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This story was written for Bluetippedwolf. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults, one human and one pokemon. :3

[center][b][u]Haruhiko's Curious Aura[/u][/b][/center]

Haruhiko had never really connected with pokemon the way a lot of people did. It wasn't that he disliked or feared them, he just... he didn't really feel [i]anything[/i] about them. Honestly, he felt that way about a fair number of humans too, and had done for the vast majority of his twenty five years. Their lives seemed so distant and separate from his own, and while he felt sad if bad things happened to them, or angry if they did something to hurt him or those he cared about, the majority of the time he found himself subject to bland indifference on their part, his mind easily drifting to other matters.

Thus, that was how Haruhiko came to be walking in the forest near his home one day, utterly without anyone either human or pokemon to accompany him. Rationally speaking he knew full well that all manner of wild pokemon roamed the woods, and that it was foolish for anyone to venture into it without some pokemon to potentially assist them. But in the moment, he wasn't thinking about other pokemon or other people. He was lost in his own head, musing over a million things about the world that simply didn't make sense, trying to untangle them from the complex and tightly bound knot that they had formed deep inside his head.

It was only when he heard a loud, potent buzzing erupt from a nearby tree that Haruhiko remembered the various signs he had wandered past recommending that only trainers or those accompanied by someone possessing pokemon venture deeper into the forest. It was only when he heard a shrill, screeching cry and watched a green figure with a solid exoskeleton and bladed arms drop from the tree that he remembered why he didn't always go for walks through the forest. And now, it was only as the Scyther took flight, hovering a few inches above the ground and swooping towards the human male with bladed arms outstretched threateningly that Haruhiko's mind recalled the rather obvious truth that wild pokemon could be exceptionally dangerous, and that by being here without any pokemon to defend him he was putting himself at great risk.

"S-shit!"

Throwing himself to the ground with a cry of frustration, he felt one of the Scyther's claws tear through the back of his shirt and graze the flesh of his back. He winced in pain, but the cut didn't feel unduly deep, and as he reached behind himself to confirm that fact his hand came away with only a few specks of blood upon it. Leaping back to his feet, pulling off the remains of his bisected shirt and balling it up, holding it to his smooth, pale chest, Haruhiko raced to the nearest tree and ducked behind it before calling out to the wild pokemon.

"L-listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude on your territory. I'm not here to catch you or fight you, I just... I just want to go. Will you let me go, please?"

The answer came in the form of another shriek of the pokemon's name, and suddenly the tree behind which Haruhiko was standing began to shift. The upper part of its trunk slid at a slightly diagonal angle off the lower portion some five or six inches above the human's head, where one of Scyther's claws had sheared through it in one smooth, almost imperceptibly rapid motion. It tumbled to the ground with a creaking crash of branches and a rustling of leaves which sent Pidgey and Spearow fleeing from the canopy all around. It was Haruhiko who was left most exposed however, stumbling back again and shaking his head, groaning in horror as Scyther buzzed its way up and over the remaining stump of the tree, and loomed down over him with eyes glinting and clawed arms at the ready to strike once more.

In that moment however, even as Scyther prepared to strike a mortally wounding blow upon the defenceless human, Haruhiko found his attention drifting. Not into his own mind once again, but to something odd about this whole scene. He was in a forest in the middle of the day, and yet as the canopy was removed in the immediate vicinity by Scyther's felling of the tree, it wasn't bright sunlight alone which lit the scene. There was a pale blue glow illuminating one side of Scyther's face, indeed illuminating him from the same angle too. A pale blue glow that, now Haruhiko had first noticed it seemed to be growing brighter and more intense, as though getting closer, and closer.

He looked to the left.

Scyther looked too.

Their eyes widened, and a moment later as the sphere of crackling blue energy lanced through the last of the trees in its path, leaving semi-circular holes in several trunks and slicing branches cleanly off of others, the sound of the speeding bolt caught up to it like a mix of rushing water and the boom of a lightning-strike.

The blast hit Scyther full on, and with a shriek of pain the pokemon was launched away from Haruhiko. Across the open space created by the felling of the tree, and into another trunk on the far side of this now minor clearing in the canopy. Scyther hit it with such force that this second tree was brought crashing down, splitting and bending double where the bug pokemon had impacted upon it, and burying Scyther beneath its upper half. One moment it was right there, and the next... the next Scyther was gone from view, buried and croaking weakly through the leaves, branches and the trunk of the tree now pinning it helplessly in place.

