Bitter Sweet
#2 of Sweet
Terrance and Cletus get ready to leave Alola
Chapter Two: Bitter Sweet
Early on into looking at property listings in Castelia City, Terrance learned that he was not going to enjoy living in Castelia City. Everything was so expensive. There were apartments that cost more than a farm with seventeen thousand acres of land. Then they had to look at travel expenses, getting everything through customs, and a regional passport for Terrance since he didn't have Unova citizenship. More than once, Terrance had to step away from the laptop on which they did all this work to try and calm down. To think, years ago he balked at how much money it would cost to send Cletus to school. The property prices made him pitch the idea of living on the houseboat at Castelia City more than once. But upon looking up Castelia's long-term docks, they found no open moorings.
The two of them talked about this while in the sleeping area of the houseboat, the only place where Cletus' laptop could get a wifi signal, and where they could both lounge on the snorlax-shaped bed. Cletus breezed through the digital interfaces, in a way that made Terrance wonder if he'd practiced for the eventuality. The luxray knew a promotional code to use in a Realtor's website to get Chasers sponsored listings for their new players. Then Cletus started to ask him things he couldn't quite understand like 'open concept loft' or 'condominium'. Terrance had to put his foot down on the issue because Cletus was so lost in the excitement that he failed to notice his boyfriend's frustrations.
"I don't know what those words mean!" The mouse suddenly shouted and caused his boyfriend to jump in surprise. Terrance's cheeks sparked and his tail thrashed to convey his anger. "I didn't get to the big fancy school and learn all these weird words--so could you slow down and explain?!"
Cletus recovered from the much smaller man's outburst and started the explanation behind what he had brought up earlier. The lynx would be sure to glance over at his boyfriend, to make sure what he said was correctly parsed. "...so the idea is that it's just a space with as few restrictions on what you can put where," Cletus said. "You get to decide where the sleeping space is, where offices are, stuff like that. Sound good so far?"
"That sounds like a stupid idea that landlords tricked people into thinking is smart so that they didn't have to bother hiring architects," Terrance replied, effectively nixing the open concept options.
"It so totally is." Without missing a beat, Cletus navigated to the townhouses section. "Any of these look good to you?"
Some did, but any time Terrance looked at the listed price alongside them he felt sick. "Not really. Couldn't we live... outside the city itself? Where you could just take a train or something to work?" Terrance's sickly feeling diminished as Cletus showed him some suburban homes, but it was the difference between being struck with both hands to being struck with one as far as he was concerned. "Why is everything so expensive in Castelia?! Do they not want people to be able to afford living there?!"
Cletus hesitantly nodded, to Terrance's befuddlement. "Castelia City's kind of the home of the whole world's financial industry. Basically, it's where the rich people who have so much money that it makes more money for them on its own live." The lynx pushed aside the laptop to roll on his side for boyfriend cuddles. Terrance filled the space beside him, and let the gentle rumble of Cletus' purring help calm him down. "What's up with you? You're all stressed out--and you shouted just a bit ago! That's as rare as an honest politician."
Terrance's rounded ears flicked back when Cletus brought up the yelling. 'People with power don't yell', as he had spouted ad-nauseam during his bratty teenage years. "Everything you've shown me about this place costs more money than I've ever seen in my life." The raichu's tail sought out the luxray's and wound round it. "_I_don't have any savings, so I can't just magically make the money to buy a place like that just... appear. And it worries me that you think I can."
Cletus realized early on what the issue was, and mentally punched himself for letting the situation get so far out of hand, but permitted to let Terrance talk, just in case Terrance had other worries that used the rare moment of emotional vulnerability to escape. The significantly larger man drew the blue-eyed mouse to meet his gaze. "I want to preface this, by saying it's my fault for not telling you. I'm sorry." Cletus braced himself for the admission that would resolve the issue. "Each team in the league has a budget of money they use in recruitment... that is offered as cash bonuses to incentivize players signing with the team. So, um." Cletus turned and coughed, suddenly nervous about talking finances with his boyfriend's undivided attention. "I got a pretty big bonus, so I can swing pretty much any place we saw on that website. Just... pick the one you like the most?"
