Learning the Flow
The table had been cleared and Scott laid down upon it. That was the first thing that became clear when he woke up. The exertion seemed to be too much for him, and it was manifesting as a headache. Slowly, he sat up, holding his head. "I am never going to do that again," he muttered.
[I don't think you will have to] Scott's attention snapped to Mewtwo, who was sitting there next to the table, watching him. [Do not be upset. I'm not going to attack you."
"Where are Machoke and Hitmonchan? Where is Lapras?"
Mewtwo reached over, rubbing his head. [I have asked my aide to tend to them. They are fine]
"I don't believe you." He swung his legs around so he was sitting up and facing Mewtwo. "How can I be sure that you're not lying to me?" Mewtwo sighed and waved his hand over the table. A small screen appeared, showing the live broadcast of the woman he had met taking care of the three pokemon. "...well, you're not lying to me." The screen disappeared. "...so why am I still here? I figured you'd dump us on dry land."
[I don't know either. I would really like to learn more, though.] He shifted a little in his seat, his tail flicking back and forth. [How is your relationship with your pokemon?]
Scott looked at him for a second. "Moments ago, you were ready to kill us all. Now you want to know how my relationship is with them. Make up your mind."
Mewtwo shook his head. [I said that when I thought I had control of the situation. Then you showed up, and I lost control] He sighed a little bit and looked away. [I guess I never had control of the situation. I never have] He looked at the human. [You are not like the humans that created me. I did not anticipate this. I...I want to learn more]
Scott was quiet for a few moments before slipping off the table and standing by Mewtwo. "I love my pokemon. They are the closest beings to me, second only to my family. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for them." He took a few steps away from him. "I would give my life for them if I had to."
The pokemon was silent for a moment.
"...is there anything else you need?"
Slowly, he rose from his seat, lifting off the ground a little bit as he moved behind Scott. [What do you think of me?]
It was Scott's turn to be quiet for a little bit. "...honestly?"
[That is what I was hoping for]
"You've got a lot of hate in your heart. But it's not hate out of anger or rage, like you're trying to make it seem." He turned to look at Mewtwo, who was looking down at the ground. They both knew he was right. "Mewtwo, what is it you want?"
[I...I want to know where I belong] He turned his back to Scott. [I was created to be the ultimate pokemon. I was supposed to be used and probably discarded when the next big thing came out. I got away from that. I'm no longer their tool. But now I don't have a purpose. What is my purpose?] His thoughts were stopped when he felt the other male's hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at the trainer, his harsh exterior gone. [Scott?]
"You're working yourself up too much. You're going to end up hurting me, my pokemon, your aide, and yourself. Try to calm down."
[It's too much for me to think about, Scott. I just want to know why I am]
He smiled. "It's not something you can do alone. You have to have someone help you find the answers, especially in situations like this."
[Are you sure?]
"My pokemon are a great many things in my life. They're the ones that helped me discover myself."
[Helped you discover yourself? How? What did they do?] Mewtwo was honestly confused. There was a deeper meaning to what Scott was saying.
"Hitmonchan was my first pokemon. When I left home with him, I was a very scared, very confused boy. He taught me a great deal of things. He protected me. He took care of me when I was sick." They could both sense the growing embarrassment in his voice. "I...fell in love with him. He helped me discover that...I was gay."
[Gay? What is...gay?]
"It means that I like other males as opposed to females."
[I do not...] Mewtwo's eyes widened a little bit as he started to understand. His mind reached out to Scott's, seeking an answer. What he got was a memory.
A gentle field stretched out around him. Even though he was just a projection of himself, one that could not be detected by Scott, he could feel how wonderful the soft, green grass felt underfoot. The sun beat down on him, warming his pale flesh in a most pleasant way. Mewtwo chose to stand there, enjoying the serenity of the field around him, even if it was just a memory. [This...this is so wonderful. I wonder if all his memories are like this]
A small giggle interrupted his peace, causing him to look. He had failed to notice a small hill that sat in the middle of everything. It didn't go up very high, and there was nothing special about it - except for the two being laying on it. Mewtwo slowly moved closer, trying to examine the pair. It was a young Hitmonchan and a human male. [Are these...?] The human male looked at the Hitmonchan and smiled. [Yeah...it has to be]
"Hitmonchan?" the human asked. "You're so good to me, even though I'm such a bad trainer. Why?"