Haruhiko didn't even glance towards Scyther however. His eyes remained fixated on the direction from which that burst of pure power had erupted, and they widened sharply, his heart-rate picking up far more than had been the case from Scyther's assault as he saw a figure in the distance. A figure walking towards him calmly, stoically, not quickening his pace or making any remarkable effort to discern the outcome of what he had done... assuming of course that he was indeed the one responsible for saving Haruhiko's life. The closer he grew though, the more rapidly Haruhiko's heart thundered, and the more rapidly the human's mind began to turn, asking all sorts of questions it wasn't used to asking when it came to people or pokemon.

Who was this creature? How had they known that Haruhiko was in danger? How were they able to so easily defeat a large and aggressive pokemon like Scyther? Did the even know the extreme of danger that Haruhiko had been in, and if they did, why did they care? Why did they feel obligated to help out... and... god, why was Haruhiko feeling this way about them? Not just grateful, but... overwhelmed by the knowledge that this being had quite possibly saved his life in a very literal way.

Haruhiko sniffed, and rubbed his eyes, frowning as for a moment he was confused by how he was feeling. By how [i]much[/i] he was feeling. He pulled his hands away from his face and looked at them, both glistening slightly where he had rubbed them against his eyes. He was crying. Not just a tear or two, but... properly crying. Not with the residual fear or trauma of the experience, but because of the figure approaching now. The approaching individual who, judging by the size and shape of his body was not a human, but a pokemon. Haruhiko was so happy to see this pokemon, so overwhelmed and overcome by his presence that he was weeping, practically sobbing before he'd even gotten here. And when finally the pokemon ceased his approach, standing before the human where Haruhiko was at rest, knees drawn up to his chest and arms wrapped around them at the base of another large and sturdy tree, another feeling began to sweep through Haruhiko.

It wasn't a longing, or a desire, or even a need. It was a compulsion. Something he was instinctively and primally driven to do, or at least that was how it felt. Just like some of the cyclical thoughts that raced through his mind and kept him wandering and musing inside his own head for days at a time, he couldn't resist this compulsion. He couldn't fight it. All he could do was go along with it, even though it was so very different from anything that he was used to doing, or even wanting to do when it came to interacting with others.

Haruhiko unfastened his arms from his knees. He pulled himself up into a kneeling position, and after spending a few moments looking up into the pokemon's eyes, dark pupils bounded by irises of a deep red hue, he flung his arms around the pokemon's midsection, and hugged him tightly as he began to sob in thanks, in fear, in years of unspent, unexpressed emotion of all kinds. It wasn't that Haruhiko hadn't felt any of this before of course, he knew all these emotions as they poured out of him. What shocked him was that they were escaping at all, that they had a reason to be expressed anywhere other than within his own mind. For while he had felt things all his life, Haruhiko had never before felt as though he had someone to whom he could adequately express any of those feelings.

But... now? Whether a result of what he had just faced, a near-death experience from which this pokemon had saved him, or something else, something more directly related to this creature for whom Haruhiko was having so many complex and sudden feelings, the simple truth remained that he [i]was[/i] feeling them. And as every emotion, every tear poured forth from within the human, he felt a gentle hand upon his dark hair. Stroking him. Reassuring him. Comforting him as a gruff but soft voice whispered in tender compassion, speaking words that Haruhiko could not understand, but which meant more to him than anything else he had heard in the entirety of his life thus far.

"Cari... car... Lucario."

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"Hey, c'mon..."

Haruhiko groaned as he felt something tugging at one of his legs. He pulled his head up from the pillow and peered bleary-eyed down at the source of the sensation, an even louder groan following as he let his head fall back down again upon seeing who was responsible.

"Okay. Okay Lucario, I'm up."

Lucario released his leg and let it flop limply down by the side of the bed, but the pokemon let loose a snort of disapproval as immediately afterwards Haruhiko pulled his leg back beneath the covers and rolled over, away from the pokemon and towards the corner wall of his bedroom against which the bed was rested. Mere seconds later the human's eyes widened, and he gave a louder cry of both shock and laughter as the whole bed started to tilt. He looked and sure enough Lucario was now lifting up the entirety of the bed's wooden frame including the human lying within its soft sheets, tipping it more and more until at long last, despite his protests and swearing to the pokemon that he'd get up, Haruhiko tumbled out of the bed and onto the floor below, surrounded and still wrapped up in his sheets.

Gently, delicately as a feather and with no more effort than if it had been, Lucario set the bed back down again before stepping over to where Haruhiko was pulling himself up into a sitting position, stretching and yawning loudly.

"Lucario..."

The pokemon chided the human, pointing up at the far wall of the bedroom upon which rested a fairly worn, simple analogue clock. Haruhiko glanced at it, then back at Lucario, then back at the clock again. His eyes widened.

