"Anything you can spot from up there?" rang out the Floatzel's voice, inquisitively.

Hisoka brought the branches holding him up within the tree aside and proceeded to hop down to the forest floor with a nimble, silent motion, shaking his head with equally as much noise, much to the displeasure of his water type companion. Franz gestured off to a tree off in the opposite direction of where the Zangoose had just surveyed the area from, and he was back up in a new perch before long, a shape in the distance catching his sharp, scarlet gaze.

"I... I think I can actually see something, Franz..."

The Pokémon on the ground perked up, getting energized from the potential joy of reuniting with those who raised him, and quickly asking for Hisoka to point out the direction in which he'd spotted the object that captured his interest. With a call for the Zangoose to get back on his feet again, they hurriedly travelled over the uneven forest floor, thankfully not tripping themselves up on any tree roots, or each other.

As they ventured towards that which Hisoka had located from within his latest vantage point, in between the mix of lithe and bulky trunks of trees, that distant object became clearer. It was apparent that it was a tent, and that there were multiple ones. Several tables were laid out to the sides of a few tents, and various technology and scientific equipment were strewn atop them. The real confirmation as to what this was came when Franz saw the letters emblazoned about as boldly as they could fit upon the canvas of the tent.

"RWAG"

The Zangoose was pleased to see Franz so happy at the sight, although he was a fair bit perplexed as to what those letters meant. The way the Floatzel's muzzle opened and pushed out a delighted gasp before speeding up his walking pace to much further than it already was provided enough clues to let him in on the significance of those letters to his companion. These certainly had to be the people who raised Franz. Once he'd caught up, Hisoka had discovered that that there was the meaning behind the acronym present underneath those enlarged letters, which, unfortunately, he could not decrypt. Speech alone had always been a challenge for him, and as for reading, he never even had an opportunity to be literate enough to get a grasp on the writing...

"Hisoka, c'mere!"

He'd gotten so distracted by the tent that he hadn't realized Franz was already getting to work on seeing if any of the tent's owners were around... and after he'd caught himself on this thanks to his companion's callout, the Zangoose found himself face to face with one of them. Hisoka poised his head upwards to meet the human's eye, and they were quick to flash a smile and welcoming wave to the normal type. He faintly smiled back, but was definitely side-eyeing Franz to indirectly ask for help with introducing him to this unfamiliar face.

The Floatzel drew a paw to the end of his muzzle, answering to Hisoka's silent request for assistance by clearing his throat and doing the introductions himself. "This is one of the researchers for the Remagon Wildlife Aid Group, or RWAG. They're not someone I recognize, but they'll lead us back to someone that I do know." Franz gave the Zangoose a warm smile to comfort him with, his paws going behind his back as his twin tails swayed alongside them, attempting to get Hisoka to employ what he knew in a conversation with someone other than the Floatzel himself.

Once Franz had finished speaking, Hisoka relocated his head back up to the researcher's face, hesitating briefly, though not making that hesitation all too visible. He wanted to try and make his first impression with those who had raised Franz go alright, even if it was a struggle for him, and Franz didn't directly know this individual... he felt that he needed to, as the Floatzel had always been mindful and genuinely interested in his own family.

"I am Hisoka. It's a pleasure to meet you..." He managed to pull up a lengthier smile than the last one he held onto his expression, the Floatzel's tails gaining a speedier waggling pace, though Hisoka had kept his focus on who he was speaking with, rather than checking to see if Franz was satisfied with the way he introduced himself. Judging by the smile he drew out of the researcher in return for his words, the conversation-shy Pokémon had done so successfully, silently making him ecstatic.

"It's nice to meet you too, Hisoka; allow me to explain a little on who we are for ya." The human reached behind him and grabbed a few spare chairs, him and the two Pokémon all seating themselves before the explanation commenced. "The Remagon Wildlife Aid Group, or RWAG, stems from the Remagon region, and has members all across the world. We are an organization specializing in rehabilitation, conservation, research, public awareness, and rescue of all things wildlife, primarily Pokémon."

The Floatzel gave a nod in response, then turned his head towards Hisoka. "The head of their group is the one who rescued me when I was younger. Remagon's own Professor Pine. While where I was rescued and rehabilitated may not be near Remagon at all, she was still there for me, and stuck around for a vast majority of my early life. She lost her son a few weeks after I got taken in, and once I was all set to be released, I decided I'd take his name."

The conservationist seemed appalled by Franz's story. "You were one of Pine's rescues? Sure sounds like her to not linger around the Remagon Pokémon Lab for long, and instead focus on her rescue facilities..." The man gave a slight chuckle.

Surprisingly, Hisoka was the first to ask the obvious question, tilting his head at the researcher before speaking. "Do you... do you think you could bring Franz and I to... to where Pine is now..?" The Floatzel had his muzzle hang open slightly at this, now wanting to hear the answer to that question as much as Hisoka's concerned expression did.

"Uhm... contacting her should be easy enough, but bringing you out to her may take a while. If you two are fine with resting up in one of our tents here, we'd be happy to keep you fed while you're waiting. That sound alright?" Franz closed his muzzle and it took up a grin in an instant, Hisoka following suit with a less intense smile, but a matching speed to his swaying tails.

