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The harsh glare of industrial fluorescents blurred his vision as he awoke, making his eyes water and forcing him to raise a hand in defense. As the fog of unconsciousness lifted, he became aware of just how bizarre that was.

Fox blinked back the discomfort as his eyes adjusted to the light. Where...am I?

He definitely didn't know where he was, or why he was there. He did know that it wasn't by choice; this wasn't his sort of place. His head was slowly getting back to normal, and a bit of focus woke up his memory a bit...he remembered walking back to the city, following the route through the forest after training with his team...and then everything went hazy.

His team...wait, where were they? The belt of Poké Balls typically on his waist was gone...in fact, so was most of his clothing. He was clad in nothing but his boxers...definitely not how he had been dressed on his trip home.

Whatever was going on, he didn't like it one bit.

Fox sat up, trying to assess his surroundings. The room he was in was almost entirely empty; a table stood at one end, but nothing was on it. There was a sliding door at the far end of the room, cracked slightly open. This only served to further his confusion; this didn't look like the type of place to hold someone captive. In fact, it didn't look like much of anything.

Well...I'd rather not just sit around here, if I can help it. Let's lee if I can find some answers.

He stood and approached the door cautiously. It didn't open automatically as he thought, but it easily slid to his push. The hallway seemed as empty as his room, but the way out would have to be through there...with an idle shrug, he stepped out and headed left. As he got down the hall, he heard the door slide shut behind him, and turned back; nothing was there.

Weird...

Curious, he slipped back towards the room, and tried to push the door back open. It didn't budge a bit; he was locked out, not that it was that big a loss, but it only added to his confusion. There was no point in waiting around for it, so he continued forward, moving slowly and quietly, looking and listening for any signs of life. Nothing came out as he kept going through the halls, passing through the occasional door and being waylaid by a locked one every now and then. Despite the absence of anything noteworthy, he couldn't help but feel like he was being shepherded around...and in the state he was in, that was not a comfortable thought.

Eventually, he opened a door into a larger room, one that was even emptier than the one he started in in terms of furniture...but for the first time, something else was there, a Greninja who was examining the walls of the room carefully. For a moment Fox was silent, getting a familiar feeling from the Pokémon...and then the door slammed behind him, startling him and making him look back briefly. Quickly he turned back, knowing that the frog had to have responded as well...and saw it staring at him, wide-eyed.

"...Fox?"

The trainer's eyes opened wide. "V-Viceroy?"

Oh, he did know the Greninja, and quite well. Viceroy had been his first Pokémon, joining him as a Froakie, and they'd had quite a number of adventures over the few years they had been together. Fierce battles, enduring rivalries, moments of glory that Fox could hardly have imagined...but, as time went on, a fair bit of clashing. For reasons that he never understood, their differences in personality weren't so easily resolved, and they had more than a few arguments over little things...and one big thing.

To Fox, the ultimate goal was the prestige of beating the Pokémon League Champion, the strongest of the strong trainers. His focus, his efforts, were aligned towards reaching that goal, and he wanted his team to be in the same line. Most were perfectly happy to do so...but not Viceroy. The Greninja wanted to put his skill towards something more heroic, helping those in need and stopping trouble in its tracks. To him, Fox's ambition was self-centered and ultimately worthless, and he expressed his opinion about it in no uncertain terms. It was a sore point for the trainer, he wasn't uncaring about others but didn't like the idea of putting his ass on the line and potentially coming off badly injured or dead.

The dispute erupted full-force one night, coming to blows. The others separated them before too many were landed, but the damage was done. Viceroy quit the team immediately, and Fox wasted no breath trying to get him to stay. That had been over a year ago...and this was the first time he'd laid eyes on Viceroy since. Sure, he'd heard rumors, stories that he knew were connected, but he tried to pay them no mind...the topic was a sore point, and that discontent was immediately rushing back at the sight of his former partner.

Apparently, the feeling was mutual, as Viceroy's shock turn to coldness rather quickly. "And just what are you doing here?"

"Hell if I know," Fox replied sharply. "Are you going to tell me?"

"You think I'm behind this?"

"You're the only other person I've seen here. Where else can I direct my suspicions?"

That earned him a glower. "Please. I have better things to do with my time than abduct you. There are people out there in need, I'd much rather be dealing with them than stuck in here with someone who doesn't give a damn."

"Oh, right. All those stories, people talking about the so-called 'Guardian Shadow.' I'm betting that's you? And here I thought you weren't interested in glory."

