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Cinder and Bone: Chapter 2

Story by Iguessineedanaccount (a.k.a. Squirtle)

Marowak's eyes snapped open as he reached for his bone. They felt wet, sore. His bone was not immediately to his left, where he usually kept it. He jerked up in his bed. Bed?

It was dark...night. His eyes were already adjusted though. There was a window. A desk. His legs were covered in soft maroon sheets. He pulled them off in a flourish and leapt to the floor (carpeted, he noted).

His bone. It was resting on a chair in the corner by the foot of the bed. He looked around once, then quietly walked over to it and gripped it just beneath one of its necks. The familiar weight was soothing. His mind felt light, as if eased of a terrible burden. He took a moment to think, consider how he might have come here.

...Stripes...

Feeling more confident that he was amongst friends, he walked to the door of the room, maintaining his guard.

He emerged into a darkened hallway, bone half-raised. A wooden bannister lined the floor a few feet in front of him, blocking access to a descending staircase. In the dim light from some unidentified source downstairs, he could see the hallway was lined with doors. It was actually rather long; it seemed as if it cornered to his left and continued a ways.

He stood where he was for a good thirty seconds, unsure exactly what to do. It seemed he was either alone or anyone else in the vicinity was asleep; as much as he'd like answers, he didn't feel like going door-to-door at this hour.

The silence was interrupted by a deadened thump and quick footsteps emanated from behind the door to his right. As they drew closer, Marowak braced, expecting possible trouble. But as the door swung open, the wooden frame revealed the face he suddenly realized he'd wanted to see most. The next thing he knew, Chespin's arms were past his guard and wrapped around him, while the grass type's head buried itself beneath his chin. He was a bit surprised by the sudden show of affection, but wrapped his free hand around the smaller pokemon. He felt a trickle of moisture against his chest. The grass type's voice was muffled, his words warm against Marowak's skin.

"Last time I checked who was walking around, it was Octavius, doing some stupid penguin thing. He told me to try and get some sleep."

Marowak simply stood there, embracing the smaller grass type. Chespin took a couple short breaths.

"They said you'd be fine. At the pokecenter, I mean. After they fixed you up, they said all you'd need was some rest. Master has a friend in town--some sort of self-made millionaire. This is his place. He insisted you have a bed."

Chespin neglected to mention he'd been adamant about having the room next to Marowak's. He looked up, trying to read the Marowak's face through his watery eyes. It wasn't an easy task even when they were dry.

"...Maro..."

His eyes welled up again and he pushed his face back into the ground type's chest. Marowak rested his bone against the wall and added his other hand to the embrace. He lowered his chin, resting the tip of his skull armor against Chespin's hood. His right hand gently stroked the rodent's back, brushing over the soft, leaf-like quills.

They stayed like that for a while, Chespin quietly letting off some tears, Marowak comforting him as best he could.

Marowak suddenly perked up mentally, as if fully awake for the first time in what felt like a long time. He felt...exposed. He slowed and stopped his hand on Chespin's back. He gently pushed himself away from Chespin, putting an arm on the grass type's shoulder. Their eyes met; Marowak's were somewhat less ringed with fatigue at the moment.

"I think Octavius might have had a point. You should try and get some sleep."

Chespin sniffled.

"I...I don't think I could sleep right now..." He wiped his nose on the back of his hand. "...Sorry, I'm usually not...not this..."

"It's all right." Marowak paused. "Would you feel more...assured, if I...stayed nearby, while you closed your eyes?"

It might have been a tad unorthodox, but then again, the last things he remembered were, too. Chespin nodded.Marowak paused.

"Er. I usually don't invite myself into anyone else's room. On principle." It was true, but he knew it was an odd custom and shifted a bit awkwardly nonetheless. "Would you be comfortable sleeping in 'my' room?"

Chespin, despite himself, giggled at the eccentric request.

"...Yeah. That would be fine."

He remained where he was for a moment, apparently seraching Marowak's face, then turned toward toward the still open door and walked in. Marowak picked up his bone again, then followed at a short distance, closing the door quietly behind him.

Chespin was not, however climbing into the bed when Marowak turned around again; instead he stood, rooted in place, back to the ground type. When he pivoted to face Marowak again, his eyes were brimming over with fresh tears.

