The Pidoves’ chirps started up with the rising sun. They started long before the alarm clock as it humbly counted the passing seconds, it was a bit before 6 AM. Solar rays started diffusing in from the window. The two pokemons that rested there slowly began rousing themselves from sleep. Little spoon Specter, roused first. Being a ghost type Gengar, he didn’t really sleep. He only entered a dozing, meditative state which is why he was more sensitive to the brightening of the room around him. Specter yawned however, stretching his disproportionately long tongue out as he started to stand up from the relatively cramped bed. Big spoon Wyrm, the dragonite, responded by clamping his hold on the Gengar restraining him from rising. Specter snorted. He double tapped one of the large paws that encircled his midsection.

“Come on, I have to get going”

“Make me” Wyrm teasingly replied. Specter, not one to back down from a challenge, slipped into his intangible form and phased right through Wyrm bear hug. The ghost turned while levitating just out of reach of the large dragon type to watch the dissatisfied pout that crept onto the adorable dragon’s face. Specter failed to suppress a small chuckle watching his boyfriend flounder an arm in his direction in a faux attempt to pull him back to the cozy mattress.

The room glowed in the predawn light. But to Specter, it was as bright as if it were noon, a benefit of his ghoulish ancestry. But regardless, his handsome mate laid, practically cocooned in the duvet, on the large bed. Specter saw the groggy eyes of Wyrm peel open and gaze longingly his way. Specter would have loved nothing more than to lay back down and spend the morning embraced by the large dragon, to soak in his radiant body heat and forget the world. Unfortunately for the two of them, outside forces were at play. The forefront one at the moment was the time, Specter had to get going or he would be discovered, or late. Neither were desirable circumstances.

Specter tore his eyes from the enticing scene before him and went about the spacious room collecting his effects. His bookbag, his specially designed glasses, and his phone. He heard Wyrm begin to rise from his den of covers behind him and yawn quite loudly himself; the floorboards creaked as the towering dragon stood to his full height.

“Hey, do you know where my glasses are? I can’t find them” Specter asked as he glanced over the dresser and nightstands. “I thought I placed them next to my phone last night.”

“Umm, maybe they’re in your bag or fell to the ground?” Wyrm suggested. Specter stooped and crouched around the sides of the dresser and looked. Not seeing it, he chanced a glance in the crack between the varnished wood and the wall. “Aha!” he exclaimed as he saw them wedged back there. Gingerly, he fished them out. They looked a lot like swimming goggles, they blocked out a lot of high intensity light so the Gengar wasn’t over stimulated by his sensitive vision.

Specter slipped them over his head and around his spiky ears and took a moment to adjust them around his eyes so they were comfortable.

“Got ‘em!” he said while turning back to Wyrm. The dragonite smiled, clearly still sleepy.

“Alright, I got to go.” Specter stepped toward the window. With a flick, the locks were popped open and the window swung out. The well oiled hinges didn’t make a sound. Specter shivered slightly as the crisp, dewy air brushed past his face. Wyrm petted and scratched Specter’s back, bristling the royal purple fur that coated the ghost type.

“I wish you didn’t have to do this. It makes me feel like crap that you need to sneak out. Like we’re being criminals or something” Wyrm forlornly commented.

“Can’t be helped.” Specter responded as he hurdled the window ledge and eased himself out onto the ivy lattice. He made sure that he had a good foothold for his first foot before swinging his second one out. “Unless, of course, you want to come out to your parents. ‘Hey Mom and Dad! I’m gay and I’ve been having my boyfriend sneak into my room at night so we can make out. Anyway, here he is. What’s for breakfast?’” Wyrm’s composure saddened, his shoulders hunched slightly. Specter internally chastised himself. “I’m sorry, Wyrmy, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s fine, it’s not your fault that I haven’t told them. I have no idea how they’d respond to me being gay and then there’s… you know.” Specter sighed. He did know. Wyrm’s family was old money, they’ve talked a lot about the pressure his parents have put on the young dragon. The pressure to succeed the family business, the pressure to be presentable in high society, the pressure to not fraternize with low class, no good, mischievous ghosts. Specter knew it wasn’t Wyrm’s, or even his family’s, fault that Ghost types had such negative stigmas and prejudices. Ghost types just had a tendency to generate chaos, their abilities were a little harder to monitor and police than other types. They always had a slightly unscrupulous demeanor. Specter was no exception.

He loved sneaking into Wyrm’s house. He loved the thrill of possibly getting caught with the heir of a multi-million Poke Berry-Poffin conglomerate. He loved the ability to turn invisible and intangible. He loved pranking people. He loved injecting a little chaos into the world, it kept things from getting boring. And he loved Wyrm. He loved peeling back the stately persona that the regal Pokemon presented to the most of the world and exposing the soft, sensitive heart of gold beneath, one just for him.

He suspected that Wyrm secretly enjoyed it too, that the dragon used their relationship to act out and secretly rebel against his parents’ wishes. The thrill of being caught only maintained its power as long as it only remained a possibility however, not a reality. So Specter complied with Wyrm’s wishes to keep it a secret. The purple pokemon took a few steps down the lattice, his book bag banging against his back.

