As promised, here is the third chapter. Probably won't take as long as the second one did, since I already have it half done!

Well... it didn't take as long as the two months of the first, but I really should have had this one out in a week, not over a month. Sorry about that.

As said before, the second and third chapters were originally one massive chapter, so this one starts off right after the previous one ended.

To the guest who is just amazing, you know who you are, thank you. It's people like you that make all the hours writing more than worth it! Thanks ^^

"Come ooooooonn," Xavier whined, clinging to Oryan's leg. "Pleeeaase?"

"Why do you want to come anyway?"

"Because I'm boooored."

"You were bored in class, why should this be any different?"

"We had fun, uh, out of class."

Oryan stared down at the banette wrapped around his leg. It was the last school day of the week that he had revealed Xavier to the class, and word spread quite quickly.

It was amazing how quickly things changed. Beforehand he was the grumpig who lives alone, but still young enough that he should be taught in the school. He was barely even 'just there'.

By the second day he already had others wanting to talk to him. While Xavier and him had been seen together before, he had always manipulated the area to be largely deserted and never stayed very long. Now that not only everyone knew they knew each other, but knew they were together, everyone wanted to talk to him.

It was everything Oryan had ever dreamed. Even Alex was chatting too him like they were old friends. It was insufferably annoying.

He was fairly antisocial by nature, on top of being an introvert. He certainly wanted friends and companions, it was nice to have others actually noticing his existence, but a break would be nice. He was only four days into this surge of popularity, apparently Xavier had done a lot more than he had offhandedly mentioned, but Oryan was already waiting the days off with thinning patience.

The attention bothered him. Not because he received it only by being in a relationship with Xavier, that honestly didn't bother him. Oryan wasn't entirely sure why it bothered him. It just did.

For now he had a field trip to prepare for. The weekly descend into a Mystery Dungeon. Old Oars never chose a particularly dangerous one, and didn't tell them where they were going, so majority of the preparations Oryan suffered through was psyching himself up.

It'd help if the clingy banette on his leg would let go.

"Well you cannot possess me in the middle of nowhere again," Oryan snapped, finally dislodging Xavier with a well-timed leg shake. They hadn't actually discussed the happenings on that day, Oryan fell asleep halfway home and didn't know what to say afterwards.

"Of course," Xavier nodded, picking himself up. "I'll give you plenty of warning beforehand. Five... maybe even ten minutes."

He grinned his too-large grin at Oryan, but was met with a stony silence.

"Okay, I have to ask," Oryan started and Xavier's grin began to fall. "What the hell happened then? Why DID you suddenly jump into my body, something I may add, I had no idea you could do?"

"Well, I-"

"And furthermore," Oryan continued, cutting through Xavier's words. "Why were you so afraid of me telling you to stop? I could feel it, you know, when you were..." Oryan's mouth pinched, as if he didn't want to say the exact word. "Possessing me. Is that like how you taste emotions? Although I couldn't taste anything..."

Oryan crossed his arms and stared down the shorter pokémon in front of him. Xavier shifted uncomfortably, opening his mouth to speak several times but losing whatever words he had gathered.

Oryan sighed. "Fine. If you really don't want to tell me, then I-"

"I'm a ghost," Xavier said, snapping through Oryan's words like they weren't said. "A real ghost. An actual haunted doll. You know the legends about banette? I know you do, you went and researched right after I went and barged my way into your life." Oryan gave a slow nod, blinking rapidly. He did, in fact, research all he could about banette and learned the legends. That's what they were, after all, banette evolved from shuppet who came from eggs. Like all pokémon do.

"It doesn't happen very often, I think," Xavier continued, eyes looking at everything but the frozen grumpig in front of him. "But sometimes, yeah. A doll that is abandoned, but was formerly loved so much gathers enough... I dunno, energy? Enough energy that it can act as a conduit for wandering spirits to latch onto and this creates a Base Banette. Sure, most banette now come from shuppet, who come from eggs, but some still come-to-be like the legends said."

Xavier finished and stood in silence, waiting out Oryan's reaction. He didn't try to taste the grumpig's emotions, he wasn't sure he wanted to.

Oryan's mind flew as he tried to absorb all that information and fit it in ways that made sense to him. After blinking a dozen-too-many times he swallowed, took a breath, and spoke. "So... what does this mean? You're looking for your owner, I... ah, sorry. Former owner? To what? Curse them?"

Xavier shook his head. "No," he said simply. "I don't need to look."

Oryan let that sentence hang in the air, and decided not to ask. "Alright. Then what? Why does that make you possessing me out of nowhere any different?"

Xavier's zipper began to open and a tentacle slipped out before he shoved it back in, hand pulling the zipper closed. "It means there is a little more to me then a normal banette, as normal as any banette could be. The part of me that was, is, the doll and the whole 'messed up' part of my former spirit latching onto this body feels the need to be let out every once in a while. It's when I get a little more... frisky I suppose is the word to use."

"So... at the restaurant?"

"Yes. And I really didn't mean to scare you or make you uncomfortable, shocking I know." He gave a grin, although it was a little forced. "I just get a wild idea, and usually I control it quite well. I do have quite good control over myself, and there is no need to look so disbelieving. I let it out around you because, well... I trust you. I know you can reign me in if I go too far, and I would never go so far that you couldn't get me to pull myself out of it."

Oryan nodded slowly, digesting this. "If that's the case, then why did you tell me NOT to tell you to stop?"

Xavier gave a nervous chuckle. "Well that was a little bit of the crazy knowing that I would stop if you asked me too, but for some reason I was really pent up that day. I would have stopped, but it would have hurt. In a bad way, I mean."

"So what?" Oryan frowned. "I tell you to stop, you will, but it'll hurt you? That's not fair."

"No, no!" Xavier quickly waved his hands to stop that train of thought. "Normally I can stop with no issues, no pain, no nothing except some blue balls. Plus, you know me, I'm a banette. A little pain is good for me, even if it is bad."

Oryan still looked uncertain, so Xavier grinned extra wide for him.

"Well..." Oryan sighed. "Alright." He rubbed the back of his head as Xavier relaxed, smiling slightly at the glee he could see. "And you can come on the field trip today. But you have to behave."

"YES!" Xavier whooped and jumped into the air and didn't let gravity pull him down. He hit the ceiling and then gravity took over, falling back down with cry of pain. "Ouch." But was otherwise fine.

"Let's go!" The rather exuberant banette cheered and pulled Oryan through the, thankfully open, door. "You can be on my team!"

"Could you BE anymore crazy?" Oryan hissed as Xavier finally slowed down. "And what did I say about behaving?" He had been barely able to close his door with how fast the banette was carrying him away, and he needed to use Psychic to manage it.

"You said I had to behave on the field trip~" Xavier stuck a tentacle out and winked, Oryan groaned and pushed his face away.

Rubbing his arm, as Xavier had been tugging just the one extremity to bring him along, they fell into the edge of the crowd of students.

Not everyone seemed to be here just yet, so there was waiting and mingling to be had. Oars didn't mind, just as long as no one ran off again, he made sure to give Oryan a frown just to be sure.

Shivering from the frown, Oars was utterly terrifying when he wanted to be, Oryan tried to focus on Xavier and making sure the banette didn't try and possess anyone. He could read between the lines, Xavier had promised to give him warning if he jumped into his body and he wasn't sure if the tricky banette would try and play the 'exact words' clause. He was prepared to give him hell for it if he did.

