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A week has passed since Friede fell off the Brave Olivine and landed somewhere in the middle of the forest on Mt.Kumuri. Even though he woke up from the fall with suspiciously minimal injuries, he has yet to see any sign of the Explorers anywhere. On the off-chance that the Explorers aren’t tracking his every move, he’s been searching for clues as to what Spinel’s ultimate goal is to help the Rising Volt Tacklers.
There it is.
Friede gazes out at a clearing up ahead with a large industrial complex sticking out against the trees like a sore thumb- it was the same Exceed research facility that Liko had seen during their journey to Laqua. Friede swiftly makes his way through the trees. He still has yet to see a single guard, let alone any of the Explorers. The suspicion makes his stomach churn; the situation feels so reminiscent of back when Spinel trapped him while the other explorers summoned the black Rayquaza. He very well could be falling right into another one of Spinel’s traps, but right now, he has no other choice.
He slinks up to the building, spotting what appears to be an entrance to an underground passage with the door left wide open. It's too obvious. There’s no doubt in his mind that the Explorers know he’s here. Friede’s stomach sinks as he ventures into the passage. The hallway is dimly lit, but with Friede’s experience working at Exceed, he can tell that the buildings all generally have the same layout. He walks down the maze of corridors, eventually stopping at one of the laboratories. He slowly creaks open the door and slides in. Before he has a chance to take in his surroundings, he feels a hand delicately placed on his shoulder.
“So happy you could join me on time, Professor Friede!” Friede’s eyes dart over to see a familiar teal-haired man accompanying him. Friede’s stomach sinks. He suspected that he was being monitored, but he never noticed Spinel trailing behind him.
Did he wait in a nearby room and then use Beheeyem’s teleportation? That must’ve been it.
“I figured this was one of your little traps.” Friede chuckles nervously.
“And yet you still came waltzing in, it warms my heart to know you missed me this much!” Spinel hums in a mocking tone.
“Ha! Those are big words coming from the freak who devised a whole plan to get me here!” Spinel clicks in tongue in irritation.
“Enough of this, let’s get to the reason why you’re here.” Before Friede has time to react, Spinel’s Beheeyem appears right in front of him and erases Friede’s memory, causing him to collapse onto the floor.
•••••
“Are you alright, sir?” Friede is awoken in an exam chair by a man whose face looks familiar, but he suddenly couldn’t put a name to it. Before him stood Spinel; this time, his fluffy teal hair was partially slicked back into a ponytail, and he had changed out of his regular Explorers outfit into a black turtleneck and labcoat.
“Where- am I?” Friede glances around the room, his eyes zeroing in on a small steel table next to him with various sharp medical instruments and a syringe.
“You’re here volunteering for a clinical trial, I’m surprised you don’t remember!” Spinel swivels in his chair to grab a mysterious drug and the syringe on the table. “You’ll take a small dose of this medication and I’ll monitor and record your reaction.” He loads up the syringe with the drug.
Something didn’t feel right to Friede, but without his memories, he has no reason to doubt the situation other than a gut feeling. He continues to scan the room, looking for any other clues to help him get his bearings on the situation. Then he saw it, the man’s ID card clipped onto the pocket of his lab coat. The name “Spinel” caused everything that transpired over the past few months to come rushing back. There’s no way he’s taking whatever mystery drug Spinel is trying to give him. He needs to get out of here so he can keep investigating Exceed and the Explorers.
“I’ll need you to take off your jacket for the injection, if you don’t mind,” Spinel speaks coldly while setting the syringe back down and grabbing an alcohol wipe to sterilize Friede’s skin for the injection. Friede obliges and takes off his jacket, pretending to be clueless about the situation, waiting for an opening. Spinel grabs Friede’s wrist and wipes down the crook of his arm. With one hand still around Friede’s wrist, he grabs the syringe and positions it over a vein.
Now’s my chance.
In one swift motion, Friede forcefully rips the syringe out of Spinel’s hand and sloppily stabs it into Spinel’s arm through his lab coat, injecting the dose in the process.
“YOU-“ Spinel rages, slapping the empty syringe out of Friede’s hand, causing it to slide across the floor of the exam room. His grip on Friede’s wrist tightens.
“Sorry, pal, I don’t have time to play into your little doctor and patient fantasy today~” Friede toys, attempting to get up from the exam chair.
“DON’T EVEN THINK FOR A SECOND-“ Spinel slams him back down against the exam chair, taking the opportunity to get onto the exam chair himself, straddling Friede to stop him from getting away.
