Fair Play
#2 of Retribution and Atonement
"A-ah! Uhhhhnnnn..." Once again, a jet of cum leaped from Giovanni's member, splattering messily against his chin, then a second came to land on his chest. Gripping his Luvdisc-print sheets, he rode out yet another waking orgasm.
He'd had to endure this every night for nearly a month now. It never failed. As soon as he went to sleep, he had that dream. The one where Mewtwo made him into his own personal sex toy. And every night, he'd wake up just in time to blow his wad all over himself. And the thing that disturbed the leader of Team Rocket the most was that he was beginning to find himself looking forward to it.
Huffing deeply in his afterglow, he carefully scooped the semen off his heaving chest with a couple of fingers and popped them into his mouth. Another habit he'd grown accustomed to. It was easier to just clean himself this way rather than waste time getting up and going to the bathroom. Besides, it was his own semen. Eating his own semen didn't make him gay. He was a ladies' man after all. He loved women. Okay, so maybe he'd let that effeminate dolt James give him a blowjob once... or twice... or fifteen times. But that didn't count; he was just apologizing for fucking up another mission. Usually.
"God damn it." Giovanni wiped his clean hand over his face in exasperation. This was all so confusing. At first he'd thought that maybe Mewtwo was somehow psychically sending this dream to him as some kind of punishment for that Dark barrier experiment that'd claimed the lives of some Mightyena, but he shut that program down three weeks ago, and the dreams didn't stop. But he couldn't think of any other source of these nightly visions. Something had to be done... even if he had to visit the accursed clone himself...
The shadowed figure thought to himself as he watched the water, standing at the threshold of his cavern. A storm was brewing, making the river especially choppy, and clouds cast a grey shadow over the entire sky, blocking out the beautiful colors of the sunset that the lavender pokemon loved so.
A Xatu cut across the bleak air before landing next to him, almost landing on his arm before remembering the new weight she'd acquired less than a week ago.
"Well?" the figure asked the green totem, his voice echoing in her mind. "What did the Hypnos tell you, Tatsy?"
The evolved bird sighed before relating her message in a single-worded language only other pokemon could understand, folding her angular wings over her body. "Yes, he's still having the dream."
"Damn it! I never should have done that to him. I'm no better than he is." With a disappointed frown crossing his alien face, the being sat on the rocky ground, dipping his feet into the rough waters. "I feel so guilty."
"There's no way you could have predicted this, Mewtwo. None of us can really predict the future, Psychic or no."
Just then, the sound of a helicopter could be heard in the distance. Mewtwo knew that sound, and when he saw the bright red "R" emblazoned on the side, he was sure. "Tatsy, fly away! He's here!" The Xatu did as she commanded, darting off like a jet to warn her brethren. Using his mind's eye, Mewtwo peered into the cockpit, and sure enough, there sat Giovanni. But something was different about him. No arrogant smirk. No malevolence in his eyes. Nonetheless, Mewtwo readied a Psychic blast to fire at him.
"Wait." Giovanni stepped onto the landing rail of the chopper as it lowered to just inches above the choppy waters. "I'm not here to harm you." Upon closer inspection, the clone could see that more was different about Giovanni than just his expression. His eyes were baggy and wrinkled, obviously from restless sleep and worry. Gone was the confident posture he normally held, replaced by an air of self-doubt. This was not the Giovanni he was used to. "Terrance, return to headquarters," he commanded the pilot as he jumped onto the rocky edge upon which the clone stood.
"B-b-but sir!?" the young male stuttered, perplexed by what his boss demanded. "He could easily kill you if I just-"
"He won't. I have my Gastrodon's pokeball with me, so when I've concluded my business here I can Surf home. Now go." He regarded the boy firmly, but calmly.
"Y... yes sir..." The chopper pulled up and, after a moment of hesitation and a murmured questioning of his boss's sanity, the pilot began flying the aircraft back through the mountains.
Mewtwo also was dumbfounded. It was true what the flunkie had said, he could easily kill the man before him. But perhaps out of guilt for having infected him with those dreams, he quelled his Psychic energies, the light blazing in his eyes fading back to normal.
"I think you know why I've come here, Mewtwo," Giovanni said, gazing at the feline-like beast, none of the hatred Mewtwo expected to see in his eyes showing through.
