CYOA 2 – To The Victor Go The Spoils – Chapter 3: The Big City (Patreon)

Previously: Freshly baked Pokémontrainer Hanzo makes his way through Viridian Forest while training his Ponyta... when he meets a very vexing trainer with a truly gigantic Mudsdale. The stranger does not leave a good impression on Hanzo... but it is still enough to leave him with some thoughts for the night.

warnings/contents: topping from the bottom; derisive dirty talk; angry sex

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Hanzo takes his newfound self-confidence into the next day.

He’s a good trainer. He’s been studying for this journey for what amounts to his whole life. He can do this – even if his Pokémon still looks like it is not exactly sure what it should think about him as its trainer.

Not bad what a good orgasm can do to the system… he should uhm… keep that in mind.

He packs up their stuff before the sun has properly risen and together they continue on their journey through Viridian Forest. Just as the day before the weather is just perfect for some training as they move through the area, though Hanzo is acutely aware that that might change any moment.

What if it started to rain? With a fire type like Ponyta as his only Pokémon he could basically just pack up at that point.

He needs to gather more Pokémon just to be prepared for all eventualities. But which one should he get? He’s packed enough balls for now, but none of the species in Viridian Forest are really interesting him. He feels more experienced than getting a Caterpie or Wurmple.

He’s heard there have been sightings of Pikachu in the area, but can’t find any; no matter how careful he is looking.

He quickly also finds out the detriments of not only having his Pokémon out wandering with him, but also having a shiny.

The three trainers that they meet are way too fascinated in studying Ponyta – and get too handsy with it in his opinion – and flat out refuse to fight him as they are all bug trainers and know a loss when they see one.

Obviously he doesn’t tell anybody that Ponyta is a baby that just earlier choked on its own flame as it accidentally blew Ember out of its nose.

Still, Hanzo is… sufficiently satisfied with their progress by the time the trees suddenly recede and they find themselves overlooking Goldenrod in what is a really breathtaking view.

The last time he had been in the sprawling city had been quite a few years back on one of his father’s business trips. He quite vividly remembers hating the whole way to and from Goldenrod as they rode on his father’s Corviknight and Hanzo had been absolutely convinced the Pokémon would let him drop out of sheer spite.

Looking to Ponyta, he can tell that the sight is also not lost on the Pokémon. It’s ears are swivelled forwards attentively, dark eyes even larger than usual. Glancing at Hanzo, it realizes that he is watching and quickly dances a few steps away.

He shakes his head in confusion and continues along the path. With some successful fights under their belts and Ponyta able to use Ember, he is more than confident that they will be able to bag in their first batch in no time.

Now the only thing that worries him a little is that throughout his journey through Viridian Forest he hadn’t seen – or heard – Genji even once. He can’t determine whether that is a good or a bad sign.

.o.

The path to Goldenrod is a lot longer than he would have suspected. Standing on the hill and overlooking the sprawling city he would have thought it a lot closer… but by the time they come even close to it, the sun is already setting again and Ponyta is getting more and more unruly because it is bored.

There have been little to no trainers on their path to pose a suitable distraction. He is still looking out for a fitting Pokémon to add to his team. The closer they come to the city, the more restless hanzo is becoming. Should he really just challenge the gym with only Ponyta? It is strong for its age, but…

He is pulled out of his thoughts by some flickering in the clouds.

Looking up, Hanzo can see moving lights projected against the sky, strafing from red to blue to yellow…

“What the Hell?” he whispers and continues on his way. Ten minutes later it is dark enough that he can tell that those lights are definitely coming from the nearby city. They remind him a little of the clubs in Hanamura trying to one-up each other to attract a bigger crowd.

On the very outskirts of the city, an older couple in hiking gear passes him by on their way out and the snippet of conversation he can overhear has the small hairs on his body stand on edge.