“Aw, it seems someone’s a bit angry that he’s the one getting played for a change.” Friede mocks. Spinel tightly squeezes Friede’s shoulder and throws his head down, appearing to wince in pain. As much as Friede didn’t want to feel guilty for giving Spinel a dose of some mystery drug that would’ve been used on himself instead, he also didn’t want to legitimately hurt him. “Hey… what kind of drug even was that anyway?” Friede asks out of genuine curiosity.
“It’s-“ Spinel looks back up at Friede. His eyes began to tear up. Just as it looked like he was about to continue that thought, he’s interrupted by his own soft groan, causing him to squeeze Friede’s shoulder even tighter, digging in his nails as he rests his hips down onto Friede’s lap. Friede tries to keep his mind focused on what he came here for— getting info on Spinel’s plan, but his mind starts to wander as Spinel begins softly rocking his hips while straddling Friede. Friede had already known that Spinel was a very beautiful man, but being up close to him like this was a whole other level. His hair is perfectly soft and fluffy, with a lingering scent of some sweet-smelling shampoo. His body is so slim and lacking in muscle that it’s almost a bit pathetic.
He really doesn’t leave that surveillance room much, huh.
Spinel slaps one hand over his mouth to try to muffle another soft groan as the soft rocking of his hips progresses into forceful grinding. Friede can feel himself start to get hard as all of his thoughts slowly become occupied by the gorgeous man grinding on top of him. Friede involuntarily lightly bucks his hips up into Spinel.
“Friede…” Spinel speaks softly, leaning forward into the man beneath him. “I’d prefer if you saved me from the shame of begging here.”
“Whoa, now hang on, you got yourself into this mess. What makes you think you’re entitled to getting out of it your way?” Spinel scowls at the statement. Friede reaches one hand out and places it on Spinel’s hip, slowly tracing it up Spinel’s stomach under his shirt.
“You know you really would have a lot going for you if it weren’t for your awful personality,” Friede hums to himself, distracted by Spinel’s beauty.
“God, you never know when to shut up, do you? No matter~” Spinel grabs one of the scalpels from the cart and holds it directly to Friede’s throat. “One more step out of line from you and I’ll slice open your carotid artery.” Friede can feel his heart rate accelerate. He doesn’t think Spinel has it in him to actually kill someone, but the thrill of not knowing turns him on more than he would ever admit.
While still holding the scalpel to Friede’s neck, Spinel leans in, planting a forceful kiss onto Friede’s lips. Friede reciprocates, sloppily kissing back as his second hand slips under Spinel’s shirt, slowly tracing up and down his torso. His body is even more slender than Friede had envisioned it. As he grazed both hands down Spinel’s chest to rest at his waist, he could count his ribs. It was hard to believe the man who has been causing Friede so much trouble is built like he could snap in half like a toothpick from something as weak as a gust of wind— he can’t wait to be the one to break him.
Friede firmly grips Spinel’s waist, rhythmically pulling his hips down as Friede bucks his hips against him. Spinel breaks their kiss with a small moan, briefly losing control of the scalpel against Friede’s neck and nicking him. Friede winces from the sting, and Spinel redirects his focus to the small bleeding spot on Friede's neck. He places one hand on Friede’s jaw, tilting it up to examine the bleeding.
“It missed your artery, you’ll be fine.” He states cold and clinically before leaning in and licking up the blood. Friede lets out a small gasp as Spinel works his way down the rest of his neck, alternating between kissing, sucking, and biting. Friede notices that Spinel no longer has the scalpel pointed at his neck, so he takes the opportunity to rip it out of his hand.
“I see you still haven’t learned anything.” Spinel quips with a cold aggression before quickly wrapping his now free hand around Friede’s neck, pressing on the arteries on either side. He examines Friede with a twisted smile as Friede squirms and struggles underneath him. While Spinel is distracted, Friede takes the scalpel and creates a small nick in the bottom of Spinel’s lab coat. In one motion, he tosses the scalpel across the room and rips a long strip of fabric off the coat. He brings the strip up to Spinel’s hands, which are still around Friede’s neck, and forcefully ties his wrists together.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Spinel snaps, trying to free his hands to no avail.