The Hitmonchan sat up a little bit, looking at his trainer. He spoke to him in his native tongue, running off his name several times. Since it was a memory, Mewtwo had no way to translate what was being said. It was a mystery to the both of them.
"I don't understand you, Hitmonchan." He sighed a little bit and looked down. The Hitmonchan looked at him and pulled a boxing glove off, revealing his hand. It was slender, with small claws on the end. Small little pieces of bone stuck out between his knuckles, each a different color - red, yellow, and blue.
[That is how they use the elemental punches, then. Interesting]
The hand slowly moved to the human's cheek, bringing his gaze up to meet the Hitmonchan's. They both smiled as they looked at each other. The fighting-type seemed to understand it first and, slowly, the other boxing glove came off. He pulled the human into a small hug. The trainer smiled and returned it with a sigh.
[...is this common? He cares for the Hitmonchan]
The Hitmonchan smiled and, after a brief muttering, planted a soft kiss on the human's head. He looked up at the pokemon, a slight blush to his cheek - one that got worse when the Hitmonchan leaned in and kissed him again, this time on the lips. Mewtwo winced at this and watched. That was definitely not normal. He watched, half in horror and half in curiosity as the Hitmonchan forced the trainer onto his back, holding him down as he pressed into the kiss. The boy was obviously scared, his body tensed up and shivering. As the kiss progressed, however, the amount of tension in the young male disappeared. He relaxed, and eventually began pressing into the kiss. He shut his eyes, just as the hitmonchan had.
[I don't...understand]
The show did not end for him, however. There was still more to the memory; more for him to watch. The kiss would suddenly break, both pokemon and trainer looking into each other's eyes. Mewtwo could feel the emotion there. Even if it was just a memory, he knew there was a definite love between the trainer and pokemon. He didn't understand it's extent of that love, at least on the pokemon's part, until the gemmed hand slipped down and caressed the trainer's pants.
The trainer - as well as Mewtwo - jumped a bit and that. "...hitmonchan?" The fighter shook his head and put a finger to his trainer's lips. Everything was silent before the human spoke again. "...do...you just want me to go with the flow? Like you've been teaching me?" The hitmonchan smiled and nodded.
Just as Mewtwo was.
Slowly, the gemmed hand hooked its fingers into the trainer's shorts. [Just go with the flow] Mewtwo found himself muttering it to himself, just as the trainer muttered it out loud. The shorts would come off, revealing a pinkish length of flesh. Before Mewtwo could get a look at it, the hitmonchan's hand was wrapped around it. The human's complexion paled a little bit, and he began to breathe heavier. [What are they doing?] Mewtwo moved closer to watch, observing how the hitmonchan gently tugged on the length of flesh. It obviously pleased the boy, who bit his lip and fought back a cry of pleasure. It didn't last long, and the boy moaned. [Keep going] Mewtwo said it again, just as the human did.
In his body, he could feel the pressure welling up. The scene, the thought of what was going on, it confused him. His mind was welling up with thoughts. The scene played out before him, but it became fuzzy, fading a little bit more every moment. The cries and whimpers of pleasure from the human died out. Everything was a blur when it all came crashing down...
Mewtwo's mind focused one more. He opened his eyes and found Scott standing above him. There was a damp towel on his forehead. He slowly sat up, holding it in place. [What...happened?]
"I'd like to know that myself," Scott replied, moving to make sure Mewtwo didn't fall over. "I lost myself in thought. You just...went down after a while. I don't know what happened." Mewtwo's cheeks stained red as he got up, moving to a hover. "...what happened, Mewtwo?"
[...I'm sorry, Scott. I...I know what was on your mind. I watched...] He turned away. [What you and your hitmonchan did...]
"Is nothing shameful." He stepped to Mewtwo's side. "Are you okay?" Mewtwo floated to a wall, which opened up out to a balcony. He didn't say a thing as he floated out, holding himself, looking out over the ocean at the setting sun. Scott watched him go and was quiet for a few moments before moving to join him. "Mewtwo?"
