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A Darker Shade of Love

By Dark Violet

He wished life would never change!

And would anyone? Especially like this, leaping through the foliage, the spring wind on your face bringing the invigorating scent of life?

The Rockruff's paws kicked up sprays of dirt as he dashed along, dancing between the bushes, the sun's rays playing through the canopy and flitting across his tan fur.

His tongue lolled from his mouth as he jumped up at a rise, tail held high as he began to pull himself up. He held onto roots for support, pulling up moss and the occasional vine as he clambered upwards. He stumbled, and his paws scrabbled at the ground-

-sending flecks of mortar and clay tumbling down into the dark alleyway below.

He grimaced, claws digging into the cheap plastic of the drainpipe, and hauled himself back up. One paw after another, he ascended quickly, his tail swaying behind him as he neared the edge of the roof-

-and jumped out over the crest of the rise.

A warm breeze played across his short fur, making him twitch his muzzle. Yes, spring indeed, with summer around the corner - you could smell it, sitting here, like anticipation for the nose. It had been the third sunny day in a row, and he was far from missing the clouds, or those long winters.

Yes; the daytime, with its blazing sun and embracing warmth; that's what he liked. He-

-never really cared for the daytime anymore. Too much light. Too much visibility. The shadows were never dark enough, and the streets always so full.

No. Tonight? It was a cold night; the kind that seizes your body with icy fangs and buries itself beneath your skin, chilling your very bones with its freezing grasp. Yes; tonight was perfect.

He took a step forward, away from the edge of the roof. He scoured the surface with his gaze, memorising the layout.

He could feel his presence. His paws twitched, his brow furrowed; his lips stretched back into-

-a broad grin, as he gazed at the woods around him. Great soaring trunks rose high into the sky, their branches like pathways; each one was an adventure, or a challenge, just waiting to be explored! Moss perfect for relaxing, a stream for frolicking in-

-bricks, they'd make for a good swing. Chimneypots; brittle, but effective. Perhaps he could find a pole somewhere, get some reach...

Too late! His whiskers twitched as air currents moved in just the wrong way. He swung around, claws bared, crouching low. He caught a momentary glimpse of claws gleaming in the moonlight, before-

-the Poochyena crashed into him!

The Rockruff danced backwards, skirting away from his friend in a whirl of leaf litter, paws planting firmly on the ground. The Poochyena posed atop the rise with an air of gleeful smugness, a single fang accentuating the curl of his mouth.

Hah! That was the game? He could do that! The Rockruff smiled, wagged his tail-

-and smashed back against the wall of the chimney stack. He grunted, pain lancing through him, but he kept his eyes focused.

His 'friend' had found an old air conditioning unit, it seemed. Either that, or he'd just found a working one and ripped it apart. Either way, a sturdy motor hung from his mouth on a rope of tangled cables, nothing more now than an over-designed flail.

There was a pause. They stared at each other; the rising moon accentuated the hackles risen across the Mightyena's back, and made the saliva twinkle as it dripped from his snout. The Lycanroc snarled back, pushing himself from the cracked brickwork.

If that's how it would be, then so be it!

He danced to the side, kicking off from the ground to feint one way, before-

-jumping at the Poochyena's tail! Not that it was any use - too fast, like always!

There was a bark, and soil suddenly clouded the Rockruff's vision. He coughed and spluttered, trying to wave it away- and then jumped at the last moment before a blur of grey fur almost hit him full on!

He landed again, panting. He looked around - there! A twig! If he could use it right...

He bent down, grabbing it in his mouth. Just as the Poochyena darted back towards him, the Rockruff raised his-

-paw, and swung the broken television aerial around. A yelp told him he'd found his target as the Mightyena tumbled to the side on his own momentum; it hadn't gone in deep, but it had done enough.

The Lycanroc smirked, panting through gritted teeth. He dug his toes into the brickwork, jumped forwards-

-and crashed into the Poochyena! Together, they tumbled down the hill, spiraling and flailing, leaving a wake of surprised yelps and gasping laughter. Their world span, and by the time it managed to right itself, the Rockruff was on top. His tongue lolled once more, and one ear flopped as he looked down at his friend-

-and at how pretty he looked as he gasped for breath, eyes mere slits in a mix of desperation and maddened rage.

That poor Mightyena. So competitive! If only he'd learn to relax, he wouldn't take losing so hard!