“I’m done humoring your power trip, you little freak.” Friede grips both of Spinel’s wrists with one hand and flips both of them over in the chair, putting Friede on top. If Friede was adhering to his original plan, he could have easily just gotten up and left to go search for clues, but he hates how horny Spinel has made him. His dick is so hard it’s starting to hurt. Spinel keeps squirming underneath him as Friede pins Spinel’s wrists above his head against the chair.
“STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!” Friede ignores Spinel’s demands as he shuffles through the tools on the cart.
“This should work!” Friede gleefully taunts as he picks up a sharp pick and creates another nick in Spinel’s lab coat, ripping off another strip of fabric. Spinel squirms even more when he realizes what’s about to happen. Friede puts one end of the fabric strip in his mouth as he keeps Spinel’s wrists pinned against the head of the exam chair. He uses his other hand to tie his wrists to the chair, giving a little nod of satisfaction when he’s done.
“You’re sick for doing this, professor,” Spinel complains. Friede laughs.
“I’m sick?” He picks up the bottle for the drug that he injected into Spinel. ”You thought I wouldn’t notice that this bottle is just saline? If I were to guess, you probably had this whole thing planned out, knowing that I’d turn the needle on you so you could pretend to be drugged with an aphrodisiac… Am I right?” Spinel chuckles.
“Very good, Professor Friede! It seems you are capable of using your brain on certain occasions. But- now that you’ve figured it out, what do you plan to do?” Spinel asks smugly, with way too much confidence for a man tied to a chair. Friede leans down, gently caressing Spinel’s face with one hand as he uses the other to pull down Spinel’s turtleneck, planting light kisses on the side of his neck.
“Ha! You’re still going to continue despite knowing this was all set up! I always knew you were a whore. At least you’re obedient; it puts that pretty face of yours to good use.” Spinel taunts, continuing to chuckle under his breath. His chuckling soon comes to an abrupt end, getting interrupted by his own moaning as Friede begins sucking his neck. The hand that was caressing Spinel’s face slowly traces down his body, slithering under his shirt and tracing back up to his nipple. Friede starts playing with Spinel’s nipple between his fingers, softly chucking under his breath as Spinel’s moans and whimpers grow louder.
“So sensitive! You moan like you’ve never been touched before. What, do most people not get turned on by your little hook-up schemes?” Friede playfully whispers against Spinel’s neck.
“Ha-ah, you’re just admitting that you’re a freak for being into this.” Spinel chokes out in between moans.
“Maybe, but it doesn’t seem like I’m the only one between us who’s enjoying myself right now.” Friede toys, sliding his hand down to Spinel’s hard bulge. Spinel bucks his hips up into Friede’s hand as he palms over his erection.
“Hrg, can you make yourself useful and just get on with it already?” Spinel barks.
“You’re such a little brat.” Friede sighs as he pulls away from his neck and begins unzipping Spinel’s pants. Friede takes a moment to ponder before nodding to himself.
“What’s taking you so long?!” Spinel complains. Friede tinkers around the side of the exam chair, finding a button and reclining the chair to be completely flat.
“Just making things easier!” Friede exclaims, fully pulling off Spinel’s pants and shoes, leaving him lying down in just his torn-up lap coat, turtleneck, and boxers. He palms over Spinel’s dick outside of his boxers some more, teasing him.
“Ugh, stop playing around!” Spinel tugs his wrists against his restraints in frustration. Friede finally pulls Spinel’s boxers off completely before wrapping his hand around his dick, thumbing over the tip, and expelling a small amount of precum. Spinel instantly starts moaning and squirming from Friede’s touch as he begins pumping his cock.
“Ngh-suck it instead,” Spinel orders through his moans.
“Suck, you say?” Friede takes the hand that was pumping Spinel’s dick and shoves three fingers into Spinel’s mouth. Spinel gags for a moment before biting down on Friede’s fingers. Friede doesn’t flinch at all, instead chuckling at Spinel’s bratty behavior.
“Don’t forget who’s in charge here. Go ahead and lube those up for me.” Friede orders. Spinel looks away, irritated, before begrudgingly sucking on Friede’s fingers. He licks around them, slotting his tongue between them and getting every inch of them coated in saliva. He looks back at Friede, making eye contact, his eyebrows still furrowed with irritation.
“Good boy~” Friede says mockingly as he pulls his fingers out of Spinel’s mouth.
“Don’t patronize me!” Spinel barks back.
“Hmmm? I can’t compliment you on how nice and obedient you’re behaving now? I gotta say, those restraints really seem to be doing the trick!” Friede uses his other hand to grab the underside of Spinel’s thigh and press his leg up against his chest. Spinel mirrors this with his other leg without thinking.
