Title: Bite to Break Skin
Fandom: Videogame!
Pair Pokémon Red / Green
Genre: General, Erotic, Fluff
Rating: Red
Warnings: One-Shot, Lemon, Yaoi, Missing Moments
Word Count: 3883
Notes: Lemon Before I write after something like 3 years, I must say that this fan fiction contains all that usually avoids in a story - or Porn and Fluff. The Red which I was inspired by the video game is, of course, but stylistically to that of fan art.
In any case I hope that despite the level of the lemon is somewhat questionable, at least a smile stupidity Red manage to steal.
Title taken from song by Senses Fail.
When Red and Green were small, when Daisy was still in junior high and the spring wind was blowing strongly from the grassy fields of Biancavilla-the world was something immense and unexplored. Huge
were the hands of their parents that they took in his arms and raised them skyward, their rooms were huge and colorful plastic toys, as well as the thick carpet on which it is rolling - trying to count how many Red and Green were used to fill a whole. Huge
were the sun and the moon, the summit of Mount Silver, which stood far away and the dark leaves of the trees of the Emerald Forest - Pokémon were immense. Yet no one could have overcome, their new and existing curious eyes, the enormity of the wild Snorlax in the lazy summer days, took refuge in the grassy area that separated the houses of two children. Maybe just to sleep or maybe just simply to protect themselves from pesky rays of the sun, there was no day in which the two future champions of the league-rivals and friends, companions of adventure and landmarks for generations to come-not find that pokémon with no name there sleeping, snoring with so much strength from him vibrate the chest and bones.
Red and Green from time to time staring at him from the windows of their bedrooms, with his elbows resting on the sill and arms outstretched in front to feel the cool air brush against your finger, while there were times when down in the street and watched in secret. Quietly and without breathing, limiting to stay there-with a juice in one hand and a snack in the other-a secure, fixed. Snorlax was something so big and majestic, if you went so close to feel the fur rustling, the fear that the sky had suddenly disappeared - and the only thing I could think to do was run away , where he knew there to be safe.
They had learned, however, with time and with small reconnaissance missions in the pokémon, despite all the noises that could never do-banging pots and pans to running time, scream odd and even singing songs heard on television, he would not wake up even if on purpose. After discovering that they felt stupid for some time, perhaps even disappointed, and after an eloquent look-launched the 'Red expressing apathetic expression of solemnity and that of Green-which showed mischievous curiosity had begun to revolve around as with a Skitty in front of a wild plant baccarance.
He had placed his hands on his stomach, where they could get there, and feeling your body vibrate at first they were surprised. Then he had looked into his eyes, they both had thin lips curled in and around a few seconds, without even need to say, what had started as a mere curiosity became a race to resist longer.
This time Green had won, because Red had taken to nip the palms of the hands, and the next time-when they did a competition to see who could raise at least a few inches, he did not win either. Snorlax weighed too much and was too hot that time had made them sweat like crazy.
There had been other challenges-all in the end he had left there, the garden shared by two families that still little is known-and there were both more sconfitte che vittorie. Avevano tentato di inzupparlo del tutto e di fargli prendere la scossa, di svegliarlo e di farlo rotolare fino a valle – fino al laboratorio del professore, lì dove c’era quel pezzo d’acqua sconfinato che usavamo per fare il bagno in quei giorni d’estate.
Una volta avevano persino tentato di scalarlo, di raggiungere il suo pancione duro come il marmo e rumoroso come il più terribile dei terremoti, issandosi fino a dove potevano con la semplice forza delle fragili braccia.
Green aveva preso a piantare i piedi contro le zampe più grosse, come se quello che stesse scalando fosse un albero e non un pokémon particolarmente lazy, while Red had remained motionless for some time. He set the nose of Snorlax, so preoccupied with that deadpan that her parents, and had confined himself to quiet breathing - slow and cautious, his heart pounding in my chest and safe.
The friend had urged, not without a hint of derision in the tone of childlike voice, and she giggled. "Come on, Red! It's no fun unless you try it too! "
He had not paid attention, not right away, and he raised his eyes to heaven. It was the summer of their eight years, what seemed to be shorter and warmer of all.
