Warning Heavier Smut in this Chapter*
Barry woke Harry a little after dawn, the elder trainer already having a quick breakfast of powdered eggs and dried fruit ready. The elder had also prepared pokefood not just for his own pokemon but for Harry's as well, which allowed Harry enough time to take down his portion of camp, Barry's already having been taken down when the other went on watch. A yawn and toss of one of his dried peaches in Goldfyre's direction and they were off.
Despite the small amount of tension between them that still lingered, Harry offered to let Barry attach a few of his bags onto Goldfyre's saddle. Much like Harry Barry was wearing a pair of light colored cargo pants, and a skin tight long sleeve shirt though his was a dark maroon to Harry's wine purple. He also, like Harry, wore a cargo vest matching his pants, and had his pokedex and pokeballs attached to his belt. Where Harry had his staff attached to his back, Barry had three small hatchets, weighted for throwing, attached to his waist opposite his pokeballs and pokedex, alongside a large saxe knife. Both of them armed and ready to fight alongside their pokemon should it become necessary.
Only Goldfyre and Basalt, Barry's Lairon were out of their pokeballs, given that they weren't too far from Sunny Town which had a number limit for unrestrained pokemon per person. They were only a half hour from town when they heard the explosion. They turned nearly as one and saw the fireball as it rose above the treeline they had just exited. It was only thirty seconds later that both of their pokedex began to sound an alarm. Harry pulled his pokedex out first and Barry used his height to peer over the darker haired boy's shoulder.
"Yellow alert," Harry said aloud despite knowing Barry was reading. "Non-League Research camp, less than a mile from here. Explosion and fire, unknown cause, unknown injury and unknown casualty numbers. Fuck." Harry turned to Barry. "Recall your pokemon, I'll convince Goldfyre to let you ride with me."
It took only four minutes for the boys to respond to the alert and arrive at the explosion site, a large clearing. Tents were on fire and the entirety of the camp was scattered. Barry was the first off of Goldfyre's back and was hurrying over to a man wearing a white, or rather ash coated science coat and leaning up against a tree with a pokedex on his lap. Obviously the man who had sent out the alert. A fireball came flying at Goldfyre and Harry dove off his pokemon to the left even as his Arcanine rolled to the right.
"Head's up, Pokemon out!" Harry shouted even as he rolled onto one knee and tossed his pokeballs out, hissing through clenched teeth at the ache in his leg and hip. Barry whirled around and was quick to toss his own balls out, even Casadance despite the disadvantage the Mitotic would have. Harry tossed himself even further to the left seconds before a scorched boulder landed directly where he'd been kneeling. His eyes widened when he saw the pokemon that was on a rampage.
"What the fuck is that?" Barry shouted as his own pokemon took their positions.
"Looks like a Blaizken but its fucking huge," Harry shouted back as he tried to get to his feet.
"I can see that, how the fuck did it get that big?" Barry asked.
"No clue! Dorothy make it rain, give me a fucking monsoon but stay as far out of range as you possibly can. We have to contain the fires it's started. Goldfyre I need you to use your speed, just keep knocking him down but watch his feet. Lady I know you hate the wet but Throw Mud at Blaziken to slow him down. Pollux and Castor take your shots as you can get them. No fire, even with Dorothy it's far too dry to risk it," Harry shouted. "Barry update the Alert. This is a Red minimum if not fucking Silver. What the fuck were they doing here?"
"Gimme a second," Barry shouted back as he gave his own pokemon their orders and then dove to duck a boulder tossed his way. Harry was on his feet and running towards a person who lay on the ground unmoving. Blank eyes looked up towards the sky and Harry could tell without even feeling for a pulse that the woman was dead, her neck was at a crooked angle and the wound on her shoulder barely bled meaning her heart had long stopped pumping.
"One casualty over here!" Harry shouted as he moved on. It was starting to rain, Dorothy working her magic. The rain would make it difficult to help anymore victims but it was necessary to keep the rampaging pokemon from causing further destruction. A vicious kick sent Barry's Synchrome into the air with a hooting yelp and the pokemon had to right himself in the air before gently gliding to the ground. The Blaziken lost interest in the Xato in favor of attempting to attack Goldfyre and the two Dratini that were biting heavily at the pokemon's ankles. The Blaziken's fire didn't seem to be slowing even with the extra Mist, Tidedoll, Barry's Prinplup was coating the oversized pokemon with.
