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Friede swore he spotted the two-tone-haired young man somewhere in the market. He ran through the streets, cursing that he’d left Charizard back on the Olivine with Mollie for its routine health exam. He dodged people left and right, trying to spot the man again. Hell, he even climbed atop a railing to get a look, but there was no sight of him.

Dejected, Friede hopped down, leaned against the railing for a moment to sigh, and then pushed off. He was in the market, he might as well buy something while he was there. That was his plan anyway. Until he saw that black and white hair again.

It was him. Friede's eyes weren’t tricking him this time, as they had so many others. He tried to hurry to where he saw him, but when he got close, a large crowd of people and Pokemon blocked his way. Iono had started a stream, and her peppy “'Ello, 'ello, hola! Ciao and bonjour!” rang through the air, but Friede ignored it. He had to get through the crowd. He had to. He was desperate to reach his destination—Arceus knew why—but he just had to. So much so that the man’s name escaped Friede’s throat in a yell.

It was like slow motion. The young man turned his head, and those violet eyes locked onto Friede… and then he ran.

Friede panicked. He forced his way through the crowd, completely ignoring the comments he got, called after the man, and ran after him. He couldn’t say why he was doing it. He just did it. He skidded around a corner, leaving the shopping district and heading into the alleyways of Levincia. He didn’t get a chance to slow down before a move was called, and a Ceruledge was barrelling towards him, appendages on fire with a Night Slash.

“Woah!” Friede did a hook slide at the last second to dodge. “Let’s calm down for a second, okay?”

Ceruledge stopped and held its stance. Then, from deeper in a nearby alley, “Why are you chasing me?” The cool, calm voice of the man Friede had been chasing made his heart flutter. “I haven’t targeted you or your friends lately. Why seek me out? What do you want?” Always straight to the point.

Friede stayed seated on the ground, staring at the man, sure that he was making some kind of expression that displeased the other in some fashion.

“What do you want?” The man practically growled at him, but when Friede said nothing, he narrowed his eyes and pulled out a Pokeball. “Ceruledge, return.” The Pokemon returned, leaving the two alone. “If there’s nothing, then I’m going.” He reached for his other Pokeball—Corviknight’s—and Friede panicked again.

“Amethio, wait!”

His desperate plea made the man stop and stare at him. “I’ll ask again,” Amethio said, “what do you want? I’ve done nothing to you nor your crew, so what business could you possibly have with me?”

“I-I…” Friede’s breathing sped up. It wasn’t as though he had business with the other man. The truth was, he hadn’t seen him since the incident with the Black Rayquaza. His voice was uncharacteristically quiet when he spoke. “I just wanted to see you.”

Amethio wore an expression of confused disgust. “You wanted to what?”

“I wanted to see you,” Friede repeated, more sure of himself as he pushed off the ground. He made his way closer—Amethio moved back. But Friede didn’t stop until Amethio bumped back against the alley wall. “I wanted to make sure you were okay. I haven’t seen you since…” he paused. “I was worried.” Friede’s hands were close to touching. He could barely hold himself back. Back from what exactly he didn’t know.

There was something in Amethio’s eyes that he couldn’t place. It was a strange softness that lasted a fraction of a second before they narrowed, and Friede took a direct hit to the gut, leaving him hunched over and stumbling back. He peered up at Amethio, eyes watering to see the other man seething.

“You have nothing to be worried about. I’m perfectly capable of handling myself. Don’t treat me like a child.”

Friede regained composure. “I would never!” he said. “I’m one of the few who know you’re just short for your age.”

Watching Amethio’s eyes widen at his words was worth the almost kick in the head that Friede narrowly blocked with his hand. Amethio tried to pull his leg back, but Friede wasn’t letting go. He tugged him closer, causing them both to fall. “Bastard,” Amethio cursed from beneath Friede.

“You’re rather feisty today,” Friede said, but his playful jabbing melted away when he saw the tiniest hint of red on Amethio’s cheeks. He was cute when he blushed.

