Here, enjoy a toxitrack fic as payment for your art. 100% sfw.
Corbeau sat at his desk in his office, attempting to do some paperwork, but for once he could not focus. Corbeau kept glancing back up at the clock, any minute now Emmet would be sending him a message saying he landed in Kalos. When Ingo returned, Emmet moved back to Unova but kept in touch with Corbeau, spending at least two months of the year in Kalos with him. Suddenly, Corbeau's phone ping. Emmet has landed, perfect. Corbeau quickly packed up his laptop and paperwork, returning all of his pokemon to their pokeballs on his way out, glancing at his shelf for just a moment. Emmet was already making himself at home when Corbeau arrived.
"Hello Mr.Gray, it's been awhile."
"I am Emmet and I missed you too." Emmet crossed the room to plant a kiss on Corbeau's forehead, only feeling slightly lightheaded from the lingering poison in Corbeau's sweat.
"Was it hot in your office today? You are verrry sweaty, yup yup."
"Yes, I'll need to take a shower before we leave."
"Oh? Where are we going?"
"I was thinking we could try out that restaurant you’ve been wanting to try.”
“The really fancy one with a dress code? What’s the occasion?”
“No occasion. Am I not allowed to treat my boyfriend to a nice dinner?”
“I don’t know…it’s really expensive.”
“My treat, not one of those ‘split the bill’ dates you insist on having.”
“Fine, we can go.” If there was anything Emmet couldn’t say no to, it was a battle and the offer of free food. Corbeau searched his closet for the special suit he wore to formal events as the Rust Syndicate leader; he wanted all of Kalos to know that Emmet was his. Corbeau washed the sweat off quickly before getting dressed and applying some makeup. He decided to be bold today; black winged eyeliner, a smoky purple eyeshadow, even a maroon lip. It was a special occasion after all, even if he had to lie to Emmet about it. When Corbeau stepped out of the bathroom, Emmet had changed into a dress.
“You are wearing your syndicate suit. Are you sure this is safe?”
“Don’t worry, I have already sent some grunts to clear the restaurant.”
As Emmet and Corbeau left, Salazzle secretly slipped a velvet box into Corbeau’s pocket, just like he had asked her to.
