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Fusionistics Chapter 3

By Kendo Kawabata

For Kaleem Macintyre

Drafted by Kendo Kawabata, Finalised by Kaleem Macintyre.

To say that James was irritated today would have been the understatement of the century. Having woken up today with an incestant headache, the blue haired cop found himself growling subconsciously as he stumbled into the local Starmie coffee shop that he usually frequented on his way to work. Ording a jet black cup of joe in hopes of alleviating the pressure pulsing inside of his skull, James’s crimson eyes winced as the bitter taste of the jet black brew hit his tongue. ‘They didn’t change the filter again,’ the blue haired cop thought irately. Grumbling, James threw the cup into the wastebin just outside the little coffee shop and then headed for his car.

Throwing open the door and then getting into the driver’s seat, he cursed as his body locked up on him suddenly.

‘I should have brought Chris,’ James thought as he tried to will his body into lowering the level of pain he currently found himself in. Sitting in the parking lot where he had settled his car for several minutes made the blue haired officer remember why it was that he hadn’t brought his partner with him.

The memory of the blue and gold jackal nearly fighting him to get to the little riolu pup that Peter had showed him the other day had put a very big strain on both the human and pokemon’s relationship. Chris, while normally obedient, if not somewhat headstrong and willful when he wanted to be, was absolutely livid as he stalked around his and James shared apartment. Growls and snarls filled the air making the officer wonder if he would actually have to try and physically subdue the other as the lucario punched at the various walls of their home to let out his frustration.

Trying to talk with the other had been out of the question, as every time James attempted to drum up conversation the fighting-steel would bark and snap at him, making the human instantly shut his trap. Of course, his partner’s sudden bout of righteous fury couldn’t stop James from having to go to work in order to keep the bills paid, but it did make for an interesting affair for the blue haired cop to have to forcibly place his partner into his pokeball to keep him from possibly doing something incredibly stupid while he was gone. There was no way he was going take the other into work with him. James was smart enough to know that Christopher would end up punching someone in the gut if they so much as made an off handed remark to him, something that had been happening more and more as of late ever since the chief of police had assigned him to the new task force dedicated towards learning about and tracking down the mysterious corrupted fusion stones that had been circling the streets as of late.

‘Maybe that’s the reason behind these migraines?’ James pondered as he took several deep breaths before starting his car and then driving down the road towards the Torren police department.

It had been several days ago when the chief had given him control over the task force in question. At first, James had been delighted. This was going to be his chance to try and reign in the disorder and corruption that was going on with both Team Fusion, the organization behind the original fusion stones, and the mysterious group that had been peddling off false fusion stones that had ended up with horrible mutations of improperly fused pokemon and humans. Of course, that fantasy quickly died a silent death and James realize just how incompetent some of the men and women in the TPD were.

He sighed as he pulled his car into the underground parking lot and then parked into his reserved place. Taking another deep breath, James resolved to get something from the vending machine once he stepped into the building before opening his door and then stepping out. Walking over to the nearby elevator the blue haired man jerked as his senses warned him of something being nearby that shouldn’t.

Flipping his head around, James found his lips fluttering over his teeth, which were slightly sharper than they should have been as he reached a hand down to the side of his waist. It was when he failed to feel Chris’s pokeball that the man realized how alone he was right then, his police baton was upstairs in his office where he had left it the other day. Clenching his fingers into a ball, James turned around, the light above the elevator shining down on him making him appear to almost glow as he glared at...nothing.

Crimson eyes flipped left and right as the man tried to catch sight of whatever it was that had set his senses ablaze. The sound of skittering feet made him bark out...at a small eevee running up to him.

Blinking, James found himself unconsciously kneeling down to stare at the small brown and white fennec. A cute little chirp made the blue haired cop smile.

“And what are you doing here, little guy?” he asked as he reached out to caress the other’s long ears. Another cute chirp followed with the normal type pokemon moving to stand beside his legs. “Um...it’s against regulations to let strays into the building.” James chuckled when dangerously wide brown eyes gazed up at him longingly before the eevee nodded and then turned to ran out of the parking deck. ‘The little one must belong to someone if he’s that well trained.’ the blue haired cop thought before dusting off his uniform and then placing his police hat on top of his head. ‘I don’t remember anyone from the department having an eevee, but I’ll ask around to see if someone captured the little one recently.’ James hummed as he turned and then pressed the call button.

The elevator stopped with a ding and the doors opened to reveal the layout of the fourth floor of the building. James was greeted by several nods, which he returned in kind, and not more than a few scoffs and roll of the eyes, to which he politely ignored. The fourth level of the precinct was usually reserved for the various special task forces and response units of the department, however half of the floor had now been taken up by the new task force dedicated to finding and containing the threat of the fusion stones and the perma-fused pokemorphs, thanks to the chief of the police who was, unlike many, actually taking the matter seriously. Though James wasn’t sure how to feel about being made the head of said force, especially considering that more than a few officers seemed to not to take the matter with any degree of seriousness. This made quite clear as he noticed that several of his supposed ‘team members’ hadn’t bothered to show up as of yet.

Ignoring this face as he headed into the office which he had been given, the blue haired man sighed as he noticed a mountain of paperwork which seemed to have bred itself into existence last night. Grumbling as he felt his head began to pound at the thought of having to tackle what was more than likely half-assed reports, James took a sip of the house coffee he had brought from the vending machine, hissing as he tasted the sharp bitter brew. Setting the cup of steaming joe onto his desk, James went over to the window nestled back behind his leather rolling chair and then pulled down the blinds. Normally he loved to let the light from the yawning dawn pour down onto himself, but this morning the familiar radiance seemed to be calling to his earlier migraine; he’d made a mental note to let the cleaning crew know to leave it this way before he left for the day.

With the darkness of the early morning comforting him, the blue haired police officer took off his hat, placing it on the corner of his monitor, settled himself into his seat, booted up his computer and the prepared to deal with the documents waiting for either his approval and signature or disapproval and introduction into the paper shredder.

Two hours later found James hissing, his lips curled back past his teeth as he both his anger and the migraine from earlier decide to assert themselves into his life.

After chasing after Team Fusion on his own for so long he had always thought that it would be so much easier to have an entire group of people to work with who could help him solve the riddle of the corrupted pokemon-human hybrids which seemed to be walking the streets more and more these days. And yet, a month into the case had only gotten small crumbs worth of information. It seemed that despite his ability to open warrants that would grant him raids without having to go through certain legal channels and the freedom to chase whatever leads he felt like chasing for any reason whatsoever, those Ison Corp who were behind the creation of the false fusion stones were always two steps ahead of them.

However, that was only half of the problem at hand.

The other half came from the fact that not only had his task force decided to do a half-assed job when it came to following leads and tracking down possible suspects, his ‘team’ proved to be incompetent when it came to simple things like filling out the paperwork they needed for the current case. Then there was the problem with his computer. After the first week James was almost sure that there had been a virus implanted onto his desktop as a number of important files which were in his police account had just upped and disappeared on him while being replaced with spam mail such as 'Don't scroll past without typing Amen' and 'This is Bill' and 'This kid has been ten for twenty years. Skin Care consultants hate him for this $2 trick'. Yet the computer crew in the basement hadn’t found anything, or so they claimed. Forwarding anything he thought would be crucial to the case into a personal e-mail account having been created for him by Mimi, James noticed that the nonsense he had encountered quickly ceased.

And then a thinly disguised death threat slipped into said e-mail account.

Mimi had been personally offended to find such a thing, especially considering that whoever had sent it had slipped passed her security barriers. The purple haired medical examiner had been on her own personal warpath to find out exactly who had been able to get around her computer programs.

That thought stopped the tears which were threatening to stream down his face as the migraine James felt began to pound at his skull harder and harder now.

Pulling away from his computer, the blue haired cop thought about the people of his department.

In James’s mind everyone should look at what was happening here with open objectivity and realize that some things were more important than their own personal agendas. After all, how could anyone hear about children being turned into...monsters having to fight for every next breath they took thanks to their bodies and the body of their pokemon fighting against one another and not feel a sense of righteous fury within their hearts.

James blamed himself for his naivety on this one.

The blue haired man was more than well aware that some of the people of the department were being paid off to look the other way when it came to certain leads, having learned the hard way that some of his fellow brothers and sisters in blue were susceptible to corruption. Hell, he himself was actually working with the leader of Team Fusion, though he countered that argument with the fact that it was only because, right now, there was a worse organization out there and that by helping out the TF it would allow him to use them to bring down this titan peddling the false fusion stones.

Yet James was sensible enough to know that this was only foolish semantics.

A knock on his door made him lift his head.

“Come in.”

A chuckle left the blue haired cop’s lips as he looked to the figure who just entered into his office.

“Can I help you, Matt?”

Dark brown eyes twinkled in the darkness as the tall, chocolate brown policeman stepped into the gloom that surrounded his fellow law defender.

“Yeah, I just came to see if you had anything for breakfast today, sir.” James pulled himself up to look at the small brown sack which Matt was carrying.

“Don’t call me sir. And yes, I managed to make some fried exeggcute and pignite bacon.”

“Did you actually managed to eat it or were you made to wear it after your wrestling match this morning?” crimson eyes narrowed at that.

“He’s getting better.” James said as Matt came over to place the bag of food down onto the slightly cleared desk.

Pushing the food forward, Matt continue with, “Do tell.”

James grumbled as he reached into the bag to pull out a little riolu shaped sugar cookie. The sight of the blue and black edible made James’s eyes lower a bit.