"And how do I know this isn't another trap to capture me and use my power for your own purposes?"
"I assure you, this is no trap."
Sure enough, his was the only human presence Mewtwo could sense within miles aside from the fading aura of the helicopter's pilot. He scanned over the man, only now noticing the more casual gold blazer that took the place of the usual double-breasted suitcoat, that the vest and tie were nowhere to be seen, and that the normal white Oxford shirt had been traded for black silk, and was only halfway buttoned. "...fine. But step inside my cave with me," he told his nemesis, still keeping a wary eye on the man. "Unless you'd like to talk to me in the rain. I don't mind getting wet, but I've noticed that humans tend to hate it."
As a bright flash of lightning broke the sky and was followed seconds later by rumbling thunder, Giovanni nodded in agreement with the words that the Psychic had fed into his mind. The two made their way into Mewtwo's domain, just in time to avoid the first drops of what would soon become a downpour.
"Grrrraaaaaaaavvvvvv..." groaned the six-limbed boulder pokemon as Mewtwo easily flung it aside with his telekinetic abilities. After shaking off the dizziness from crashing into the stony wall, the Graveler reluctantly rolled off, ensuring that it'd live to battle another day.
"The only disadvantage of living in this place," Mewtwo complained as the pair approached a section of the cavern closed off by a boulder... a real one, this time. With a rumble that matched that of the raging thunder outside, the giant rock rolled out of the way to reveal a dark, narrow pathway. "I never thought I would be saying this to you of all people, but... please, step inside my quarters." He still didn't trust Giovanni, but so far, his nemesis had yet to give any indication that he had been disingenuous.
Giovanni didn't expect much of the place, so he was quite surprised to see the corridor open up to a rather well-furnished chamber. Granted, it was not of the quality that the Rocket leader was used to seeing, but for a pokemon's lair it was impressive. He padded over the tightly-packed earth forming the floor, carefully examining a cylinder of the same blue-grey material composing the entire cave's walls and ceiling, an item obviously being used as a table. At the far end of the room was a makeshift bed made from a bundle of hay wrapped in Ampharos hide. He gazed into a pool of fresh water against one of the walls, the piece of cloth and bar of soap indicating that this was Mewtwo's bathing water. "It never ceases to amaze me how civilized you are."
"I believe you came here to ask me something, Giovanni. We shouldn't waste time with idle chit-chat," Mewtwo said coldly as he eyed his nemesis cynically.
The Rocket boss didn't turn around as he heard the voice echo inside of his mind. "I... don't blame you for not trusting me. God only knows how much pain you've had to endure because of my ambitions..."
The Psychic crossed his arms, putting on a scowl, but didn't let his guard down. "You didn't come here to apologize, I'm sure..."
"No... I didn't," Giovanni answered with a bitter chuckle. "As I said, I think you know what I'm here for. But I want to ask you, just to be sure... you sent me those dreams, didn't you?"
"That's right, I did. You needed to be punished. All those Mightyena... they could have lived if you hadn't-"
"I stopped that fucking project three weeks ago!" he shouted, his exclamation echoing off the walls. "You win, Mewtwo. I don't know what you want from me, but you win. Just please, stop making..." He clawed the ground below him as, for the first time in ages, his emotions ran unchecked. He cringed as he felt the sting of tears against his cheeks. "Stop making me dream about you..."
The sudden emotional outpour from the normally proud man was enough to make Mewtwo's guard drop. Could he really have done so much damage to him? The creature should have been delighted at the destruction of such an evil person's psyche, but instead was the most horrible, hollow feeling. The very essence of guilt. "I... I can't stop them."
"Why not!?" Giovanni screamed, fury and frustration pushing its way into his raw, tear-soaked voice.
"Because... I've already stopped." The weeping man could only stare forward as that fact sunk in. "I know you've ended your experiments with Dark barriers, and I stopped the same day. I'm... I'm so sorry... If I'd known this would happen..." A long, uncomfortable silence followed, broken only by the quiet sobs of the broken man.
"Are you sure you're feeling better now, Giovanni?"
