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content within: DUB-CON, intercrural, silver being a jerk, gold being a moron, an unconventional use of a pool table

It had been over a year, a full year, since Silver had shown his face. Gold had, for the last two years, more or less settled pretty comfortably into the heart of Goldenrod City. Officially, he was working on improving his talent for the breeding and raising of Pokemon and their eggs, but it was more that he still spent most of his time in Game Corners and, as he’d reached age, bars with the local boys. Crys saw him often enough, often with a penchant to pull his ear and give him a few stern words, and Red even found time in his busy schedules to come see him, but mostly he was cut off from the other Pokedex holders. Lately, he’d even thought Explotaro and Ataro had been carrying a bit more weight in their bellies than usual. If the old hag from the Daycare was still around she’d have had way more than a few stern words for him.

More than one year, though, was an insane amount of time for Silver to be off doing…whatever it was he did. Brooding, training his Pokemon, carrying out really important tasks on his own, probably for old man Oak, brooding. Hell, maybe (and likely) casually averting a few terrorist threats from the new branches of Rocket that kept springing up. That was definitely Silver’s style, with the completely stupid silent heroics.

Mostly, though, he suspected he was just brooding. He wouldn’t even answer his phone, or his emails, or any of the ways Gold had tried to get into contact with the bastard.
So, the second he saw him, buttoned up in his stupid black coat with his hair over his eyes and his shows clicking against the pavement, it was only natural to throw an apricorn at the back of his stupid head. He turned and there was a flash of recognition on his face. Gold seized his shoulder before he could walk away, grinning at him and tapping his chin with a pool cue.
The other man, grown tall and lean over the years, sighed and his shoulders sagged and Gold knew he had him, for a few hours at least. There was no way that, on some level, he didn’t want to stick around a little bit. He turned and shrugged at him, allowing himself to be pulled by the crook of his elbow and steered back into Gold’s life for the evening.
It was about time, really, Gold thought. He should probably be pissed off, shout at him or something, but if he did that he’d fly off and vanish again, and then it would be another year before another chance encounter like this. He had to make it count.

“I’m not really fond of bars.”

Gold rolled his eyes, slipping a few coins into the pool table. The balls rattled out into the shelf at the bottom with satisfying clunks as he continued to set up the game. Silver was rolling the bottle of beer Gold had more-or-less had to force into his hands between his gloved palms, staring down the neck of the bottle. The beer inside was still untouched.

He took a sip, and Gold’s eyes were briefly drawn to the movements of his pale throat. He swallowed uncomfortably, concentrating on setting the balls into the rack.

“That’s disgusting,” Silver said, putting the bottle down on the table behind him.

“Stop complaining, come on. It wouldn’t kill you to have a good time,” he said, turning to lean against the pool table, looking the other man up and down. He had only changed in tiny increments since they were kids, getting taller and more filled-out. He’d never really moved on from his all black attire, and never really cut the hair, now tied in a red knot at his neck. His shoulders made sharp slopes, tight in his breasted coat, and the contours of his body cut down sharply into a tight waist and long, firm legs. Under the coat, he knew, were the sharp curve of collar bones and the lean muscles of his stomach and arms.
Silver raised an eyebrow at him and Gold looked away, preoccupying himself with taking a long gulp of his drink. His mouth felt dryer than a Sandslash’s ass.
“Whatever, take your damn coat off. You always look like you’re on a mission.”

“I’m comfortable,” he said, and Gold gritted his teeth. It would be so easy just to slam down the cue and storm out, probably punch in Crys’s number and throw a grade-A tantrum at her over the phone when he got back to the apartment, and let Silver go be difficult and miserable elsewhere. It would be so easy, but no, he couldn’t. He was sick and tired of Silver getting away from him all the time and acting like he didn’t give a crap. It wouldn’t kill the guy to smile and have a drink. Maybe a few beers would loosen that age-old stick up his ass.
“It’s rude, man,” Gold replied, forcing a smile. Silver shrugged and took the cue from him, looking down at it and twisting his mouth into a displeased crescent.

“I’m not planning on staying long,” he said, in that same flat fucking tone of voice, and the same nerves that Silver had been hitting since they’d been 10 years old stung again. Silver’s temper had waned a lot over the years, and now he was just the same clinical, cool bastard with everything and anything. He only ever dared crack a smile at Blue. The best Gold could hope for was an irritating smirk.

