CYOA 2 – To The Victor Go The Spoils – Chapter 19: Taking It Easy

Last time: Hanzo won his gym battle fair and square. It left him and his Pokémon bruised and exhausted but in the end he was the victor and Magikarp evolved into a Gyarados – with his very own name now, too!

Content/warning: Big dick humiliation; dirty talk

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“...Miss Song has contacted me about your choice of Pokémon, but quite frankly I can’t find anything wrong with it when you are achieving results. Since you now have a Gyarados and will no longer shame our gym, I am willing to let it go this time, Hanzo.

…You did well.”

His father’s words that Hanzo still is not sure whether they were a scolding or praise, keep repeating in his mind. While they do sour his mood as to the obvious insult to his erstwhile Magikarp, he can’t help but feel… proud.

It is not often that he can force his father to a few short words of praise and he hopes they will travel toward Genji as well just so he will finally shut up and stop rubbing his achievements in Hanzo’s face.

Therefore it might not have been the most mature thing to laconically reply with ‘I am humbled to have been the first in our family to bring us the honor of a Gyarados’ but it had felt good then… and it still feels good now when he reminds himself of his father’s tight mouth and the faint red splotches appearing on his cheeks.

A small splash of water against his legs has him jump, hands flailing to hook his fingers under one of Zeus’ thick protective plates to hold on.

He turns to peer behind him at Lúcio who has Politoed sitting on his lap, gripping it like a stuffed animal. It is an interesting development that the wild Pokémon lets itself be touched, all in all (and looking quite content at it) – but for now he is fixed on the sight of Lúcio looking a bit… unwell.

“Not a fan of open water?” he calls back. Zeus has picked up quite the pace and it feels like the wind is ripping the words from his mouth even before he utters them. Lúcio’s dark eyes search for his and he shrugs his shoulders a little.

“I think I prefer Lapras!” he calls back. “More surfaces to cling to!”

Hanzo nods and turns back around. He can understand it; but while the first half hour had been quite… distressing, he now feels like he’s more in rhythm with Zeus’ movements and the water splashing around them.

It is fun… and Zeus seems to enjoy himself immensely.

Hanzo wonders if other Gyarados are as gentle as his, but from what he can tell about their reputation, Zeus might be quite the outlier.

It’s all the better for them, he supposes; this way they don’t have to fight to stay on in addition with keeping their breakfast down.

.oOo.

They see Akala Island long before they arrive. The island seems to not get bigger for the longest time until suddenly they’re there, skirting around the beaches to find the best spot to arrive.

There are people swimming and bathing in the sun; quite a few surfers are there as well, waving at them as they approach.

Lúcio must have forgotten about his qualms about falling off because suddenly he is a lot closer to Hanzo and points at all the places that excite him.

“Oh, that’s the resort! I heard there are so many delicious restaurants there and tons of wild Pokémon just chilling in the streets – oh shit can you see the theme park on the other side?!”

Hanzo doesn’t say anything but he is quietly smiling and feels himself relaxing. It’s hard to be neurotic when in such a gorgeous paradise.

.oOo.

“Holy… damn… you know, I kinda forgot that you were the heir of a gym leader until you pulled out all that cold, hard cash to buy us luxury goddamn rooms,” Lúcio exclaims as he throws himself down on his bed, arms akimbo. “Remind me to suck your cock later,” he mumbles into the soft pillow.

Hanzo throws him a weird little glance but doesn’t comment. He hadn’t really considered himself rich until Lúcio freaked out about the hotel lobby he had pulled him into. He doesn’t know whether he should be proud or self-conscious but in the end it doesn’t matter either way. Lúcio is happy, so… he… is happy. It’s a good feeling.

He keeps playing with his Pokéballs which he isn’t aware of until Lúcio points it out.

“Hey, how about I go and check out the area a little and you spend some good ol’ quality time with your team, huh? We’ll reconvene for dinner or something. You can treat us to something awesome and I’ll bump the cocksucking up to something of your choice.”

Lúcio just… says these things with no worry about who might hear them. Hanzo can see in the easy grin on his face that he means it, too. He doesn’t give a fuck and it is honestly refreshing. It reminds him not to take himself too seriously.

“Good plan,” he says. They bump their fists together and Lúcio makes his way out of their room with a spring in his step and a song playing from the small speaker he has attached to his waist, Politoed dancing after him.

Hanzo moves out onto the large balcony overlooking a downright tropical and seemingly endless backyard. He leans on the railing for a moment, just looking into the trees. The longer he watches, the more Pokémon he sees; most of which are Slakoth, though he does see a Tropius moving about briefly as well.