“...just from a gym win? They should just try themselves on the Pokémon League before they…”

A cold shudder runs along his spine. His fingers feel a little numb as he grabs his Pokéball and puts Ponyta away without a second thought, its expression one of pure indignation before it vanishes into its little home.

Hanzo wanders into Goldenrod proper. He just wants to find the Pokémon Center and make use of the spare rooms they usually got in the back for wandering trainers, but he can’t help being drawn to the music thumping through the streets like a moth to the flames. It’s not like he particularly enjoys partying. Far from it, actually… but there is something hypnotic about the sheer gall of whoever has been ballsy enough to turn the music up that high.

And the goosebumps still haven’t left his body.

He can feel the bass vibrating through his legs as he slips through an alley between buildings and suddenly stands in front of a brightly lit villa. There are lights of all colors strobing behind the windows. In the backyard he can see the floodlights reaching into the sky that he and Ponyta had seen from outside the city.

Young trainers are wobbling all over the premises in different states of undress; most of them looking incredibly drunk.

Hanzo can feel his expression darkening. What a… disgraceful display. Where was the police? They should really just disband this flagrant show of vandalism.

A pair of young, drunk man stumbles past him. They are bracing each other as they try to stay upright, seemingly leaving the party.

“This dude knows how to throw ‘em.”

“Yeah… Genji’s awesome.”

Hanzo’s back stiffens and his stomach seems to drop. He wants to believe that this could not possibly be true… but the truth is that he has been weirdly apprehensive of it the moment he stepped foot into the city.

It had been too weird that he had not seen Genji on his way through the forest. He must have been flat out sprinting just to get ahead of Hanzo. He must have started all of… this just to rub it into Hanzo’s face.

Mood souring fast, Hanzo’s grip on the straps of his backpack tightens and he stomps toward the villa. He pulls a disgusted face as he slides his way past a couple young men kissing frantically while having their hands shoved down each other’s shorts.

The front door is open wide, nobody there to stop him as he pushes his way inside the premises, trying very hard not to touch any of the half-naked bodies loitering around.

A few steps in, a glass is thrust at his chest which he takes without complaint, carrying it to the next available surface and putting it down again. He has no intention of getting drunk and very probably mugged in this place. He doesn’t know what father would do if word got back to him that his eldest son was getting drunk and arrested in just the very next city.

He looks around for someone marginally still coherent looking and lightly taps them on the shoulder.

“Excuse me. Do you know Genji?”

They blink at him slowly then start to grin wide and happy.

“Not really, but he’s got a crazy party going on, don’t you think?”

The corners of Hanzo’s mouth pull down.

“I suppose so. Do you know where he might be?”

“Nope. Think in the backyard? I dunno, pal.”

Hanzo’s gaze follows the sloppily pointing finger through the large living room and the door leading out of it. He nods his thanks and turns, making his way through the premises and trying not to step on any bodies. There are a few clusters of them in the corners, undulating and glistening with sweat. It has the little hairs all over his body standing at attention.

He wants to be disgusted. With them. With the drunk people stumbling around. With Genji for initiating this madness in the first place. But he can’t help but admit to himself, if just in fleeting… that he is jealous. He wants to be part of those bodies in the corners, the sloppy mouths that suckle on every available inch of skin; the grasping, uncoordinated hands pushing and pulling…

Who even is the master of this house? How did Genji manage to find someone insane enough to let him do any of this? Or did he… Hanzo’s blood runs cold and he stands still for a moment as he even dares to consider the possibility of Genji having hijacked the Villa.

He keeps moving forward. He needs to get a hold of his brother and find out what the Hell is going on.

Through the living room is the large kitchen. There are only two young ladies inside, standing at the kitchen isle with drinks in their hands and talking softly. The music is just a low thump in this corner of the villa. Across from himself he can see a glass door leading out into the backyard where pandemonium rages as far as he is concerned.

Hanzo inhales deeply to try and retrace his steps to the equilibrium he had found just this morning. Waking up in Viridian Forest seems very distant right now.