He pulled the rack up from the balls and set up the cue ball, angling the billiards cue over his fingers with practiced ease. Silver slumped against the wall, watching him in blank silence.

“Shut up, drink your beer and play a game with me, it won’t goddamn kill you,” he said, hitting the cue ball and sending the billiards whizzing across the table, one already ricocheting against the sides and into the pocket, “Have you played this before?”

Silver shrugged.

“What do you think?”

“Oh yeah, allergic to fun.”

“I like to think I just more never got the chance to play. Games aren’t my thing.”

Gold rolled his eyes.

“You’ve got a chance now. Drop the childhood trauma stories and write a biography, man, shoot some pool. It’s a Friday night.”

Silver looked around at the crowds around the bar, clustered around tiny tables inside and out, and the groups of girls giggling into their glasses of wine, falling against the shoulders of handsome boys with their arms around their tiny waists.

“I can tell,” he said, fidgeting. Crowds, figured.

“Look, dude, we can go somewhere else. You only been to my place once, and it’s actually clean for once –“

“No, come on, I don’t want to prolong this,” he said, angling up his shot.

“Yeah, what a tragedy would that be,” he said. His nails were biting little crescents into his forearms, “Just shut up and take the shot.”

The cue ball bounced off the side of the table and rolled onto the floor, under it. Gold exploded into laughter, and Silver sniffed with extreme dignity and ducked under the table to retrieve it.

“Let me do that again,” he said quickly. Gold shrugged, leaning back and watching him replace the ball, angling again to retake the shot. He leaned over, coat sliding up to reveal the smooth white of his hips. The cue rocketed down, and scraped a clean line into the green, and Gold howled with laughter again. The barman looked over, glaring as Silver made a small noise and tried to pat it down.

“You suck at this,” Gold told him, with all the obnoxious cheer and Silver-esque smugness he could muster. Silver shot him a dark look, one he’d honed through many years practicing his brooding arts and turned his attention back to the table, the balls, the cue in front of them. He was giving them hard, appraising stares they didn’t really warrant, like they were some foreign puzzle he had to solve.

“We can’t all waste our time playing this game,” Silver mumbled, his usual calm demeanour beginning to crack. Gold stretched up and rested his hands behind his head, still laughing as Silver reangled his shot and managed to take a successful put. Not successful in that he pocketed any balls or really made any progress, but successful in that nothing was damaged and all the balls remained on the table. He caught the glimpse of a smile on the other boy’s pale face, his thin lips and hollow cheeks twitching at the small triumph. Silver was looking thin as ever, thin-nosed, thin-waisted, thin-smiled, and he wondered if the dude had ever considered just calling quits on his wanderings, and staying somewhere with a real bed and real food waiting for him.

He took the cue from the other man’s thin fingers and took another shot, expertly pocketing another ball without much though. Silver’s small smile dissolved into a frown, and that similar look of frustration took over, and Gold couldn’t help but grin in delight. However much he tried, he’d never really get one over on him.

Gold won within the next few shots, and Silver, teeth gritted, dug in the pocket of his pressed trousers and pushed another few coins into the table with a few quick clunks, readying the table for another game. Gold won the next, and the next, and Silver’s face started to bloom red, and Gold could practically hear his teeth grind, and he couldn’t possibly be any happier.

“Hahaha, you suck at this so much.”

“Shut up,” Silver snapped, the note of the 10 year old boy who used to battle ringing strong and high-pitched in his voice. Gold leaned back and watched his ineffectual attempts at the game, grinning so hard he felt his face actually ache.

“Boys, are you done yet?” the barman said, leaning on the bar. The other patrons had long left, and the dim orange glow of the streetlights outside was the only one keeping the bar lit. Gold turned around and shrugged unapologetically.

“Might be a while yet, mister,” he said. He sighed and got up, fishing a ring of keys off his pocket and plucking one off, holding it out to Gold.

“Fine, Gold, lock up when you leave and give that key straight back to me, there’ll be trouble if you don’t,” he said, his gaze stern. Gold shrugged and snatched the key up, flipping it over in his hand absently, “Alright, I’m going home. You two take care of yourselves now.”
He left, closing the door behind him and Gold leaned over the table at him, where Silver was still angling his next shot, his head so low that his butt was sticking up in the air comically behind him. He grinned and showed him the key.

“Just us, dude, huh?”

