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Awakening	By : Demonic_Host Category: Pokemon > General Views: 19514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/N: I am changing a tiny aspect of the pokemon games. You'll see what I mean when you read, it's tiny I promise. And due to the fact that this is a fanfic I will be taking some artistic liberties.

Heartfelt Interference
Chapter Seventeen
Age Seventeen

You were in knots about what had happened and what you had done about it. Not only had Rorsh returned but he and Nox got into a fight. Normally that would be worrisome enough as it was but what they had done went beyond that. It wasn't like a normal pokemon fight where moves were traded and boundaries were respected; this one felt like it had been out for blood. Nox had genuinely wanted to maim Rorsh and that darkness in him worried you. Which was irony at it's best you were sure since his dark type had rarely coincided with the attitude he had when around you. It was only very recently that you had started to see the negative mental tendencies that Nox truly had. So while you were thrilled (and scared for some reason) that Rorsh had come back, you were worried about Nox's reaction to it.

Then there was the fact that Rorsh hadn't backed down what-so-ever. There hadn't been a moment as you went between states of consciousness where you thought that Rorsh would have surrendered. Rorsh was a pure psychic type whose strongest moves were from his psychic abilities. Which really just meant that all his moves had been useless against Nox who was a pure dark type, thus being completely immune to psychic attacks. Which you could have told Rorsh if he'd listened or if you had had enough time to do so. Rorsh had figured it out during the fight the hard way and adapted to it. Instead of using his psychic abilities directly like he would have on any other pokemon he'd focused on using his surroundings to his benefit. He'd stayed out of reach of Nox as best he could while picking up things like burning logs from the camp fire and flinging it at the dark type pokemon. Which explained the upturned or broken rocks because Nox wasn't exactly a slow pokemon himself. Especially with the amount of determination that showed in that fight, a determination that you'd only partially got to witness.

It was within those small moments there had been enough ferocious bloodlust that it gave you troubled dreams. Not just for the night of the fight, but for a few nights after. It didn't help in the least that you finished your last few days working with dragon types and moved on to Ghost types. Some of them could be downright cruel even though you knew that they thought it was all just fun and games. Really you weren't exactly sure why breeders for ghost type pokemon existed - it's not like they could actually have eggs. They were mostly spirits of deceased beings which, for some reason or another, took form once more. And then even more mysteriously they continued to function by the rules that governed all pokemon. Sometimes you just didn't want to put that much thought into it, other times it kept you awake at night. But it wasn't what was keeping you awake this night. Oh no; you were awake for the simple fact that every time you closed your eyes you couldn't help but imagine that Rorsh and Nox were going to go at each other's throats again.

What didn't help was the fact that no matter what you did you couldn't shake them. It was worse than ever before. They stood at either of your side when you walked, brushing up against you like it was some exotic pinball game, and sat beside you whenever possible. At night the two of them were glued to your bed despite your uneasy thoughts giving you fitful nights. The only time that you didn't have the both of them forcing their way into a room with you was when you went to use the toilet. Even then they stayed at the door glaring at one another. In return for the behavior you did your very best to ignore them. That wasn't to say you neglected the innate duties that came with humans partnered with pokemon. It was just that you didn't acknowledge the behaviors that made you cringe.

You'd finally given them both the slip by locking the door when you went to use the toilet and slipping through small connecting chamber to the bathing room. After a quick shower you decided to soak in the tub. The warm water turned out to be your undoing. The scent of soothing lilacs, milk, and honey soothed your nerves. It was hard to remember in that relaxed state that falling asleep in a bath was actually dangerous for your health. You'd never had to lock the doors before which meant that if you stayed too long there was always someone who could get in to make sure you were doing alright. This time that failsafe wasn't there.

When you opened your eyes, nothing seemed to be amiss. The room, somehow larger than it was before, was covered in a fine, warm water mist. The tub which you soaked in was also quite a bit larger but that didn't seem to bother you either. In fact, you were as relaxed as you could be. And quite a bit more comfortable than when you fell asleep actually.