And anyway, he'd won the last three nights. It was the Lycanroc's turn to be the victor.

He moved his paw, allowing him a smidgen of air. Claws dug into those firm jawbones, and with his other paw, he grabbed that thrashing black tail-

-and batted it away. Stop, stop! The Rockruff shielded his face at the flurry of paws and fur. He spat out stray hairs and grit, flailing back with his own legs. After a while, he pouted, glaring pointedly down at the sore loser of his friend-

-as the Lycanroc forced his way inside him.

Oh, the howl! That was always something to look forward to, the howl of failure. The Lycanroc had never quite managed to get his own to quite the right note, and there was never enough timbre; but then it wasn't he who was supposed to be enjoying it, was it? Unlike the Mightyena's, of course...

Still, there was a duty to be performed. He squeezed the Mightyena's throat, cutting the howl off and letting it trail into a strangled cough, with in turn became a sort of barking yelp with each powerful, selfish thrust.

Come on now, dear 'friend', the Lycanroc thought. Put on a good show for me. Fight back, use those claws - it's hardly worth it if you can walk tomorrow morning, isn't that what you always say?

So the whirlwind of fur and claws continued, while at the eye of the storm was a definitive regularity; thick, wet flesh, sinking inside the resisting Mightyena with each unstoppable thrust. Again and again, bulging and throbbing, stretching that hole to its limits and beyond - oh, the sweet beyond~! And between them, the longer, lither shaft of the Mightyena danced, spurting pre into the cold night air.

The Lycanroc snarled again, the claws of his feet digging into the fragile foam of the roof. The Mightyena-

-never tired of the slap-fights! Nor the play-bites on his back, or even a well-placed bat against the muzzle. Stubborn - that's what he was! Stubborn and-

-tight! Oh, so deliciously tight!

He'd dragged the Mightyena back to the ground, throwing him against the rooftop - that had quietened him for a brief while, at least until the Lycanroc had got back up to speed. Now they continued, their maelstrom of fighting and fucking the centre of their own tumultuous world. The sound of it echoing off the nearby houses and alleyways just made the Lycanroc snarl louder - yes, let them hear, let them all hear!

Thrust, thrust, claw, snarl, growl...! The music of the night! Oh, the delightful game was coming to its inevitable conclusion, the spoils of its victory tasting sweet on his tongue, and its fire-borne pleasure began to spread through his body as he FORCED that knot inside with one final, incredible shove!

Cum gleamed in the pale moonlight, spurting out across the darkness, as they orgasmed together - uncommon, but hardly unexpected. That was the great thing about an agreement like this, taken by the right people. Pleasure taken does not mean pleasure lost, after all...

The red haze began to lift from his eyes. He stared out blankly, still swimming in his own personal glory, taking in the expansive rooftops beneath the starry, washed-out sky. That wandering gaze finally rested on the Mightyena, who stared at him with the grim face of expectation.

The Lycanroc smiled - and yanked the knot out without a moment of hesitation.

A final cry echoed around the town.

They lay there, beside one another, panting in the exertion of the fight. The Lycanroc rubbed a paw across his side - had a swing of that motor cracked a rib? He wasn't sure. The dark flecks beside the Mightyena definitely showed that his efforts had borne fruit. A point for him, heh...

He pushed himself back, propping himself up against a nearby chimney, and-

-smiled at his friend, surrounded as he was in the pile of moss. The Poochyena just stared back, with a similar smile on his snub-muzzled face.

A breeze picked up through the trees. The smell of the orchids danced across their noses, and nearby branches stirred, like the forest itself was giving a contented sigh at the idyllic afternoon that it provided.

Life was good. It was an undeniable fact, and the Rockruff grinned his tongue-lolled grin at the thought. It was good.

And he wished it would never change!

But it does.

Life is a cruel mistress. It kicks you when you're down. It thrusts responsibility at you, gives you pain and forces sorrow into you, and just when you think you've had enough, it makes you evolve. Makes you change. Funny, that.

And yet, he smiled, staring at his 'friend' - the word 'lover' didn't quite have the right connotation - as they both began to stand up and stalk back to their den for the night.

Because, as he saw it, life does change. That's the fucking truth.

And, as the shouts of humans and Pokémon alike rose around them, a cacophony of distaste and anger for their impromptu, unwelcome scene, he knew for sure:

He wouldn't have it any other way.