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"Dawn's missing?" Cheren asked, overhearing the conversation that Lucas, Barry, and Cynthia brought up to Lear, setting his book down.
"Yes, we kept thinking we were just missing her, but the more we spoke with each other and looked, we realised nobody has seen her three days, and we thought maybe Lear had seen her, or maybe Hoopa might be able to help?" Cynthia said, concern dripping through her usually stoic delivery.
"I thought she might've just been with Lucas!" Barry interrupts, shouting. "The reason she's been gone so long is because we all assumed she was with each other, but eventually we asked Cynthia about it, and together we realized she wasn't even in her room!" Barry explained in a panic.
""And much worse than all that," Lucas says, pulling something out of his bag, "This was still in there." Lucas says, handing Lear a poké ball, scuffed with the wear of age and use, Cheren and Lear both could tell, realizing with their pits in their stomachs growing that this was Torterra's poké ball.
"She NEVER goes anywhere without Torterra!" Barry shouts, voice laced with fear for their best friend. Wherever she is, she clearly didn't go by choice.
"Lear please, maybe Hoopa can somehow communicate with Torterra and try and bring her back using a portal? Or at least maybe we can get some clues to her whereabouts, or at least if she's okay." Cynthia begged, clearly worried about her young protegé.
"I.. I will try. It is of course my duty to ensure the safety of all the trainers on Pasio, but I fear Hoopa might not find anything. Also.. Hoopa doesn't like doing any serious situations like this with anyone but me. So it'll likely just be me, Hoopa, and Torterra in her room, is that alright?" Lear said anxiously, not prepared to deal with a dissapearance.
"Wait, Lear, what if Hoopa brings something dangerous as well? Hoopa is powerful, but I can't let you do this alone, Hoopa trusts me well enough to allow me to help. I don't want you to do this alone, if you'll let me come along." Cheren explained.
"I suppose you're right." Lear said hesitantly, "Me and Hoopa shall go with Torterra, and Cheren shall accompany us as extra security."
"I sincerely hope it goes well..." Cynthia says, tapering off in her speech.
"You'll tell us anything you do find out, right?" Lucas asked, reassuring anything might come out of this.
"Of course, you have my word." Lear says, tightening his grip on Torterra's ball, gesturing for Hoopa to come closer.
"I'll ensure they remain safe," Cheren says to the three, trailing behind Lear and Hoopa, as they head towards Dawn's room.
The room looked truly as if she had just up and disappeared. Her dress was hung up on her bathroom door, her toiletries were out in front of her sink, and her boots were by the door. Not only could they tell she was a very orderly person in her morning routine, but they could also find no trace of her night shirt, shorts, or slippers theyd seen her sleep in before.
"It really does seem like she up and disappeared..." Cheren said, investigating her pillow on her unmade bed, finding no shortage of her shed hairs. "There's no way that could've happened, right?" Cheren said to Lear, just as confused as everyone else.
"There's gotta be something," Lear said, rummaging through her bag, only finding hygiene products, healing items, battle items and poké balls. "But it really doesn't seem like it. It just feels like we're aimlessly looking through her belongings." Lear said, dejectedly.
"I wonder, do you think it's time to bring out Torterra?" Cheren says, gesturing to the giant pillow with leaf litter residue, clearly meant for Torterra.
"What else could we do at this point?" Lear says, pressing the ball on Torterra's ball, letting the large tortoise out into its room, much to its confusion and distress. "Wha- Hoopa please explain what we're doing!" Lear said, holding its hand to allow the psychic type pokémon's telepathy to take effect, prompting Hoopa to float over to the distressed pokémon. Hoopa held its hand on Torterra's forehead, allowing for no barrier of communication, and calming it down.
"What is it Hoopa?" Hoopa nervously approached Lear, an expression rarely seen on the creature, as Hoopa reaches for Lear's hands, Lear's eyes glowing a slight purple, obscured by his shades as the memories Torterra shared to Hoopa are shared to Lear.
"What? What happened Lear?" Cheren asked, worried, as he saw the light glow emit from Lear.
"Dawn just... disappeared in a yellow light, a shape similar to a cage emerging out of light... then she was gone. Torterra couldn't do anything." Lear said, eyes wide, stunned by what he'd seen. "I ... Hoopa, can you maybe try and see if you can open a hole to wherever she was sent? If possible?"
Hoopa made a sound, and began to throw its ring up, and began to hold its hands up.
"W-Wait is this safe? Should we really do this in here?" Cheren says quickly, putting his hand on Stoutland's ball, his warnings going unheeded as the hole opens, to a screeching sound, followed by pink petals and pollen, and a snake like appendage starting to emerge out.
"Wh, what IS that !?" Lear shouts, unfamilar with the pink incarnate being in front of him.
