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A simple log cabin in the woods. To most it would sound like an idyllic retreat, an escape from the taxing events of everyday life. To Derek, it was much more than that; it was home, where he grew up, where he had spent most of his life. So the sight of it once more after two years away stirred more than feelings of peace, it bade him welcome and joy well beyond the prospect of a vacation.

He tapped the Poké Ball at his belt, wishing he could let the contained Pokémon see it for himself right now. But he decided against it; his Druddigon, Surtur, was still resting from a fierce battle the day before, and he didn't want to do anything to prolong that recovery. After all, they had several days at the cabin, and he was hoping that Surtur would at least be able to enjoy the majority of it.

Proceeding alone, then, he walked his way up to the door. The windows betrayed activity inside, not that Derek was expecting it to be empty, but he wondered just who was in there already. His father, certainly, and possibly his brother. Could there be anyone else? Perhaps his father finally found someone else; it had been a long time since their mother left them, he had to have had the opportunity now that both sons were on their own.

He rapped on the door, a habitual cadence that he almost always used and that he knew his father would recognize. After a few seconds, the door opened, and an older man looked out; taller than Derek, he had an air of grizzle and toughness that seemed counter to his less physical frame. "Hey, we have a policy about solicitors here. Every fifth solicitor who comes to my door, I send a bear after them. I got the fourth earlier today. So scram, and make sure you get off my lawn, too."

Derek grinned at the man. "Good to see you again, too, Dad. You're still sending Rude after door knockers? He must love that action every other month."

"Gotta get him his exercise somehow. Well, come on in, don't keep your old man waiting." Derek's father Colm receded from the door, allowing Derek access. As he entered, he spied the Ursaring standing off to the side, arms folded, looking quite bored. He clapped the bear on the shoulder, giving him a toothy smile. "At ease, Rude, you don't gotta play guard for us now."

The Ursaring's eyes flicked towards Derek, and he responded with nothing more than a low bearish growl. Derek paid it no mind; the bear was a gruff sort, not terribly unlike his father, but he was a softie on the inside. Rude was a longtime Pokémon of his father's, he'd been an Ursaring for longer than Derek had even been alive, and despite the typical temperament of his kind, Rude had proven to have lengthy patience for the pestering from him and his brother Stanley. He'd also been an able guardian, watching over them as they played and keeping them from getting into too much danger.

The cabin on the inside looked decidedly less rustic than the outside. After all, they were a bit more out in the wild, but his father was no hermit; it had all the typical modern conveniences, yet, somehow still retained a feeling of quaintness, almost purely on the virtue of its construction. Derek always had a feeling that was intentional; he could remember his father talking about his younger days and how he always wanted to live in a log cabin, and the one they were in now was largely built by him and him alone.

As he passed into the dining room and kitchen area, his eyes caught sight of another younger man sitting at the table, a less-than-pleasant expression on his face. He looked up at Derek and snorted. "Well, well, brother, finally decided to show your face around here, huh?"

"Stanley." Derek resisted the urge to respond to his brother's prodding. Stanley was a year younger than Derek, and when they'd been growing up they had gotten along rather well for brothers. But as each of them struck out on their own paths, Stanley had seemed to change; he'd been less eager to talk with Derek, and much shorter when they did, and it seemed like Derek couldn't do anything to fix the situation. He'd never really figured out why Stan had gotten so cold towards him, though he wondered if part of it might not have been jealousy; Derek had gotten fortunate enough to land a good job that had him traveling around a lot and keeping busy and occupied, while Stanley seemed never to last very long in any position and had a hard time finding something that suited him.

"Try to keep the fighting to a minimum, you two, I may not be that old but who knows how much more my heart can take." Colm's influence tended to keep them civil, at least; he still had a bit of the presence he used to, and both Derek and Stanley still viewed him much as their father. The two of them didn't argue, just nodded quietly and turned away from each other.

"I suppose that will have to do for now. Derek, your room is all set up for you, so drop your things off up there and get back down here for dinner. I didn't go through all this trouble of cooking for people for you not to enjoy the hell out of it."

Derek's smile returned; his dad's good-humored chastising was putting him back at ease, Stanley or no Stanley. "Gotcha, Dad."