"...I really thought...when he had his hand on my chest...and you were..."

Thin lines of liquid trickled down his face. He sniffled, smiling in a way that didn't feel comfortable at all.

"I wasn't scared. When it happened, I mean. I...I was brave, I think...d-during the fighting...I felt really...h-happy...ahnn...I just...just, thinking about it now..."

Chespin felt familiar arms encircle him again. Marowak held the grass type close, keeping his hug tender but firm. He chose his next words carefully.

"...When the fight began...while I was holding off the three pokemon attacking me...I lost track of you. I was worried. I wanted to break off and find you. Make sure you were okay. I had the horrible suspicion that something might happen to you. But I couldn't. My attackers were too persistent and I had no idea which way you'd gone.

When you re-emerged from the woods, I was barely conscious and half-delirious. But you were not only fine...You were incredible. When I felt you drag me out of the carnivine's vines...despite everything that had happened to me leading up to that moment, all of the blows I'd endured, all of the fears and passions flowing through my mind in the minutes leading up to then - at that moment, I only felt two things. One was pride. In you. You, who had exceeded all of my expectations, and to whom I now owed my life.

The second thing I felt was protective. After losing you, after all of the trials you endured at my expense, after everything you must have gone through to make it back to me...I vowed at that moment, in my hazed, throbbing head...that I would never lose you again."

Chespin choked up again.

"...You almost did!..."

It wasn't meant to be accusatory. Chespin hugged more tightly, as if apologizing. Marowak placed a hand on the back of the grass type's head.

"I am, _so_sorry, you had to endure that, Chespin. You are much too gentle at heart to ever have such action warranted against you. And I will never allow it again, so long as I live. I swear it."

Chespin sniffled against Marowak's chest. He inhaled deeply a few times, getting control of his breathing, then peeked up. He met the gentle, steady eyes of the ground type.

"That's...are you...Not that I don't appreciate it. I do. But...that's really...a lot..." His gaze shifted sheepishly to the ground.

Marowak took his hands from the grass type's back. Chespin, confused, looked up again, still holding the ground type out of comfort. Marowak's hands went to his head, each to its respective side. Marowak closed his eyes and, in a smooth motion, lifted his skull.

Chespin felt a shocked urge to reach up and hold the skull down, as if subconsciously equating the action to the removal of the ground type's head from his shoulders. But he didn't. Instead, he watched in suspense as the bone helmet slid off...and revealed a new, but somehow familiar face. It was tan, though the underside of the jaw matched Marowak's beige chest. The nose was broad, reminiscent of a charizard's, yet a bit more rounded. A fang protruded downward from either side of the mouth. There was a gentle slope from the bridge of the nose to the forehead. The face was somewhere between flat and angulated, giving it a ferocity that was, against all odds, endearing. The ears almost seemed mistakes, small bumps poking out oddly to their respective sides toward the back of the head; yet they felt right to the grass type. Perhaps most surprising to Chespin was the fact that it all had an oddly more youthful appearance about it than he might have expected. Then the eyes, in their amber opulence, met his, and the same stoic voice he'd heard so many times before lent itself to the new face.

"I have done many things, throughout the course of my life, that I either have regretted or still regret. This is not one of them."

Marowak held his skull at his side with one arm, the other hand clutching his bone. Chespin stood transfixed for a few moments. He realized after a while he was staring though, so he busied himself by wiping away the remants of tears at the corners of his eyes. When he looked back, he could tell, really for the first time, that Marowak was smiling.

"Please try to get some rest, Chespin."

The grass type blinked, took a deep breath, swallowed, and nodded, smiling back with his ever-present front tooth.

"Yeah. Okay."

Knowing now that Marowak was truly well and safe, Chespin had few objections to getting a little shut eye. His mind was a bit busy...but happy. Really, truly happy. He walked over to the bed and, with a bit of effort, pulled himself into it. He lifted the sheets over himself, put his head on the pillow, and closed his eyes. Marowak walked over to the chair by the window and sat down.

"...Thank you, Maro."

Marowak smiled, but remained quiet.

"No, really. I mean it." Chespin's eyes opened again. "You were the first one to come up to me after I...joined the team, at your insistence..." He smirked. "I think I would've resented being here if you hadn't made the effort to make me feel welcome. So. Thank y-...yeah."

