Heads up to those who have been reading, there will be lemon, meaning, sex between two guys.
If you're not comfortable with it, you don't have to read, either skip it or read up to where it starts, then stop.
I'm not forcing you, so please don't complain about writing yaoi. It was even mentioned at the first chapter of what may occur, so you already been warned once. Just thought to give a reminder to those who might've forgotten, or simply missed it reading.
Other than that, enjoy.
Slowly things began to take shape, namely new faces appearing, apparently sent in to help with missions.
Of course, it happened shortly after Team Rocket suffered a severe blow, dozens of people and Pokémon killed. It wasn't some lab accident or an assault by Panthera or someone of her caliber.
No, it was a wild Pokémon, a powerful one.
A Mew was the cause…
Sebastian couldn't stop shaking at the news, having heard only a few survived when the Pokémon apparently committed suicide with a fatal Explosion.
Why would it even do that?
What purpose did it have ending its life like that?
Unable to get it out of his mind, the various scenarios, he often slept little and times he did, he was trapped in some nightmare.
He didn't want to repeat what he saw whenever he woke screaming or simply panting hard, the screams trapped in his throat.
By how hard his heartrate went, he was surprised he didn't have cardiac arrest right then and there.
He blamed Team Rocket for all this, that Mew probably had a nest nearby and they intruded. They could have polluted the area, making it seek retribution, seeking vengeance against them.
To think Beta and Omega, Mewtwo even were all cloned from the same species…
The thought horrified him, made his heart ache knowing they could easily have ended up like that, or worse, risked knowing that devastating move.
He was such a fool for not taking better precaution that time, thanking all the gods out there they were blessed with the moves they had now.
Joel heard what happened, unable to decide whether to pity the legend who threw its life away or the Rockets that were caught in the blast.
No matter how evil you are, to die like that? It was horrible, he didn't know which was worse; hearing about it, witnessing it, or surviving it.
It made him more sorrowful when he watched his lover suffer, knowing he was scared, having nightmares himself. He simply wished there was a way to wipe those horrid thoughts from their minds, Sebastian's especially.
While he struggled to hold an icy mask in front of others, once they were alone, those walls fell apart in seconds if not faster.
He was an emotional wreck; enduring various traumas from being used, raped, losing people he cared about. It was a miracle he didn't break sooner.
If only he had a Drowzee or Munna, then it might be possible, but he didn't.
Running a hand through his sand colored hair, he gave a defeated sigh, grateful his lover began to have fewer nightmares, but still shaken.
Deciding to get up, he knew he had to find something that'd help him, willing to spend money if he had to, to get a Pokémon that'd help.
Walking steadily down the halls, he passed various rooms, mostly storage for excess gear they couldn't fit down in the second basement.
Spotting a Rocket, he caught him before he could disappear around the corner, the other jumping in surprise before giving a strange look.
"Sorry if I scared you, I wanted to ask you something."
"What is it?" the uniformed male asked, cocking a brow, crossing his arms.
"I was wondering if you might know if we have any Pokémon, like Drowzee or Munna, even their evolved forms. I want to get my hands on one if I can."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, I've been having trouble sleeping at night and thought one could help me out. Plus I could study one to figure out some odd quirks they have, namely their dream eating habits."
"A lot of those are pretty tough to just hand out."
"I'll take whichever is considered useless; I'm not that picky about its strength, just its abilities."
"I'll take a look and see if there are any, but it isn't going to be free."
"I know, if you find one and there is no doubt of it being useful, I'll be sure to put money together or talk to Giovanni himself if need be."
"Alright then," the Rocket shrugged, heading off to check, "how do I find you?"
"I'm usually at my room, but I have others with me, and I don't want to risk disturbing them. So cafeteria would work, next week?"
"Sure."
Finalizing the time and such, they parted ways, the other heaving a sigh, finding not at all rattled with what he was doing.
In some ways he would be doing the Pokémon a huge favor if he bought it than risk it getting killed or experimented on. Plus, the only thing he lied about was him having trouble sleeping. He wasn't about to embarrass his lover, letting the entire place know he's having night terrors.
