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Chapter 3: Sweet Apple.

Cletus kept his word. While Terrance sat down with an immigration specialist to finagle to particulars of getting a passport, Cletus ran out and went shopping for some shoes. Melemele was such a relaxed place that the 'no shirt, no shoes' policy from other regions simply didn't exist, so Terrance faced no censure for going barefoot.

Terrance emerged from the specialist's office annoyed by how much pressure she had applied to try and get Terrance to accept marrying Cletus to resolve most of the issues. But all that melted when his boyfriend rushed up to him with a box for him to open and more laying in wait. The contents were a basic pair of sandals, but with little images of goldeen and seaking on them. It was clear that they were meant for women, but Terrance didn't care, he was smitten with them instantly--save for the brief moment when he caught the price listed on the box and almost dropped the box.

Terrance hadn't worn sandals in years so it took him just a tad longer than perhaps was acceptable to figure out how to work the straps to secure them. But once he had them on he was positively clinging to Cletus' arm for the rest of the day.

"I'm really looking forward to when you get your first taste of Castelia City's winter," Cletus told his boyfriend with glee. "I can just picture you all bundled up to the point where no one realizes how twinkish you are."

"What the hell's a twink?" Terrance asked, and prompted a nearby pair of youngsters to nearly burst out laughing. They fled, half because of Terrance's sudden interest in their existence, and half to avoid making a scene.

Cletus was in a similar situation but composed himself to answer. "Twinks are... well, skinny dudes, on the shorter side of things, usually pretty young things that get many a dick up their ass." The luxray scooped up his squinting boyfriend to carry bridal style and nuzzle into his neck. "But you're too close to being a dinosaur to be a real twink, so you're just 'twinkish'. Maybe a fox, or wolf. I can fit into the giraffe or jock categories because I'm tall and a sports dude."

Terrance attempted to scowl at his boyfriend, but Cletus's public display of affection had him too warm on the inside. "Put me down, people are staring." People actually weren't staring, but Terrance just didn't want to give anyone the option of making a scene about Cletus carrying him around.

"Well, consider this practice. Because, uh." Cletus' expression conveyed dread, which Terrance couldn't understand. "Paparazzi are going to be staring at us frequently. They're likely to give you agita they'll be butting into our business so often."

Terrance had never seen his boyfriend so annoyed and afraid at the same time. His instincts told him to offer comfort, which he did by holding either side of his boyfriend's face and rubbing his thumbs across his cheeks under his eyes. Cletus couldn't resist those spots and returned Terrance's PDA with purring. "If these... 'paparazzi' give you problems, then I'll just beat them up whenever they appear. What do they look like?"

Terrance's words seemed to counter his efforts to calm Cletus down.

He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and frowned. "Yeah. That's the problem--I know you can and will beat them up if they get too nosy. Which will just make them do it more." He paused to look around as if he were suddenly afraid of someone jumping him in the middle of quiet Hau'oli City. "Look, paparazzi are just people who snap photos of celebrities and sell them to newspapers and stuff. Some will take videos, or ask really inappropriate questions."

"But you're just a baseball player, not a celebrity." Terrance knew the second he saw Cletus' face, that he'd said something wrong. A brief hurt look passed over his boyfriend's face, and it made Terrance feel like he'd been bitten by a shellder. "Baseball players... are celebrities?"

"Really good baseball players are." Cletus put the unintentional slight behind him and touched his forehead to Terrance's. "I'm not one of the big shots yet, mind. But even if I'm not, I'm good at what I do. People are going to want to talk to me, ask me to sign stuff, ask me to date them." Cletus pulled his head back in realization. "Look, babe, they'll likely be teenage girls or stupid young guys, don't kill them if they ask stuff like that, okay?"

Terrance's expression had been as dark as Cletus's partial typing. "Fine. I will put away my wrath and let them make fools of themselves for lusting after you." In the back of his mind, Terrance pieced together that it wasn't normal that his boyfriend ought to be afraid Terrance would legitimately murder people for making romantic overtures. "Now I think I asked you to put me down?"

"Just one more minute?"

"One minute, then we need to go tell your parents the good news."

Cletus spent his last minute of carrying Terrance purring while Terrance continued to stroke his face. The moment was ruined by the couple's first interaction with a paparazzo which ended peacefully to both Terrance and Cletus' surprise.

Amazing how asking permission beforehand could diffuse a situation.

"So during training, I kind of developed a new move that could be useful in our sessions."