The face that looked back at him still felt a bit alien, but it gave a small smile and a nod to match. He closed his eyes again, drifting off in the presence of perhaps his newfound best friend.

---

There were many things Marowak would like to have said as he met the tired gaze of the younger grass type. As it were, his thoughts were too muddled, and he gave only silence and a curt nod in return to the oddly bright pupils against their dark irises.

Marowak stayed where he was for a bit, watching Chespin drift off. He considered putting his skull on again. Chespin couldn't possibly have known, of course, but he had never shown anyone his true face before. Now that he had, it was...strangely alleviating. He enjoyed having someone know he was more than just a battered bone helmet. He weighed the skull in his hand, then set it down on the nearby desk. He hoped the grass type would have peaceful dreams.Maybe I'll even make an appearance.

Marowak sighed inwardly. His hands wrapped around the bridge of his nose in a sort of frustrated, restless gesture.

...Chespin's life reminded Marowak remarkably of his own. When they first met, it was battling as foes. Marowak was infinitely more suited to the combat, and it was short-lived, but Chespin had shown a spark of tenacity, a glimmer of resourcefulness despite his wild nature. Marowak had been drawing parallels between them ever since.

Chespin was something of a loner, despite a rather sunny personality. The grass type had only warmed up to a few specific peers at first; especially Marowak, though even that took a little while. Chespin tried to escape shortly after his capture, and might have succeeded if Marowak hadn't stopped him. Why did he run? And why did I stop him, anyway...

In the few weeks they'd spent together, he'd learned to think of Chespin as something between a younger brother, a friend, and even a son in a few respects. Which made his feelings regarding the grass type all the more confusing and unwanted. He'd remained composed in spite of everything: the request to be taught to use a weapon; the training, which brought out so much of the fire and determination he had known in himself...and then this whole encounter. Even when he thought for sure he would die, he didn't tell, didn't crack once. All it would have taken was three simple words, with perhaps a name tacked on for affirmation.

But was that really it? What was love anyway? The whole concept seemed nebulous and imperfect. What if he just enjoyed Chespin's company?...or worse: what if it was nothing but lust...

And would Chespin even reciprocate his feelings? What if he just saw Marowak as a friend and a teacher? That was it, wasn't it. He'd read the expressions, he knew Chespin didn't feel about him the way he did about Chespin. The chipmunk's interest in him only concerned his comfort level in the group; other than that, Marowak was just another pokemon to him. Even the intimacy they'd just shared was based on a traumatizing experience. He was probably just some old veteran to his younger companion.

And Chespin might not even...well, he'd never really seen the grass type pursue a...but odds were better he'd be preferable to females...

These thoughts coursed through his mind like so many magikarp in a too-small tank, all whilst he observed the steady breathing of his object of...desire? Interest. That was a better word, probably. His breathing seemed slow, calm...comfortable. Sleep-like.

Marowak suddenly felt very tired, despite having been asleep for quite a while (as far as he could tell) until a mere hour earlier. Probably just his circadian rhythm. Of course, this now presented the problem of where he'd sleep...And if Chespin was asleep already...and if it was even okay for him to leave once Chespin started sleeping...Did Chespin expect him to stay up all night, watching him sleep?

...Wait, did he? Because...hm...

Marowak vaguely wished he'd thought of a better compromise for aiding in the grass type's slumber...He could curl up on the floor, he supposed. It wasn't as if he was unaccustomed to it; if anything, the carpet made it a considerably more enjoyable experience than, say, stone, or dirt. But-

...Well, a part of him wanted to just crawl into the bed. With Chespin. Not, ENTIRELY because of Chespin. It was his bed, after all. As far as the courtesy of their anonymous host went, anyway. Surely his chipmunk friend wouldn't object to him sleeping on his own mattress? ...It might seem a little weird. Make that a definite. Even if Chespin was asleep by now, unless he was lucky, there was no way around the grass type finding another occupant of the bed the next morning. And, really, how could Chespin not see right through him after something like that.

...