No, if anyone was going to get mocked about it, it'd rather be himself, sparing his lover from further humiliation.
Unable to suppress a smirk, he stopped by a vending machine to get something to drink before returning to the room and informing the other what he did.
"You did what?" Sebastian nearly stuttered.
"You've been having so many nightmares, and while they've tapered down some, they still appear. And it isn't just you; I've had them and who knows if the girls are having nightmares, ones they're not telling us."
"So you're buying a Pokémon to help?"
"I know it's probably stupid, but if we had a Drowzee or Munna, anything that eats dreams, it might help. If I had more money and knew where to look, I'd get us all Lunar Wings to wear instead."
"Joel…"
"I know I should have talked to you about it, but it just sort of came at the moment. And spotting that Rocket? It just seemed too good an opportunity to pass up."
"I'm not mad, you made good points…. We've all had nightmares, maybe even having some we're unaware of except in our sleep," Sebastian sighed as he leaned back in his chair.
For some reason, the idea was not only appealing, but relaxing, he only hoped whatever they get, whatever dreams they eat or see doesn't harm them.
He shut his eyes momentarily before opening them when feeling arms wrap around his shoulders.
Opening his eyes, looking up at the other, he gave a confused look, "Joel?"
"Sorry, just the idea of you suffering hurts. While nightmares can't physically hurt you, the emotional damage they cause…"
Pulling away, he stood up, silencing the other by kissing him deeply, the other hugging him tighter.
Nothing else needed to be said, the action enough to speak for both of them.
When they pulled away, the older man gave a soft smile, one he only shared with those closest to him.
"Despite everything that happened, there have been things in my life that are good, things I don't regret."
"Like what?" Joel asked in soft tease, burying his face into the other's shoulder.
"I met Thomas and he became the first person I could truly trust, basically becoming my best friend. If I hadn't met him, I wouldn't be here now; I'd be somewhere else doing gods-know-what. I wouldn't have joined the team and work on the girls' creation as well as raising them."
Almost playfully, he shoved the other onto the bed, having made sure he'd hit it and not the floor before climbing on top, straddling the waist.
"But what might be the best was meeting you. Not only did you become my friend, but my lover as well," he smiled as he kissed the other again. "All the good things that happened, they gave back my humanity and I'm forever thankful."
Tightening his hold over the older man, Joel pulled him closer, pressing his lips against the other, feeling hands beginning to roam.
He started to copy, hearing soft moans and gasps whenever a sensitive area was brushed or grabbed.
"Can't say I blame you," he smiled when they pulled apart for air.
"It'll be a few hours before they're due to come back…" Sebastian suddenly spoke up, making the other almost choke.
"Wait… Are-are you sure?" he asked, seeing a faint blush forming.
"I know sex isn't what makes a relationship but…but I want to know what it really feels like with someone I love. With someone who won't hurt me afterwards, who will continue loving me," he answered, feeling his face beginning to heat up. "This sounded so much better in my head…"
"I understand what you're getting at," Joel smiled as he rolled themselves, pinning the other down with little effort. "If you're absolutely sure…"
"I'm sure."
Feeling there was no need to question further; the younger man began to kiss him more passionately.
Slowly clothes were removed, both getting as far as losing their coats and shirts before Joel paused briefly.
The older man was about question before crying out in surprise when a mouth began teasing a nipple, the other one taunted by a free hand.
Everything was becoming a haze, lust filling him, wanting more as Joel switch sides to tease the other before trailing kisses back to his mouth.
One hand stroked his face as the other slowly began to descend further, grabbing his belt, fumbling to get it undone with one hand.
Partly wanting to speed things up, Sebastian gave what assistance he could to get them undone, wiggling his hips to force them downward. It would've been easier if Joel pulled away, but he was far more interested kissing than getting naked, something he couldn't help but love.
He didn't think he'd ever meet someone as patient as Joel, knowing it must've been partially frustrating.