"I think, I think I've read about this before." Cheren hesitantly, yet quickly tried to explain, "For a history lesson, she's the fourth incarnate force from the sinnoh region of old, originally, it was Tornadus, Thundurus, Landourus, and.. Enamourus."
"Enamourus?? Shouldn't she be extinct? Why is she wherever Dawn is-" Lear asked in a panic, quickly being interrupted by being tackled to the ground by Cheren.
"Lear! Pay attention and DUCK!" Cheren shouts, being hit head on in the chest by the pink pollen like dust. Enamourus lets out another screech, before Cheren sends out Stoutland to protect Lear and himself from the very angered and frightened deity of spring.
"Stoutland! Use take down and push it back through the portal! Hoopa! Use hyperspace hole to shut it back in and send it back!" Cheren said, running purely off of adrenaline, ordering both pokemon, mildly shocked his orders went off without a hitch and Hoopa listened at all.
And just as quickly at it all began, it was over. All that was left was Cheren, who tumbled back onto the ground, heaving his breath, Stoutland protectively standing over him, Hoopa checking in on Cheren as he pressed the button to retrieve Torterra to the safety of its ball.
"Cheren! You. You took that attack head on- are you... okay?" Lear questioned, trying to grapple with all of what he just witnessed, as well as someone protecting him with their life by choice, for the first time in his life.
Cheren sat there wondering. Was he? His head felt like it was full of cotton. He was sure he'd read about this attack before, he'd written this lesson plan with Cynthia, spending a good amount of time on Enamourus. It wasn't coming to him at the time. Cheren hit the button on Stoutland's ball, retrieving him, heaving his breath.
"I don't... I don't know. I don't feel hurt anywhere, but my head feels all fuzzy, and my body feels very gelatinous.. Lear- do you mind if I could lean on you to get back to my room? We could figure it out there maybe." Cheren said, feeling dizzy.
"Of course- Cheren that was so reckless!" Lear said, pretending to be angry to cover how touched he was by the gesture, blushing bright red as he leaned down to drape Cheren's arm over his shoulder, allowing him to lean on him.
They now knew wherever Dawn was... or ... whenever... had enamorus, certainly they could work with that. But right now, they were focused on making sure Cheren was okay, as Lear carried Cheren back to the room he was staying in.
As Cheren was being laid on his bed, he was aware Lear was speaking to him, but he couldn't process a word he was being told. He could only focus on the warm presence of another being. Of Lear. Just what did that Enamourus do to him? He sat trying to remember, connecting things he knew about it, Enamorus, being of spring- ah. Enamore. Spring is breeding season. Ah.
The second Cheren realized what he was hit with he got far more embarrassed than he had been up until that point. Now was absolutely NOT the time for this sort of... feeling. Far worse including that he had a crush on Lear for the first time since he had some childhood crushes on pretty much all of his friends in rotations. Although since he was much older it was far... worse.
"..Cheren? CHEREN! Can you hear me??" Ah. Lear had resorted to shouted at him. Cheren was pretty lost in his own world there to be fair.
"Oh. Lear I... oh Arceus this is embarrassing to explain." Lear stared at Cheren's flushed demeanor in an intense silence, "I . I realize what I was hit with. But I feel as if I have to explain a few things about myself first?" Cheren gave a sheepish smile.
"What do you mean by that?" Lear seemed a lot more cautious then he usually was. Lear was usually more ... volatile? Cheren didn't quite know how to describe it. But Lear was clearly shaken with worry about Cheren's wellbeing. Cheren's mood was not unaffected by how cute he thought it was.
Cheren sighed. This is not at ALL how he imagined coming out to Lear would go.
"So. Do you know what being transgender means? I am. Not as in i'm a woman- Err. I have the biology of one. I just realized i was a man. So." Cheren nervously stuttered through his explanation.
"Okay.. so you're a trans man. I don't quite get how that's relevant right now though? Are you okay Cheren?" Lear asked, trying to be comforting, but very confused.
Exhale. Inhale. Breathe slow, it's okay.
"Okay. So Enamorus is the bringer of Spring. Spring is mating season for most mammals, and a creature of romance. This... attack I was hit with put me in. For lack of a better term- Enamorus put me in a sort of... heat. If i had different er. Equipment. I'd be in a rut, I completely understand if that makes you uncomfortable- you don't have to stay-" Cheren is interrupted by Lear cutting him off.
"Does it.. hurt in any way?" Lear asked, hesitantly, his blush growing in red tones to match Cheren's as he reaches up to his face, caressing it gently.
"Y-yes. But that doesn't make you obligated to help me in any way, I can work it out myself don't worry about me!" Cheren squeaked, acutely aware of how close Lear was to him.