"Oh! Oh, right."

He sprang to his feet, leaving the sheets behind. Naked as the day he was born the human raced past Lucario and out of the bedroom, and soon enough the sound of water running filled the small apartment. Haruhiko showered swiftly and efficiently, not spending any time lingering under the water as he might have done just a couple of months ago, before meeting his pokemon companion. There would have been a time when a day like today, no work, no plans organised for him by anyone else, he would have relished the silence. The lack of anything to do and anyone with whom to attempt interacting. But, since Lucario had come into his life, things had started to change for Haruhiko. Over the last few months, since the day that Lucario had walked into his world and refused to leave it again, he had started to understand more about the world beyond his own little bubble. He couldn't explain it, not in certain terms anyway. But, it was like Lucario somehow acted as a conduit for the rest of the world. Alone, he was running on book-learning alone. A mechanical understanding of social interactions, of how various exchanges were meant to go and how they were meant to make him and those around him feel. But with Lucario present, it was like looking through a wide open window that he had never noticed before. Looking out into a world that he could not only see and understand more clearly, more emotionally than ever before, but one with which he could reach out and touch.

And now... today, he was taking the biggest step of all.

Stepping out of the shower, still dripping wet as he realised his towel was back in his bedroom, Haruhiko strolled out of the bathroom and back towards where he could hear Lucario hard at work. All around him in the hallway, boxes full of what limited possessions he owned were stacked up neatly, ready to be carried outside. And in his room, when he reached it once more, Haruhiko saw that in the ten or so minutes it had taken him to shower the bed and the very last of his clothes aside from the ones he was meant to be wearing today had been tidied up. Packed, boxed and ready to ship out thanks to Lucario's efforts.

Now Lucario was simply sitting at the edge of the bare mattress, waiting for Haruhiko as he entered. The pokemon immediately threw the human a clean towel, and gestured towards a box upon which his clothes for the day were laid out. Fresh socks and underwear, a t-shirt, a jacket, a pair of cargo pants and some hiking boots. Haruhiko chuckled softly to himself as he rubbed his body down with the lush towel, warmed slightly by its presence against Lucario's body.

"You have everything figured out, don't you, Cari? Never mind today, you've probably got my whole year planned out."

A flicker of a smile crossed Lucario's face as he regarded the human, before calm solemnity dominated once more and he nodded sharply.

Pausing mid-way through drying himself, tossing the towel around his neck and thus leaving his body entirely exposed to Lucario's gaze, Haruhiko beamed at the pokemon.

"Kidding aside, you... you know how grateful I am, right? I wouldn't be able to do this. To leave the

village. To see the world. I wouldn't even [i]want[/i] to, not if you weren't here."

Again, Lucario nodded. He stood up from the bed as he did so though, and walked over towards the human. Haruhiko was well over a foot and a half taller than Lucario, but somehow whenever they stood face to face it didn't feel that much. It wasn't that Haruhiko felt smaller, or that Lucario seemed bigger. It was perhaps due to Haruhiko feeling as though there was no inequality between them, so something as purely physical and unimportant as height really didn't do anything to alter that fact. Lucario wasn't [i]his[/i] pokemon, after all. Lucario didn't belong to anybody, as far as Haruhiko knew. The pokemon was here, with him, because he chose to be.

And in that moment, as Lucario extended his arms and gently wrapped them around the human male in a hug that was just tight enough to be intimate and yet just gentle enough to avoid poking Haruhiko's chest with his chest-spike, the pokemon's companion was so very glad that Lucario had made that choice. They embraced warmly, wordlessly for over a minute, and it was only when Haruhiko became acutely aware of his naked body and more specifically his uncovered crotch brushing against Lucario's soft fur that the human withdrew.

"We should get ready to go, shouldn't we?"

He saw Lucario glance downward as their bodies separated, he felt the pokemon register the sight of his penis, beginning to stiffen and swell not through any purposeful or emotional stimulation, simply the physical sensation of sensitive flesh against surprisingly soft and warm fur. The pokemon looked up at him again a moment later though, and nodded firmly once again without the slightest sign of embarrassment. Thus, Haruhiko wasn't either. He got dressed, and there was only a slight moment or two of frustration as he slipped on his clothes and felt the erection that had sprung forth persisting for a short while within them. On any other day he would just have excused himself and slipped back into the bathroom to masturbate and thereby relieve the issue, or asked Lucario if he could have a few minutes alone in his bedroom to do the same. But thanks to his sleeping in this morning of all mornings, they didn't have time for that. He was meant to be out of the apartment by noon, which meant they had approximately twenty minutes to get all the boxes out onto the street before a van arrived to take them into storage. And after that, once they'd taken a little time to go round the village and say goodbye to his family and some of the other residents with whom Haruhiko had standing obligations of pleasantries to conduct, they could leave. They could pick a direction... any direction, and simply start walking.