Fortunately, Xavier was on his best behaviour. This only made Oryan more anxious, but Xavier liked to tease and knew the grumpig would get worked up over all the theoretical misdoing he was not going to do. But to let him think it? Why not?

Also Oars was there, the emboar was scary even to him.

"It's been really good, thanks."

Xavier blinked and snapped out of his thoughts, he hadn't noticed a certain lucario coming up to talk. Oryan had his back to Xavier, and was cheerfully discussing the dealings of the week with Alex, who seemed far more interested in the discussion to possibly be genuine.

With Oryan's back to him, Xavier was able to frown all he wanted at the popular lucario. The frown deepened into a glare and further into a snarl as they continued chatting, it got to the point where Xavier's aura was nearly visible to those who weren't aura adept for Alex to notice him.

Xavier could taste the change of comfortable interest and possibly more, he wasn't sure he was too far gone to be certain, to a sudden jolt of fear. Alex flinched back, clearly able to really see Xavier's form for a moment, before Xavier completely shut it off.

Oryan noticed the change and turned, curious, to see a disinterested Xavier staring off into the clouds. Confused, he turned back to Alex who seemed to have recovered.

"So... that Xavier. He's... interesting," Alex said, giving a short hum. "How'd you two meet?"

"Oh!" Oryan's ears flicked upwards as he remembered what had happened after. It took him a few short moments to categorize his thoughts and flip right into the setting that made Xavier look the best. "He saved me when I was attacked."

Xavier's attention had returned from the clouds to the pair in front of him once his name was mentioned and he listened as Oryan tried to explain without giving too much away. It was only too clear, to Xavier at least, that Oryan was thinking of the old house and not trying to mention it. And the dare from the bullies that had made him enter in the first place, and not trying to mention it. Or what happened to those bullies afterwards, and not trying to mention it. Or the scyther that had attacked him in the mansion, spilling Oryan's blood and waking Xavier up properly, and not trying to mention it or what the banette did to that scyther.

"From what?" Alex was pressing and it was making Oryan uncomfortable. One of Xavier's eyes went black as he restrained himself, it would only upset Oryan. If he did it now, or even when they were alone. Even if it was an accident in a dungeon...

Xavier reached up to cover his eye and sent a hidden Shadow Claw through it, the pain doing the job and calming that 'aspect' of him.

"From a scyther, actually." Xavier entered the conversation, smoothly gliding in as if he hadn't just stabbed his own eye. There was no evidence anyway. Oryan looked to him in surprise and Xavier explained. "It was a bit of a panic, with the whole Bug type advantage and all and I didn't think Oryan got a proper look at his attacker." Oryan shook his head, he hadn't known it was a scyther. He remembered the sounds and hadn't wanted to ask what it was, or what happened to it. "I taught it not to attack cute, innocent, adorable Psychic types and brought Oryan back to his home."

He laid a possessive hand on Oryan's shoulder and stared into Alex's eyes. There wasn't much you could hide from an experienced aura user, but even an inexperienced one like Alex could see the warning Xavier was giving off. He swallowed, fought his own instincts to attack or flee and instead breathed a sigh of relief when Oars called the class to order.

"Today you will be sent into the Misty Woods." A ripple of delight and apprehension flowed through the assembled pokémon, the Misty Woods had several rumours floating around it and usually only serious pokémon entered them. "Settle down. You'll be sent in teams of four, each pokémon of a different type, to maximize your chances of your group performing or, yes I'm serious, receiving an attack of increased effectiveness. This lesson has less strict rules for completion, however, and the goal is simply to finish the dungeon with ALL of your party members. Everyone will receive the same basic package of items, including anything I'm sure you'll sneak in past me, and the first three teams to finish will win a Perfect Apple each."

A whole new ripple of excitement went through the group as Oars waved around three of the wonderful, wonderful, fruits.

"Okay." He put the apples away, to mass disappointment. Even the smell was intoxicating. "Get yourself together, remember each member needs to add at least one new type to the group. Once you're ready, we'll trek to the woods."

Immediately the assembled pokémon began sorting themselves based on friendships and acquaintances first. With Oryan and Xavier on the edge, they weren't approached at first, and in an uncharacteristic display of boldness, Oryan asked Alex to join their group."

"Sure." When the words left his mouth, Alex nearly visibly flinched. It was a reflex, being polite, with the addition that he did like Oryan it was easy. Then he remembered Xavier was there.

"Great!"

Any attempts at backtracking disappeared when it was clear just how happy Oryan was about the idea, his exuberance even diluting Xavier's death glare to a distrustful glance.

"Okay, that makes us a Ghost, a Psychic and a Fighting and Steel group. Who else could we add...?"

"Fire," Oars said, appearing before them suddenly and flinging a small form down at their feet. "That's what."

It was a rather familiar magby.

"Roger?" Oryan spluttered, not that the magby was much better. Stuttering while frozen was not a good combination to attempt a denial. "No."

"Tough," Oars said, causing Oryan to freeze up not unlike Roger. "He's the only one without a group, and your group still needs one more pokémon. Right?"

Oryan spluttered, but couldn't form words. Roger gaped, he couldn't even begin to form a splutter. A grin stretched over Xavier's face while Alex looked on in confusion.

"Is there something wrong with that?" Oars asked, unfreezing both Oryan and Roger and causing them to snap to attention.

"NO SIR!"

"Good." The old emboar turned to walk to the front of the group, but paused. "I do not know the specifics behind your issues with each other, and I don't want to know, but few things resolve them better than a dungeon. Either you all win this, or none of you win this." He crossed a cursory eye over Xavier as well, but the banette stared back impassively.

Snorting, Old Oars stomped off and began leading the pokémon to their newest dungeon challenge.

It took them only an hour and a half to reach the entrance to the Misty Woods. Even stopping to return to form a crowd, each pokémon could feel the warp of the dungeon. From a cursory glance it looked like nothing more than an entrance to a woods, a perpetually misty woods, but nothing to imply something maddening. As that's what it was, madness.

Any pokémon that lingered in a dungeon too long would be driven feral by whatever had twisted the land in the first place, and sometimes knocking them out wasn't enough to snap them out of it. Most pokémon were something close to a lost cause; having spent so long in the dungeons, perhaps having lived there when the land was normal, that even dragging them out of the dungeon wouldn't help. Sometimes that was the way to go, but most pokémon would run off once they realised you could, and would, fight them off.

A fair few dungeons around Telles Town were 'ranked' as particularly dangerous ones. All dungeons were dangerous after all, you never know what may find you in there, but some were worse. Either the warp that had twisted the land was stronger, or more powerful pokémon had been driven mad by it.

Misty Woods was not one of the particularly dangerous dungeons. Old Oars was a believer in tough love, but he wasn't sadistic, or senile. But it was one of the more rumoured dungeons in the area. It was widely known that the Misty Woods would always maintain some kind of marked path, although the path could lead to dead ends, or disappear and reappear in random areas, staying on the path was usually relatively safe.

Straying far off the path, however, that was where the rumours really got wild. Beckoning lights, voices of loved ones, visions of things that could have been, but were missed by inches, were all spoken of and all led to your supposed end.

When no one could prove to have returned from the strayed way, it was difficult to tell what may be true.

The rumours were on everyone's minds, however, and were not eased with what Oars said next.