Terrance looked up from trying to figure out the tutorial on the tablet computer that Cletus had bought him on a whim. He was sitting on their bed in their room onboard the oceanic ferry between Alola and Unova, minding his own business, in just a tank top and a pair of tighty-whities. "It's not that electric stimulation thing you've been doing the past couple times, is it? That's fun, but not something I want every single time."

Cletus, in an even greater state of nakedness with only a fashion jockstrap on, sat down on the bed and stuck his tongue out. "No, that's just something I picked up on watching some electric-type porn. It can make any water or flying-type turn into a gibbering mess, it's great to watch." He scooted closer to Terrance so the two could intertwine their tails. "No, what I figured out how to do was combine substitute and double team to create a sort of cloning technique? Multiple solid versions of me, that have mass."

Terrance's eyes went wide, and his mind filled with possibilities. A moment later, he leaned over and nuzzled into Cletus' neck. "That's my big, smart guy. I bet the baseball league just loved that."

"Oh yeah! I'm like ninety-five percent sure that's why I got such a high bonus." Cletus' face turned slightly red before he made another admission. "And uh, I might have tested them to make sure they can endure a proper fucking."

"...So what you're telling me," Terrance said, while he tried in vain not to giggle, "is that you fucked yourself over?"

Cletus' face got even redder, and he refused to answer.

"Oh, you can claim to be able to suck your own dick now and not be a liar!" Terrance's giggles at the idea of his boyfriend having sex with himself faded back into the excitement that he'd had before. "When you fuck yourself, do you twine your own tails together? Cause that would be so cute."

"If you keep making fun of me, I'll use this new power to run a train on you." Cletus tried to look intimidating, but found it difficult to do while his boyfriend 1) wasn't looking at his face, and 2) had brought his tablet computer into their shared personal space.

"Dexter, define phrase 'run a train on', please?"

Cletus' fur stood on end and he tried to grab the tablet before the app could process the request. But he wasn't quick enough. As he yanked the device from his boyfriend's hands, it replied.

"Here are the search results pertaining to 'run a train on'," said the synthesized voice. It continued to play while the two grown men acted like children and wrestled in their underwear. "A slang term where one girl has sex with multiple men who form a queue."

Terrance's eyes lit up from the search results and he had no qualms about letting Cletus hold the tablet away from him afterward. "Oh, that sounds great! How many copies of yourself can you make at once?"

Cletus was confused but curious as to what his boyfriend had in mind. With his face still red he answered, "eight is my max. If I try to go for nine, they all pop at once."

"How do you do it? Are you at a stage where you can teach it to people yet?" Terrance's tail unconsciously wrapped tighter around Cletus' while he grew more excited. "Just imagine, you coming home to like, five or six mes all ready to worship you, or both of us using the move to create an orgy of us."

Cletus imagined it, and personally found the idea of a harem of his boyfriend's duplicates hotter than the orgy proposal. However, the ideas combined was enough to cause a sudden tightness in his jockstrap. "Um. I'm not at the teaching point of it yet, but yeah that sounds incredibly hot."

"Aww. Well, you running a train on me still sounds like a way better idea than what I was going to do to break in the new place." Terrance, as well, sported a bulge in his tighty whities. His cheeks sparked with electricity, such was his excitement. "I was going to see if I've still 'got it' enough to get the old Totem Pokemon aura going for a re-match between the two of us."

Cletus was flooded with images almost fifteen years old by that point. He remembered Terrance, still a pikachu at that time, covered in a pulsating aura that allowed him to grow huge. He remembered how great it had felt, as a little luxio who had struggled to take on the island challenge, to knock out the mighty electric Totem Pokemon of Blush Mountain in a David vs Goliath rock throwing manner. Little ten-year-old Cletus started to have questions about his straightness not too long after, as he visited Terrance often afterward.

"To be honest," Cletus responded once freed from nostalgia, "seeing what you'd look like now as a totem pokemon would be pretty hot too."

"Well, if I ever figure out how to write with that thing," Terrance pointed at the tablet Cletus held, "I can make a list of session idea for us to try. Speaking of which, hand that over so I can figure out how the damn thing works."

"Oh yeah, here." Dazed by the mental image of his boyfriend's suggestions, Cletus numbly handed it back. "Babe, those ideas are hot and I'd love to help plan something, but do you mind if we rain check it for a quickie?"