[...I feel strange. Is that normal?]
"I don't know. What do you mean 'strange'?"
[That whole scene...that memory...it caused this. Why...why does that feel like that is what it all is supposed to be?] He looked away. [I'm so confused]
Scott wrapped his arms around Mewtwo's waist and hugged him. "That's how I feel. I still do. All I know is that it's right. It is what was meant to be."
[But...]
"The world isn't made to make sense. We have to learn to make even a scrap of sense out of it." He smiled and squeezed Mewtwo. "We live. If we didn't, we wouldn't be alive. That's what you've gotta do to understand it. Even then, you're not guaranteed an answer that'll satisfy your question." Mewtwo turned to look at him, his eyes seeming to quiver.
[Go with the flow. Isn't that what you do?] Scott nodded and smiled. [Well, where is the flow going right now?]
"If you knew that, you would be going with it." Mewtwo nodded slowly and brought his large, bulky paws over the smaller human hands. "Yes?"
[It feels right. I'm just going with the flow] He looked at him for a moment and smiled. [I'm an open mind. Let's see where it goes]
"That's the spirit." Scott smiled and leaned up, kissing Mewtwo's cheek. A deep red came to the pokemon's cheek. He knew where it led with the Hitmonchan.
[...I'm scared, Scott]
"You don't need to be." He rested his head on the pokemon's chest and sighed softly. "Just go..."
[...with the flow. I know] He lowered his head and shut his eyes. [It's just so hard. I don't know if I will like it. I might...bow out from my nervousness] Scott shook his head and rubbed his cheek. Their eyes met for a moment, before Mewtwo looked away. [Strange as it may sound, I don't want to upset you. You are the first human that's treated me...]
"I know." He smiled. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to subject you to anything you don't want to. Well, with one exception."
[What exception is that?] Scott smiled and leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his lips. It shot through Mewtwo's system, forcing him to tense up. His breathing became jagged with his fear. He pulled back, looking at the trainer. [...that...]
Scott shook his head. "I'm sorry."
[Warn me next time!] The balcony shook a little bit with his anger. [Please...no surprises]
He nodded again, looking at him. "I'm sorry."
The pokemon nodded slowly. [It's okay...now, can we try that again]
"...really? Is this what you want?" The pokemon nodded slowly and leaned a little closer. He found himself leaning in as well. Their lips met willingly this time. It was soft, sweet, and fleeting; the moment passed really quickly, and they locked eyes. "How do you feel?"
[I feel like I belong. I am...something more than a weapon]
"That's right. You know the truth now, don't you?"
[Yes. But why was it so hard to see?] He smiled a little bit. [No, it doesn't matter. I'm happy now] He paused for a moment, tears forming in his eyes. [For the first time...in my life...I'm happy. I have you to thank for it, Scott] He shut his eyes, a few tears streaming down his face. Scott pulled him into a hug, gently patting him on the back as the tears continued.
"Let it all out...you don't have to hurt anymore..."
[All...all the anger is gone. I feel...empty] He pulled back, looking at him. [Something has to fill the vacant spot]
Scott nodded. "What will you do, Mewtwo?"
The pokemon paused for a moment. Scott could feel his body being lifted off the ground and brought back inside. The wall and the balcony melted back into the building, sealing off where they had just been. [I...I want to do...what you and your hitmonchan did] He lowered Scott onto the ground once more, setting him at his feet. [I want...I want to...]
"Shh..." He put a finger up to Mewtwo's lips and smiled. "Where is it?"
[Where is...what?] The human's hand would slide over the pokemon's belly. [Oh...you mean...that?] He moved away, his form floating to the table where Scott had been laying. He looked at it, running a finger over the surface, and nodded. Slowly, he laid down, just as he had laid Scott down, and looked at him. Scott moved closer and smiled; Mewtwo's cock was visible now.
"It certainly isn't like Hitmonchan's." He reached over and ran his finger over the tip. It was all encased in a little purple sheathe, the tip being the only thing visible now. "Don't be shy. I'm not going to hurt you." Mewtwo's cheeks were bright red by now, something that got worse as he slipped out to his full length. Scott smiled and ran his hands over it. "It's so smooth...and so big..."