Marowak, by self-definition, was a pokemon of conviction. He was old enough (not too old, hopefully) to face his conflicts directly. Still, he felt a twang of hesitation as he deftly vaulted the side of the bed and landed with a graceful softness on top of the mattress. His eyes were wary of the grass type; however, his leaf-green back showed no signs of excitement. Marowak gently, gently lifted the covers, sliding his feet and tail beneath them as smoothly as he could. He felt his tail spike very nearly snag on the cover sheet, and slowed himself down to a snail's pace to complete the motion. Yet, when he finished, just like that, he was in bed with Chespin! To sleep. They'd both had a long...Chespin had had a long night anyway, and he himself was probably still recuperating on some level. No sense in doing anything rash. He closed his eyes and prepared to get some more shut eye before a bright new day tomorrow.

...Surely it couldn't hurt to just put an arm around the grass type's waist, though. He was likely asleep already, and besides, he might find it comforting. It did sound easy in his head. Just scootch a little closer, roll over a quarter, and put a hand on Chespin's side. Piece of cake. Yeah. He probably wouldn't even notice.

And yet, even as Marowak did exactly what was so simple in his head, he felt his heart speed up. He hardly noticed himself holding his breath as palm made contact with the chipmunk's side, touching down where his leafy backside met his soft stomach fur. He'd had his arms around the grass type only minutes ago...and yet this felt so much more...

Chespin seemed to tense up just a little. Marowak froze, afraid to blink. Thankfully, the grass type quickly relaxed again. He tried to keep his held breath quiet as he exhaled. He felt silly. There was no way Chespin was still awake! He'd had his eyes closed for something like twenty minutes already. And would it really have been so bad if he was awake anyway? I mean, awkward, possibly, but really problematic? ...He'd been exhausted earlier anyway, though, an-

"Hi."

"...

...Hi."

"...Hi...You thought I was asleep?"

"...Yes."

"...I'm not sure if that. Um."

"...if that...?"

"Helps your case."

"Oh. Um." Marowak felt his face burn up."...I'm sorry, I was...hm."

"N-no. No. No, it's...I mean. Were you...like, is this just you being protective?"

"...I...er...*sigh*. No. No, not really." Marowak closed his eyes. For some reason, he felt it was less intrusive to leave his hand where it was than to remove it. He felt Chespin's side decompress as the smaller pokemon exhaled.

"Huh. I didn't really pin you as the type."

"...Wh-"

"No! Sorry, that's not...I mean. I'm actually pretty flattered. I'm just. You were about the last guy I expected to be approached by."

Marowak felt confused, though in his heart of hearts, hopeful. Still, he didn't want to seem indecent.

"Right. I uh. Sorry. I'll let you get back to sleep now."

He made to move away from the grass type; however, he found his hand sandwiched between the smaller pokemon's arm and hip.

"Really? You're just gonna walk away after THAT?" Chespin sniggered. "Sheesh..."

Marowak's heart jumped a little. Still, he defended himself. "I...you've had a long day, I don't want to keep you from your rest."

He made to leave again, but Chespin's hand wrapped around his wrist.

"You...don't go. Please. I...it's okay, really. I was already having enough trouble sleeping." He added, under his breath, "And quite frankly I don't think I could get a wink now", though Marowak was close enough to hear anyway. "...Really though?"

Marowak nodded instinctively, but realized Chespin couldn't see his face. "Yes."

"...Me specifically, or...?"

Marowak blushed again, though he didn't know why.

"Yes. Um. You, specifically," he muttered, his voice trailed off toward the end.

Chespin was silent for a second. Instead of speaking again, he rolled toward the ground type a little, enough so that he ended up on his back. Marowak's hand remained against his side. Their eyes met.

"You know, I'm not used to the whole no skull thing yet." He smiled. "You're a lot easier to read without it."

Marowak felt his ears flatten against the back of his head. Chespin reached up and rubbed one of them between his fingers. "It's cute."

The ground type blushed, a timid smile creeping across his face. Chespin played it cool and rolled back over. However, once on his side again, he took Marowak's larger hand in his own and moved it forward while he simultaneously scooted backward. This put Marowak's chest against his back and his hand against his stomach. He tucked his head forward just a bit, so that his leafy hood protrusions tickled against Marowak's neck. The ground type reacted as he'd expected, leaning his chin down and placing it against the top of Chespin's head. And, just like that, Chespin had coerced them into a pair of spoons. Marowak let out a soft sigh of content, closing his eyes.