He tries to take a step forward but a hand around his ankle stops him. His breath hitches, body running cold. He can just about keep from screeching like a little girl as he looks down and sees a slumped figure next to the door which he hadn’t noticed before.

A low groan and the man starts to push himself up, using the wall as a way to brace himself. Hanzo’s mouth turns down in a severe frown as he suddenly recognizes the stranger from the forest. What were the odds…?

He takes a small step back, his quest to get outside and find his brother forgotten for a moment.

“What are you doing here?” he asks him.

“Gettin’ drunk with a few friends and acquaintances,” the stranger replies. He does not sound as drunk as he looks; swaying on the spot and a bit hunched over. He drags his large hand over his face a few times, then rubs it over his mouth while he in turn looks Hanzo up and down. “Hadn’t thought to be seein’ you again this soon… but I’m not complainin’.”

He grins crookedly. Hanzo hates how handsome that makes the other man; roguishly attractive, one could say. He feels himself getting grabbed by the bicep and gently steered around until his backpack hits the wall. The stranger is bracing himself with his forearm next to Hanzo’s head.

His sleeves are rolled back enough for Hanzo to see how weirdly slick and twisted the skin on that arm looks.

Burn, his brain supplies helpfully.

“I think I never caught your name, babydoll,” the stranger croons. His warm breath fans over Hanzo’s face. He’d like to say that the stench of alcohol is overwhelming and disgusting… but it isn’t. His body warms up as he remembers the things from just yesterday.

Ponyta’s Pokéball vibrates on his belt, warm and excited as if it wants to get out and say hello to its friend.

“Neither did you give me yours,” Hanzo says with a severe frown. He tries not to look as eager as his body makes him feel. The atmosphere of the place is starting to get to him. Genji has a way of just doing that; getting under your skin even if he’s not physically there. It is a phenomenon Hanzo has been privy to multiple times.

The stranger looks amused. He is so damn close that Hanzo can see just how dark and brown his eyes really are; no flecks of light seem to be in them.

“That’s true. The name’s Jesse.”

Hanzo inhales deeply.

“My name is Ha-”

He is interrupted by Jesse suddenly surging forward and pressing their lips together. His tongue, big and warm and just as rude as the man himself, pushes into Hanzo’s mouth and drags against his own in a heavy-handed yet luxurious slide that has Hanzo’s head swimming.

He only slowly becomes aware of the other things; Jesse’s hand grasping his jaw to keep his head tilted up into the kiss. His body pressing against his front, feeling warm and solid and crushing him into the wall. His taste.

Hanzo’s head swims, fingers twitching in Jesse’s shirt where they inexplicably ended up in. If he has any thoughts at the moment, he is not experiencing them personally. He just… is. Too shocked and confused to do anything other than let himself get bullied into a kiss and suffocate on this idiot’s kiss.

Jesse pulls back slowly, giving Hanzo just a few seconds to pull in much needed air and stare at him from up close with a dazed expression. He drags the tip of his tongue against Hanzo’s lower lip, then pushes back in for a second kiss. No pause to consider whether this is alright to do; no question whether Hanzo is as obviously into it as this buffoon who now also lets him feel his cock pressing against his hip; big and warm and obvious…

Hanzo’s heart is thumping slow and thick in his chest. His mouth is tingling, tongue pushing up against the rude intrusion. He can’t even remember the last time he got kissed, and Jesse is infuriatingly good at it. He comes across as a country bumpkin – and smells even worse – but this…

God, he tastes so heavily of alcohol that Hanzo wonders if he can get drunk from it. He feels like he is heaving an out-of-body experience just from this kiss-

This kiss that suddenly ends as Jesse is grabbed by the arm and pushed away from him a step or two.

“Woah there. That’s my brother, you know.”

Hanzo blinks his eyes open. He slowly wipes the back of his hand over his tingling mouth, wiping away Jesse’s spit as he eyes both the idiot and his brother (who also is an idiot).