[It's nothing special] Mewtwo looked away. [Nothing to make a big deal out of]
"Bull." He ran his thumbs over the tip. The pokemon shivered and looked at him again. Scott smiled to him and gave the tip a gentle kiss. Mewtwo gasped a bit and pulled away. Scott was right there with him, his hand moving past the length up to rub his belly. "Relax."
[I'm scared, Scott]
"That's normal." He took the oversized hand in his and tried to squeeze it. "...we'll go a little slower." Mewtwo looked at him for a moment. His eyes were larger than normal, fixated on the human before him. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable?"
He paused. [Yes] Scott looked at him expectantly. [...let...me see you] They both smiled. It was reassuring for Mewtwo, especially when the human stood up and removed his shirt. He wasn't heavily built; after all, he was a trainer. His chest was hairless; nice and smooth, pleasing to the eye. Mewtwo's breath quickened a little bit at this sight. [Scott?]
"Hmm?" He looked up at him as he put his shirt aside.
He smiled and reached out. A thick finger traced over the human's chest, causing him to shiver. He smiled and moved it down to his pants. [May I finish?] He didn't wait for Scott to nod to undo the zipper and button on those pants. They slowly slipped off of the trainer's body, pooling with his shorts at his feet. He stepped out of them and over to Mewtwo, blushing slightly. [Why are you blushing?]
"Well...you're a stranger. It's always a little...well...embarrassing."
He smiled and reached out to tease the hardened human cock. [There is no reason to be] The human shivered a little bit and moaned. [You like that?]
"Y-yeah. You remember the memory." Mewtwo smiled and wrapped his hand around it. "Wh-what are you doing?"
[What your Hitmonchan did] His hand started to move, gently stroking up and down his cock. Scott moaned a little bit and set his hands on the table. Mewtwo smiled and lifted the boy up psychically. [Here...come with me] He got up off the table, still hard as a rock, and moved to a doorway.
"Where...?"
[Somewhere that's more comfortable. Just go with the flow] He smiled and stepped into the elevator, taking the human with him.
[I don't think you will have to] Scott's attention snapped to Mewtwo, who was sitting there next to the table, watching him. [Do not be upset. I'm not going to attack you."
"Where are Machoke and Hitmonchan? Where is Lapras?"
Mewtwo reached over, rubbing his head. [I have asked my aide to tend to them. They are fine]
"I don't believe you." He swung his legs around so he was sitting up and facing Mewtwo. "How can I be sure that you're not lying to me?" Mewtwo sighed and waved his hand over the table. A small screen appeared, showing the live broadcast of the woman he had met taking care of the three pokemon. "...well, you're not lying to me." The screen disappeared. "...so why am I still here? I figured you'd dump us on dry land."
[I don't know either. I would really like to learn more, though.] He shifted a little in his seat, his tail flicking back and forth. [How is your relationship with your pokemon?]
Scott looked at him for a second. "Moments ago, you were ready to kill us all. Now you want to know how my relationship is with them. Make up your mind."
Mewtwo shook his head. [I said that when I thought I had control of the situation. Then you showed up, and I lost control] He sighed a little bit and looked away. [I guess I never had control of the situation. I never have] He looked at the human. [You are not like the humans that created me. I did not anticipate this. I...I want to learn more]
Scott was quiet for a few moments before slipping off the table and standing by Mewtwo. "I love my pokemon. They are the closest beings to me, second only to my family. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for them." He took a few steps away from him. "I would give my life for them if I had to."
The pokemon was silent for a moment.
"...is there anything else you need?"
Slowly, he rose from his seat, lifting off the ground a little bit as he moved behind Scott. [What do you think of me?]
It was Scott's turn to be quiet for a little bit. "...honestly?"
[That is what I was hoping for]
"You've got a lot of hate in your heart. But it's not hate out of anger or rage, like you're trying to make it seem." He turned to look at Mewtwo, who was looking down at the ground. They both knew he was right. "Mewtwo, what is it you want?"