---

The next day brought sunshine and warmth in spades, bordering on perfect vacation weather. It was the kind of day where Derek just wanted to head out into the woods for a walk. He could remember all the landmarks he'd found as a kid like he'd just walked them yesterday, the pond where they used to swim and some of the clearings with big rocks that they'd used to play games with other kids. Even better, this was the first time he could share it with Surtur, who was finally rested up and ready to go. The two walked together, visiting some familiar spots, Derek reminiscing about childhood activities, Surtur listening and trying not to be bored to death.

"You can see why it's so nice to be back here...fresh air, nice warm weather, a nice secluded forest, lots of time to ourselves...it's a lot nicer than most of the places we go, huh?"

"Yeah, nice, just like you said about eight times," Surtur growled back playfully.

"Ha ha, like you've got such a massive vocabulary yourself."

"Sure, not that big, but at least I'm not repetitive."

"You would be if you talked for an hour on end. Gotta get those words from somewhere, right?"

"Do I really gotta?"

Derek chuckled. "Okay, okay, maybe it's a little dry for conversation. You could've said something at any time, though, if you were getting that bored by it."

"Hmph, I didn't want to offend you...after all, I know you've said you've wanted to show me this place for a while. Besides, I had another good reason for putting up with it...it took us a lot farther away from the others."

"Oh, so you had that in mind as well? Naughty dragon."

Surtur flashed Derek a suggestive toothy grin. "Oh, don't act like you're surprised, we're alone out here, no one's going to come looking for us for hours...I have a sneaking suspicion I know why you were so eager to make this little trip home in the first place."

"Well, now, if you weren't suspicious I'd have to wonder what was wrong with you." Derek kicked off his sandals, then pulled his shirt up and tossed it away into the grass. "I did promise rest and relaxation, didn't I? And it seems to me you spent most of yesterday with the first, so we have to catch up on the second."

The Druddigon grinned even more broadly. "You spoil me, Derek. But that's why I love you. Now how 'bout you spoil me a little more and show me that body of yours?"

Derek chuckled a bit. "Well, who am I to keep a sexy dragon waiting?" He hooked his thumbs under the band of his shorts and boxers and pulled them down, tossing the garments away and then approaching Surtur in all his glory. The Druddigon was quick to pull him into an embrace, rubbing up against him with his rough skin and licking around his trainer's face. They way his mouth was rather precluded a proper kiss, but the warm tongue running around his face was more than enough for Derek, who loved the rough yet supple feel of the organ. He responded by rubbing along Surtur's sides and especially under his wings, where he knew the dragon was sensitive.

After a couple minutes, Surtur leaned forward and carried Derek gently to the ground, laying him on his back. He pulled his body up slightly, giving Derek a good view of his throbbing desire. The dragon was a few inches shorter than the human, but packing where it counted; it looked rather dangerous at first glance, having the same somewhat jagged look of the Druddigon's body and dotted with unnerving spikes, but Derek knew better - the spikes were only semi-rigid, not painful in the slightest, and the whole length seemed expertly engineered for maximum stimulation and pleasure. He raised and spread his legs, giving Surtur a goading and pleading look. "C'mon...don't keep a guy waiting..."

"Irony coming from you."

"Hey, that's how I learned it."

Surtur rumbled amusedly, but had no intention of keeping himself waiting any more than Derek. He took the proffered opportunity, grabbing hold of Derek's legs and aiming himself at the waiting hole. His first entry was slow, steady, easily spreading his partner but not pushing either of them too hard. They both let out a moan when their bodies met again, Derek loving the feel of those spikes and ridges inside him, Surtur lost in the tightness and warmth of the human body.

Slowly the dragon worked himself in and out of the tight hole, every movement bringing another shower of pleasure to Derek. He wrapped his arms around Surtur's, and clutched his legs against the dragon's sides, unfazed by the rough scales that made enemy Pokémon cringe. His own cock was hard and dripping as it bobbed up and down with the thrusts, spattering pre onto his stomach. The pair's moans sounded out over and over again, almost in time with each other, echoing softly through the woods.

Derek could hardly believe that he'd been missing out on this for so long. They'd only been in this kind of relationship a little under a year, but it had been almost three since Surtur had first confessed his love for him, a confession that had left him reeling. He hadn't returned the sentiments, at least not then, and he could tell that Surtur was not happy about that; there had been a strain on their relationship afterwards, and Derek had actually briefly considered parting ways with his longtime partner. But the tension soon eased itself, as Surtur came to terms with the state of affairs and Derek realized that it wasn't something his partner could control. Over time they were as good friends as ever, though the specter of Surtur's feelings was still there, just ignored most of the time.