Once he feels like he has settled down some, he grabs Goomy’s Pokéball and releases it onto the balcony with him. As the bright light forms into his newest Pokémon, he once again gets a thrill of excitement seeing just how large it is. He has no idea why it is the way it is but… he is excited to have it on his team either way.

If Zeus taught him anything then that it is very worth putting time and effort into weak Pokémon.

Goomy is ducked down, its antennae pressed down over its eyes.

“Uhm. Hello,” Hanzo says cautiously. None of his other Pokémon are timid like this; in fact, they’re all rather self-sufficient and outspoken. Goomy and him could make a surprisingly good team; or it could be a complete disaster. “You don’t need to be afraid. Nothing is going to happen.”

He feels so awkward trying to be comforting. He pulls a chair closer and sits down in front of the huge Goomy, watching it peek out under its antennae.

“...Kikuri is not here at the moment. You’re safe,” he assures it, which seems to do the trick at making it stop trembling.

He reaches out and gently pats Goomy’s head. The motion elicits wet little ‘pat pat’ sounds that make him smile despite himself. He usually is not one for getting messy but… there is something entrancing about touching the soft, squishy body of a Goomy.

“You will be just fine,” he says in a low voice. “I know you will go on to do great things.”

.oOo.

Hanzo spends more time with Goomy until he is fairly sure that it isn’t terrified for its life anymore. During that time he gets to know it a little better; like the fact that it enjoys sour fruits that make it shudder all over and its soft rounded body briefly grow spikes that look sharp to the touch but are actually very springy.

The sight and feel reminds him of his little tryst with Miss Song, however, so he does not touch them again, feeling all hot and weird and conflicted in his stomach.

He also finds out that Goomy is young despite its size, and male which while not something too interesting makes him think of Kikuri again and how he is unwittingly gathering a harem for her. Given her animosity toward Goomy he had almost been certain he had another female on his hands, but apparently it is just Goomy’s shy nature that had sparked her to be especially cantankerous.

Yes… he will need to find out what to do with her and her attitude.

Once he gets the feeling that Goomy has settled down some more and is starting to get comfortable with the thought of now having a trainer instead of spending his time out in the wild with the horde of Goomy that had been protecting him, he goes to investigate Akala Island some more.

He hasn’t practiced his riding in a while, so he unhooks the bridle he had gotten from Cole from his backpack and gets to it. King seems happy to get out of his Pokéball after the comparatively long travel on Zeus had kept him inside for so long.

People keep turning their heads to watch Hanzo riding his shiny Ponyta which makes him all self-conscious while King is prancing more and more the more eyes he feels on him.

It’s alright. He keeps telling himself that there is nothing to worry about right now; he’s got three gym badges already and his first Pokémon has evolved into something even his father has had to express his pride over.

Things are looking good.

He rides along one of the beaches, letting Ponyta run while secretly holding on to his fiery mane so he wouldn’t fall off. They pause at a tiny café with little traffic where he gets himself a snack and lets his Pokémon out to play.

Maddox buries himself in the sand, Goomy stays close to his side, and Kikuri lays on her back and lets the sun warm her belly and chest. Zeus splashes about in the shallow water and while he exudes an aura of peacefulness, his size and face keep other beach goers from coming too close which suits Hanzo just perfectly.

It’s… idyllic and beautiful. The only thing missing is…

He plays with his phone for a good few minutes before he finally pulls up Cole’s contact and sends him a message. It’s a bit embarrassing… he’s never been the one to contact Cole first. Usually it’s the dirty cowboy sending him thirst messages or naughty pictures that Hanzo pretends annoy him but he actually carefully saves in an extra folder on his phone.

What are you doing right now?

He expects there not to be a reply any time soon, Cassidy does have some work to do around his farm, after all, but before he can darken the screen of his phone, he sees a few dots appearing to indicate that Cassidy is writing back.

Oh, you know… out and about.

The dots appear again before he can figure out what he should answer to that.

How’re you doing, sweetheart?

His brain supplies Hanzo with Cole’s deep voice and how he softens the endings of most words into a comfortable drawl. It makes him shudder in a very good way, tucking his knees up to his chest.

He lifts his phone and takes a picture of the glistening water, the beach, and Gyarados playing in the shallows, sending it to Cole with the caption ‘What do you think?’.

The answer coming back is highly gratifying.

Wait what? where are are you? I thought you were fighting Hana?