“He’s actually managed to calm down enough to meditate again.” the first day after seeing the mechanically infused riolu pup Christopher had been livid; the aura pokemon’s rage so great that the connection between the two of them while fused made it hard for James to separate his own indignity at the sight from his partners murderous fury. To say that fusing with his partner after that night had all but been impossible would have been an understatement, Chris was so infuriated after seeing the pup looking so fearful and desperate that he took off in an attempt to try and find out where the little pup was.

It had taken James three days to find his partner, finally finding the other at an abandoned building outside of town punching the walls of the place into powder as massive cylinders littered the ground around him like fallen soldiers. That had been the first lead which had given James and his task force something to go on, as the building had been registered to the Ison Corporation, but was currently ‘in disuse’ and should not have had anything within it. Of course, James could smell the tauros crap from a mile away and immediately set about looking into the manufacturer's of the cylinders.

Christopher had wanted more, though. He wanted blood to be paid for what had been done to the innocent little riolu, and if he were sure of nothing else, leaving the lucario to his own devices would have seen a body count on the local news, so it was with a heavy heart that James had forced his partner into his pokeball. To say that made a strain on their relationship would have been a bold faced lie. The anger and indignation that the lucario felt at his ‘master’s betrayal’ was so great that sometimes touching the spherical contain often left James reeling in mental and emotional pain.

Releasing the other had ended with Chris actually attacking him, something that took the blue haired man totally by surprise when it happened. His ribs still ached slightly from the punches he had endured as the fighting-steel type growled, snarled, and snapped at him, tears streaming down the aura pokemon’s masked face. It was only when the other had finally exhausted himself that Christopher ended up flopping down on top of him, his body and mind completely exhausted.

James found himself proud of himself for merely holding the other as the broken lucario shuddered and twitched during his blackout; the scar he had in the center of his chest from where his partner’s chest spike dug deep into his body felt more like a badge of honor whenever he washed himself than a reminder of some past abuse.

“Hooray, maybe he’ll end up pounding you into the bed again before the end of the year?” James quietly placed the riolu cookie aside before flipping his friend off.

“Did you come here to make sarcastic remarks, or did you actually want something?” James grabbed a misshapen cookie and then bit into it. The zing of the sugar hitting his taste buds made the blue haired man smile as he munched down on his brunch treat.

“I came to tell you that Mimi was looking into the hacking problem you had and that she’s found some ‘interesting’ things that she’s coming to tell you about later on.” Matt crossed his bulky arms as he spoke making James flip an eye towards his computer terminal.

“Ok. Thanks. Is there anything else I should know about?”

“Only that the department got a really big donation from Ison Corp just this morning.” the blue haired man snorted before grabbing another cookie.

“How much?”

“Two million.”

James chuckled. “We must be making somebody nervous is they’re trying to pay the department off after only a month into the case.”

“I heard that they plan to send out gift baskets to various people here for their ‘exemplary work in protecting the citizens of Torren.’”

“Oh we must really be close to stepping on some toes if that’s how they’re phrasing things.” James grumbled. “Could I ask you a favor?”

“As long as it’s not about my side job, sure.” Matt said seriously.

“Like you’d tell me about it even if I did ask, right?” A few seconds of silence found James continuing on. “Can you go to the hospital later on today and check on Kiki for me? I haven’t been by in a while, so I don’t want him to think that I’m ignoring him.” the pink haired nurse had been calling James off an on again every weekend, but their busy schedules kept the two from actually meeting up.

“Sure thing. Anything else?” Matt asked even as he turned to head out from the office.

“Yeah, could you tell your high school buddy that I’d appreciate him not sneaking into my apartment again?” Matt stopped from touching the doorknob at that. “I know he somehow slipped the lock to my window open and rummaged through my place, and I really don’t appreciate the ‘gift' left for me.” Just thinking about the ‘item’ in question made a scowl rise onto the blue haired officer’s face.

“I have nothing to say about that. Matt coughed before leaving the room.

James let out a guff of laughter before finishing the rest of his cookies.

Getting back to work was much easier though no less frustrating from that point on. At one point Jenny had come down to try and speak with him, the blue haired woman not pleased that he had been transferred from up underneath her thumb to the head of a special task force, however, she hid it well enough as she went over a couple of cases that had been left open after his transfer. James liked to think that he had handled himself well enough once his ex girlfriend left his office, though, if anything, he was sure that she was going to give him hell at some point later on, seeing as how her subtle flirting had ended with her normally cheery eyes twitching somewhat.

‘Too bad for her but I’m a bit owned now.’ he thought with a chuckle before remembering his partner, stuck at home without him.

Reaching over to grab the desk phone he had been provided with, James called the apartment and was not surprised when no one answered. Leaving a quick message, the blue haired cop smiled somewhat wistfully as he turned back to the information on his desk.

Looking at everything, it was clear enough to see that while Team Fusion was good at covering their tracks, so was the other group that was apparently framing them for everything that was going on. James was pretty sure that this other team or group was either Ison Corp itself or backing them with both funding and materials needed to create the false fusion stones. The problem was, there was no clear line separating the two, other than the small kernels of information which had been collected so far. Most of which would be thrown out of any court, considering that all of what he knew was circumstantial at best.

Grabbing a pencil, James went over the notes he had written down so far as he tried to make sense of the reports which those under him had slapped onto his desk. His lips curled involuntarily as he noted just how sloppy so many of the papers he went through were in both writing and detailing the leads which the task force were supposed to be following up over.

‘Alright, we know that Ison Corp had those guys we arrested a while back pulling transport duty for them. We also know that they have the equipment, funding, resources to do what their doing while keeping off of the department’s radar. The assasination attempt at the hospital of the previous malformed fused...did they hire a hitman or did they pay off someone on staff to do their dirty work?’ James knew that Kiki was hellbent on finding out exactly how it was that someone managed to get into his wing to kill the people under his care, but so far nothing had come of the pink haired nurse’s digging. ‘So does that mean that the hospital is keeping things hush-hush because they too are in on the whole thing or because someone is being blackmailed to look the other way?’ Big corporations often had their hands in other pockets, of this James had learned year one of being a police officer, however, there were always limits to how far human morality could be pushed before someone’s conscious broke them...unless fear was placed into the equation. ‘I’ll see if I can ask Kiki to poke around some of the hospital staff’s background to see who's been paying off debts or high rolling these days.’

Looking through more files James saw that those new cases who had been improperly fused seemed to be functioning much better than those earlier cases.

‘Does that mean that Ison is perfecting the stones?’ It had been a theory speculated that with enough time whoever was behind the false stones would be able to replicate the true fusion stones perfectly,, the statements of the previous fused and the newly made amalgamates seemed to be confirming this, however the death count was still rising.

‘I need to somehow find a way to talk with those people who we arrested way back when. I know that I can get more information out of them if I just got thirty minutes without that Ison lawyer breathing down my neck.’ Said lawyer was willing to go through five encyclopedias worth of legal bull just to give them reason why the task force couldn’t can't even ask them to confirm their names.

Thinking over that James made a mental note to go and talk with the department’s legal consultant to figure out how to break the two goons still under arrest.

Putting that thought into the back of his head, the blue haired cop went back to thinking over the fusion stone angle of things. ‘What is it that prevents true fused from suffering the same fate as the corrupted fused?’ James had tried to press Peter, the leader of Team Fusion, into answering this question but the umbreon loving government agent hadn’t been able to give him a clear answer. Mostly because he himself couldn’t create the stone. It was this mysterious ‘sister’ of his who was the propagator of the aqua-green stones, her innate ability almost metaphysical in nature, at least from the whispers she had heard from the others. James had never met the woman before. Peter almost fanatically trying to keep her away from him.

That thought made James stop.

Peter’s sister was the linchpin of everything, yet what was her goal in all of this? Sure, Peter said that the goal of Team Fusion was to bring humans and pokemon together, but was that what she wanted?

From what James could gather it seemed as though Peter was the one spearheading everything, the others of his main group nothing more than old friends and school buddies who wanted to help him out. And while an effective team compared to the others that had existed throughout the world in the years before, there was something missing from the picture here that made James’s teeth set on edge.

Or that might have something to do with the strange taste in his mouth.

Blinking, the blue haired man looked down and realized that he had just bitten through another of his pencils.

A tapping on his office door drew the man’s attention just as he flung the now useless pencil into the trash bin, where it clattered onto the pile of his entire pen collection and slowly growing pencil collection.

“Yes?” he called out in annoyance.

“Hey boss, you ok? We heard some shouting back here” one of the officers said. James slowly lifted his head till he could make out the dark skinned officer in the doorway, before he sighed and sat himself a little bit straight into his seat.

Brushing his hair from his eyes, the blue haired cop sighed, “I'm fine. Just broke a pencil.” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Nothing to worry about,” he said as he eyed the officer's badge. “Wayne.”

“Oh, well, that's good.” Wayne said with a nod as he looked somewhat relieved. “Anyway, you might want to come out and see this.” he said as he gave a gesture with his thumb outside his boss’s office.

“See what?” James asked even as he pulled himself from his seat.

“It was just delivered,” Wayne said as he gestured with his hand again, a broad smile on his handsome face. “You're gonna love it.” James cocked and eyebrow as he smoothed down his shirt a bit before stepping out of his office.

Wayne ended up leading him into the mass of cubicles and desk towards the large cork board display that had been set up in the middle of the office. The board was mostly bare save for a few pictures and a couple of sheets of 'links' that were posted.

The task force agents who had actually ended up coming into work that day were all gathered around the desk in front of the board, all looking rather eager to unwrap what was sitting on the desk.

As James got closer, he noticed it was an absolutely immense gift basket, the size of a large washing basket and filled to the brim with assorted high end snacks, chocolate, cheeses, crackers and even several bottles of wine. The whole thing was bundled tightly up in clear cellophane and tied off with several ribbons and bows.