But over that time, something changed for Derek. More and more he relied on Surtur for expressing his personal feelings, including opening up to the dragon about things he never felt comfortable talking about with anyone else. And he started to feel a warmth just from talking with Surtur and being around him, a sense of ease and contentment that he'd never felt before. As they continued to spend time like this, he felt closer and closer to the Surter, until one night as they sat together, he said those three words, without even thinking about it, without even truly realizing what he was saying. It had been a shock to both of them, but once Derek had a chance to catch up with himself, he realized it was the truth: however it had happened, he had fallen in love with Surtur. For Surtur, of course, there was only unbridled joy, as his own feelings had never diminished, and now that they were returned he was free to show his affection.

A somewhat harder entry from Surtur jarred Derek back into the moment. The Druddigon's movements were becoming a little erratic, and the quiet growls from his throat indicated that he was close. Derek was as well, feeling the arousal in him start to build from that tipping point. He held Surtur close as the dragon picked up just a bit, thrusting a little harder to push himself to his peak, doing a good job of going at those sensitive zones within Derek. Finally, with a low growl Surtur pushed in again and let loose, filling Derek with his thick dragon semen, gripping him hard and pushing against him to make the most out of it. This got Derek to cum as well, shuddering as he spurted all over himself and Surtur, his body stiffening with the pleasure he felt.

They stayed still for a minute, letting themselves come down from their respective heights, until Surtur pulled out and stepped back. Both were panting lightly, but the look they shared as they gathered themselves was anything but exhausted. Each of them was ready for act two, physically and mentally. It was a routine they had developed over the course of their being together: whenever possible, they would go at it twice, the first round a calmer, gentler pace, more a lovemaking session than anything, where they enjoyed the closeness and feel of their bodies as much as anything. And then there was the second time...

Derek got to his hands and knees, getting low and spreading his legs wide, giving a perfect view of his once-used hole. It was only moments before he felt a weight on him, Surtur locking his claws around his hands and using his own legs to force his further open. He felt the dragon's cockhead right at his opening, and heard only a brief warning growl before Surtur bucked forward, slamming himself in to the hilt in one thrust. He cried out in pleasure and partly in shock, never getting fully used to that, no matter how much it happened or how much he enjoyed it.

This was their second round: a pure, raw, brutal fucking. There was quite a different pleasure to be found here, the pleasure of being lost in pure sensation, of the sheer power and energy of a powerful screw, forces they both deeply desired. They always did this last; not only was it even a better experience after the contrast of the first type of pleasure, but it was easier on the entry to have Derek already taken once, and the proximity of their first orgasms ensured that it could go on much longer than if they went right at the word go. And neither of them wanted this one to end that quickly.

Surtur was relentless this time, pounding Derek several times harder and faster than their first round. He gripped the human's hands tighter and forced his legs even wider, reveling in the power he now had over Derek. He had hesitated to bring this side of him out at first, fearing that he might hurt Derek or at the very least frighten him - it was a type of sex that catered to his more primal side, the part of him that reveled in strength and control, so often suppressed as he largely obeyed Derek's will. But Derek had been willing, and he played his part well; it wasn't often that he let himself go and be overpowered like that, but with Surtur it was safe, and he enjoyed how it made him feel during their power fucking. When they had first talked about it Derek had been apprehensive, not sure if he could handle something like that, but once they'd tried it once he was impressed with how incredible it felt on him, and he was glad for both their sakes that it did.

They kept at it for several minutes, never flagging in the slightest; the exertion was causing Surtur to froth at the mouth a bit, and Derek's moans were so loud and long that he was getting a touch hoarse. He clenched and squirmed around that overpowering rod, about the only part of him that could move freely, feeling himself rapidly approaching the point of no return. Every now and then he'd call for Surtur to slow down at a moment like this, let them both ease off and them build up again to make it last, but this time he just wanted it to come all at once, and the Druddigon provided, his relentless humping a freight train of pleasure that had no brakes.

Derek cried out loud as he came, a surge of pleasure rushing through him as his seed fired out onto the ground, his body convulsing and tightening around Surtur's cock more forcefully than ever. This was the last straw, as Surtur slammed home once more and roared out as he plunged another load of his cum into his willing human, his body shaking with bestial energy as his orgasm shook him all the way to his core. This climax lasted a lot longer than their first, for both of them, and when it finally ebbed they were both extremely drained, but in a gloriously satisfying way.