"We are almost there! "She screamed Green, who was still small enough not to know that the final piece is always the most difficult to overcome whatever adversity, and Red had turned their backs. He had started running towards the house and the friend was so offended the dismay, he let go and fell to the ground. Red
When he returned, running with that kind of pace that had nothing to do with the clumsiness of children their age, but that seemed to reflect more than mechanical and rhythm of a professional racer-tank and precise, quiet and aimed straight at the point-Green was still on the ground. With sullen expression on his face and elbows pressed against the ground to hold him, he thought for a moment that Red had gone somewhere-who knows what to take a ladder, a stepping stone or maybe even a space shuttle-less what his friend had gone to actually do. Red
stopped by moving a bit 'rough and a bit' suddenly right next to Green, the eyes focused on the target, and loading the arm like a baseball player had raised his right leg strength and launched a Poké ; ball big time when a fist against the sleeping Snorlax. That
had whipped the air, and amid the noise away from the villages on the lake and the more muffled the breath had been surprised by Green to bounce back against her belly swollen and tense dell'ingombrante pokémon.
The world had stopped for a moment, deafening both children for a while, and the clash of metal against the Poké Ball grassland seemed the loudest sounds heard until then.
Then the colored ball had opened with a click, there was a flash of light and within a moment Snorlax appeared to be only a memory. There was
the grass crushed by a weight that no longer exists, there before them, and there was a huge Pokémon Biancavilla had ever seen in a small ball Poke. There was a consciousness of having done something great, spectacular, and there was a whole life ahead of them that would have been as exciting as that little adventure and personal - they knew for sure, heard him in the stomach and bones .
Neither said anything for a while. For both heart was pounding so hard to seem troublesome, yet Green was beating more irregular, faster.
"It's not as if I had risen above. "He mumbled and then after some time, with a strange feeling annoyed at the base of the stomach discomfort. He was seated in a more decomposed, with her legs spread and palms of hands placed behind his back, his eyes trained on the back of the comrade who was collecting the Poké Ball. She had seen him hold it between your fingers and felt a bit 'jealous, had seen him look the counter and had looked away with a snort capricious.
Then he came back at him, secretly, and Red had touched the Poké ball with thin fingers. He pressed the button almost by accident that operate the opening, and suddenly the enormity of Snorlax had shown once again. Red
had let slip a sharp exclamation of surprise, perhaps for the first time in his life, and feeling swell beneath him round the Pokémon's stomach had clung with so much strength to rip a couple of tufts the fur standing out straight.
Again, there was a moment of silence. The kind of silence can mean everything and nothing, surrounded by the admiring look of surprise-of-the Green and nervously suspicious Red, who crawls on his belly to Snorlax really had no idea how to get off.
But that was not the point, that was not the problem.
Green had looked up, still sprawled on the ground, and Red had stared straight at me. It was then lifted to his feet, a bit 'with difficulty, and he curled his lips.
A moment, and Green had seen him raise his arms to the sky almost abruptly, not as a sign of victory to show their superiority. Impassive as he was always been, Red had exulted in his personal and particular way of doing.
~ ~ ~
everything was finished, everything.
The Pokédex, which was initially the main and only cause of their journey, and the conquest of the gym. Team Rocket was defeated and neutralized, although it was not just a simple accident in the path that was their life, and the whole region had been explored.
They took boats and trains, had seen unimaginable forests and bike paths long as their own imagination - yet it was nothing more than that, nothing more could be done.
both had arrived at the end, the first Green to Red, and both were Champions League. They had been in the Hall of Fame and had been celebrated, remained immortal in the eyes of the Super Four severe and the more distant and less important than the fans.
Then there was nothing, and there was more or less knew that the two-states with an awareness so as to be depressing, that they would remain for some time.
The festivities over the Plateau Blu were noisy and colorful as those in the league, speeches from 'They were just kids when I saw them leave for the first time' by Professor Oak who could not drown the noisy din Staff in the entire party. There were balloons and cakes scattered 'everywhere, there were banners and there were huge screens that show the decisive meeting constantly, constantly, so as to be nauseating. Red
had ceased to participate mentally to everything more or less since he had placed its Poké Ball in the belt, the raucous and incredibly hot breath dell'Arcanine Green still on the ground to act as his background. Not interested in that sort of thing had never particularly wanted to be held outside of attention.
Green instead, since they were taken to show the recording of their final confrontation, he had served to fix the huge screen above their heads.
look for details, clues, and flukes unexpected errors. He tried with the look and feel in the meantime, every time the screen goes black for enabling the movie to start, stomach, shaking with so much force to make him bleed pride.