The thought alone had Friede reeling backwards and smacking against the nearby alley wall, heart beating wildly in his chest.

Amethio sighed softly, sat up, and looked over at Friede. “Idiot.” He didn’t get up right away, but he brought his knees up and rested his arms on them. “Did you really seek me out just to see if I’m okay?”

Friede swallowed and nodded. “I think so, yeah.”

“You think so?” Amethio looked unamused.

“I-I don’t know why exactly. I thought I saw you, and my body told me to chase. I didn’t have a plan—”

“Do you ever?” Amethio cut him off. “Where are your Pokemon? You didn’t call either of them when I attacked you.”

“Ship,” Friede answered.

Amethio blinked at him. “Moron,” he said. “What if it was a ploy? What would you have done?”

Friede shrugged. “I would’ve figured it out. I always do.”

The two were quiet for a moment. Amethio had huffed and looked at the ground while Friede continued to stare at him, heart still beating quickly.

“I’m fine, really,” Amethio said, breaking the silence. “I can handle myself with the Explorers.”

Friede didn’t really believe him and gave a, “If you say so,” and shook his head. He worried because he knew how many times Amethio had come to their aid. “Listen—”

Amethio cut him off again. “Thanks, I guess.” Friede was taken aback. Amethio was thanking him? He watched as Amethio got up, walked over, and knelt in front of him. “You’re being uncharacteristically mute right today. What’s on your mind?”

“I can’t say,” Friede admitted. “I don’t know what’s going through my head right now.” His eyes focused on Amethio’s lips, and he swallowed nervously.

“I think you work better on instinct than actual thought. Don’t you?”

Friede was panicking again. Just when his heart was starting to calm down, Amethio drew closer. He was so used to being confident with everything he did that he never thought he’d act like this in front of someone he was attracted to. His eyes widened upon his realisation, and he thought about what Amethio had just said. He did work better on instinct than thought. That’s how he worked.

Heart in his throat, Friede brought a hand up and caressed Amethio’s cheek. He expected him to pull away or lash out, but he didn’t. And that cute, near-invisible blush had returned. Instead, Amethio steadied himself with one hand on Friede’s shoulder. It was slow, unsure, but when their lips touched, it was like a blaze had been lit between them. Friede felt it in his gut, and he pulled Amethio closer, kissing him a little more confidently.

Things started gently and frankly, innocently. Hesitant kisses to sate their curiosity until Friede got a little bolder. He swiped his tongue over Amethio’s lips, only for Amethio to jerk back and stare at him. “Don’t run away,” Friede’s voice was quiet, pleading, even.

Amethio scoffed. “You want to make out with me in a dingy alleyway?” He questioned and pointed to some nearby trashcans. “Where there’s garbage?”

“You have a better place in mind?” Friede grinned. “I can’t take you back to the Brave Olivine with all the construction going on. I’m sure Orla or someone else would notice you.” Likely Ludlow. He noticed everything.

“I have a place,” Amethio said. He stood and crossed his arms. “Follow me. It’s not that far from here.”

Friede had to admit that it sounded a little like a bad romance novel. He wouldn’t say anything about it, but he thought about it. Friede hadn’t expected Amethio to call out Corviknight and climb on its back. He joined him without hesitation, hands holding onto Amethio’s small waist, and Friede’s mind wandered. When Corviknight took off, Friede was forced to hold on a little tighter, arms curling around Amethio’s waist to hold on. In the sunlight, Friede could see the blush that extended from Amethio’s cheeks to his ear and the back of his neck. Cute.

Amethio’s “not far from here” turned out to be a small hideout on the cliffs overlooking the city. He’d been expecting some kind of penthouse or something, but being away from the city was good. They weren’t likely to get interrupted now. Friede paused his thoughts. Interrupted from what? His closeness to Amethio made him think real hard about what he wanted. What was he hoping to get from this encounter?

“Come inside,” Amethio said once Corviknight was returned to the Pokeball.