The man simply stared straight ahead as Mewtwo sat next to him on the bed, an alien hand resting gently on Giovanni's back. The Rocket boss never would have expected the creature who hated him so much as to curse him in such a way to suddenly be treating him with such kindness. "Yes," he replied. "I'm fine." He was lying. He wasn't fine at all. He simply had put up an armor to hide the feelings still storming inside of him. "Please, leave me be. I'd like to rest for a while." With a nod, the purple being stood and made his way over to the table, preparing to cook some Miltank meat via his psychokinetic skills.
Laying his body against the bed, Giovanni rose his hands above him, interlocking his fingers behind his head and resting it upon them while staring up at the dark ceiling. He could still hear the rain beating down, even as deep within the cave he was. "Mewtwo, why are you being so kind to me all of a sudden? I thought you hated me... hell, if I were you, I'd hate me."
"I think... I'm compensating for my guilt. Trying to offset my evil deeds by doing good. Does that make sense?"
"Yeah. A lot of humans do that. They call it 'karma,'" he sighed. "Do good, and the universe rewards you. Do evil, and the universe punishes you."
"Do you do it too? Compensate for your misdeeds, that is?" A few seconds of silence told Mewtwo the answer. "I suppose not."
"Well... guilt is a pretty new thing for me. It's not something I've really felt before." Or rather, something he'd never paid attention to before.
At any rate, the smell of the slow-cooking roast was beginning to fill the room, and Giovanni's nose. It was like an inhaled sedative, and was working on the man's exhausted body and mind. But this wasn't the place to be falling asleep. Especially not with the subject of those dreams mere yards away from him. He couldn't fall asleep... not here... not...
Mewtwo looked over to his guest, seeing he'd drifted into unconsiousness, snoring ever so lightly. Without that malevolent grin, he actually looked kind of handsome. For a human, at least. With a sigh, the Psychic looked over the roast, already deep brown and dripping with succulent broth. "Looks about ready... I'll heat his up again whenever he wakes up." Mewtwo took a small pawful of the warm beef and popped it into his mouth, chewing quietly.
"Nggghhh..."
Gazing over his shoulder, the cat-like being found that the sound was coming from the slumbering Rocket leader. Shrugging, he took another piece of meat into his mouth.
"A-aahhhhnnn..."
This time Mewtwo spun around quickly, glaring again at Giovanni. The man was squirming in his sleep. And his pants were beginning to tent up. He was having the dream again. Trying to ignore him, he turned back to the roast to take another bite-
"Oh God... uuhhhhnnn..."
This was getting ridiculous. Why could he pass by mating pokemon couples and not give them a second glance, but when he heard a human moaning from an erotic dream, it was frustratingly distracting? He couldn't deny that he was more curious than anything else, though. After all, his own imagination could only fabricate so much.
Gently, he padded toward the man, watching his chest rise and fall as his breathing became more labored, watching the bulge in his pants continue to rise. He was asleep anyway, preoccupied by his dreaming. Surely he wouldn't notice. His eyes fixated on Giovanni's groin, Mewtwo allowed his telekinetic powers to go to work, and the man's pants opened themselves, unveiling black briefs stretched to their limits. These too peeled themselves away, proving to the clone just how accurate he'd been as a rock hard nine-inch cock came out, thumping proudly in the air. He'd even been correct in his assumption that the man was uncircumsized.
The thing that surprised Mewtwo the most, though, was the odor. It was very subtle, probably undetectable by humans, but the pokemon's well-developed sense of smell picked it up instantly. So this was the smell of human arousal...
"Nnnggghhh... oh f-fuck..." The fleshy rod that the violet being was fixated on twitched, and a thin jet of pre sputtered out, landing in the thick tuft of smooth brown pubic hair. It was a curious fluid, and something Mewtwo only assumed humans could make, based on the fact that he produced it himself. The tip of his finger touched against the wet cockhead, earning another moan from the sleeping man. It was sticky too.
"I shouldn't be doing this," Mewtwo kept thinking to himself, and yet he ignored his own advice, gazing curiously at Giovanni's cock. The smell wafting from it... it was irresistible. Before he even realized it, he found his tongue striking out and running over the foreskin-covered head, forcing more of that hot, clear liquid to leap out and onto the Rocket leader's shirt.