Is that your Magikarp? It evolved??? why didn’t you tell me, sweetheart?

is that Akala island?

Hanzo bites the tip of his tongue, trying to keep a grin off his face even though there is nobody to watch him.

I am on Akala, yes. My Magikarp evolved during my gym fight. I won.

Holy crap that is good to hear. congrats!

Hanzo smiles into the back of his knee. Of course getting praised by the literal current champion of the region is feeling a bit weird considering the fight would have been pretty trivial for him… but it is still nice to hear.

we should celebrate it

Hanzo hums softly to himself. He had been anticipating Cole saying as much, so he replies without much delay: Yes. I will contact you later from my hotel room. I am in the mood to see you perform.

🥵

u r making me all hot and bothered, babe

He snorts softly as he stares at the little emoji that Cole had sent back.

Just be prepared.

He sees Cole starting to type again, undoubtedly with something lewd, trying to rile Hanzo up, but he gets ahead of him, switching the conversation topic completely.

What are you doing? I had anticipated you to work right now but apparently you are idle. Don’t tell me you were waiting for me to text you.

That, for some reason, elicits a longer pause in their conversation. When after three minutes there still is no indication that he is starting to type, he puts his phone away for now and keeps looking over the glistening water.

Zeus has twisted himself on his back, lying in the shallows as if he were driftwood, the sun warming his belly.

He feels his phone vibrating against his hip and pulls it back out to see that Cole has sent him a picture. On it, he can see a Pokémon’s back, sitting at the edge of what looks like a rocky cliff.

It’s easy to recognize the Braviary, the starburst of feathers giving it a round head is too distinct not to.

It is in all rights a beautiful picture; but Hanzo shudders nonetheless.

Bird Pokémon… yuck.

Just beneath the picture comes another text from Cole.

Getting the team back together :)

.oOo.

Hanzo can’t quite bring himself to look at Lúcio as he tells him what he has in mind over their dinner. They’re sitting at the very edge of a restaurant’s outside area but he still has his voice lowered so much that Lúcio has to lean in to hear him.

He knows, intellectually, that his request is not completely out there and that Lúcio might actually quite enjoy it… but the longer he is on this journey the clearer it becomes to him that he is just incapable of expressing his own desires when it isn’t in the form of him ordering someone around. Like Cole.

Predictably, he needn’t have been worried. Lúcio is not interrupting him once, slowing down his eating as he leans in, listening intently.

When Hanzo is finished, Lúcio’s eyes are excited. He’s even a little out of breath as he says: “I can do that! I’d love to do that, actually!” He puts his fork away and reaches out, grasping one of Hanzo’s hands to weave their fingers together as if they were a couple. He leans in even closer, if possible, voice lowered in conspiracy.

“Okay so… do you want to give the commands or should I?”

Hanzo licks his lips, pressing his knees together beneath the table. The tingling that had started along his spine after texting with Cassidy has become stronger now. He really wants this.

“Actually I thought to let him call the shots. For a while. I don’t want him to think he’s got too much power so one of us might have to take over…”

“Yeah. Yeah! That’s such a hot idea! Oh damn, this is going to be awesome. It’s a first for me too, you know. But I bet it’ll be great. I’ll make you come so hard – he’s going to be so jealous!”

Lúcio honestly sounds excited, letting go of Hanzo to rub his hands together.

Hanzo flushes, part embarrassed, part pleased that his proposition has been received so enthusiastically. He still peers around, almost expecting one of the other guests to turn around and stare at him with a disapproving glance; as if anybody knew that he would let himself get fucked by Lúcio just to drive home to Cole that he didn’t get to do the same…

He swallows hard, barely catching how Lúcio urges him to eat and drink properly.

As he obediently does so, he can’t help but obsessively wonder about Cole’s reaction to it all.

It could go any which way, honestly; he seems easy-going enough to be just as happy with the idea as Lúcio – but maybe he really wasn’t into showing himself off to guys he only met for a few minutes…

.oOo.

He needn’t have worried, of course.

While Cole looks confused when the video call starts and he sees Lúcio and Hanzo next to each other on the bed, he immediately is interested when Hanzo says that Lúcio would like to… celebrate with them.

It’s then that Cole takes a step back, showing that he, too, is not in his usual room… as well that he is not wearing a shirt.

Hanzo can hear Lúcio mumbling ‘nice’ next to him. He is focused on the sight of Cassidy’s hairy chest and broad shoulders, just… enjoying it for a moment before he nods.