[I...I want to know where I belong] He turned his back to Scott. [I was created to be the ultimate pokemon. I was supposed to be used and probably discarded when the next big thing came out. I got away from that. I'm no longer their tool. But now I don't have a purpose. What is my purpose?] His thoughts were stopped when he felt the other male's hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at the trainer, his harsh exterior gone. [Scott?]
"You're working yourself up too much. You're going to end up hurting me, my pokemon, your aide, and yourself. Try to calm down."
[It's too much for me to think about, Scott. I just want to know why I am]
He smiled. "It's not something you can do alone. You have to have someone help you find the answers, especially in situations like this."
[Are you sure?]
"My pokemon are a great many things in my life. They're the ones that helped me discover myself."
[Helped you discover yourself? How? What did they do?] Mewtwo was honestly confused. There was a deeper meaning to what Scott was saying.
"Hitmonchan was my first pokemon. When I left home with him, I was a very scared, very confused boy. He taught me a great deal of things. He protected me. He took care of me when I was sick." They could both sense the growing embarrassment in his voice. "I...fell in love with him. He helped me discover that...I was gay."
[Gay? What is...gay?]
"It means that I like other males as opposed to females."
[I do not...] Mewtwo's eyes widened a little bit as he started to understand. His mind reached out to Scott's, seeking an answer. What he got was a memory.
A gentle field stretched out around him. Even though he was just a projection of himself, one that could not be detected by Scott, he could feel how wonderful the soft, green grass felt underfoot. The sun beat down on him, warming his pale flesh in a most pleasant way. Mewtwo chose to stand there, enjoying the serenity of the field around him, even if it was just a memory. [This...this is so wonderful. I wonder if all his memories are like this]
A small giggle interrupted his peace, causing him to look. He had failed to notice a small hill that sat in the middle of everything. It didn't go up very high, and there was nothing special about it - except for the two being laying on it. Mewtwo slowly moved closer, trying to examine the pair. It was a young Hitmonchan and a human male. [Are these...?] The human male looked at the Hitmonchan and smiled. [Yeah...it has to be]
"Hitmonchan?" the human asked. "You're so good to me, even though I'm such a bad trainer. Why?"
The Hitmonchan sat up a little bit, looking at his trainer. He spoke to him in his native tongue, running off his name several times. Since it was a memory, Mewtwo had no way to translate what was being said. It was a mystery to the both of them.
"I don't understand you, Hitmonchan." He sighed a little bit and looked down. The Hitmonchan looked at him and pulled a boxing glove off, revealing his hand. It was slender, with small claws on the end. Small little pieces of bone stuck out between his knuckles, each a different color - red, yellow, and blue.
[That is how they use the elemental punches, then. Interesting]
The hand slowly moved to the human's cheek, bringing his gaze up to meet the Hitmonchan's. They both smiled as they looked at each other. The fighting-type seemed to understand it first and, slowly, the other boxing glove came off. He pulled the human into a small hug. The trainer smiled and returned it with a sigh.
[...is this common? He cares for the Hitmonchan]
The Hitmonchan smiled and, after a brief muttering, planted a soft kiss on the human's head. He looked up at the pokemon, a slight blush to his cheek - one that got worse when the Hitmonchan leaned in and kissed him again, this time on the lips. Mewtwo winced at this and watched. That was definitely not normal. He watched, half in horror and half in curiosity as the Hitmonchan forced the trainer onto his back, holding him down as he pressed into the kiss. The boy was obviously scared, his body tensed up and shivering. As the kiss progressed, however, the amount of tension in the young male disappeared. He relaxed, and eventually began pressing into the kiss. He shut his eyes, just as the hitmonchan had.
[I don't...understand]
The show did not end for him, however. There was still more to the memory; more for him to watch. The kiss would suddenly break, both pokemon and trainer looking into each other's eyes. Mewtwo could feel the emotion there. Even if it was just a memory, he knew there was a definite love between the trainer and pokemon. He didn't understand it's extent of that love, at least on the pokemon's part, until the gemmed hand slipped down and caressed the trainer's pants.