The start of a journey that many people took in this world when they were just ten or eleven years old, but to which Haruhiko was coming more than a decade later. Not necessarily a pokemon journey, though he supposed with Lucario by his side that was in a way what this trip would be seen as by many. But more intentionally on Haruhiko's part, a journey of self discovery. A journey to explore whatever it was within him that Lucario had awoken, and to learn alongside his pokemon companion what the world had to offer, now that Haruhiko felt as though he in turn had something to offer to it.

"Cario."

Lucario's hand came to rest upon Haruhiko's shoulder, and the human took a deep breath as he looked around his boxed up bedroom. An empty hook now resting where the clock had once hung, the bed stripped of all but its mattress, and Lucario holding in his free paw a large backpack containing all the worldly possessions which Haruhiko would carry with him on his journey.

Haruhiko smiled, and he reached out for the pack to take it from his companion's grasp. Instead however, as his fingers brushed across the digits and the raised, metal-spiked back of Lucario's own hand, he just lingered there for a moment. Touching Lucario's hand. Holding it while the pokemon's other paw gently, reassuringly squeezed at his shoulder, seeing the nervousness suddenly spreading across Haruhiko's face.

"I can do this. I... I can do this, right?"

Setting down the bag, Lucario's hand clasped and held Haruhiko's own within its fingers. The pokemon peered up into the human's face. He smiled, he nodded at Haruhiko, and rising up onto the tips of his toes, craning his neck up so that he could reach the human's face, Lucario gently kissed Haruhiko upon one cheek.

"Lucario."

He spoke in a soft growl, still smiling as Haruhiko blushed, shivered slightly, and nodded as he wiped a couple of happy tears out of his eyes.

"Y-yeah, you're right. I [i]can[/i] do this. With you by my side, Cari... I can do anything."

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All his life, Haruhiko had lived in the same village. The same village by the same forest, at the foot of the same mountain.

Now, as he stood with his toes being lapped at by the ocean, the squawking of seabirds ringing in his ears and a beautiful multi-hued sunset casting a gorgeous glow across the western sky, he couldn't ever imagine returning to that excuse for a life ever again. In fact, the idea that one day he might have to, that one day all of this might come to an end and that village and that apartment and that same lonely old life would be all that was left for him to resume absolutely terrified Haruhiko in a way that months before now it never had. Back then, all he had wanted was a quiet life. The quietest of lives in fact, with as little influence or indeed more or less any outside stimulation as possible. Now his curiosity grew with every passing day. His zeal for new experiences, for new life burst forth more and more often, and more and more freely.

Looking around at the empty beach, stretching out for miles in all directions, Haruhiko shook his head in determination. He would live his life to the absolute fullest, and if the fear of having that ability stolen away wanted to try and spoil his good time, he would fight it the only way he knew how. By proving to himself that he still did have that chance, by taking it at every last available opportunity.

He reached down and unfastened the button of his loose fitting shorts. For hiking his cargo pants were far superior, but while hanging out and exploring places, so long as the weather was good, shorts were perfect; comfortable and easy to wear.

Tugging them down and stepping carefully out of them so as not to get wet sand upon the soft material, Haruhiko sighed happily as he felt a warm breeze whip around his body, now stark naked. There was no underwear covering his nether regions beneath those shorts, and his t-shirt had been cast aside much earlier in that day when he and Lucario had set up camp.

"Catch!"

He yelled, tossing his shorts blindly back over his head as he began to stride forward, knee deep in the water, then thigh deep, waist deep with a gasp as his balls met with the cool ocean water, then his flaccid member. Haruhiko didn't look back, but he heard the sound of light feet rushing over sand, and a soft grunt from Lucario as he no doubt caught the human's shorts before they landed. A few seconds later he was chest deep in the ocean, and with a burst of joyous laughter he kicked back and began to let himself float in the buoyant, salty water. Back home as a child he had hated learning to swim, screaming and howling miserably as his parents and teachers tried to coax him into the local lake. That was a lifetime ago now though, not just in terms of decades but the whole new person that Haruhiko found himself to be. Back then he had been so unwilling to experience new things, so disinterested in attempting or exploring anything which required other people's aid or teaching in order to do so.

But now...