The balcony door is open to let in the fragrant air of this beautiful, tropical night. Tomorrow, Hanzo will have to search for the gym leader of this place and introduce himself… but the next day feels very far away right now.

.oOo.

Cassidy is not simply shirtless, they realize very quickly – he’s not wearing anything at all which he shows proudly as he takes a few steps back to rearrange his room, his heavy cock swinging between his strong thighs; visibly interested in the proceedings.

Hanzo’s mouth goes dry thinking about his last encounter with Cole… stuffing his cock down his throat until he is choking on it.

He tries to keep his eyes as much as possible on the screen while Lúcio starts to pull his clothes off for him; gentle but eager, pulling Hanzo’s shirt over his head instead of taking the time to unbutton it. Obviously he doesn’t stay quiet, though.

“Wow, you really don’t give a shit who sees you naked, huh? Same! Hanzo’s told me a few things about you but seeing that thing for real is really something.”

Cole has pulled a table closer so he can lean his ass against it and still see what’s happening on the video screen. They could have done this with their phones, but there is just something exciting about using the wall-mounted video phones that are in pretty much every space.

His face is just settling into a broad, cocky grin when Lúcio continues: “Too bad you can’t use the it, huh?”

Cole’s face goes slack as the question sinks in, his cheeks gaining a good bit of color. Hanzo holds his breath as well, looking at Lúcio in surprise. He’s not really someone to be mean, so…

“Hey now-”

“I mean he doesn’t let you hop on, does he?” Lúcio croons. He curls an arm around Hanzo’s ribs, one hand feeling up his naked chest. “He’s super easy for just about anybody as far as I could tell but he doesn’t let you fuck him? So you must be like… super bad.”

Oh… oh that’s… Hanzo flushes hot with embarrassment and a sudden rush of arousal. He keeps looking at Lúcio for a moment, shocked and turned on, then looks toward Cassidy whose face is doing all sorts of fun things… all the while his cock twitches, filling with more blood and trying so hard to lift itself under its own weight-

“Think I’m adequate enough,” Cole finally drawls when he’s shaken off the shock, one hand sliding down to curl around his dick. He’s pumping it slowly but then stops and just holds on to it, thumb pulling back on the generous slip of foreskin, revealing the broad, rust red tip. Hanzo’s mouth runs dry. He remembers well how good it had felt to slip his tongue underneath Cassidy’s hood and slurp until everything is messy and wet… “Think he’s just a bit afraid o’ how big I am.”

His heavy lidded eyes slide over to Hanzo, making him feel like he’s pinned to the spot, his heart racing.

Lúcio is pinches his nipple, breaking is focus on Cole. He snaps out of it with a gasp, head turning to stare at his friend.

“Maybe. Maybe he’s afraid of how big it is and how bad you are at using it, though,” Lúcio croons back. It sounds playful, but just-so. He sounds as if he’s done situations like this one a million times already. It’s… comforting, in a way. Like Hanzo can just sit back and enjoy the ride because Lúcio knows how to steer this.

“You got a toy where you are?” Lúcio asks. He takes his hand off of Hanzo and stands, starting to get rid off his own clothes.

“...No…”

“Then get some lotion. I think Hanzo’d like to watch you try and get off while we get ready. Give him a little show…”

Cole licks his lips, thumb swiping over his fat crown as if he hasn’t heard at all. In the end he does push away from the table he’s leaning against, though, and moves out of the room.

Lúcio turns to Hanzo and grabs his face, thumbs dragging over his cheekbones.

“You good? This how you imagined?”

Hanzo almost laughs. He shakes his head. “I… would not have been able to anticipate this. But I like it a lot.”

Lúcio looks giddy, nodding along as he urges Hanzo to get naked.

It dosn’t take long until he’s kneeling on the bed, though he insists on turning so he can properly watch as Cole uses whatever lotion he’s found in the hotel bathroom to slather his cock with. His big hand is shaking the slightest amount, the veins in the back of it stark visible as he curls his fingers around his dick and slowly moves his fist along his shaft.

Hanzo watches, mouth running dry. He wishes Cassidy weren’t so far away so he could at least suck on the silky foreskin while Lúcio and he tease him-

“Well you know how to pleasure yourself at least, so that’s something,” Lúcio chirps. He sounds so happy-go-lucky and not at all like he is rudely telling another guy how bad he is at using his cock.