---

They lay like that for a few minutes, each enjoying the other's company. It was Chespin who broke the silence.

"...So...sex?"

Marowak's eyes snapped open. His groin also stirred, though he hoped it wasn't noticeable.

"Er. I mean. Are you...you definitely w-"

"Look...I don't know how you are about these things, but usually, when I sleep in close proximity to someone who has feelings for me, I don't get much shut-eye unless we...let's just say I have an active imagination."

Marowak paused.

"...What do you think of me?"

"Hm? What, like how do I feel about you?"

"Do you think I'm...attractive? Er. I m-"

"...You're pretty much 'the exemplar' as far as your body goes. Well, what I've seen of it anyway."

Marowak blushed a bit.

"No, that-that's not what I meant. I mean...what do you think of me?"

"You're okay I guess."

"Do you...do you like me?"

"I certainly hope so, I just asked if you wanted to have sex."

"Damnit Chespin. I'm not kidding. I don't want you to feel pressured into this."

"Maro..."

"I'm serious! If you don't feel like I'm the...the right fit for you, then I'll just set my feelings aside an-"

Chespin rolled to face the ground type and interrupted him with an especially deep kiss, making sure to stick his tongue into the larger pokemon's unsuspecting mouth. Marowak gave a little "mmhf" as he was cut off mid-sentence; his eyes widened in realization as the foreign tongue pressed against his own. His quickly sprung up to meet the intruder, holding an unexpected opponent at bay while trying to make sense of the situation. Chespin gave it a good five seconds before he pulled away. He smiled.

"For someone with so much self control, you really don't know when to shut up sometimes."

Marowak's mouth and eyes remained open in surprise. Chespin snickered with his usual toothy grin present.

"Hahaha! Hey, don't look so shocked! I'm only innocent to a point."

Marowak blinked twice, finally closing his mouth. His eyes trailed downward to meet Chespin's. The grass type read something resembling...anxiety? It took him a couple seconds.

"...Oh, OH! Wait, you haven't - Oh I'm so sorry, I had no idea, I-"

"It - it's okay, I...er-"

"I just assumed! I-I mean you're so attractive - objectively, I mean - well, in my opinion, too - and you're nice, I just figured SOMEONE would have...approached you..."

Marowak smiled weakly. Chespin remained adamantly embarrassed, for himself rather than the ground type.

"Wow. Guess I was more right about the whole 'you spend too much time training' thing than I realized. Well, I...gosh, I'm sorry I came on so strong...Maybe...I mean, if we go a little slower?"

Marowak held his smile, blushing a tad.

"I'll trust your discretion in the matter."

Chespin rolled his eyes, though his smile returned.

"Well, thanks for the vote of confidence...But ah. Yeah, I'll do my best."

An awkward silence hung in the air as the pair's eyes met again in some sort of soul-searching dance. Chespin opened his mouth, as if to say something, but managed only half of an "ah". He suddenly realized that, of course!, Marowak was waiting for him to do something, duh. So he leaned forward. And Marowak, after a moment, mirrored the gesture. And then their breath mingled together in the space between their lips...and then that space suddenly ceased to exist.

It was push and pull, an imperfect struggle; Marowak was surprised to find Chespin's tongue not meeting his so quickly as it had the first time, so he withdrew his overzealous muscle just as Chespin's tongue flicked out to catch it. He was quick despite his inexperience, though, and when his tongue darted out again it met the grass type's, just tips circling at first, then full lengths pressing together. Chespin kept the affair calm and considerate, only giving little hints with his motions for Marowak to either pick up on or else leave unnoticed. His tongue poked around Marowak's mouth, guiding the other male's to follow his own, then kindly coaxed the ground type into his mouth, inviting Marowak to explore as he pleased. Which he did. Marowak started to lose himself in the moment, doing only what came naturally.

Chespin's hand wandered downward; his fingertips lightly touched against the protruding appendage between Marowak's legs. He gently broke their kiss as his digits glided along the sensitive pole. He searched Marowak's face, curious as to what he might find. Marowak gasped just a little from the feeling, a light blush creeping up his cheeks again as his most intimate flesh was given recognition. Chespin brought his palm to press against the shaft, then shifted his hand so that his fingers curled around it. He gave a soft squeeze. Marowak responded with a sharp, ragged intake of air. Chespin smiled.