I’d like to, Friede thought, reeling from his own mind.

It was a cosy hideout. Simple and not over-decorated. A few small windows were covered with curtains, a kitchenette, and a bathroom. The bedroom and the living room were in the same room, but that didn’t matter. It was cute. “I come here to decompress,” Amethio said, startling Friede from his thoughts.

“It’s nice,” Friede replied.

Amethio hummed and grabbed Friede’s wrist. Friede allowed himself to be pulled to the single bed, his mind buzzing because they could’ve just kissed on the couch, but if they were going to the bed. Oh boy. Friede’s heart fluttered. How far were things going to go?

“Kiss me again,” Amethio said as he pulled Friede onto the bed with him. They sat on the edge of it a little awkwardly. But Friede wasn’t going to say no. He wanted to know what Amethio tasted like—what sounds he made when he was pleasured.

Friede kissed Amethio again with little hesitation. This time, when he swiped his tongue over his lips, Amethio parted them. Immediately, Friede thought the taste was addicting almost as much as the way Amethio softly moaned when Friede wrapped an arm around him to pull him closer. It didn’t take long for Friede to have Amethio on his back, legs hooked over his lap as he indulged himself. Amethio’s hands grabbed onto the collar of Friede’s flight jacket, holding onto it at first before he started trying to shove it off.

Friede pulled from the kiss to shrug his jacket off but paused when he saw the state Amethio was in. Hair a little tussled, cheeks red, lips swollen and slightly open. It went straight to his groin. He stripped his jacket quickly and pulled his pilot goggles off with it. Amethio’s leg pressed against his clothed erection when he pushed himself up, and before Friede could react with more than a gasp, the petite man was pulling him back in for another kiss. It was fine until Amethio began rutting his ass against Friede’s thigh. How was he supposed to keep his composure after that?

He assumed that was the entire point. Amethio kept doing it up until Friede reached for his front. He felt Amethio’s erection through his slacks. From the feel of it, Friede wasn’t the only one affected by their kissing. He palmed the other man’s crotch, feeling damn near every inch of him. Amethio moaned into Friede’s mouth. It wasn’t long until Friede was bold enough to finally get his hands under Amethio’s clothes. He started with his shirt, pulling it up to expose his abdomen. He slipped an arm beneath Amethio’s waist and splayed his hand across his bare stomach while his other hand moved up to work the other man’s high-waisted pants down. Amethio didn’t allow Friede to do it by himself. He helped him get his pants down to his knees, and then Friede pulled them the rest of the way off, taking his shoes with them as he tossed them to the floor.

With Amethio bare from the waist down, Friede wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to control himself. It was his turn to rut against Amethio’s ass, pressing his clothed erection against him as he wrapped a hand around the other man’s dick. There was no hesitation this time. He stroked Amethio’s cock as they kissed, drinking up the soft moans he got in return. And when Friede was unable to keep still, he rutted against him, dry-humping him through what clothing was left. Amethio panted softly, letting Friede’s name roll off his tongue as though he was pleading for more. Amethio tried to spread his legs, but Friede held him in place, driving him mad with each pseudo-thrust.

Friede wanted to watch Amethio come undone beneath him. He pulled from Amethio’s lips and stroked him quicker, thumb pressing against his slit as he drove him closer to his orgasm. Amethio grew clingy the closer he got. Hands grabbing what he could manage. One grabbed Friede’s shirt, and the other found Friede’s hand on his stomach and laced their fingers together. Friede watched after that. Watched as Amethio’s cheeks flushed a deeper red, his lips parting to pant and moan. And finally, when he reached his peak, Amethio cried out a moan, his body stiffening, and his legs both trying to push Friede away and keep him close at the same time.

Amethio’s breaths were ragged, and he jerked with each additional, slow stroke Friede gave him. “Friede,” he breathed, bringing the hand that had clung to his shirt to caress his face. Friede allowed himself to be led back down. He kissed Amethio for what seemed like the hundredth time, yet it still felt like the first. When they parted this time, Amethio’s sweet and dazed demeanour had vanished. “Take me,” he said, “right now.”