"In each of your treasure bags is an Escape Orb. All members need to be touching the Orb to return to this spot." The emboar marked a spot on the ground, just to demonstrate. "All need to be touching it. This cannot be overstated. If anyone returns because they were spooked by a noise without their teammates, will have hell to pay. Use it only if you must, if you cannot go any further. Stick together, help each other, and do not stray from the path. Find the path together if you must, but remember that the path is never too far away. Alright, I'll see you all when you get back."

With Oars' speech done, the assembled groups began to cautiously make their way into the dungeon.

Oryan, Xavier, Alex and Roger entered third, Xavier pausing to grab something that laid slightly off the path, with each team having entered a minute after the previous. Alex glanced to Xavier, noticing he had grabbed something, and wondered if he should say anything; he was the bag-holder for their group, but decided against asking.

The Misty Woods' name was apt. It was misty, there were a lot of trees around.

A dirt track seemed to be their path, winding and twisting. The mist hung around them like another companion, pressing on their shoulders, senses, urging them onwards.

No one was quite sure who was the leader. Xavier had strode forward first, but at some point Roger ended up in front of him, only to reach a dead-end and the one at the back, Alex, led them back.

Oryan slipped to the front by means he could not fathom, and jumped at every sound of the woods. Which was a considerable amount.

Xavier took the lead again, striding forward quickly, but as one of the shortest in the group he couldn't outpace Alex and Roger and the four went onwards in tense silence.

"So..." Alex began, trying to break the massively uncomfortably dim that had befallen the four of them. He got a interested glance from Oryan, and desperate expression from Roger, and nothing from Xavier. The nothing bothered him more than it should and he found his words fading away, as if they were mist.

Even Oryan was finding the silence unpalatable and found he had to make some noise, if just to scare away the mist fogging his brain. "So this is crazy right? The four of us, all together."

Roger tried hiding behind Alex, who tried to coax Oryan into continuing so the silence wouldn't return.

"Oh yeah," Xavier added his voice to the mix, somehow making the feeling the dungeon was giving them worse with his tone. "Crazy. Any of you been in this dungeon before?"

Roger rapidly shook his head, not that Xavier could see him, and Alex shook his head a lot less quick. Oryan answered for the three of them. "No..."

"I have," Xavier continued, like he was the only one there. "Years and years and years ago. Before Telles Town was so much as a thought in some future pokémon's plans. I woke up here, cold and confused, hungry, ravenous. Angry for reasons I did not understand. Vengeful for a slight I didn't even remember. There wasn't as much mist here then, and when I woke up the mist decreased just a little bit..."

"Uh... Xavier?" Oryan squeaked, he really didn't like the tone the banette was using, nor the distant horror he was implying.

"So much mist now," Xavier continued, headless of Oryan's repeating of his name. "So many lives. You can feel it, can you not?" He still wasn't turning to face them, Roger was shivering and holding his shoulders, Alex's eyes flitted back and forth but he could not figure out what to focus on, only Oryan still had the will to try and reach Xavier. "I wonder what would happen... if you left a doll in here? A curious question, is it not?"

"Xavier," Oryan's voice was a whisper, a paw stretched out but not quite far enough to reach the utterly terrifying banette.

"So? What did you think of that?"

Suddenly, Xavier twisted around to face them and all three jumped, Alex fell over while Roger screamed. Oryan squeezed his eyes shut, almost relaxing into fainting.

"...Pffhahahahahahah!"

Only to snap his eyes back open to stare incredulously at the cackling banette in front of him. Xavier was laughing so hard he fell onto his stomach and pounded the soft grass with his fists. "The looks on all of your faces!"

"W-what?" Roger squeaked, not sure if it was time to fall unconscious and be eaten by the mist yet.

Oryan slowly unlocked his muscles, having frozen up completely, but the fires of rage helped thaw him out and he grabbed Xavier to throttle him. "WHAT WAS THAT?" He demanded, shaking the still-laughing banette.

It took Xavier a few more minutes to calm down, but once he did he explained. "A new rumour to start, of course. What? Did you think I was serious or something? Pfff."

Oryan's glare of stone, pain and no-sex caused Xavier to reign the chuckles in and the banette composed himself. "That's this places thing, right? Stories, rumours, to make it seem spookier than it really is."

"Th-then." Alex paused to clear his throat. "Then what is this strange feeling the mist gives off?"

"That's me," Xavier replied and flapped his arms. "Spooooky Ghooost poooweeers, oooooh."

"Are you sure you aren't really a misdreavus?" Roger snapped, before clamming up.

"Well." Xavier shrugged. "It was either that or a banette, and being a banette is much more enjoyable. Although." He let his zipper open up and taste the emotions in the air for a moment. "You all do taste wonderful, probably have all the Ghosts in the next few sections of forest zoning in on us."

"Xavier!" Oryan snapped, pulling focus away from the potential death and more death approaching and instead focusing on the rage. "That was so... just... ah!"

"Ah is exactly right my smiley Oryally. Exactly right."

Oryan took this as a chance to scream internally. Once the screaming was done he sent a murderous, and a little betrayed, glare at Xavier. "You promised you'd behave."

"Oh... don't look at me like that," Xavier groaned, trying to shield his eyes. "It makes me feel guilty, and then worse."

"Well good! You don't break promises."

Xavier groaned, trying to stop the words, but he just couldn't. "Well technically, technically, I never said anything. You just told me to behave."

"If I brought you on this trip!" Oryan snapped, a few decibels away from shouting. "Since you came, that is implicit agreement regardless of if you said anything or NOT!"

"Oh," Xavier blinked, he really didn't think the joke would upset Oryan. "I'm sorry."

"Well sorry isn't good enough mister!" Oryan snarled, pointing a deadly paw in Xavier's face. "You're going to have to actually apolog... wait." Oryan blinked rapidly as Xavier's words sunk in. "Did you just say sorry?"

"Yeah?" Xavier wasn't sure the last time he'd ever felt this nervous, or at all.

"I... uh... oh." And like that, all of Oryan's fury deflated like a balloon. "I can't believe you apologised."

Alex and Roger exchanged a glance, they didn't understand anymore than the rather befuddled banette did.

"You've never actually done that before," Oryan said through numb lips. "Ever. That's actually the thing you didn't say when we had that first argument, over... well, you remember."

"I didn't apologise?" Xavier blinked, thinking it over. "Huh. I never did. Sorry about that, I have no idea why. Why did you take me out then? If I didn't say it?"

Oryan shrugged. "I came to the decision that you'd never say it. You didn't seem... aware that it was an issue."

"You're right, I didn't," Xavier admitted. "But you've taught me well. I'm honestly a bit surprised myself, jeez... I was a bit of a mudbray's ass. And I didn't mean to scare you... that bad."

"Well... alright. I'm sorry for getting so upset, if you were just playing around." Oryan turned to the other two, who had thankfully relaxed now. "It's cool?"

"Y-yeah," came Roger's nasally voice.

"Of course," was Alex's much smoother baritone.

"Alright. We should probably hurry up now, this has probably set us way behind the other teams and we need to catch up!"

The others nodded and Xavier patted Oryan on the shoulder. "Well lead on then."

All at once, his confidence faded. "Huh?"

"You seem to be good at taking charge," Alex said, supporting the idea. "And you're definitely good at it, you should lead."