“Though honestly it’s a bit baffling to me that you should be too bad to satisfy this one. You know he’s got fucked by a bunch of sailors, right? Like he just took it and he loved it a whole lot. Seemed to me like he only needs a cock in his general vicinity to be happy…”

Hanzo is flushing so hot; he feels like he’s breaking out in sweat all over as he lets his head fall forward and buries his face in his arms so he wouldn’t have to look at anybody.

Lúcio is behind him, one hand on the small of his back, easily guiding the tip of his cock to his hole and dragging it over his rim again and again. The feeling makes him go light headed with how badly he wants to get filled.

From across of them comes a kind of spluttering noise as Cassidy grapples with the situation. Eventually he rasps: “Y-Yeah… Saw some of the pictures.”

“And you were jealous, right? Cause he spreads ‘em legs for anybody but you. Hehe~”

Lúcio sounds so goddamn happy, albeit slightly out of breath as he slowly begins to push into Hanzo. The stretch is good; it burns a little despite the slick Lúcio had procured from… somewhere. The details are a bit hazy as he tries to relax, breathing more heavily through his mouth, ready for the delicious feeling of a shaft sliding into him long and steady-

Only that it doesn’t. Lúcio stops just where Hanzo’s rim is spread around the widest part of his glans.

Goosebumps race over his body as he struggles to wrap his head around the fact that he’s not being fucked right now.

Instead, Lúcio makes sure to not let him push back impatiently and spear himself on cock. His breath hitches. He lifts his head and peers over his shoulder, confused and borderline upset while his rim mouths desperately around Lúcio’s glans.

“There, look at that! He’s so desperate for dick, holy shit. And you seriously want to tell me you didn’t get to stretch this cunt on your cock? What the Hell, man?”

“Damn, he does look desperate for it, doesn’t he?” Cole rasps. His usually smooth, deep voice makes Hanzo’s nipples tingle. He peers back at the screen, his gaze locking with Cole’s for a moment. He wonders if he looks as brain dead as he feels in this moment, obsessing over the intense stretch without any of the delicious fullness that he’s craving.

The way Cassidy hisses through his crooked teeth makes him think that yes; he does look just that brain dead.

“Feels desperate, too,” Lúcio hums in agreement. Just when Hanzo thinks he will finally push further in… he pulls out again.

He groans, struggling to get up on his hands instead of just his forearms and arches his back downward, offering up his hole as best he can. There has to be something he can do to-

“Just look at him gagging for it! I didn’t do anything and he’s already trying to bend over backwards just to get me to stick it in. Seriously, dude, what the Hell did you do? Like you must have been so damn bad that even this cockwhore doesn’t want anything to do with your dick.”

Hanzo is staring at Cole; watching how his mouth opens, closes, then opens again on a soft little ‘o’, his jaw slack and his fist all the tighter around his ruddy cock. Hanzo would kill right now to get his hands on it. His mouth. He would do a whole damn lot to get Cassidy to fuck him in this moment, especially when Lúcio starts to push in once more, halting just before that sweet release of Hanzo’s rim slipping over the ridge of his glans.

Hanzo’s fingers turn to claws, digging into the bedding, a low catty yowl crooning out of his chest. He hadn’t even known he was capable of such sounds.

“Damn… Just listen to ‘im,” Cole rasps. “Would’ve loved to pull ‘im on my cock over and over and over again… get him tuckered out until he didn’t know his own damn name.”

Hanzo’s gaze flicks up again toward the screen, staring at Cassidy. He… hadn’t really known about that. Sure, Cole had kept crooning all those filthy little nothings at him, trying to get him to spread his legs; but the emotion that is swinging in his deep, crooning voice right now is hitting him all kinds of weird – and good.

He licks his lips, goosebumps making his skin feel too tight for him. Too sensitive.

Lúcio pulls out again, driving him insane.

“Uh-huh? But he didn’t let you, did he?”

And he pushes in… giving Hanzo just the tip yet again. He’s starting to chew on his tongue, his back arching up, then down, trying to push back and not able to because Lúcio’s hands are surprisingly strong and relentless. He feels like a horse that is about to buck.

Cassidy barks out a rough laugh, his head sinking back, showing off the gorgeous stretch of his body; so long and broad with coarse hair all over his front. He looks so different than Lúcio and Hanzo… so damn sturdy. Like Hanzo could ride him for hours and he’d just take it and keep crooning at him how well he’s doing-

Damn.