“Hey, Specs.” he heard his boyfriend call down to him from above. Specter turned and looked upward. The sun was just cresting over the trees. A few rays sprinkled through the foliage, enough to cause Wyrm’s scales to glisten and sparkle in Specter’s enhanced vision. Specter’s gorgeous boyfriend beamed down at him as he rested on the window sill. “I love you..” Specter picked up the rosy blush on Wyrm’s cheeks.

Silently, Specter climbed back up the wall. All the while holding eye contact with Wyrm. Brashly, he smacked his lips right onto the awaiting pair. The kiss, while passionate, was short lived. Specter pulled back. “I love you too, Wyrmy.” he breathed out. The dragonite shyly smiled and looked away at the proclamation. “But I really need to go now.”

Wyrm nodded as Specter continued his descent. “Parting is such sweet sorrow.” he heard above him. He snorted and shook his head.

Wyrm was enraptured with the way Specter streaked across the grounds of his mansion. If he hadn’t attempted to track the ghost on his surreptitious trek multiple times, he would have lost sight of the phantom almost immediately. Sometimes, he still does. The skill Spector displays in slunking through shadows, in taking advantage of his dark toned fur to obscure himself from the groundskeepers who were just starting their rounds, in adjudicating which path to take across wide open spaces made Wyrm envious. The power to be invisible, to hide from nosey eyes and snide remarks, to be alone. To the tall dragon, parting was a sweet sorrow. He was now alone

He steeled himself by taking a deep drag of the cool morning air. The sharp scents of grass accented the twinge of ectoplasm that remained on his face from their parting kiss. A memory like a dream that burns away in the sunlight. He huffed, a bit of flames flashed from his muzzle to burn away the scent. He couldn’t tarry long, soon his alarm would go off and he would need to get ready. The orange giant began the process of hiding the evidence of their unapproved sleepover.

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A short while later, Wyrm was downstairs in the kitchen snacking on some fruit and oatmeal their cook made for them. His parents sat at the table next to him talking about their plans for the day, Wyrm tuned them out. His internal monologue processing what it’d be like to come clean to his family about this relationship. The two older Dragonites were so pristine, their scales always shone. His mother’s makeup is always on point, accentuating her natural beauty. His father’s dark orange, almost red, scale dye emitting an aura of power and stability. He imagined their visages being wiped away, exposing the hungry, sinister creatures of raging instinct Pokemon had originally been millenia ago.

‘What do you mean you are gay!’

‘How dare you have a stranger in our house!’

‘What will people think when they hear you are dating a ghost?’

‘Has he stolen anything!’
‘Are you possessed or something?’

The litany of hatred continued in Wyrm’s mind, slowly demoralizing him more and more. His trance was only interrupted when his mother gently placed her hand on his shoulder. Slightly startled from the touch he blinked. “I’m sorry, what?” he stammered.

“Sweetie, you looked like you were off in your own world. Is everything okay?” Wyrm’s mother Tia asked.

“Oh.. ye-yeah. I’m fine. Must still be sleepy, I guess” he rubbed his eyes to sell the lie a bit hoping she bought it.

“Were you up late last night?” She coyly asked. Wyrm’s stomach clenched, but he did his best to hide his discomfort.

“Maybe, lots of homework to do. It is almost break, ya know” he responded.

“Well, if that’s all it is. Just know, you can talk to us about anything. We are always here for you.” Tia tenderly patted Wyrm’s paw.

“I bet I know what it is.” Wyrm’s father Drake piped in. Drake was absentmindedly scrolling on a tablet, keeping up on the latest news or what have you. “I bet it’s a girl. I’m sure the boy was up all night texting her and now he’s daydreaming about her” Drake chuckled a bit. Wyrm tried to hide his face as it turned beet red. His mind retreated into itself and he remembered watching Specter sneak off this morning, invisible.

“Ooh, Drake, please. Not everything in our son’s life is about girls” Tia shook her head at her husband.

“Oh Tia, it’s just a joke. Besides, look at him. He’s a handsome stud, I bet he has crushes tripping over themselves chasing him and one finally landed him” Wyrm couldn’t take it anymore. He slammed down his breakfast with one huge gulp.

“Sorry, I just remembered I’ve got to get to school early for a meeting!” He blurted out as he rushed from the room.

“Sweetie!” his mom called after him, but Wyrm was long gone. She sighed as sat down and proceeded to glare at Drake.

“What?” the older dragonite asked

“What? What? Our son just ran out of the room from us like a Crobat from hell because of what you said and you ask me what?” she scornfully hissed. “He has been distant for weeks now, something is clearly on his mind. But he won’t give either of us the time of day if you keep dismissing his feelings like that.” She glanced at the time on her watch. “Now I have to get going or I’ll be late too.” She stood abruptly and started out of the kitchen.

“Tia..” Drake pleaded as he grabbed her hand as she passed. “Please, you’re right. He’s been distant. I truly thought he found a girl and didn’t want to tell us. I was trying to help” Tia relaxed her shoulders before turning into her mate, giving him a hug which Drake reciprocated.

“I’m just so worried about our son.” she admitted.

“I know,” he reassured her. “I’ll apologize to him when he gets home tonight.”

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The school day passed in a bit of a blur, Specter spent the time daydreaming about his boyfriend. The handsome dragon towered over him which made Wyrm the perfect height for full belly hugs. He thought about their time together these past few months. They met in a questioning sexuality support group for the school a year or so back as Wyrm was slowly trying to come to terms with the fact he wasn’t straight. Specter was there as an admin. Since he’s been out of the closet for a while and is open about his bisexuality he’s offered his advice and guidance to other teenage Pokemon who need someone to talk through what they are feeling.