James could blink in astonishment.

“Two guys just brought it in on a dolley.” Wayne said with a grin. “They said it was for us.”

“For us? You mean the task force, specifically?” James asked. If it was meant for the station, such a thing would normally be dropped off at the front desk and the Captain’s and higher ranking officers would get first dibs while everyone else would have to wait like vultures for their chance to pick over what was left.

It took a moment for the wheels to begin spinning in his mind, but once they did James couldn’t help but voice his thoughts.

“Don’t you guys think that it’s kinda strange that someone would be sending this up here to us, especially considering that we haven't done anything to deserve it yet.” he asked while crossing his arms, glare in his eyes.

“James, no-one cares about that,” said another officer. “Look at this thing! You know how much that bottle of champagne costs?” Perkins, a young green haired officer with dark blue eyes, commented while holding up a jet black bottle filled with a sloshing red liquid. “This is a whole month's paycheck in one bottle!” he said as he pointed.

“Look, it even has caviar. Milotic Caviar, you know how expensive that stuff is?” someone said as he poked around at the back of the basket. “Only ever had the Magikarp brand, and that shit tastes foul.”

“Hey, there was a card here.” Wayne said as he passed around an envelope. James didn’t need to know who bothered signing the thing to realize who had sent the gift basket. “You look at the card, we'll bust this open!” Wayne said, eagerness coloring his baritone voice. “Anyone got a pair of scissors?”

“No one is taking anything from this basket.” James said, his voice so cool that it made all head turn towards with, various looks coloring the features of the uniformed officers.

“Huh?! How come?!” Perkins asked, his youthful voice almost a whine as he slowly set the bottle of wine back down.

“Who here really thinks that someone would send our department something like this without there being an ulterior motive?”

“Geez, don't get your panties in a twist,” Perkins said with a snigger. Most of the others chose to wisely take a step back as they watched the blue haired man’s crimson eyes suddenly flash. “It's only a gift basket.”

James felt his lips curling again as he took the envelope that had been floating and then turned it over. The sight of a large bright blue double helix DNA strand with a large lowercase I in the middle coloured green made James snigger.

Opening the envelope, the blue haired cop was hardly surprised when he read over the simple message typed onto the card contained within.

“Good Luck with the new task force. Best Regards, Ison Corporation. The Future is Changing.” James read outloud. “Do I need to say what this is, or do those of us here without any pride in their job need it spelled out for them?” Veteran officers suddenly found themselves feeling two inches tall as crimson eyes lifted up to pierce them with a glower so hot that a fireblast would have been put to shame.

“Huh?” Perkins chirped confused.

“This is a fucking bribe.” James hissed, quiet fury rising from his pores as he moved to stand in front of the basket. Slapping the card down on the table hard enough that the wood groaned, the blue haired cop continued with, “We are not accepting it.” he said firmly.

“Geeze boss,” one of the other officers, a somewhat chubby man with a bright red ruddy face and an unkempt beard on his chin, named was Darren, said. “Don’t get so bent out of shape. I’m sure that if it got cleared by Jenny and everyone else upstairs then it’s ok.” Silence rang throughout the room as James turned to give the man a look.

It took James several seconds of breathing before he felt himself in control enough to speak, though when he did…

“If you actually think that then I think you should get your things and head back downstairs since you obviously don’t have enough brains to be anything resembling a detective.”

Darren could only blink at those words, his mind somewhat in shock as he tried to process their meaning. Once he did, the chubby man opened his mouth to make a snide rebuttal, however, before he could do so James let out a bark so loud that fixtures within the room jumped off of their desks in fear. Instinct made Darren pull the brakes off of his feet and in a flash the other was gone.

Once the other was gone the blue haired man turned to look at everyone else within the room.

“While I know that some of you have your own thoughts and opinions on me and this case, let me remind everyone here that we are supposed to be an investigation team. This taskforce was created for the purpose of investigating the Ison Corp, and possibly finding evidence linking them to the amalgamates that are cropping up all over this region. If any of you don’t think you can handle this job, or just don’t want to be here, get your things, and follow Officer Darren.”

“W-Woah, calm down boss,” Wayne attempted to interject.

“Oh, I am calm, believe me on that, but as you just said, I am your BOSS! That means it’s my job to keep the lot of you on task, and to admonish and correct you if I feel that you are failing to do the job which you are being paid for.” James began, the icy needles within his voice pinning the younger man in place. “Speaking on that, did you ever investigate that security company I asked you to look into three days ago, because I haven’t gotten any paperwork on that.”

“I....” Wayne began but quickly stopped when judging crimson eyes lasered into him.

“And that’s what I thought.” Moving over to the gift basket James smirked before shaking his head. “Someone knows that we investigating them, which should tell those of us who have been here long enough that this is going to get worse.”

“What do you mean worse?” Perkins questioned.

“Except for phone calls to come in the middle of night from people you’ve never met before asking you personal questions, for your debts to suddenly become scrutinized to the point where collectors show up on your door personally, for friends and family members to be sent letters with thinly disguised threats, to perhaps even having your lives openly threatened.”

“You’re joking right?” one of the younger detectives asked.

“I’m not.” James said deadpanned. “We’re poking around the happenings of a corporation that’s got enough money to throw around to spend...roughly two hundred thousand poke like it was nothing. Do you really think it would be anything to bring misery to anyone’s life who they think might be trying to inconvenience them?”

Murmurs flipped between various lips as everyone slowly realized what it was that they had gotten themselves into.

“Boss, calm down, ok?” said Perkins as he held his hand up. “There's no reason to get mad here. It's just a gift basket, Ison hasn't done anything we can pin on them, so maybe they’re innocent.”

If he thought that, that statement was supposed to have calmed down James, he was sorely mistaken as silent horror painted itself onto the blue haired man’s features.

James quietly turned and then marched into his office. Grabbing a manilla folder stacked to the brim with papers, the blue haired man and marched himself back over, grabbing a mug of pencils off Perkin’s desk.

Nobody said a word when James returned, threw open the folder, grabbed the first black and white photograph on top of the stack, moved over to the cork board, and then jammed the picture and pencil into it. Everyone wince when the pencil was slammed into the cork so hard it actually poked through to the other side.

The officers all looked on in disbelief as James literally hammered one photograph after another into the board until the board was completely covered in them from top to bottom.

“You see these people?” James said as he turned to face the officers crimson eyes glowing dully within the light shining down from the ceiling. “LOOK AT THEM!!” He shouted.

The officers knew what the pictures were off, as they had all voted unanimously to have them taken down because they were disturbing to look at. They were all pictures of the victims in the quarantine zone, the permanently fused people and their pokemon lying on hospital beds with nothing but pain and white cloth covering their features.

“You see these people? These victims? They've have their lives ruined. There is no cure for this. These people cannot change back. And you people, are supposed to be helping me catch the fuckers who HAVE DONE THIS TO THEM” He shouted, small wisps of hair growing onto the back of his hands as rage filled him like an overflowing stream.

“But Ison…” Perkins began.

“Shut. Up.” James hissed low enough that his words seemed almost whispered. “You have done nearly FUCK ALL this last month, sitting around on your asses, using every excuse you can find to not do your job. Well, you see these people?” James pointed to a little boy halfway fused to a rapidash, one hoof clinging desperately to a stuffed sandslash doll. “They're suffering. They are suffering because you are REFUSING to do your jobs.” James sobbed, his teeth set on edge as he tried to gather as much of his mental strength as he could to keep from physically lashing out.

“Get this out of here. I don’t care where it goes or who gets what, I want this gone.” Two officers quickly set about removing the gift basket. “One that things gone, Perkins, I want that paperwork on my desk by the end of the day. Do you understand me?” the younger man nodded rapidly, fear clearly shining within his eyes. “Good. As for the rest of you, you have something to be doing. Get it done, and if you don’t think you can, put a transfer on my desk.”

One by one the others began to find their way back to their desks, a new sense of determination filling them as their mind burned with the memory of their commander’s righteous fury.

Once inside of his office James felt his knees buckle. Falling onto the floor, his hands steadying him, the blue haired man let out dry heaves as he tried to purge the anger rising within his soul like a curse, his crimson eyes glowing with the same intensity of a pyre fire as long wisps of his hair became tangled across his neck.

*****

It was almost an hour later when James found the strength to return to his desk to continue his own work. The sounds of the people outside his closed door actually working soothing his frayed nerves, though the quiet rage simmering beneath his skin still pulsed threateningly. Taking his monitor off from sleep mode, the blue haired officer began to look through his e-mails, noting with some joy that several of those underneath him had replied to earlier inquiries he had asked them to check into. There was one e-mail from Jenny asking him about Officer Darren which was quickly answered with a short but meticulous reply before being sent and then forgotten.

It was several hours later after rereading the same line of text that he had been mulling over that James realized that he was through for the day. Turning off his desktop monitor, the blue haired man sat back into his chair with a sigh before reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

A sudden flash of emotion rocked hard enough to make James fall bodily onto the ground.

Panting as white hot pain tore through his mind, the blue haired cop curled into a ball, his teeth clenching tight.

How long James remained on the ground was something man didn’t know, but when the pressure pounding against his skull finally abated he picked himself up from the ground, tears streaming from his eyes. His phone rang a few seconds later.

“Hello?” James responded into the receiver, his voice tight but level. A short series of barks made the blue haired man pull the phone away from his ear, crimson eyes wincing slightly. “Hello Christopher,” the lucario barked into the his end of the phone line before going silent. “If you’re calling to ask if I’ve found anything more out than I’m sorry to say that I haven’t.” the sounds of a fist hitting the wall met James’s ear, making the man sigh. “I know you want me to hurry up and find him but there’s only so much I can do with the leads I have at current.” the fighting-steel type all but howled into the phone at that comment. “I’ll be home soon enough, so do me a favor meditate until I get there.” James said almost pleadingly. When his partner growled out a snarl James fought not to do the same, knowing full well that if he pressed the other Chris would go out to try and find the missing riolu pup, tearing apart this city in his mad search until he found the other.