"I.. If you want too... I'd be okay with helping you. Cheren you.. you took that attack for me, I..." Lear struggled to get the words out. "I. Suppose you could say I .. care. about you."
"Oh. Wow- Lear I really like you can I- can I kiss you?" Cheren flushed, absolutely NOT expecting this end like this at all- is cut off by Lear crushing his lips against his own holding Cheren's chin as he does.
Cheren immediately upon being told it was okay, more than melted into Lear's grounding touch. His body was sure of nothing except Lear's grounding grasp on his waist. Every thought in his brain turned to a misty whisper of lavenders and Lear's own name. You'd never get Cheren to admit it in any other circumstances, but he had thought about this. Cheren didn't exactly think Lear would be taking any sort of charge, but he supposed given the circumstances Lear sorta had to.
"Ah- Lear.." Cheren whimpered, throwing pride to the wind and entirely giving into the toxin in his body.
"What do you want?" Lear asks gently, "I want to take care of you." Lear adds, stroking his thumb against Cheren's cheek.
"Anything- anything you can give me." Cheren gasped out, "Please."
"Very well," Lear adds, lowering himself to Cheren's hips, hooking his thumb into Cheren's dress pants, holding his other hand on Cheren's waist.
With the first sign of nervousness he's seen from Lear since they started kissing, Cheren looks down into Lear's darkened lavender eyes, realizing he removed his glasses, and being met with tenderness as Lear asks,
"May I?" Lear asks cautiously.
"Please." Cheren responds, enthusiastically, as Lear undoes Cheren's buckle and pulls down Cheren's boxers, exposing Cheren's soaked organ to the light.
"Oh wow, you weren't kidding," Lear says, taking off his glove to gently brush against Cheren, "You're absolutely drenched."
"Hah ! Obviously!" Cheren spits, putting his hand to his mouth, muffling his whines by biting his hand, whilst Lear gently grabs his other hand, a tether.
"Well, is there anything you particularly like to do to yourself- sorry if I seemed like I knew what I was doing I uh.. haven't ever done anything like this before." Lear sheepishly explained.
"That's alright, I uh. Haven't either for the record.. I think it's supposed to be awkward though." Cheren added, trying to comfort him.
"If it helps, I'm so sensitive I feel like anything you do will make me explode."
"Ah. I suppose that's probably true, there is something I'd want to try- if youre alright with that?" Lear asked in response.
"Go for it- just get on with it please." Cheren rushed him.
"At your service," Lear said, lowering his hesd between Cheren's legs and pressing his tongue to Cheren's clit.
"AH!" Cheren near screamed in response, quickly removing his hand from his mouth, shoving into Lear's hair, pulling. With his other hand he gripped Lear's.
Lear looked up, "Is it too much?" He said, viscous fluid dripping from his chin.
"Not at all! Please- please keep going- Arceus." Cheren begged, causing Lear to return to what he was doing, picking up his pace.
Cheren's whining got gradually louder, and Lear was starting to worry about anyone hearing, after all this... is not how this started, and it would be incredibly difficult, not to mention embarrassing to explain.
"Cheren, are you worried about anybody hearing you at all?" Lear asked, in a teasing tone, causing Cheren to bite down on his knuckle.
"Ah, that'll work," Lear acknowledged. Lear began to palm himself, not wanting to focus on anything but Cheren, being so utterly enveloped in the essence of him, but far too aroused by this point to simply ignore it.
"Lear- Lear, I'm so close please," Cheren whined, expecting Lear to stop, or something, only being spurred on by Cheren's noises. Lear gently pressed his fingers at Cheren's entrance with his other hand, easily slipping in with how soaked he was.
Cheren spills all over Lear's hand and face, gasping for breath, staring up at the ceiling in a daze, before looking down at Lear.
Cheren previously thought it was just him affected, but one look at Lear he saw that the other was utterly wrecked. His pupils were so dilated it obscured the usually prominent blue violet of his eyes, his typically meticulously styled hair was an absolutely mess, and the prince was sweating, bright red, all while pitching a very obvious tent in his slacks.
"Ah, want me to help with that?" Cheren said, regaining his breath, gesturing toward Lear's hips.
"Oh- you don't have to." Lear says waving his hands, that anxiousness returning once he wasn't busy any longer.
"I didn't say I didn't want to, now I ask you again," Cheren repeated, sitting up, pulling Lear in by his tie, "Do you want, me to help you?" Cheren adds, pressing himself to Lear's crotch, trying to convey that he wasn't just offering out of obligation.
Lear flushed an even darker red that Cheren didn't even know was possible, "If you insist, I suppose I'll allow you to service me." Lear replied, stuttering through his false bravado.
"Oh servicing you, is that what this is my prince?" Cheren said, drawing out the title at the end with drama, to tease him, all the while working at the zippers and buttons on Lear's trousers.
