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Ho’crap, I wrote a Paul/Ash slash fic. I think this calls for ‘O-M-G’ing. ...Okay, not really.

A note beforehand: Ash is 16, and Paul’s around...whatever you think he is in D/P. I have my
guess, but I’d rather not say. Also, just to limit the confusion, the words in normal text are the
events/reason/situation leading up to the italicized words. Which is why, at the end, it’s in
normal text. ...Yeah, sounds confusing, doesn’t it.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Pokemon.

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            Paul had a habit of abandoning things he thought were useless. Though, Ash was an
exception to this, and he could never let him go. Of course, the younger trainer would never drop
even the smallest of hints that he actually cared for him. That just wasn’t his style.

            “Ah...Paul...” The black-haired teen murmured as he was pushed down, closing his eyes.

            But Paul’s manners did change when Ash’s old-time friend came into the picture. Gary.
Just the mention of his name would cause a scowl to appear on his face; the Pokemon researcher
just pissed him off. However, Paul knew when Ash was around Gary, not showing the tiniest bit
of jealousy would be the better course of action.

            “You love me, right?” Paul murmured, a slight sneer gracing his features as he ran his
fingers across the teen’s chest.

            Ash crowded him; he clung to the researcher constantly, to the point that it could be
called suffocation–anyone else would have gone insane. But Gary loved it (he probably enjoyed
the attention) and made an effort all the time to flaunt his Ash in Paul’s face. And the purple-haired trainer would only narrow his eyes and look away in disgust.

            He shuddered, back arching when two soft fingers played with his nipple, causing him to
let out a long shaky breath. “Y-yeah...Paul. I...I love you.” Ash could have sworn he heard a
little snicker following his words, but he dismissed it.

              Ash was his and no one else’s–Gary had made that clear to him the first night they had
met, and many times after that. “Why would I want that pathetic fool anyway?” Had been Paul’s
response; he even threw in a fake frown to top it off. The researcher may have fell for it (or not),
either way the younger boy continued to keep up the charade of ‘not giving a damn’.

            “You sure...?” He planted small kisses down the center of other’s chest, his left hand
pressing into Ash’s side sensually as it trailed downward (his pointer finger managed to leave
one deep, red mark). When Paul had reached his waist, he lifted himself up some and narrowed
his eyes. The room was a bit dark, yes, but he was able to discern the outline of Ash’s face.

            He didn’t know who he was more pissed at: Ash–for playing him that way, or Gary–for
just fucking being there. There had been many times when their paths had crossed, and they
would constantly try to one-up each other by showing how many badges they’ve earned.
And, despite the fact that a small argument would always ensue, their paths ended up meeting in
the bedroom (or deep inside the forest, depending on the location). There would be moans,
gasps, screams and various words of affection would be thrown around carelessly.

            He winced, hissing briefly while the pain from his side lessened. “...what do you mean?”
Ash whispered raggedly, opening his eyes slightly. Paul didn’t give him an answer, instead the
younger trainer towered over him, seemingly gazing over his body as he licked one of his hands.
He lowered his head, catching Ash’s mouth with his own; the black-haired teen made a small
noise, trying to indicate that he wanted his question answered. But that went unheeded, giving
him the impression that Paul was trying to ignore it.

            ‘I love you’. Ash may have acted like a child (he certainly did look like one), but even he
should have known the true meaning of those words. He was almost seventeen–of course he had
to know. So he had taken it to heart–“Paul, I love you.”–and believed him. Yet he didn’t let that
hinder is usual behavior, his common cruel remarks, or his everyday swagger when it came to
Ash. No, not when he was with Brock, Dawn and his Pikachu.

            Paul continued his passionate kiss, ignoring the questioning noise the other had just
made. No, he couldn’t deal with the truth just yet. He tilted his head, pushing his tongue through
those soft, lush slightly parted lips and explored every inch of Ash’s mouth that was
possible–casually fighting back the older boy’s pathetic attempts of disruption–while his hand
went due south again, feeling the faint heat from the teen’s burning erection. His own exposed
cock quivered with anticipation; all those dirty thoughts were seriously taking effect.

