(More warnings! Okay, since I already said I'd write the Gym battle in this chapter, I was debating a Morgan/Tristan smut scene. But then I decided I couldn't cram both into one chapter. And I had a REALLY good idea afterwards.
So, there's very little actual sex in this chapter. But there's a ton of descriptions of sex toys, so I advise you to skip it if it irks you. And Hello Kitty is seriously getting into every thing. Those two toys EXIST, by the way. What next, people!? Hello Kitty caskets!? /Which, I'm sad to say, I'd TOTALLY buy./
Okay. The twins are only about...a week old, let's say? By the by, they are about at the level of a five or six month old, because Pokemon grow a lot faster than humans.
Basically, by the time they're two, they'll look like they're five. So they're a bit more...not so new-born-ish. Just for the record.
Yeah, that's really about it. I don't own. This is a long chapter, by the way. Be prepared. And the lyrics-ish thing that Grimwald sings is this awesomely awesome song called Shake It, by Metro Station.
You don't really know just how much I love that song. Really.)
Roger huffed in annoyance, as he left Fuschia, his newly-evolved Lucario trailing behind him. He tilted his head back, and observed the sky.
"Ru," He said, calling for the Lucario, "I need to know if Livvy is here." Rukario nodded, and closed his eyes, swinging his head back and forth.
"I sense nothing. Is this a problem?" The Aura Pokemon asked hesitantly. Roger stuffed his hands in his pockets, as the skirt rippled around his legs.
"Yeah." He called out Lissery, and adjusted his wig. "We're going to Saffron." Rukario sighed, and followed his master, who was already getting on his bike for Saffron City.
Somewhere near Roger, Yellow, Lance, Gold, Silver, and Crystal were speaking to a group of rejects.
Some were dark-skinned, others, struck with obvious medical and mental disorders; some couldn't even hold their misshapen heads up for more than a few moments. Others were anxiously holding the hands of their same-sex lovers, looking worried. Some with fine-boned masculine faces adjusted their skirts, and smoked their cigarettes.
"Listen to me! Listen!" Yellow called, Pika on her shoulder.
She'd changed in the last few days. The part of her that had believed in humanity was shrinking, but the part of her that believed in anarchy, however, had not. She'd grown taller, too; now, she stood at almost five foot eight.
Lance smiled quietly behind her. The audience sat, as the air hung pregnant with unrest.
"They do not listen to us! We kill, we kill in small numbers; a politician here or there, or maybe a Gym Leader every so often, but never, never have we done something like this! We cannot expect the world to turn itself to rubble by itself!" Yellow's eyes blazed.
"AND WE WANT RUBBLE! We want ashes, so we may blow them away and begin anew!" Everyone merely stared.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO THE ROSES!?" Yellow screamed, as some began yelling in agreement.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR LOVERS?! OUR FATHERS, OUR MOTHERS, OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS!? THEY DIED FOR THIS CAUSE! DO WE NOT OWE THEM OUR LIVES AS WELL?! DO YOU BRING YOUR GUNS? DO YOU BRING YOUR GUTS?" Yellow's eyes shone with the righteous insanity common in all the heroes' eyes.
"THEN FOLLOW ME TO THE GATES OF HELL, AND FROM THERE, WE'LL ONLY DRIVE FORWARD!" There was quiet for a moment.
Then, and they never found out who, someone threw a rose.
With that settled, they surged forward, eager to begin the riots. And they knew exactly where they'd start.
Right here in Fuchsia.
"GOD DAMN IT, SHUT THE LITTLE FUCKERS UP!" Morgan roared, storming into the specially-built nursery.
Tristan, who was holding a squalling, week-old Damien, glared at his lover.
"Oh, behave. Don't call them fuckers, Morgan, or I'll kick you." Morgan snarled at Tristan, who just nodded in Seamus' direction.
"I don't see why I, the Champion of Kanto, have to feed two babies. I mean, don't we have the money for a nanny?" Morgan grumbled.
