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Paxton groaned as he fell face-first into his bed. He didn't know whose idea it had been to hold the Z-A Royale at night (and every night at that!), but what he did know was that running around doing errands during the day and then fighting at night had left a bone-deep exhaustion in him. Really, he couldn't remember if he'd had slept just once night through since arriving in Lumiose.
And yet, he was sure that this night wouldn't bring relief either.
Because from the moment he'd gotten the Rust Syndicate's call, his whole body had been on fire. At first, from the hit of adrenaline that Taunie had inadvertently made them into a damn loan shark's lackeys; but later, that feeling had changed. Where before, Paxton's heart had fluttered in a fight-or-flight response, now it felt much more like it was jumping into his throat whenever Corbeau appeared out of nowhere.
He couldn't deny that by the time the two of them had teamed up to teach that loudmouthed trainer a lesson, he wasn't even thinking about the debt anymore; instead he'd been fully absorbed in the moment, synced up with Corbeau in dodging attacks and shouting commands to their Pokémon.
Of course everything just got worse when his next promotion match had been announced. Corbeau must've bribed Quasartico into that somehow, because what are the odds? While he was sitting in Corbeau's office under that piercing yellow gaze no less …
Paxton rolled onto his back and threw his arm up over his eyes with another groan.
It could have been so easy; just finish the match, get the promotion and leave the Rust Syndicate behind. But even winning the match in the first place had been a struggle! He'd been as prepared as he'd ever been, with his Gabite freshly evolved into a Garchomp, but even she had struggled with her trainer being as distracted as he'd been. Because that feeling of liquid heat had gone straight from his veins into his lap at seeing Corbeau fight so passionately.
Paxton had just barely managed to wrest back control of his wandering thoughts and clutched out a victory, but it definitely hadn't been pretty. At least there was no way Corbeau could have known what he'd been thinking about, right?
But even that hope of Paxton's had gotten dashed – with Corbeau standing so close to him that Paxton could feel his breath ghost over his neck, he'd told him in barely more than a whisper that he wasn't done with him yet.
There was no controlling his thoughts after that.
Paxton'd had half the mind to excuse himself to his room the second he arrived at Hotel Z, but of course he'd been held up by the others, and he'd stumbled through the conversation while his mind was very, very far away.
So far in fact, that when Corbeau showed up in their lobby, Paxton had believed for a good, long moment that he must've passed out and this was some needy fever dream that his brain was conjuring up for him. But no. Corbeau was very much standing there. In the flesh. Apparently he didn't believe in wasting time.
And that's how Paxton had ended up here: need setting every fiber of his being on fire, while he was frozen in anticipation. Had he misread the entire situation? Maybe Corbeau was just here for another, unrelated reason?
Paxton shook his head. But that didn't make any sense. Not with the way Corbeau had looked at him; the way his hand lingered just a little bit too long after slipping the TM into his pocket. His hand that was dexterous and calloused and-
A shiver ran through him. "That's it, I need some fresh air."
All but jumping off the bed in a burst of nervous energy, Paxton made his way to the rickety old elevator. It was mostly quiet this late at night, with only the sound of the nocturnal Pokémon's cries drifting in through a hallway window that was cracked open. Paxton closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he stepped into the elevator. He didn't even have to look anymore to press the correct button, so he just kept his eyes closed while the elevator valiantly struggled its way up to the rooftop.
AZ had left on an errand earlier, and the others were either out battling in the Z-A Royale or had turned in early, so it was unlikely he'd be running into anyone up there. Which suited him just fine, he really didn't want to deal with-
"Oh? What a pleasant surprise."
Fuck.
"Oh, uh, good evening. I ... thought you already went to sleep?" Paxton stuttered as he just barely avoided tripping over his own feet when stepping out of the elevator.
"Mhm, I suppose I was just too wired to sleep." Corbeau gave him a little smirk. "Why don't you join me?" He nodded towards one of the chairs, clearly more an order than an offer.
Corbeau made a tantalizing image sitting there like that; he'd lost his jacket and tie – probably left them in his room – so he was just in his dress shirt, with the first few buttons undone. His Scolipede was lying on the floor beside him, with his head in Corbeau's lap. He'd cracked an eye open when Paxton had stumbled out of the elevator, but by now had returned to dozing while Corbeau was petting him, entirely unbothered by the tense atmosphere.
Paxton swallowed hard and sat down at Corbeau's beckoning.
"Why so on edge?" Corbeau asked, his tone almost playful. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his thighs, in turn startling a grumpy Scolipede off his lap. "Still thinking about our match?"
A shiver ran down Paxton's back at how deep Corbeau's voice had suddenly gotten. The same fire from before burned in his eyes again, trapping Paxton's gaze in its heat. Clearing his throat was all Paxton could do to hide the little whimper that wanted to slip out of him.
"I- … yes. It was … different, intoxicating." Oh Arceus, he'd just choked out a pun, hadn't he?