Specter remembered Wyrm’s request to join, the group was anonymous to promote a safe space but if you wished to disclose your identity you were free to do so. As an admin, Specter welcomed the new member. Also as an admin, Specter fully displayed his identity. He found it was one way to gain the trust of others, well sometimes. Some pokemon were uncomfortable with ghosts. Specter tried not to take it personally, but it still stung. Wyrm hadn’t been like that. Wyrm had joined a little desperately, looking for someone, anyone, to talk to.

Specter didn’t know him as Wyrm at the time but they began chatting. Wyrm admitted that he, like many hormonal teenage pokemon, was watching porn and apparently stumbled into the bisexual male genre. Wyrm soon found himself consuming a lot of it, obsessed with the males and all the positions they were in. Eventually he started looking a fully gay pornography. At some point he felt wrong as he questioned what he was doing. He entered a real fight or flight mode as he was trying to understand what that all meant.

Specter listened to Wyrm and sympathized with him. He talked about his own experiences with porn and his own coming to terms with himself. He assured Wyrm, in no way was the porn he watched the final indication of his sexuality but is typically someone’s first evidence of their queerness. Wyrm calmed down while talking with Specter. Specter told him that questioning your sexuality is a deeply personal and sensitive task. You have no obligations to make any rash decisions.

Wyrm thanked him, he told Specter that he was so glad that there was someone there to listen. To get out these feelings and questions. Specter said he was welcome to it. Specter, used to there being a lot of one offs in the support group, expected the new member to leave.

Except they stayed. They talked a lot. They quickly grew to be friends. They talked about school, about classes, about their hobbies, and about the pressure they felt from others. Specter found himself opening up more and more about how society views himself as a ghost type. His struggles between the person he wants to be and the person everyone views himself as. Wyrm talked about his parents, about how he didn’t think they understood him. They got close.

Close enough that Specter tried something brash, he asked his internet friend if they wanted to meet in person. Wyrm didn’t respond to that for a while. Specter messaged him that there was no obligation to.

As a ghost type, Specter didn’t have many friends. He desperately hoped he hadn’t pushed away one of the few he had. Miraculously, that wasn’t the case. His friend responded affirmatively. They set up a meeting at a bakery near the school one day. Specter arrived early, very nervous, and hopeful. He eyed everyone that walked in, silently judging if they were his internet friend. He still at this point had no idea it was Wyrm. They just agreed that Specter would arrive early and have Wyrm come join him.

The bell on the door rang and Specter looked at the new Pokemon that just walked in. He recognized the Dragonite, they were Wyrm. A member of the school’s elite, top of the class, track star, and impossible to be Specter’s mystery friend. Specter scoffed to himself at being so antsy, the two coffees he downed in less than 20 minutes causing him to be jittery. It was a few minutes past the scheduled meeting time. Specter was contemplating leaving, as the window he was looking out started to become splattered with rain. He sighed, the rain always caused his glasses to fog up. It made seeing a hassle. He was about to stand up when a large, orange stocky form sat down opposite him.

He stared at Wyrm, Wyrm sheepishly stared at Specter. A few silent moments passed between them.

“Hi.” Wyrm started.

“Hi…” Specter hesitatingly responded.

“S-sorry I’m late..” Wyrm said. Specter’s brain fizzled out at that moment. He was sure that the Dragonite’s sensitive nose would pick up on the smoke steaming from his ears.

“You’re Wormwood..?” Specter tentatively put out there, referencing Wyrm’s online username.

“Umm. yeah..” Wyrm responded while twiddling his thumbs nervously. Right then, Specter made a choice. He chose to accept it, to accept that this was his friend. His friend just happened to be one of the most popular people in school.

“Glad you could make it, I bought the first round but it seems someone already drank your drink.” Specter teased, gesturing to the two empty cups on the table. Specter eased back into a more relaxed position, his earlier trepidation draining away.

“Again, sorry” the big dragon sheepishly responded while blushing.

“Ehh, don’t worry. I’ll go buy the second and everything will be right as rain.” Specter quipped as the rain grew in intensity.

They didn’t see each other in person for a while after that meeting. Wyrm admitted that he was scared of gossip and apologized profusely for being weak. Specter assured him that there weren’t any hard feelings and until he wanted to meet up again they’ll keep it online. Their friendship remained. They spent hours chatting online about anything and everything. Specter would tease and joke with him. Wyrm would rise to the bait and turn it right back around. Specter started going to their schools track and field events to support Wyrm’s team. Wyrm played some MMOs with Specter. They streamed movies over voice chats with each other.

Specter sighed in class, the mid Autumn light pierced the clouds. Rays of sunshine beamed down on the woods just outside the school grounds. The glow reminded him of Wyrm’s face this morning just as he was leaving. He wasn’t entirely sure himself when the attraction began. It could be argued that it was their first meeting together but at least it was over the summer, when they met in person for the second time.

A school trip was planned to watch a meteor shower up in the mountains which would coincide with a firework show. Specter and Wyrm both signed up to go. The weekend trip was filled up pretty quickly and room arrangements for the cabins up there were decided by lottery. Unexpectedly, Specter and Wyrm ended up in the same cabin with two others. Those two never ended up going. Specter never new why, he suspected that being with a bisexual Ghost type overnight wasn’t desireable. The teachers of the event approached the two and asked if they were okay with the arrangement to just have the two in a smaller cabin so the school could save some cost. They readily agreed.