Hanging up his end of the line once the lucario had gotten out the last of his ire for today, James bowed his head as he thought over the cyberized riolu which his partner was currently going slightly insane over.

Personally, he hadn't felt right since he had seen that poor riolu struggling in the tank that Team Fusion had kept the other within. Maybe it was because he and Chris had been sharing mind so much as of late, but the need to find and protect the the poor little thing had kept both James and Chris up many a nights as they tried to fight out just where the other could be. Of course asking Peter or any of his closest followers proved to be a waste of time, the green haired man was adamant about being tightlipped over the whereabouts of the other, even in the face of Christopher’s near murderous anger.

That the man was able to actually subdue the lucario after the four foot tall blue and gold jackal tried to assault the other, pulling an acrobatic move to confuse the other’s senses before locking the fighting-steel type’s muscular arms behind his back with a pair of maximum security handcuffs, was something that would stick out in James’s mind for years to come. James had wanted to say something, seeing his partner being in such trouble has sparked all of his protective instincts, however, what happened next served to both confuse and then intrigue the man.

Shaking his head to recollect his thoughts, the blue haired officer recalled the sight of the little riolu floating in a large tube of chemicals over a video call on his phone, the creature’s pained expression and silent screams of agony was enough for his and Christopher’s shared aura to skyrocket in outrage that it had effected a number of electrical disturbances nearby.

Perhaps it was because he had fused with his lucario in the first place that he felt such outrage to the condition of the riolu, but something in him wanted to make those monsters who had done such a thing pay with nothing short of all their blood.

Or perhaps it was the realisation that the situation happening within his city were much worse than he liked to think. Was the riolu a prototype, or a failed experiment? Were there other pokemon/machine hybrids out there being made right now, or was someone looking for the pup? Why would someone make a living creature go through such horror? Who had given the go ahead for the process and why had they tried to ship their creation in such an obvious manner as to so easily be caught?

The more he thought over the situation the more James realized that he and Peter would have to talk on equal terms soon, the time for secrecy was running the blue haired man’s patience to an end and if not sated...he shook his head at that.

It had been days since he had last seen Team Fusion’s leader, and these days Peter seemed to only contact him for one reason, and that was to usually tell or show him something vague about what was going on, while slyly manipulating James to connect the dots for himself and then feeding information off of the blue haired man to further his own goals...whatever they happened to be at the time. James had quickly gotten the hint that, while Peter was a government agent himself, the man had little to no trust in the people who he worked for. Though why Peter refused to work with him more personally was something the police officer had no idea of. It would have certainly made their investigation a breeze if they could pick each other’s minds, but the green haired umbreon trainer seemed determined to stay one step ahead of James.

And for some reason that thought made an indignant scowl rise onto James’s face.

A knock on his door made James jump.

"C-come in" he called out as he straightened his tie while attempting to fix his posture. The door opened up and in walked a purple haired woman with twin pigtails, thin rimmed glasses supporting a white lab coat around her petite frame.

"Mimi," James said when he looked over the head forensic investigator for the Torren police department, curiosity filling his mind as he tried to figure out just why she was in his office at such a late hour.

"I came to check on you.” Her voice was cool as she looked down at him, her emerald eyes shining almost sagely. “I heard that you got rid of the gift Ison Corp sent up here and fired one member of your team?" she began after shutting the door behind her.

“Even someone in your department should be able to smell a bribe when they see one, no offense.” James sighed while leaning back into his chair.

“None taken, but what about firing...um...Danny or whoever he was? It’s not like you to give up on someone without a fighting chance.” a smirk touched the edge of the older woman’s painted lips.

“First off, I didn’t fire anybody. He ran from here after I barked at him.” James said irately. “And second, did Matt send you up here?”

"No, the know-it-all has him running an errand at the moment.” James lifted an eyebrow to which Mimi merely cocked her head in reply. The blue haired man grumbled as two and two came together. Mimi smiled. “I hacked into the security cameras for fun and stumbled across you having a meeting with your department, though, I have to say, very nice touch with the nailing your point into everyone with that cork board trick." James flushed slightly at that.

"Anyway, I also came up here because I needed to talk to you about something," Mimi said as she placed a folder onto his desk.

"What about?" he asked as he took the manilla folder and sat back in his chair as Mimi took a chair and sat down across from him. He flipped through the first few pages worth of documentation, noting with some confusion as the words scrawled onto the papers seemed to flip flop between formal business to common street language, before he came across something that surprised him. It was a picture of the little riolu from before, although it was now outside the tank it had been trapped within. It was laying on what looked like a gurney with several probes attached to it. The creature looked either asleep, or, disturbingly, offline.

"Mimi...when did you....?" James asked as he looked up at her, his crimson eyes narrowed slightly.

“Earlier this week. I needed to go over some data before I was sure enough to bring those files to you, so don’t fuss.” Leave it to Mimi to shut down his rants before it could be born.

"Alright, how is the pup?" he asked, voice cool despite the hot rage bubbling underneath the skin.

"We connected the riolu up to a computer, DON’T ask how," she said as she held her hand up. "You will be much happier not knowing.” James snapped his trap shut before his questions could fire out from his mouth. “I was there with the group that did it. James, this goes beyond just fusing a pokemon with metal. This is playing Arceus...and their a doing a damn good job of it, I might add." she said, her green eyes hard.

"How so?

"This isn't a normal riolu anymore, it's a cyborg.” James cocked his head to the side, confusion evident on his face like red paint on a white dress. “Someone literally graphed metal into this poor creature’s body, " Mimi stated as she reached out to the manilla folder to remove a piece of paper from the stack within. Dropping the document in front of the blue haired cop’s face, Mimi watched as James’s crimson eyes narrowed, then widened, before turning up to her with a dangerous gleam sparkling within.

“Can...this be undone?” James subconsciously knew the answer but some part of him just wanted to hear the word he knew was coming.

“No, it can’t be.” Mimi whispered almost apologetically.

There were several seconds of silence as James reread the report Mimi placed in front of him, his body visibly shaking with every line he read.

"That's not even the scariest part," She began hesitantly. "after we hooked it up to the computer to run a thorough scan of the creature...we found that it’s brain...is mostly a hard drive now. A pre-programed hard drive. There are several programs already installed that haven't been activated, though."

"What was it programmed to do?" James asked, his voice a ghostly echo within the growing darkness of the officer.

"From what we've gathered, someone wanted the riolu to do everything from performing various martial arts moves to...” Mimi nervously bite her lower lip.

“It can’t get any worse, Mimi.”

“There’s a protocol loaded within the central database which gives someone with a certain voice recognition key the ability to command the cyborg to perform any action already loaded within the motherboard within the riolu’s brain. Let me also say that the creature in question has enough organic parts to make it functional in almost any way one would need it to be.”

James shook his head. He couldn’t and wouldn’t imagine what that meant right now.

“What’s the asshole planning to with the pup?” James inquired, his head held down, blue wisps of hair covering his face like a veil.

"At the moment, he’s not sure. I mean, obviously, we can’t have it wandering around on its own, but at the same time we don’t want to try and deconstruct the little thing to try and figure out what exactly makes it tick.”

“Give him to me.” James growled.

“And what are you planning to do with it?”

James lifted his head, his crimson eyes now radiating pure ruby light.

“What do you think?”

****************

Getting home several hours later, James found blinking in honest confusion as he found Peter smugly smiling at him, the green haired man nestled comfortably onto his couch with a cold beer in his hand and his umbreon partner curled casually within his lap.

“Christopher didn’t let you in here, so how did you get in my apartment?” James demanded as he removed his police belt and dropped it on the hat rack next to the door.

“I had a key made.” Peter smirked before reaching into his pocket to hold up the item in question.

“You know you’re giving me several reasons to arrest you, right?” James said as he dumped his hat on the rack.

“But if you did that, you’d have to explain certain uncomfortable things to certain annoying people, and really, with everything you have going on at work, do you really need that kind of stress on your back?”

“You could make my work a lot easier if you started treating me to the information you keep under your belt.” James offered while at the same time sweeping his head back and forth in search for his partner.

“Be nice and I’ll give you something else underneath my belt, officer.” James scowled as Peter smiled cheekily to the other man. “Oh, by the way, if you’re looking for your pet, he’s a little tied up at the moment.”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing you would disapprove of.”

“What makes you think you know me that well?” James lips pulled back from over his teeth as he stomped his way into his bedroom. The sight that greeted him made the blue haired man growl loud enough for the green haired man to hear him. “I think I hate you.” James said as he went to work unbinding his lucario, slipping the blindfold and ballgag from the aura pokemon’s face and muzzle while gently caressing the confused pokemon’s backside.

“If you have to think about it, then it means that you really don’t.” Peter snickered.

When Chris was free from the rope that had been tying him to his and James’s bed the lucario found himself quietly nuzzling into the blue haired human’s neck, his jet black nose snuffling the other happily if somewhat tiredly.

“Easy now,” James said as he helped the lucario up from the bed, the masked jackal seemed almost relieved to be able to move around again. “Are you alright?” Twitchy arms quickly wrapped around the lithe frame of the blue haired human, needy whimpers echoing from Chris’s muzzle as he answered his master.