Surtur soon slumped over onto his side, taking Derek with him, the two gently falling onto the ground, panting and staying close. "Well...hope no one's expecting us back any time soon..." Surtur purred, both arms around Derek's chest.

"Doubt it, Dad's busy doing stuff around the house and Stanley doesn't seem to want to be anywhere near me. We've got plenty of time to rest."

"Good...I don't wanna go anywhere for a while."

---

Derek had hoped to patch things up a bit with Stanley over dinner, but it got off to a rocky start almost right away when he asked if Surtur could join them at the table. Some of what Stanley had said about that had left Derek almost reeling, and it took everything he had not to start a bloody fight right then and there. Colm had overruled him, so Surtur had taken his place next to Derek, but the frostiness from Stanley was making the meal a rather subdued affair, and Derek didn't see how anything was going to get fixed up at that moment.

Towards the latter part of the meal, when most of the food had been consumed, some conversation did start, with Derek focusing on his father in order to ease into things. "Next year is the big five-oh, huh? We're gonna have to get you a special celebration for that, Dad."

"Balderdash. 50 isn't something to celebrate, it's something to rue. Can't pretend I'm a middle-ager anymore, I gotta start calling myself old so that I can tolerate it by the time I have to start calling myself elderly."

"50 isn't that old, Dad," Stanley replied. "And no one says 'balderdash' anymore. You're only as old as you sound."

"Well, maybe they should start again. That's a fine epithet if I do say so myself. A lot more dignified than just saying 'fuck' all the time."

"You've got a point there," Derek conceded.

"Besides, getting old means I gotta start slowing down. I don't get to have exciting lives like you kids do, my body's gonna start forcing me to wind down until I'm just puttering around a garden wondering what the hell the neighborhood kids did to my begonias."

Derek snickered. "You've got an odd vision of old age, dad. But really, it's not like we're celebrities or jet-setting around the world all the time, our lives aren't that exciting."

"I dunno, maybe you should tell Dad what you were doing out in the woods earlier today. That seemed pretty exciting to you." The venom in Stan's voice had Derek instantly on guard; if Stanley was talking about anything related to what actually happened...

"What, a guy can't go out for a walk on his time off?"

"Oh, you were doing a lot more than walking, I know that."

"Stan, really-" Colm started, but he was quickly interrupted.

"I saw you and that dragon fucking, Derek! I was watching you! I always thought you were messed up, but screwing a Pokémon, that's damn sick even for you!"

"What?! You...you were spying on me?!" Too late Derek realized that he had basically confessed with a response like that, but at this point it didn't seem like a denial would have done him much good anyway.

"This ain't about me, it's about you! You keep pretending you're all that, you're great at everything and can't do any wrong, but now I see that you're just a freaky pervert!"

"Hey!" Surtur growled angrily.

"You oughta be locked up for what you're doing! Wait'll I go and report you in for this, you'll be brought down like you belong, you little-"

"That's enough, Stanley!" Colm didn't quite yell, but his tone was loud enough and firm enough that it indeed brought Stan to a halt. A dead silence laid over the table for a few seconds, before Colm turned his eye towards Derek, who felt almost as though he was back in middle school about to be asked about his grades. "Derek...is what Stanley is saying true? You were having relations with Surtur in the forest earlier?"

Derek swallowed. "Y...yes, it's true."

There was the briefest flicker in the older man's eyes. "I see...and you've been doing this a while, I assume? Have you been...making this happen?"

"Wh-no, no way, Dad! I would never do something like that! Surtur was the one who came to me first, I...it was a long time before I felt the same way! We genuinely care for each other, and wouldn't do anything to hurt the other, I promise you!"

"He's right, he wasn't abusing his authority as a trainer, this was something we both enjoy," Surtur growled in affirmation, putting a foreclaw on Derek's shoulder.

After a few more seconds of silence, Colm closed his eyes and nodded. "I see...all right, then."

The simple answer had both Derek and Surtur silenced momentarily in surprise. Stanley, on the other hand... "All right, then?! You just heard him admit to something like that and you just say all right then?! What are you-"

"Enough, Stanley. If Derek's not using his position to force Surtur into it, then I see no reason to intrude in his business. After all, everyone needs someone to be close to, and if that's something they can enjoy together, I ain't got the right nor the reason to get in the way."

