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Valentine's Ficlets	By : Garlyle Category: Pokemon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4764 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Scenario 8: Two (N) and Three (Black) go to an Amusement Park! The ~~Tunnel of Love~~ Ferris Wheel is a must.
Content Level: Delicious Porn

Warnings: M/M, Oral, Spoilers for Black/White version
"I don't get it. Why'd you want to take me out here?"
There had been a slight clunk to his side as the Ferris wheel started moving, leaving Black and N staring at each other in opposing seats. And that was how it was for a little bit - the two of them, staring at each other as they were raised into the air... until N moved forward.
The genius of things, Black would realise later, is that he couldn't have done anything to stop N if he had wanted. The cabin was small and locked securely. And he could have called for help but he would later find out that it was Team Plasma operating the ride in the first place and they were going to see to it that their prince got what he wanted to keep himself happy. There simply wasn't an escape option.
That was alright with Black. When N leaned in, grabbed Black's shirt, and kissed Black with a sense of urgency, Black was pretty sure he was okay with whatever was going to happen. N was strange, but he was attractive; no sense in denying himself some fun and a break from the rigors of a journey.
N broke the kiss, staring at Black hungrily. "You know... what I intend to do, right?"
Black shrugged it off, deciding he'd better make a move before N got the idea that Black was submissive. Not to say he couldn't be, but Black still didn't want to wait - he made it quite clear how okay he was with N when he returned the kiss, leaning forward enough to bend N backwards in the cramped space of the cabin. As Black leaned over him, his hands came up to explore the other's body just a little, touching and teasing, and making a good point of grabbing the front of N's pants.
He took the flushed expression on N's face as a sign of victory. "How much time do we have?"
"We have about... eighteen minutes remaining?" N having an answer on that tipped Black off that he had arranged something. Well, all the better! Maybe it meant nobody would have a chance of accidentally looking in and seeing them going at it, too? The park had been pretty empty, all things considered. "Why?"
"Not a whole lot of time for foreplay," Black sounded almost disappointed - <i>almost</i> - and ground his body up against N's. "What did you want?"
"You?" N might not have fully understood the implications of the question.
"No, no, I mean... oh, that's good enough," Black shook his head, grabbing N's lap again and grinding his hand against it roughly. "Did you bring any lube?"
N did not seem to understand the meaning of that question either. Black stared him down. "You seriously didn't--?"
"I... my apologies," N's voice was a little strained, mostly because Black's hand was still busy getting him hard. "This is... a little new to me? I don't even know why you'd need Lube."
Black hadn't been expecting that from the man who'd set this up. What, was seriously just planning to improvise his way through losing his virginity by molesting a recently-made friend on a Ferris wheel? That couldn't be--no, looking at N's flustered expression, that seemed to be exactly what he had intended to do.
"Well," Black held out for a moment, hesitating to go through with it, then decided he was a little too horny to care right now. "Fine. We still have mouths, hm?" he grinned at N, grinning almost wider when the other didn't even seem to understand that, and pulled N from their awkward position against the floor and back into his seat. The trainer sat down in front of him, starting to work off the liberator's pants, careful to keep his hands doing wonderful little things to N from the outside the whole time.
Then N was free of his confines shortly, and Black looked up to him - catching the shy look on N's face and finding it rather sweet - before he leaned forward and just teased with his tongue. N's shout was half borne of surprise, Black was fairly sure. "Watch," Black told him, one hand grabbing N around the base of his length and stroking and making the older man shiver in his seat. "I'm gonna expect this in return, alright?"
Then Black adjusted his cap to get it out of the way, and went to work. N didn't get to really watch any of it; he was busy seeing a blur of pleasure. He threw his head back to moan and hit the solid wall behind the seat as a result. Black chose that moment to remove his hand and dive down fully on N's shaft, and that kept the other from feeling much of the pain by overriding it with sensation. N's hands came down to grip on top of Black's cap, trying to tighten a little and drag him down further; when his hips rose to match, Black held him down to keep from gagging. The young trainer knew what he was doing, quite clearly.
Under his experience, it didn't take long for N to pipe up a warning. "Black... I'm gonna..." he repeated half-phrases a couple times as he held back; Black knew what was coming, but he stayed down and continued to please the other. He wanted what he got - that salty taste that N poured down his throat. And managing to glance up and catch N in the throes of orgasm, leaned back and shouting with the enthusiasm Black rarely saw from men.. was quite a compliment as well.
Black finally pulled off, licking his lips and the tip of N's length once more to clean it off. While N recovered, he made his own move, sitting down across from the other and undoing his clothes quickly to get himself out. N almost didn't seem to notice at first, so Black pointed. "Mind... returning the favour?"
N, for a few moments, looked almost like he might refuse as he stayed locked in place; then he settled down to his knees in the middle of the cabin. His hands came up first, almost timid - like he'd never seen another man's flesh before. Black was beginning to wonder if, had he of not done anything, N would have had any idea what to do beyond kissing - he seemed like such a clueless child. It was another oddity to add to Black's list of things he found strangely... alluring, about N.
He couldn't say that N's blowjobs were part of that list though, once N got down to it. At least, not for this first one - he was hesitant, slow, and almost methodical about it, trying to do what Black had done only to stop himself when he thought he might be strained. "Hey, curl your lips over your teeth," Black tried to offer advice after he felt them almost biting him at one point. "Try using your tongue a little..." he was sure he could tutor N to do something incredible, but right now Black couldn't say he was exactly thrilled. It was still pleasurable, but he'd hoped for a lot more when N had come onto him.
When Black gave his warning that he was going to cum, N had pulled clean off and set about to using his hands on Black. If the trainer was disappointed, there wasn't really any time to show it before he came - the first shot hitting N's cheek and the second the hem of his clothes, before the others dripped down Black's length and over N's hands.
"Prince N! What...!?"
Black was suddenly aware they'd stopped moving, and the door to the cabin was open, and there was a Team Plasma grunt staring at them. At N, who was down between Black's legs, staring at him with a face stained with fresh cum and hands around Black's dick.
"What did you do to our prince!?"
Black's mind was already recovered enough to catch the oddity the second time. Had that grunt just called N 'prince'? Prince of what?
N wiped his hands off on the seat, standing up to walk out of the ride, the red-faced templar hurrying to his side and using his sleeve to clean off the splatter on N's face. Then N turned around, to look at Black.
Black did his pants back up as he stepped off the Ferris wheel, and put a hand on his belt of Pokeballs. "You're..."
N smiled, and raised his arms, Pokemon bounding to his side; one that Black had never seen before shimmered out of the air, a phantom of a bird that looked like it had been drawn on a cave wall rather than floating there in the air in front of him. It landed on his shoulder, tail feathers wrapping around it like a talon to balance itself.
"How dare you soil Prince N, you peasant--" the grunt began, but N put his hand up to silence him.
"Don't worry. Sorry, Black... You understand, right?"
Black nodded. Somehow, he felt like this was just part of how things had to be - he didn't feel betrayed at all, like something in the back of his head told him he should. "Yeah," he nodded, drawing a Pokeball from his belt. "Let's do this."

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Next Episode: In a fit of bravery, Silver protects Lucas from a bear!

A/N: Hey, we're done eight of 'em now! That means we're a little over a third of the way there! If you've been following this far I'd love to hear some reviews, even if it's just a "Hey, keep it up!" - and don't forget, I'm taking challenges for the grand finale!
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