            Only when they were by themselves would Paul allow his cruelty to wane; he would joke
occasionally, leaning back on a wall as Ash would go on about some bullshit like such a child.
He gave him a true smile (though, even with Ash, that was rare) and sometimes allowed himself
to laugh. Because Paul thought Ash Ketchum was worth all that. But then again, Paul had a
knack of attracting things that weren’t.

            Ash arched again, whimpering as he felt a slightly wet hand wrap tightly around him. He
only became louder when it started to slide up and down at an even pace, making his hips buck
suddenly. Ash tilted his head to the side, wanting to pull away for a breath of air. He was
granted that reprieve as Paul drew his face a few inches away.

            “You’re...good...with your...tongue.” Ash foolishly complimented through uneven
breaths, shutting his eyes before a high-pitched whine left his throat. His finger gripped the red
sheets underneath him, “Ack, Paul...”

            He was only going to be around for eight days tops, but Gary Oak managed to undo every
tie Paul had made with Ash for three months in only two days. “Make sure you stay away from
my Ash, got that?” The researcher had muttered harshly, slamming the younger trainer up against
the wall. Which was what had prompted Paul’s comment about not wanting someone so useless.

            His eyelids lowered and he kissed the writhing, black-haired trainer beneath him once
before pulling away completely. The speed of his hand slowed considerably (he knew Ash’s
stamina), and Paul looked off to the side of the bed for his backpack. Once it was spotted, he
leaned over and swiped it up, letting go of Ash’s arousal. “Paul...”

            “Shut-up and be patient.” The said teen snapped back, rummaging through the papers,
booklets and socks to find the small, gray tube he was looking for. He grabbed it and threw his
backpack to the ground again. Paul glanced down lamely at his own erection as he began to
apply the substance to his hand.

            Paul had caught them kissing on more than one occasion (the two had probably thought
they were alone; how wrong they were) and he wasn’t that surprised to see Gary being the one to
take the initiative. But even he had to admit he was a bit surprised when he saw Ash–dear, sweet
innocent Ash–not giving a rat’s ass and making out with his fried anyway. In a Pokemon Center,
no less. Which was why...

            Ash watched with droopy eyes as Paul slowly applied the lubricant onto his cock; the
sight only caused him to let out a suppressed moan as he placed the back of his head onto the
Joy supplied black pillow as he waited. The weight on the bed shifted and Ash bit his lip when he
felt a finger probing his entrance. He couldn’t help himself from uttering a pleading “Paul” as
he waited.

            Paul simply ‘hmphed’ before slipping a finger into him, and Ash sighed with delight.
When Paul added another finger and started a scissoring motion, his sighs escalated into loud
gasps and groans. His hips shifted constantly while his hands continued to mercilessly grip the
bed sheets. “...just go...”

            ...He had decided to stay with Ash and friends at the Hearthome Pokemon Center. Gary
may have gotten to him first, but he would be damned to not get him the most. It had been funny
to Paul–Ash and Gary were so close, and yet they didn’t share rooms? Whatever the reason may
have been, it made it easy for Paul to get to Ash’s with little disturbance (he had to use Elekid to
get Pikachu away, though).

            “Of course...” Paul answered, moving between Ash’s legs and lifting them up. He placed
both of his hands on either side of the teen’s hips and readied himself. “Remember...you have to
be quiet...”

            “I know, I know.”

            He couldn’t stop himself from murmuring: “You know, huh?” before pressing his cock
against the other’s entrance with gritted teeth, Paul slowly pushed in, grunting a little. He
clamped his eyes shut–Ash hadn’t allowed much preparation for himself, so the purple-haired
teen had some troubling sliding in.

            The whole time, Ash was making noises that sounded like a cross between a whine and a
moan. He thrashed his head left to right repeatedly, one of his hands letting go of the sheets and,
instead, latched themselves on his own side. Paul looked over Ash once he was all the way in,
and let out a somewhat sexy laugh.

            “Ash–”

            “Move.”

            The sharp demand came as a surprise to the younger trainer, but he did as he was told,
drawing out slowly before ramming back in. Ash tossed his head back and let out a pleasure-induced scream, his back raising just like it had done many times before.

            Paul bit back the urge to yell himself (he was being too damn loud) and did it again,
keeping it at a more even and quick pace. Each time he thrust, Ash would claw his side and
incoherently moan someone’s name (Paul assumed it was his own). And each time he pulled out,
the trainer would only exhale and blissfully sigh.