The trainer - as well as Mewtwo - jumped a bit and that. "...hitmonchan?" The fighter shook his head and put a finger to his trainer's lips. Everything was silent before the human spoke again. "...do...you just want me to go with the flow? Like you've been teaching me?" The hitmonchan smiled and nodded.
Just as Mewtwo was.
Slowly, the gemmed hand hooked its fingers into the trainer's shorts. [Just go with the flow] Mewtwo found himself muttering it to himself, just as the trainer muttered it out loud. The shorts would come off, revealing a pinkish length of flesh. Before Mewtwo could get a look at it, the hitmonchan's hand was wrapped around it. The human's complexion paled a little bit, and he began to breathe heavier. [What are they doing?] Mewtwo moved closer to watch, observing how the hitmonchan gently tugged on the length of flesh. It obviously pleased the boy, who bit his lip and fought back a cry of pleasure. It didn't last long, and the boy moaned. [Keep going] Mewtwo said it again, just as the human did.
In his body, he could feel the pressure welling up. The scene, the thought of what was going on, it confused him. His mind was welling up with thoughts. The scene played out before him, but it became fuzzy, fading a little bit more every moment. The cries and whimpers of pleasure from the human died out. Everything was a blur when it all came crashing down...
Mewtwo's mind focused one more. He opened his eyes and found Scott standing above him. There was a damp towel on his forehead. He slowly sat up, holding it in place. [What...happened?]
"I'd like to know that myself," Scott replied, moving to make sure Mewtwo didn't fall over. "I lost myself in thought. You just...went down after a while. I don't know what happened." Mewtwo's cheeks stained red as he got up, moving to a hover. "...what happened, Mewtwo?"
[...I'm sorry, Scott. I...I know what was on your mind. I watched...] He turned away. [What you and your hitmonchan did...]
"Is nothing shameful." He stepped to Mewtwo's side. "Are you okay?" Mewtwo floated to a wall, which opened up out to a balcony. He didn't say a thing as he floated out, holding himself, looking out over the ocean at the setting sun. Scott watched him go and was quiet for a few moments before moving to join him. "Mewtwo?"
[...I feel strange. Is that normal?]
"I don't know. What do you mean 'strange'?"
[That whole scene...that memory...it caused this. Why...why does that feel like that is what it all is supposed to be?] He looked away. [I'm so confused]
Scott wrapped his arms around Mewtwo's waist and hugged him. "That's how I feel. I still do. All I know is that it's right. It is what was meant to be."
[But...]
"The world isn't made to make sense. We have to learn to make even a scrap of sense out of it." He smiled and squeezed Mewtwo. "We live. If we didn't, we wouldn't be alive. That's what you've gotta do to understand it. Even then, you're not guaranteed an answer that'll satisfy your question." Mewtwo turned to look at him, his eyes seeming to quiver.
[Go with the flow. Isn't that what you do?] Scott nodded and smiled. [Well, where is the flow going right now?]
"If you knew that, you would be going with it." Mewtwo nodded slowly and brought his large, bulky paws over the smaller human hands. "Yes?"
[It feels right. I'm just going with the flow] He looked at him for a moment and smiled. [I'm an open mind. Let's see where it goes]
"That's the spirit." Scott smiled and leaned up, kissing Mewtwo's cheek. A deep red came to the pokemon's cheek. He knew where it led with the Hitmonchan.
[...I'm scared, Scott]
"You don't need to be." He rested his head on the pokemon's chest and sighed softly. "Just go..."
[...with the flow. I know] He lowered his head and shut his eyes. [It's just so hard. I don't know if I will like it. I might...bow out from my nervousness] Scott shook his head and rubbed his cheek. Their eyes met for a moment, before Mewtwo looked away. [Strange as it may sound, I don't want to upset you. You are the first human that's treated me...]
"I know." He smiled. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to subject you to anything you don't want to. Well, with one exception."
[What exception is that?] Scott smiled and leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his lips. It shot through Mewtwo's system, forcing him to tense up. His breathing became jagged with his fear. He pulled back, looking at the trainer. [...that...]
Scott shook his head. "I'm sorry."
[Warn me next time!] The balcony shook a little bit with his anger. [Please...no surprises]
He nodded again, looking at him. "I'm sorry."