“He’s fine.” James fought not to jump as he felt warm puffs of air blow across the nape of his neck. “Oh, by the way, I made dinner for the both of you, so come and eat.” Both James and Chris could only look at each other as they watched the other man disappear back from whence he just came, his movements so silent and stealthy that made the both of them wonder how he could do such a thing.

An hour later both James and Chris were just finishing washing the dishes, the meal that Peter made for them sitting comfortably within their bellies. The blue haired man found it hard not to notice how calm things were now between them, Christopher’s earlier fury having died down to a calm reverberance which pulsated just beneath the lucario’s skin as his long tail swept behind his back leisurely. Moving a crimson eye over to inspect the other, the police officer found his own gaze being captured by the aura pokemon’s. A moment of silence being shared between them before Chris’s eyes lowered, an almost embarrassed air radiating from the four foot tall jackal’s body as he shyly turned his gaze away.

“Mimi told me about your request.” Peter said from within the living room, a soft burble of conversation echoing from the flat screen TV in front of him.

“And?” James replied, his hands furiously rolling a hand towel within his grip before handing it over to his partner.

“We still have things to look into with the thing...”

“It’s not a thing!” growled the blue haired man.

“...so we’re going to need to dive into his motherboard of a brain to find out exactly what’s going on up there.” Peter continued as if not having heard the other human speak at all.

“You’d had a month with him. If you can’t figure out the why and how of the little one’s creation, then hand him over so that he can be given the care he needs.” James pulled himself over next to the green haired man, slightly disturbing the umbreon trying to take a mid evening snooze.

Chris moved to sit on the floor next to his master’s legs, the aura pokemon quickly fell into a meditative position as he did so.

“Care he needs? When did the Torren Police Department become a nursery? I’m mean, they’ve always been a zoo, but…”

“You think your organization is better at equipped at caring for a pup his age?”

“Hmm, yes. All things considered.” Peter smirked.

“Do tell.”

“First, we have a tight knit group of individuals that can provide round-the-clock care for the thing, second, unlike the police force, no one’s managed to hack into our system and send out death threats to any of our people.” Peter’s smile was quite empty as he stared pointedly at James. The blue haired man didn’t bat an eye. “For a third, you’re not home enough to provide the care a ‘pup’ like him needs, and your own partner hasn’t been in a good state of mind lately to do any child raising.” Chris hissed at the green haired human but a pointed look made the fighting-steel type pokemon blush and then turn away. “So, I think that it would be a better idea for it to stay with me.”

“He’s not an IT!!” James snarled, the flat of his teeth grinding together as a rumble stirred deep within the police officer’s chest. “I don’t care what someone had done to him, he’s still a pup who needs to be raised and trained like a normal riolu.”

“Why is that so important to you?” Peter asked as he looked up at the other man.

“It's important to me because that pup doesn’t deserve to be kept like some lab raticate while you poke and prod at him to get whatever information you think you need.” answered James angrily.

“It’s not a normal riolu anymore, James. It’s just a computer that looks like one.”

“Not to me he isn’t.” Chris decided to let out a bark at that moment.

Peter didn’t say anything for a few moments, the green haired man instead choosing to merely look at the taller blue haired cop sitting casually beside him. “What if I flat out tell you no?”

“I’ll arrest you.” Peter blinked, his umbreon waking up to stare at the other human, a low growl on the black and silver ringed fennec’s lips.

“You’d throw away everything we’ve worked for just for this?”

“It’s not like you tell me much, anyway.” James huffed. “All I get from you are sporadic phone calls in the middle of the night, to which I answer without question, but when I try and contact you, you find the perfect way to make yours unavailable.” Peter snorted at that. “See, that’s what I mean. You’re purposefully shutting down the conversation to hide something from me, and you can’t say that you aren’t.”

“I tell you what you need to know.” Peter moved in close to the other man, his umbreon partner quickly hopping of his lap to stand beside Chris. “And what you need to know is only what I tell you.”

“That’s not how this works!” James grunted as he used a shoulder to push the other man back, without much success, sadly. “We’re supposed to be comrades working towards the same goals, not the villainous boss and his henchman.”

“Oh? When did I become the villainous boss?” the green haired man asked huskily as he pressed his nose into James’s face.

“Last time I checked, having the title of ‘team’ in the name of a group wanted by the police makes you as such in this world.”

“Hmm, if that were true, wouldn’t an upstanding member of the law, such as yourself, be duty bound to place me in handcuffs?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Oh, but tempting you is fun.”

“Peter!!”

“Yes?”

“Get off of me!” James shouted as he found himself staring up into the face of the green haired vigilante.

“Hmm, what if I don’t want to?” Peter questioned before leaning his lips down to place a lick along the length of James’s sweat soaked neck.

“STOP!” James shouted. “You’re not going to get out of this by trying to seduce me again!” The blue haired man snarled, his eyes changing colour to a blood red color while his teeth and nails starting to grow into sharpened points.

Peter pulled back to gauge the blue haired man, a deep frown marring his features as he watched animal fear overtake the police officer.

“You think too hard.” Peter said, perhaps more to himself than to James.

“People are being hurt and it’s my responsibility to do something about it.”

“And that’s why I don’t tell you certain things, J.” Peter replied almost sadly. “You’re the kind of person who would put the weight of the world on his shoulders, but this world you’d try to protect...it’d kill you without a second of a thought and then keep moving like nothing was lost.

“I know that. I’m not naive enough to think that my sense of justice will be respected or appreciated, however, when I put myself on the path of being a cop I readily accepted the inevitability of being ki…” a furry black hand wrapped itself around his mouth before he could finish that sentence.

Crimson eyes turned to look at the owner of said hand, the dark orbs catching sight of an incensed lucario who was almost in tears.

“You’re a idiot, James.” the blue haired man moved his gaze back towards Peter. “But that may be why I’ve put so much trust into you.” The green haired man quivered as he thought over past memories kept chained within his heart. “After all, it takes an idiot to do those cool and impossible things that mature and responsible adults have given up on.”

“Peter, what do you…”

Peter slipped the leather collar around James' neck, the black material hugged the blue haired man’s throat tight enough to make James aware that he was now bound under the green haired man’s power.

“But that does not mean that I’m going to just let you do whatever you want!” Peter yelled, his own own blue orbs turning dark purple as his teeth sharpened the same as James’s own canines. “You decided to join my team of your own free will, but that doesn’t mean that we are equal under any such circumstance!” James tried to struggle against the other, Chris wanting to go over to help his master, but the lucario was headbutted to the side by the umbreon which had been watching everything silently. “YOU. BELONG. TO. ME!!! Do you understand me?!”

James gasped when he watched Peter’s face push outwards into a pseudo-muzzle, his ears rolling up the side of his head as his muscles pushed against the seams of the shirt and pants the other man was wearing.

“Do you understand me?” Peter growled, his echo rumbling loud enough to make the blue haired cop’s ribs quiver beneath his skin.

James struggled against the increasing weight of the other man, however, when the green haired man’s silver ringed umbreon hopped up onto the other’s neck James found himself blinded by a brilliant aqua-green light. Blinking to focus his blurry vision, the blue haired officer gasped as a jet black muzzle pressed deep into the side of his throat, ivory fangs pressing against the human’s pale flesh.

“I...I...” James gasped, a cloying heat burning within his chest as something in the depths of his soul cried out to submit himself to the other.

“Mine.” Peter grumbled, his transformation into his umbreon Fused form now complete, though at the cost of his clothing. “You’re mine. I’ve already lost one person that’s important to me, I won’t lose you, too. Even if it means I have to keep you chained to our bed like I did you pet.” Peter chuckled at that, though his mirth was short lived as a black fist hit his snout making him flip off of the couch.

The umbreon hybrid grunted as he pulled himself up from the floor right as he saw Chris start to melt into James’s panting body. Instead of trying to stop the merger between the two Peter instead watched in fascination as the blue haired man’s form swell with muscle and power as blue, gold, and black covered the other human until there lay a lucario Fused angrily glaring up at him.

Peter was only mildly prepared for James to tackle him, yet the full weight of the fighting-steel type bearing into face as the other tried to break his nose with anger soaked fists caught the umbreon Fused by surprise. James howled when his arm was bitten, the dark type pokemorph living up to his species reputation as Peter gnashed his fangs into the lucario hard enough to draw blood, the copper taste as sweet as hot wine on the silver ringed fennec’s tongue. A snap of his own fangs against Peter’s left shoulder made the dark type howl and release James’s his arm. Not to be outdone at his own trick however, Peter headbutted the other male in between the eyes. Yelping from the pain of stars bursting into being in front of his eyes, James shook his head before blinking and then barking at the other Fused. Peter returned the call with his own murderous yap, crimson dew drops dripping from the umbreon pokemon’s muzzle.

When Peter took a step forward to begin what would be an obvious charge James performed a dexterous backflip, the front of his foot smacking deadcenter into the umbreon’s head. Reeling backwards, the dark type gripped his head and then shot forward blindly, pain and rage overcoming any rationality.

The two pokemorphs ended up crashing onto the floor after Peter dove forward into James, their massive forms making a loud thump which actually shook the room. Wild punches met flesh hidden underneath fur as dark type and fighting-steel type expressed their frustration with everything that had happened to them as of late. The sounds of their fighting made the apartment complex shake several times, however, no one seemed to gain the energy to get up to see where the disturbance was coming from. This allowed the lucario and umbreon pokemorph to continue beating each other for nearly an hour before both ended up using a powerful non-elemental attacks to KO the other.

When the pair hit the now ruined carpet of James’s apartment both were panting but no longer snarling as they laid in their respective place, muzzles panting in complete exhaustion.

