aaaaaaaa thank you @nartothelar for getting back to me with an update on the commission! (leprechaunsatemyrainbows here lol.)
As soon as I got the notification, it made me want to write!! So thank you. Thank you so much! I look forward to the final product.
Under the cut is the accompanying moment in the fic haha.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, are the running thoughts going through Dante’s mind. He’s speed-walking toward the next train, Beau hovering behind him and keeping a hold of his shoulder with a stinger. They bypass many other pokémon and people, slithering through the gaps between. All Dante can think is ‘fuck’.
He’d met a soulmate.
Thankfully he didn’t seem to know he was one; Dante made sure to avoid eye-contact with him and wasn’t about to out himself either. But Dante had met him, and now he knew the face to avoid. It couldn’t be difficult, surely? He’d only met the man twice and he seemed to be a very busy individual. Dante was just another faceless passenger in the crowd.
He stops at the edge of the platform, behind the yellow line. Around him, people and pokémon wait patiently for the train to arrive, their bodies undulating with impatience. He tries to calm his racing heartbeat and his flying thoughts, raking a hand through his hair. Beau nuzzles his neck from behind, pressing his body against his, his wings fluttering soothingly. He sighs and reaches up a hand to caress Beau’s head.
“Thanks bud,” he says. Beau buzzes in response.
Having calmed down, he thinks about his next move. Going back to Mistralton City was annoying, but he’d be back soon like last time. Technically. Last time he was there, Beau had evolved from a cute little Kakuna to a Beedrill. Thankfully Gadget nor Aspen seemed any closer to evolving.
The egg, however…
He hoped beyond all hope that the egg didn’t hatch in Mistralton City, otherwise he’d have to upgrade ‘a coincidence’ to ‘a pattern’ and he wasn’t looking forward to having all his pokémon do miraculous things there…
“Tick!” Gadget chirps from his breast pocket. Dante smiles, looking down at Gadget. He was finally awake.
“I am Emmet. I noticed the Joltik in your pocket. I hope you didn’t steal it.” Dante looks up and meets the eyes of a familiar looking man, this time in a white uniform and a smile on his face. A twin? Fuck. Wait. Did he just say—? You have GOT to be KIDDING ME.
He quickly avoids eye contact, saying, “No, he’s mine, sorry,” in response, his heart ratcheting up again. Why was this happening to him? Both in one day? He could avoid one, but two? How did he even manage? Maybe if he didn’t say anything to them while maintaining eye-contact, ever? It couldn’t be hard. He’d only met this one the once, and his twin twice. It was doable. He hoped.
Beau buzzes menacingly from over his shoulder, his red eyes narrowed at the man in white.
“I see. We have many around Gear Station. My mistake.”
“Is that so?” Dante tersely responds, his body going rigid. He takes a quick step away from the man, still looking away. Please, train, come faster. Save him from this interaction.
The rattling and screeching of a train coming down the tracks makes him relax slightly; Beau, however, continues to buzz, his stingers clutching onto his body. He bites his lip. It was an interesting feeling of pride and shame swirling within his chest. Pride that Beau was protecting him, like he had protected Beau; shame that Beau was protecting him at all. Especially from someone that wasn’t even showing any menace. He wasn’t intimidating. Peeking out of the corner of his eye, he sees that the man has turned away and seemed to be gesturing to someone on the platform.
The train screeches to a halt in front of them, and Dante quickly hops into the cab, finding a place to sit next to a window. He unbuckles the incubator from his back and places it next to him. Beau hovers for a moment, before deciding to sit in his lap, his face coming up to rest beneath his chin. He curls his arms around him. Gadget makes himself comfy in his pocket and closes his eyes, chirring contently.
“Thanks, Beau. Love you.”
Beau nuzzles against him more firmly, his antennae tickling the side of his cheek. “Bee,” his bug says in response. He smiles softly.
“I see this as a win-win, you get to make your ex boyfriend jealous and I get my dick sucked, what’s not to like?” he said with a smirk, pretty sure the other only needed a little push before he actually took the leap and got on his knees “I can even record a little video and send it to him, that will show him” he added, one of his hands going between his legs to adjust himself without a hint of subtlety.
(Fiddling with first meetings and such. Some things might change.)
Nimbasa City Station is incredibly busy, Dante finds out when he steps into the building. He should've known, he supposes, since it's completely different from Earth's railway systems; less train stops, more people, and more pokemon.
He fiddles with the rope tying Beau to him, and wonders at the train etiquette. Do you recall your pokemon while on the train? Are you allowed to keep one pokemon out? Are there exceptions? There are still so many things he's unaware of. At least the egg is secure in its incubator on his back. It has nowhere else to go.
