"Well that's not a way to look at life, it gets lonely. trust me." he scolded the man as if he was his dad. Because well he was that type of terrible man that gave advice people didn't want or need. "don't have expectations and you can't get disappointed." the words escaped like a jail break without much thought. Truly he felt like he was alone in the past and it was miserable, until he just shed the shame and fear, and lived for himself. "Besides you have your pokemon. I've had mine since I started my career." Spyro looked back at his elder pokemon; ludicolo. He had been with him for over twenty years. He was old but he had a lot of energy still and brought joy, and it appeared that the human and ghost were enjoying it.

"you like to cu-" before he could finish the sentence he was taken off guard by the kiss that was placed on his lips. Rally made the first move so...fuck it. His hand held the mans chin. As they passed their brief passion, a smirk cracked at the corner of the kiss. It was a pleasant passion, did it feel a bit misplaced...no? Was a mutual attraction definitely. Or maybe it would be a brief desire. Though he had to admit, it felt good to be desired by someone younger than himself. Eventually he pulled away and gave, charming, sultry, starstruck eyes, "I was going to say cup a feel. But you went for it. " he leaned over pulling him back, "I must admit I like that in man." he kissed him back, "daddy....likey" the word escaped with his breath, his well maintain beard rubbing against the smooth chin.

Ha. "Daddy" was falling like a domino, and Rally was going to make sure it all came tumbling down, one by one. He pulled back from the kiss and peeled back his dress shirt he wore over his regular T-shirt. It was tossed over his shoulder, briefly falling onto the frying pan full of pizza, before sliding down the side of the stove and landing on the floor.

"You like swimming. I'll show you a good breast stroke, if you show me how strong your legs are."

Rally exited the stand and made his way towards the edge of the walkway, towards the desert habitat. All the while, he peeled off his clothes, until he was left with nothing but swimming trunks. (Red and yellow with a Darmanitan face on the rear. Nova picked them out for him.) He put a foot to the railings, then jumped forward. He fell over the edge, and the sound of splashing water could be heard.

Nova was a good Pokemon. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he always encouraged his trainer. While Rally dove into the water, this Gastly was going to improve the meal. Mimicking its trainer, it grabbed a nearby box of... something, wrapped its tongue and around it, and threw it into the frying pan.

The downside for Spyro was that he was easy to mold and use. He could be controlled with the smallest of things. Even as a young man he was fickle, but he was passionate. His emotions and love burned like a supernova. Spyro couldn't say he never felt anything for the people he slept with, rather he felt a lot, but he understood moments fleeted away from him and burned into pleasant memories. Of course any older man felt desirable when young people thought they were still attractive, it was the ultimate form of flattery. But this was most likely just a rise of hormones between them.

As the other undressed, Spyro watched with lustful eyes that checked out every fine line on Rally's body, and he too followed behind him with a agonizingly slow walk. It was meant to be so he could stare at the other, to indulge himself in something sweet and sour. "those are adorable," he commented on how cute the swimming gear was. "Oh the swimming cloths. but your butt too. very nice very. very very nice!" he had to compliment, if you had it flaunt it. For Spyro he simply just stripped down, to nothing and went into the pool, with a slow and steady walk. Every muscle of his body defined. Not a single mark out of place, almost too perfect.


F2B

The "pool," such as it was, was actually an open section that lead to the aquarium tank. Sinking below the surface would bring them into a tank, where they could be observed by any watching patrons. Luckily, there were no other customers that day. No one but Shiv would be watching this show.

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After a pleasant thirty-eight minutes, the two men would leave the pool. An elevator would bring them back up to the walkway, and thanks to the quick thinking of a certain Baltoy, two towels would be left for them on the railing.

Rally brought a towel to his sopping wet hair. "Well, that was fun. But if you end up telling anyone what we did, I might have to tell the press about what just went down."

And boom went the dynamite. It was a bold statement, but Rally had the man by the cajones. That's right, the domino fell and he played his hand: blackmail. If Spyro told anyone about their tryst, Rally would tell them about the tryst. Admittedly, Rally was not good at critical thinking. But in that moment, he could only bask in the surprising intricacy of his plan.

(Un)luckily for them, the smell of food would greet them. A pizza was placed on the table, waiting for them to take a bite. One slice, however, was missing: Nova held it on its tongue, and it was trying to push it against the Psyduck's face to make it eat the food.

Bon appetit

It was amazing, refreshing, like a starbucks refresher. Somehow he felt more relaxed, more at ease, and somehow had his heads in the clouds. Those thirty minutes was energizing and made his mood filled with an impossible amount of bliss. Spyro knew this was something he didn't feel after most people, it was something new. A weird connection that he didn't want to let escape him. It was fleeting like a crack heads high, and he was willing to chase it. Spyro slowly followed behind the man- which he was deemed now- unfortunately, but luckily for Rally, he was still soaked, and had to put his dry cloths on over his wet body. Making it cling to him like paper mache. 

"that was a bless, " the celebrity whispered as he caught up with the brunette, his arms wrapping around his chest and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Spyro's pokemon were used to it by this point, and they knew what happened; far from stupid, they had been with him long enough to know the difference. But the bright and warming smile that echoed on his face, "haha" he laughed at the empty threat. "You do that...but they're going to want pictures of us...intimate and together....and I have no shame having....closeness with a younger man." he walked away and moved to take a bite of the desert.