Ten minute later neither found had found the strength to get back up to reignite their petty fight. Instead, when it seemed like sleep would overcome them, Peter shakily stood up, the quarter moon outside James’s patio window shining on his form revealing patches of missing fur, and then went over to kneel next to the lucario fused. The bloodsoaked pokemorph glared up at the other but said nothing when two paws reached out for him.

Getting picked up by the umbreon Fused was not something James was prepared for, but when he was taken into the bathroom his crimson orbs blinked in confusion. Opening his muzzle to ask why, the fighting-steel type was silenced by a pair of jet black lips taking his mouth for their own benefit. Tongues swept together as animal instinct triggered through both men even as Peter reached out with his shadow to turn the knobs of the shower. Steamy water quickly filled the tub as the two males continued to lave their tongues across each other. James found himself unconsciously murring when Peter dumped the both of them into his tub, the dark type’s muscular arms holding him tight as the heat from the water soothed both their fatigued bodies.

“Feeling better now?” Peter questioned, his formerly smug tone quickly returned to his hoarse voice.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?” the lucario Fused blinked as he tipped his head back to look at his...friend? No. More like comrade…? No. Not really.

“I wasn’t the one who attacked first.”

“You bit me, you ass!”

“That was foreplay.”

“You need psychological help if you really think that.”

“Says the person who’s still wearing the collar I gave them.” Peter quipped even as his nimble fingers slipped the end through the buckle to tighten the leather.

“You didn’t ‘give’ me anything. You slapped this thing on me, or have you forgotten just that fast?!”

“The only thing I’ve been paying attention to is the fact that you haven’t taken it off yet.” James gaped and then immediately reached up to remove the leather from his neck. Touching the tauros made material ended with the fighting-steel type gasping when a paw reached down to stroke the line of his chest, the steaming water surrounding them seeming to instantly soak through the path Peter made.

James moaned when the fingers of the umbreon Fused found his flaccid sheath.

“I see you’re not that much of a masochist,” Peter began as he reached up to take the bar of soap that the other pokemorph kept on the holder on the bathroom. “That’s good. Now I don’t have to worry about things like happening with any frequency the next time you get upset.”

“What?” James said, his struggling body attempting to twist itself around so that the lucario could look pointedly at the other pokemorph, however the dark type held him steadfast as he slowly began to wash the aura pokemorph.

“Well, I knew you were upset and tried to think of a good way to help you let everything out, Mimi told me about the cork board at the department,” Peter interjected before James could snap at him. “Seriously, between you and Christopher, I don’t know which one of you has the worst temper.” Peter chuckled as he wrapped his legs around the other man.

“You do know that not that long ago you got in my proclaiming yourself to own me, right?” James was seriously concerned now that Peter had some sort of mental illness. Did the man really think he could pin the blame of what happened squarely on his shoulders as though he had no part in it.

“I do own you.” Peter declared offhandedly, his grip tightening on the other pokemorph when James began to growl warningly. “You’re my subordinate, which means that you are under my care and protection.” The umbreon Fused licked the tip of one of James’s ears, noting how the upturned appendage twitched as he blew softly into the hollowed shell.

“Cut that out!”

Peter merely snickered before continuing to wash the other male down.

James, for his part, didn’t know what else to say or think as he tried to make sense of what the hell just happened not that long ago, however, one thing he realized was that as jet black paws cleaned him off, Peter seemed to be going out of his way to make him feel better now as he massaged his back and shoulders, being especially careful of the wounds that had been inflicted into his blue and gold fur.

Getting out of the bath half an hour later, the pair dried each other off before Peter picked James up once more and then made his way for the lucario’s bedroom.

“Now, I want you to relax for me,” the umbreon Fused said to the lucario Fused as Peter placed the other man down onto the rumpled bed, his dark fingers quickly going onto the fighting-steel type’s shoulders, kneading the still somewhat tense muscles. “Just relax, forget about everything except the two of us.” the dark type whispered softly as he brought his muzzle close enough his and James’s noses touched.

“You know something, you’re really insane.” the pokemorph cop announced as he stared into shimmering violet eyes.

“I know, that’s why I work for the government.”

James let out a bark of laughter at that, his entire form relaxing as Peter’s lips split into an almost playful grin.

A lick against the underside of his throat brought husky gasps to the lucario Fused mouth. “Now relax and let me take all of your cares and concerns away, J.”

James nodded slowly, their noses rubbing a little.

“And tell the other one to let me have control here,” Peter ordered, his voice a deep growl as he saw Christopher trying to struggle for control within his bed partner’s ruby orbs.

“He’s still somewhat unhappy about being tied up.” James admitted honestly.

“It’s the best way to get people and pokemon like you to relax,” Peter replied.

“Do tell.” James asked dryly even as his companion kissed the length of his throat.

“Those who believe too hard in their own sense of justice often need to be reminded that nothing is really in their control, and that everything around them demands more of a subtle hand, rather than one steadfast and unrelenting.” Peter nodded as though confirming his own reasoning with every breath he took. “The best way I’ve found to help them understand this is by tying them down and leaving them to think for a while; case in point, you’re pet was ready to throttle me when I stepped through your door. It’s lucky for me that part of my training has been with various fighting types, so I was able to subdue him with minimal damage to the apartment.”

A curse from Christopher slipped through the shared link between James and the lucario, though the transformed officer did well to keep it from slipping free from his lips.

“I think he actually hates you.” James chuckles as Peter dug his snout into the hollow of the other man’s arms, wet sniffs echoing through the darkened room as the umbreon Fused drank into James’s clean yet musky scent.

“Give me a couple of days alone with him, I’ll change his attitude, promise.” Peter had the audacity to wink at the other pokemorph.

Christopher let out a flurry of yells, growls, and barks inside of James’s head at that.

“I think I’ll have to decline.” James chuckled.

“Aww, such a shame.”

James started to say something but before he could he found his wrists being forcefully pushed upwards to the headboard. The sound of metal clicking reverberated inside of the lucario’s pointed ears causing them to twitch wildly.

“Tell me those are not my handcuffs you just used.” Ruby eyes narrowed dangerously as James glared up at his companion.

“I don’t like to lie, so I’ll say nothing in this case.” Peter replied cheekily.

James struggled against the hold of the metal, surprised that his increased strength could snap the metal cuffs.

“How long have you been planning this?” the fighting-steel type pokemorph asked as he raised an eyebrow at the umbreon. Peter just smirked as he waggled a single black furred finger in front of James' muzzle.

“A villain should never reveal his secret, that’s how he loses in the end.”

“Ohh, so now you’re a villain?”

“I never said I wasn’t.”

“Hmm, ok. But assuming that you are playing the role of one, what does that make?”

“If this were any other situation, you would be the hero, however, but because it’s not, you’re the hapless submissive, here for me to unleash my wicked, wicked ways upon.” the dark type growled/purred as he moved down to nip at one of James’s unprotected nipples.

The lucario gasped, his body automatically arching upwards from the painfully arousing stimulation against his vulnerable nub.

“Wha…”

“No no no, now. I’ve let you talk enough. Now it is time for the submissive to just lie there and let his captor take charge, like a good puppy should.” James grunted when his other nipple was nipped, his body growing uncomfortably hot from the sensation.

“Y-you...I…”

“What did I just say?” Peter growled, a dark paw-like hand going down to squeeze one of the fighting-steel type’s testicles in a threatening manner. “Be quiet, or you’ll end up seeing the toys I didn’t end up using on your little pet, puppy. Peter warned with a not so comforting smirk on his face.

James went to open his mouth to protest, the cop in him unable to simply submit to being so easily subdued and...violated(?), but Chris quickly silenced him, the aura pokemon relaying visions of exactly and what Peter had ended up doing to put him in the situation he had been back before James arrived home.

“Good boy! You're learning.” Peter cheer with an almost sadistic grin as he leaned in to give James's neck below the collar the other still had on a slow, loving lick. “I know how sensitive Christopher was when I did this to him, however now that you both are one, it should be twice as sensitive, right?” James opened his mouth to speak but the feeling of a claw teasing the outer rim of his sheath, which was slowly birthing his red rocket shaped prick made the lucario Fused merely whimper and then nod desperately.

Peter let out an animal-like croon before he returned to licking his tongue over and across James's neck fur, making the other male whine softly. Making a path down from the aura pokemorph’s collarbone to his chin, the umbreon Fused noted every twitch James made as he carefully mapped small shaped across the other’s shoulder blades.

“Arceus, you taste so good. How have you been single all this time?” Peter asked right before he opened his muzzle and sank his fangs into the other man’s collarbone. James found himself howling out from the sudden surprise rush of pleasure and pain. “Doesn’t matter now,” the dark type said authoritatively. “You’re mine! Mine to keep, so long as I’m strong enough to keep you, and you better believe that I’ll do anything it takes to keep you, J.”

James arched his back, his sheath swelling rather proudly, as Peter bit him again, a feral need to claim and dominate overtaking much of Peter’s normally rational human mind. Thankfully, the dark type’s bites weren’t hard enough to break the skin, but James could feel those fangs sink into his flesh. Peter said nothing as kept his mouth flush on the lucario’s collarbone as he suddenly sucked hard, causing James to wriggle and moan in sweet rapture.

The mouth pulled itself off once the flesh had been bruised enough, small droplets of crimson dripping from the umbreon Fused’s fangs. A quick lick over his teeth found Peter smiling down at the fighting-steel type whose eyes were now heavy lidded, husky pants ghosting free from a lolling muzzle.

“Want me to keep going on your neck?” Peter asked as he pressed his nose up against James' and looked him in the eye as he asked him that question. Both James and Christopher answered with a vigorous nod.

“Mmmm, no. Maybe later” Peter said with a smirk, which caught James off guard.