It was wonderful. The friends could be with each other, they wouldn’t have anyone around. It was perfect. And it was.

They stayed up all night talking with each other. Eventually, it came to crushes.

“Come on, man. You cannot tell me you don’t have a crush on anyone.” Specter objected.

“I don’t. Not sure what to tell you.” Wyrm responded. Specter tsked his big tongue while shaking his head.

“Whatever, man.” After a moment of quiet contemplation, Wyrm spoke up.

“How would you even know you have a crush?”

“Seriously?!” Specter sat up and looked at the tall dragon. Wyrm just shrugged. “Well, it’s like when you can’t stop thinking about someone. Or you want to spend more and more time with them. When you like seeing them happy cause it makes you happy too.”

“What if you never see them?” Wyrm inquired.

“Like online?” Wyrm nodded in response. “Well that doesn’t matter. It just matters that you spend time with each other. It’s the 21st century after all. Tons of relationships begin online.” Wyrm became oddly quiet in contemplation with that. Specter also sat thinking. What they didn’t know was that they were thinking about each other. They were thinking about all the time they spent together. All the time they shared. About how well they got along and how close they were to each other. And above all, how they didn’t want to make the first move and ruin what they had.

Time seemed to stand still, in agony the two Pokemon wished the other would say something to break the silence so they didn’t have to be alone with their thoughts. Specter’s phone hummed on the nightstand. He glanced at it wondering who would be messaging him this late at night. He unlocked the phone and glanced at the message. It was from Wyrm, he looked over at the Dragonite that was turned away from him. Specter opened the message.

‘Then maybe I do have a crush’

Specter felt his heart start beating faster. He didn’t trust his mouth to form coherent words at the moment. He started typing a reply but Wyrm sent a second message before it was sent

‘But I don’t know how to tell them’

Specter took a steadying breath.

‘Well, if you want to tell them, maybe just be honest and straightforward. That’s what I’d want anyway.’ Send

Across the room, Wyrm’s phone vibrated with the receipt of the message. Specter tried to keep calm. Butterfree were buzzing all over his stomach and head.

Buzz Buzz. A moment of fear passed through the Ghost type. He didn’t want to open his phone. There were too many thoughts speeding through his mind. This was Wyrm, his closest friend. Could he handle this? What if it was all a joke? Or a dream? He looked over at the dragon who hadn’t moved from his turned position. He stared at the orange scales, the long tail, the diminutive wings folded on his back, the form of his friend. He thought back to the first time they met. That bakery on that cloudy day. He remembered seeing the dragon walk in and immediately dismissing him. Then he remembered how he just accepted it. How he just let go and moved on. And especially, how that decision led to this moment.

He opened the message.

‘It’s you’ Two words, two little words, but they crashed over the young Gengar like a tsunami. His composure broke, the emotion was too much. He started sobbing uncontrollably. Tears fell like waterfalls from his huge eyes. While frantically trying to wipe them away he looked over at Wyrm who looked at the weeping Gengar with concern and seemingly on the verge of tears himself. Specter quickly typed out a response.

‘Me too’ Send.

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A jostle on his shoulder brought his consciousness back to the present. The middle aged Machamp, Mrs. Manos looked down at him.

“Specter. Didn’t you hear the bell? Class is over” A brief look around alerted Specter that the rest of the class was already moving out the door.

“Oh, sorry Mrs. Manos.” He put away his notebook and pencils.

“Is everything alright, dreary? You were distracted all class."

"I guess I was thinking about something else" he responded

"Ah, young ones. They all seem distracted by something, or someone, or somewhere." She responded a little melancholic. "To be young and in love again, I'd never want that but I'm a twinge envious" she turned and headed back to her desk.

Specter was pretty surprised that the older Pokemon could so accurately pinpoint what was in his mind. "Was it that obvious?"

"No, it was a guess. You just confirmed it was right." A sly smile crept across his teacher's face as he couldn't believe he was so easily pulled into her trap. He shook his head and smiled before following his classmates out the door.

He checked his phone in the hall while dozens of students shuffled around each other, crowding into doorways and classrooms. It was his free period so he didn't have anywhere to be presently. A text from Wyrm changed that.

'Can you meet me in the Library?'

'I'll be there in a few. Is something going on?' They typically avoided each other at school.

'I just need to see you. I'll be in one of the study rooms.' and so off the purple ghost went.

A few minutes later he was passing by the study rooms checking in each one for his boyfriend. He ducked surreptitiously into one of the rooms further in the back. His boyfriend, Wyrm, sat there fiddling with his phone and only slightly acknowledged Specter's presence.

"Hey, man. Is everything alright?" The smaller of the two put a caring hand out to comfort the larger. Silently, the Dragonite tilted his phone towards his boyfriend. Specter read the convo on the screen.

'I'm gay."

It was the first message in a chain which Specter noted was to none other than his parents.

"Holy shit, dude!" Completely baffled. He was not expecting that. "Are you.. I mean.. is that?"