"Oh." Oryan scuffed the ground with a foot. "If you're sure?"

"Yes." Was Xavier's and Alex's voice at once. Oryan smiled and nodded, turning to march onwards, Xavier took his distraction as a moment to give Alex a dark look before trotting off to walk besides the grumpig.

Alex sighed as Roger came out from behind him. "We should probably hurry up," he urged and the lucario quickly picked up the pace. If nothing else, Xavier was right. They would have an excellent rumour to scare the others with.

Now if only Xavier would stop giving off that 'spooky ghost power' because he could still feel the wrongness of the mist, everywhere.

Oryan shivered.

It wasn't because it was cold, even though it was cold, or that the mist creeped him out, it still did, his brief shake was more to do with the prickling sensation on his neck. It felt like something dangerous was brewing behind him, but every time he glanced behind Xavier was fine, Alex was looking mostly fine, and Roger was not looking fine. All the same.

He turned back to continue leading, giving Xavier the chance to return to the miming of actions best not spoken of. He capped them all off with a silent guffaw and a not-quite slap of the knees, to reassure his two... companions didn't decide to run off screaming.

"How far have we gone?" Roger asked, with Alex around and Oryan seemingly able to hold Xavier in check, he was growing slightly less absolutely petrified in terror and a more relaxed, screaming-bloody-murder terrified. It didn't seem like much of an improvement, but at least now he could bring himself to do what he loved: talk.

"Who knows?" Xavier murmured teasingly, shutting up when Oryan turned a dour look on him.

"Behave. I'd say we've been in this dungeon for nearly two hours."

"I'm exhausted," Roger whined, wanting to slump on the ground, not that he would with Xavier there. "Can't we take a break?"

"Maybe we should," Alex, the voice of reason, and best buffer between Xavier spoke up and Roger nearly wanted to kiss the lucario. "We have made quite a lot of distance."

"But is it far enough?" Xavier interjected, smoothly floating to Oryan's side. "We can always go further."

Oryan thought in silence, the group still plodding along, he saw something coming up and decided that this would be a good place to answer. "Oh gosh yes, let's stop and rest for a bit."

Oryan slumped onto his stomach and yawned, Roger and even Alex joining him on the ground in seconds. Xavier decided to let that victory go, as Oryan was looking far too cute and tired and he was panting for breath a lot.

Oh.

Xavier quickly grabbed a hold of himself before he did anything to embarrass Oryan, he was sure Oryan still was a little upset over the story and didn't want to bring back the rage. Although him all red, huffing and puffing.

"Do I have to Shadow Claw my eye again?" Xavier growled to himself. "I am far better than this. I can control myself. I can control myself. Even with Oryan on his belly, tail twitching, flushed and panting-"

Xavier was spared from possibly physical, mental and possibly emotional agony by being put through merely physical agony.

An absol burst out of the mists that fogged up the area off the path with a sudden shrieking howl, head-scythe brimming with Dark type energy that slashed right through Xavier's side. Due to him jumping in the way of its target, Oryan.

Oryan gave a shriek when he saw the absol coming for him but he was prone and couldn't so much as try to dodge. He couldn't close his eyes though, body freezing up and forcing him to watch as Xavier moved faster than he had ever seen, and blocked the attack with his own body.

A low, strangled scream tore itself out of the grumpig's throat as the banette fell back, falling on top of him.

Alex reacted next, slamming into the maddened absol with a Force Palm of tremendous power, a loud crack echoed through the clearing before the burst of energy blasted the absol off its feet.

It crashed against a tree and rolled a few times, laying still.

For a moment.

The attack, while strong, only managed to daze the absol and it came roaring back with a vengeance.

Alex snarled and ran forward himself, generating a glowing blue bone out of aura and parrying the absol's slashes with his Bone Rush. The generated bone began to crack quickly, however, and Alex could only block twice more before it shattered into nothing.

The absol bared its fangs and leaped for Alex's throat, only to receive a Flame Burst to the face.

Falling back with a howl, Roger shot another blast of flame at it and laughed. "How do you like THAT?" The absol batted its face free of flames and snarled, even more incensed and Roger's bravado faded. "Um... sorry?"

"Get BACK!" Alex cried, knocking Roger to the side with his new Bone Rush, and met the absol head-on again. This time he tried to go on the offensive, and managed to knock the absol back several feet. Tiring of this, the absol slashed upwards with obscene strength and cleaved right through the Bone Rush, Alex not being skilled enough to hold the two smaller bones together and they faded.

The absol leaped for his throat again, and missed.

Alex had jerked back, unbidden, and was flung out of reach of all the sharp and pointy death bits of the absol.

Oryan stood, breathing hard and eyes glowing as he released the Psychic on Alex. "Everyone close you eyes!" He shouted before closing his and focusing on the pearls on his head.

Alex leaped forward, not following Oryan's cry, and tried to tackle him out of the way of the very hungry absol that had gone for him in the first place. Roger, however, knew what Oryan was going to do, from experience, and covered his face.

Oryan shouted out-loud as a blinding burst of light lit up the entire area like a flare. Alex and the absol caught a direct dose of utter brightness as Alex reached Oryan and tackled him out of the way.

The absol screeched in pain and slashed and swiped, missing Oryan solely due to Alex's tackle, and the two landed off the path.

Oryan was still glowing, but not as brightly, his eyes had snapped open upon landing, thinking the absol had indeed gotten him. He thrashed and knocked the reeling Alex off, the lucario clutching his face as the brightness was too much.

Roger lowered his own hands and saw his chance, breathing up a great gout of flame he blasted the absol three times before it finally had enough and ran off, bumping into trees and plants in its blind haste to escape.

"XAVIER!" Oryan was by the banette's side right as he was sure the absol had fled, Roger kneeling by Alex's side and reassuring the lucario the matter was handled.

There was a deep gash in Xavier's side, but no blood was coming out. There was a wispy something drifting out, but there wasn't even any stuffing inside Xavier. All Oryan could see was darkness.

"Xavier?" Oryan tried again, he didn't like the normally peppy banette lying so still and silent. "Please don't do this."

He grabbed Xavier by the shoulders and gave him a light shake, the banette's head flopping side to side.

"Oof," Xavier groaned and Oryan gasped, before shaking his harder. "Hey, hey. Stop, I'm awake." The banette did open his eyes and lift a hand to grab at Oryan's. The grumpig gave a weak chuckle.

"Are you alright?"

"Well I didn't make a 'I don't wanna get up for school' joke, so not the best. But I'm alright. Might need some mouth-to-mouth later though."

"For resuscitation?" Alex groaned, stepping carefully and blinking a lot.

"No... why?"

Oryan chuckled again, this one more real. "Well if you're making those kinds of jokes, you probably will be alright." He turned his gaze from the injured banette to the half-blind lucario and the magby that was supporting him. "You saved me. No." He looked to Xavier, and then to Roger. "All of you did."

Roger preened, Xavier muttered something possibly lewd and offensive, Alex deflected. "Xavier saved you, and Roger beat that absol off. I just distracted it for a bit."

"If you didn't tackle me, it would have gotten me," Oryan pointed out.

While Alex scuffed the, what he hoped was, ground, Oryan turned his sight on Roger. "You trusted me to cover your face when I used Flash?"

Roger shrugged, trying not to look directly at anyone. "W-well. You've used it before... on me... I figured it'd do something, and if not it'd be better if I could see. Right?"