It was strange, even as Harry made a makeshift brace to stabilize the neck of the older man that he was now kneeling beside, he noticed the differences between this massive Blaziken, and the markings of a regular Blaziken. The coloring of the leg fur was completely different, a dark oil black with orange instead of the regular canary cream yellow and orange and the Blaziken's mane, usually straight, seemed to be almost structured in a starburst pattern, and heat literally wafted from he body of the blaze pokemon. Harry could see the rain turning to steam before it even touched the Blaziken's body, and streams of flame streamed from the pokemon's claws. Harry glanced up when he heard the flapping of wings to see three large pokemon circling from above. Thank goodness, it had already been nearly ten minutes since the alert had first gone out, nearly six since Barry had updated it.
"Recall your pokemon and clear the area as soon as possible!" a male voice called out from above on what looked to be a Noctowl. Harry dragged the man he was helping as close to the treeline of the clearing as possible and brushed his fingers over the pokeballs that had reappeared on his belt shortly after he'd released his team, fully recalling them. Across the clearing, where the first scientist sat using the tree to support his body, alongside two others Barry had managed to pull to safety, and Barry himself. With all pokemon recalled and the clearing as clear as it could be, pokeballs dropped from the sky, originating from the riders of the three flying pokemon.
Had the situation not been so dangerous Harry might have raced over to the beautiful pokemon and fawned over them. Amongst the pokemon that were now viciously beating down the oversized Blaziken were, a shiny Swampert, a bright lime green in color, a Luxray, a very familiar Charzard, and two bright orange Dragonite. The ensuing fight was destructive and it was all Harry could do but use his body to shield the man he had pulled to safety. Seconds after throwing his body over the man, Harry felt the fur of his Arcanine on his back, Goldfyre having forcibly overcome the pokeball technology to protect his trainer, it was an extremely rare phenomenon that displayed the strength of their trainer-pokemon relationship.
"Harry!" Goldfyre shifted off of Harry's body as his father came rushing towards him the moment Otto landed.
"I'm okay dad!" Harry swiftly as he rolled off of the man he'd been covering. "But we need medics quickly. He's got several lacerations and at least two puncture wounds, one is still sealed by the broken tent pole that caused it the other isn't. I haven't had time to try and patch any wounds." Harry pulled several of his bags free from Goldfyres saddle and tossed one to his father. The distribution of first aid began swiftly. Four more people were pulled alive from the wrecked camp and at least three more trainers, two of which were Regional Rangers, arrived to help with medivacing those injured. All in all, there were five casualties, and eight injured, five of which needed to be airlifted to Sunnytown Hospital. Once the last of the patients were extricated from the campsite and the Rangers had taken statements, Harry was finally able to talk to the trainers about their pokemon.
The two trainers that had helped Harry's father subdue the massive Blaziken were both Elite Level Trainers that had been training together on Mt. Hideaway, in fact they were both current members of Kanto's Elite Four; Bruno Struck, who's challenge usually involved facing Elite Level Fighting Type pokemon on level with the man's own mastery of multiple forms of martial arts, and Lance Drake, a solely Dragon Type trainer and one of the few members of the Draconid people to be employed by the League. Harry had many questions for him and it was only due to his father's interference that the plum haired man was given a moment of respite. He did however get to see six of the two men's personal pokemon up close.
Bruno Struck had a beautiful Noctowl named Nikki. According to the man, while she could hold her own, Nikki was primarily a companion pokemon due to injuries she had sustained during his childhood pokemon journey, much as Dorothy was for Harry. His other two pokemon the Luxray and the Swampert were both battle trained in the extreme. Sleek and ferocious, built for power and speed, neither would allow Harry close enough to touch, but obeyed Bruno well enough that Harry was able to get a good enough look at their various attributes. In order respectively the Luxray and Swampert were named Farad and Flo.