“See! You’re being so good for me, thank you for doing that!” Friede hums, glancing down at Spinel’s face, which is currently facing away from him again, looking painfully irritated. Without much warning, Friede slides one of his fingers into Spinel’s hole, drawing a gasp out of him at the sudden intrusion. After a couple of thrusts, he inserts a second one, scissoring them inside. Spinel pathetically whimpers and squirms, which only turns Friede on even more. He starts thrusting his fingers even deeper, curling them to hit Spinel’s prostate. He inserts a third finger, causing Spinel to squirm even more uncontrollably. Friede tries his best to stabilize one of his legs by pressing down on it with his hand, but it is nearly impossible with just one free hand.
Friede sighs and withdraws his fingers and unzips his own pants. He pulls both his pants and boxers down at once, his dick springing out. With one of his hands still gripping the back of Spinel’s thigh, he uses the other to start pumping his own cock. He groans softly to himself as he speeds up, squeezing Spinel’s thigh as the pleasure surges through his body. He glances down at Spinel’s face again, this time making eye contact. Spinel looks away, flustered.
“You’re so pretty,” Friede whispers.
“You-“ Spinel chokes. “You’re taking too long, can you stop trying to flirt and ju-“ Spinel is interrupted by Friede shoving himself inside Spinel. Spinel wails as Friede immediately sets a fast and forceful pace. Friede digs his nails on both hands into Spinel’s thighs as he continues thrusting deeper, abusing his prostate. Spinel continues to whimper like he’s in pain, but his hips are bucking to the rhythm that Friede has set, signaling that he’s very much enjoying himself. Friede leans into Spinel even further, letting go of his thighs and instead using one of his arms to prop himself up as he uses the other hand to move Spinel’s turtleneck out of the way, creating a space to bite his neck. Spinel gasps with a crazed smile, whimpering and moaning even louder than before.
“Friede- ngh- just like that… ‘m close~” Spinel pants. Friede immediately pulls out and backs away from Spinel’s body. Spinel whines at Friede’s absence.
“Nonononono, come backkk~” Spinel pleads softly. Friede manhandles Spinel, flipping him around onto his stomach.
“You’re so cute when you’re begging,” Friede remarks before tugging Spinel’s hips up, motioning for him to move them. Spinel complies, raising his hips and arching his back. Friede lines himself up with Spinel again before pressing himself in agonizingly slowly. Spinel tries to speed it up by backing himself into Friede’s dick, but Friede firmly grips Spinel’s waist, stopping him. Spinel whines as Friede continues to go at a slow pace, constantly trying to fight his sturdy grip on his waist. Gradually, Friede starts to pick up the pace, moaning more and more himself the faster he gets and using Spinel’s slender waist as a handle to thrust in deeper. Spinel starts panting in a way that’s indistinguishable from a laugh, struggling to catch his breath as his back is getting obliterated.
Friede starts to slightly readjust his grip on Spinel’s waist before deciding to slide both of his hands up across his chest, embracing him in a hug as he fucks him.
“I’m-“ before Spinel can mutter out the rest, he’s interrupted by his own moans as he finishes. Friede picks up the pace even more, growing sloppier. He repositions his arms again, holding Spinel even tighter as he finishes inside of him. The two of them stay there for a moment panting before Friede slowly slips out. He gently flips Spinel over again and caresses his face, pushing back the hair that came out of his ponytail. He leans in, kissing Spinel on the lips before getting up and gathering Spinel’s pants and boxers off the floor. Spinel looks at him, slightly confused as he puts Spinel’s boxers and pants back on for him.
“Alright, I’m heading off now, if you don’t mind,” Friede says, making his way to the door. Spinel chuckles in disbelief.
“And you’re just going to leave me restrained like this?” He struggles, trying to pull his wrist out of the makeshift labcoat ties.
“Believe me, I wish I didn’t have to, but I can’t allow you to keep getting in my way while I try to help solve the mess that you made. I could have left you there half naked, be grateful.” He pauses for a moment right as he’s about to exit the room. “Also, next time we do this, you don’t have to turn it into some whole elaborate scheme. Though that’s probably falling on deaf ears, knowing you, huh?”
Friede can hear Spinel laugh to himself as he leaves the room. Friede does not doubt that Spinel will find a way to get out of those restraints quickly, but at least for now, he’s free to go searching for more information on Spinel’s laquium spheres.
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