For those wanting to keep up with this story, here's chapter 3. Enjoy!
Chapter 3: The Marks of our Past
Norman was shaking, whether it was from the excitement or the fear. He could barely keep it together during his school days when he found himself alone with the "god of a teacher" who happened to be standing before him, who also chose to wear awfully tight jeans, causing the father to drool.
Drayden chuckled. "I remember that EXACT look on your face. I'd see it rather often back in school, though I must say," he stopped to bend over, his rear facing the other man, "it was good to know I had the full attention of ONE…special….student." He neared Norman's ears, lightly nibbling his earlobe. "I honestly have enjoyed your company through the years, my love." He whispered, crawling further onto the bed.
The elder leader began the process of removing the clothing covering Norman. With each article removed, he took a moment to capture the part of the body like a picture. But as Drayden neared the waist, Norman began to wince in pain. "Norman, are you not…." Drayden started.
Almost immediately, Norman threw his arms around Drayden's neck."WAIT! Please don't!" he wailed. But as he brought his body up to meet the dragon master's, he cried out in pain, clutching his abdomen.
Wasting no time, Drayden removed all upper articles, revealing the other's torso….or what was left of it. The left side Norman had clutched onto was a very nasty shade of purple, possibly as bad as a poisoned Pokémon. His upper left arm didn't look as bad, but still appeared to need possible attention. "She…she did this to you…didn't she?" he growled, to which Norman nodded, finally letting a stray tear fall.
He vaguely recalled the memory, which basically led him to the bar in Castelia in the first place. It started like any other. The subject: Brendan and his safety, like before:
"You're the mother! You should know very damn well he'll go to adult should he need help!" Norman argued.
"Oh that's nice, Norm, teach him to talk to strangers. You may as well offer him up to another parent!" Caroline shouted back.
"Do you NOT trust him to know right from wrong?!" he started again. "He's fifteen, and we've both taught him well!"
"You're at the gym almost all the time! How would you know what he thinks?" her face was becoming redder by the second.
Norman, however, was unphased. He trusted his own son with all of his heart, even receiving plenty of calls a day. At first, he planned to keep it to himself. But now, he found this as perfect ammo to show her a thing or two about parenting, because he was not about to let Caroline misjudge Brendan. "He calls me a hell of a lot more than he calls you!Look at the phone bill if you'd like, too! That should be enough, if not, more!"
She thought about it, actually realizing she never received calls….at all. Yet as she heard this, she lost it. Without even thinking, she sent a fist right in the eye. While he was stumbling, she made her way towards him, an almost insane look in her eyes…..
Through recalling the memory, he found himself sobbing uncontrollably. Norman did still respect women in general, and he was naturally the complete opposite of violent. Hiding these scars from Brendan may have been simple, but Drayden was far more observant.
Drayden had heard enough to know that perhaps Norman needed to be reminded that he would never be alone. He cradled Norman's head upon his lap, stroking his cheek reassuringly. "Never again," he whispered, "never again."
Norman looked up to Drayden's golden eyes, filled with promise. "Promise?" he whispered meekly. Though he loved his mentor, he was afraid to give his heart away, only for it to possibly be crushed.
"You of all people should know I'm not one to break promises." He whispered reassuringly. "You'd be the last person in the world I'd ever hurt." At those words, Norman found himself cloaked in the impenetrable armor now known as Drayden.
Cupping the younger's chin, the mayor kissed his temple. "If you'd like we don't have to push things tonight." But as he was about to lay down, Norman, began to grab for the elder's crotch, which sprouted up with the touch.
"Maybe we can still…." He whispered, red in embarrassment, causing Drayden to chuckle. 'Perhaps' he thought, pulling his pants and trousers down, 'I can still show him what our future will be like.' He ushered Norman to his now uncovered erection, fully sprouted.
With a wink, he guided his lover, who began to inhale what he could. At the moment, Norman wouldn't have even known OR cared if he died of suffocation, so long as it was to this smell. But after a moment, he was pushed back.
"Sorry," the mayor apologized, seeing the hurt look in the other's eyes, "but should we continue, I'd like to save my….surprise, for a better place." He traced Norman's lips with his still-gloved fingers. Norman couldn't help but begin to suck on the clothed fingers. Feeling a little kinkier, Drayden swirled his fingers in Norman's mouth, emitting a very sexy moan from the normal leader.
After some time, he removed his fingers. Though Norman was sad for the display to end, he knew the best was to come as he dropped to his knees. Within three seconds, he engulfed the monstrous cock. Drayden couldn't help it, losing control as he forced Norman's mouth onto his throbbing erection. Norman seemed unphased, taking in inch by inch to the point where he was nearly choking on it.
While he tried to think of all the possible sexual things they could do, he could only think of his possible future. He was grateful to have Drayden in his life at all. And together he knew anything….EVERYTHING….was possible. He could see it now. Having someone alongside him as they battled against the "wicked witch" for his son. Hell, his body was evidence enough. And though the scars were to stay, he knew that (as Drayden once quoted) "scars were a mark of the past, though having no right to where the bearer is headed."