Seeing the glob of precum fire out, Mewtwo jumped back. Why was he doing this? It made absolutely no sense. After all, there was no way mating like this could be fruitful. But that aroma... that aphrodisiac that filled his olfactories kept telling him otherwise. Pushing aside his logic, the pokemon crawled onto the bed between Giovanni's spread legs, lowered his head, and began lapping at the sweet-tasting organ.
"Nnngghhhh... G-God..."
Mewtwo carefully descended down upon the throbbing member, using his lips to push the foreskin off the head so he could bathe more of it with his warm tongue. The Rocket's hips twitched upward in response, but the thrusting was quickly quelled as the pokemon reach a paw up into the man's silk shirt to massage his firm abdomen. His head slid up, letting that loose flesh cover the tip again before once more dragging it down with his lips. Over and over he repeated the action, finding that the longer he kept going, the more he enjoyed it. He didn't even notice as the dreaming human reached a hand behind his head.
"Nnnghhh... aaawwww shiiiiiittttt..." With every passing second, Giovanni's moaning grew more constant, driving Mewtwo's efforts. "Oh God... oh my fucking God... yes..." he mumbled, his fingers working over the velvety fur. "Hff... hff... u-uhhnn... fuh... f-fuh..." Suddenly, his eyes sprang open, and his orgasm brought him back to the real world. "F-F-FUUUCCCKKK!!!" His fingers curled in the soft pelt as semen poured into the surprised clone's mouth, causing Mewtwo to grunt audibly before swallowing the hot, slightly-bitter slime.
After a few moments of labored breathing, Giovanni's senses returned to him. He looked down to see his creation gasping for air as he stared blankly down at the human's softening dick. The sudden realization came to him; this wasn't a dream. "Oh my God..." Mewtwo's eyes slowly rose up to meet with those of his once-nemesis, locking for a few dreadful silent moments before the pokemon suddenly tore out of the chamber.
"Why did I do that!?" the clone cursed himself. He'd already done enough to the poor man's psyche, but now he was violating his body as well!? "How... how could I? How could I lose myself like that? And with him... him..." Leaning against the wall outside his chamber, Mewtwo brooded until he made a resolution that he knew would change his life forever...
The cat-like Psychic hovered back into the small room where he saw the man he'd just forced himself upon, staring silently into space. He'd already refastened his pants and cleaned himself up while the clone was gone. Once he heard the soft padding of his creation's feet against the earth, his eyes shifted to look over to him, a worried frown gripping the corners of his mouth. "I'm sorry I did that Giovanni," Mewtwo started, "and I have to atone for it somehow..." A small purple shape floated from the bathing pool, having been hidden in a small niche deep under the water, and landed on the ground before the Rocket.
"What is..." The man reached down and picked the wet orb up in his hand, examining it closely. He didn't need to study it long to identify it, though. The Silph logo on the white side and the blue "M" on the purple were more than enough. "...a Master Ball?"
"Capture me." Tears were in Mewtwo's eyes as he offered himself up, looking away. "I... I'll never be able to forgive myself for what I've done, and even if you use me for evil purposes... I... I deserve it." His gaze met that of the human, filled with resolve despite his fears. "I offer myself to you. If you want me, Giovanni, take me." With a sigh, he closed his eyes, imagining the sensation of his body disintegrating and being sucked into that tiny space. It probably wouldn't feel much different from teleportation.
Giovanni stood and looked up to Mewtwo. This... was the moment he'd worked so hard for. The moment when he could take the ultimate pokemon's power as his own, and use it as he pleased. The years of cultivating him, training him, making him perfect in every way. The months of searching the ends of the earth for him after his escape. And here he was, right in front of the man, finally. All Giovanni had to do was throw the ball at the purple being...
The next sound Mewtwo heard was a hard thud, then the sound of something broken falling to the ground. His eyelids slid open to see shards of purple and white plastic lying at Giovanni's feet. The Rocket leader grinned as he let the last bits of the Master Ball he'd crushed in his fist drop to the packed earth, but it wasn't the same kind of grin the Psychic expected from him. It was... soft. Kind. Loving, even.