"Like that?"

He slid his hand down a couple inches of the shaft. Already he felt a trickle of pre coat the inner curve of his top finger.

"Hh-ah...Chespin..."

Chespin what? What could he say? What should he say? But Chespin didn't need any more to go off of.

"Well...if you like that...I bet you'll like this..."

Marowak's eyes followed Chespin's as the smaller 'mon slid down, watching them fade until the two white dots were engulfed by the darkness beneath the sheets. He felt Chespin's head nuzzling against his tummy...then his inner thighs...But the tongue, the one he'd just moments ago familiarized himself with...oh, it brushed so smoothly, so soothingly across his skin. And yet it was electric as it traced lines across all of his most sensitive areas...

Chespin took his time, savoring the ground type's flavor as he licked along his crotch. He spent some time around the base of Marowak's cock, then the rounded bumps of his balls; he even gave a few hesitant seconds to his taint, half-daring himself to play with the elder male's ring. There were so many options, all of them tantalizing in their own way. But no. He should keep it simple. Besides, he wanted to get nice and acquainted with that hot piece of meat his tutor was sporting. So he scooted forward again, letting his nose brush against Marowak's cream-white, musk-stained orbs. His nose came to rest near the tip of the pink spire of flesh, which dabbed him with a spot of pre. His tongue flicked up to clean, tickling the underside of the ground type's member in the process. He breathed slowly, allowing himself a moment to familiarize with his mentor's more intimate aromas. The scent was strong, full of male and power. It stifled the air under the covers with warm, dusky arousal...and yet, Chespin didn't find it overpowering, for all its potency. It was definitely enough to get to his head, though. Without another thought, he pushed himself up to a better angle, wrapped his lips around Marowak's tip and got to work.

"Hh-"

Marowak's eyes shut tight as the rest of him tensed. It had all been going so fast; he'd felt time speeding by around him as he lay still at its mercy, unaware but for the sheets above and the sensations below. And then a pressure, a touch he'd never felt before, had swept over him like a haze. "ohhh... nhh..." It was all he could do to keep from squirming, thrashing, and from such a small provocation...His loins were restless; every little shift Chespin made caused his heart to flutter. It was the single most unusual and yet most welcome thing he'd ever experienced. He finally gained enough control of himself to weakly lift his hand and move it downward. It found what it was looking for after a bit of groping and gently came to rest on the little tuft protruding from Chespin's hood. It gave him a semblance of control. For about three seconds, anyway, before Chespin's head suddenly dipped much lower. Marowak moaned hoarsely as the warmth which had before been restricted to the tip of his penis suddenly engulfed his entire length. He felt the light touch of...teeth?...at the base of his cock, and a much stronger, tighter constriction that at previous around his tip. He finished a raspy breath before grunting loudly, completely overwhelmed by the feeling. His tail attempted to curl, but met resistance against Chespin's underside.

Chespin was proud of himself. Marowak wasn't enormous, but the ground type was certainly larger than him, and his cock was pretty thick. And Chespin had taken it all the way to the base! He did his best not to gag as the ground type twitched in his mouth. Of course, the tip of Maro's member pressing into his throat made that a hard task...no pun intended...He figured he probably looked the part of a rodent with his cheeks bulged slightly to accommodate all of that meat.

At any rate, he was intent on showing off a bit, hoping to impress his instructor. Or maybe he just liked watching the larger 'mon squirm. Either way, he decided he'd given Marowak enough time to adjust, and started not so slowly bobbing his head. He made sure his motions were nice and deliberate: long, smooth, and slick enough to produce some*shlck*s, for good measure. Judging by the near-immediate moans and sighs of the ground type above, muffled as they were through the covers, he figured he was pulling that off nicely.