"I'm tired," he interrupted. "I'm tired of being scared of them, of hiding you, and me. I'm tired of doubting. I'm tired of running from my friends. I'm tired of sneaking around so that no one knows. I'm tired of caring more about what others say. And most of all" he paused to look Specter in the eyes. Specter saw how hazy and red they were. Wyrm had been crying, intensely. "I'm tired of waking up just to watch you run away from me and leave me alone."

Some fresh tears started to flow, tiny little drops running down his precious dragon's face. He reached up and pulled his boyfriend close. Gently massaging his head while rubbing down his back. He felt the tears sink into his fur.

"Have they responded?" Specter asked. Wyrm shook his head without raising it.

"Jeez, I'm sure it'll be fine. You just need to give them time process it"

"I told them about you too"

"Wow, you just unloaded everything at once, huh?" Wyrm again nodded in the embrace of his boyfriend.

“That was very brave of you. I’m proud of you, it takes courage to do that.” Specter cooed into Wyrm’s ear. “So what next, then”

“I want to get out of here. I have all this nervous energy and I just don’t want to be at school anymore.”

“You’re telling me you want to ditch? You, mister honor roll?” Specter teased. The Dragonite peeled himself off of Specter’s chest enough to give him a mildly irritated scowl. Specter snickered.

“Alright, bad boy. Let’s go!” Specter agreed.

“But where? I don’t want to go home yet”

“Well, do you want to come to my house?”

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Specter closed the door as the tall dragon stooped to enter the dwelling designed for shorter Pokemon. They were in the living room of a modest two bedroom apartment downtown. It was furnished but the couches and carpet were well worn from use over the years. A few plants hung around the windows soaking in the light. Specter was doing his best to not be self-conscious. It’s likely that the apartment itself was only slightly bigger than the dragon’s bedroom. It was hard to compete with one of the richest families in town, but Specter enjoyed the place.

On the way over, Wyrm’s mood progressively got better. As Specter did his best to distract the goofy giant from his texts to his parents, they sojourned to Specter’s apartment he shared with his mom. It felt very freeing to the both of them, they were out in public together for the first time in forever. They ignored the stares and glances of the strangers that strolled past them, their attention devoted to each other.

“Well, it’s not much but here it is.” Specter said feeling the need to introduce the space a little bit.

“It’s.. uh.. cozy” Wyrm complimented

“Yeah, yeah. It’s small, but it’s enough for my mom and me”

“I didn’t mean to offend,” Specter laughed. And smacked his boyfriend playfully on his back.

“Oh, I know. Just teasing you.” Wyrm scoffed.

“You ass.” the dragon retorted.

Specter moved into the kitchen and pulled a couple of sodas from the fridge and passed one to Wyrm.

“Anyways, you can toss your bag anywhere” Specter said as he plopped himself onto the simple couch. Wyrm followed suit a bit more delicately. Specter popped open the tab on his can and started sipping on the sugary beverage. Wyrm joined him. The two sipped while Specter scrolled on his phone. Wyrm kept taking in the surroundings and smells. The plants gave the apartment a pleasant, earthy scent.

“So no TV?” the dragon asked.

“Nah, you get more value out of a couple streaming services and a decent internet connection than cable. I can hook you up with the wifi if you want”

“No, that’s okay. I put my phone on airplane mode. I don’t think I could read my parents’ responses yet.” he responded while thumbing the rim of the can in his paws.

“It’s going to be okay, you know.” Specter assured him while scooching closer to put a hand on his shoulder. “They’ll be a bit shocked, but I’m sure they’ll come around. Try to be optimistic.” Wyrm nodded silently.

“It’s a nice place” Wyrm complimented. “It feels very homey. It’s just you and your mom here?”

“Yeah, it’s just the two of us but she won’t be home for hours. You and I have this place to ourselves for a while”

“Alone, huh?” Wyrm softly said

“Hmm” Specter called, not quite catching what the Dragonite said. It didn’t really matter because the next moment the dragon was leaning in towards the round ghost. The sudden kiss momentarily paused Specter. It wasn’t often that Wyrm initiated affection like this, but before long his inhibitions were gone. Specter rotated his body so that he was more comfortable lying long ways on the couch and Wyrm followed along and adjusted himself above. The entire time their lips did not part. Wyrm’s forwardness didn’t stop as he pried open Specter’s lips and went about exploring his mouth with his tongue.

Specter sat back and went with the flow, letting the invading appendage roam. His hands went around the back of Wyrm’s head and pulled him deeper into the make out session. He closed his eyes to savor the sensation, to enjoy the feel of big, strong paws groping his body. Being shorter, Specter couldn’t reach all of Wyrm’s body but Wyrm had no such issues. The enraptured ghost’s skin prickled as the dragon dragged his paws this way and that over his form. Up his arms, around his head, down his back, past his thighs, and back up.

The dragon broke their contact first. The two panted slightly with the wave of passion that just came over them. Specter cracked open his eyes to see Wyrm above him, giving him a stare of lust and need.

“Legends above, I love you!” the orange giant said breathily.

“I’d be confused with what you were doing if you weren’t” the teasing ghoul responded, a trademark grin on his face. Wyrm huffed and shook his head. Specter wasn’t trying to ruin the moment, but he enjoyed pushing his boyfriend’s buttons. Never too hard, though. “Well, stud, now what?” Another tease, they never went too far with their physical relationship. Usually due to Wyrm’s boundaries that Specter entirely accepted. Specter never pushed the dragon to do something he didn’t want to do, but he also didn’t hide his desires to do more with him.