"Thanks."

"Hey... alright," Roger conceded.

"So. Shall we continue?" Xavier asked, leaning against Oryan.

"What?" Oryan gasped, aghast. "No! You're injured, you're... injured?" He was looking at Xavier's side. His completely uninjured, totally fine side. He checked the other one to be sure, and then touched it to be certain. "Huh. That's neat."

"Neat is your response to my amazing regenerative abilities?" Xavier pouted and crossed his arms. Roger laughed, nervously, but Alex didn't. He still couldn't see clearly, and using aura to see wasn't fun when Xavier was around.

"Also how?"

"The perks of being awesome." Xavier shrugged. "Anyway, let's go!"

Xavier led them now, Oryan following with a bemused frown with Roger leading Alex along, walking up to the split in the paths up ahead. Xavier's career as a full-party-leader lasted nearly an entire minute. But the howls of what sounded like every canine and vaguely-canine pokémon in the forest caused the group to sprint into a panic.

The absol reappeared, leading a five-member-strong pack of houndoom and their prey was the four pokémon of this practice-exploratory group. With that many Dark pokémon, Xavier knew that even without being sucker-slashed and taken out for a minute he didn't stand the best chance, and Oryan even less. Alex was able to deter them with Fighting type attacks, but the houndoom breathed fire and forced him to run too.

Sprinting as quickly as they could, Xavier grabbed the taller Oryan in his strong grip and picked up the pace, taking the left path. Alex grabbed Roger and ran half-blind, taking the right path.

"USE THE ESCAPE ORB AND GET OUT OF HERE!" Oryan cried, voice whipping as he disappeared. Alex had been the official bag holder.

The chasers hesitated a moment before a bark from the absol split them into two groups as well. The absol and two houndoom following Xavier and Oryan, the other three houndoom tracking Alex and Roger.

"How far have been gone?" Oryan whispered, shivering up against Xavier.

"Shhh..." Xavier rubbed Oryan's shoulder, trying to calm him. "You're going to have to put up that smell-guard Safeguard you did in the restaurant, or they are going to smell us."

Oryan closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, focusing everything he had into the smell-guard he had managed at what seemed like forever ago. He could really only feel Xavier's hand on his shoulder, however. "Could you drop your hand?" He asked, the banette quickly following. "Thanks." With the Ghost type aura not physically touching him, Oryan was able to throw up his smell-guard.

"There!" He cheered, quietly. "Sorry." Quickly turning, he gave Xavier a kiss on the forehead. "I can hardly focus when I've got you there."

Xavier smiled. "I'm going to take that as a compliment."

"Good." Oryan nodded, putting their heads together. "It was meant as one."

They stood together silently, waiting for their chasers to come by. On Oryan's side, he was simply hoping his smell-guard was strong enough and they'd wander back into the dungeon. Xavier, however, had other plans.

He couldn't say them out loud in fear he'd be overheard, Oryan couldn't stop sound after all.

If only his inner aspect didn't choose now to roil up.

Xavier took a deep, meaningless breath, trying to quell the desire. "For once I'm the one saying it. This is NOT the time."

It didn't listen. It would never listen to him.

Oryan made a small eep when he felt the cold and smooth texture of Xavier's tongue touch his neck, as the banette's hands snuck around his sides and held him in a gentle hug.

"Xavier?" He whispered, before a light moan escaped his mouth.

"Shh..." the banette crooned, tongue tasting further. Oryan made another sound, so Xavier moved a hand up and over the grumpig's mouth. "We have to be quiet."

The part of him that still held sense forced him to lower the hand, Oryan needed to tell him to stop, but he couldn't stop the hand from roaming down to the grumpig's crouch.

Oryan made another sound and Xavier rumbled a low sound from his chest, he enjoyed Oryan's sound, but not now. "Oryan," he moaned, pressing his body up against the grumpig's rump and grinding there. "Tell me to stoo." The word cut itself off as Oryan began to grind back against him. "T...tell me... t-tell... tell..."

"Don't stop," the grumpig murmured, so light nothing should have heard him, but Xavier did.

The banette shuddered, body pressing harder against Oryan's as his cock hardened. He tried to pull back, but Oryan pressed in. "Just... make it quick."

Xavier's already frayed sense of control, snapped.

"Haah..." Oryan sighed as he felt Xavier stiffen behind him, member poking out and pressing underneath his tail. "A baaad, influence..." he moaned as he felt the banette begin to push into him. "So... good."

Despite the pairs general dynamic, it was more common for Oryan to be penetrating Xavier, then the other way around. The sensation was always so much more intense for Oryan than it was for Xavier, so they saved it for special times.

This was not one of those times, but Oryan couldn't help himself anyway.

Getting attacked, nearly being killed by the absol, Xavier taking the hit for him. Oryan didn't know what to say after they had driven the crazed pokémon off the first time, kneeling by Xavier knowing that the banette had leaped in front of the attack. Considering how badly it cut Xavier up, Oryan had no doubt that the absol would have killed him had it connected.

Knowing the Xavier cared that much, filled Oryan with all sorts of warm and fuzzy feelings even he was embarrassed to feel. And with Xavier being affected by his inner aspect, Oryan knew that he could begin to show how much Xavier meant to him.

It was dangerous, the absol and houndoom may not be able to smell them but they could still hear them, or even stumble across them. The danger just made him more aroused. A Ghost pokémon behind him, Dark pokémon tracking them down in a forest filled with Bug pokémon. It was a Psychic pokémon's worst fear, it was nothing he should have even gone into, but despite that. Despite that, the thrill made Oryan feel more alive.

Xavier's arms tightened around his chest as the banette shuddered, cock fully sheathed in Oryan now, and Xavier could feel Oryan's heart hammering away. One hand shifted slightly, to hold itself over his lovers heart so he could feel it and be assured Oryan was still alive.

As Xavier began to pull out for the first round, Oryan pulled his own arms ups to lay over Xavier's, feeling the strange mix of soft plush and hard cock. He gasped, moaned and grunted as Xavier began thrusting hard and fast right from the get go. There was urgency in the banette's actions, beyond the fact that they were being hunted.

Xavier could scarcely control himself, the last time Oryan had let him go anywhere while he was affected by his quality, he had been possessing Oryan. It was wonderful to feel exactly what Oryan was feeling, but this was different in an entirely new way. He could feel the living flesh of the grumpig spread to accommodate his cock and clench around it as he pulled back, slamming right back in and causing a audible rustle of cloth on skin.

Oryan moved his hands, leaving Xavier's cold again as they sneaked behind him. He grabbed Xavier's hips with surprising strength, and eased him in slower. "There..." he sighed, feeling Xavier grind against him. "We gotta be quiet."

Xavier laughed softly, Oryan saying his own words right back at him, and complied, moving quieter.

Oryan felt Xavier ease into him softly and gave a light moan of thanks, shifting his hands from the banette's hips to his sides, plying the soft yet strong form the Ghost pokémon was.

One of Xavier's hands remained over Oryan's heart, it was still thumping away strongly but less urgent than before, and let the other one drift along. Feeling the grumpig's fur and skin, the living heat and natural form. He thrusted in sharper and delighted in the soft sounds Oryan made, cooing, gasping and moaning, fighting every moment to not yell out in ecstasy and have their moment ruined by others.