            Paul observed with one eye all of Ash’s reactions (how he would use one of his hands to
clutch a handful of his black hair, how he would unconsciously begin rubbing one of his
nipples–like that would help anything–and how he would start playing with himself) which he
used to spur him on.

            Soon, his thrust became more desperate, more fervent, much quicker. He dug his nails
into Ash’s waist, groaning and gasping with each movement. Paul leaned forward and continued
to slam into him, making sure to hit Ash’s prostate each and every time.

            Ash moved against him, trying to make his rival’s erection reach as deep as it possibly
could. He hissed constantly as he squirmed around; that pleasurable feeling quickly starting to
build up inside him. He bit down on his lip, firmly squeezing his own once before jerking it
back.

            “God, Ash I–”

            “Ah...Gary!”

            By the time Paul had registered Ash’s words, he had already thrown his head back, his
body arching inwards and he emitted a low moan as he came. His mind was too cloudy from the
orgasm to even care, get mad or be depressed. The only thing he was actually able to think about
was Ash’s groaning from his own (and how it sounded an octave higher than his), he could feel
the warmth of something wet spurting on his chest and he knew exactly what it was.

            Paul fell on top of Ash straightaway, though he did bother pulling out beforehand. They
were both sweating profusely and breathing heavily, and had their eyes closed lazily. After a
while, however, their breathing began to return back to normal and Paul wasn’t too whipped to
roll off Ash.

            “...Paul...” Ash whispered when the purple-haired trainer had moved off next to him.

            He cringed and shut his eyes tightly. He didn’t want to hear the truth, he didn’t want to
deal with it right now. “Yeah?”

            A few seconds passed before Ash actually spoke up again, “That was...” However, he
stopped when Paul pushed himself up and stared over at him with cold eyes.

            “Was what?” He asked in a matter-of-fact voice, grabbing one pillow and wrenched the
case off.

            Ash visibly winced. “Awesome...”

            Another moment of silence passed between the two Pokemon trainers before Paul
opened his mouth, using the pillowcase to wipe off the semen that had landed on his chest.
“Glad you think that.” Was all he mumbled before shakily getting off the bed, tossing the cloth
near Ash’s side.

            “You’re going all ready?”

            Paul snatched his clothes from the floor one by one. “You want anyone to find us
together?”

            “Guess you’re right...” Ash sighed, flopping back down on the bed and reached for the
covers.

            Within seconds, Paul had his pants, socks, and shirt thrown back on (albeit a bit sloppy)
and he stuffed the remaining articles into his one-strap backpack. Before making his way
towards the door, he went to the far right of the room to the windowsill and opened it wide.
            “Paul.”
            The room was soon flooded in a cool breeze, which Paul hastily breathed in. “What?” I
don’t want to deal with it now. Tell me later.

            “Night.”

            You didn’t realize that you called his name instead, did you, Ash? He only scoffed as he
pushed himself away from the window and walked to the entrance. He reached forward and
grabbed the doorknob. “Good-night.”And that was accompanied with a loud slam. Paul started
down the silent hallway of the Pokemon center, the wooden floorboard creaking with each small
step he took.

            Paul walked to his room only a few doors down with downcast eyes and an emotionless
face. He soon began to have an eerie feeling that someone was following him (and his suspicions
soon proved correct as he heard irregular footsteps at his behind).

            An arm wrapped around the tired boy’s shoulder, and the smell of expensive cologne
filled his nostrils. “I told you he was mine...” A mockingly sinister voice whispered into his ear.

            Paul frowned, shaking the arm off him without much trouble. He whirled around, and
glared at the researcher, the dim lighting in the hall making him look threatening. “And I told
you that I didn’t need a pathetic loser like him.”

            Gary sneered and crossed his arms, shaking his head. “You’re lying.”

            “...What?”

            “You didn’t say that last time.”

            Paul rolled his eyes and threw his arms up in the air in exasperation. “Yes I did.”

            “Believe what you want. You’ll have to face the truth sooner or later.” Gary then let out
his annoying-ass mocking laugh before turning around to go to his own room.

            Or so Paul first thought. Till he saw the older boy take a detour into the room he had just
come out of.

            Bastard.

            It did hurt. And though Paul usually abandoned things he knew were pathetic, Ash was
that one exception. And he would never let him go.
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