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To say that Maxie was pissed off would be an understatement.
Not only had his plans been thwarted despite the fact that he had fused with primal Groudon, but it seemed he had no known way of returning his body back to normal. While the ability to create and manipulate great quantities of lava and fire was an incredible and dream-fulfilling power for him to now have, the fact that his appearance had been so drastically changed to something so mismatched and monstrous that he could no longer plausibly be considered a human being was one hell of a downside. He didn’t plan to try again, so these powers now just felt like they only existed just to mock his failure.
So one could imagine that Maxie bumping into Archie while Maxie’s anger was boiling hotter than any lava he could produce did not at all help the situation. They found themselves face to face after Maxie had entered a cave passageway to hide himself from view after his defeat.
The redhead stopped in his tracks at the sight of Archie, his clawed hands immediately curling into fists. Archie also stopped, glancing with a tense but ultimately unreadable expression at Maxie’s new features.
“So,” Maxie adjusted his glasses before crossing his arms behind his back. He gritted his teeth at the sight of Archie’s own new form while trying desperately to keep his composure despite the raging storm inside his mind. The yellow markings now adorning the skin of both men after their fusion glowed brightly in the shady cave. “You fused with Kyogre, I see.”
Archie crossed his arms. “And ye with Groudon,” he replied gruffly.
A suffocatingly tense silence stretched between them.
“I see yer transformation has added some much-needed strength t’ yer scrawny limbs,” Archie commented, breaking the silence, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a lopsided grin.
Maxie exhaled shakily through his nose in an attempt to stay calm, feeling his eye twitch in irritation as Archie prodded at his temper like how a child might poke at a bug with a stick.
“And I see your transformation’s added even more bulk to an already frankly excessive frame,” Maxie snapped back.
Archie barked out a sharp laugh. “Only ye could manage t’ make the mention o’ me muscles sound insultin’,” he guffawed, his grin only widening and consequently only serving to infuriate Maxie further. “Somethin’ tells me ye’re jus’ jealous.”
Maxie scoffed. “Jealous? Why would I be jealous of someone who clearly only has such a brutish form just to make up for his lack of intelligence!” he huffed, gesturing vaguely at Archie, though his gaze lingered for a fraction too long to be anything less than admiring on the ‘form’ he had mentioned that was so conveniently shown by the excessively open collar of Archie’s wetsuit.
Archie’s eyebrows furrowed, his smile fading as he stepped forward, jabbing his finger into Maxie’s chest accusingly, making him take a step back. “Well, ‘scuse me, mister geologist,” he growled, “but our plans were well-nigh identical, ‘n yet” -he gestured between them- “we both failed, didn’t we? So if anythin’, ye’re jus’ about as smart as me in all this.”
Maxie gritted his teeth, swatting away Archie’s clawed hand with an indignant huff. Though he wouldn’t admit it, Archie’s words stung. For both him and his rival to have failed their plans felt even more shameful than an outright defeat, again proving the fact that Maxie had tried to ignore for so long that he and Archie were both much more similar than either of them would like to admit.
“Who cares if we both failed?” Maxie scoffed, taking another step back at his sudden realisation of their proximity. “The only thing that matters now is how we plan to change back to normal.”
Archie grinned, tilting his head. “We? Ye’re sayin’ ye wants us t’ work together?” he teased him.
“No, that is not what I meant,” Maxie huffed. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to consult my team - my team of scientists, no less - to find a solution,” he continued haughtily, now jabbing his own finger at Archie. “You can go consult your team of sailors or whatever your gang of hooligans is supposed to be.”
Archie grabbed Maxie’s wrist and yanked it down to his side, making Maxie yelp in surprise as the action pulled him closer and prevented him from leaving. “First o’ all, they be pirates,” he growled, “and second o’ all, ye and yer little scientists be goin’ t’ help me turn back too.”
Maxie stared Archie in the eyes, determined not to let his eyes wander anywhere else, his heartbeat thumping in his ears at their sudden proximity. Of course it was just from the outrage at Archie having invaded his personal space - at least that’s what he told himself. Up close he could see the finer details of Archie’s transformation, like how the glowing symbol on his forehead matched Kyogre’s just like how Maxie’s matched Groudon’s, and how Archie’s ears had extended into fin-like shapes reminiscent of the tail fin of Kyogre. Archie’s eyes also matched his own, the rings of glowing molten gold that were his irises standing in stark contrast to the inky black of his scleras. Up close, Maxie’s senses were overwhelmed with that scent of sea salt that always seemed to follow Archie everywhere. His hand flexed in Archie’s grip, finding the strength of it near painful in its intensity.
“Oh?” Maxie grimaced, trying to ignore his racing heart. “And why would we do that?”
“’Cause,” Archie began, close enough now that Maxie could feel his breath hot on his face, fogging up his glasses. “If ye manage t’ turn yourself back ’n I don’t, then I could easily try me plan again ’n ye wouldn’t be able t’ stop me,” he continued smugly.