For a solid minute, Terrance didn't move or say anything. For sixty seconds he just stared at his progressively more uncomfortable boyfriend. "How much did your bonus stack up against others in the league?"
The question threw Cletus for a loop, and he stammered briefly before he could articulate the answer. "Um. Highest of the Chasers rookies, third highest in the league overall?"
"So, as far as the Chasers rookies go, you're the gold medalist? You're the Kahuna?" Terrance's expression shifted from stunned to lewd as he pushed Cletus onto his back, then straddled his hips. The raichu seemed to enjoy the 'confused-but-interest-to-see-where-this-goes' expression on Cletus' face. He pinched his chin between his fingers in a thinker pose, all the while he could feel Cletus' groin bulge out beneath him. "No, no. I think I'm the kahuna here, and you...," he trailed his free hand down Cletus' chest while he pondered. "You're an avatar of Solgaleo, enraged that I have neglected to give you what I owe you."
"Is... the fact that I have a bigger 'professional baseball dick' than the other rookies turning you on?" Cletus' question was voiced with a mix of confusion and awe. Usually, it would be at least a day before the raichu would be willing to plot out a roleplay session, and the sex in between would be mostly vanilla.
"In case it hasn't been obvious over the past five years of us having sex," Terrance leaned down to whisper into Cletus' big ear. "You asserting your dominance over others in multiple different venues turns me on. Now!" Terrance leaned back, further than he had initially so that his ass was planted firmly on Cletus' growing bulge. "It'll be a long walk there and back, but unlike the Tapus, Solgaleo doesn't mind impersonation or having sex on his holy ground. You down?"
Cletus casually reach over, flipped the laptop upside down so it wouldn't catch the bed on fire, and sat up with his boyfriend still on his lap. "Solgaleo demands his due."
It was a long trip to the altar of the sunne, by the time the raichu kahuna arrived, it was nearing sundown. The legendary Pokemon would be displeased even more so by the lateness of the hour. Normally, the kahuna would bow their head only to the island's Tapu guardian, but Poni and Ula'ula had the special privilege of featuring the temples to the emissaries of the sun and moon respectively. That meant that the kahunas for those islands had to pander to two potentially devastating physical gods with wildly different notions of 'morality', 'value of life', or 'personal space'. Solgaleo was particularly severe in that third category, exemplified in the demands he would place on the kahuna.
With psychic levitation, it was easy to ascend the implausibly lengthy staircase up to the butte where the altar of Solgaleo lay. The altar wasn't a palace, but an open-air courtyard surrounded by the sandstone gorges of Poni Island. The Sunne altar was one of the few oases in the arid middle portion of the island, so plantlife grew around the channels of water that flowed freely. The raichu would be able to appreciate the beauty of the altar were it not for the circumstances of his visit.
Terrance, the kahuna, was dressed as if he had just come from work. His normal clothes hidden underneath a blue-green boilersuit, with a duffle bag over one shoulder. He floated, balancing on the broad lightning-bolt tip of his tail to sail over the worn stone to the focal point of the altar--the middle ground between the stairway, and the Sunne-disk which Solgaleo used to collect the sun's energy. The legendary Pokemon's avatar was already there and quite displeased.
A luxray, perhaps an omen of how viscerally displeased Solgaleo was. His mighty arms and legs were decorated with beaded strings and flowers from the altar's impromptu garden, and he seemed naked except for a skirt made of palm fronds, and a heavy necklace bearing the spiked-hoop symbol of Solgaleo. The luxray's lip curled as the raichu kahuna approached, and his body language conveyed impatience, frustration, and pent-up energy. "You are late, mortal," the avatar of Solgaleo all but snarled. "My hunger grows with every moment, what have you brought me to stave off your flesh being my meal?"
The kahuna, Terrance, made no effort of hiding how done he was with Solgaleo's antics. A great and mighty god should not behave like a child demanding to be fed. Still, he stepped off his tail, knelt down, and set the duffle bag in front of himself. "Sorry, work dragged on late today. If you'd bother to learn how phones work--," Terrance's exasperated explanation was cut off by the legendary pokemon's avatar channeling lightning along his arms.