Jesse is not quite teetering on his feet, but it looks close. He squints at Genji, then at Hanzo.

“Damn, is he now? Hmmm shoulda known. You’re both damn pretty, aren’t’cha?”

Hanzo bristles. The way he grins at Genji, leaning a little toward him makes him wonder just how close the two have been already. Heat suffuses his cheeks. Genji grins back. It looks a bit sharper and more predatory than is usual easy-going smile. He pushes Jesse away a little.

“Hey buddy, I heard they were starting a drinking game in the other room.”

Jesse narrows his eyes at him. Hanzo can almost see his thoughts clanking around behind his forehead. His dark eyes keep moving slowly between Genji’s too-sharp grin and Hanzo’s flushed face before he starts to smile a little and nod.

“I see. I’ll just be goin’ over there, then.”

“Yup,” Genji agrees, clapping his back in a friendly manner as Jesse tips an imaginary hat at Hanzo and lets himself get pushed into the direction of the kitchen’s door. “See you later, Jesse.”

“Later,” Jesse drawls. Before he completely slips out of the room, he throws Hanzo another look; dark and intent. “Later, Hanzo. Don’t forget: Route 12.”

Genji is frowning now, gaze flicking back to Hanzo.

“What does he mean?”

He sounds so much like Hanzo in that moment, that it does sober him up a little. He stands more upright, looking Genji up and down. He looks as sloppy as usual when he’s had a big party, but his eyes are looking a lot clearer than they should as they keep seizing him up and down in what Hanzo would call possessive if it weren’t his own brother.

“None of your business, Genji.” He sucks on his teeth, changing the subject despite still being able to taste Jesse on his tongue. “What is the meaning of all of this? Who does this house belong to?”

The predatory edge of Genji’s expression smoothes out. The sloppy grin he throws Hanzo is both more familiar and more infuriating, immediately setting his teeth on edge and warming his blood.

“It’s just a victory party, Hanzo! I thought I should celebrate my first badge in style, you know?”

Hanzo’s jaw immediately tightens, teeth grinding against each other. This… could not be possible.

“You have your first badge already.”

“Yyyup! And I caught my second Pokémon too! It’s a Pikachu. I got it in Viridian-”

The rest of his sentence goes down in the sudden white noise in Hanzo’s ears. His blood is no longer just warm – it is boiling. He clenches his hands into fists, trying to keep calm and not make a scene in this house full of drunk strangers. Nobody can jerk his leash like Genji can with just a handful of words and an insolent grin as he bounces on the balls of his feet like a little boy.

There’s a mess of hickeys on his throat, too. Hanzo stares at them, wondering which of those was from Jesse.

For just a moment, he hates his little brother who seems just so much better than him in… every aspect. The acid feeling in his stomach simmers down again as fast as it had flared up, though. This is Genji. Genji has a stupid lot of luck in life. He shouldn’t begrudge it to him.

“I… see.” Doesn’t mean he has to like it, though. Doesn’t mean he can’t get frustrated to no end. “You were fast, Genji. Congratulations.”

It must sound as constipated and forced as it feels to get out because despite whatever chemicals are swimming around Genji’s body right now, he does at least have the decency to look a bit ashamed.

Reaching out, Genji places his hand on Hanzo’s shoulder and gives it a squeeze.

“Listen. Why don’t you stay a little and have fun? You can loosen up and then trample that gym first thing in the morning. The leader of the is pretty new and super nice. I can tell you his lineup, if you-”

“No. Thanks,” Hanzo edges out between clenched teeth. He grasps Genji’s wrist and pulls his hand off of his shoulder just shy of brutally. “I will be able to do it without help, little brother. Why don’t you go and see whether your guests need some aid?”

He is aware that none of his previous question of the house owner, as well as other things burning on his tongue have not been answered, but he does not feel like getting patronized by yet another person – his little brother, no less.

Genji has the decency to look apologetic, at least.

“Uhm… yeah. Alright. But will you stay? You can have a look at the garden?”