Slowly you started to realize that there was someone in front of you. Your heart picked up in pass at that shock, and a socially informed fear spread through your chest. The person in front of you was quite obviously male. And so familiar but you knew, in the back of your mind, that you'd never actually seen him. He had fairly long silver-lilac hair which dampened by the water and the mist to hang straight around his angular face and over his defined shoulders. His eyes were a darker shade of purple, almost with a blue tinge so that you wanted to say they were indigo. Slightly above his ashy colored eyebrows was a red birthmark that somehow had a gleam to it under the incandescent lighting of the bathing room. He had a sharp type of beauty that you couldn't deny. Not to mention even the murky water of the scented bathwater did little to hide how defined the muscles of his upper arms and chest were. Yep, definitely male.

As soon as the realization that someone was in front of you set in, your hands instantly went to cross over your chest in more of an angry fashion than modest; making sure to cover as much of your breasts as you could manage while subsequently lifting them up as well. Your legs pulled up at the knees while you crossed them at the ankles. It was then that you realized that there was yet another person behind you. And oh did your heart do a flip flop at that. Your stomach as well. When had two people, most likely both were men, sneak into your bathtub? How had they done that? Even if you were angry at Nox and Rorsh you knew they would have never let strange men into the same room with you while you were asleep, much less undressed.

Almost on instinct, you started to turn around to try and see who the second person was. The fair haired man reached out for you and stopped you from turning around. You fought against his hands, water splashing out and over the side of the soaking tub. Angrily you glared at him as the sense of familiarity set in. In fact, that whole nervous and fearful coil in your stomach started to fade. You knew this man somehow. He was so familiar. If you could only close your eyes -- oh god, he was the guy who had put a blindfold on you. The one whom you could never actually see before. He was so much better than you would have thought and yet the ability to see him now instead of just feel his presence took something away.

"This is his first time. You won't be able to see him. He's not ready yet," the man restraining you said in a tone that normally would have made you shiver.

And like something had receded in your head you finally realized who he was. The man before you was Rorsh. The sensation of that realization brought a wave of sickness to you that you couldn't describe. You loved Rorsh, yes, but it was unnatural to desire a pokemon like you had. It was completely wrong to have done the things…

Oh -- you felt like you were going to be sick.

"Rorsh?"

The smile on his face was warm and it made him even more attractive, damn it. The fact that he closed even more space between the two of you only served to remind you of how wrong the situation should be. How wrong and repulsive you should find this...

"Nox…?" you guessed in a tone that probably sounded like a scared little child.

You could feel him nod and had a sense of pleasure at being acknowledged wash over you. His fingers, shadowy things out of the corner of your eyes, brushed hair off of your neck. The simple action sent a chill all the way up your body. Your stomach turned but in a completely different reason than before as desire reminded you of the precarious situation you were in.

If there was a hell, you were probably going to go to it. What had you done?

Of course, somehow, you were still unable to recognize that there was a great difference between what was happening now and reality. And that lay in the fact that the Rorsh in front of you was completely human. The only thing reflective about his normal espeon body was the colorations of his eyes, hair, and marking on his forehead. And while you weren't able to see Nox behind you, you could feel that he was as human as it appeared Rorsh was in front of you.

Rorsh's fingers around your chin slid down so that they could curve around your neck instead as his other hand slid down your arm to pull at your waist. You knew what was coming but it still happened too quickly for you to pull away. His lips were warm and moist from the air around the bathing room as they pressed against yours. Your form of retaliation came in the fact that you pursed your lips, making them as unkissable as possible. That barely seemed to deter Rorsh as he yanked you against his body, moving you through the water with quick and decisive motions. Your legs cocooned him in as he balanced on his toes and his knees, his probably perfect (damn him) ass resting on the heels of his feet.

His lips moved away from yours and started down your throat as he pushed your head back. He was being as forceful as you were in the last dream encounter it seemed, a role reversal indeed. Although unlike the last one you weren't as active of a participant. In fact, you were trying to figure out how to stage a revolt. It wasn't that his attention didn't feel good, or that you didn't trust him, it was just that this was supposed to be morally wrong. He was supposed to be a pokemon damn it! And you were supposed to be a human. This was wrong.

You felt his hand reach around you to the person behind - to Nox. In a moment you felt another set of hands on your body. These ones felt solid yet somehow the sensation spread out farther than where hands should have gone. Rorsh made sure to keep your head up by nudging you with his so that you couldn't even see the hands. Somehow you recognized in a hazy sort of way that he was trying to stop you from ruining the illusion by seeing something that wasn't completely yet. Like he had done with the blindfold. Damn him for being so...so…

Wait a minute…

"Where did you…" it was hard to put it into words because the idea was rather expansive and multifaceted in your head. "Where did you learn all this from?"