Terrance considered his boyfriend's proposal, then nodded. "I'll go find some lube and a condom. Here, having these on your face should help while I'm gone." He stood from the bed, stripped off his underwear, and tossed them to Cletus while he left for the bathroom. When Terrance returned, he found Cletus with his jockstrap around his ankles, one hand on his dick, and the other held Terrance's undies to his nose.

"So what I'm thinking for this train you're going to run on me basically involves you and your quote-unquote brothers take turns on me. Perhaps make it all one big reference to that sextuplet anime you told me about," Terrance started babbling as he sat down next to Cletus, opened the condom wrapper and automatically started to cover Cletus' dick with the rubber.

Cletus released his dick for a moment to let Terrance roll the condom down, then went right back to what he had been doing before. "Sounds like a plan. I'll probably have to be Karademaru since my duplicates explode if you hit them too hard." Cletus breathed deeply of his boyfriend's underwear. "Is it too much to ask for you to let me buy you something... a bit sexier than tighty-whities for that session? Doesn't have to be knee-highs and a thong or anything."

Terrance squinted at Cletus as he popped the lid on the bottle of sunflower-scented lube. "You know, you're right. I used to have this lovely pair of yellow tanga briefs that would be perfect for looking sexy. But then someone decided to wreck them." While Cletus had stayed hard due to his boyfriend's underwear being available for sniffing, Terrance had gone down to half-mast. "If you want to get me something sexy, I'll wear it. Just so long as you don't ruin them on the first go, alright?"

Cletus groaned as Terrance applied the lube to his dick. He dropped the tighty-whities, took the lube himself, and gestured for his boyfriend to turn around. Cletus admired his boyfriend's ass for a moment before he began to lube up his fingers for the next phase. "I would say I promise... but I can't really control myself when I'm deep in 'hunter pursuing his prey' mode."

"You had enough control to brag about doing it with your eyebrows afterward," Terrance shot back, his voice a hiss due to Cletus' fingers stretching his hole. "And then after that, you wrecked my only pair of shoes at the time. If ripping up stuff is a kink you want to add, just admit it, and we can get special clothes for the sessions."

"You're right, babe, I'm sorry." Cletus pulled Terrance backward by the hips to kiss one of his cheeks. He knew that soft, tender touches like that would quickly melt his boyfriend's annoyance. "Then I'd like to officially add clothes ripping to my side of the kink list." Cletus planted a kiss on the other cheek and reached for Terrance's discarded tighty-whities. With a bit of awkwardness, he threaded Terrance's legs back into them and started to pull them up. "...Starting now, if that's okay?"

Terrance was fully hard again when Cletus released his underwear on his waist, and the barest trace of a blush colored his face. "Just the briefs, or the shirt too?"

Cletus admired the sight before him. Terrance's tail was off to the side, where Cletus' instinctively wrapped around it, the t-shirt he wore had an arrow pointing toward his ass with the words 'Crash Your Corkscrew here' and the steel-type symbol, and his tighty-whities became damp from where the lube dribbled onto the fabric. "Just the briefs right now."

"...Fine. Just put it in already and let's get back to planning."

With permission given, Cletus grinned and laid his hands on Terrance's fabric-covered cheeks. He flicked the claws out on his thumbs and drove them together toward the center of the tighty-whities seat, tore a pair of small holes in the white cotton, and spread it into one larger hole with a growl. There was something incredibly hot about the sight of his boyfriend's cheeks just visible through a hole in ripped underwear while his hole was on full display.

Terrance winced at the sound of tearing fabric, then began to scoot down Cletus' body back toward his pelvic region. "Anyway, those sextuplet guys all wear different colors, right? And have wildly different personalities if I remember right. Can you pull that off?"

"The hardest part of that will be two things," Cletus responded and took hold of his boyfriend's hips once more to guide his hole to Cletus' throbbing dick. "One, Karademau is supposed to be really cringe-worthy, so it might ruin the scene if I don't do it right." Terrance provided no resistance to Cletus pulling his ass down onto the penis below him. Cletus's other fingers flicked out their claws and left minute slashes in the sides of Terrance's underwear as the tight ring of muscle enveloped his penis. "And... ah, the pink one--Todorisu, would record the whole thing and post it somewhere. He's a bit of a camwhore."

Once fully seated on Cletus' dick, Terrance began the traditional riding bounces. He left his own dick alone in the still-intact front of his underwear--Cletus had wanted the quickie, so his release mattered more to Terrance. Cletus disagreed and reached around to draw his fingers across Terrance's dick from base to head. It was only when he glanced down that Terrance noticed a long slash in his undies where his boyfriend's hand had passed. On his next bounce upon Cletus' dick, Terrance's own escaped his underwear to bob freely.