Surprisingly Lance Drake's pokemon were much more willing to let Harry in close despite their Dragon typing and Battle training. That might have been because Harry's fawning fueled their prideful two Dragonite were Eragon, the male of the pair, and Wyrmria the female, according to Lance they were a breeding pair although they had only brought three eggs to hatching. The pokemon that Lance had been riding on was a Salamance, a pokemon which Harry had never had the pleasure of seeing in person. Shanty, Lance's Salamence had been Lance's companion for nearly the entirety of his life starting as a small Bagon. The Draconid man gave Harry a nugget of his people's culture by telling him that their people believed that the best trainer bonds were those forged by a child and the pokemon they raise from an egg. Harry's father gently pulled Harry away from the two men to allow them to help the Jenny's that had arrived in securing the scene more thoroughly now that there were more civilians on scene.
"So do you have any idea exactly what they were doing here?" Barry asked as he stepped up beside the two Oak's, "That was like no Blaziken I've ever seen, and I don't just mean it's coloring."
"I have no idea," the elder professor answered. "I'm afraid we probably won't know until a full investigation is done. The League is sending more Rangers, including a few ACER's specifically trained in investigation."
"Figures," Barry said disparagingly. Harry shot the elder a look, but Professor Samuel just looked remorsefully at the amber-gold eyed boy.
"I'll put in a request to have you both kept informed on the basis of your initial involvement, but this was a private research camp without League sanctioning, hell it was only recorded as having four people on site, and I can't promise anything," the elder professor answered. They were interrupted by a sudden burst of angry language coming from Lance causing them all to turn and look at the man who was holding a metallic collar of some sort with a dark colored stone pulsing with an eerie purplish light.
"Is that?" Bruno asked.
"Mae'n ffycin dda," Lance hissed, and Harry could only assume it was his mother tongue.
"In the Common if you would," Bruno said, trying to inject a bit of humor.
"Everyone on site needs to be searched. There's a secondary stone, the key that matches this one," Lance said angrily. "It does not leave this place." Seconds later the man was talking on his cell feature to someone with the same mother tongue as himself.
"Any idea what the key stone looks like?" Harry asked aimlessly out loud.
"It will match the original stone, so dark with a purple inner core that emits light," Bruno answered. "Usually set in a cuff style bracelet or ring." The Jenny's directed everyone that would be leaving the scene into organized lines to ensure that no one left with anything they shouldn't.
They didn't get to Sunnytown until late that evening, being escorted through the sky by Harry's father the barely three miles between the decimated research camp to the Pokecenter of Sunnytown. Harry barely managed to give himself a decent shower before falling into the bed of the suite he and his father were sharing, promising himself he'd give his pokemon a good cooldown and pampering tomorrow.
Pollux wriggled in bliss as Harry rubbed down his scales with the slightly damp microfiber cloth. Soft hisses slipped from the white snake's mouth as Harry continued the rub down, his brother curled up and napping on the grass to the side of the training fields behind Sunnytown's Pokecenter. All of his pokemon had been looked over early this morning by the Joy's running the place, and for the most part the training fields were active with people. Harry supposed it was the one good thing about his injury, the hype about him and his journey had died down after his hospital visit. Harry suspected it would pick back up again once he challenged another gym or two but for now he was content with the quick glances followed by their dismissal. In fact he preferred it.
With his twin Dratini cleaned up and pampered, it was Dorothy's turn. He let Castor and Pollux stretch out in the grass soaking up the sun, trusting them to protect themselves should any one with nefarious intentions attempt anything while he filled up his largest cooking pot with water from one of the outdoor water fountains and placing it atop his flame plate, a journey must have he'd learned about from Henry Baxter. He didn't need the water to boil just to warm to a more comfortable temperature than the just above freezing. He used the damp cloth to give Dorothy a bit of a wipe down before removing the pot from heat before it got too warm. With a clean cloth and a pokemon safe soap made from Combee wax and Roselia petals, Harry made a lather and began gently washing Dorothy's belly plate scales before moving on to her dorsal spike plates, using his fingers to get into every groove. He laughed a little when she arched into the cloth and gave her an extra firm scrub, warming the muscle beneath her scales. When Harry was finished Dorothy happily plopped herself in the cool fountain pool that stretched out alongside the training grounds.