Wyrm gulped. He knew what Specter was asking him. The ghost could tell there was a mental debate going on, a weighing of the pros and cons. Specter decided to nudge things along. He cupped Wyrms chin and brought him close. Specter started placing small pecks on his cheek to emphasize each of his next words. “Remember, we’re alone for hours” he whispered gravely into the others ears.

“Alone..”

“Alone.”

Wyrm turned and looked deep into the crimson eyes of his boyfriend. The weight of that word spurned him on. He nodded his consent. “Okay..” It was a soft and tender word. It was like music to Specter’s ears. He was finally about to consummate his love with his amazing boyfriend.

“But will you take the lead, I’m a little nervous still” Wyrm admitted and looked away sheepishly.

“Of course, Wyrmy. Let me know if you get uncomfortable and we’ll stop. Okay?” kissed the taller dragon’s forehead. He continued to edge the dragon’s head and neck lower, pulling him into his chest. The process was slow. Specter wanted to give his lover as much chance to signal his discomfort as he could. Wyrm kept his eyes closed and focused on the calming presence the hand on the back of his head gave him. He trusted Specter, the ghost always made a point to make the dragon as comfortable as possible. Wyrm breathed in the scent of his boyfriend. The cling of ectoplasm trailed on his snout as he trailed down. It was a comforting smell, very difficult to describe but it made the dragon swoon.

The leader of the moment readjusted himself a bit and laid against the arm of the sofa so that he was propped up enough to see everything. Wyrm watched silently, though eventually he leaned back and started rubbing his boyfriend’s crotch. 

“Wooo..” the touch felt nice, however that wasn’t the correct spot. Not that it was Wyrm’s fault. Pokemon anatomy was so varied that it wasn’t easy to guess everything. Ghosts, unlike reptilian dragons, had external genitalia. But unlike mammalian Pokemon ghost packages were concealed with intangibility and invisibility to preserve modesty. Specter closed his eyes and willed his body into action. The response was an immediate secretion of ectoplasm in his nether region, it pooled into a sticky substance that rose from his fur and congealed into the shape of his hardening, throbbing manhood.

“Woah..” Wyrm watched the process with fascination. They talked about their anatomy before but it was one thing to experience it in person. Specter’s junk was a pleasant size. As it pulsed to its full five inch size, the green, goopy ectoplasm formed his stout plump nuts just below the shaft. It was a slightly lighter tone of purple than the Gengar’s fur and ended in a rather blunt tip.

“Like it?” Specter asked

“It’s not quite what I imagined, but I think it suits you”

“Thanks, Wyrmy” Specter reached a hand down and started to fondle and stroke his package. He enjoyed the stare that his boyfriend was giving him. He felt a certain tingle in his pelvis and concluded he liked being watched. Drops of excess ectoplasm functioned as a makeshift lubricant and made little shlorp noises as Specter jerked himself off. The aroused ghost moaned and relaxed while savoring the moment. He knew that Wyrm would join in as soon as he felt comfortable.

It didn’t take long. The touch of claws and scales returned to his crotch. A simple rolling of his plump berries. The new sensation urged him on. “Ohh, yeah. That feels nice” he crooned. He kept stroking a few moments more before he pulled his hand away. “Why don’t you keep going?” Specter asked.

“Okay.” Wyrm agreed. The dragon’s large hand closed around his shaft, easily encircling the entirety of his penis. His partner’s hand was warm, a boon from his ancestry. He relaxed more and more into the grip as it started pumping his shaft. He put his arms behind his head and enjoyed the touch of another Pokemon on his dick. Every dozen seconds or so, he softly moaned or said short encouraging phrases to his partner.

They went one like that for a few minutes. Wyrm just explored his boyfriend’s body while Specter accepted all the pleasure. There wasn’t any rush to cum, but it did start to get old for the receiving Gengar.

“Want to try something else?” He asked tentatively.

“Like what?”

“Want to try licking it?”

Wyrm thought about that for a moment and paused. In the end, he thought, ‘why the heck not?’

“Okay, but you’ll return the favor, right?”

“I promise, stud,” Specter replied with a wink. The dragon hesitated for a moment but slowly began leaning toward his boyfriend’s erect penis. The handjob before had caused Specter to produce quite a bit of pre, which when combined with the ectoplasm created a really murky, musky odor for the dragon. He was getting pretty heady on the fumes as felt a loving touch on his arm. Specter smiled sweetly down at him. Wyrm returned the gesture.

The first lick was tentative, a very tiny taste of the tip. Wyrm bristled at the taste a bit. It was a bit odd and bitter, but not altogether unpleasant. So he went in for a second one. This one was a bit of a longer drag up the underside of his boyfriend’s slimy cock. The bitter taste refreshed itself, but it was accompanied by the sound of Specter groaning as the new texture of tongue sent little sparks up his nervous system.

“Stars above, that feels amazing Wyrmy. Please don’t stop!” Specter whined. Wyrm felt a beam of pride as his actions made his boyfriend lose his composure. The Ghost type was normally so cool and sure of himself. Wyrm was usually the one that needed a lot of support so he was glad the tables were turned right now. Specter had to bite the knuckle of one of his fingers to keep from making too many noises. Not to be deterred, Wyrm redoubled his administration. He made it his goal to find the zones that would drive Specter wild.