The arrangement was soon settled. In three nights, they'd be led out to the nearest roadway, where a RWAG van would be transporting them to the facility Franz was raised... the two Pokémon would share their own tent in the meantime, being provided nourishment by the conservationists working at this site.

...

Later that night, within one of one of the RWAG tents laid the Floatzel and the Zangoose, settling into where they'd be resting while awaiting the arrival of their transport. Hisoka had removed his sweatshirt and set it in the corner of the tent neatly, and was now fiddling with the sleeping bag that Franz was currently attempting to rest in. Soon the Floatzel would turn around to face him, flashing a smile that stopped Hisoka in the process of adjusting to the fabric of the sleeping bag.

"I would have thought that since you were so used to wearing clothes, that a sleeping bag wouldn't be an issue for you," said the Floatzel with a slight snicker, "though, I suppose I still need to ease up on the excitement of knowing I'm gonna see Professor Pine again in some way. Why don't you come closer?"

The Zangoose had a faint pink tinge to the white on his cheeks as he moved towards Franz, before pulling the Floatzel into his arms in a somewhat sudden motion, drawing a long chuckle from the other Pokémon as a purr rumbled out from his red and white chest. He kept his face pressed in between his neck and shoulder for a while, staying still, before bringing his head up to speak.

"I'm... I'm so happy for you."

Franz let off a breath, producing a contented rumbling of his own against the Zangoose, lidding his eyes as he held him tightly to himself, his tails finding that they had loads of positive energy to wiggle about with, yet not a whole lot of space within the sleeping bag to do so. Nevertheless, they swayed as much as they could, and Hisoka's wispy tail was doing the same. Their hold was eventually loosened, and their heads were upturned after having nuzzled into each other's shoulders, their gazes meeting one another before the male would press their lips together, nearly as tight as how they had held each other with their arms a moment before.

Hisoka pulled away first, instead of the two seeming to silently agree on when to pull back like they had done prior that night, his paws reaching and grabbing hold of the sleeping bag, tossing the covering to the side. Franz gave a low, brief chuckle, his tails slowing down in their swaying speed, even though they could swing freely now. "What are you up to there, Hisoka..?"

The Zangoose moved to the front of the tent, staying low to the ground while on his hands and knees. Then, he responded to the question, rather plainly, a shock considering how flustered he usually was at the mere thought of partaking in something like the action he was planning to do. "I want to make all this even better for you... sit up, please, Franz..."

The Floatzel promptly sat himself up, his arms extending out behind him with his paws pressing to the bottom of their tent, his legs splaying as he realized what Hisoka wished to do. The Zangoose let off a heated breath before moving forwards, a crimson paw being placed onto the side of his cream-furred sheath, his nose pressing into the center of Franz's plump testicles and taking long inhales, pushing out hot exhalations right up against the essence-laden orbs, stroking deftly at the Floatzel's sheath and the stiffening, pink erection extending out into the reach of his palm.

Franz kept his head tilted down, focusing right on Hisoka's actions with a half-lidded gaze and slight smile stretched over his muzzle, long breaths of his own falling downwards as myriads of pleasurable sensations began to fill his mind and body gradually. He moaned out lowly before speaking to the Zangoose again. "Do you want me to do anything for you..?"

Hisoka brought his eyes up from where he was, continuing to stroke at the Floatzel's manhood as he replied. "This is... this is all I want tonight. I want you to have everything you need..." Franz couldn't help but have his breathing stay heavy and heated, the Zangoose's words adding to how much he savored all he was doing for him... both his actions and words were all focused on him, no matter how perfect or imperfect they were, Franz was elated by them all.

Franz soon would have the slim tip of his length get taken into Hisoka's maw, the Zangoose resting his paws upon the other male's thighs. His tongue slid across the underside of his masculinity as his head sank further down, then began to work its way around one of the sides to make gentle swirls around the head, Hisoka's lips suckling onto the warm rod as he kept his head in place. The Floatzel responded by giving off pleasured cries, one after another, the Zangoose looking right into his eye and making Franz lean forwards as he reached out to grasp the other male's paw.

Hisoka lidded his eyes once more and used his unoccupied paw to curl around the bulbous knot at Franz's base, rapidly stroking across it as his eyebrows would furrow, anticipating the contents of the hefty sack he'd nuzzled into just a few moments before being emptied into his maw. The Floatzel squeezed his hand tighter, clenching his eyes shut as he gave a warning before his climax.

"Nnh, Hisoka... haah... here it comes..."

The water type's shaft throbbed gently as Hisoka chose not to relent in any way with his pleasuring of the other male, his first few cumshots falling almost directly into the Zangoose's throat, the rest pouring out onto his tongue as his scarlet-furred paw moved off his knot to fondle his ballsack, getting to feel it faintly pulse as the flavor of his salty load began to stick to his tongue. Franz watched as Hisoka audibly gulped down his essence, then pulled away with one last hot exhalation falling onto his genitals.

The two males would choose to sleep in each other's arms that night, and every night that followed that they spent together in that tent. Each day and night during the wait was spent speaking with the conservationists, having good meals, and savoring each other's company.

Eventually, the wait had ended, and they would get on board the RWAG van that had arrived for them.