“Huh?!” Friede gasped. “I can’t just stick it in, you know!”

Amethio rolled his eyes. “Then hurry up and prepare me. Don’t make me do it myself.”

Friede swallowed the lump in his throat. As much as he’d like to see Amethio finger himself open, he didn’t think he could handle it right now. It would have to wait until next time. Arceus. Would there even be a next time? He hoped so. For the moment, however, he needed to figure out how he was going to do this. They didn’t have any lube, and spit wasn’t a good lubricant… Amethio saw the way Friede was looking at his own soiled hand, and his eyes widened. “Don’t you dare.”

“We don’t have anything else,” Friede argued. Thankfully, his messy hand was free to do as he pleased since it wasn’t the one Amethio was currently laying on.

“Use your own!” Amethio said, but Friede shook his head.

“Let’s not test my refractory period right now.” Friede grinned, and though Amethio tried to argue, Friede had already smeared his cum over his fingers and wormed his hand between them, pressing his middle finger against his hole. “Have you ever—”

“S-shut up,” Amethio hissed.

The deep blush on Amethio’s face told Friede everything he needed to about that question. “To yourself?”

Amethio growled. “Friede!”

Friede laughed softly. “I just wanted to know how much I needed to prepare you.” He didn’t give Amethio a chance to reply this time as he plunged his finger third-knuckle deep. It wasn’t much, but Amethio jerked and moaned, eyes closing momentarily. He didn’t look uncomfortable, which told him he’d at least done it himself enough to feel good.

He curled his finger, pressing it against Amethio’s prostate. Amethio let out a stuttered moan in response. When Friede started thrusting, Amethio’s body loosened, and when he was pliable enough, he added a second finger. Amethio’s quiet little chant of Friede’s name started again. Not only was it cute, but it was also wreaking havoc on Friede’s erection. He wanted to be inside him so badly. Make him fall apart and cum on his cock. The thought alone made Friede pulse in his pants, and he quickly added a third finger, spreading them to work Amethio open. The cum was doing wonders as lube.

He pulled his fingers from Amethio’s ass once he started thrusting back against them. “Finally,” Amethio sighed.

“Oh, I’m sorry for not wanting to split you open with my dick our first go around,” Friede said, mainly teasing, but there was some truth to it.

Again, Amethio rolled his eyes. “Hurry up and fuck me, Friede.”

Those words coming from Amethio of all people. It made Friede’s head spin. “I’m going to need my other hand for this part.”

Amethio scoffed and released him. He pouted a bit when Friede pulled his arm away. But it didn’t last long as he watched Friede get his belt off and worked his pants down. Amethio watched him with hungry eyes, licking his lips when Friede finally released himself from his clothes. He stroked himself with his cum-covered hand before positioning himself. He grabbed hold of one of Amethio’s legs and lifted it over his shoulder, exposing the small man to the room, to which Amethio covered himself with his hands in a rather shy display. It didn’t last long, however, as Freide pressed into him. Friede was careful as he entered him, accompanying Amethio’s moan with a deep groan. When he was fully seated, he kissed the pale skin of Amethio’s leg. He was blushing even there, and Friede couldn’t help but think about how cute it was.

Friede gave a single, slow test thrust and faltered when Amethio let out the sweetest-sounding moan he’d ever heard. He thrust a second time, then a third. Soon, he had a pace, fucking into Amethio slowly. Amethio was twisted onto his front, clinging to the bed after abandoning his attempt to shield himself. “F-Friede,” he moaned his name and peered over at him. Friede had to admit he wasn’t the biggest fan of their position, and Amethio didn’t seem the most comfortable either. Amethio let out a small “no” when Friede pulled out, but he didn’t complain again when he was turned onto his back, and Friede moved between his legs. “Are you going to do it properly now?”

“I was doing it properly before,” Friede said.