Each lick from base to head was accompanied by a flex and another small dribble of pre. Each drop was soon lapped up by a flexible tongue. The purple Pokemon moaned quietly and failed to stop his body from trembling with his approaching orgasm. He couldn’t stop the small humps into the air, his body trying to get more and more stimulation.

“Wyrm, I’m close. Please don’t stop” Specter breathfully begged. The command awakened a new tier in Wyrm’s desire to satisfy his partner. He took the next bold step and brought his lips to Specter’s flat head, pursed them and slipped the appendage into his maw. Specter couldn’t believe that the shy dragon would go that far. He felt so overwhelmed with the feeling of the dragon’s thrashing tongue and the warm interior of Wyrm’s mouth. It was much too much.

“Ohh fuuccck!!” the ghost screamed as he felt his load shoot through his junk. His back arched as he lost momentary control of his body which tried to stuff itself deeper and deeper in Wyrm’s maw. He saw stars in his eyes. Each rope of cum shooting with less and less force until he was all but sure that his balls were dry. He breathed out, gasping for air after a few seconds. “Oh god, oh fuck” he babbled.

Wyrm hadn’t expected the volume of cum that shot into his mouth. It tasted like a more concentrated version of the pre from earlier. He wasn’t sure if at this point he was supposed to swallow it or spit it out. He patted on Specter’s thigh to get his attention. When Spector looked up, Wyrm pointed at his mouth. Luckily, the ghost quickly got the idea. He hopped up from the couch and pulled the dragon with him. Specter lead the two to the hall bathroom where Wyrm let the mouthful of semen drip into the sink. Spitting out to clean out his mouth.

“Sorry about that, Wyrmy” Specter said, scratching the taller Pokemon’s back, “I wasn’t really thinking at the time. It just felt so good.”

“It’s not your fault” The dragon said before turning on the faucet and scooping some water into his hands, “I didn’t think it through either. There was just so much.” He slurped the water and swished it around his mouth before also letting it fall into the basin. Wyrm turned the faucet off and turned back to his lover. The ghost was leaning back against the door frame looking down a bit sullenly. “Hey, dummy, I chose to do it. Now tell me I give the best head ever.” He accentuated the jab with a push to Specter’s shoulder. Specter rebalanced himself after the frim shove.

“Ehh, it was decent” Specter shrugged.

“You ass!” Wyrm said, while shoving Specter even more forcibly into the hallway. They laughed at each other. The short Gengar stepped forward and snaked his arms around his boyfriend’s midsection and pulled him into a bear hug.

With his face buried in Wyrm’s stomach, “It felt amazing, I loved every moment” he sincerely admitted. Above him, Wyrm smiled and returned the embrace.

“I’m glad, Specs” They sat in the hallway for a few minutes. Specter pulled back and smouldered up at Wyrm.

“But I have a promise to keep. You feeling up to it, stud?”

Wyrm nodded.

With that, the Gengar led the massive dragon even further into the hallway, coaxing him along with suggestive summons with his hands. He led him to his room which was only sparsely furnished with a bed the proportional size for a Gengar and a desk that held Spector’s pricey desktop. Wyrm’s eyes however were only on his boyfriend who beckoned the dragon to the bed. Wyrm, even in his aroused and eager state, saw the logistical issue at hand.

“Umm,” Wyrm tentatively started.

“Don’t worry, just sit here and I’ll stay on the floor.” Spector said while patting the bed. Wyrm sat down on it hesitantly, noting the definite sag as it bent under the dragon’s weight.

“So what do you want me to do?” Wyrm asked.

“Just sit back, spread your legs, and let me go to town, cutie. Oh, and let me know what feels good or makes you uncomfortable.” Specter said as he settled himself between his paramour’s legs. Wyrm split his legs as much as his bulky form let him.

Spector gazed longingly at Wyrm, the dragon was blushing slightly. A rosy tone coming to his cheeks, and his chest pulsing in an elevated rhythm. The grayish light from the overcast day filtering through the blinds and illuminates the dragon's beautiful form. Spector again counted himself among the luckiest Pokemon to call such an attractive 'mon as his own.

"God, you're so handsome." The ghost said sincerely. Wyrm's blush deepened but he didn't say anything. Spector started at Wyrm's scaley midsection. His hands wandered around the orange belly, feeling the toned layers of muscle below the surface. Wyrm sighed above him. The sensation of bristling fur against his smoother stomach scales tickling the giant slightly.

Wyrm leaned in and planted soft, sweet pecks on his boyfriend's body. Showing his appreciation for the Dragonite's form. Wyrm and the ghost had done this many times in the past during their late night secret meetings. Spector had admitted to his lover about having a mild worship kink which Wyrm gladly let him indulge.

The kisses continued as Spector traced left and right in a cycle across Wyrm's stomach. Each period moved slightly lower towards Spector's major goal. Wyrm's body started reacting as the kisses neared his sensitive nethers. His internal genitalia awakening in his slit.

Just as Spector's kisses arrived, Wyrm's member peaked just a smidge from its vent. Spector kept up his administrations. He sweetly pecked at the tip and down the shaft as inch after inch emerged from Wyrm’s vent. Another inch, many inches, Spector leaned back to admire the organ in its full form.