"You're absolutely right, Mewtwo. I do want you." He walked toward the shocked feline-bodied creature and rested both hands on his lavender shoulders. "Just... not in the way I used to." Gently, he planted his lips on the pokemon's, and as much as Mewtwo's mind told him he should push the man away, his paws instead came to rest on Giovanni's chest, feeling the firm muscle hidden underneath the black silk.
"This isn't right..." the cat-like humanoid communicated to Giovanni through his mind, even as their mouths ground against one another with ever-increasing passion. "You're confused... by those dreams..."
"But I'm not," the man answered within his own mind, knowing the Psychic could hear him. His lips parted, and Mewtwo's followed suit, allowing each one's tongue to find the other and grapple in a sensual test of physical strength. "You may have planted the seeds, but they never would have come to fruit if the ground wasn't fertile and receptive..." Finally the Rocket pulled back, giving both he and his creation a chance to catch their breath.
"I think I've come to understand it," he continued, now using his voice to speak. "My obsession with you... it never really was about power. If it was, I wouldn't have continued to have those dreams after you stopped. And I wouldn't have begun enjoying them."
"Enjoying...?"
"Yes. I look forward to going to sleep just so I can dream of you, of what we could do together... I've even had daydreams about you..." Giovanni shrugged off the golden blazer, tossing it carelessly to the floor. "Mewtwo... I... l-l..." He choked for a moment on his words, but they rang loud and clear in his mind, and Mewtwo heard them perfectly.
"I love you."
The next thing he knew, Mewtwo once more placed his lips onto Giovanni's, giving him a kiss that made the previous one seem like a mere peck in comparison. The man's arms wrapped tightly about the pokemon's waist, who's hands once more kneaded at his chest, feeling it rise and fall with each deep breath. The pair, guided by the Rocket's actions, made their way toward the haystack mattress, upon which Mewtwo lowered the man who was once his nemesis and laid atop him, not once breaking that deep kiss. In this new position, he could feel Giovanni's cock thickening within his pants, and his own slipped out of the slit it was normally hidden within. Their growing musks began to mingle, Giovanni's thick and earthy, Mewtwo's mild and sweet, combining and filling the air with the unmistakable scent of arousal.
Mewtwo's paws began drifting down the black silk covering the body he'd been tenderly massaging for so long, and his mouth left the human's only to land at his throat, nibbling and sucking on the soft flesh and making Giovanni moan beneath him. His fingers found the man's belt and deftly unfastened it, then drew down the zipper that was pushed out so far by what was now a raging hard-on. His mouth slid further down, kissing and licking at the nape of the Rocket leader's neck, then at the shallow trench between his well-formed pecs, before journeying back up to his neck. Giovanni's underwear began to descend from his hips, this time because of the man's own hands pushing them down, and when they were as far down as he could reach, Mewtwo lifted his body up and finished the job, tugging both golden slacks and black briefs away to leave the human's lower half bare. For a few seconds, the Psychic simply gazed at the thick organ twitching just beyond the bottom of Giovanni's shirt.
"Mewtwo... what's wrong?"
"Nothing... simply admiring it. It's beautiful..." With that, the pokemon's paws made their way back up Giovanni's thighs, combing through the sparse, soft hair along the insides of them, making the man quiver. His eyes glowed, and the Rocket felt his hips levitate off the bed. And yet, he felt no anger, no confusion, no fear... only anticipation. He looked down his body just in time to see Mewtwo nestle his muzzle underneath his nuts, and let out a lustful moan as he felt that tongue glide between his ass cheeks. The cat-like humanoid gently lapped across the Rocket's hole, first just flickering his tongue up and down across it, then lapping around the edge, and finally drilling deep into it and vigorously eating the tight pucker out. Giovanni gasped at the strange new sensation, clawing at the rumpled Ampharos-hide sheet beneath him as precum forced its way out of his member, dripping quietly down the shaft.
"Oh... sh-shit... Mewtwo..." He moaned loudly until, suddenly, he felt the hot tongue go away, and the thick layer of saliva now coating his anus began to chill. He looked up to see the feline-like clone standing over his half-suspended body.