The entire time they've been together, the furthest they went was a few heated make out sessions when alone. Yet they never went as far as they have how far they're going to go now.
Up until now, he was scared, not of sex or Joel hurting him, but of himself, that he might not be good enough, that his rape would return and ruin everything.
But he was feeling so good now, as if nothing could ruin their moment…
Another gasp escaped when the free roaming hand grasped him, slowly and gently stroke and pumping him, letting out small moans and whimpers.
He didn't think he could make such noises, but he wasn't going to complain, his lover made similar sounds if touched a certain way. And if anything, the noises they were both making were turning them on even more.
It's been so long since anyone touched him like this, even indulging himself, not since his crush on Fuji. It felt so good, feeling so close, blood rushing between his face and downwards, making him cry out when he finally came.
Panting hard, he watched as Joel gave almost a devilish smirk as he wiped his hand off before working on his own pants.
The sight alone made him hard again, feeling himself getting nervous as the other began to touch him again, but began stroking himself too.
Part of him thought the whole thing would be similar to times he had sex with Meiya, yet it wasn't. It was different, and he liked it, wanted more of it. It was becoming addictive, like a drug and he was willing to drown himself in it.
Glasses steaming from how hot he felt, he gazed hungrily at Joel as he felt himself getting close again.
"P-please," he begged, his mind spinning as he arched his back.
The way he was being touched, being kissed, it was driving him insane, his need taking its toll.
"Just wait a little longer," Joel reassured as he paused his ministrations to the other, seeing he was close to losing it.
A near whine escaped the older man, trying to buck his hips upward for more friction between them.
Joel kept him easily pinned with one hand as he easily fished through the drawer, pulling out a bottle of oil.
Getting enough on his hand, he capped it as he prepped his nearly squirming lover, unable to hide a smile on how cute he looked.
"It might hurt a little," he reassured as he faced the other, seeing his glasses were starting to fall.
He barely finished nodding before squeezing his eyes shut as a finger entered, not so much from the pain, but how strange it felt. He wasn't sure if it was hurting less due to the oil or something else, but he wasn't going to wonder too much. His body wanted to adjust, tempted between taking more or pushing away.
"Are you okay?" the other's voice echoed in the back of mind, making him pull out of his daze.
"Yes," Sebastian panted as he opened his eyes, taking note his glasses were gone.
He didn't have to look for them, knowing Joel must've taken them off for him while he adjusted. He felt his lover's hand rub his face, likely being when he removed them, wiping some of the sweat off, brushing hair out of his face.
When the finger began moving, it felt odd and hurt a little from the motion, more so when a second digit entered him. The pain slowly dissipated into blissful pleasure, making him moan and arch his back, wanting more.
"J-Joel!" he cried out, white flashing into his vision as his prostrate was struck, pleasure consuming him. "Right there!"
Heeding his words, Joel continued to stroke the spot, watching his face twisting into pleasure, face burning brightly as he threw his head back.
Leaning down, he began to trail kisses down the jawline and neck, sucking hungrily on the shoulder, leaving marks.
Sebastian might get embarrassed, maybe mad afterwards, but they weren't anywhere visible with how he dresses.
The younger man could feel hands running over, clawing at his back as he tried to have some restraint, but it kept crumbling away with each and every stroke.
"Gods, I'm close," he panted, the fingers not once stopping, unsure whether to beg for him to continue or stop before he came.
Without having to read his mind or ask, Joel smirked as he pulled the fingers out, hearing a mewling sound of displeasure.
Grabbing the oil again, opening it to coat himself, trembling hands grabbed him, nearly making him drop the bottle.
"Let me," Sebastian offered as he pried the bottle away.
With shaky hands, he began to coat his palm with it, seeing just enough to get a plentiful amount before taking hold of the other's member.
It felt so hot, swearing he could feel it pulsating, the blood rushing through, not sure if he was really feeling it or simply imagining it.
Maybe it's both? His body becoming so hyper sensitive it wanted to feel everything going on around him?
Joel let out a noise, almost a purr a deep purr, obviously enjoying the treatment, eyes fluttering shut.
