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Walking down the ever familiar path he was used to, Astrapi was making his way to his....companion's house—treehouse technically. He'd been over his house so many times, it was like his second home when he wanted to get away from his duties. He had just finished a tour, and while being back to his city was exciting, it's not like he had many duties anymore. Not many trainers made it to his gym thess days, which was truly a shame. He spent a lot of money to make it look like colosseum. As he walked, the cold air seemed to wrap its arms around Astrapi, causing him to shiver slightly; maybe wearing his toga wasn't the best idea.

This night, however, he felt something different—like that feeling you get when you wanna confess something personal. He complained to himself about how cold it was, some layers would've been nice, but he reckoned he'd arrive at his destination before the weather got to him. The woods around him were rumored to be haunted with the souls of lost people and pokémon alike. He could sware he heard voices calling out his name, but he knew better than to stray off the path his friend had laid out for him. Sometimes, during moments where the wind seemed to still, he wondered what would happen if he gave in and listened to them...

Before long, he arrived at the treehouse. He put his hand up to the door and knocked on it.

"Hey, are you alive in there!?" Astrapi shouted out teasingly as he continued pounding on the door.

When the door was opened, he was greeted by the Chandelure. She was basically the house's matron, even Oliver listened to her commands most days. "Oh, it's you! Hey twin, how's it been going?" The Chandelure softened her gaze upon noticing a familiar face and lifted one of her metal rods up and down, mimicking a wave.

She floated to the side, allowing Astrapi to enter. "Thanks, also did you get a new flame, it looks nice on you!" The pokémon laughed, the best way as Chandelure could laugh, then closed the door and floated off towards the ceiling to resume her position of watching over the main part of the house.

He began to walked around the estate, taking in everything he could visibly see. There were huge bookcases filled to the brim with books about things from witchcraft, the history of the island and the town of Gemya, and guides on helping the dead move on. One in particular caught his eye– the cover was a deep vermillion and looked to be made from leather. The title of it was written in a deep black and read; 'Life & Death; How to Move Spirits Into the Afterlife'.

"This book seems super interesting," He paused. "Dose...it have anything about bringing a loved one back....?"

"Im not a necromancer, I still don't know where people got that from."

Astrapi turned around quickly to see a tall, lanky figure looming over him like a ghost. His face sunken in at the bones, and his arms looked no better. He was covered nearly head to toe, dressed in early Victoria Era clothing. A corset wrapped tightly around his midframe, but oddly, it did more to fill his fail looking body rather than compress it. His skin was as pale as the moon, and he had deep eyebags underneath his eyes. Despite his undead apperance, his hair was neatly combed back and his face clearly freshly shaved.

"Oli, it's you!!" He shouted out as he wrapped his arms around the taller man's waist. He out his head onto his chest and looked up at Oliver. A smile started to spread across his face as he squeezed the man tigher, ignoring the huff of uncomfortability he gave.

"Indeed it is... Greetings, Electric Gym Leader. Was the walk here pleasant?" He looked down and cracked a small happy-ish looking face at Astrapi. It was hard to know exactly what he felt.

He unwrapped his arms from around Oliver and put them on his hips. "It was so cold, I'm damn near naked in this toga!" He sighed. "Not to mention that all only little woodchips kept getting on my feet and in my toes." He folded his arms over his chest and looked off to the side. "But I'm just glad I'm here now, what have you been up to?"

Oliver stared at him for a moment. "You do look rather... exposed. Are you sure it's appropriate for you to be seen in that?"

"Well," he began, "unless it falls off of me during a prefomance, than yeah. Technically it's like a one piece, but for guys. That's the best way I can describe it."

"So... everytime you preform and battle, you risk indecency...?" He mumbled, wearing that shit-eating grin of his.

Astrapi glanced up at Oliver skeptically. "Why are you so fixated on me being naked?" He's never been this quizical about his clothing before. "You wanna see me naked or something?" He snickered as he said that ladt part, halfway joking. Only halfway though.

"You never answered the question though, so who's really perverted?" He snapped back, starting to feel something bubble up in his chest.

"Of course your mind immediately goes to something perverted. Typical." He responded with an arrogant scoff.

"Why do you wanna know so bad? If you wish to strip then go right ahead, I have no means to stop you." His grin turned into a wide smirk. Oliver took a short step foward, crowding Astrapi's space. In a slight fluster, Astrapi backed up to put up space, running himself into the wall behind him. Due to the near one foot height difference, he had no choice but to look up at that annoyingly cocky smile.

He gulped, hoping and pleading Oliver couldn't see his body react. He hadn't even touched him yet and he was acting like a dog to a bone. But, he wasn't about to back down. The jackass didnt need a bigger ego.

He reached up and grabbed his ruff, pulling Oliver towards him until they were inches apart from one another. He then grabbed his hand and put it on the toga strap that when across his shoulder. "Take it off yourself," he challeneged, never breaking eye contact. His eyes looked the taller man up and down, almost making a show of mentally undressing him.

Oliver froze, breaking the eye-contact he could typically maintain to stare at how Astrapi had grabbed his hand. It wasn't harsh, steady and challenging, but not harsh. Astrapi was the cocky one now. Oliver never was handked gently before, it was always the easiest way to distract him or make him freeze. Normally Oliver would have already talked his way out of this position, but he was caught off guard, just as Astrapi knew he would be.

Astrapi put his hand over Oliver's and began to slowly slide off his shoulder strap on his toga. Oliver couldn't help but stand perfectly still; Astrapi's deep, rich skin contrasted perfect with his white and gold rimmed toga. His golden-leaf headband complimented his big afro– holding it in place to sit like a natural crown. His full lips showing a prideful grin, as if he knew the affect he was having on Oliver. His muscles were defined, his chest almost taunting Oliver, as if beckoning him to give in to his desires.

"I know what you wanna do Oli, I see it in your eyes.." He reached his other hand out and cupped Oliver's face in it. "I just wanna hear you say you want me, and then, I'm yours." Astrapi was playing a dangerous game currently, he didn't know deep down how much Oliver wanted him, and how much he kept to himself, and now he was given the chance to act out his thoughts. He couldn't wait any longer.

"You are too great a temptation," He sighed as he ran his cracked and dry hand Astrapi's chest, causing him to let out a low groan. "You were a curse, at first. A nuisance. You made me crave to be around the living, to hear a heartbeat. I had enough trouble handling my mortal needs, then you had to complicate things. Give me wants as well..." His voice was laced with a mixture of desire and desperation. "You should bear the burden of the trouble you've caused. I lay my weakness in your hands, my dearest friend."

How could Astrapi refuse a confession like that?

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Author's Note; if this somehow reaches an audience, hello!!! i hope the story was good! this acc is ran by 2 people, and you can refer to me as author #1!! at the end of each story, we'll write down who where what chapter, and who did editing so it will look something like this;

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