The sudden motion between Chespin's legs caused him to jump a little. He thought for a second someone had somehow snuck up on them and...no, no, it's just Maro's tail, he assured himself. Remember, you straddled it getting down here? Where else was it going to go?_Just to be sure, though, he reached down and put a hand on a part of it near where it'd rubbed against his groin. It, like something else he'd been toying with recently, was thick and sturdy. _And about to get put to good use, he thought. Though doing his best not to lower the threshold on his oral services, Chespin took a second to get the tail wedged nice and tightly between his thighs. His balls rested snugly on top of it, pushed forward a bit by the leathery hide. With that all set, he reapplied his full attention to Marowak's penis, getting a firm rhythm going as he rolled his lower body against the ground type's tail each time he lifted his head. Chespin was pleasantly surprised to find his companion curl the appendage, wrapping it loosely around his hip and waist as it squeezed just a little. He thought he felt one of the semi-spiky nubs toward the tip of it flick against his foreskin, but his mind was too busy with Marowak's other tip to notice.

Chespin's minstrations suddenly came to grinding halt, by no accord of his own: Marowak's hand tugged at the leaves on his hood, his tail constricted around the grass type's midsection...even his legs suddenly sprang up and wrapped themselves around Chespin's cheeks and ears, leaving his head pinned between the ground types (somewhat sweaty) thighs. Chespin didn't mind so much, though; he was mostly concerned about his air flow, as this development had left his face buried in Marowak's crotch with a well-proportioned dick blocking his windpipe. He couldn't really budge, given the ground type's powerful muscles. Before he could protest much, though, he heard Marowak moan loudly, and had only a quick second to react as a jet of cum fired into his throat, followed by several more long shots of the stuff. He did okay up until the fourth or fifth string, but there was just a lot coming out, and with it's powerful owner's member bucking like a damn ponyta, there just wasn't any way he was handling it flawlessly. He gagged a bit. What cum hadn't made it down his throat trickled out of his mouth as he tried to stifle a few coughs. Marowak kept a steady stream of moans flowing to match his sperm as it coated the smaller 'mon's mouth. Some of the stuff that'd leaked out began to pool on his crotch, right about where Chespin's nose was trying to compensate for the occupied opening below it. Chespin couldn't smell or taste anything but Marowak; his own member twitched against the tail it was resting on.

Marowak finally gained enough sense to realize that, as much as he was overcome by the intensity of his orgasm, he wasn't being very considerate. He loosened his grip on Chespin, despite his legs feeling suddenly rather weak. The grass type spluttered, drawing his head up some. He might of pulled off all the way, but he decided against it; he wasn't going to let a now-amended lack of air deter him. Though it was less than at first, Marowak was still shooting, and Chespin milked him for all he was worth, licking and sucking as fervently as he could. Marowak's choppy gasps and moans matched each flick of the grass type's tongue.

Even after Marowak was spent, Chespin kept on toying with the ground type's member, enjoying the twitches and jerks of the larger pokemon's body. Finally, after an agonizingly pleasureful few minutes, Marowak felt the lips of his 'torment' release his penis. With a bit more effort than he'd like to admit, he managed to pull the covers back, allowing him his first view of his hooded friend's handiwork. The grass type smiled at him, seemingly unconcerned with the cum clinging to the fur around his mouth. His hand rubbed idly at the marowak's balls.

"Wow...you were really pent up, huh?" He snickered.

Marowak blushed, though in a giddy sort of way. He didn't really know what to say.

Chespin pulled himself up onto the ground type's chest. Marowak leaned back and put his arms down for support, accomodating the smaller 'mon. Chespin's face hung inches from his own. He shivered a little as something brushed against his spent cock. Chespin's tail, of course.

"Hey," the grass type said. The pair panted lightly. Marowak faintly worried about tasting his own cum, but any of his concerns about that were quickly confronted as Chespin leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. He decided it wasn't so bad. Though really, he was just happy to have Chespin there with him.

Their kissing got a bit heavier and continued that way for a few minutes. When Chespin broke the kiss, he let his weight rest against the ground type, nuzzling his head into the space above Marowak's shoulder. He gave a little hum of contentment. Marowak was rather too swept by the whole experience to move much, so he simply lay there, enjoying the presence of his friend. He felt very at peace.

He suddenly had a thought. "...It occurs to me that you didn't...get off."

Chespin kissed him on the cheek, still an unusual feeling for the boney lizard.

"I had plenty of fun. Besides, we've got a lot of work to do if I'm gonna help you catch up on...well how old are you, anyway?"

"Er. In human years or marowak years?"

"...Whatever. Point is, we can get around to that another time. If that's okay with you."

Marowak smiled contentedly. "It is."

--Fin