Chapter 91: The Old Fling

Blade hadn't been able to do it, even with his claw raised. He couldn't bring himself to slice into his arm. He sat down against the tree and slowly wiped the tears from his eyes. The sneasel rested his eyes, and his head. He let out a deep sigh, and stood up. Blade gave a slight glance back at the tree, at the small carving he embedded into it, then he walked off.

Even now he could still see it on a loop his mind. The sight of that bitch and her overgrown sword, Shadow fighting not for himself, but to save Blade. Shadow, cut in half, the two halves of his body falling away to the ground. The empty void was still there. He'd been trying to fill it any way he could, primarily through sex, and yet nothing has filled that void.

He was beginning to wonder if it was because he'd been on the giving end, rather than receiving. He let out a weak chuckle at the thought, like the universe cared if he was taking something up his butt or not. As he walked he noticed a small apple fall from a tree, he looked into the tree but saw nothing, the wind must have dislodged it. He leaned down and picked it up, an unremarkable apple to say the least, and he didn't hesitate to take a bite. It was sweet, full of juice, and a nice bright red. He took another bite and another, munching away until there was nothing left but the apple's core. And he tossed it aside.

The sneasel took a seat by the core and picked it up again. "Yeah, that's how I feel too." He looked at it. "Thin, like something has torn parts of me away entirely. Like I'll never be whole again…"

He didn't know when it happened, but his eyes fell shut for a few hours, and when they opened again Flygon was standing over him.

"Oh great, what do you want?" Blade stood up.

"They're looking for you." Flygon spoke abruptly as he grabbed Blade and took off into the sky.

"Hey, let go of me!" Blade thrashed and struggled in Flygon's grip. The dragon held him tight, or at least he tried to until Blade twisted in his hands and fell. Blade might have been worried but he slammed into something on the way down. There was a sound like a pair of pokemon falling on top of each other, which is exactly what happened.

Blade had fallen on Dragonite's back, between his wings, and Dragonite had fallen onto a Goodra.

"Dragonite!" One voice called.

"Is everyone okay?" And another.

"Urgh…Get off me. You're pressing my face into the dirt. What the hell," Goodra groaned. "Ack, don't push your claws in my back."

"Sorry, sorry,"Dragonite quickly pushed himself off Goodra and stood up. He reached back him, and pulled Blade off his back.

"Hey," the sneasel protested. "Claws off the merchandise."

He heard Cameron sigh. "There you are Blade."

"Where in the distortion world have you been," Lucario asked.

"I found him for you," Flygon's said from above.

"Yeah, but you didn't have to drop him on us," Dragonite grumbled, dropping Blade onto the grass.

"Hey you try holding onto him when he doesn't want to," Flygon retorted.

Dragonite pulled a face. "I have."

"Ahh." Blade stood to his feet and dusted himself off. He looked around, seeing the trainers and the pokemon surrounding them, it almost made him feel important. "So I've got a welcoming party. How thoughtful of you all." He said in a mocking tone.

"Quit goofing around Blade," said Cameron. "Where have you been? I thought I told you not to go wandering off."

Blade kept up his tough mon act. "Heh. Come on, you gonna blame a guy for wanting to be alone with his thoughts. Isn't this dumb ranch for allowing Pokémon to roam freely. You know, so they don't realize they're in captivity."

Cameron folded his arms frowning at the Sneasel. "Seriously, if you can't behave, you're going back in your Pokéball."

"Wait a minute. I know that voice." Goodra chimed in, standing on all fours. His eyes narrowed as he caught sight of Blade. "I thought I recognised you earlier, when we were back in Alola. It really is you isn't it," he said indignantly.

Blade frowned and tilted his head, confused. "Ummm….Do I know you?"

Goodra stood to his towering full height, looming over Blade. "After what you did, you sly Sneasel, you've got a lot of nerve giving me that perplexed look."

Blade frowned more and tried to speak but all that came out was, "errrr."

Everybody else was looking from one Pokémon to another, equally confused. Cameron blurted out, "Huh, Goodra what are you on about. You've both been on our team for a while now. How can you…"

Goodra ignored Cameron and continued. "Using me as you did to get your boyfriend jealous, then leaving me cold and alone as you did."

A look of realization slowly dawned on Blade's face. "Oh…Oh yeah. It's you." He recalled it well now, Goodra frozen to the ground, his goo slicked rod stretching Blade wide.

"Now he remembers."

Cameron scratched his head. "Wait. So you do know each other….Blade, what did you do?" He asked suspiciously.

A wide grin spread across Blade's muzzle. "Hehehe. Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it. Screaming my name as you did." He taunted the dragon type.

The murmuring from the others was a deafening plea for further information.

"Wait, what's he talking about, Blade."

"Goodra, did you and Blade…"

"Ooooh ex-lovers tiff!"

Goodra's eyes narrowed to slits. He glanced around, then folded his arms and said smugly, "Oh yeah, I remember Blade from before I was caught, he acts all tough and assertive, but he's such a bottom, you should've heard how he moaned when I fucked him."

Blade raised his brows and fought the desire to laugh. "Wait…You fucked me," Before he could say any more, he noticed the way Lucario was looking at him, and kept his mouth shut. He folded his arms and looked away, with his eyes to the ground. "I'll get you for saying that, Goomy brain," he mumbled under his breath. Lucky for him, nobody heard.

"Alright, alright everybody," said an exasperated Cameron, holding up his arm to quiet everybody. "We don't all need to know the details. Goodra, Blade. Whatever you've had in the past, I expect you to work together now you're on the same team. No fighting."

"Oh, it's not fighting you need to worry about," exclaimed a smug Goodra. "It's…"

"Enough," Lucario barked. He added "both of you," Blade had opened his mouth to retort, but stopped. The two Pokémon fell silent as Lucario gave them each a glare. It seemed they shared an aversion to Lucario's ire.

Blade shot Goodra a teasing look. And Goodra returned it. Seeing that brought a certain joy to his heart. Even if he hadn't remembered when they'd done it, he remembered how, and how much the dragon liked it.

"Can we get back to training," Cameron pleaded. "Please…"

And so they did. The fight as Blade saw it wasn't particularly spectacular. Goodra had managed to withstand several super effective attacks from Dragonite. However the gooey dragon couldn't match his speed. And he fell unconscious on his back with Dragonite triumphantly standing over him. Blade had to admit, seeing him on his back again brought pleasure to him. He wanted him like that again. He needed it, needed to be filled.

"Good job Goodra," Cameron returned the dragon type to its Pokeball. "Take a long rest… Okay Jimmy your turn!"

Blade considered walking away and leaving, not wanting to stand around and watch, but he worried he was on thin ice with Cameron and Lucario. He'd been in enough trouble to begin with, he didn't need any more. And so he sat down and watched as the training continued.