“You call what you were doing proper?” Friede watched as Amethio stripped his shirt off, leaving him nude before him. “Why am I the only one without clothes?”

Friede smirked. “Because you just stripped the rest of yours off. You want me naked? Fine.” Friede was rid of his clothes before Amethio could complain—not that he wasn’t watching. Boots, shirt, then pants and boxers, they were all piled on the floor. Both completely naked now, Friede didn’t waste any more time. He pushed Amethio’s legs apart, positioned at his entrance once again, and seated himself in one swift thrust.

Amethio arched and moaned, a hand pressing against his own lower abdomen. “You feel deeper somehow,” he gasped. Friede twitched and began his slow pace again. “Ngh, Friede,” he tossed his head back.

“You sure say my name a lot,” Friede said. He slipped an arm beneath Amethio’s ass and lifted him up, pressing deep. Amethio moaned his name again, proving his point. “You’re so cute.”

“Don’t call me cute when you’re—ngh—doing that.” The that that Amethio was referring to was how Friede kept rutting his hips against Amethio’s ass when he was flush against him. “You could say my name. I-I don’t think you’ve said it since you called out to me.” How Amethio was keeping conversation with him while Friede fucked him was beyond him. He would have to change that.

Friede anchored himself onto his other arm, leaning in to kiss Amethio as he rolled his hips against him. When they parted, lips still brushing against one another, Friede spoke quietly, “Amethio,” he said, “is that how you want me to say it? Amethio,” he said again. The blush on the other man’s face spoke volumes. He kissed him again.

When the slow pace didn’t do it anymore, Friede hooked his arms beneath Amethio’s knees, bent him in half, and fucked him quickly. It was enough to have Amethio writhing beneath him. Coming undone just as he wanted. Friede never saw himself as being a master at sex, but seeing how Amethio reacted to him certainly boosted his ego. Amethio tried to hold back some of his sounds, but Friede wouldn’t let him. He bent him even further when he leaned over and pinned Amethio’s hands by his head. His thrusts may not have been quick in their position anymore, but they were certainly deep. He could feel each squeeze around his cock as he abused Amethio’s prostate. Amethio was leaking not long after. “Please,” Amethio pleaded, “a little more.” Friede didn’t have any plans on stopping. He felt Amethio clench around him when he grew close, legs tightening around his arms and his fingers squeezing Friede’s. He came with a cry, and he trembled in Friede’s grasp.

Friede was close. He wasn’t sure if he should pull out or not. How mad would Amethio be if he came inside him? Would he enjoy it? Would he hate it? Looking at him, Amethio was too far gone to make a decision. Friede chased dangerously close to his orgasm and pulled out the last second, shooting cum onto Amethio’s ass and then his abdomen. Amethio looked up at him with glazed eyes, those violet irises looking so beautiful in the light, looking every bit like the gemstone Amethio was named after. “Friede,” he murmured, and Friede released Amethio’s legs in favour of getting closer to kiss him again. He really enjoyed kissing him, and he wondered if he could get away with stealing one or two the next time they met for battle.

“My back hurts,” Amethio complained when they had settled on the bed.

Friede chuckled and rubbed his new lover’s lower back, trying to work out the kinks he had created. “Sorry in advance for the stiffness over the next few days.”

Amethio “hmff’d” but relaxed into Friede’s gentle embrace. “If I have any trouble because if it, it’s your fault. I will call and complain.”

“You’ll call?” Friede smiled. “Suppose we’ll have to swap contacts after this.”

“Yeah,” Amethio nodded tiredly. “Are you going to stay for a while?”

Friede tucked a bit of Amethio’s hair behind his ear. “If anyone needs me, they’ll call me. For now, I want to stay here with you.”

“Do you like me that much?”

“What will you do if I say yes?”

Amethio was quiet for a moment. “I’d be happy.”

Friede hugged Amethio tight against him. “Then, yes,” he admitted. “I chased you through Levincia with no Pokemon and no plan. Just instinct.”

“Because you were worried,” Amethio added.