Viceroy's eyes narrowed, and there was no question he was getting angrier. "I'm hardly in control of what people want to call me. At least I'm doing something...you've not even taken two steps forward in a year, I hear."

"No one ever said this was easy! The trainers and gyms and all get a lot tougher the further you get. The team gets stronger every day, they'll be ready in time...especially since they actually listen and work with me."

"Hmph. What a pity. Wasting their lives for nothing, when they could be going on to greater things. They could've followed my example and had an actually fulfilling life."

Fox was getting pretty steamed himself by this point. "I think they wanted a long one. None of them want to end up murdered in a ditch like you're going to be at some point...you won't be accomplishing much then, will you?"

Viceroy glowered darkly, looking about to say something much more venomous, but abruptly stopped. "I don't have to waste my time with this. I'm leaving, however long that takes." He turned and strode back to the door, grabbing it rather roughly and...couldn't budge it a millimeter. "What the...oh, come on."

Upon seeing this, Fox wheeled around and tried to open the door at his end. No luck; it wouldn't budge either. "The hell?! We're locked in?"

"Sealed in, even...something more than a lock," Viceroy said with a grunt. "With a lock there'd be a bit of give...this door is stuck tight. Must be to prevent me from just breaking the fucking thing down."

"Fuck it all! Is there another way out?" Fox looked around desperately, trying to find any openings in the room, another door or window or anything...but the only perturbation in the walls were a few small vents up near the ceiling, not big enough for either of them to pass through. Before he could curse his luck any further, though, he heard a hissing from the nearest vent. Nothing was visible, but his mind went to the worst possibility immediately. "Gas! Something's being pumped in!"

"Shit!" Viceroy hissed. "Sealed room, no means of escape...whatever it is, we're not getting away from it!"

Panic was starting to overtake Fox. He pounded uselessly at the door, terror rising at the thought of what might happen to him. This was his worst fear, that he'd gotten caught up in a revenge plot against Viceroy, and now he way paying the price for the Greninja's vigilante work. Often this thought had made him angry as well as scared, but at the moment he was too afraid to be angry. He just wanted to get out.

It wasn't happening, though. Nothing he bas doing was having even the slightest effect on the door, and Viceroy had started to work the walls with his attacks to similar lack of avail. Now they could feel the air getting heavier around them as the gas began to settle, desperation and panic and the energy they were exerting keeping them from controlling their breathing at all, ensuring that they were taking it in...

It took them a bit to realize the effect it was having on them. A very different response was rising in their bodies, one that soon become too much to ignore...Fox and Viceroy caught it at the same time, their escape efforts ceasing as blood rushed to their nethers, a heat rising fast in their bodies. Lust.

It was a strange feeling...obviously, Fox had been horny before, but this was very different, like someone had started an engine inside of him and it was just revving his arousal hard. His mind couldn't disengage from it, in fact it was becoming more pulled in by the second. And Viceroy had it even worse; being a Water-type, he partly breathed through his skin, and his tongue was one large collection point for the gas as well. His body was quickly racked with need, with drive, and nothing he was doing could counter it.

With speed to match his name, Viceroy was on Fox, grabbing him and holding him against the wall. Fox locked eyes with him briefly, and could see the visible contraction in the Greninja's pupils; he briefly imagined that in his own eyes, before his thoughts of the frog turned towards his groin. Viceroy was completely unsheathed and hard before him...it was nothing Fox hadn't seen before, having been around him for so long before the falling-out, but now he knew it was directed at him, and it became noticeably more imposing...and more appealing at the same time, as his own mind fell prey to the effects of the gas.

The Greninja worked quickly while he was distracted, his fingers forming the sharp water blades his kind were known for. A quick few swipes, and he had shredded Fox's boxers to ribbons; thankfully his technical skill meant that nothing else was harmed. Fox couldn't have objected if he wanted to, but he was in the same state now, he needed to fuck and at this point he was desperate for Viceroy to do it.

A moment later, he did just that. His slick cock slammed deep into Fox, getting a loud cry of pleasure out of both of them. Any discomfort at the harsh entry was completely beyond Fox's ability to register in his hyperaroused state, all he felt was an incredible pleasure coupled with the beginnings of relief. He tried to call out for more, failing in his breathlessness, but Viceroy was obliging him nonetheless, his pace almost frantic as he plunged into his former trainer, slick smacks accompanying every thrust.