The slice after the F2B was even more of a charming infatuation, because the man could COOK. Something he couldn't do to save the life of him. The blue eyes looked like a child eating their first piece of birthday cake and swinging their legs because their feet couldn't touch the floor. "Come here take a bite of mine," he was too close, maybe getting too attached. "you should teach me!"

First of all, it was thirty-eight minutes. Second, Spyro's explanation quickly brought to light the major holes in Rally's blackmail plan: if Rally revealed their affair, it would reveal their affair. In retrospect, it should have been obvious. But you don't think of these things in the heat of the moment. And there was a lot of heat.

But then again, this might have been a blessing in disguise. As he sat down with the man and bit into Spyro's crust, his mind was already wracked with new ideas. It was a multi-step plan:

1. Keep up the affair.
2. Film or take pictures of the affair.
3. If Spyro tries to out him, he leaks the pictures. No one would believe Spyro's side because he wouldn't have the evidence.

Of course, this strategem would require him to gain Spyro's trust. That meant several weeks, or even months of playing the part. For starters, he'd have to invite him out and learn more about him. A trip to the oceanic museum seemed like a good place to meet, given Spyro's affinity for Water types.

Yes, this could work out nicely.

"I'll teach you the recipe," Rally told him. "But only if you take me to that museum in Slateport sometime. And you'll need to get yourself a speedo, for the next time you come over to swim. I don't want my Pokemon seeing anything."

Also, Nova was still trying to force-feed Psyduck.

Poor Psyduck wanted the food, but was soo off put by the ghost type that his spine shivered. Each time the dessert pizza was force fed to him, but at one point his belly growled, and he opened his mouth and clamped down on the tongue to eat the slice. Spyro on the other hand couldn't be bothered by controversy as he was too old to care about it. He had nothing to lose besides a huge ass company worth billions, but he had enough money laying around that any punishment didn't bother him. truly. Zero fucks to give about any negatives that came along with it.

His puffy cheeks only merged into his smile as the other took a bite of his food, "Mmmmm I'd love to learn it," he nodded slowly, "I'd burn it as I don't have the skills but I'm sure you're delicate framework can teach and oaf like me," Legit he'd ruin every little bit of food that ever entered his over. Spyros hand pulled the food away and used his thumb to wipe away some that got on the others lip, and licked it off his thumb. "If you want to call it a date sure!" he exclaimed, "You'd love it, but I'd say that swimming out in the ocean is a real way to see water history. You get to see all the lost shipwrecks. It's a very personal experience; just two people exploring the unknown with each other," his hand moved to draw a circle on the table as if he was completely lost in the thought.

"Well what's the point? you're gonna strip me anyways," he winked playfully laughing at him to keep it light and flirty, "But I don't think any of my speedos would be nearly as cute as you in one, Those Darumantian ones. were so cute and pure! " Gentle compliments escaped his lips, "I didn't take you for a man to wear cute cloths." he even gave a devious smirk, as pervy brows furrowed. "are you gonna surprise me next with teddiursa panties?" it was a joke, A JOKE he hoped the man wouldn't mind it. 

Rally put a hand to his chin. "Actually, a shipwreck sounds pretty cool. And it could be a good place to find Water or Ghost types."

Once again, he failed to catch on to the hints Spyro was dropping; he was too busy imagining underwater adventures. Would they find, like, waterlogged corpses? He always imagined there would be a ton of those around Hoenn; Hoenn gave off this vibe that its waters were filled with dead bodies. He didn't know why, but they did.

Spyro said something about panties, but Rally was too busy thinking about the corpses to think about a proper answer. So, he just went with whatever he had in his head. "Yeah, I have a pair. Go ahead and borrow them. Have you ever found something really messed up in the ocean before?"

If they found treasure, would that be looting from the dead? Or does that not apply if they aren't touching it? Now Rally's own hand was rimming the table, and it found its way on top of Spyro's.

Clearly his comment was completely ignored, which was sad because he thought it was kind of funny. Even if Rally didn't fully listen to his perverted question and gave a dismissive yes, he had to keep it categorized for later. Mainly because he had ideas that brewed in his head to make the other flustered and to poke and probe his brain and twisted self reflective ego. Nevertheless he had joy in seeing the other's eyes light up at the idea of an adventure in the unseen depths. Most people reacted this way because what remained in the see was usually left relatively untouched.

"Well maybe nothing world changing," his minds eye left him as memories literaly flooded his brain. "There was a lost warship. A couple of skeletons were scary to see the first time...Sadly the person is long dead and the body was gone. But the ship itself....was breath taking. I'll have to take you there," he commented and pulled out his phone, "Here is my phone number, work number, my home address and my office," he grinned as he never gave just a regular person his personal contact information. "Please call and text me whenever your free, and I can get the equipment ready. And maybe we can have a dinner afterwards....on me," Fine dining was a whole new level. But at the same time nothing was better then a private meal, maybe on the beach with a drink he indeed could make without screwing up.

"So what you say? Is it a date? Or a work date if you'd rather, we can find some pokemon to fill your aquarium."

Many good offers on the table, especially the part about the warship. But also, catching Water Pokemon. However, the mention of a date had Rally wheeling back down to Earth. 

"It's not a date," Rally told the man. "What we're doing is having fun. Don't make it weird."

Harsh, but there you go. He had to cover his bases here, for obvious reasons. However, he did end this by bringing a slice of pizza to Spyro's lips.