His pretty Lady was next. Though they hadn't known each other as long as Harry had his other pokemon, his bond with Lady Light had started to strengthen with each grooming session. He started off with soft sand, rubbing gentle handfuls into the stiff structure of the Vibrava's wings, his Lady's antenna made a skittering sound as they rubbed against each other, a sure sign of the pokemon's pleasure. When he was finished with the sand he pulled out a small tooth brush sized soft wire brush and gently began with a rotating motion scrubbing away any dried exoskeleton that was stuck when the pokemon had gone through her shed. It was the last portion of her pampering that Harry knew his pretty Lady loved the most, the buffing of her wings with the lustrous looking Bright Powder fueling her ego.
With all of his smaller, or at least relatively in Dorothy's case, pokemon preened and pampered it was time for Harry to groom Goldfyre. He started off using an old towel as a rub rag before diving right in with a curry comb, removing the loosest of Goldfyre's excess hair and gently massaging the Arcanine's muscles. He finished with that and moved on with a dandy brush, and he honestly wasn't surprised to remove four or five pounds of hair from his beautiful beast. He followed up the heavy brushing with a much softer brush he'd spritz with Cherrim oil every second brush through. It took nearly two hours for the brushing portion of Goldfyre's grooming to be done. His fur glistened gorgeously in the sun, golden and burnished. Gently Harry clipped the fur in between the pad of each paw checking for cracks or abrasions, before buffing each claw to gleaming perfection.
He let his pokemon remain out of his pokeballs as he cleaned up his supplies before using the outdoor showers to clean himself of the excess fur that coated him as though it was a wearable layer. He came out in an outfit made more for relaxing than for traveling. He and Barry had decided to take four days in Sunnytown before taking a day to travel to Matcha City. Originally they were going to head up from Matcha City to the Mining Towns that were rebuilding in the Coastguard Mountains, but Barry and Harry had decided that it might be more prudent to head towards Safari City and from there a passenger train to Fuschia City.
The train they got tickets for was an exclusive one and a gift. Because Harry and Barry were the first to respond to what should have been a terrible but simple Yellow alert that actually ended up being what the League designated as a Silver alert, they were given the tickets from the Regional League as a sort of thank-you for helping ensure the situation didn't get more out of hand. The train was a slow one, but speed wasn't the purpose of the trip. The train was a double tracked beast of a machine that was wide enough to hold ballroom styled cars for Coordinating Contests. It would take ten and a half days to get from Safari City to Fuschia and small contests of all levels would be held alongside a Major Expert Level Contest that would be running with a multitude of well known Coordinators taking part. Norman Master's eldest daughter was supposed to be onboard the train as well as the famous Sinnohian Coordinator Lady Jo, or rather Johanna Notter if one went by legal name versus stage names. There were even rumors that Johanna's daughter, Dawn would be making her debut on the contest scene in some of the smaller contests. Whether the rumors had any actual substance or not Harry supposed he and Barry would just have to find out.
"Those are some pants," a masculine voice said from the left as Harry approached his pokemon.
"Is that supposed to be your best pick up line?" Harry asked when he turned and saw the man who had spoken. He was an extremely tall thin man, his most prominent feature being his hair which was a bright cobalt blue and cut in a soft looking blow out and undercut.
"I save my best for bedplay luv. Name's Simon, and you, my dearest lovely, are a fashion genius. Those cut out harem pants are gorgeous paired with that distressed paint shirt and hiking boots and well who can blame me for looking twice," Simon answered, his hands waving in flaring motions with his words.
"I honestly just grabbed my most comfortable clothing, I've been busy with grooming," Harry said surprised. "I wasn't attempting to be fashionable at all."
"Oh darling!" Simon grabbed Harry's arm and forced the smaller dark haired male into a spin.
"Simon!" an equally male voice shouted as Harry deftly extricated himself from Simon's grasp. Another man, this one with pastel purple hair cut in a curly taper fade that Harry was quite frankly envious of, his own hair having started to grow back over the past few months completely untameable at its shorter length. "You leave the poor man be, I'm sorry sir, my husband has very little understanding of personal space." The new man was only an inch or two taller than Harry, smaller than Simon by nearly three quarters of a foot.
"Cameron, just look at the sweet thing! Isn't he just gorgeous! The fit, the individuality!" Simon bubbled even as Cameron pulled him a further few steps back.