James whined like a dog being denied a treat but was quickly silenced by Peter’s tongue delving into his muzzle. James hurriedly forgot about his protesting when his tongue met with the umbreon’s, the pair of canine-like pokemorph swapping the taste of each other for several minutes before the fighting-steel type began to feel a bit woozy.

“You get a B+ in kissing, need to work on showing you how to wrap your tongue around mine, no worries though, once this is all over with I’ll make sure to show you how, pup.” He didn't give James a chance to reply as he scooted backwards and then turned himself around, “For now though, I need to teach you about how to show respect to your superiors in the time honored tradition of canines everywhere.” James felt Chris nod when the dark type straddled his legs on either side of his chest.

James found himself staring at Peters tight round rump, the two bright silver rings on the umbreon Fused hips making some feral part of himself want to reach out and nom at the shining circles, even as the other’s long furry tail whacked him on top of the head every now and again.

“Aww, do you want my nice looking butt?” asked Peter as he turned around to look at the struggling lucario. The fighting-steel nodded, his long ears twitching back and forth like made as he watched the other man’s plump booty softly jiggle in front of his nose.

“I bet you want to try and mount me, don’t you?” James nodded like crazy. “I know the feeling. You probably want to break out of those cuffs, tackle me onto the bed, drive your hot canine dick into my ass and then start drilling me like an oil pump, right?” The lucario was literally drooling from the metal visual dancing in between both Christopher and James’s mind. “I can tell.” Peter chuckled as he watched his partner’s thick and heavy manhood throb heavily in front of his muzzle. A slow ghosting of breath across the other man’s half hard cock brought a impolite hiss from the lucario, a small spurt of pre jumped up to hit Peter in the face for his troubles.

“Mmm, nummy. You taste pretty good, but how do I taste?” a shuffle of his hips soon found the lucario looking into the bright green mass that was the umbreon’s cock.

Like a dog curious over a new treat, James slapped his tongue against the oddly coloured flesh, his mind unsure as to what we was supposed to taste. However, when his palette caught the electric flavor of the dark type’s maleness James quickly found himself loving what had been placed onto his face. Quick as greased lightning the fighting-steel type shot his tongue out across both the underside and the head of Peter’s shaft, the dark type gasped and keened like a Persian in heat as he did so.

“Oh yeah, you’re a keeper!” Peter chuckled as he slowly reached down to run a finger over the throbbing length in front of his own muzzle. The whine James let out was soon followed by more enthusiastic licking on the fighting-steel type. The umbreon Fused snickered as he rolled his hips forward into the other pokemorph’s face, the sight of James’s cock twitching desperately an amusement to the dark type.

For his part, Peter would have been content to allow the lucario to do as he liked but his own partner growled inside of his mind making violet eyes roll. A few seconds later the umbreon Fused opened his jet black muzzle and then swallowed the tip of the aura pokemorph’s cock, a quick suck drawing out the pre that now seemed almost hesitant to shoot out.

The reaction to this was instantaneous. James howled around the dark type’s cock, his body arching and quivering at the same time as though the other had been zapped by a thunderbolt. Peter, being Peter, loved the feeling of his partner unabashedly rutting against him, even though he actions were mostly uncontrolled and uncoordinated. Lowering his head further down onto the red rocket held gently within his lips, the umbreon dove further down the fighting-steel type’s groin, his gag reflex having long since been trained to submit as everything else Peter had ever possessed control over.

James thought he saw white flash in front of his eyes as he desperately slammed his eyes shut. Inside of his head both he and Chris were almost bouncing off the walls as Peter slurped, suckled, and panting around their shaft. Both realized that in all of their time together they had never thought of trying something like this, the act of penetration a single minded need between them whenever they slept together, however now… When ruby eyes were almost completely dilated as they opened. Had Peter had the grace to turn to look behind him the dark type might have been a little concerned by the sheer feral need that shone within the other’s eyes. However, the umbreon Fused was too busy tickling the tips of his fingers against the musky hole centered within the cleft of James’s rump to bother with this, the dark type amused beyond all words as he felt the pucker futilely trying to pull at his digits.

Peter pulled up off of the other man’s mating tool a few seconds after he didn’t feel the lucario licking him anymore. “When did I say that you could stop?” A hard bark answered his question. “Now now, do I have to leave you alone till you go soft to teach you who's in control here?” Peter asked, completely unaware that James was staring at him with feral rage shining in his eyes, his attention too focused on poking at the other Fused anus. A slow trail of some kind of slick fluid seeping from the hole drawing his focus, despite his teasing remarks. James released a few whines when the umbreon’s slickened finger touched the tip of his cock, the ivory claw moving down the now fully hardened shaft to trace the veins that pulsed almost angrily along the length of the lucario’s monsterous dick.

James panted, frustration starting to set in as he tried to desperately break the handcuffs which were somehow holding him into place. Had he been of a more rational mind the cop in him would have realized that there was no way that he should have been able to be held down so easily and that Peter must have done or be doing something to negate his super strength. Sadly, the fighting-steel type was losing himself within the throes of animal passion. His and Christopher’s psyches were blurring to the point where it was hard for even them to distinguish who was who as they drifted within the darkness of their shared minds. What the pair did know, though, was that Peter was speaking again and when the dark type spoke it demanded their full attention.

“Guess I do need to leave for a while then, since you don’t seem to want to follow my guidance anymore.” he said as he lifted his leg up to get off the bed.

The masked jackal released an almost pathetic whine as shoved his muzzle up into the jet black pokemorph’s rump, a quick flick of tongue nearly dropping Peter onto the bed.

The umbreon unconsciously wiggled his backside, his muscular legs spreading themselves of their own accord while his tail flagged upwards as he gave the other canine an unobstructed view of his backside. James didn’t think as he continue to lick the other male’s taut rump. The taste of the dominant male’s clean earthy musk causing his gums to drool as he took a good long sniff of the other. James didn’t know it, but as he continued to lave his tongue along the fur of the umbreon’s backside his subconscious began to literally imprint the flavor and taste of the dark type onto his mind and heart. This man, whether either of them knew it or not, was forever going to be a part of the lucario, even when he was unfused from Christopher.

Peter merely groaned, ignorant of what he was doing to the other, his black paws moving to his backside to spread his spit soaked cheeks so that his partner could delve deep into his taint, his large black balls dancing almost careless onto the lucario’s nose.

“G-good puppy! OH sweet Arceus!! You’re such a good boy, pup!!” Peter cried as he pushed himself back into the other Fused’s muzzle, the hot tongue slapping at his relaxing ring like nirvana as he and his umbreon partner waved their tail into the air like a flag of submission.

James closed his eyes as he breathed deep the scent of his dominant. Nose pressed up against the base of Peter's thick black tail, mouth hung open as his tongue simply danced around that tight confining space, both males found themselves locked within a strange intimate dance that had nothing to do with love or romance, but rather pure animal need. The lucario’s cock throbbed hard from the arousing act, the pre gushing out from his tip wetting the inside of legs making a strangely arousing male stink waft throughout the roo. The fighting-steel type whined softly as the other male lifted up some, his fat balls dangling freely in front of James’s masked face. The aura pokemorph didn’t think as he attacked them. A quick slurp followed by another as James’s long tongue went from from the base up to his tight hole in long slow licks. He had to pull his tongue back into his mouth every few licks to recover but in that time Peter was left moaning and panting hotly, his violet eyes closed as his own cock shot long streams of clear fluid out onto the lucario’s legs.

A few minutes more Peter settled his rump fully onto the other male’s face, James’s vision now drowned within black heat and musk. Violet eyes opened, dilated the same as the lucario’s own had been before he arched his back, purring in his throat from the pleasant sensation and then went down on the other pokemorph in one quick gulp. The difference between their two styles or oral play was easy to tell as James bounced against the bed as the umbreon moved his wet nose down so far that his nostrils touched the growing bulb that would be the aura pokemorph’s knot without choking, slow languid strokes of his tongue drawing out the fighting-steel type’s arousal until James was left groaning into the rump which was now his entire world. Where exactly Peter was inside of his own mind was questionable in and of itself, the human and dark type drifting together within a sea of sensation that strangely kept them both separated and linked while their body moved on its own.

“Mmm, keep it up pup.” Peter purred, his voice strangely enough working even as neither the human nor pokemon inside of the umbreon Fused body was in control enough to forward conscious thought into words.

James said nothing as he felt the ass of his dominant wiggle and grind down on his face as he forced his tongue up against the ring that he was now desperately prodding.

Peter let out a loud gasp as he felt that organ start to force its way into his ring, feeling that tongue assault his entrance seeking entrance. He moaned louder and longer as he ground his ass back on James' face as he relaxed himself, wanting to feel just how deep that tongue was willing to go while at the same time drawing out the delicious nectar that was the other man’s male fluids.

Both cried out, Peter moaning loudly and James growling hotly, muffled by booty as that tongue finally found entry, and it started to dart in and out with vigour. Peter panted and growled as that tongue began to fuck his ass as if James' was downright thirsty for it. He reached down to squeeze a paw around James's balls as he leant forward with support, feeling his limbs go weak as that tongue found his prostate over and over again.

“Oh fuck yeah, keep it up puppy” Peter moaned as he closed his eyes again and his hand began to fly up and down that hard Lucario shaft as he ground his hips back and forth, almost smothering James' head with his rump.

James whined and moaned, his noises muffled in that ass as his tongue darted and thrusted into that tight hole. He felt his hips hump upwards into Peter's warm hand as his knot began to swell largely, inflating rather quickly as he was pawed.

“Oh Arceus don’t stop puppy!” the umbreon commanded as he kept his mouth going up and down, his fingers getting wet and moist from the amount of fluid that was flowing from James’s own taint as he felt the other canine’s knot grow full and heavy underneath his tongue.