Hanzo sighs deeply, rolling his eyes.

“I’ll have a small look around,” he promises.

Genji smiles, patting his shoulder.

“Good! You need a bit of fun every now and then. We just started our journey! Let’s celebrate!” Genji impulsively leans in and presses a kiss to Hanzo’s cheek before flashing him a grin and a peace sign and hurrying out of the immediate danger zone.

Hanzo scoffs. Frustrated and annoyed, he makes his way out into the backyard where the music takes up a little once more but can’t hope to drown out the rhythmic hollering coming from the pool.

His gaze is drawn automatically, wondering what idiotic thing they are getting up to. There are a few colorful inflatable beach toys in the form of water Pokémon. The most impressive is a Lapras on whose back three girls are sitting, cheering on the other crowd of people… and at first it looks like someone has procured an oddly shaped beach ball which they are bouncing around between themselves. It does not seem completely out of place, given the other inflatable toys – until his brain catches up with what he is seeing and he realizes, that it is not a toy. It is an actual Magikarp that the group is bouncing around while the idiotic fish just pathetically wriggles and struggles in the air.

Hanzo stares at the display for a while, listening to the commotion around him and wondering why the Hell he can commiserate with this useless thing so much. He’s known a few Magikarp back in Hanamura; each time his father would try to train one into a Gyarados, and they would struggle so hard… but none had ever managed the feat.

He knows how it is to try his hardest and still get nowhere. To just be doomed to sit at the sidelines and watch as his younger brother soared right through the obstacles put in his way…

Hanzo inhales sharply and steps closer to the pool.

“I demand that you release this Pokémon.”

They stop, one of the girls catching Magikarp and holding it against her chest like a plushie while they all just eye him with confusion.

His eyes sweep to the side where they have thrown off most of their clothes, a wild array of Pokéballs visible between the fabric.

“You call yourself trainers and yet you are so willing to torture one of your Pokémon. Release it this instant.”

A young man that had been lounging at the side of the pool is pulling himself up onto unsteady legs.

“Hey man. Calm your tits, alright? It’s my stupid Magikarp and I can decide what to do with it. Where the fuck do you even get off?”

Hanzo’s mouth pulls down in distaste. He looks the young man up and down. Drunk and belligerent as he is, he reminds him of Genji to an absolutely distasteful degree.

It also makes him remember the little kiss from earlier.

“Let your Pokémon retreat into its ball and find some bathing equipment to play around with,” he insists with a low voice, one hand curled into a fist. He has no alcohol in his blood to excuse the anger suddenly making his blood boil.

The other reacts to a command about as well as Genji does. He snorts and waves his hand toward his friends in a ‘keep going’ gesture before he steps a bit closer to Hanzo, looking him up and down.

“You think you can just waltz in and demand shit from me? You some kinda Queen?” His mouth twitches, eyes sliding down to look at Hanzo’s chest. He extends a finger and hooks it between two buttons of his dark shirt. “You’re lucky that you’re so fuckin’ hot, babe.”

Hanzo slaps his hand away, distaste curling through his body like smoke. He glances to the people that have gone back to playing, throwing around the Magikarp like a beach ball, then at the trainer in front of him.

“I suppose you will do…”

“What?”

“I said, I have a proposition for you.” Hanzo reaches out, curling his finger into the necklace the young man is wearing, and pulls him closer on it until he can smell the alcohol on his breath and the excitement surrounding him like a puff of smoke. “I want your Pokémon… and I will give you a nice ride in return,” he croons, voice low so none of the others may hear.

A fine pink sheen is appearing on the young man’s face. As he splutters and Hanzo waits for him to remember how to talk, he idly looks at the pendant dangling from the necklace hooked around his finger. Alex. Is it his name? The one of his significant other? It is tacky in any case.

“You… you’re… you’re going to- For that thing?” Alex throws his arm out to point at the Magikarp flying through the air and wriggling pathetically.