“Fantastic,” he replied gruffly. Gold moved to the other side of the table and leaned his arms over him, resting his palms on the back of Silver’s knuckles and moving his body and arms, shifting the pool cue to a more favourable position. Silver stuck out his elbow, pushing into Gold’s stomach.

“Look, dude, you have no idea what you’re doing, let me help,” he said, pushing back. Silver pushed back harder.

“I can do it fine myself!” he snapped, twisting around to push him away. Gold seized the pool cue in both hands, and Silver grabbed it from him, and they struggled until it clattered to the ground, and Gold kicked it away, seizing Silver’s wrists hard enough for the stubs of his nails to bite into the skin.

“You are so difficult!” he hissed, pushing his face closer to the other man’s. Silver’s nose wrinkled and he looked away, hair pushed back behind his head and showing a slice of pale, smooth neck. Gold licked his lips and continued, “You vanish for months at a time without saying anything, do you know how irritating that is?”

“I thought you wanted rid of me,” he said, voice suddenly, infuriatingly calm, “We certainly have had more than enough difficulty getting out of each other’s hair in the past, I don’t see why we need to make things more needlessly complicated.”

Gold’s grip tightened on Silver’s wrists, teeth biting into his lower lip.

“We aren’t getting rid of each other any time soon,” he said, almost shaking from anger, “I know sure as hell you don’t want to.”

He said nothing to that, stare unreadable, but Gold didn’t spend much time trying to read his face or what he wanted or what he was thinking, that wasn’t really how he did things. Instead, he closed his eyes and moved forwards and pressed his lips hard against Silver’s, warmer than he expected and colder than he remembered. It was only a second before Silver’s wrists were wrenched out of his hands, and his fist swung forward and knocked him backwards. He stumbled back, even as Silver tore off his jacket, red-faced and panting.

Gold opened his mouth to shout some obscenities, when Silver grabbed his jacket and swung him around, knocking the back of Gold’s hips sharp against the side of the table, and crushing his mouth under his, hands digging into his shirt. He made a sharp noise in the back of his throat, half a growl half a moan, as he pulled back and threw his gloves to the ground, settling his fingers tight in Gold’s hair as he kissed him again.

Gold had no fucking idea what he was doing, but he was sure this was what he had wanted, so he slumped under him, letting Silver pull his hair and dig his nails into his shoulder. This wasn’t what he remembered from a year ago, and while it had never been tender, hell no, not by a long shot, there’d been something here other than Silver’s frustration.

Silver pulled back, pushing Gold by his chest to lie back on the green of the table. Gold blinked, head bumping against the other side of the table and one of the cue balls digging into his back. Silver stared back, panting and looking a bit blank, a look of confusion. He croaked out his name.

“Yeah? Uh. Are you ok there?” Gold replied, mind racing and thighs tingling despite himself. Something had settled into the pit of his stomach that made him feel dizzy and terrified, but his cock was already getting harder under his jeans. He shifted to rub his bulge against the denim for some, any, friction and Silver swallowed hard, fists clenched.

“Can you, focus, for one second?” Silver breathed, watching the saccades of his hips.

“You’re the one looking,” he said, hands diving down to undo his belt. Slapping his fingers away, Silver stopped him and climbed onto the table, knees on the wooden ridge, palms pressing down against the green and body arching over him. For a brief second, Gold noticed a few nicks and scars on his collarbone, neck and shoulders and something in him twinged weirdly before he was being wrenched up and onto his stomach, Silver digging his nails into his scalp and twisting his dark hair around his fingers. Gold’s heart leapt to his throat, and that weird stomach-tightening feeling of dread mixed with excitement returned in one big leap.

“You. Are the most infuriating person I’ve ever met,” Silver said, his breathing thick and his voice low and strained. Gold felt a bulge bump against his thigh, and he jumped a little. Silver made a noise and grabbed his shoulders, forcing him back down and pushing his face down against the table.

“Silver, you’re gettin’ a bit –“ Gold was cut off as Silver smacked the back of his thighs rough with the palm of his hand, sending a spark jumping up his spine and forcing a pathetic whine out of his wet mouth.

“Shut up, for two seconds. Just. Shut up,” he said thickly, pulling off Gold’s belt and yanking the jeans down to the bottom of his thighs. Gold shivered as the cold air hit his legs, and he felt the smooth leather of his own belt skid past his skin. For once, he shut up, lips tightening and feeling himself tremble, stupidly. He reminded himself sharply this was what he wanted, ignoring the urge to pull up his jeans and push Silver away, embarrassed and hot-faced. He felt a small pool of drool forming from his mouth, under his cheek.