"Needless to say," Terrance said as he used his psychic powers to lift himself higher and push back down harder than he could normally, "there will be no recording. Not negotiating that."

Cletus saw stars from the way his boyfriend rode his dick with psychic empowerment. He spasmed slightly from the pleasurable impact and accidentally left his own jock empty on the bed as his legs kicked. But Cletus wasn't satisfied, Terrance was too cognizant--too articulate for the stage of fucking they were at. Then he realized, he must not be hitting Terrance's prostate with enough force. He positioned his hands on Terrance's hips again, neatly sliced through the leg hole elastic while he was there, then lifted Terrance up himself. He fully withdrew from Terrance's hole and lined his boyfriend up before he pushed him back down onto Cletus' dick. Luxray vision told Cletus that if he'd aimed right, his dick should have poked Terrance's prostate, and dragged along it as he was filled back up.

Terrance himself at first didn't understand why Cletus had pulled out already, but upon finding himself once more on his boyfriend's dick, was hit by a wave of pleasure that caused his dick to throb and Terrance to bite his lip not to moan.

"N-no recording?" Cletus was a little off-center from his own pleasure but smirked at the feeling of Terrance clenching all around him. "Not even for just me to use?"

"Nuh," Terrance gasped. He shook his head, unable to vocalize past that.

"Oh fine." The rest of their 'quickie' passed without them talking much. Cletus took apart Terrance's underwear in bursts, until all that his boyfriend had left was a waistband with ragged white fabric on it, the rest of the briefs strewn around the bed like confetti. Terrance had come around to his own pleasure in the situation and freely pumped himself while Cletus pounded his ass. Cletus's thrusts became shallow and rapid, each one aimed for Terrance's prostate with luxray vision.

Such rapid stimulation pushed Terrance over the edge--he shot a bit of spunk so high it landed on his face, while the subsequent pumps dribbled down over his fingers. His ass clenched from his orgasm and allowed Cletus to finish from the greater friction.

Afterward, it was jelly-legged Terrance who did the cleanup with his ever-useful psychic abilities. Underwear shreds were thrown away, cum was similarly floated into the garbage, and the filled condom removed from Cletus' dick and discarded.

"I'm kinda sad you haven't done that really cool electric surge thing that happened during our last primal session," Cletus commented and pulled Terrance to his torso for boyfriend cuddles.

"It could have been that weird magnetic thing that happens on Poni Island every so often." In the reverse of their last session, it was Terrance who bordered on passing out post-climax. Cletus, as it turned out, made a magnificent pillow. Muscular, warm, and silent in that peculiar way dark types were to psychic types. "Imma nap."

"Well, it's going to be a short nap, babe. According to the clock, we arrive in Castelia City in half an hour." But Cletus' warning proved fruitless, for Terrance had already dozed off.

Castelia City was too much, Terrance decided. He'd seen the greatest number of people all at once in his life on the walk from the docks to their apartment building. They were walking, floating, flying, driving, and in one case unicycling seemingly independent of one another. When Cletus had described it as a 'metal jungle', Terrance had assumed it was a joke of some kind--but no. The air felt like jungle air, in motion but not moving anywhere as wind. And combined with so much disconnected but interdependent life, the description proved apt.

The noise, the smell, the viscerally unpleasant atmosphere all drove Terrance to miss Alola desperately. He even missed Po Town. At least in Po Town, the Team Skull punks wouldn't assume someone wearing a lava lava was a crossdresser--something Terrance couldn't say the same about Castelia's residents.

One particularly unpleasant teen had even tried to yank it off him in the street, and yelled some possibly derogatory remark as he ran away upon failing. Terrance didn't give it much thought, but Cletus became uncharacteristically protective of him on the rest of the walk.

Their townhouse was a six-level building, the top three of which they owned, and the bottom three were owned by another Chasers player, their wife, and their children. While they got the private garage and a garden out back, Cletus and Terrance got an extra bedroom and the roof. And upon unpacking all their things save the houseboat, the Sweet men came to an uncomfortable conclusion: That all their furniture wouldn't even fill one room in the new house.

"Babe?"

Terrance stopped re-arranging the furniture with his psychic powers to look at Cletus. He was acting bashful, and immediately Terrance knew what was up.

"I don't suppose we could... um, I don't know how to make this sound sexy. Take the train?"