Hanzo lets go of the necklace and instead curls his hand around Alex’s throat, fingers digging in just shy of starting to choke.

“Call it back and I’ll let you fuck me,” Hanzo croons softly. It’s shameful, but he is not above dirty tactics right now. Hanzo has a lot of built-up frustration and he knows that jocks usually fuck good. Stopping the abuse of a helpless Pokémon is just a nice bonus.

He has no use for a Magikarp himself, but when everything is said and done, Hanzo simply is a sucker for the underdogs.

Alex’s face goes slack. He visibly sobers up quite a bit as he glances to his friends and then back to Hanzo to look him up and down.

“Wait. Really?”

He has to resist the need to roll his eyes or become too overtly impatient. Ha grabs the guy’s wrist and pulls his hand over until he can cup one of his plump pecs.

“Really.”

Alex inhales sharply. He turns to stalk over to a bunch of clothes and grab a Pokéball out of them seemingly on random. Hanzo watches how he calls the Magikarp back. The crowd protests but even before Hanzo is being pulled away by the horny jock, they already are finding new ways to have fun.

.o.

“H-Holy sh-shit… fuck, your hole’s tight as fuck-”

Alex sounds like he is about to have an aneurysm. Hanzo glances over his shoulder at his beet red face, then back in front of him to the Pokéball lying on the ground a few feet away.

He had been expecting better than this. He is disappointed that what he had hoped would be a nice long fuck to get his head free and his frustrations out of his system seemed to amount to a quick ten minute dicking that barely amounted to him getting hard.

He shifts his hands and knees a little, arching his back and trying to make him hit that needy little spot inside him that never fails to make his extremities feel warm and tingly, but it seems like Alex is determined on staying just shy of finally dicking right against his prostate.

The infuriating feeling of almost could be pleasurable in and off itself… if Hanzo weren’t such an impatient bitch.

“Fuck, you take dick like a pro, you know that? You’re almost as good as Genji-”

The corners of Hanzo’s mouth pull down. He slides away from under Alex’s slick, grasping hands and off of the hot cock spearing into him.

The young man nearly topples to the ground, his slightly unfocused gaze falling on Hanzo. “Hey, what the Hell- urg!”

Hanzo has grabbed him by the throat and pushed him unceremoniously backward until his back hit the grass with a dull thump. Alex’s face becomes a bit green around the nose as he obviously fights against the sudden onset of nausea. Hanzo ignores it. Instead, he crawls on top of him, knees bracketing his ribs and digging in meanly just to keep him in place and focused… and to hurt him a little.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Alex rasps. His hands grip on to Hanzo’s wrist but he doesn’t manage to pull his hand off of his throat.

Hanzo pulls his lip up in a little snarl. He reaches behind himself, fishing around for Alex’s cock. He grasps it after just a couple tries, feeling how sticky it is with the lube he had hastily fingered into Hanzo earlier while suckling on his earlobe and groaning every now and then about how damn tight and hot he feels inside.

“Quiet. Lie still and let me do this properly.”

Color has returned to Alex’s face. He looks angry, but the expression melts away when Hanzo sits on his cock and lets him slip in nice and deep. He starts a mean little rhythm, hips grinding hard, angled just a tad uncomfortably to have the blunt tip dragging against that special spot until it feels just this side of too much.

It is perfect.

“You obviously do not know how to use that idiot little cock of yours,” Hanzo hisses. His thighs finally start feeling warm from the heat radiating through his hips. He lets go of Alex’s throat and instead braces himself on his chest. “A bit longer and I would have fallen asleep. Pathetic.”

Alex’s hands are flailing around him before finally settling on Hanzo’s hips. He allows it. Given the way the young man had been fucking him earlier, he wouldn’t try and restrict his moves anyway. For a dude that let his Pokémon get abused he was surprisingly nice while fucking. Goddamn… Hanzo always had bad luck, didn’t he?