The second Cheren pressed his knee against Lear's groin after backing up to see what he was doing, he earned a squeak of surprise from Lear, immediately getting Cheren's attention.
"My my, you're rather sensitive, you'd almost think you were the one hit with the aphrodisiac." Cheren teases, hooking his fingers on Leaves boxers.
"Ah- shut up, please, I don't do this often." Lear explained, covering his face in embarrassment.
"You seemed pretty eager to me earlier, may I?" Cheren interrupts himself, to ask for permission to pull off Lear's boxers.
"Ah, yes of course," Lear says quietly.
Cheren smiles, pulling them off, to be met with Lear's cock bouncing back. Cheren slowly puts his hand around it, leaning toward Lear's ear, before whispering to him.
"Don't worry my prince, I'll be gentle for you."
Those words alone, brought out a gasp from Lear, as Cheren starting pumping his hand in earnest.
"Cher- Cheren I'm so so close, please, please-" Lear whined, completely unused to this much sensation.
"Can I try something- or more accurately, can I ride you Lear?" Cheren asked, making sure Lear was okay with what he wanted to do.
"Yes- yes, anything, please just do it- AH-" Lear nearly screamed, as he felt Cheren envelop him.
"Just needed a yes, my prince." Cheren says, right in Lear's face, before leaning in to capture his lips in a kiss, which is eagerly reciprocated.
Lear placed his hands on Cheren's hips, just trying to get him to move faster, do something, while Cheren reached his hands up to Lear's face, cradling it, stroking his thumbs against his face, bringing a level of untold intimacy to this act, that by all means is considered filthy. Lear and Cheren didn't feel filthy, this felt, right. Cheren felt more right than anything else in Lear's life.
With tears falling from his eyes, more from emotional intimacy than sensation, Lear warns Cheren that he's close.
"I'm on birth control, you can do it inside, I don't mind," Cheren gasps out.
Well. When invited so kindly, who was Lear to refuse? With one last gasp, Lear pumped up and filled Cheren with all he had to give.
For a moment, they just sat together, basking in each other's afterglow, before Cheren pulled himself off Lear, with a somewhat gross slosh sound.
"Augh, you wanna take a shower? I'm super sweaty." Cheren asked Lear, stretching.
"Wait wait wait! We can't just do... that! And not discuss it!" Lear shouted at Cheren, beginning to stand up.
"Alright, I like you... A lot." Cheren says, a... new... kind of embarrassment showing on his features. "You don't have to reciprocate or anything, but I wouldn't do this with anyone else I think." Cheren said, averting his eyes.
Lear let out a sigh of relief. His eyes softened toward Cheren. "You might... irritate me to no end, but I feel... very warmly towards you. It feels like I'm supposed to love you. You make me feel more at home than I've ever felt." Lear says, refusing to meet Cheren's widened eye gaze, scratching at the back of his neck nervously.
Once Lear did look at Cheren, he saw an adorably wide grin filling his face, "Does this mean I can call you my boyfriend?" Cheren asked, voice unable to hide his excitement.
"I suppose if that makes you happy.. I would like that too." Lear replies sheepishly, squeaking as he's hugged incredibly tight by Cheren.
"So. You didn't answer my question, you wanna go shower?" Cheren adds again, "I mean, we might be boyfriends now, but I'm still sweaty, and we can come up with a game plan involving Enamourus while I wash your hair or something..." Cheren adds trailing off in thought.
"I will, but what are you thinking, you have that 'lost in thought' expression on." Lear says, poking Cheren's nose.
"I got it!" Cheren shouts, grabbing Lear's shoulders, shaking him, staring into Lear's shocked, wide-eyed expression. "Enamourus is from the past, never being sighted as of now. It was obviously the work of some pokémon that took her, as it's extinct now, she's probably stuck in the past!" Cheren shouted, "As soon as we're done- maybe Lyra will be able to help us? Doesn't she have Celebi?" Cheren said, eyes lighting up.
"That's a great idea!" Lear responded, mirroring his excitement, once we're done, I'll make all the arrangements, and call Cynthia with our findings.
"But for now," Cheren stopped himself, "Why don't you join me in the shower?" Cheren smiled at Lear.
"I'd love nothing more." Lear responded with a similar smile. Lear really wasn't lying, no matter how much he pretended he hated Cheren, even before he realized how he felt about Cheren, he caught himself staring a little too long, prioritizing him a little more, caring a little much, overall thinking about him far too much. It felt like Cheren had completely overtaken every aspect of his mind, to Lear's infuriation, however now, it was more of a warm and welcoming emotion. Now that he knows Cheren likes him back, he knows he doesn't have to feel haunted by these feelings, he can allow himself to feel his own feelings. With sense of comfort never before known, Lear smiles and follows Cheren to the bathroom.