"Enough excuses! My meal, or your flesh! Either will suffice!" The legendary Pokemon's avatar paced in front of Terrance like a caged animal.
The raichu sighed and unzipped the duffle bag to lay out its contents for the sun's emissary. A brand new cocksleeve, a bottle of sunflower-scented lube, his favorite, a Bad Dragonite dildo inspired on the legendary Rayquaza, and three of the sluttiest porn magazines that Terrance could find. Solgaleo's appetites weren't literal, hungry for food, but metaphorical hungry for release. Because the sun's emissary couldn't figure out how to masturbate like every other pent-up guy.
Solgaleo's luxray avatar pounced upon the offering like a starving man would a hamburger. Terrance rolled his eyes and stood up to leave the god to his lustful release.
"Have fun, try to make the lube last this time. It's expensive."
A warning growl from the luxray froze Terrance in his tracks. "How _dare_you, mortal?" He threw the trio of magazines at Terrance when the raichu turned to face him. "You have offered this to me before! Three and a half years ago, this was offered to me!" Solgaleo's avatar rose to his full height and sparked menacingly as he approached Terrance. "Your offering is rejected, now your flesh will be my meal!"
Terrance, in light of the situation, glanced at his wrist where no watch lay. "Oh, would you look at the time, I gotta go." Then he ran as one should when an angry god pursued them. Unfortunately, Solgaleo's avatar closed the gap and snagged Terrance's tail just below the bolt-tip in his jaws. The slightest bit of pressure from the feline's teeth filled Terrance with instinctual dread, his head was filled with genetic shouts for him to get away at all costs.
"I don't need you to have this puffy piece to make use of your flesh, mortal," Solgaleo threatened around Terrance's tail. "Consider how strongly you resist."
The raichu did and stopped pulling against the luxray's grip. He stood statuesque while the physical god reached out for his boilersuit. The moment Terrance's tail was free, he used his psychic powers to explode the boilersuit that Solgaleo's avatar gripped him by. Once free again, he hopped onto his tail and floated away like it was a skateboard. With the protective suit gone, the tan-brown body of the raichu was mostly on display as his normal clothes consisted of a tank top shirt and short cycling shorts that barely concealed his underwear. Today had been a bad day to wear his 'are you nasty?' shorts, Terrance decided when Solgaleo's avatar pursued him on all fours.
Once he got to the stairs, he had to dodge a sudden lunge from the luxray, which sent the electric/psychic type spinning back toward the altar. He became so dizzy, Terrance fell off his tail transport, and his left shoe flew off from the force of his spinning. His pursuer recovered faster than Terrance, and he just barely got his right foot up in time to block another attack by the sun's emissary.
The luxray's jaws clamped down on either side of the salmon-colored sneaker, then yanked it off. Solgaleo's avatar seemed upset that the shoe would dare, and spent a moment tearing it to shreds of cloth and rubber while Terrance crawled away. It bought him scant seconds, however, and soon after Solgaleo pursued him again.
Perhaps, Terrance thought as the luxray tackled him and pinned him to the stone tiles on his stomach, it had been futile to try resisting the sun's emissary from the start. But he had to make the attempt to avoid whatever 'use' the god sought to make of his body--if only because he had work the next day, and people would ask why he was limping.
The sun's emissary haphazardly forced down the mouse's cycling shorts and did a double-take at what he found beneath. "You adorn yourself with my symbol, perhaps you desired this outcome from the very beginning?" Beneath the cycling shorts had been a pair of white bikini briefs with the symbol of Solgaleo occupying most of the seat. These two were forced down and off the raichu's legs. For a moment, Terrance was free again and he tried to capitalize on the moment as he had before. But instead, he found his own underwear thrown over his face and used to wrangle him back into the luxray's pin. "No no. I am done playing with my food."