His jaw tightened and his gaze fixed, the pursed lips and hands clenched into fists into the pockets of his trousers.
Although they were both grown-Green had even learned to appreciate more Pokémon for the friendship and for their power-that thin vein of annoying superiority the former champion still had not managed to scrollarsela off. Suddenly
but without excessive force Red put a hand on his arm, using it as support for his feet, and letting his fingers slip from the elbow to the wrist moves a step beyond their station of Guests of Honor. Green looked away from the screen with some effort-with images of the struggle that still flashed before my eyes-and would not budge. Red then turned around, taking a walk back cautiously, without being too flashy and clenched his fists as a kid and raised his forearms - imitating that gesture that years ago had affected him as the greatest obstacle that Green would have had to overcome.
He sketched a face-it was so acidic, they seem discouraged and disgusted-amused sadly and shook his head with a sigh. He got to his feet, for the cheers of others always made him feel bad, and with a shrug followed his childhood friend over the passage leading to the exit.
Their footsteps sounded dry and dark between the narrow walls of that part of the world, and the light was so faint as to seem only a distant memory on their silhouetted figures at the bottom so different.
"Here? He asked after a while Green, I agree with a bored tone of voice. Pursed his lips and breathed through his nose, his face tilted sideways and gave his rival a look eloquent. "Right now? "Red
not even deign to respond-and-rarely did so without squeezing too hard a hand around the arm and dragged him into the bathroom he found first.
smelled of disinfectant and it was dark as the hallway that had just crossed, was no bigger than a couple of closets and put together the tiles of the walls were cold - Green groaned when the other pressed against the sink and pressed against it. He let
lift and press against the glass that had behind, spread his legs to make room for the frail body of Red and held my breath when that's just clenched both hands against her thighs strained.
"I always thought" Green then sketched, and clenched his fingers against the sink below is to stand "I was senseless. "
He said without rancor and with some dried Ironically, because if it was true that as a Pokémon Trainer for the day had failed, it was not necessary that his rival infierisse that way. Red
leaned toward him and said nothing, he let his forehead up against the chin and just opened his mouth - breathing on his neck in passing the language hot throat chin. Then he muttered something that did not feel right, scroll left hands from the hips to the top of the other and put a sub.
"I won. "He said, then again, his voice a bit 'more high, as he felt the skin of its Green stretch when he touched it. Does not deviate from his neck and did not move again, just press against his chest so as to make him almost hurt. Green
snorted and shook his head, winked and opened his mouth but could not say anything. He reached out a hand to press it flat against the stomach of the dark, she heard him warm through the fabric and curiosity led him in just his fingers up - could not suppress a groan when he felt his teeth just press against his shoulder as a sign of protest.
's heart was pounding Red and impetuous, but noisy in the regular skinny chest of the new Champions League, and it was obvious to both that it was not only because of the excitement began to press with a certain insistence in their pants.
The battle, the desire to win and the fear of the unknown were not something you could hide yourself for too long, after all.
Green smiled showing teeth and tongue-in-eyes squint slightly and clenched his fingers around the piece of cloth. He pulled on him then the other, as if all that were not enough, and left ran his hand down to go to shake sex through the fabric - the Red stifled groan that pinched the ears wet with pleasure.
"Okay, you win. "He breathed in reply a moment later, with particular insistence by pressing a couple of fingers against the excitement is not too discreet" So you know I want a rematch. "In saying he made to go down the sink and place your feet on the ground, pulling the shirt already and maybe arranged to give a hair, when the weight of the back forced him to push back against the glass - and the Green frowning slipped a bit 'too down with the pelvis.
"You want more. "Red
pulled a bit 'up, one hand resting against the wall and the other on the side of his rival, the look more polished and less restrained than it seems to have been so far. Green leaned over and breathed slowly, he let his lips touch her for a moment and passed without kissing. The gesture raised his shirt with a dry but not sharp, he took it up to press the board against his shoulder and bent to kiss the chest. He paused for a moment and then slid on the teeth and tongue to the stomach flat, remaining there with your hands to breathe while he went to unfasten the belt in a bright red. Green gave a snort a bit 'heavy, the kind that usually you just can not hold back, sighed and then more slowly and with more control. He heard Red
take them off your pants without haste, and to help in the movement pulled himself from the edge of the basin and the towel dispenser. She shivered when his hands touched the skin, cold to the touch, and then bit her lips when he pressed her open mouth against the erection boxers to shake the hips and jeans hanging from his ankles. I felt just being there to suck distracted, his hands and knees ended strip of ground to be comfortable with the stuff that remained became suddenly tense, humid and uncomfortably present.