Without his direct attention, the couch re-arranged itself to where Terrance had wanted it for their session, facing the bay window with a view of loftiest Castelia skyscrapers. He approached Cletus, got within his personal space, then took Cletus' hand in his own. One was moved to rest at the base of Terrance's tail, while the other guided to the small of his back. "This is the first step making it sound sexy, goofball. Try again."

Cletus's hand on Terrance's back pressed him into Cletus' body while his other hand found its place on Terrance's ass. "Would you like to take the train?" Cletus asked his question with a smolder in his voice and leaned down so that his chin just barely brushed the tips of Terrance's ears.

Terrance made an appreciative noise and dug his face into Cletus' chest. "Ah, that's much better."

As if perfectly timed to ruin the moment, the doorbell rang. Terrance hadn't lived anywhere with a doorbell for so long that at first, he didn't know what it was. Cletus realized right away and suddenly broke off physical contact with Terrance to answer it. His boyfriend gave him a hurt-slash-confused look before he processed what the doorbell meant.

Cletus returned with another raichu, but one of Kanto descent, and a woman no less. Terrance had only seen pictures of non-Alolan raichu, most often in porn that Cletus brought him. Their angular features, sharp edges on their tails, and their sole electric typing gave him the impression that they were all hyper-aggressive. But the one who was escorted into the house seemed all sweetness and light, chubby and dressed like an Akala rancher in denim and plaid. And she came with a closed Tupperware dish, of all things.

"Howdy, I'm Anna-May," she introduced herself, cheerful and bright in a way Terrance thought never to see outside Alola. "Your downstairs neighbor, and Cameron's wife, pleased to meetcha!"

"Alola, cousin," Terrance responded. "I'm sorry, but should I know who Cameron is...?" He addressed the question to Cletus.

His boyfriend happily cured Terrance of his ignorance. "Cameron's the starting pitcher on the Chasers, one of the big shots." Cletus became like a wide-eyed child as he described Cameron's achievements and performance on the field.

Anna-May seemed pleased as punch to have someone brag about her mate, but Terrance was filled with a profound sense of dread. From the way Cletus talked and looked, it seemed Cameron was one of his baseball idols. Terrance didn't know much about baseball world, but he knew that one should never meet their idols in person. He didn't look forward to whatever mess this Cameron would make of Cletus when that veil of idolization was removed.

But in the short-term, they had a guest. "I'm sorry, cousin," he told Anna-May. "If you'd like to sit on our couch, you can. But as you can see we might have grossly underestimated how much our old furniture could be used."

"Oh bless your heart," Anna-May said and grinned wide. "My Cam and I had the same situation when we first moved here. It doesn't really hit you how big places like this are until you're there. So, I know Cletus, but you're his... mate?" She looked between the two men, perhaps hoping for subtle cues to avoid offense.

"Terrance is my boyfriend, yep." Cletus grinned and actually scooped Terrance off his feet to carry him bridal style. "I finally convinced him to take my name, though. So maybe we'll have a big ceremony for it?"

Anna-May covered her mouth with one hand while Terrance, the epitome of calm, loving understanding, explained to his boyfriend how talks like that were meant for private proposals first, before being brought up to third parties.

"Well aren't you two just cuter than sweet poke puffs? I figured y'all hadn't had a chance to go grocery shoppin' yet, so I brought ya some home-made pidove and dumplings." Anna-May held out the Tupperware container to Terrance, who took it while still being held aloft by Cletus. "I'll be sure to get ya included in all the baseball wife activities once Cletus is off playin'."

"Oh, thank you." Terrance appreciated that the Tupperware container was still warm, obviously, the food was fresh. "Um, it won't be a problem that I'm not his--?"

"Oh pshaw!" Anna-May flapped her hand flippantly. "The name's just a holdover from when the League didn't accept queer people or women as players. You'll have a couple guys to grunt and drink beer with, no problem-o."

"How many of them get irrationally angry when the name is brought up?" Terrance's question was taken as a joke by Cletus and Anna-May and marked the end of the visit. She left with a parting appreciation for Terrance's 'dress', which drove Terrance to pout.

"So... we going to eat first, or see about that train?" Cletus nuzzled into Terrance's neck and effectively ruined his plan to be upset. "Cause both sound really good right now."

"Food first, then the train." Terrance popped the lid on the Tupperware container, and a cloud of delicious smells washed over the two of them. Terrance dipped one finger into the pidove and dumplings, then licked it for taste-testing. "...This tastes like she used an entire stick of butter in it."

"Oh, awesome! Just like mom makes!"