"Oh my," Cameron said as he checked Harry out, his vibrant blue eyes widening. "He's not just any pretty thing Simon, this is Professor Harry Oak." Cameron used his body as a sort of barrier between Harry and his husband as Simon's own eyes widened. Harry got first hand experience on what it was like for the poor trainers he bamboozled with questions of their pokemon as Simon blasted him with questions about his lifestyle, pokemon's habits and what kind of products he groomed them with. "Give the poor man a second to speak," Cameron reprimanded his husband, lightly slapping the other man's chest. Simon ducked his head blushing.
"Sorry," Simon apologized to Harry. "It's just, we're lifestyle and fashion bloggers, and well our readers would love some insight into the life of a man such as yourself. "How do you do it? How do you keep yourself so well maintained, while inventing fabulous trainer essentials and taking part in your own journey?"
"Uh I can't actually give out an interview without going through a bit of paperwork, courtesy of being a League employee beyond just being a trainer," Harry said after a moment of stunned silence. "But if you want I can send you a link for a direct request for an interview so that the League knows that I approve and the paperwork can be started?" Harry asked. "But they're pretty big on protecting us so they'll require copies be sent to them before publishing and might make you edit some things."
"Arceus yes!" Simon shouted excitedly pulling out his pokedex. Harry pulled out Helix and they transferred numbers and Harry sent a link.
"I'll be in town for the next two days and leaving on the third," Harry said. "But if you don't mind I'd like to take the rest of the day and relax, it'll give you some time to get through that paperwork and maybe we can make arrangements for lunch tomorrow.
"Absolutely!" Cameron answered, pulling Simon with him. "We'll leave you be, right Si?"
"Yes, yes of course," Simon answered as he was pulled along, stumbling only once when he didn't stop looking away in Harry's direction and goofily waving. Harry couldn't help the soft snort that escaped his lips. He shook his head, the shaggy length of curls atop his head bouncing with the movement. His pokemon were waiting for him where he'd left them, napping in the sun, Barry's pokemon having joined them with Casadance and Tidedoll in the fountain pool with Dorothy. Barry was gently polishing Soile and checking his seed shell for any cracks.
"Hey," Barry said as he finished his polishing and let Solie go to join the other pokemon in the sun.
"Hey yourself," Harry answered.
"Interesting pants," Barry said, lips twitching.
"You heard that?" Harry asked.
"Such individuality!" Barry answered with exaggerated excitement that didn't hide the amusement on his face.
"You shithead," Harry said with a laugh as he leapt for the bigger male. They play wrestled laughing all the while before they both disengaged flopping on the grass, to sun themselves.
"Did you always know you wanted to be a pokemon Professor?" Barry asked, breaking the silence.
"From the time my father took me in, yeah," Harry answered. "I have other goals of course but yeah becoming a pokemon Professor was always something I wanted to do. Why, you thinking about taking that route yourself?"
"I don't know, I just know I don't think I want to be just a trainer for the rest of my life," Barry said with a slight frown on his face.
"We can take a few detours and such you know," Harry said. "There is supposed to be a big career fair in Saffron City in two months for trainers who are looking to enter the workforce. Even if you aren't wanting to stop being a trainer right away, it will at least give you an idea of what's out there."
"Yeah, that would be nice to attend," Barry said as he put his arms behind his head. "Not being a trainer has never really been an option. I mean mum's always either worked as a cashier in a shop or sometimes as local maid depending on the circumstances, but dad's always been employed by the League as a trainer in some form, so I guess it was always implied that that was the route I'm supposed to take as well."
"Your life, your decisions, don't let anyone ever tell you what you can or can't be," Harry said firmly.
"Maybe you ought to be a lifestyle coach, or maybe a pokemon groomer instead of a pokemon Professor. Goldfyre is looking particularly fine today." Barry said. Harry gently let his hand smack Barry's chest.
"Don't make me kick your ass," Harry said.
"Oh don't kid yourself, you know I could take you," Barry answered humorously as he moved to wrestle with Harry again. Harry was faster. Even as Barry tried to buck him off Harry straddled him and fought to grab the amber eyed male's wrists. Fast though he may be, Barry had several inches and more strength than Harry and their positions were quickly reversed. Harry froze. They were in public and yet his body remembering exactly what had happened the last time they were in this position didn't care. Barry froze as well, feeling Harry.
"Uh maybe you should get off?" Harry said meekly. Barry leaned down, mouth near Harry's ear.