Silver leaned over him, breath wet on the back of his neck, and secured the belt tight and rough around Gold’s wrists. Gold looked back at him, eyes growing wide at Silver’s red cheeks and heaving chest. His Adam’s apple moved up and down slowly as he breathed heavy, loud breaths in and out.

“Silver –“

“Well, this is what you dragged me here for isn’t it?” he said wearily, wrapping his hand around one of Gold’s brown thighs and squeezing. Gold swallowed and tried to move his arms, pulling against the leather. They wouldn’t bulge, and were digging red welts into his wrists already. His cock was fully hard now, the head wet with precum and leaving a dark patch against the front of his boxers.

“Yeah, just, I don’t know,” he said, wondering what the fuck he was doing or saying. He had never tried to put off sex before in his life. He wanted to get fucked again, was the up and down of it, right? Just he hadn’t expected his cheek to be against the rough green of a pool table, or his knees to be sore against the wood, or his cock to remain untouched. He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the waistband of his boxers slide down, Silver’s hands cold as fuck against his bare skin.
“We’ve done it before, however ill-advised that whole escapade was,” Silver said. Gold gritted his teeth, “So. I don’t know. This is what you want, that much I get. Everything else remains obtuse to me as it – or you – have ever been. Unless you have something to say?”
Something to say? He probably should. If he was someone else, he’d probably have a hell of a lot to say, and it’d be a lot more profound than the volley of swearing he wanted to launch at the other man. Instead, Gold merely remained silent, legs quivering. Silver’s hand was resting absently on the curve of his ass, while his other fingers probed the tight line of his thighs.

“I didn’t really think so,” he said, his voice drawn tight as a wire. He licked his fingers and ran them around the tight ring of his hole, and Gold only tensed into himself further, breath hiccupping in his throat. He pushed the first, then second, finger in without warning and Gold gasped, gritting his teeth at the sharp, electric jolt of pain.

“H-hey, dumbass, does it look like we – uh?” he gasped, body jumping as Silver working his finger in and out slowly, the movement painful but making his dick twitch and his head spin. Silver pressed a hand to the back of his head again, pushing him down as he quickened his pace and Gold cried out.

“F-fuck, dude, that is not going to work. Need lube, you tool,” he stammered, the line of his shoulders drawn tight and his neck twisting to try looking back at the other man. Silver looked back at him, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth (stupid habit, stupid habit he knew all about) before pulling his fingers out and smoothing them almost apologetically over the curve of his hip. He gripped his hip with one hand and unzipped his trousers, drawing his thick cock out from his pants. Gold fidgeted again, trying to shuffle away without much commitment, but it did the job of making him stop.

“Oh yeah, get somethin’ bigger. That’ll help,” he grumbled.

“I wasn’t intending to do what you’re thinking.”

“Huh? Well what the he-”

“Shut up and stop squirming,” he snapped, shoving Gold down again. He groaned, a weird sort of excitement pulsing through him again. Silver licked his fingers again and slid them between his thighs, slicking them. Gold suddenly understood, and wanted to kick him. How the hell was he supposed to get anything out of that?”

“Shut up,” Silver said again, before he could even say it. He closed his mouth, letting himself lie limp as Silver shifted him by hip, thigh, hands brushing horribly lightly over his dick, and manoeuvred him into position with rough pushes and pulls of his hands.

He pushed his thighs close together until the skin pressed against them, and smacked them again, making him jump and strain against the leather around his wrists. He tried to see what was happening, but Silver gestured for him to return to the position he had left him in. He shifted obediently, and felt hands gripping his thighs and Silver’s cock being squeezed between them. His breath caught in his throat, and Silver tightened his grip, thrusting in and out fast enough. The table creaked and groaned under them.

Fingers digging into the flesh of his thigh, Silver moaned behind him and Gold swallowed, body tensing from his shoulders to the smallest line of his back. He wanted to feel a hand, or at least, something, on his cock, but he still couldn’t struggle free of the restraints, and Silver was remaining tight-fisted. Not in the good way.

Silver seized him by the hair, and flipped him over again, holding his legs up and over his shoulders. He thrust only a few more times before coming in long streaks of white, against Gold’s chest, stomach, chin, thighs. He pulled away, mutely turning away to pull up his belt. Gold sat up, swinging his wrists over his head and sitting, uncharacteristically subdued, with his pants still pulled down and Silver’s cum still hanging in a string from the edge of his chin.