"Are you sure... this is what you want?" Mewtwo asked, just to be on the safe side. Giovanni smiled and gave him a mischievous look, letting him know that there wasn't any need to ask. Returning the grin, the Psychic guided the human's body toward his own until his wet hole touched the tip of the alien cock. Giovanni's body now hovered horizontally over the bed, the only contact with it being his hands as they gripped the edge tightly. "Okay..." Slowly, he pushed his hips forward, the tip of his organ prying the spit-lubed hole open and crawling inside. Both of them groaned, Giovanni from the sting of entry, Mewtwo from the tightness of the virgin opening. But the pain obviously wasn't enough to deter the human, for as soon as the humanoid pokemon took hold of his legs, he used every once of strength in his arms to push his hovering body forward.
A pleasured howl rose from the Rocket leader's chest as he felt the same thing he'd always felt in his dreams: the amazing pressure against that sweet spot inside his bowel. "Yes... yes... oh God, yes..." Every time he pushed forward, there was that delicious sensation, which was made stronger as Mewtwo thrust forward, making his body hover backward before the pokemon withdrew his member. He threw his head back, his jaw dropping open as he relished the taking of his virginity.
The experience was just as new and just as thrilling for Mewtwo. Besides using his own paw or telekinetic powers, he'd never done anything to satisfy his sexual urges, and the tight, slick insides of the human felt so much better than anything he could have imagined. He felt his entire body spasm with growing arousal, and the tingling sensation deep in his own gut warned him of what was about to happen. "Giovanni... I'm cumming..."
"M-me... too..." the human groaned, his vicegrip on the haystack bed tightening to the point that his hands became numb. With one final thrust, Mewtwo pushing himself past his breaking point. The feeling that'd been gathering in his loins focused itself within his shaft, and with a bellowing wail that echoed off the stone walls, he began to pump semen deep into Giovanni's ass. The sticky warmth collecting around his pounding prostate set the man off as well, and ropes of cum came spewing from his violently spasming dick, tainting the crisp black of his shirt with stripes of creamy white. For each of them, time seemed to come to a complete standstill, and the handful of seconds for which they felt their bodies erupting with pleasure seemed to stretch on for hours. Even so, it all ended too soon, and Giovanni felt his back gently land atop the mattress, and Mewtwo's collapsing atop his own. His hands reached around behind the exhausted creature's back, stroking the violet fur tenderly.
"I'm yours... yours to do with whatever you wish..."
Mewtwo smiled at Giovanni's words and rested is head against the human's chest. "Are you sure... this was the right thing to do? I mean, I'm not even a human..."
The Rocket leader lifted the cat-like humanoid's chin up to look deeply into his eyes, and in fact, into his very soul. "You are to me." With that, he planted another loving kiss on the clone's lips.
The shadowed figure thought to himself as he watched the water, standing at the window of a tiny abandoned hotel. A storm was brewing, making the ocean especially choppy, and clouds cast a grey shadow over the entire sky, blocking out the colors of the sunrise that the black pokemon so wished to admire.
A small Murkrow fluttered to the windowsill, perching herself upon it and looking curiously at the shadowy beast. "It seems like your plans worked perfectly," she noted. "Are you sure it's right? I mean, sending that guy those dreams even when Mewtwo stopped."
"Yes, Hilda. Just because I'm a master of dreams doesn't mean I'm opposed to awakening things as well." He lifted a slender hand, upon which the Murkrow hopped. "Those two... they have a love for one another that they'd buried under such hatred that they were blinded to their true feelings."
Hilda wagged her broom-tail and shook her head. "But a human and a pokemon?"
"Love knows no species, no gender, no age. It simply is."
"From the way you speak I'd think you were a Luvdisc in a past life."
The shadow pokemon chuckled, the red chain dangling around his neck shaking slightly, the white wisp atop his head flaring up. "Maybe." He looked into the distance to see the storm clouds breaking, and the light of day darting between the holes forming in the grey. "In any case, it's time I started to dream myself..."
"Ah, right... sunrise. I'd forgotten." Hilda jumped to the sill before peeking back. "See you later, Darkrai." She fluttered off, heading back to Eterna Forest to make sure her chicks were tucked in for the day.
"Goodbye, Hilda." Darkrai's eyes once more returned to the sunrise, watching the colors of the sky change from midnight black to orange to pink to pale blue, and fading slowly as daylight broke over Canalave.