"Oh I intend to," Barry whispered. "If you want to join me, recall your pokemon and meet me in my room." Then Barry swung himself off of Harry and was recalling his pokemon before Harry even registered what Barry had said. Harry recalled his pokemon only a few moments later and was hurrying after the amber eyed bastard who'd made it difficult for Harry to walk without giving everyone an eyeful, especially given the loose fitting pants he was wearing.
He barely managed to catch Barry's room door before it closed. Harry pushed it open just enough to slip into the room only to be slammed into the door as it was closed by Barry. Lips pressed into Harry's hungrily and the green eyed boy arched up into the body of the other.
"Fuck," Harry hissed as he wrenched his lips away from Barry's in order to catch his breath.
"That's the idea," Barry said as he mouthed gently at Harry's neck, his hands sliding under Harry's shirt. Harry's shirt was quickly removed and Barry's vest and shirt quickly followed along with both of their pokebelts. Their hands explored each other's bodies, curious and passionate. Barry's lips covered Harry's mouth again and Barry's hands slid down Harry's hips underneath his harem pants. Harry gasped as Barry's hands shifted back and rested on the bare skin of Harry's ass. Harry's hands shook as he grasped gently to Barry's arms holding on to the other male as though he was Harry's only lifeline. Barry shoved one of his thighs between Harry's leg and used his hands to encourage Harry's hips to shift as he took advantage of Harry's gasps to plunder the smaller male's mouth.
"Barry, oh fuck, Barry," Harry gasped as he tore his mouth away and threw his head back banging it slightly on the door as his hips jerked and he rode Barry's thigh.
"That's it," Barry whispered, pulling one hand off of Harry and placing it on the back of Harry's neck, pulling Harry's face to look at him. Barry's focus had turned less from getting himself off and more towards getting Harry off. Harry's eyes were nearly teary with pupils blown as he held on to Barry's arms even tighter, gasping with every shift of his hips. "That's it sweet boy," Barry whispered lips brushing Harry's own as he pressed his forehead to Harry's. "Come now." Barry ordered and Harry could only gasp as his hips stuttered and he came. Barry used his body to help Harry stay upright and gently pressed kisses to Harry's lips as Harry came down from his euphoric high. After a few moments Harry's strength returned allowing him to stand under his own power once more, and Barry gently pulled Harry after him towards the bed, mouth still locked on Harry's own.
Barry sat down on the edge bed and pulled Harry into position to straddle him, still kissing Harry. Harry pulled his mouth away and Barry simply continued kissing his skin working his way down Harry's neck to his chest. Harry shivered as Barry's lips ran along his clavicle and then down. There was a hint of teeth as Barry reached Harry's nipples and Harry whimpered as his hands flew up to the back of Barry's head and he arched into the amber eyed man's mouth. Despite his recent orgasm Harry's cock was already filling. Suddenly, with his arms still wrapped around Harry, Barry stood, lifting the smaller male who reflexively wrapped his legs around Barry's waist. Barry turned and lowered Harry to the bed, Harry shivered as Barry gently ran his hands over Harry's chest.
"Barry," Harry whispered and the other male groaned as he ran one of his hands through Harry's hair and shifted his hips forwards. Harry hissed, at the pleasurable contact but as Barry leaned over to kiss Harry again, Harry stopped him by placing both of his hands on Barry's face. "Slow down a moment," Harry whispered.
" What is it?" Barry asked, "Did I hurt you?"
"No, no," Harry reassured quickly. "It's not that, it's just, what is this? I've had one real relationship and although there were a few moments of, um, heavy passion, it was all over clothing and I've never done anything like this. I don't know what I'm doing. I've never done anything like… " Harry was cut off by Barry pressing a gentle finger to Harry's lips.
"It's okay," Barry whispered. "As long as you know that at any point you can tell me to stop and I will. As for what this is, right now I think the label, if we need one, is friends with benefits."
"Okay," Harry whispered. "Okay. So what now?"
"Now," Barry whispered as he grabbed Harry's hips and jerked Harry so that his body hung just off the edge of the bed.. "You lay there like a good pillow prince and I make your body sing."