Maybe they'd prefer him to have his Kakuna held instead of swaying against his hip? Or maybe they'd want his Joltik to be in a pokeball instead of asleep in his shirt pocket?
He sucks in his bottom lip, scraping his teeth against it as he debates his options. His eyes scan the entrance, his eyes lighting on a green uniform. Looking around himself as he walks towards the Subway employee, he takes note of the different platforms and tracks.
"Excuse me," Dante says, slipping into the same pace as the employee, "I was wondering if I could ask some questions? I'm new here."
The employee glances over at him, then slows to a stop. Dante follows suit. "Galar?"
... that was the place Shield and Sword was focused on, wasn't it? A british one? Close enough. "Yes. We only had the one train and... I just want to know about the train etiquette here."
They raise their eyebrow at him. "What kind of train etiquette are you talking about? I'm sure it's the same everywhere."
Dante shakes his head, thinking about the trains at home. "No, no pokemon were allowed outside of their pokeballs while in public transit. I wanted to know if it's the same here."
They frown thoughtfully at him. "Interesting, I've never heard of that happening before, but then again, I've never been to Galar before..." they trail off, their eyes sliding away in thought. They shake their head and focus on him. "You can take any pokemon on the train out of their pokeball within reason. They can't go on if they can't fit, and any pokemon that oozes or has a smell must be kept in their pokeball."
"Makes sense. Thank you."
The Subway employee bobs their head at them and continues walking. Dante, on the other hand, continues to stand there. He looks down at Beau. His eyes squint up at him and vibrates in question when he notices Dante looking at him. "I might have to hold you when we're on the train, buddy." Beau makes a displeased noise in return. "You wouldn't be comfortable otherwise. I could always put you in your pokeball instead--" Beau hisses, "--okay, I won't do that, but you can't stay on my belt the whole time. Right now is fine, but you'll be bumping into a lot of metal if you stay where you are." Beau vibrates unhappily. Dante sighs. "Fine, we'll do it your way first." He reaches down and strokes the Kakuna. Beau chirps.
He couldn't have all his pokemon out. Aspen would have to stay in her pokeball for now.
He straightens up and heads towards the tracks heading to Mistralton City. Honestly, he didn't want to head back in the middle of his research, but the nurses there wanted to give him a check up. Why they couldn't just forward his information to another city's hospital was beyond him, but he'd make the trek anyway. It was only a train ride away. He should be back here fairly soo--
Someone shoulder-checks him and he stumbles, reaching out his right arm to quickly rebalance himself. A white glove firmly takes hold of his elbow and steadies him. He straightens, his hands shakily patting down his shirt pocket (Gadget: check) and patting Beau's carapace.
"Are you alright, sir?" the man asks him. He briefly glances at the man, noting his silver sideburns, silver eyes, and smooth features, before he yanks the incubator off his back in a hurry to check on the egg.
"Yeah, thanks for catching me," he says, relief flooding through him when he finishes inspecting the egg through the glass. There are no cracks, and the temperature is still optimal. Strapping it to his back again, he looks back at the man standing there with his hand still outstretched. He gives the man a handshake. "Thank you again; I don't know what I'd do if something happened to my pokemon."
"You're welcome," the man replies. He clears his throat. "Perhaps you should be more vigilant in the future?"
Dante nods. "Yeah, sure." He doesn't bother telling the man that he was watching where he was going. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks. Bye!"
He gives the man in a black collared coat a little salute and goes toward the Mistralton City station.
He doesn't want another repeat performance.
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Hopping off the platform, Dante clips Beau back onto his belt, and straps the incubator onto his back again. Patting himself down to make sure Gadget is still in his shirt pocket (he is; he gives a little chirp in greeting while he peeks out) and that Aspen's pokeball is still secure in his pokeball belt (it is), he makes his way towards the hospital.
open to: vers/bottoms. any relation.taboo welcomed.
“Did you facetime me just to tease me?” He said with a chuckle “I’ll be home soon and you can show me what you bought then” he added, glad the other man decided to call him while he was in the Uber and not in the middle of his meeting “The purple one looks great” he said grinning at the man on the screen.
Dante looked down at the other man and couldn’t help but smirk “Who would’ve thought america’s biggest hero is such a slut for cock?” he asked teasing Steve as he dug his nails on his hips. He moved one of his hands up Steve’s perfectly chiseled body and grabbed his face so he’d look at him straight in the eye “Look at me while you take my dick, baby” he said and licked his lips, thrusting deep inside of the other man. Definitely enjoying the fact that he’d been able to charm his way inside of Steve and he contrast between what he presented to the outside world and his submissive side behind closed doors.