Oryan retracted one of his hands to grip at the hand that was moving all along his belly, teasing and feeling every inch of him. Xavier often did so, just touched him. Not even only during their mating, the banette was fascinated with every inch of him and sought to know everything by simple touch.

Oryan enjoyed Xavier's ministrations, but there was one part of him that ached too much to not be attended too. The grumpig felt, rather than heard, Xavier chuckle as he pulled his hand down to his twitching member. The banette trailed just one finger along the tip of his cock and felt Oryan's whole body shiver; a needy moan made his decision for him and Xavier quickly gripped Oryan's throbbing flesh, pumping it at an even pace.

The hand still gripping Xavier's side suddenly gripped down in a vice-hold. It hurt in a small way, small enough that to Xavier it was pleasurable and he rumbled into the crook of Oryan's neck, pressing his mouth against the vulnerable neck of the Psychic type.

Xavier's zipper opened and his tongue slithered up, lapping along the skin of the living pokémon. The sheer energy of the banette's tongue prickled against the Psychic Oryan, sending cold shivers all down his spine and sent his heart racing.

Lost in a dangerous dungeon, Dark types coming for him and an even more dangerous Ghost literally inside him, Oryan knew that by any rights, by any sense of sanity he should be afraid. Xavier's zipper mouth opened fully and his tentacles came out to play, tickling along his spine, two drifting up his head and playing around with his ears. Xavier's grip on Oryan tightened and he pulled the grumpig against him, grinding himself against Oryan's gripping walls.

Oryan panted for breath, the sensations of everything were interfering with his Psychic control, frazzling his thoughts, making it difficult to focus on anything more than the power behind him. One of Xavier's tentacles slid across his face, tickled his nose, and found his open mouth. Oryan latched onto it, sucking it in, happy for something to ground himself with.

Xavier shuddered, and didn't stop. His hands snaked around the grumpig's belly and held him in his cool grip. He was saying something, but if it was words than Oryan couldn't understand him.

"%##$ ^&!" Xavier gurgled before the strength the banette was exhibiting, restraining his power to refrain from hurting Oryan, broke. He pushed forward, and didn't stop pushing. Oryan, not prepared to be moving, found his feet just dragging against the ground, Xavier's cloth-iron grip was holding him up anyway. They reached a tree and Oryan braced himself against it.

He felt Xavier pull back once, a ghostly shudder wracking his body, before Xavier slammed forward. He had moved his hands from Oryan to the tree and his grip began to crack the tree, Oryan squealed as Xavier pounded him, everything lighting his brain up in waves of pleasure. Oryan's mind reached out, not wanting to contain this much sensation only to itself, and touched Xavier's.

For a brief moment, it seemed as if the world had stopped. Each could feel everything from the other. Xavier's strength faded as he crashed against Oryan as Oryan's own power waned, it had been only for a moment but a moment was more than enough. Xavier could only make a weak noise as he felt part of his very essence spill from his cock in waves of pleasure, Oryan couldn't make any sound at all, painting the tree white from his waist down.

The two breathed together, simply feeling, before everything went black.

Oryan regained consciousness first.

It was like descending from a cloud, then falling the last hundred meters. His body ached, but ached in a wonderful way. He felt around as his vision began to return, feeling Xavier beneath him. The memories returned and he yelped, standing right up and rousing Xavier straight back into battle-mode.

"Where's the enemy?" He asked, head snapping to and fro in search of the attacker.

"No one," Oryan moaned, feeling his head ache from the Ghost-energy overload. Psychic's were vulnerable to Ghost's for a reason. "I just realised we fell asleep even with enemy's looking for us."

"Fell...? Huh." Even Xavier seemed perturbed at that. "Wow. Never knocked myself out with my skills." His slight frown quirked into a smirk and he waggled his eyes at Oryan, who was unimpressed.

"Yeah, yeah... that was pretty... something." A blush adorned Oryan's face as his bashfulness returned. "Ah jeez, I'm covered in stuff. We need to wash off!"

"We may need to wait for that," Xavier said, smirk fading to a concentrated glare, looking off to the side.

"What?" Oryan asked, distracted in his musings for cleanliness.

"Your Safeguard broke," Xavier explained, trying not to focus on Oryan and his mess. "And we've been out for who knows how long. Long enough I suppose, I can feel a trio of pokémon coming, and they only have anger and hunger on their minds."

"What do we do?" Oryan squeaked, scampering to Xavier's side.

"We wait."

The snapping of twigs and rustle of leaves sounded to the pair like a trio of loudred screaming their heads off. Xavier tensed somehow even harder than Oryan and the grumpig felt a bead of nervousness settle in his gut. "Xavier's nervous?" He thought, before screaming internally. "They're going to make bacon out of me!"

Mindless to Oryan's inner panic, Xavier got ready and released the innermost aspect of himself.

"Run," Xavier whispered, his voice reaching only Oryan's ears.

The grumpig barely had time to register that the banette had said anything to begin with, before Xavier had burst into a crackling, purplish smog. With only the barest outline of Xavier still visible, it turned to Oryan and spoke in a distorted, crackling roar. "Run!"

Oryan ran.

The absol and two houndoom, however, did not have time to run.

Oryan's breath came quick as he ran through the undergrowth, branches slapping him in the face and vines nearly tripping him every ten steps. All he could think of was Xavier and the form he must have taken to even the odds, being three Dark types against one Ghost pokémon.

The thick plant-life cleared and Oryan paused in an empty patch to catch his breath. Once he had breathed enough to think again, he looked around; there was a trail leading backwards, and one leading forwards.

"I'm back on the trail!" Oryan thought and felt a great relief. Once he breathed easier, he remembered Xavier was well and truly not on the trail and panicked all over again.

"Okay, okay," Oryan spoke out loud, if just to hear a familiar voice. "Think. You have no items. You have no allies. You have a very severe type disadvantage. You have no idea where in a dangerous dungeon you are. You do not know where your allies are. You do not even know where the last mon you know is, after running away. Okay... why am I trying to NOT panic again?"

He spent a cathartic moment hyperventilating, pacing a hole in the ground, trying not to scream out loud and internally screaming. It was all things that reminded him of times before he met Xavier, and calming in a warped sense.

Burying his face into his paws, Oryan tried to find the rock of stability to anchor himself to in the miasma of madness. There. That was it. "Alex," Oryan whispered, pulling his head up. "And Roger too, I guess. I have to find them."

Oryan was not stupid, he knew that if he came running back after Xavier had told him to run he'd be useless at best and a distraction for Xavier at worst. Ergo, he needed to think tactically. And right now, finding his allies was the best bet.

He spent a moment thinking of a way to mark this spot so he'd no where to enter to find Xavier, but noticed the hole he had dug when pacing and decided it was good enough.

Finding Alex and Roger was easier than Oryan had feared, yet still in highly unfavorable circumstances. He simply followed the sounds of fiery battle.

The three houndoom had cornered Alex and Roger in a dead end, an area so thick with trees even trying to burn their way through was useless.

Due to the houndoom's Flash Fire, Roger could scarcely do much of anything, relying only on Scratch when they charged him. Alex was doing most of the work, his Fighting type attacks capable of inflicting massive damage. The houndoom had judged him as the greater threat, however, and were battering the lucario with Fire type moves, giving him everything he dealt to them threefold.