Any other thought was lost as Drayden let out a primal roar, seed shooting into Norman's awaiting mouth. Not wanting it to go to waste, Norman backed up a bit, resting his tongue just below the mayor's erection so none would be lost.
After a minute or two, Drayden's climax had slowed down. From here, he cradled Norman's chin, bringing him into a very heated kiss. The younger leader found himself wrapping his legs around his soon-to-be lover's waist, to which the other man had no objections. Once resituating themselves on the bed, Drayden resumed the job left unfinished previously.
With both men now completely nude, Drayden aligned his now wet erection to Norman's opening. He grasped Norman's hand in his own as he pushed slowly. As the dragon leader nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck, Norman knew this was the only pain he'd ever ask for. The good kind, that is.
Drayden dragged out, only to slam back in.
Norman screamed in pure bliss.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Norman awoke to a muscular arm wrapped firmly around his waist, as if to protect him from outside harm. He smiled, turning his slightly ached body to nuzzle his head under the mayor's chin.
Drayden, who had awakened seconds ago, smiled at the gesture. "You actually look happy….safe…I like that," he mumbled sleepily.
Norman sighed happily. "Promise me I only wake up to you…from this moment on…."
"I promise, my love." Drayden answered, sincere honesty in his voice. He lowered his face to match his lover's as they shared another passionate kiss-
-which was interrupted seconds later as Norman's PokeGear rang. Drayden reached for it, preparing to dismiss the call had it been Caroline. After looking at the screen, he passed it to Norman. "It's your son." He whispered, confusion in his voice.
Norman was also confused. Through all the calls he received from Brendan (not that he hated them, hell he cherished them) they never started until ten thirty at least. He pressed the receive button. "Brendan?"
"Dad? Where are you? Why weren't you at the gym last night?" his son's voice sounded as if was cracking. "I was worried about you. Mom seemed….rather pissed again…"
"Brendan, I'm fine." The father reassured. "I'm staying with a friend, actually."
The other line was silent for a moment before the teen responded. "She hurt you again…didn't she, Dad?"
"Y-y-you knew?" Norman could only stutter. Drayden began to rub his shoulders reassuringly, to which Norman found his smile for a moment, leaning into the touch.
"I figured a few months back after seeing some blood on your clothes….and walking in to Mom throwing a book at your nose…." His son admitted, honesty in his voice. Norman recalled that memory as a matter of fact. That book happened to break his nose, and in the end, he came up with the usual cheesy "i-walked-into-a-door" line. Drayden quirked an eyebrow, leading to Norman clasping their hands together, implying he'd tell him about THAT situation later.
"Why do you put up with it, Dad? You're smarter than that!" Brendan exclaimed, worry and some anger in his voice. "You gotta do something about it!"
As Norman was about to explain, Drayden snatched the PokeGear from his hand, nodding to trust him. Norman nodded after a moment, to which Drayden resumed the call. "Brendan, this is Drayden. You're father's all right now, and we will do something about it. But I need to know: should you be further involved….are you willing to out your mother's horrid actions?"
"Of c-course," Brendan answered from the other line. Norman smiled at the thought, letting a tear fall, leaving Drayden to smile as he thumbed it away. With that, Norman excused himself to use the bathroom.
As if on instinct that his father left the room, Brendan found his voice. "Drayden, sir….you love my father…a lot…don't you?" he asked. Drayden found himself surprised that Brendan knew of this, but before he could find the words, Brendan continued. "Before you ask, my Dad would talk about you….A LOT!" he exaggerated, laughing. "He…he loves you too, you know."
"I figured as much." Drayden replied with a smile. "But don't think he doesn't love you any less. He wants this as much so you can be happy too."
"Thanks." His son's voice cracked a bit, but there was joy in voice. "You'll protect him, right? I mean, I know he can take care of himself, but he looks to you as more than just a lover…but also a hero."
"In a heartbeat." He reassured, to which he could hear a happy sigh. "you know if you'd like," the mayor began again, "you're more than welcome to stay here as well…you may even call this your home now." He joked.
"Thanks!" Brendan sighed. "I wasn't ready to confront…HER about dad. But assuming you and my dad were with each other last night, promise me I won't walk into your home with BOTH of you naked! I don't want to be scarred…well emotionally..." he added, fearing Drayden might take it wrong as of recently.
But he laughed instead. "I'll keep that in mind. We'll see you soon, then." After some goodbyes, Brendan hung up. Drayden sighed contently as he finally got out of bed, readying to accompany Norman in the shower. He found his happiness, and he wasn't ready to lose it to some harpy. But be damned if he was going to do this covered in semen, reeking of after-sex.
One step at a time.
TO BE CONTINUED…..
Sorry to those who think it sounds too "emotional" but I do believe it still came out excellent. There may only be one more chapter, which leaves the question: Who will be victorious (…that sounded cheesy). Either way, stay tuned, and "Read and Review!"