"Oh fuck," Harry gasped, as Barry pushed his legs up near his chest. His pants were stretchy enough that it was easy for Barry to remove them from Harry's body without relinquishing the position he'd placed Harry in. Harry's hands flew up to Barry's hair as the amber eyed male latched onto one of Harry's nipples, the sharp prick of teeth a painful pleasure. Barry chuckled, breathily against Harry's skin as one of his hands reached down to grasp Harry's once more engorged cock giving a light stroke, causing the green eyed male to writhe. Barry rubbed his clothed crotch against Harry's ass as he worked the smaller male back up towards another peak, teasing and tasting. Barry shifted to give Harry's other nipple the same treatment before moving lower pressing kisses against Harry's belly as Harry arched.
"Please, please," Harry gasped as he tried to push Barry's head lower faster, feeling the smile on the amber eyed male's lips as they moved across his skin. Barry let Harry's legs rest upon his shoulders and Harry gave a breathless scream of pleasure throwing his head back when Barry licked a line up Harry's cock.
"So sensitive," Barry whispered, blowing a cool line against Harry's cock. "I'm not going to take you this time, there's a bit more preparation needed. But I can certainly give you a reason to play again another day.." Barry held Harry's hips down as Harry bucked up involuntarily in blissful pleasure as Barry swallowed Harry down. It only took a few hard sucks for Harry to cum, but Barry didn't let Harry fall from his mouth, and Harry could only scream as oversensitivity and pleasure encompassed his mind. Harry's thighs squeezed Barry's head as Harry squealed and writhed.
"Too much, too much," Harry begged between breaths and Barry finally relented. Harry gasped, lungs straining heavily as Barry all but crawled up Harry's body and pressed his mouth to Harry's. Harry could taste himself in Barry's mouth and when Harry gasped as Barry's cargo pants ran roughly over Harry's sensitive flesh Barry pressed his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry whimpered as Barry's fingers plucked at Harry's nipples.
"I think you can do one more sweet boy," Barry whispered as he unbuttoned his own cargo pants.
"I can't," Harry whispered back even as he arched into Barry when the other male grasped Harry's nearly entirely limp cock against his own iron hard length.
"You can sweet boy," Barry ordered as he began stroking.
"I can't, I can't," Harry gasped even as his cock filled and his hips stuttered in aborted movements, body unsure if it did or didn't want the pleasure that accompanied the painful oversensitivity.
"You're so close sweet boy you can do it," Barry whispered as he pressed gentle kisses against Harry's lips, a sharp contrast to the harsh heavy strokes over their cocks lubricated only by precum and the spit of Barry's earlier blowjob. At the end of every stroke Barry's thumb slid cruelly over Harry's tip, the digit dipping into Harry's extremely sensitive slit.
"Please, please, please," Harry begged before letting out a strangled scream as he orgasmed only seconds before Barry gasped through one of his own, Harry's barely there spurts greatly overshadowed by Barry's mess. Barry's weight pressed into Harry as the larger male caught his breath, and then rolled to one side. Harry shivered as he curled up slightly and pressed close to the side of Barry.
"Give me a moment sweet boy," Barry whispered as he traced his finger tips up Harry's arm. "I'll get us both cleaned up." Harry didn't speak but gently nodded.
Harry felt floaty, tired and barely aware as Barry cleaned him up and tucked him underneath the covers of Barry's bed. A bottle of sweet water was pressed to Harry's lips and despite his sleepiness he managed to drink nearly half of it in small sips with Barry's encouragement.
"Barry," Harry whispered as Barry stood up from the bed. "Stay?"
"Of course," Barry said, setting the flavored water on the bedside table and crawling under the covers. Harry immediately latched on to Harry snuggling in and immediately falling asleep despite it only being three o'clock in the afternoon.
Harry awoke to the sound of Helix notifying him of an incoming call, but as he shifted to find his pokedex he realized both exactly where he was and the situation he was currently in. Harry was completely naked and laying half on top of Barry who was nearly naked himself, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs. Barry had an arm around Harry's back. In the seconds it took for Harry to realize where he was, amber eyes had opened and the arm around him tightened.
"Good morning," Barry's voice was gravelly, as he spoke. Harry's face flushed as he turned away, his eyes flicking away as he wiggled to get out of bed. "Oh none of that this time sweet boy," Barry said quickly, shifting to sit up and pulling Harry with him. Barry used gentle fingers to lift Harry's chin, looking right into Harry's verdant eyes. "No running away this time."