"Look away!" Oryan yelled, charging behind the houndoom, gem beginning to brighten. Roger and Alex covered their faces immediately as the houndoom looked back in confusion. Oryan gave a powerful flash and blinded the three. "Alex, NOW!"

Alex, who's vision was still a little spotty from earlier, brought a brutal Bone Rush attack down on all three houndoom, knocking the staggering canines out.

"Oryan, you're alright!" Alex cheered, rushing past the down enemies.

"You saved us," Roger said. "Again. Thanks."

"No time to talk!" Oryan panted, energy still rushing through his veins. "Xavier. In trouble. We have to help." He ran off, leaving the two in the dust before they began to move. "QUICK!"

The two, being tired and injured, had some difficulty in keeping pace with a hyperactive Oryan but they managed and Oryan found the area he marked. They paused, catching their breath, and Roger spoke. "Where did you say Xavier was?"

Oryan gasped for breath. "In... hhh... there." He pointed, right off the track and back into the terrifying wilds.

"You can't be serious." Roger deadpanned, glancing to the Treasure Bag. "We've got an Escape Orb."

"Which we'll use once we save Xavier." Oryan's tone gave no room for argument. "Alright?"

"...Fine."

They set off, Oryan leading the way again, not that he had too. The sounds of battle were clear as the mist that surrounded them.

"Ready?" Oryan asked, tensing as they all approached some unpleasantly gruesome sounds.

"No," Alex replied. "But yes."

"One," Roger began.

"Two," Alex continued.

"GO!" Oryan yelled and they burst onto the scene of utter carnage.

Only a torn-to-ribbons banette and bleeding and roaring absol were left. There were no trace of the houndoom.

Xavier had withstood innumerable strikes of Dark energy to his form from the absol, slashing the threads that contained his essence and releasing more and more of his roiling power. The absol was worse off, having taken numerous strikes from Xavier's claws and slashes from hardened Ghost energy, part of its horn had been cut off but it was still fighting.

Alex and Roger leaped forward, sending a Flamethrower into the absol's side before Alex's Bone Rush slammed right into its temple. The absol skidded to the side and finally fell unconscious.

Xavier turned on them.

An unearthly howling sound was all the sound Xavier could make and he stepped forward, raising a shattered claw.

"Xavier!"

Only to freeze when Oryan ran forward, wrapping his arms around the banette. "I've got you, I've got you." Xavier shuddered and lowered his claws. "Escape Orb, NOW!"

They finally escaped the dungeon.

"This is for you," a heavily stitched Xavier said to Oryan, passing along some sort of band. "I found some sort of material in the Misty Woods, right near the start, thought I could make something neat for you out of it."

It had been three days since the excursion into the Misty Woods. Every team besides theirs had made it to the end, at the same time none of the other teams had faced anything even remotely close to what they had fought.

Arriving back with Xavier, nearly torn to ribbons, had been cause of considerable alarm. Old Oars was unflappable and was able to bring a cool head to get Xavier the help he needed, getting him stable by bringing him to Healer Sis and sending a few pokemon out to gather Liela, a leavanny to stitch the banette back up along with the materials she needed.

The outcome was a patchwork that Xavier was not the happiest with, he called himself a quilt when with Oryan, but it had saved his soul from detaching completely and disappearing. He was thankful for that at least.

Alex and Roger had hovered over them both for days, nothing quite like fighting for your life to bond over, they still promised to come around every day to check up on Xavier and make sure Oryan was eating.

Xavier had been left unable to move much, soul getting used to all the new threads that made up its container now, but he was able to at least move his mouth to talk. Once he regained use of his hands, he had Liela give him a few tips on how to turn material into useful things and had made a band for Oryan. The material was nice and stretchy and was pleasing even to Xavier's feel, a little tingly even.

He hoped Oryan would like it.

"For me?" Oryan asked, slowly reaching out to take the offered object. "You made this?" He asked, admiring the feel of the fabric.

"It was nothing," Xavier insisted, averting his eyes so he didn't have to see all the shame and disgust.

"Thank you, so much."

Xavier frowned, the words were good but the sound was tearful. Looking over, Oryan was tearing up. "Oh no!" Xavier gasped, trying to reach out and snatch it back. "It was terrible, I'm so sorry."

He managed to hoist himself forward, only to slam mouth first into Oryan. The grumpig grabbed Xavier to hold him steady and gave him a deep kiss. "I love it," he said, wiping his eyes. "Nicest thing anyone has ever done for me."

"Really?" Xavier asked. "The nicest? Are you sure."

"Yes!" Oryan insisted, shielding the band from Xavier's hands. "Thank you so much. Now... where does this go?" Oryan tested the elasticity of the band and found it stretched an impressive distance. With a small smirk on his lips he bent his head and slipped it around his neck. "There," he said, proud as punch. "This is where it goes."

"It looks good," Xavier said, unbidden. "Really good." There was something about the band, now a collar, that he liked.

"Oh yeah?" Oryan grinned, before the grin deepened into something... more. "How much?"

Xavier's eyes widened slightly as Oryan toyed with the collar, tickling a paw along the rim. "How's this look?"

Xavier found that words were failing him. Oryan had flirted with him before, never quite so brazenly.

Falling onto his knees, Oryan crept closer. "You know, I don't think I've ever told you how sexy you are." A paw trailed along part of Xavier's body, the fabric that was still original. "How strong you are." His paw squeezed down on Xavier's arm for a moment before trailing south. "How you make me scream." All the while, Oryan's mouth was drifting closer to Xavier's. "I think I better change that now."

"I...?" Xavier managed before Oryan was upon him.

Oryan's paws were going everywhere, feeling everywhere, getting into everywhere. Even the new threads, Oryan's tender touch drifted over them and Xavier could feel it all.

Excited, he pressed back, deepening their kiss and roaming his own hands over Oryan. Feeling with new hands, new sensations on the new parts of his body, relearning Oryan, remembering Oryan, finding new in the things he still knew and finding things he knew in the new sensations.

Oryan made a low, rumbling, sound in the back of his throat before pushing Xavier down. "Relax," he whispered against Xavier's plush lips. "Let me show you how you make me feel."

Xavier was more than happy to let Oryan do whatever he wanted and leaned back, sighing in pleasure as Oryan's sinful mouth drifted downwards.

"Oh!" Xavier had thought Oryan was going down on him, but he further down than he had expected and the strong tongue of the grumpig was probing his nethermost instead. "Ah..."

Oryan giggled as he felt Xavier tighten up in surprise before relaxing with a moan. It was almost as enjoyable for Oryan, hearing the soft sounds Xavier made, sighs, moans, there was a short moment of laughing that he'd deny later.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Oryan tugged Xavier towards him and placed his paws on opposite sides of the banette's head. Grinning, he gave a chaste kiss to the banette's forehead and pressed his groin up against Xavier. "Ready?" he whispered, receiving an eager nod as his answer.

With one paw to steady himself, Oryan grabbed his member with the other paw and guided himself into Xavier. The banette gave a hiss of pain and pleasure as the grumpig pressed into him, not slowing down as he knew Xavier enjoyed the minor pain.

Oryan gave a pleased hum as he felt Xavier clench around him; flushed and grinning he slammed his hips forward and sheathed himself completely in the patchwork banette.

One of Xavier's hands came whipping out and slid down Oryan's back, while he hissed in pleasure. "Yes~" Xavier crooned, feeling Oryan rock in and out of him, tempo moving faster every few thrusts. "Yes."