After all, it was always that way. Green Red who won that challenge and, in a manner so damn obvious and repetitive as to seem to be the result of some kind of complicated twist of fate. If Red had not won, simply, the world stopped to wait for him. He shook again
bare hands against the thighs to make him lift and continued that way, running his tongue from the base to the tip in silence and almost without breathing. Green
snorted and gasped, shaking her head as a sign of displeasure-resignation-and kept his eyes closed. He tilted his face back, feeling the cold glass of the press it against the back of his head uncovered, and began to listen to the rhythm of the impetuous heart beating in my chest.
not hear the loud voices outside the door and did not hear the fireworks which exploded yet, so strong as to make him vibrate bones and throat, to acclaim something that ultimately he would never want to admit. Red
gasped just blowing hot breath on his erection tight, and slide your hands down first drew the boxer - just enough to suck and lick the inner thigh so close to its opening for him to be afraid want to fuck it so directly. For the Green started and stared, gasped and frowned with annoyance air. Then reached out and placed it on the head of the other, staring across.
"Hey. " he muttered in a voice a little 'hoarse, broken by the excitement which had been abandoned and ill-concealed disappointment. The other looked up, fixed and glassy as they always were, and slow breathing against his leg stretched out a hand to get the fluid to penetrate it - so treacherous as to be a little 'ridiculous. Green winked and widened to reflect the other, he groaned in annoyance and gasped loudly. He raised one leg, trying once again to fall to the ground from that height is not embarrassing, and shaking his face in a couple of little jumps tried not to stiffen your muscles. She felt the throbbing erection and unsatisfied, despite everything, the presence of red between her legs was the only thing on his mind seemed to be taken into account.
"The fact that you won does not mean you necessarily" Ah! "Groaned to hear the other, instead of inserting a second finger and in any case inappropriate, he had taken to using the language. "To stand on! "
was warm, the language of Red, and insisted feel too much effort into him. Green gasped again and again he realized he had his eyes closed, swallowed loudly and tilted his face to the side. Now taken the habit and the other movements did not spare even the failure to answer, merely offset the hand with short hair blacks until his erection - pulling all of the boxer to take a touch, instinctively.
There was a time when he hated Red. From the bottom, and sparingly, without too much force but steadily. When his Raticate had died in that way-Green he realized only then that the pokémon died, just like humans, the pain and disappointment were so strong as to make him feel that feeling so corrosive almost unhealthy.
With eyes still closed she heard him stand up and panting slightly, sinking again face against his neck-like to want to hide from his view-and slip two fingers inside him, light.
Yet when he saw a Red Lavandonia, there in front of the cemetery, it was as if everything had disappeared. It was as if a part of him, that kind of bulk that no child should have to prove to the advance of years had gone and replaced with something harder and colder, as an adult.
was then reached that kind of relationship, what she was allowing to slip into Red third and fourth toes that caused a whimper a bit 'desperate, that certainly was not hate - but it was certainly not love, as the simple need to have a pure side by side , as a simple ideal dictated by habit.
"I start to Mount Silver. "Red blew against his shoulder, point blank, before removing his hand from his opening and in turn loose pants.
penetrates it, without actually being too pushy or rude, but giving the impression to be open in two and suddenly filled with something as essential as annoying at the same time-and hoarse gasp that followed for a while overlooking anything.
both panting, without moving, Red and slowly looked at him straight in the eye. Green swallowed because it was so badly to feel tense muscles, and let him gaze wandered from her face to the throat, and from there up to his chest and stomach, erection button and point where their bodies came together as a single thing.
There was deafening silence as the bursting of a bomb-and then Red inspired plan. He raised his arms to heaven with a straight face as detached, his lips stretched in a straight line and fair.
was their first time in that way.
Green laughed, led to exasperation, shaking his head and held out both hands to pull the other and forcing him to move.
After that, the rest does not matter anymore.
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