There was no doubt in his mind that Jesse would throw him around and hold his face into the ground while drilling into his guts until he saw stars…

Hanzo bares his teeth at Alex, his hips going faster, bouncing on cock until it squelches softly whenever he forces it back into his angrily clutching body.

Alex goes cross eyed. His nails start to dig into Hanzo’s skin, but the pain is not enough to really mean anything to him.

“A useless little cock on a useless little boy… you have fucked others like this? Their standards must be below ground.”

He digs his fingers into Alex’s nipple until he starts to arch beneath him, his mouth open wide but only a croaking little squawk of pain coming from him. Hanzo can feel his cock give a hard kick in his body, causing sparks to rush up his spine. The fact that this useless idiot somehow managed to cause him pleasure on pure coincidence only makes him more angry.

He bares his teeth and reaches behind himself, grabbing Alex’s balls and meanly crushing one swollen nut with the heel of his hand.

This time, Alex does howl, tears shooting into his eyes as he looks up at Hanzo like a man staring at some kind of wild deity. Like he has no idea how he is getting out of this alive, and why he is enjoying it in the first place.

“What is wrong with you, you crazy bitch?”

“You don’t get to come before me,” Hanzo hisses back. His cock is standing painfully at attention, the flushed tip drooling pre-cum every now and then. “Not after this ridiculous performance you showed me just now.”

Alex’ face twists as if he wants to argue, but Hanzo squeezes down once more until his eyes are about to pop out of his skull.

“Understood?”

“Y-Yes! Fuck! Yeah!”

Hanzo lets go of him. The cock inside him is still erect; still more than ready for the abuse. Little boys like him always enjoy if someone takes him by the hand and tells him how things are going to pan out.

Pathetic. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.

Hanzo’s anger flares when he finds himself becoming jealous. Of wanting to be the one on the bottom just following the lead of someone who can overpower him…

He lets go of Alex’s sac and instead leans forward to brace himself on the ground next to his head, riding him hard and letting him – he is not a total bastard – watch the bounce of his tits as he does so.

“Pay attention. Maybe you will learn for the next time you have an encounter with an unfortunate victim of your… dubious skills.”

He tenses his insides just to show off. Alex’s reaction is suitably gratifying, but it also means that he can feel him much more… immediately. He feels even bigger for a moment, dragging against the squishy walls of his insides. He wishes that this dick was just attached to another person so he wouldn’t have to feel so embarrassed at the goosebumps rushing along his body and the way his balls start to ache with how badly he wants to come now.

“J-Just shut the fuck up,” Alex whines. He sounds close to tears, his red face pulled into a grimace. “You’re a fucking asshole, anyone ever told you that?”

That, at least, makes Hanzo grin. He bears down harder on him, grinding his hips into the forest floor while a few meters off the party is still in full swing. He can hear the music. He can feel the thump of the bass through the ground.

Hanzo closes his eyes and just… lets go, orgasm rushing through his body hot and gooey.

He can feel the cock inside him twitching again. Maybe Alex is coming… maybe not. He doesn’t care enough to open his eyes.

.o.

A few minutes later, after he had time to calm down and dress himself again, Hanzo glances at Alex lying on the floor as if he had lost any bones he had ever had. He rolls his eyes and turns to grab his backpack, then moves over to where the sole Pokéball is lying on the ground. He snatches it up and moves from the premises, leaving the stupid villa with its stupid partygoers behind.

He doesn’t need that energy in his life right now. He definitely doesn’t need Genji rubbing his victory under his nose.

What he needs now is to get to the Pokémon center, see if they have some nice baths – or maybe an onsen – and just get to bed so he is nice and relaxed for his fight the next day.

Hanzo looks down into his hand, staring at the slightly scuffed looking Pokéball with the Magikarp.

He hadn’t thought that he’d get the second member of his team like that… but oh well.

Next time: Hanzo’s big fight against Goldenrod City’s gym leader! But what’s that? Ponyta, what are you doing? Oh no… A compromise has to be made.