"So good," he groaned, not wanting this to stop.
It felt so much better than his own calloused hands, or any past lover's he's had in the past. No, not lovers, they were past flings with old high school and college crushes, brief and mindless sex.
With Sebastian though, it was different, he was different. He was the very definition of a lover, the thought making him smile.
Pulling himself out of the fog of his mind, he grabbed the hand stroking him, pushing him to his limits.
"This is going to hurt a lot at first," he warned, seeing some concern, "but I'll move as slow as you want. We'll go as slow as you want, as you feel ready."
"Joel…" the other whispered, his body threatening to tense up.
"You need to relax," the younger man spoke softly, trying to calm the other down, knowing if he's tense when he enters, it'll hurt worse.
"I-I know," Sebastian stuttered softly, taking a deep breath as he got himself to relax, the muscles loosening.
Second he gave confirmation, he cried out in pain as the other pushed in, stopping halfway when seeing his face scrunching up, the muscles tightening.
"Shh, shh…it's okay, Shi, it's okay," Joel comforted, petting his lover's hair.
Tears pricked his eyes, fighting them back, trying to ignore how much it burned, the muscles stretched farther than previously.
He was sure skin must've torn, probably bleeding, no, he shouldn't think that, or it'll just get him more stressed, even tenser than he already is. He has to calm down, not just for himself, but for Joel as well.
"Move," he nearly ordered, wanting motion, calming himself down.
Joel was right, it would hurt and it did, but once he began to move, keeping it slow and steady, the pain began to dissipate, replaced with pleasure.
A loud moan came out, arching his back, legs wrapping around the other's waist as the spot was brushed again.
"There!" he cried out, clawing at the sheets as he felt his vision blurring completely in pleasure.
He could barely focus, Joel speeding up, the sounds of their sweaty bodies slapping with each thrust. The hot feeling he felt the first time he came returned with greater ferocity, the muscles around the other's member tightening.
Every time he was struck there, his prostrate rammed and teased, it felt amazing, making him shout with pleasure, panting hard.
Lips claimed his, their kisses no longer peaceful and caring, their desire and lust overwhelming, leaving them messy.
A free hand grabbed him, pumping him in time with the thrusting, making Sebastian shout when slammed into particularly hard.
Both shouted, unsure whether they were screaming each other's names or what, but what exactly they said made no impact. It was how they sounded to one another, the feeling left behind that counted.
Joel came hard, filling his lover as the other came harder than previously, coating their stomachs with his seed.
Riding out their orgasms, the younger man slowly pulled out, dropping to the side of the bed, pulling the other close.
"That was amazing," Joel panted as he gave a few kisses to the other, pushing sweaty bangs out of the other's face.
He couldn't find the strength to speak, only nod as he panted, trying to put something together. But it wasn't just that, but when he pulled out, he began to fell hollow, wishing he could have stayed inside a little longer.
What finally made him gather the strength to speak was hearing what the other man said, making him almost stop breathing.
"I love you, Shi."
The way he said it, regardless how tired, how weary he sounded; the emotion behind it was there, making the other stare in shock.
"Joel…" he whispered before a smile formed, seeing the other looking at him, trying to stay awake as was he. "I love you too."
With that, it was almost a silent command to each other to sleep, the younger man numbly dragging a blanket over themselves.
Okay, I'll admit, I was a bit nervous about this chapter, mostly on how to put it out without ruining it, but figured I'll do my best and if I did make mistakes, someone will be mention it and give some friendly advice on how to improve it.
Now for the reason for adding a lemon, sure it may not be entirely necessary, but at the same time it sort of is as a growth factor. If you recall earlier chapters, the professor wasn't exactly easy to let others in, more so after being assaulted. Sure, I don't know much about rape victims, at least male ones, I can only guess, plus add in their own individual personalities than the stereotypes put on such victims.
So yeah, wanted this as a means of showing how far he's gone in healing to let someone in that intimately, the sheer amount of trust put in to let those walls down.
I hope that made some sense...
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