A wave washed over Haruhiko, splashing across his face and momentarily dunking it beneath the water. His eyes widened, and instinctively in shock he dragged in a deep lungful of air. Or rather, it would have been air had his face not been momentarily submerged. He choked. He thrashed, losing his buoyancy and sinking beneath the water. His lungs burned. His limbs seemed to grow heavy. He flailed and watched as a potent trail of bubbles erupted from his gasping mouth, and then... then a powerful pair of arms wrapped around his midsection, and a few seconds later he was gasping and coughing, water pouring from his mouth as he coughed and expelled that which he had swallowed. His nose and the back of his throat burned with the salty tang of the ocean water. His eyes itched. And yet, Haruhiko didn't cry out. He didn't weep or scream in fright at having almost drowned. He could feel Lucario's arms tight around him, the pokemon's powerful legs pushing them both through the water back to shore. He knew he was safe. He knew all was going to be okay.

His heart raced, from the shock of that nearly life-threatening experience of course, but also from the thrill, the wonder of knowing that Lucario had saved him. Or rather, saved him again. Not just from wild pokemon, but from the world, and from himself.

They stumbled onto shore, both with their arms wrapped around the other for support in an emotional sense as much as physically, and staggered up the beach to the grassy sand dunes upon which their tent was resting. Lucario set Haruhiko's naked body down on the grass by the tent, and poked the upper half of his body through the flap, withdrawing a moment or two later with a heavy beach towel clutched in his grasp. Raising a trembling hand, the human reached out for the towel, but withdrew his arm, blushing when Lucario frowned at him and shook his head. Before Haruhiko could respond, the pokemon was on his knees beside the cold, wet human. He was towelling him dry personally, dabbing the soft fabric over every last little bit of Haruhiko's skin. Over his chest and back. His face. His hair. His arms and legs. Hands and feet, fingers and toes. Then, last but not least, Haruhiko blushed a little as he felt a towel-wrapped hand reach between his legs. Lucario's free arm spread the human's pale thighs apart so that he could dry off Haruhiko's crotch. Gently the soft towel, and the fingers behind it, caressed and dried Haruhiko's balls. They brushed back and forth along the length of his shaft. They stroked and fondled and coaxed the human's crotch until it was clean as a while and dry as a bone. And in doing so, Haruhiko felt a rather intense stirring as the caresses to his member proved more than sufficient to arouse his libido.

Over the months since he had met Lucario, Haruhiko's relationship with a great many aspects of his own life had changed. No longer did he spend hours of every day locked in repetitive cycles of compulsive thoughts. No longer was he estranged and distant from the world around him and its contents. No longer did he seek calm and quiet, and as little stimulation from life as possible. And in all those regards, though particularly the latter, his relationship had changed not just with the world, not just with other creatures and people, but with his own body too. The male had, like most humans, become aware of his own sexuality and capacity for self pleasure in his teenage years. From that point onward however, it had been a purely mechanical task. One which felt good of course, but which had never served any real purpose beyond putting an end to whatever had caused him to become erect.

Since Lucario, however, and since Haruhiko's heart and mind had awakened to so much more alongside Lucario's firm but gentle guidance, that was amongst the many things about him which had changed. Now, when he became aroused, it was something he was able to truly indulge in. To imagine. To explore. To fantasise within his mind about other reasons he might have become aroused, and what he could do with that arousal. Prior to leaving home with Lucario, Haruhiko had been caught in bed or on the couch late at night more than once as he enjoyed himself, his companion nodded apologetically before stepping away and leaving him to finish off. Many more times than that, Lucario had observed him naked and potentially in a state of arousal.

The first time Haruhiko had allowed himself to be nude in Lucario's presence, he had been sure to ask if the pokemon minded. Lucario had shaken his head firmly, and Haruhiko had been given no reason to distrust his companion in that or any other regard. Beyond that however, they had simply never spoken of it. And now, after more than a month of travelling and sleeping out in the open wilds of the world most of the time... well, sharing a tent with Lucario meant that not only had the pokemon almost certainly overheard Haruhiko masturbating next to him late at night, but Haruhiko had been given more than one occasion to wonder if the shuffling and occasion low growls he heard from his companion at night were not in fact the sounds of Lucario's own personal, masturbatory bliss.

"You're too attentive for your own good, Cari."

Haruhiko chuckled as his cheeks flushed and his cock strained, growing rapidly and hungrily to full erection before Lucario's firm, near unblinking gaze.

"Hey, hang out here for a few minutes, okay? I'm gonna go and... uh, take care of this, over there."