“Because I was worried,” Friede confirmed.

Amethio hummed softly. “Thank you for worrying.”

“Good news is, I’m not going to stop even after this.”

“You shouldn’t,” Amethio said. “My subordinates are loyal to me, but I’m sure Spinel and the others are up to something.”

Friede sighed. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Amethio nodded. “Just… be ready.”

Friede didn’t know how long he was there after he dozed off. All he knew was that he was being rudely awoken by his Rotom phone’s insistent “Ring! Ring Ring! Ring! Ring Ring!” Amethio practically threw it at him. “Hey, Murdock! What’s up?” He flinched when Murdock asked where he was and said that he’d been gone for hours. “Everything’s fine,” he said, “I just got caught up, is all.” Amethio sat on the edge of the bed, still nude, and Friede reached for him. Thankfully, it wasn’t a video call or things could’ve gotten awkward real fast, but with a promise to return to the ship soon, Friede hung up and sighed. “I guess that’s my cue,” he said.

“The shower’s ready if you want to take one. Probably best you don’t return smelling like sex, or else you’ll have some serious explaining to do,” Amethio said.

Friede nodded, “You’re right.” He sat up and smiled. “You could’ve woken me up when you went to shower.”

“And have you make a mess of me again?” Amethio asked. “I don’t think so. I can barely stand as it is.”

“I wish I could say I’m apologetic for that. But I’m not.” Friede said. He stretched and walked to the bathroom. He was quick to shower and dry off with the provided towel. He didn’t bother covering himself when he walked out, smiling when Amethio blushed at the sight of him. “Will you return me to the city?” He asked as he pulled his clothes on.

Amethio nodded. “That was the plan. No use having you spend hours getting back down there since you didn’t bring Charizard.”

Friede chuckled sheepishly. “I’ll try not to forget him next time.”

“Next time?” Amethio asked. He was already dressed and looking like his prim and proper self. “Who said there would be a next time?”

“Won’t there be?” Friede asked, pausing putting his flight jacket on in favour of leaning on the bed to kiss his lover.

Amethio wrapped his arms around Friede’s shoulders, pulled him closer, and kissed him back. “Let’s get you back to your needy crew,” he said when he pulled away.

Friede sighed. “You’re right,” he said. “We should get going. Oh! Before we go.” They swapped contact information on their Rotom phones. “Call me when you need to or if you want to meet up. I’ll get to you as quickly as possible.”

“Thanks, Friede,” Amethio said.

The two made their way out of the hideout, and Friede realised how long he’d been away. The sun was beginning to set, and Friede was sure the others were worried about him. “Thio,” Friede said, getting Amethio’s attention in an instant.

“What did you just call me?” He narrowed his eyes.

“Do you hate it?”’

Amethio was quiet for a moment. “No,” he said. “what is it?”

Friede kissed him again but kept it chaste. “Just wanted to get another kiss in before we got back to town.”

“Idiot,” Amethio hissed, face reddening. He called out Corviknight and climbed on, not saying another word until Friede climbed on behind him. Fried was much closer this time. “Don’t grope me.”

“I wasn’t going to do that!” Friede defended. “Not without your permission, at least.”

Amethio scoffed, and Corviknight took off. They were back in Levincia in no time, and just as Friede hopped off the Pokemon, Amethio grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled him into a passionate yet chaste kiss. “I’ll… call you,” he said. “You better answer.”

“If I don’t, assume something terrible’s happened.”

Another peck on the lips and Amethio was off. Friede watched as Corviknight disappeared out of sight and sighed deeply. He hoped Amethio was okay. He worried about him. He wished he could steal him away and hide him on the Brave Olivine, away from the Explorers, where he could protect him. He pulled out his Rotom phone and opened his messaging app, notifying the crew that he’d be back shortly. He was thankful he had time to come up with an elaborate lie for the others to believe. If he played it off, they’d likely leave him alone about it. It wouldn’t be the first time Friede’s gone off on his own before, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.