A smirk tugged on Corbeau's lips again. "Oh, I agree." He wrapped his hand around Paxton's and gently ran his thumb over his knuckles. "You know, Philippe wanted to stop me from coming here tonight. Said I should lay off you for a bit, but-" Corbeau tugged on Paxton's hand until he'd pulled him into his lap, effortlessly. "I don't like being told what to do."
Paxton's heart jumped into his throat again. Despite the cool breeze he was burning up, and he blamed the heat radiating off Corbeau for that. He took a shaky breath and wrapped his arms around Corbeau's neck. "So … I assume you have something in mind? For this?"
Corbeau hummed in agreement and Paxton could feel it vibrating through his own chest. "Mhm. You seem more than open to the idea at least." He slipped a hand down the small of Paxton's back before settling it on his ass. "I bet you're just as eager in bed as you are fighting."
Paxton gasped. His face was on fire.
"Am I wrong? C'mon use your words, darling," Corbeau purred, tipping up Paxton's chin with his other hand.
"Yes- please-" he mumbled, hyper aware of the way Corbeau's hand stroked his ass like praising him for an acceptable answer.
"There we go."
Corbeau's thumb slipped into his mouth – he must've taken off his gloves at some point, Paxton realized – and without even thinking about it, Paxton started sucking on it. His eyes fell closed like on reflex, and for a moment there was just that feeling and the heat pooling low, low in his stomach.
Until the thumb in his mouth got replaced by the demanding touch of lips, and he let out a gasp. Corbeau chuckled before pulling him closer and shamelessly deepening the kiss. Paxton shivered and dug his hands into the back of Corbeau's shirt, desperately trying to hold on while his body was unraveling.
By the time Corbeau finally pulled back, Paxton was light-headed, and all but sure that he'd soaked through his boxers already. But their kissing also hadn't left Corbeau unaffected, whose breathing now came as heavy as Paxton's. His cheeks were flushed slightly, and Paxton couldn't help the feeling that he wanted more. He wanted to wreck Corbeau just as the man was wrecking him.
So he pulled him into another kiss, but this time, it was Paxton's hands that were wandering. He slipped them past the tucked-in hem of Corbeau's dress shirt, and greedily shoved them down his pants to feel more of Corbeau's hot skin. That even managed to draw a little moan out of Corbeau, which made Paxton grin into the kiss.
"So eager," Corbeau gasped when he pulled away again. "Why don't we move this somewhere else, hmh? I was wondering if all the rooms are as lavishly furnished as the one I was shown to."
Paxton snorted. "Well, only one way to find out, is there?"
He stood up and – yup, definitely soaked – moved on unsteady legs towards the elevator, knowing Corbeau was just a half-step behind him. And as soon as Paxton had pressed the button, he got shoved against the elevator wall, with Corbeau grinding his hips against his ass. A little whine escaped Paxton's throat as he eagerly rubbed himself back against him. He knew there was a chance, however small, that someone could see them as soon as the elevator doors opened again, but he really didn't care anymore. The only thing that was on Paxton's mind was dragging this man back to his room and finally, finally showing him just how he fucked with Paxton's mind and body.
So that's exactly what he did.
He didn't even remember where they'd lost their clothes, all he knew was that he was now on Corbeau, with his cunt grinding against the older man's thigh. And fuck, it felt good.
It felt even better when Corbeau's thumb found his dick and started rubbing circles into it. A sharp moan ripped out of Paxton's throat and he froze up – what if someone heard him? Oh Arceus, no-
But he didn't have much time to ponder that, because Corbeau's other hand came down hard on his ass and startled him back into the present. "Don't hold back, understood? I like you being loud for me." Corbeau grinned and pulled Paxton down harder against his thigh.
Paxton whimpered and nodded, the shame lighting his cheeks on fire. His cunt throbbed and he wanted nothing more than to just close his eyes and let Corbeau use him however he wanted. So when Corbeau tugged him down so they were chest to chest, it was the easiest thing in the world to follow his pull.
Anticipation spiked in his stomach when Corbeau turned his head to the side, exposing Paxton's vulnerable neck. His pulse hammered in his ears and he could only barely hear Corbeau's purred "Be good now." before his teeth already sank into Paxton's shoulder.
He screamed.
Everything went black for a second, but when he blinked back to, Paxton could feel Corbeau chuckling underneath him. "Good boy. I didn't think you'd be such a pain slut."
Paxton was panting hard, his cunt still throbbing in the aftermath of his orgasm. Fuck, he didn't think he could come like that! Shame and excitement both were racing through his veins; what else could Corbeau teach him about his body if he was already doing this?
Corbeau let out a little hum as he gently ran his hand through Paxton's hair. "Just as I thought, so eager to please, aren't you?" He rubbed his thumb over the deep purple bite mark he'd left on his new plaything and smiled. "I'm looking forward to everyone seeing who you belong to now."
Paxton shivered and let out a pathetic little moan at the thought. Just him, all marked up, kneeling at Corbeau's feet in his office, shown off as his good little pet- Fuck, he wanted that.