"I'm not gonna run," Harry whispered, staring back into the amber eyes of Barry. "I should probably get that though," Harry continued, referring to his pokedex's ringing. "It might be my dad."
"It could be," Barry whispered back before pressing a gentle peck to Harry's lips and then pushing Harry away. "Go get that I'll order us some late night take out." Harry slid off one side of the bed and Barry slid off the other. Harry picked up his Dex and upon seeing where the person was calling from clicked the answer button keeping the camera to only see Harry's neck and head and the wall behind.
"Professor Oak," the woman on the other end greeted. She had a large blonde beehive style hairdo "My name is Lena Hamlin, I work in the League's Celadon District Offices. Your father made me aware that you are needing access to the Regional Alerts System?"
"Yes," Harry said excitedly. "I want to implement a Flare program. I already have a base code for an AI system that with access I can integrate into the Alert System. I've taken to calling it SARA, for Satellite-Assisted Rescue Alert though of course the name can be changed. I'm aware that the kind of access I'm asking for will require oversight. There is a possibility that I'll be in Saffron City in two months, from there it isn't far to Celadon."
"Yes there would certainly be oversight requirements, but your access wouldn't actually occur here in Celadon. The servers are located in a secure location, transport there is restricted, as the main servers for all of the Eastern Republic's Alert System are located in the same place. The back ups are scattered of course, but those locations are even more secure to ensure that in the event of an attack the entire system isn't taken offline," Lena said, adjusting her glasses. "I understand that you have undergone a background check for security purposes before but I feel prudent to warn you now that the background check will be far more thoroughly invasive than the one you have originally undergone. You will also need to report to your local Jenny station at some point for a thorough psych evaluation sometime within the next two months. At that point should everything be kosher we'll arrange for a military transport but those details will come later. A courier is on their way to your current location, you are currently in Room 822 in the Sunnytown Pokecenter, yes?"
"Yes, wait no I'm in room 823," Harry answered, feeling just a slight flush work its way up his neck as he corrected himself. He glanced up at Barry who was grinning at Harry from across the room.
"Very good, the courier has reported their arrival in Sunnytown, the paperwork they carry needs to be returned by courier by the end of the week if, among other things, it contains permission for the background check," Lena said. Harry could hear the click of various keyboard keys as the woman typed. "The return address will be included with the paperwork."
"Of course I'll get that filled out and sent back right away.," Harry said.
"Very good Professor Oak," Lena said with a nod. "Have a good night."
"You as well," Harry responded. As soon as the phone call was finished Harry was diving for Barry's bags.
"Woah what are you doing?" Barry asked.
"My pants are a little dirty and if you think I'm answering the door completely starkers, you're bloody nuts," Harry said. He had just barely managed to get a pair of gray sweats that were far too long for him, when someone knocked on the door. Barry gave Harry a grin as the emerald eyed boy tossed him a shirt and pulled one on himself before he headed to the door.
Opening the door revealed both a man in an official League courier uniform and a young woman in a Pika Poke Bowl uniform. While Harry signed for the courier package Barry took the take out bag and used his pokedex to pay for it.
"Alolain?" Harry asked surprised when the door closed.
"What? It's my favorite," Barry said. "I ordered a vegetarian one, as well as a spicy Gorebyss and a Krabby one. Pick whichever one you want, I'll eat any of them."
"Are you trying to impress me or woo me?" Harry asked with a grin.
"If I am, is it working sweet boy?" Barry asked, grinning widely when Harry flushed bright red. "You're adorable, pretty and red like that."
"Shut up and give me the spicy one," Harry grumbled as he opened up his envelope on the small table in the suite and sat down in a chair. A hand brushed through Harry's hair from behind before suddenly tightening. Rather gently considering the grip Barry had on Harry's hair Barry pulled Harry's head back to look at him. He pressed a thorough kiss to Harry's mouth before letting go of his grip on Harry's dark windswept curls and setting the takeout bowl in front of him.
"You should be a more polite sweet boy," Barry whispered in Harry's ear, "Else I might just think you want me to spank you." Harry shivered. "After we eat we should get your things from your room, move them in here." Harry turned to look at Barry, studying the other man for a moment before ducking his head slightly.
"I think um, I think I'd," Harry paused, flushing even redder. "I'd like that."