Solgaleo's avatar left Terrance's underwear over his face, positioned so that his mouth was visible through one leg hole, and an eye the other, then used the cycling shorts to bind Terrance's arms behind his back. With his 'meal' properly restrained, the physical god retrieved the sunflower-scented lube that had been part of his rejected offering and positioned himself to behold the raichu's rear. Terrance, for his part, was certain he was blushing so hard it was visible through the underwear over his face. The luxray's hands lifted Terrance's hips up until his knees were beneath him, in a 'head down, ass up' pose. Whereupon the luxray popped the top on the lube bottle and poured out a generous quantity onto his fingers.
"Solgaleo is not vengeful, no matter how much one such as you would deserve it for failing to provide a meal and then trying to flee. So he will endeavor to see you adequately prepared for being his meal."
Terrance, the real Terrance, briefly thought that he needed to talk to Cletus about switching between referring to himself in the first and third person style. It had to be one or the other all the way through, no mixing.
He then jumped when the luxray spread Terrance's legs enough to expose his hole, whereupon a bit of the earthy-scented lube was drizzled between his cheeks. Terrance suffered the fingers that were inserted into him with only the occasional grunt of discomfort. But then Solgaleo's avatar happened upon the magic button--Terrance's prostate. It was impossible to hide when the luxray found it, Terrance's dick went hard as a rock, he clenched down around the luxray's fingers, his toes curled and his breathing became unsteady for a moment.
He could almost feel the evil smile the avatar of Solgaleo had on his face. Terrance tried to brace for the repeated, purposeful stimulation of his prostate that followed, but it was no good. After a half-dozen hits, the poor raichu's cock was leaking steadily and he let out plaintive squeaks with each poke.
The sun had been setting all throughout the chase and setup, but when the remaining light vanished all at once, Terrance knew it was due to Solgaleo lining up for the big event. He was vindicated a second later when he felt a dick press at his lubed up hole and start on in. Solgaleo had been true to his word and lubed the mouse up enough not to feel mood-ruining pain from the penetration. It felt like forever until Terrance felt the palm frond skirt and Solgaleo's hips connect with his cheeks. Terrance let out a shaky breath when the physical god was fully inside him, that he promptly sucked back in when Solgaleo began to pull out.
The old in-and-out began to build up speed, driving Terrance to squeak every time the luxray went to the hilt in him. He could feel the electric feline's purring through the dick in his ass, it was like having a pulsing vibrator up there and was by far the least part of the act he was able to endure. Until Solgaleo decided to experiment. The luxray avatar of the solar lion bit down on Terrance's clavicle and reached around to the raichu's groin. But rather than go for the electric/psychic type's cock directly, he put one claw into the steady stream of pre-seminal fluid that leaked from it.
Seconds later, Terrance jerked at the minute electric shock that went up to his dick and seemed to tweak every single nerve ending in his groin. It felt like when he hit his funny bone like the nerve endings weren't meant to process the input and just threw garbage data at his brain to make sense of it. However, the luxray timed his next shock to coincide with a powerful thrust in the raichu's ass, which seemed to resolve the garbage data problem--it convinced Terrance's nervous system that what he felt was 'good'. This all left the bound mouse a writing mess under the god, which seemed to please the luxray immensely.
"You-oooo s-uhnn of a bitch," Terrance gasped out around such ministrations.
Solgaleo said nothing back but picked up his pace for thrusting and electrocution. The lynx used his biting grip to keep Terrance from wriggling too far as the solar emissary made use of him. To both of their surprise, it was the luxray who finished first, accelerating his thrusts until he unloaded deep in the mouse's intestines. The luxray was still for a while after that, and Terrance was afraid he'd fall asleep on top of the raichu right after climax and leave Terrance hanging. The luxray didn't immediately pass out, but he was clearly sluggish as he pulled his dick out, and released the mouse's shoulder.
Terrance's underwear was removed from his face and clumsily pulled back up his legs, where the luxray yanked them up in the back just enough to give Terrance a wedgie and press the fabric directly to his well-used hole. In the front, the mouse's dick was still hard and on display, which became even clearer when the luxray lifted raichu's torso up so he could sit.