The human began to pull himself to his feet, jerking his thumb off to indicate that he was going to sneak off behind the sand dune to relieve himself of the burgeoning situation. He never made it though, because a moment later Lucario's paw, the same one that had been rubbing his crotch with the towel though now freed from the cloth confines, landed upon his knee. Lucario gave a soft grunt, and shook his head. Haruhiko beamed.

"I'm fine. I promise. It was dumb of me to think the ocean was going to be as flat as the lake back home, but you got me out before I could swallow too much. Really, I'm good. I'll be better though if I don't have to sit around worrying about poking you in the eye all evening though."

Gesturing playfully down to his crotch, Haruhiko blushed as he realised he'd never been so overt, so shameless in referencing his arousal to anyone, never mind Lucario. To his relief, Lucario didn't look angry or embarrassed. In fact, the pokemon smiled too, albeit a different kind of smile than the one Haruhiko was used to seeing. More playful, more unabashed and unreserved than Lucario's sincere but often somewhat reserved smiles. Taking that smile as an affirmation, Haruhiko began to pull himself to his feet once more as his cock twitched hungrily yet again. For the second time however, Lucario restrained him. Again the pokemon shook his head, and this time placed a hand upon Haruhiko's own where the human was attempting to push off in order to lift himself from the grassy ground.

Their eyes met, and Haruhiko shuddered as he saw... something in Lucario's gaze. Something new, and something so intense it shook him to his very core. It wasn't a bad something, indeed, there was some part of it that had the potential to be very, very good. But despite it being a possibly good thing, Lucario looked almost afraid. Almost too afraid to act.

"Cari, I... I don't know what's going on right now. I don't know what you're trying to warn me about, or tell me. But, if you don't want me to go right now? If you need me to stay with you? I'll stay. I can masturbate later. Just... please, please Cari, don't be scared. I lived my whole life that way until you came along. So paralysed by indecision, by my inability to know how to act and what to do in one of a billion different possible situations, that I just did nothing at all. And since I stopped that, since you broke me out of that? These have been the happiest months of my entire life. So, if fear is any part of what's making you act this way? Don't be afraid. I'm here. And just like I know you're here for me... I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be here, if you ever need me to help you be strong."

A split-second later, practically before Haruhiko had closed his mouth after the final word he spoke to Lucario, the pokemon kissed him. Not a kiss on the cheek as they shared fairly often as a simple sign of love and friendship. Not a loving yet platonic, familial peck on the forehead or even the lips. Lucario kissed him on the mouth with a soft, pleading murmur.

"Carrrr..."

And as soon as Haruhiko started kissing back, too overwhelmed, too excited, to overjoyed to even consider the fact that the first romantic kiss of his life was happening with Lucario rather than another human, he felt the hand upon his own fingers shift. He felt it move with sudden, urgent hunger, and wrap itself tenderly around the throbbing length of his rock hard cock.

"I... o-oh, Cari. I never thought... I never thought you'd... [i]ah[/i]!"

Haruhiko's face flushed as he arched his back, helplessly thrusting against the pokemon's paw and the tender, deliciously skilled strokes he was delivering to the length of the human's shaft. His eyes closed, and for a moment he thought back to the last few months. To the awakening of his libido, and how his fantasies, even his dreams had been filled with one image. One fantasy that he couldn't escape, and which while unashamed of he had never dared to speak of, or hope for aloud. Lying in bed, in the tent at night with Lucario right next to him, and imagining what it would be like if it was Lucario's hand on his cock, or his hand on that of the pokemon, rather than his own solitary masturbation.

And now, all of a sudden, it was happening. It was real. And though Haruhiko didn't know why, or how such a thing was possible, or what he had done to receive such a phenomenal gift as this from the universe at large or from this Lucario in particular... he was so, [i]so[/i] happy that it was.

"Lucario, I... I love you..."

He moaned as he reached out between the pokemon's legs, and to his delight found a swelling length growing forth from an almost imperceptible slit within the male's loins, smooth, soft orbs of the pokemon's testicles emerging too soon after. Lucario gave a sharp, rasping bark of bliss as he too found himself suddenly being stimulated, and picked up the pace of his stroking. Haruhiko did likewise, and they leaned forward, wrapping their free hand around one another and leaning against one another's upper bodies as they began to deliver the most intensely potent mutual handjob. Hot cheeks brushed together, and soon lips were bumping and kissing longer and deeper all over again. Their eyes peered hungrily into one another's burning hues, and their bodies shook, their cocks throbbed, and their hearts raced.

The sun began to sink low over the horizon, but even as it did so, their campsite didn't descend into darkness. A rich blue glow rippled around Lucario, and spread to encompass Haruhiko too as they pleasured one another, as they kissed and embraced and moaned in increasingly frantic shared stimulation.