Fox gripped Viceroy tight, breathlessly moaning, too incoherent to do anything more. The feeling was heavenly, a warm and wet tension hitting just the right spots inside him. Never before had he had this pleasure, and now he was getting it in the most intense situation, hardly able to think straight for it. He was hard as a rock himself, already on the verge as the gas and pleasure combined to overpower any control he had.

Viceroy relished the warmth and tightness of his ex-trainer's ass, waves of relief washing through with the pleasure as the need from the gas was eased. It was his first as well, and better than he had ever imagined...his tongue waved around uncontrolled, Viceroy too lost in sex to make proper use of it, all he wanted to do was drive into Fox until he came, breeding the human until he couldn't handle any more.

It was Viceroy who came first, his lightning-fast plunges overriding everything. He launched himself onto Fox as he came, his last thrust more forceful than any of the previous as he spurt into the human's ass, shooting thin but plentiful ropes deep inside him. It was enough to get Fox going as well, his own cum shooting hard onto Viceroy, the Greninja barely even cognizant that he was being decorated by Fox's climax.

Barely seconds passed before Viceroy pulled out, fast and slick, a trail of fluid dripping out behind his emergence briefly before he took Fox to the ground, getting down on top of him to go again. Fox couldn't have cared less about the rough treatment, he still needed to be fucked bad, one round wasn't enough to wear off the gas...and in the haze, neither attended to the fact that being down low to the ground was where the highest concentration of the gas was, their bodies taking it in and continuing to fuel their lust.

It took only moments for Fox to position himself on all fours, legs spread wide to invite the frog to take what he needed. Viceroy was on top of him in an instant, plunging down hard into him, no less relentless than before, and now in his current position he was going even deeper, his hips slamming into Fox's ass furiously as he fucked the human anew. Now possessing slightly more wherewithal, his tongue deftly swept around to Fox's underside, wrapping around his cock and bathing it in slick warmth, pumping it in time with the pounding in his ass.

The incredible pleasure left him reeling. How could he have been so harsh? Viceroy had a heart of gold, always fiercely dedicated to what he did, and here he had been giving him shit for that. Despite their differences, he was a good friend...no, more. It was true, wasn't it? Fox had always desired more...it frustrated him, that he knew he couldn't have it, it wouldn't have been proper. Every chat, every interaction would remind him of it, no matter how hard he tried to bury it...that was where a lot of it had come from, wasn't it? Fox had felt his absence, it hadn't erased his desire, only made him regret the loss more, a burden he had been carrying that had arrested his growth, his ability...he had needed this more than anything else in his life.

And Viceroy was going through similar revelations. His own feelings, buried for so long, repressed to hell and back but never going away, he knew they were the source of so much of their conflict. To want so much, yet never be able to mention it, not even leave a trace of the hint of what he wanted because of what could happen...all that flooding in and then whisked away as he pounded his trainer, took what he had wanted for so long, what both of them had wanted for so long. Even more than his desires to use his powers to the purpose he wanted...leaving hadn't spared him that frustration, he needed to be with Fox, to have more of him, not less.

Relentlessly, almost viciously, he gave Fox his dual pleasure, rapidly spearing him from behind while smothering his cock with his warm tongue, seeming determined to overload the human with euphoria. It worked, Fox's pleasured cries ringing out as he came again, spurting onto the ground and the tongue, jolts coming out hard whenever they came after another thrust from Viceroy. Yet, Fox didn't feel that need die down this time, it stayed with him, refusing to give him relief, forcing him to take more from Viceroy, to beg even as he couldn't form a single word or even a meaningful sound.

The Greninja nevertheless obliged, as if he could stop himself from doing so. Even as he felt his own orgasm hit for the second time, he kept up his wild pace, the gas telling him to keep going as if he wasn't at his peak at all. Copious fluids splashed out around him as he pulled out every time, soaking Fox's ass and legs as well as the floor, Viceroy unable to care as he kept going, mindlessly obeying that trigger that kept firing off in his brain. Both of them felt things get fuzzy as the effects of the gas fully took over, sending them into an insensible tirade of fucking...

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Slowly, Fox came to. He was fully dressed, except for his underwear, and all his gear and Pokémon were back with him. The building was no more, he was back in the woods, not on the trail but he could see it from nearby. He could feel the fatigue in his body, especially his groin and ass which ached badly from overuse. As he sat up and got his bearings, he saw Viceroy laying nearby, also returning to consciousness. "Oof...wait, we're out here?"

"Looks like it..." The two of them stood up, a bit of awkwardness between them. "Can't be that far from town, but...I guess it's out of the way enough that no one would just happen on us."