Rorsh's mouth paused just above the valley of your breasts, which your arms were still crossed over so he couldn't get as close as possible yet. You redoubled your efforts to make sure that your arms were locked nice and tight when you felt him trying to coax you into dropping them.

"Where did you learn this from?" You asked him again.

"While I was away, I observed human males with their female mates. But mostly...I learned from you," he spoke.

Your eyes widened. No words came to your mouth. It was like he'd broken your brain with that statement. You had never -! And then you realized that all those dreams, every single one, the figure which you'd only been able to catch in small glimpses...that had been Rorsh. And you had been a lot more dominating than you were being now. A blush of absolute mortification heated up what had to be your entire body. You were so shocked that you didn't realize that Rorsh had helped Nox to understand how to untangle your arms. And then Nox had a hand splashed against your stomach while another felt the weight of your breast, half covered as it was by the murky water.

In an attempt to keep them talking instead of being focused on this unnatural double team, you brought up, "I thought you two hated each other."

"That hasn't changed," Nox finally spoke out.

His voice was just like you remembered, despite the physical shift for him. It was warm and deep. Yet at the same time it wasn't as smooth as Rorsh's. There was a more gutteral tone in there. It was less eloquent and yet it was more down to Earth. And the fact that he said it while his fingers played with a rapidly hardening nipple didn't help either.

"We came to an understanding," Rorsh supplied, a languid smile touching his face. "I help him into your mind and he and I do not attempt to kill each other any more. Just like you wanted."

As that information filled your mind, you couldn't help but realize what that meant. For better or for worse they were going to work as a team. One that while they couldn't stand one another made for an excellent match - especially against you it seemed. Although it wasn't like you had really protested...you should probably start protesting about now. Or at least say no.

"This is a dream," you finally realized.

Rorsh nodded once as he pressed his chest against yours, trapping one of Nox's humanoid hands against your breast. Nox's other hand was the only thing that stopped him from melding his body against yours like Nox's was behind you. You felt Rorsh starting to pull at Nox's hand but the dark type pokemon (...human...oh this was going to be a mental nightmare for you) resisted.

"No," he seemed to be against whatever idea Rorsh was trying to show him. "I don't want to reach down there."

Rorsh shrugged, "your loss."

And then you realized what the short squabble was about. The hand that had been trying to navigate Nox's slipped down between your legs. He didn't even pause as he spread you open with his fingers, finding just the right little nub that made you twitch. Pleasure, sharp and bright, raced through your body.

"Oh sh--" for decencies sake, you cut yourself off.

He kept flicking his fingers around, harder and harder as your hands went to his shoulders. Your body kept twitching and shaking.

"What are you doing?" Nox asked as his hands went to hold your sides.

You had the distinct impression that he was glaring at Rorsh. Rorsh's expression didn't change, though you weren't able to see it after he set his forehead into the side of your neck, his breath washing over your moist skin. He angled his body so that he could reach down with both hands and continue his exploration. One that he seemed to have already gotten down to a T.

"Rorsh," Nox's voice grounded out.

You could practically hear him swallowing his pride as anger and frustration built inside of his chest.

"You said you didn't want to," Rorsh responded, his tongue coming out to flick against your skin.

"I thought I'd touch you. What are you doing to her?" Nox asked with frustration clear in his tone this time.

Instead of answering him verbally, one of Rorsh's hands left your nether region and pulled Nox's hand down. The sensation was different. You could somehow tell that there were two different people. Even if you hadn't been privy to the conversation going on around you, you still would have been able to tell somehow.

Rorsh pressed his finger up against tightly pulled skin as Nox started to feel around. Their fingers clumsily brushed up against one another as they got in each other's way. You let out a long shaky breath as Nox finally found the spot that Rorsh had been playing with. Your body jumped and twitched, sliding against the porcelain soaking tub that you were in.

"This is a dream," you repeated to yourself.

That didn't stop the sensations from feeling real. Like, seriously real. They weren't like the muted ones from the last couple of times.

"This is a dream."

"So enjoy it," Rorsh spoke out to you, the tone strained.

But just like that you woke up.
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