"But...but, Dad, this is wrong! Humans and Pokémon, they shouldn't...they're not meant to...I mean, you wouldn't do something like that!"

At this, Colm leaned forward, putting his elbows down on the table, and stared hard at Stanley, his eyes almost boring into his son. "You wanna lay money on that, boy?"

Stanley's mouth opened, then closed silently, as the weight of that statement bore down on his brain, only broken when a pair of large, brown-furred arms wrapped around Colm, and the big bear head leaned down to rub up against the side of his own head. Now it was Derek's turn to be stunned. "D-Dad...you and Rude?"

Colm nodded, reaching up to stroke Rude around the side of his face. "...After your mother left, I was in a bad state...hadn't felt so alone in a long time. I couldn't talk to you boys about it, you were having a hard enough time with it as it was, and I didn't really want to get the neighbors involved...Rude here, he's always been the one I could talk to, and he knows what it's like to be lonely, he's been lonely for a long time, I'm afraid. Me and Rude, we've known each other for longer than anyone else in our lives, and when you know someone for that long you get to know them real well. One night we got to talking, and...well, we figured out what we both needed, just someone to be with and someone whose presence we could take joy and comfort in. As close as we are, it was just natural to us."

"But...but...you and mom...and you aren't...you can't be..." Stanley sputtered out.

"It ain't about gay or straight, Stanley, get that into your head right now. It's about being with someone you care about, someone you can share yourself with, someone who you can just be with when you need to be with someone. Me and Rude, we sustain each other, mentally, emotionally, and yes, physically, and it doesn't matter what our usual thing is because it's the two of us and that's more important than anything."

Stanley sat mute, staring between Derek and Surtur and Colm and Rude, gaping at each pair like some kind of exhibit. Abruptly, he stood up from the table, and walked out of the room; the rest of them heard him slowly climb up the stairs and shut the door to his room hard. "He seems really put out..." Derek said quietly.

"Don't mind him, boy." Colm sat back in his chair, reclining a bit into Rude's embrace. "He doesn't understand yet...he's yet to find someone he's felt close to, he doesn't seem to get what that does to someone." He shook his head sadly. "I wish he'd gotten into being a trainer himself...maybe then he'd have someone close to him, someone that he cares about other than himself. Seems like he gets more distant from everyone every time I see him...I don't know what to say or do to fix that."

"Not sure there is anything you can do. Maybe he just has to find it out for himself."

"Maybe, but if he waits much longer it's gonna just get harder. And I ain't wanting to see him suffer for that. Or you, for that matter...his attitude towards you, I know it's because he ain't happy, and he blames you instead of trying to find it for himself. It's a sad thing, to turn against someone for that."

"I guess...I'm sorry, Dad, I didn't mean to bring any drama to this. I thought it'd be a nice quiet birthday for you-"

"Now you hush up, Derek, ain't no one ever been hurt by a little drama. Besides, I'm glad to hear you've found someone you can keep close to you. And don't feel like you have to sneak around or anything around here, this is still your home, you're both adults, and you're welcome to spend your time here however you wish."

"Thanks, Dad..." Derek stood up with his father and the two embraced, holding each other tight. Derek was infinitely grateful of his father's acceptance, and he felt like perhaps he'd made the old man proud, which sent a warm feeling of joy through him. As they parted, he gave Rude a wink, a silent sign to always treat Colm well, and the quiet whuff from the bear had him sure he got the message and was replying in a snide of course I will.

As he and Surtur climbed the stairs, they passed silently by Stanley's room and into Derek's. "I guess that went better than I thought it might...but I still don't like your brother," Surtur rumbled quietly once they were inside and the door was shut.

"I think the feeling is mutual...maybe he really is jealous." Derek sighed, shaking his head. "I hope he's not going to try anything stupid tomorrow. But I don't want to think about it now...I just want to sleep." He laid down on the bed, Surtur taking up his space behind him, wrapping Derek in his arms. "Hope you find this as comfortable as those hotels."

"Long as you're here, I can sleep anywhere." The dragon nuzzled into him, the rough skin feeling rather pleasant on Derek's face as the two laid there in the darkness, waiting for sleep to take them both away for a time.