James whined as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, yet his own muzzle would not stop from plunging forward as he kept thrusting his tongue up that tight ass over and over again, panting as he felt his head swimming pleasure. For his own part we just as lost in the waves of euphoria as his black tail wagged behind him so fast that a breeze caught within the room. Licking, bobbing, and sucking on the other male, the dark type drowned himself in a single minded pursuit to taste the white elixir that was his submissives seed.

Peter felt the throbbing and the pulsing in his throat and welcomed the end as he felt his fighting-steel type pokemorph’’s cock jerk and then spurt within his muzzle. The splattered of cum flowed like a hot wine down his throat, the deluge so great that he barely got a chance to taste the potent brew before it was dumped into the confines of his belly. Pulling back suddenly, the dark type didn’t think as he allowed the lucario’s seed to paint his face, dilated violet eyes merely twinkling like stars as Peter found himself marked and claimed by the one below him. from between his fingers and splattered him in the face.

James whined when his tongue found itself trapped by the clenching of the other male’s rectal muscles. Gasping as his psyche finally registered the fact that he was in the midst of orgasm, the fighting-steel type howled into the umbreon Fused butt, the vibrations causing the plump rump to jiggle which made Peter howl himself and cum onto the lucario’s front.

Two torrents of white liquid musk shot out for several seconds on end as the two Fused released days worth of pent of frustration, anger, and lust onto each other.

The end finally came when both of their contracted balls began to droop down in between their legs, though by the time their respective climaxes had ended the pair were soaked in each other’s scent.

Suddenly drained of all his energy after releasing so powerfully, James whined and then slumped back against the headboard from the level of pleasure he had just received, his own tail thumping quietly as his black eyelids slowly began to close. of just how tired that organ was from the assault. He panted and whined as his orgasm went on for several long thick spurts before his body crashed under Peter. He struggled to open his eyes when he felt Peter turn and shift above him and he found himself looking up at an Umbreon, the jet black pokemorph’s face and muzzle literally dripping cum.

“So, enjoy that puppy?” the dark type asked with a saucy smirk pulling at his lips.

James could only nod in agreement as he saw Peter grinning down at him.

“Good.” Peter leaned down to snuggle against the side of James’s longer body, the dark type lifting his face to that the other was staring directly into his face. “Clean me.” The lucario thought nothing of the fact that his own belly was coated in the cooling seed of the other male as he obediently slipped his tongue along the curvature of the other Fused face.

The sound of the handcuffs being unlatched was of a mild concern to the fighting-steel type, especially when he noticed that Peter had both his paws wrapped tightly around him.

********

James woke up with mild headache, the memories from last night deciding that right then and there was the time to give him a full play by play of just how lewd he had been.

Mild surprise hit him as he noticed that he was back in his human form, naked as the day he had been born. A quick turn of his head revealed Christopher laying amongst several of the pillows on the floor, the lucario meditating even with Peter’s umbreon curled up on his head sound asleep. The two of them both looked quite happy with themselves, although there was something about the way the two of them were situated that made James stare at them for several minutes. A stray ray of sunlight made the man blink, the blue haired cop turned and then gasped as he noticed that the sun was setting.

‘Did we sleep through the entire morning and then the rest of the day today?’ If they had it was an odd occurrence seeing as James was usually a very short sleeper, being a cop often meant you had to be up and at’em in case you got a call in about a particular case you were working on.

‘Someone’s going to have questions tomorrow,’ the man knew that his team had probably tried to call him several times but lying back against the bed, his crimson eyes staring out into the darkened skyline from his nearby window, James just didn’t give a fuck. The flashback to having had one of the best orgasms of his life made the blue haired man smile almost dopily, his cock rising in salute for the performance he had put on last night. ‘Where’s Peter?’ the thought quickly went back to the darkness of his mind as he sniffed the air catching the scent of the other man, not to mention food being cooked. Ears twitching slightly, James realized that he could heard the green haired government worker peddling around inside of his kitchen, the other dancing slightly as he hummed some tune off-key.

His stomach called to him making the blue haired man reach down to hug his grumbling tummy. Slowly removing himself from bed James quietly tiptoed his way out of the room so as not to disturb the two pokemon still quietly breathing on the floor. Once he was out of the room the blue haired man walked down the hallway to his kitchen, inside, as his senses had told him, Peter was shaking his hips while humming some odd tune. James felt a flush cover his face as he too stock over the fact that the green haired man’s hips, as well as his chiseled back, were bare of any and all clothing. The blue haired man couldn't deny how hot his lover(?) looked as the other man worked to flip an omelet over into a steaming skillet with dexterity that no human should have possessed. Greedy crimson eyes zeroed in on the shorter man’s rear, a strange animal desire growing inside of James as he drooled slightly down the side of his lips.

A strange ghostly whisper within his mind demanded that he walk over, kneel down, and then stick his face between the other male’s musky cheeks. His tongue felt heavy inside of his mouth. Gently opening his jaws, James found himself panting the same as his jackal-like partner, his pupils shrinking as his mind ordered him to go over and sink himself in between the dominant male’s legs and assault the green haired government worker’s balls and taint with his tongue until he had his fill of the other’s scent and taste once again.

The scent of coffee of coffee being being brewed caught into the police officer’s nose pulling James out from his instinctual daze. Shaking his head, the blue haired man found it strange to have such a scent in his house, especial since he didn’t own a coffee maker, he and Chris preferring to enjoy sweet tea together than the black liquid so many in his department used to keep themselves sane.

“If you’re going to be in here you could at least turn on the tv so that we can hear the tauros shit we missed out in the world today.” Peter said while poking a fork over his shoulder.

“H-how long have you known I was back here?”

“I heard you when you first got up. You make the cutest little noises when you swim up to consciousness from the black haze of sex induced sleep.” James blushed hotly.

Not wanting to contemplate exactly how long the other man had been watching him sleep to know what other noises he made, the police officer went over to the living room to grab the flat screen remote. Flipping on the tv, James found making a quiet yipping noise when the plump rump of a handsome looking arcanine popped up on screen. The large striped male grunted and growled as he hunched forward into the backside of a petite looking female human, the both of them grunting and moaning like mad as they rutted together in the middle of what looked like an open savannah.

“Oh, I bought that DVD yesterday but I forgot that you prefer the all male stuff, right?” Peter asked while fixing two cups of joe.

“Do I want to know where you got this from?”

“I’m not going to answer you even if you ask.”

“Right.” James shook his head and then turned off the DVD player before switching on the local news.

It was right at this time at this moment that Peter came from the kitchen with one plate of food and two steaming mugs.

A news report came up on screen as Peter nodded for James to sit on the couch. The blue haired man didn’t bother to argue, merely walking over and then setting himself down without a word. Crimson eyes watched the green haired man cut the omelet in half and then handed him the fork, the unspoken order loud enough to make James raise an eyebrow.

Peter smirked and then dug the fork into one half of the stuffed egg. Pulling a piece of the speared omelet back up to the blue haired policeman’s face, Peter’s green eyes twinkled . James shook his head. Green eyes turned hard and then narrowed. James pulled back when the food was pushed forward, however, it was a warning growl from the other man that made him open his lips. Accepting the flakey yellow morsel James found his mouth chewing automatically, the taste of the food slightly tangy on his tongue. A slow swallow later the fork was turned towards him once again.

“And in a deal breaker that will create hundreds of new jobs for the immediate region and bring in a source of income that is sorely needed, the old historical island resort, Tropius Springs, has been sold as of this morning in a multimillion dollar deal.” said a female reporter dressed in a sharp two piece suit, catching the blue haired cop’s attention.

James didn't see that as something interesting as he took the utensil from his human partner and then began eating. The old island resort had been left derelict for many years now after an old gym that had once been there lost its previous owner. There had been a few talented trainers that had wanted to try and buy the place, however, some big corporation had been sidestepping any and all negotiations for the purchase of the building. Something about the site being sacred or some such thing, James couldn’t recall at the moment, brain still half asleep.

“And here he is, the owner of the island and visionary leader of Ison Corp, Samuel Ingot.” that caught James’s attention. Peter, too, lifted his head to glare into the television.

“The project that we are proceeding with will bring not only hundreds of new jobs into the region, but it will be one of the biggest tourists destinations within this decade, putting to shame even Pokemon Land.” Samuel, a older looking gentleman with a salt and pepper beard, stated while smiling into the camera. The immaculate dark red suit he wore, not to mention his dark colored complexion reminded the cop of a car dealer for some reason. “We are aiming to build one of the biggest pokemon safari zones ever created or even conceived. Every pokemon in this world, you will be able to find, not in the wild, but right here on our front doorstep.” he said with a smile on his face, though for some reason James found himself pulling lips back to snarl at the other.

A warm hand came onto the top of his head making the blue haired man turn. Peter leaned forward to lick his nose, the action drawing a pleased murmur from the slightly irate police officer. Once James was calm Peter pulled back and then bayed the other to finish eating.

James grunted, his ears twitching slightly as he wanted nothing more than to nuzzle against the underside of his dominant’s chin.

A flash of yellow out of the corner of his eye made James pull away from Peter, startling the other man. Turning his head to try and figure out what caused the taller man to become so frazzled, Peter made an irritated noise within his throat as he saw what his submissive suddenly found so interesting.

Right where the shirt cuffs were decorated with solid gold cufflinks, Samuel Ingot, the head of the Ison Corp, was wearing a dark greenish-yellow fusion stone locked into place with a strange stone bracelet.

James growled, the tips of his hair fanning out slightly while crimson eyes bled blood red.

Peter, on the other hand, merely leaned back into his seat, his green eyes shining merely.