He made a small noise that may or may not have been Silver’s name, and he turned around to eye him quietly.

“You can take those off now,” he said, indicating the belt, before reaching over and undoing the buckle. Gold pulled away, feeling his own cock start to become flaccid as Silver made no indication he was going to return the favour. Something inside him ached, creaking like a home that had been left empty for a long time.

He tucked it inside his boxers and hiked up his jeans, wiping the cum from his face with his sleeve. Silver pulled his jacket over his arms, obscuring the little scars and remains of bruises from what Gold suspected was a really long time ago. He shifted, his chest aching.

“You leaving?”

“I suppose. I can probably make some progress to Ecruteak before daybreak,” he said.

“Y’could do with stopping in an actual bed tonight. I got room.”

“No, that’s –“

“Don’t be a jackass. One night, all I’m telling you is to crash at mine for a couple of hours and leave in the morning like you’re not a total asshole.”

Silver shrugged and Gold grinned, reaching out briefly, thinking of taking his hand, before sliding his hand into his pocket. Maybe he could actually keep him for longer this time.

The returned home as the sky went grey with the coming dawn, falling asleep on Gold’s futon.

Silver had left by daybreak.

Morty/N. Humorous fic involving them handcuffed together. PG-13 or under.

N and Wally cross paths and are blown away by how identical they are.

Which leads to making out and possibly sex.

Giovanni/Cyrus

They're on a quest for domination..... in the bedroom.
Rough, angry sex preferred. Maybe noncon if anon feels like it.

I need this like an angry god needs a new ~~toy to break~~ universe, so dibs.

... but if anybody else wants to cash in, feel free.

Yay anon! Made my day! :)

By Daisy, I mean Misty's older sister.

Something about the progression of their relationship (maybe they were initially all "LOL awkward nervous phase" and over time they've become more mature and comfortable with where they see themselves going?) Can be smexy or fluffy or both, I'm not picky. I would quite literally settle for anything semi-serious.

~~What's that, I'm the only one here who likes this pairing? In fact, I'm the only one who likes these characters? Well then...~~

Misty, May, or Dawn. Actually, any female gym leader, too, doesn't matter.

Whoever girl is selected loses their clothes in a battle against a wild pokemon, and is forced to go to a populated city without clothing. They're groped/molested to orgasm, but they don't mind - no nasty rape or emotional breakdowns, please.

SECONDING THIS

Oh, oh gosh, anon. Seconding this!

Writer anon; does it have to be non-con and mpreg? I have an idea about tent pokemon->N and its con.

Yeah.

Someone gets off by saying/using N's real name in a sexual fashion with N. Can be N with anyone but Ghetsis. I would be happy if its someone non common like Red or Corless.

Yes to mpreg, but I don't care if it's con or not. Sorry I didn't reply earlier, I didn't see it!

Probably gonna get a one way ticket to Hell for requesting this... Thank jebus for being anon, amirite?

Ghetsis/N: rape, abuse, or non-con -- take your pick. Or all three!
Bonus points if you can include something about the act being a "right of passage" for N's kingship.
If you wanna throw in some bloodplay, breathplay, or spanking, I may name my firstborn after you, but I make no guarantees.

Oh god I would write this but....I can't do non-con.

This kind of breaks my heart anon but +1

Giovanni/Male Grunt - gunplay, rough sex

Team Rocket member loses/steals/misplaces money, and the Boss properly punishes him.

Morty/Kris

Kris is a ghost, and Morty is the only one who can see her.

Morty/Archer. Ethan(or)Lyra ended up screwing both these guys over in a way. So, both post game and trying to get a move on with their lives. But they're both goal-less now and it's hard.

This reminds me of this one picture: http://zarclonia.tumblr.com/post/44887777712/some-things-just-should-not-be-by-spookydoom

The Dragonlady said that Dawn's pokemon must completely open up their heart to her before they can learn Draco Meteor.

Dawn, having a bit of a fetish for pokemon, decides that the best way to do that is to seduce her young Gabite/Garchomp.

Bonus for hemipenis. Double bonus if even after all the fucking, the Dragonlady still won't teach it Draco Meteor.

I will admit, I had seen that before I sat down and wrote!

AWE cool beans! IThat picture. was the first thing that came to my mind when I read it.

seconding this so hard

Cynthia/Lance

sex in public because she's a good girl who wants a bad boy.

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