The longer they clung together, the more they shared, the more pleasure they experienced between the two of them that night, the brighter their burning aura glowed, until by the early hours of the morning... the whole beach, and the night sky for miles around was illuminated with a bright blue, flickering glow, as moans, yelps, and joyous shared cries rang out over the gentle rush of the ebbing, flowing tides.

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Lucario chuckled as he walked back into the campsite, two large bottles of water from the nearby river ready to be filtered for drinking. He looked around the small clearing, perhaps two or three times the size of the one where he had first met Haru, but still modest enough not to seem like the kind of place where any creatures, people or pokemon, would make a point of congregating. The campsite was already close to being fully set up. There was a stone circle with some kindling already prepared, a stack of larger logs resting close by. The tent was up, and Haru was lying peacefully on the soft grassy ground nearby, arms folded under his head as he peered up at the sky.

As soon as the human male saw the pokemon was back of course, he began to complete the final, most important step of them making camp for the night. Lucario padded over to the tent and set down the bottles of water, and by the time he'd done so Haru's jacket, t-shirt, shoes, socks and cargo pants were already off. The human's underwear was sliding south upon his smooth legs as Lucario approached him, and just as the pokemon slipped into the taller male's embrace, encircling Haru with his own strong, loving cuddle, Haruhiko kicked his boxer-briefs aside just in time to render himself totally naked.

They embraced, they kissed deeply, and only when both men were panting for air did Haru moan to his pokemon partner.

"T-tent, or... or grass?"

Seconds later they were blushing and whimpering as they lay down together in the very centre of the clearing, scooting closer to one another as Lucario and Haru aligned themselves head to toe, or more importantly crotch to crotch. Both of them were already fully erect, and though they each teased a little with gentle kisses and soft nuzzles to one another's already glistening tips, it wasn't long at all before both men let loose deep, passionate gurgles as they engulfed their lover's cock and began to bob their heads back and forth, to gently rock their hips and hump one another's faces in a by now familiar but all too passionate sixty nine.

For more than a year now Lucario and Haruhiko had travelled together, and for more than half that time they had shared this kind of passion practically every night. Sometimes it came upon them in the form of reciprocated individual blowjobs rather than simultaneously. Other times they used their hands, sitting together in front of a roaring fire moaning and giggling as they watched one another's faces contort in bliss at their teasing strokes, holding one another at the brink for practically hours on end. Sometimes they fucked, making use of the large bottle of lubricant they had bought at one of the few more populated cities their journey had taken them past thus far. But regardless of how they pleasured one another or what role they played in that pleasure, there was always one key feature that remained constant through it all.

The rich blue energy of Lucario's aura ripples and pulsed out from the pokemon's body, and soon engulfed them both in a softly crackling miasma that made the skin tingle like a thousand tender fingers being brushed across it all at once. They moaned louder, their suckled upon one another more feverishly as roaming hands began to fondle and squeeze one another's balls. And in their minds, at a level of consciousness connected to but somewhat above the pleasure that would have made coherent vocalisations impossible, two voices rang out in telepathic harmony.

'[i]I love you, Cari.[/i]'

'[i]Ah. Ahh, ohh... I love you too, Haru. Please. [b]Ah[/b]. Please, s-squeeze my balls just a little harder. Oh. Oh yes. That feels so good. What can I do for you? Tell me, Haru. Please, tell me.[/i]'

'[i]Just... oh god, just keep sucking like you do. You know what that muzzle of yours does to me. Y-you know just how to make me... aa-aahhhhh! Yes![/i]'

Their telepathic cries were mirrored by real vocal grunts and moans of pleasure, but the words were shared between their minds alone. A part of Lucario wished that he could communicate so directly with Haruhiko at times other than when they were in the throes of shared pleasure, but most of the pokemon's heart knew as his mind did that it was better this way. That they were able to communicate perfectly well without direct speech just as they had in the months before Lucario realised that Haru felt for him just as he did for the human. This was just a bonus. A gift granted to them by the sheer intimacy of their bond, by the undeniable truth of just how in sync they became when not only their hearts and minds, but their bodies were put towards the singularly focused task of one another's mutual bliss.

"[i]Cum for me Cari. I... oohh, I want to taste you tonight, before I feel you fill my ass too.[/i]'

They both grunted and gurgled in rapture as Haru rolled them over, pinning Lucario beneath him and beginning to bob his head more urgently, to suckle harder and squeeze even more temptingly at Lucario's aching balls. Alongside the words they could hear, images sometimes flashed into being between their currently psychically connected minds, and in that instant Lucario saw Haru clutching at the trunk of a tree, the pokemon humping him rather forcefully from behind while offering him a simultaneous reach-around. Again they cried out in pure lust, and within his mind Lucario heard himself warning Haru that he was about to get a part of his wish perhaps even more rapidly than he'd expected it.