"But first, let's see how you can please me."
Paxton made a small, questioning noise as Corbeau took Paxton's hand and pulled it to his own cunt. And holy shit, he was soaked. Paxton's dick throbbed in response, but he couldn't focus on that for long. Not with Corbeau grinding down on his hand like that.
He snapped back into the present and nodded quickly as a realization hit him. "Oh! Just a moment-"
He rolled off of Corbeau, and with unsteady legs walked over to his travel bag, definitely noticing Corbeau's curious gaze on his back. After – of course – struggling with getting his bag open, and rifling through it for a moment, he finally found what he was looking for, still securely packaged for travel. With a grin, he pulled the dildo and the harness out, and turned around to present them to Corbeau.
Paxton's grin was infectious and Corbeau let out a pleased hum. "So you came prepared, wonderful." He leaned back on one arm and nonchalantly started getting himself off while his gaze remained firmly fixed on Paxton. "Go on then."
Paxton's stomach fluttered at the praise, and he quickly got to work putting on his harness. He hadn't thought he'd be using his strap this quickly, but he was glad he'd remembered bringing it at all. Because what would a trip to Lumiose be without some fun after a night out, right?
With practiced movements, he slotted everything into place and then closed the straps, before finally reaching back into his bag for the lube. And so there he stood, stroking his strap while Corbeau was doing the same to his t-dick and watching him with hungry eyes.
Paxton shivered and moved back onto the bed, before easily slotting himself between Corbeau's thighs. A little bit of nerves hit him, his palms just a little sweaty, but that feeling didn't last when Corbeau wrapped his legs around Paxton's torso and demandingly pulled him closer. The tip of his strap nudged against Corbeau's hole, and just as he wanted to thrust in-
"Look at me, pet." His eyes snapped up to Corbeau's face. "Good. Keep looking at me while you fuck me."
Paxton bit his lip but nodded. He could focus on Corbeau and on nothing but him; the way his pretty eyelashes fluttered and how his stern expression mellowed out-
A deep moan ripped out of Corbeau's throat when Paxton bottomed out in one, swift thrust. Fingernails dug into Paxton's back and he whimpered, a fresh wave of need washing over him. Without even giving Corbeau time to adjust – not that he'd have needed it – Paxton started a deep, forceful rhythm that made the headboard slam into the wall.
Corbeau flashed him a feral grin and dug his heels into him. "Fuck, just like that-"
A flash of delicious pain made everything go white for a second, but that only encouraged Corbeau to dig his nails into Paxton's back again and adding more bright pink scratches. The pain mixing with the pleasure was intoxicating, leaving Paxton with nothing but a single-minded desire for more.
With practiced ease, he kept up his punishing rhythm while bending down to suck on Corbeau's neck hard, leaving a hickey of his own. Corbeau all but growled and yanked Paxton's head away by his hair. "I'll get your ass for this," he hissed, but the threat just made Paxton's heart sing in anticipation.
Before he even realized what was happening, Corbeau, still gripping his hair with one hand, had raised his other hand and slapped Paxton's cheek. A strangled moan escaped him, and Corbeau just took that as an invite to do it again. And again.
Paxton's whole body felt like it was floating, and he never, ever wanted to come back down.
He didn't even remember when he'd started begging, but it came to him as naturally as breathing now, just a constant stream of pleas and moans to Please please keep hurting him.
Corbeau's moans ramped up in intensity as well, with his eyes struggling to stay open as he became overwhelmed by pleasure. He'd started thrusting his hips up in sync with Paxton, meeting him halfway on every thrust and making himself feel it all the more keenly through it. His hand had found his dick again, and he was rubbing, and thrusting and tensing up and-
Corbeau cried out as his orgasm hit him like a brick wall.
All his remaining muscle strength was giving out on him, and he just fell back against the bed, panting and moaning, with his cunt squeezing down over and over on Paxton's strap. And holy fuck, Paxton didn't stop. Only when Corbeau managed to hiss out an order, Paxton finally slowed down, now shivering and panting on top of Corbeau as he was catching his breath.
Corbeau let out a breathless laugh. "Holy shit."
Paxton giggled in response and grinned up at him. "Yeah, fuck."
He rolled off of Corbeau before curling back up at his side so they could both catch their breath more easily. Paxton sighed contently. This is the fucking life, man.
Corbeau let out a satisfied hum and wrapped an arm around Paxton to pull him closer. This had been the best dicking down he'd had in a while, even with him regularly getting bent over his own office desk. He couldn't wait to take this one back home and show him all the fun impact play toys in his dungeon. If Paxton already reacted so beautifully to just bites and scratches, he needed to see him suffer under his floggers and canes. His dick throbbed. Yes. That was exactly what he would be doing once this whole Team MZ business wrapped up.
"So …" Paxton's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "Round two?"
Corbeau laughed. "You're fucking insatiable! Yes."