"Sir, we spent all the extra money on bribing the press, keeping witnesses quiet, and PR-ing the hell out of your daughter's little escapade. No, we do not have money. Shut the hell up, and feed the kid, for chrissakes." Morgan, in a very childish move, stuck his tongue out at Tristan.
Seamus giggled, and clapped her hands together. "Baababaadadaa..." Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Is this some sort of baby-speak? Do...do they communicate at this age?" Tristan rolled his eyes.
"Did you just hand Roger off to a nanny or something until he was toilet-trained?"
"...Yes."
Tristan rolled his eyes again, rocking Damien. Sometimes, he worried that he'd exhaust his poor retinas from rolling his eyes so much.
Morgan, who had taken Seamus, sighed, and snuggled next to Tristan.
"I wanna get laid." He grumbled. Tristan raised an eyebrow.
"So you expect me to put out?" Morgan shrugged. Tristan glared.
"I'm tired a lot, okay? Do YOU want to get up in the middle of the night with these kids?" Morgan glared at Seamus, but Tristan noted the hint of amusement in his voice and eyes.
"You, little pup, are responsible for many horrible things, at such a young age." He said, throwing Seamus up in the air, as she giggled happily. "You've taken my boyfriend from me, you've ruined about five of my suits with your spit, and to top it all off, you reek. You're not very nice." He chided the small baby, who waved her arms at him.
Tristan turned his head away to hide his smile.
"Hey, Morgan?" He said, as Morgan put her back in the bassinet. He turned around, as Tristan put down Damien.
Tristan merely shoved something in his hand, and then walked away.
Morgan held it up, and raised an eyebrow.
"My room; ten minutes." Morgan shrugged, and then grinned evilly.
"Oho! So this is how it'll begin, hmmm?" He shoved the note in his pocket, and kissed the twins' heads before heading out of the room quickly but silently, already planning many horrible things to do to his annoying little pet.
Ten minutes later, a predatory Morgan Kent stood outside Tristan's door. He ran his fingers through his hair, and noted the front was reaching his earlobes. "I should probably trim it a bit," He muttered, "Though to be frank, Tristan's is longer than mine..."
He opened the door expectantly—
There was no one there. There were a set of handcuffs on the bed, however, Morgan noted with amusement.
Wouldn't tonight's activities be fun.
"Come on out, Tris-Tris," He said, making up a pet name on the spot. There was only silence.
Sighing, Morgan yanked his shirt off, and went over to sit on the bed. Before he lay down, he saw a flash of white. "A note?" He muttered, picking it up, and unfolding it.
"Morgan,
Look behind you.
–Tristan."
"Well, that's stupid. I mean, why would I look behind me?" Morgan muttered. He got on the bed, and rolled his eyes. A minute passed.
/Jesus fucking Christ, would you just look behind you already? You're killing the moment./ Tristan grumped mentally.
A second later, Morgan turned around—and was immediately tackled, and shoved back on the bed. He panicked, and almost screamed, except a pair of lips now covered his own.
He struggled for a moment, but in his struggles, he didn't notice the handcuffs closing shut—which was exactly how Tristan had planned it.
"TRISTAN!" He roared, the second Tristan pulled away. "HELP!" Tristan rolled his eyes.
"Sir, it's me, you moron." He grumbled, flicking on the light. Morgan stared up at him for a long, long minute.
"...I swear to god I'm going to tear your ass apart next time." He grumbled. Tristan huffed.
"That's nice. But right now, I'm calling the shots."
'Calling the shots' apparently meant tying down Morgan's legs as well.
And the collar.
And let's not forget the weird chest-strap...thing.
"What the fuck do you have all this for?" Morgan demanded, now effectively strapped and chained and tied to the bed. Tristan shrugged.
"It's amazing, the shit you find on the black market. I actually found a diamond-encrusted dildo." He said, rummaging around in the box for a moment, before pulling out said toy.
"Jesus Christ."
"I know!" Tristan chirped.