'[i]I'm close. So close. Oh, Haru. My Haru, I... a-ahh... I'm cumming![/i]'

Around the human's own throbbing, drooling cock, Lucario let loose a more mindlessly vocal cry.

"C-cah! [b]Luuuucaaarioooooo-oohhhh![/b]"

Haru's eyes bulged, and he gurgled in ecstasy as he began to gulp down ribbon after ribbon of Lucario's rich, sweet cum. Once he had started to taste his lover of course, nothing in the world could hold back Haruhiko's own bliss. Thus within a few more moments the pair were both trembling, clutching at one another's backsides and at their lover's balls as they held them close and drank down every drop that they had to offer amidst surges of intense, glorious pleasure.

In the wake of their bliss, Lucario panted and growled in gleeful satisfaction. As for Haruhiko, he laughed. He fell limp over Lucario's body, the pokemon felt him start to shudder, and then with utterly manic delight and the rush of his orgasmic high, the human male began to laugh. It was such a beautiful sound, such a pure and wonderful sound, and as every peal of it rang out from Haru's vocal chords his lover could see it reflected in Haruhiko's aura. A shining scarlet red, so vibrant it was almost blinding to the Lucario's unique vision.

That aura was a world away from the thin aura of tan brown which Lucario had first been drawn to, walking for days, weeks even only to find himself in the perfect place at the perfect moment to keep Haru from being cut to ribbons by a Scyther. At first the human's aura had been so faded and dull he had thought that he was too late, that the Scyther had already drained most of the life out of him. But then... then something had happened. He had seen Haru look at him, and see him not just as some brooding wanderer. Not just as a pokemon to be challenged in combat and captured for study, breeding or further fighting.

The briefest flash of colour had burst through Haruhiko's aura as their eyes met for the first time, and in that moment, he had thought that he had found his purpose. His reason for being. To protect this human, and to nurture him and his aura back to health from whatever had damaged it.

He had been wrong, of course.

Haru hadn't been damaged. Different, yes. But, not damaged. Not anything lesser than anyone else. He had learned that after just a few days with the human, a few days of watching and feeling Haruhiko trying to begin to forge a connection of some sort between them, and succeeding. Still though, that feeling had remained. The feeling that he was meant to be here. For some reason. For some purpose.

It had taken months for Lucario to find out what that purpose truly was, but by then he hadn't minded the time invested. Quite the contrary, without that time he never would have been able to gain that deep understanding of Haruhiko, nor would Haruhiko have had the time he needed to fully open up and express himself to Lucario in any and all the ways they needed to share themselves with one another.

It had been that night on the beach, saving Haruhiko from potentially drowning, when Lucario had finally admitted what he had felt deep down for over a month already. When he had held the submerged human in his arms, peered down through the water, and had felt as though it was a part of him that was slipping away as for a split-second his aura, his life-force faltered.

That was when Lucario had known the truth of Haruhiko's curious aura, which in his presence had gone from one of the most dull he had ever seen to the most shockingly vibrant, every bit as potent and vigorous as his own. In fact... precisely as potent and vigorous as his own.

'[i]You're thinking about us again.[/i]'

A soft, cum-stained pair of lips pressed gently against Lucario's own, and he blushed as he slipped out of his post-orgasmic reverie to find that they were now curled up together, bodies already restoring themselves, cocks stiffening again, rubbing against each other as Haru ran his bare feet tenderly up and down the sides of the pokemon's own powerful legs.

'[i]I could hear it. See it. All those months we spent together... you seeing it, seeing me growing every day, and finally putting two and two together. Our auras. Our spirits. Our souls. I... I'd heard the word before, but like so many others it was just a word. Just an empty word, with more empty words used to define it. I never thought I'd get to feel it. Love. Pleasure. Joy. Contentment. All those gifts you gave me would have been enough, Lucario. But...[/i]'

Their hands clutched at one another as they kissed again. Fingers laced together, and as they peered deep into one another's eyes, still illuminated by the glow of their shared aura, rapturously happy tears shone in both the human's and pokemon's hues. Haruhiko sniffled, and Lucario whined in blissful elation as his lover's mind continued to speak into his own.

'[i]But I truly never believed I would [b]feel[/b] so tangibly what it meant to find my soulmate, Lucario. Until I met you.[/i]'

By Jeeves

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