"Ah, Xavier..." Oryan moaned, gripping down on the banette's sides to gain better leverage to pull the banette back against his cock.

One of Xavier's legs kept thumping into Oryan's chest and he released one hand on the banette's side to grab the leg and pull it out of the way, stretching Xavier a little further.

"Fu... f-fu," Oryan moaned as he pounded into Xavier, the banette's silky walls continued to clench down on him, small spikes of chill would hit his cock at irregular intervals, only inciting the horny grumpig further.

Xavier was in heaven. His cock was fully unsheathed and bobbing with each thrust, a bead of precum dropping with each slap and wetting both his and Oryan's chests. The grumpig found his eyes meeting Xavier's and he grinned, before opening his mouth and going down on Xavier's cock, thrusting into him while he began to suck the banette off.

The sounds Xavier made began to get embarrassingly high pitched at the double treatment, warm cock and warm mouth of Oryan all around him. He began thrusting up against Oryan's mouth and down against his cock, as best he could, it felt wrong to be completely still, and Oryan enjoyed it.

Humming a silly tune he took Xavier's smooth penis into his throat, muscles swallowing around the Ghost pokémon's member, squeezing and pulling at every little bit.

Xavier, after no action for several days, couldn't handle it anymore. Both hands clawed down on Oryan's head, pressing the grumpig down and down before holding him in place. A stream of curses, platitudes and sweet-nothings poured from Xavier's mouth as his seed spurted from his cock. Oryan groaned around the cock stuffing his throat, loving how Xavier shuddered against him and how much seed was shot right into his belly.

He pulled back enough to tease at Xavier's tip, tasting the flavour the ghost had, before popping his head completely off his cock.

"Oryan..." Xavier mumbled, trying to say a couple extra words but a tightness in his throat stopped him.

Oryan pulled out, cock still twitching, before the grumpig shuffled forward. Face even more flushed than it was before, Oryan grinned down at Xavier while the Ghost types cock was cradled along his pucker. "I'm not done with you yet," he breathed and Xavier swallowed.

Cock twitching and poking up against Xavier's zipper, Oryan grabbed the banette's still-sensitive member and pressed it up against his pucker. There was a moment of resistance and a hiss from both participants, Xavier from the sensation, Oryan from the experience of being speared apart, but those sounds were drowned out by dual moans.

Xavier made a high sound, not unlike a squeal Oryan had given during their first time together, as he tensed up. Oryan let out a hard breath as he eased down, Xavier shuddering as they went. Xavier only relaxed once he was fully sheathed in Oryan, the tight walls of the grumpig gripping every part of his sensitive member but enough was not happening that he was able to compose himself.

Then Oryan started moving.

"W-wai-AH!" Xavier gasped as Oryan began to bounce up and down, giving no quarter and no chance to retain composure. Xavier reared up and clasped his hands around Oryan, hugging him as he shouted out into Oryan's belly. "Fu-Fu-FU-AH!" It was like being kept in a continuous orgasm, without the recovery period and without actually cumming.

"Yeah!" Oryan yelled. "YEAH HARDER!" He began slamming himself down more rapidly, nearly upsetting a few stitches with how enthusiastic he was getting. Xavier could barely keep up, and his face was getting repeatably slapped by Oryan's member.

"G-d-damn," Xavier hissed as his cock throbbed hard again, the pleasure that was already maddening peaked again and he nearly screamed. Oryan allowed no such hindering of his voice and did scream as he hit peak as well, cock streaming white all over Xavier's face while the banette's cock spurted its cool seed into him.

"Ah hah..." Oryan moaned, calming down and shooting a grin down at the panting Xavier. "Good?"

"Asah..." Xavier said. "Amazing." He corrected.

"Good, cause we're not done yet!"

Xavier's eyes widened as Oryan's grin grew wider, he couldn't believe that Oryan still wanted to go. This was bizarre, this was... unusual.

His eyes fell slightly down, to the collar Oryan wore. "Okay," Xavier said, trying to keep himself to just collapsing. "But I think we should take that collar off, don't want it to get dirty already do we?"

Before Oryan could protest, Xavier slipped a clawed finger under the collar and pulled it off Oryan.

The effect was immediate.

"Oh, ooh." Oryan slumped forward, to Xavier's considerable alarm. "Oh wow, that's a weird feeling."

"Crap, are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine, hit with the tired now though."

Xavier wrapped his arms around Oryan and rolled them over to their sides, the grumpig sighing softly as he became face to face with Xavier.

"Sorry," Xavier said, feeling more ashamed than ever before. "It was this collar, it... did things to you. Do you remember what just happened?"

"Xavier..."

"I did not have any idea it'd do that too you, I'm so sorry, I understand if you want to hit me."

"Xavier."

"I mean, you just changed, got all flirty and super horny, and what was this? This was basically-"

"Xavier!" Oryan cut him off, admonishment freezing the banette completely.

Oryan was smiling though.

"I was in full control of myself just then," he explained, to the stunned and somewhat disbelieving banette. "I did notice that I got a bit... well a lot 'horny' after putting it on, but that was all me. I thought you liked that kind of thing, you seemed too. But what was wrong?"

"Wrong?" Xavier repeated. "Wrong? You weren't acting like yourself is all, I was concerned. I love you the way you are, you don't need to change to please me."

Oryan was completely silent.

"Oryan?" Xavier asked, fearing that Oryan decided that the collar had controlled him. "Oryaooph!"

Oryan had pressed forward, pressing a kiss onto Xavier's mouth. A hand had come down and began playing with both of their members, despite the collar being removed he still felt a little aroused and Xavier did too.

They said no words, speaking was somewhat difficult with their mouths occupied, instead Oryan just pressed both of their members together and squeezed, rubbed and thrusted them together, bringing themselves to a new kind of high. Neither was buried in the other, everything was found just in the touch of the other, and as Xavier moaned and Oryan whimpered they found that it was just as good.

"I love you too," Oryan said, later, after they had caught their breaths, now being stickier than ever. "You were, you are, everything I ever wanted."

"Oh is that?" Xavier began, realising what he had said not long ago, before cracking a smile. "Good to know. Although I said it first, so I think I deserve something special." The banette's grin threatened to smile itself right off his face, and a beaming joy was bursting forward in his chest.

"I think I can think of a few things." Oryan grinned back, realising that things had never felt so the same. It was not any news to him that he loved Xavier, only except he wondered why he had never realised it before. Now that he had said it, he realised it was so obvious.

"You're cute," Xavier whispered, giving Oryan a full body hug.

"You're cuter," Oryan whispered back, wrapping his own arms around Xavier and hugging him right back.

Xavier never believed he'd be able to feel something like love. Oryan never thought he'd find someone who would love him.

Such things were in the past now, and they only had the future to look forward too.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Well. That was adorable. To me at least. I had those final words planned for a while now, I thought it was the perfect way to end this.

Haha! Chekhov's Gun, if you know your tropes, you didn't expect the smell-guard from the exhibition lemon in the previous chapter to actually mean anything more than a handy way for them to get away with it. Well I planned ahead for this dungeon trip!

So I'm going to take a break now that this is finished. This chapter is over 12,000 words. If you combined the previous chapter and this one there is over 21,000 words and I'm tired. I may have gotten a little carried away. But I'll be back! The next story I'm thinking of writing involves a demonic houndoom!