"...Are you fucking telling me that instead of a nanny, we spent our backup money on goddamn DIAMOND-ENCRUSTED DILDOS and BONDAGE shit!? Are you serious?!" Morgan said, finally getting to the heart of the matter.
"Oooh, and cock rings. And a Hello Kitty vibrator."
"...Are you fucking serious about that last one?" Morgan said, almost laughing as a defense to the madness.
In response, Tristan held up a hot pink vibrator, with a tiny Hello Kitty shaped head on the top.
"Holy fucking shit. I mean, I know there's that rabbit-head thing, but...god damn, do they...oh my god, a HK cock ring too?!" Tristan nodded, now holding that up as well.
"...How much money did you actually spend?" Morgan asked. Tristan cocked his head to the side, as he climbed up on Morgan, straddling him.
"Uh...can we just say diamond encrusted dildos don't come cheap, and leave it at that?"
"...I will fucking kill you. I'm serious."
"Oh yeah, and the mahogany paddle. And the suede leather crop."
"You're fucking twisted." Morgan muttered.
"Yes, I am. And in about two seconds, you'll appreciate that." Tristan said, before smashing his lips into Morgan's, and viciously ravishing his mouth until his lips were bruised and mottled.
Tristan began sucking on his neck.
"Mine." He muttered, biting the small dip in between his shoulders and neck.
"Mine." He purred, sucking on Morgan's earlobe until he was assured there would be a bruise, further marking Morgan as his.
"Mine." He said, biting down on his neck, as Morgan hissed quietly.
"Tris..." He moaned softly, as Tristan grinned down at him.
/I did tell you I wasn't going to put out just yet, sir.../ He said mentally, already knowing how this would end.
He trailed his tongue slowly down Morgan's stomach, until his tongue found the tip of Morgan's throbbing member.
"You want this, don't you?" Tristan grinned, flicking the tip gently.
His only response was, "Shut up and fuck me already, I'm getting impatient."
Tristan took the tip in his mouth for an instant—before pulling away.
Morgan sputtered angrily as Tristan slipped off of him, and opened the door.
"Sorry, sir. I just don't feel like having sex right now."
He grabbed a set of keys, and the diamond-encrusted dildo, dropping them both near where Morgan could reach them with his hands.
"However...I leave you my box of toys."
With that, he departed.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH! I WILL FUCK YOU UNTIL YOU CAN'T MOVE AS SOON AS I GET OUT OF THESE GODDAMNED CHAINS, DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU BASTARD!?" Morgan screamed, as Tristan's laughter resonated throughout the hallway.
"Consider it payback for making me get up with the kids, and bribe the press!" He called back.
Morgan laid his head back, and tried to ignore his aching hardon.
Easier said then done.
Seconds later, he was fumbling with the keys.
Twenty minutes later, he lay panting in bed, already exercised in many new creative ways he could enact a long, slow, torturous pleasure on Tristan.
"Oh...you want war, do you?" Morgan muttered. "Then you've got war."
And so, the war of the sex...ing began.
I watched, as Melia selected a Pokeball off her belt, tossing it out.
"Go, Leafeon!" Jack noted the Eeveeloution with interest.
I nodded at Santi, who stepped out on the field.
"Razor Leaf!" The girl said, as Leafeon did so, sending whirling leaves at Santi.
"Burn them through with a Flamethrower!" I called. The redhead blinked.
"You have a Charmeleon? Why?! It's not legal!" She thought for a second. "Oooh. I get it. Is he your brother's?" I shook my head.
"No. He's mine. My dad's...my dad works with the League, and they made a special exception with me." She nodded, but I don't think she believed me.
"Imagine what'd happen if you told her that your dad was actually her boss." Grimwald said, flicking his tail. I nodded, laughing.
"Leafeon, Magical Leaf!" These struck Santi without fail. I grumbled in annoyance. "Okay...fine. Let's get serious! Fire Fang!" Santi bit the Leafeon on the neck, and as she collapsed, Melia recalled her.