“No fuckin’ chance,” he croaks out, his fist twitching on his cock and starting to move faster, wrist twisting whenever he comes to the tip to roughly drag his palm across it. The swear sounds too hard for Cassidy’s usual vernacular but it’s not like Hanzo is in a position to worry about it while Lúcio is driving him insane by just fucking him on the tip of his cock and not giving him more. “Is a little control freak, that one. Didn’t let me put a toe out of line without him knowin’ about it and lettin’ me make up for it…” Cassidy’s gaze is burning into Hanzo’s face. It makes him feel jumpy; like he has to hide his expression from him so he wouldn’t see how blitzed out he already is just from a bit of… is it still foreplay? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anything anymore.

“Was damn hot,” he continues roughly. By now he is fully hard from what Hanzo can tell, his thumb pressing over the swollen tip of his cock while he grabs his sac with the other, gently rolling his heavy balls around. It looks so good… Hanzo wants to get his hands on him; more than he wanted to when he actually could-

Lúcio suddenly rams all the way home and all the nerves in Hanzo’s body seem to light up bright and sharp. He’s not sure if he makes a sound but he must have, he thinks as he grapples with the feeling of fullness, back arched and shoulders lowered to the bed. He’s acting like a cat in heat but he wouldn’t have been able to change it even if he wanted to. He’s focused on the way his hole is burning in the best possible way, stretched around Lúcio’s shaft, belly filled with cock… and he just knows that he would feel close to splitting in half if this actually were Cole.

He wants it so badly, he could cry. He holds on to the edge of the bed, fingers digging in tight, blood rushing in his ears while Lúcio suddenly just fucks him as if he hadn’t been teasing him with just the tip for the longest time.

His thrusts are fast and hard, hips slapping against Hanzo’s ass and making him feel the jiggle of his cheeks traveling up his back somehow. His brain is blank for the longest time, just him brainlessly holding on while he gets fucked in front of his crush.

Crush?

Y-Yeah… yeah, he kind of… yeah. He somewhat lifts his head to peer toward the video of Cassidy jerking off to the sight of him getting serviced by someone else. His hirsute body is flushed a ruddy red, though not as dark as his cock is in his fist. The tip is shining and a long line of sticky fluid stretches from his piss slit down to the ground; drooling just from getting shown what a slut Hanzo is for everybody but him.

“Purrs like a kitten and I didn’t even do much. Just needs a dick to be happy, dude.”

Lúcio sounds a little out of breath, but not like he’s going to stop any time soon. “Maybe he just wanted to see what he can dish out before you snap, huh? Maybe he wanted you to get a bit rough with him. Grab him and put him in his place. I could see him being a freak for it, you know. He likes a bit of pain.”

Hanzo has barely processed the words before he feels the sting of a slap delivered to his thigh. His thighs feel like jelly all of a sudden, knees sliding along the sheets until Lúcio has to lean over him to keep his cock where it is because he’s damn near spreadeagle on the mattress.

Lúcio brackets him in with his arms, giving a few experimental thrusts. Like this, Hanzo is forced to bounce on the bed which only heightens the sensation of a cock slamming into him.

“Like, you gotta try this, man! He’s actually insane; feels so tight on your dick…”

“I bet he does,” Cole rasps. The sound of his voice is driving Hanzo crazy. He looks up at him again, helpless not to do so and almost chokes on his tongue at the intensity of Cassidy’s stare. “Bet he’s a perfect li’l cockwhore. Might just try ‘im out next time we see each other.

Just might do that.”

.oOo.

Hanzo in all honesty should go and introduce himself to the island’s gym leader, but for once in his life, he is too lazy to do it. He’s lying at the beach, stretched out in the morning sun and basking in the feeling of being nice and fucked out.

His Pokémon are scattered around him once more, eating the breakfast he has brought for them.

They’re not as alone as he would have thought, though; the water is not as calm as it had been yesterday afternoon and as a result even more surfers have come out to catch the waves as they were.

He doesn’t pay them too much attention until their excited shouting becomes just too loud and raucous to ignore. Sitting up, he looks over to see a few of them have gathered at the edge of the water and are jumping up and down, arms waving through the air.

Following their gazes, he is stunned to see a veritable giant on a massive surfboard. He has no idea how the man stays afloat but there he is, surfing at a speed that makes Hanzo think of an incoming train.

Only when the man comes a bit closer does Hanzo notice that he is surprisingly old as well… and suddenly remembers what the Akala Island gym leader looks like.

“What the… are there no normal gym leaders out there?” he whispers.

Next time: Hanzo meets with Reinhardt, the gym leader of Akala Island! Gym leader and gym are completely different to what he is used to. Will he be able to overcome his first task anyway?!