calm enough to sleep.
"There's something I've been wondering about for a long time, now."
N was also wide awake. "What is it?"
"What would you have done if you had won the battle back then? Making another world for pokemon... would you have lived there with them?"
Black felt N's fingers curl in his shirt. "No.. I am human. It is all I can ever be, no matter how much power Reshiram can give me. I could only stay in this world, as Team Plasma's king."
Having suspected that sad outcome, Black felt his admiration for N's selflessness grow yet again. Stroking the other's soft hair, he pulled N a bit closer. "That's very brave of you. To give up all your friends, practically your family, for their sakes."
Black almost did not hear N's whisper. "I had hoped that you would ease my loneliness."
"What?"
N pressed his cheek into Black's shoulder, his voice carrying an emotion the other boy was not sure he could decipher. "I would have made you mine."
The younger boy furrowed his brow at the strange comment, still unsure of whether or not he heard correctly. The sexual connotation of it was... slightly disturbing, if not puzzling. When N looked up and saw Black's expression mixed with his silence, he elaborated.
"If I were king, downtime would be very precious to me, and... the thought of spending it alone, especially since my pokemon friends would be gone, seemed scary to me. You seemed so nice... I thought you'd make a good playmate."
Black's face noticeably relaxed once he realized the context. He could never be sure with N, really; his knowledge base was vast, but his ability to pick up social cues and colloquials was lacking. There was almost a loss of translation between the two, having to constantly explain things to one another.
"Well, N," Black replied, now smiling slightly, "I'm flattered you would find me suitable for such things. But it's a good thing that you didn't become king, because if you didn't know already, I'm not very good at playing!"
N giggled. "But we would have had the rest of our lives for you to get better at it with me. ...And we still do, even with things the way they are, right?"
"I'm willing to keep trying, if it makes you so happy."
Nodding, N's eyes grew distant and thoughtful again as he reached up to run his fingers through Black's hair affectionately. "I do wish it could be more like that, though. Where it's just the two of us. I want to be the only person in your life, Black."
The brunette bit his lip, but tried not to let his concern show too much. "It'll get easier, being around other people. You'll make friends, friends we can share, and you'll see that it's ok. Just because you're not the only person in my life doesn't mean you're any less important than y-"
Black stopped midsentence when he felt two hands grab the front of his shirt and roll him over on top of the other's body. He opened his mouth to speak, but lips crashed almost violently against his own, nipping and pursing as if after his very breath. He was too startled to even remember to reciprocate.
N moaned and wrapped his legs around Black's waist, urgently pressing a growing arousal into the boy's hip. He whined when Black pulled away and pressed his shoulders back into the sleeping bag, keeping him there.
"Wh-what..." Black panted, unable to string words together. Furthering his bewilderment, N looked let down.
"You don't want me?"
"I... that's not..." Leaning down to rest his forehead against N's, Black sighed heavily. "You've been acting strange lately. Are you sure you're not trying to avoid something?"
"Avoid?" N lazily moved his hands up into Black's shirt and began tracing patterns on his skin.
Shivering at the touch, Black tried to concentrate. "I don't know, you just... you're very eager to do these things lately."
"Is that wrong?"
"Well... no... I'm just worried. This is what you want, right? You're not just trying to please me or something?"
N gazed at him for a while, his expression unreadable. At long last he smiled and pulled Black down into a tender embrace. "I can't get enough of your kindness," he admitted quietly. "Your touch, your love... I want it. Now that I know what it feels like to be someone who is loved, I... I crave this feeling, Black."
Black sighed with relief; the last thing he wanted was for N to feel obligated to anything. He smiled at the green-haired boy, and that must have been taken as a sign of consent. Black suddenly felt his shirt grabbed and yanked over his head as N rolled on top of him and straddled his waist. The smaller boy was taken slightly off guard, but complied. After quickly removing his own top, the older one tossed both of their garments to the side and returned to his place against Black's lips.
Sighing into N's mouth, Black let his hands wander the other's soft skin before curling into long, green tresses. Usually N was sensitive about how his hair was handled, but now he moaned heatedly and pressed closer, grinding his hips down against Black's.
Coming up for air, N shifted his teeth and tongue's attention to his lover's neck, sucking and nibbling and making Black arch up with a pleased gasp. Untangling the other's hands from his hair, N guided them down to his pants, but pushed the clothing off his hips himself before Black could even think to help, only able to feel the action beneath his palms.
As N's erection was freed, Black's hand quickly went to work. He jerked him slowly and with finesse, twisting his wrist as he ran his palm down his lover's cock. N's pleasured moan came out as a whine as he felt skin grace over the sensitive ridge of his shaft. He began thrusting into Black's hand unconsciously.
"Mmm... Black..." he cried as his face flushed. "I need you inside me... now...!"
Groaning as N's fevered voice sent raw need coursing through him, Black grabbed the other's hips and tried to position them accurately. Just as his addled mind realized that they had done nothing to prepare, he pushed N down onto himself.
The green-haired boy did not seem to mind much at all, though, his head tossing back with a loud gasp, and eagerly he aided Black in going farther in.
"N, are you o-" Black's concern was lost in his slight terror as he watched N move quickly, his moans loud and heavy in what sounded like both pain and pleasure. The younger boy was unable to concentrate on the sensation now; the strange expression on the other's face was too alarming.
When Black noticed he was crying, he had to protest.
"N, stop! What are you-"
"Shut up!" the green-haired boy interrupted, glaring down through a sheen of unfallen tears. His hands that rested upon Black's shoulders were now curling, dragging nails sharply against flesh and breaking the skin.
"That hurts, N! Stop!" But his shouts fell on deaf ears as N continued bouncing on top of him, staring straight into the other's eyes with a pained, yet somehow angry, grimace.
"It doesn't matter if it hurts!" he cried. "This is the only way to show that we love each other!"
"What?" Black stared up at his lover in dismay. He opened his mouth to protest that insane logic, but N leaned down and kissed him with the same frantic passion. Black felt tears drip onto his cheeks and lifted his hands up to N's face, torn between pushing him away so they could stop and talk this through, and just trying to comfort him.
Pain once more overtook his shoulder as N's nails embedded into them. Black tried to bear it and flash a smile to assure him things were alright, but the older boy's eyes were now glued shut in a wince. One more jolt of pain and then trembling from the other's limbs. N was getting tired.
The green haired boy suddenly stopped, and Black felt a heavy weight on his chest. N was panting quickly, eyes now half-lidded as he struggled for breath. Before the younger could wrap his hands around him in comfort, N pushed himself off his chest and rolled onto his side. His sniffles filled the tent as he struggled to regulate his breathing.
"N, what's wrong?" Black pleaded, still dumbfounded by the entire situation. It had begun so suddenly, and then...
"Leave me alone," came his response, sounding like it was laced with anger much more than sorrow. Black reached out his arm.
"N, I want to-"
"Don't touch me!" The brunette quickly pulled back as if he had touched a hot surface. This would never do.
Sighing, Black turned over onto his side in the direction opposite of N. This whole night was a blur of confusing emotions, and it made him question their relationship once more. What Cheren had said earlier rang in his mind as he tried to keep his composure. Struggling, the boy shut his eyes in a meager attempt at falling asleep.
Can someone as mild-mannered as you really be able to control someone as recklessly passionate as him?