"Fine, you win that one. But this one won't be so easy! Go, Bellossom!" I raised an eyebrow at the tiny Flower Dancer Pokemon.
"...Okay...You know what, come back, Santi. Lev, you go." The Totodile, happy to be included, skipped out on the battlefield.
Apparently, Bellossom took this as a challenge.
She swung her flower-hips left, then right.
Leviathan, going along with what he thought was a game, swung his body to the left, then jumped to the right.
I raised my eyebrow. What the hell...?
"DANCE OFF!" Grimwald cried.
Lev moved to the left, bobbing his head. Bellossom did some sort of bumping motion to the right, and then moved one hand in a circular motion.
"Now, Lev! If she does it like this, then you do it like that! Now if she touches like this, you touch her like that! And if she moves like this, you gotta move it like THAT! Shake shake, shake shake, a-shake it! Shake shake, shake shake a-shake it!" Grimwald coached, down from my shoulder and now doing his own dance, which involved demonstrating all the moves he was teaching Lev.
Watching the Pachirisu dance with his invisible partner wasn't nearly half as funny as when he picked up Jack, and began dancing with him; and Jack didn't look too happy.
I snickered in amusement. Turning back to the battle, however, saw that the Bellossom was now utterly serious. Bumping and grinding, she sent out a Solarbeam that almost hit Lev, but he ducked and kicked his legs up out of the way.
With a wiggle of her hips and a shake of her hand, the Bellossom sent out a Razor Leaf. Lev wove and shook his way through the leaves. Even Melia was laughing now.
"Ice Beam!" I called, as Leviathan did so, freezing her in her tracks. "Crunch!" I called, seeing another victory for me.
Surprising us all, Lev detached Bellossom from the ice—and began dancing a tango with her. As the two twirled around the room, Bellossom giggled, and kissed a blushing Lev on the cheek.
"She's pretty." Lev said to me. "Can we keep her?" I grinned, and shook my head. "No. But if you win, I'll buy you an ice cream!"
"YAAAAAY! ICE CREAM ICE CREAM ICE CREAM...CAKE!" He said, chomping down on Bellossom's head.
But I noticed that as she fainted, she was still gazing fondly at Lev. Perhaps she'd finally found a worthy dance partner.
As the riots marched through Cycling Road, some broke ahead, and began running for Celadon, leaving a blazing trail of gasoline and gunpowder in their wake.
Yellow, utterly lost in the chaos she'd created, held tight to Lance as the world burned around them.
Some burst into the forests surrounding Celadon, a spare group of trees. One could see the Gym next to them, in fact.
Someone lit a match.
It had been a particularly hot few weeks.
Soon enough, the entire forest was ablaze—and had begun to reach the Gym.
I looked up from the battle. "Do you smell smoke?" I asked. Meila shrugged. "No, I don't. C'mon! You ready for my last Pokemon, or are you scared? You go, Meganium!" She called.
The Meganium I'd seen earlier moved up to the field. He strutted out there, practically daring Santi to challenge him. I called for Santi again.
The Charmeleon stood there, looking for all the world like he owned the place; trying to put a move over on Meganium. I tried not to laugh. "Use Flamethrower!" I called.
"Meganium! Frenzy Plant!" Malia called. I winced. "SHIT! That's the most powerful Grass attack there IS, isn't it?" Grimwald said. I nodded.
"DODGE, SANTI!" I cried. The Charmeleon deftly leapt out of the way, only getting a scrape or two. Meganium was now paralyzed.
"Use Fire Blast! And quickly!" I called.
A five-plumed stream of fire spewed out of Santi's mouth, and struck Meganium.
However, about three other streams scattered, striking the Gym—which, apparently, wasn't fireproof.
As if the day couldn't get any worse, a tree that had fallen from the fires outside fell through the wall, effectively blocking our only way out, as fire fumed angrily from both inside and out.
I didn't move for a moment, frozen in fear.
And it wasn't until I heard Jack's wail that I heard anything at all.