The pokemon nodded slowly. [It's okay...now, can we try that again]
"...really? Is this what you want?" The pokemon nodded slowly and leaned a little closer. He found himself leaning in as well. Their lips met willingly this time. It was soft, sweet, and fleeting; the moment passed really quickly, and they locked eyes. "How do you feel?"
[I feel like I belong. I am...something more than a weapon]
"That's right. You know the truth now, don't you?"
[Yes. But why was it so hard to see?] He smiled a little bit. [No, it doesn't matter. I'm happy now] He paused for a moment, tears forming in his eyes. [For the first time...in my life...I'm happy. I have you to thank for it, Scott] He shut his eyes, a few tears streaming down his face. Scott pulled him into a hug, gently patting him on the back as the tears continued.
"Let it all out...you don't have to hurt anymore..."
[All...all the anger is gone. I feel...empty] He pulled back, looking at him. [Something has to fill the vacant spot]
Scott nodded. "What will you do, Mewtwo?"
The pokemon paused for a moment. Scott could feel his body being lifted off the ground and brought back inside. The wall and the balcony melted back into the building, sealing off where they had just been. [I...I want to do...what you and your hitmonchan did] He lowered Scott onto the ground once more, setting him at his feet. [I want...I want to...]
"Shh..." He put a finger up to Mewtwo's lips and smiled. "Where is it?"
[Where is...what?] The human's hand would slide over the pokemon's belly. [Oh...you mean...that?] He moved away, his form floating to the table where Scott had been laying. He looked at it, running a finger over the surface, and nodded. Slowly, he laid down, just as he had laid Scott down, and looked at him. Scott moved closer and smiled; Mewtwo's cock was visible now.
"It certainly isn't like Hitmonchan's." He reached over and ran his finger over the tip. It was all encased in a little purple sheathe, the tip being the only thing visible now. "Don't be shy. I'm not going to hurt you." Mewtwo's cheeks were bright red by now, something that got worse as he slipped out to his full length. Scott smiled and ran his hands over it. "It's so smooth...and so big..."
[It's nothing special] Mewtwo looked away. [Nothing to make a big deal out of]
"Bull." He ran his thumbs over the tip. The pokemon shivered and looked at him again. Scott smiled to him and gave the tip a gentle kiss. Mewtwo gasped a bit and pulled away. Scott was right there with him, his hand moving past the length up to rub his belly. "Relax."
[I'm scared, Scott]
"That's normal." He took the oversized hand in his and tried to squeeze it. "...we'll go a little slower." Mewtwo looked at him for a moment. His eyes were larger than normal, fixated on the human before him. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable?"
He paused. [Yes] Scott looked at him expectantly. [...let...me see you] They both smiled. It was reassuring for Mewtwo, especially when the human stood up and removed his shirt. He wasn't heavily built; after all, he was a trainer. His chest was hairless; nice and smooth, pleasing to the eye. Mewtwo's breath quickened a little bit at this sight. [Scott?]
"Hmm?" He looked up at him as he put his shirt aside.
He smiled and reached out. A thick finger traced over the human's chest, causing him to shiver. He smiled and moved it down to his pants. [May I finish?] He didn't wait for Scott to nod to undo the zipper and button on those pants. They slowly slipped off of the trainer's body, pooling with his shorts at his feet. He stepped out of them and over to Mewtwo, blushing slightly. [Why are you blushing?]
"Well...you're a stranger. It's always a little...well...embarrassing."
He smiled and reached out to tease the hardened human cock. [There is no reason to be] The human shivered a little bit and moaned. [You like that?]
"Y-yeah. You remember the memory." Mewtwo smiled and wrapped his hand around it. "Wh-what are you doing?"
[What your Hitmonchan did] His hand started to move, gently stroking up and down his cock. Scott moaned a little bit and set his hands on the table. Mewtwo smiled and lifted the boy up psychically. [Here...come with me] He got up off the table, still hard as a rock, and moved to a doorway.
"Where...?"
[Somewhere that's more comfortable. Just go with the flow] He smiled and stepped into the elevator, taking the human with him.