"Meal... not done!" Solgaleo's avatar suddenly lunged forward and took Terrance's dick in his mouth. The luxray's broad tongue licked the mouse's dick from root to head, all while his sharp carnivore teeth surrounded the cock on all sides. Suddenly the luxray started to suck on Terrance's dick so strongly it caused his lips to form a seal around it, and produce an awful sound. That, combined with the good dicking that the luxray had given him previously was enough to tip Terrance over the edge and blow sugar-sweet spunk all down the luxray's throat.
With both of them satisfied, the roleplay came to an end and they were once more two boyfriends with really weird kinks. "Did you like that thing I did with the electricity?" Cletus asked Terrance while he unbound the mouse's arms. "I was a little afraid it'd hurt you."
"It did at first," Terrance answered while he put his cycling shorts back on. "But I warmed up to it. Of course, you know, I'm going to do it to you eventually." The raichu gave his boyfriend a positively vicious smile while he retrieved Cletus' clothes with his psychic powers. "Perhaps I could combine it with sounding?"
"...Is this because I tore up your shoe? Because I can buy you new shoes, I don't think I can buy me a new dick." The once-mighty 'avatar of Solgaleo' scooted away from his boyfriend while holding his hands in front of his groin. "Babe, I'm sorry!"
"Oh no, you're not. You're going to be, but you're not sorry yet."
The day had come. All the packing was done, with both boyfriends carrying backpacks full of pokeballs containing their possessions. All except one. The empty steelix-shaped boat bobbed near the port, as Cletus undid the mooring. Terrance stood and watched the boat shift more easily with so little weight to keep it down.
In his hands, he held a grey Pokeball covered in semi-spherical growths, the heavy ball that had only been used to transport the ship when repairs were needed. Further down the docks, a little magikarp-shaped rental boat waited to take them to Mele Mele Island where they could then board the ship to go to Unova. They were going to leave pretty much the moment Terrance stored the houseboat. He just needed to stop putting it off and actually do it.
Cletus stood alongside him and wrapped his star-tipped tail around Terrance's rounded lightning bolt tail in a show of support. The raichu decided he wasn't ready for the boat to stop being his home, but that he likely would never be ready. So he just pointed the ball at the boat, and let it convert his lifelong home into red light for easy transport.
"Let's go," he told Cletus after he shrunk the heavy ball down to fit in his pocket. "Before I get cold feet. ...Well, cold_er_ feet."
The luxray tried to make himself smaller behind his boyfriend as they walked toward the magikarp ship. "I apologized for wrecking your shoes so many times now--I can get you new ones when we get to Mele Mele. You're not going to hold this grudge all the way to Unova, are you?"
"All I said was my feet are cold! I'm used to being in the water hunting for pearls by now, or napping." With a huff, Terrance clambered into the magikarp boat while the floatzel operator tried to ignore the couple's squabbling. She wasn't paid enough for that.
No one was paid enough for that.
On the ride to Mele Mele, Cletus told Terrance about the ins-and-outs of Castelia city's life. Apparently, he had friends in the city that he'd met in school. "Don't stop and gawk at things in the middle of the sidewalk, people will shove you. There's so many people trying to get to so many different places, and they have so much to do that the worst thing you can do in the city is wasting someone's time...."
While he talked, Terrance retrieved a small ice box from Pokeball storage, took out an ice-coated bag and returned the ice box to storage. Then he abandoned his own seat in the boat to sit in Cletus' lap, while the luxray continued to chatter on about Castelia City. Terrance broke open the icy bag and produced from within a round berry covered in orange growths. A bit of electricity thawed it out and allowed him to crack the outer shell to get at the white flesh inside, which he held up to his boyfriend's mouth to catch his attention.
The luxray stopped his chatting suddenly to sniff at the berry, then take it out of Terrance's fingers. In seconds, it was chewed up and gone. "Liechi berries?"
"Mhm." Terrance thawed out another and ate it himself before offering another to Cletus. "I had them saved for a special occasion, and if I didn't do something with them now, they'd probably stay saved for the rest of our lives." The fifth and final berry's fleshy insides were split between the two of them to enjoy. "A bit of sweetness to make the bitter pill of leaving home easier to swallow seems good enough for me, what about you?"
"Yeah. But I woulda served them with some rum since they're frozen and they can act like ice... I'm ruining the moment, aren't I?"