"Or catch them in the act, either." Viceroy nodded. "Well...I guess we should be thankful."

Fox was quiet, his mind on the foggy memory of what had happened. He was definitely still feeling it, but it still seemed so bizarre, so inexplicable...he couldn't wrap his head around it. "...That really happened, didn't it?"

Viceroy snorted. "What, the ache in your cock didn't give it away?"

"Yeah, but...it's so wild, it still feels like a dream...I didn't ever think that...well, something like that could have..."

"...Yeah, me either. I...I don't know why, why would someone do that? And...how would they know?"

"I don't know...not sure we'll ever find out, if they were able to do us up like this then I don't know that we have a chance of finding them."

"Then we probably shouldn't waste our time with it. If they can run rings around us like that and that's the worst they decide to do with us, tempting fate by trying to go after them is unlikely to bring about any happy return."

"That's true." Another awkward silence. It was clear to both of them that they were dancing around the obvious, but neither one knew exactly how to approach it. Finally, Fox slowly broached it. "So...all that time, both of us..."

"Yeah...and we never knew...and it was eating at us, so we let it out...by just fighting with each other."

"It didn't occur to either of us to really think about how we felt."

"We could've avoided it all if we'd just been more aware."

"I'm sorry," they said almost at the exact same time. The mutual admission caught them a bit off-guard, and they were quiet again for a moment, though Fox was quicker to break it again.

"You know, I...I think I should have been more supportive of you, and what you wanted to do. I mean, it's a really noble goal, to want to help others like that...I guess I'm just scared, because I don't really have the ability to fight like you...I don't know that I'd be able to just...you know, go in like that. But...I could have helped you try to achieve your goals..."

Viceroy bowed his head, silent for a moment. "I...guess I should have respected that more. I got so caught up in what I wanted to do that I, well, didn't really think about what could happen...not in the realistic way, anyway. And...it was wrong of me to call you selfish for wanting to pursue your dreams. Yours aren't any less valid than mine, and there's no reason yours should have to be the same as mine. Even if I wanted something else, I shouldn't have made it harder on you...I'm sorry."

"Maybe...we don't have to pick and choose. There's got to be a way we can both help each other reach our goals...there probably always has been, but we weren't willing to see it before. I think...we should try again."

"You think so? You'd be willing to forgive and move on together?"

Fox smiled as he wrapped his arm around Viceroy. "Absolutely...besides, after you fulfilled another dream of mine by getting to know me so intimately, I hardly want to be apart from you at all. That...we can keep up, as well."

Viceroy smiled back, the first real genuine smile towards Fox in longer than he cared to remember. "I like the sound of that even better."

---

"It seems like your plan worked, Kellen." The Delphox turned away from the retreating pair and back to his trainer, who was laying back on the ground, cackling and rubbing his hands together gleefully.

"It couldn't have gone better, Kailos! Back together, just like they should be...a fantastic outcome, I can't wait to scrap with them again!"

Kailos shook his head slowly. "I still don't understand. You could have gone and gotten a different rival. There are dozens upon dozens of trainers you could match up against. Why spend so much time trying to get them back together? Why go to such unorthodox lengths? Not that I mind turning my psychic powers to unusual purposes, but it doesn't seem to make sense."

"Tell me, Kailos, who among the other trainers we've faced has ever excited me? Who's put up a fight so potent that it forces us to give it our all?" Kellen sat back up, a fierce smile across his face. "No one, other than Fox and Viceroy! They're the only ones who have made me want to have a rivalry with them...and you saw how Fox was without Viceroy, he didn't have the spirit for it without him. No, I can't have my rival fading away like that, not over some silly spat that could be fixed so easily! Now that they're back together, they'll be a force to be reckoned with once again...and when we clash with them, it'll be an excitement like no other!"

"And you don't have any problem with their relationship being like that?"

"Bah! If I'd known all he needed to do was fuck the frog I'd have gotten them together months ago! I don't care what he does so long as he puts forth a battle like he used to!"

Kailos couldn't help but chuckle. As strange as Kellen's whims were sometimes, it was nice to have a trainer who cared more about a good battle than what other people did in their own time. It certainly made life easier for them all, to know they didn't have to worry about anything other than a good fight. He still didn't know if all this work was really necessary, but it was a moot point now. And he was looking forward to another match with Viceroy...all that time as the Guardian Shadow would certainly make him tougher.

It would be a good time, for sure.