“Holy..” He exclaimed. Wyrm’s shaft was seven inches long. Slender and spear-like, ruby red, and soft, devoid of the traditional scales that littered the dragon’s form. Spector sat transfixed, committing the image to memory for later. Wyrm however was floundering a bit under the intense scrutiny.

“Is that a good ‘holy’ or a bad one?” the large dragon asked.

“A good one, dummy.” Spector responded, tearing his eyes away from the penis to look up at his boyfriend. “Your dick looks so cool!”

More of that worship kink came to light in Spector's mind, the ghost type loved looking at his boyfriend's body. The strength and power held in those legs as he stood above most others. The stout, heavyset arms that cradled him close when they spent nights together. The gentle eyes of a giant that wouldn't hurt a Ledyba. Spector again thanked whatever lucky sign he was hatched under to meet such an incredible man.

Wyrm however was getting anxious, "Is there something wrong? It's not too big or anything right? Cause if it is you don't have to do anything" he uttered a bit rushed.

"Oh, don't you worry an antennae on your head." The Gengar countered with his cocksure smile returning to his face. "It is true that you are very well equipped. But then again so am I." To emphasize his point, the stout ghost stuck a greater amount of his tongue out than normal. The absurdly long and dexterous muscle mass wedged itself into the soft folds of the dragon's vent to the base of Wyrm's member. A slow, agonizing journey up the underside followed.

Wyrm hissed above the ghost and stiffened as the sudden electric jolt rushed up his spine and into his brain. He recognized the symptoms of paralysis but wasn't sure if it was from the Lick or simulation to his dick. At the moment, he didn't care either. It felt amazing.

Spector was getting off on the jerky twitches and quick grunts his boyfriend made as he was overwhelmed with the friction and static running across their contact. Every inch after agonizing inch, moment after prolonged moment to further tease and rile Wyrm up more and more.

Spector reached the tip eventually and was treated with a pleasantly salty, bitter dripping of pre. Wyrm's uncontrollable spasms making a steady flow of it slip out.

"Fffuuck, man!" Wyrm cursed as Spector flicked at the pointy head like a salty sweet popsicle. Spector praised himself more on making the normally proper dragon-type embrace more blue language. It encouraged him to step up his game.

Taking full use of his Gengar morphisim, the giver started to trek back down the shaft, but instead of linearly, his tongue took a circuitous spiral path. Rotating slowly to coat the entire surface with his agile appendage. Once the whole cock was wrapped like an Ekans using Bind, Spector squeezed down.

The effect was immediate. Wyrm groaned out loud. The clamping tongue squeezing far beyond anything Wyrm has experienced before. While no stranger to masturbation, there was only so much stimulation he could achieve with his own less than adept hands. He shut his eyes as fireworks ignited across his sensitive penis. He felt his impending orgasm growing within his loins and couldn't imagine it getting any more amazing than this.

Except it was about to. For his final trick, the prankster pulled out his secret move. The one he'd been training on for just this moment. To show his love and appreciation for his boyfriend as best he could. Spector started to spin his tongue around to create a vortex of stimulation. Every surface, crevasse, and nub of Wyrm’s member was emblazoned with fire. An unrelenting fuego that lit his fuse faster and faster, all to reach his glorious finish.

It was super effective.

“God damnit!” Wyrm roared as throes of passion seized his very soul. An earth-shattering climax exploded through his body. White, hot, steamy cum erupted from his dick painting the purple ghost white. The dragon collapsed back onto the bed as it groaned under the sudden shifting of weight. Wyrm was panting like he had just finished a marathon, sweat dripped from his pores trying to cool his internal body temperature from the sudden burst of energy that ripped through him. All the while breathily moaning out more expletives.

Spector sat reveling in his partner’s afterglow. The warm heat of the cum and semen seeping into his naturally cold body. His cocky grin plastering his face. Slowly, Wyrm’s member started retreating back into his slit sliding past each coil of his tongue one last time before disappearing into its home. With a big slurp, Spector picked up as much of the standing cum from his face as he could and scooped it into his mouth. The taste was pleasing to the ghost. The salty, bitter sharp taste with a deeper hint of something smokey. Spector loved it, he loved the taste of his boyfriend’s cum, he loved that he got Wyrm off, he loved Wyrm.

Spector floated up from the floor and rested on top of Wyrm who was still laid out on the bed coming down from his high. He idly plopped on top of Wyrm’s waist and propped his head up with his hands. The ghost’s red eyes trained on the dragon’s face as it slowly tilted to look down. Spector replaced the smug look on his face with a kind, loving one. The two boyfriends, now lovers, shared an intimate moment of silence as they looked into each other's eyes. The silence stretched for about a minute before it was broken.

“So, what did you think?” Spector asked coyly

“Eh, it was decent.” The dragon countered cooly.

“Ass.” the ghost returned with a soft swat to the dragon’s forearm. The two chuckled at each other for a bit, reveling in their shared humor. With a contented sigh, Wyrm snaked his arms around Spector and pulled him close.

“It was amazing. Just like you.” Wyrm whispered. Spector could hear the sleep in his voice, unsurprising after such an intense orgasm.

“No, you’re the amazing one.” Spector said nuzzling down into the embrace, the radiating heat making him sleepy too.

The two pokemon fell asleep in each other’s arms, knowing that they were in the arms of the one they love and the one who loves them.