Maxie let out a quiet, disbelieving scoff. “You’re insufferable,” was the only response he could offer weakly. “Now, let go of me, would you?”
Archie didn’t. In fact, his grip on his wrist only seemed to tighten. Maxie’s brow furrowed, irritation flaring, and he lifted his free hand to Archie’s chest with the clear intent of shoving him back-
But he didn’t. For a moment, he simply… left it there. Maxie’s breath caught as he realised that at this close, he could feel everything - the heat radiating off Archie’s body, the faint dampness of sea salt clinging to his skin, the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing and his heartbeat under Maxie’s hand, far calmer than his own. He frowned, more at himself than anything. “Let. Go,” Maxie repeated, more sharply this time, though it lacked the bite he had hoped for.
Archie tilted his head, watching him with that same unreadable expression. “Or what?” he asked slowly, his voice lower now.
Maxie opened his mouth to respond with some witty remark, but he faltered. Archie was too close. Far too close. That was the problem. Close enough that he could see the faint shift in Archie’s expression, the way his gaze flickered, not to Maxie’s eyes but lower, for the briefest moment, before returning. Close enough that if either of them moved even slightly-
Maxie gritted his teeth, trying to end that thought before it could trouble him. His fingers curled, just barely, against Archie’s chest. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath, though whether he meant Archie’s actions or his own was unclear.
Archie huffed a quiet, almost amused breath. “Aye. It is.”
Neither of them moved.
Maxie became acutely aware of the fact that he hadn’t pulled his hand away. Or that Archie still hadn’t released his wrist. Or that the space between them had somehow dwindled to almost nothing at all. He knew he should try to step back. He didn’t. Instead, his palm pushed against Archie’s chest, but it was far too feeble of an attempt at pushing him away for Archie to consider it. Archie’s eyes flicked down again, more noticeably this time, tracking the movement, before lifting back up to meet Maxie’s.
The silence stretched between them, with Maxie’s face burning like it was being dunked in molten lava. His pulse thudded loudly in his ears, his thoughts directing themselves in a way that felt both unfamiliar and deeply unwelcome. This was Archie. His rival. His opposite. Everything about this, about him, should have been intolerable.
And yet…
His jaw tightened. “Say something,” he snapped, the words coming out quieter than he had intended.
Archie’s grip shifted slightly, loosening enough to not hurt but still firm, and he adjusted his hand, his thumb brushing almost absentmindedly against the inside of Maxie’s wrist. Maxie tensed up at the sensation.
“…What d’ye want me t’ say?” Archie murmured, his gaze steady, his voice dipping just enough to send an unwelcome shiver down Maxie’s spine.
Maxie didn’t answer, and a suffocating silent stretched between them once again. The tension between them that Maxie didn’t want to admit was there was so thick it could be cut with a knife.
Then, Archie released Maxie’s hand, and Maxie found that a flicker of disappointment crossed his mind at the action. His hand fell away from Archie’s chest in response, but before his hand had even reached his side, he felt himself be grabbed by the lapels of his coat and slammed back against the wall of the cave. Maxie’s gasp was cut off as Archie closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against his, wasting no time in pushing his tongue past the other man’s teeth into the burning hot cavern of his mouth.
“Mmph!” Maxie’s muffled cry of surprise only served to make Archie’s grip on his coat tighten. Maxie then shoved Archie away, breaking the kiss. Archie stepped back as Maxie leaned back against the wall of the cave, panting, his face flushed as red as his hair. Archie desperately wished he could take a photo of him in this state.
“What… What the hell was that?!” Maxie stammered, both exasperated and flustered, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. Archie seemed to tense up at his reaction, opening his mouth as if to trying to say something but faltering. Maxie knew he should be fuming, should scream at Archie for doing that and storm out of the cave - and that’s what he had intended to do now that the kiss was broken. Except he found himself not angry like he thought he would be, but instead regretful at having pushed Archie away. A confusing jumble of emotions swirled about in his head and Maxie found himself very uncharacteristically unable to think logically. So he did the only thing he could think of - following what his body told him.
He surged forward before Archie could step back, squeezing his eyes shut as he grabbed him by the collar of his wetsuit, pulling him back into a kiss. Now it was Archie’s turn to freeze in shock, but eventually he relaxed, grabbing Maxie by the hips and pulling his body flush against his and closing his eyes. Maxie hated how easily he let his jaw slacken when Archie’s tongue pressed against his teeth, asking for access to his mouth again. Maxie’s senses narrowed down to the feeling of the hard planes of Archie’s body pressed up against him and Archie’s lips moving against his own. The kiss was heated, bordering on feral in its intensity, their tongues snagging on each other’s jagged teeth, the sharp, coppery tang from droplets of their own blood filling their mouths and only serving to heighten their frenzied motions.
Maxie found himself pressed up against the wall once more, Archie’s body pinning him in place. Both the men’s lungs eventually began to burn from the lack of oxygen and they were forced to pull apart, breathing heavily whilst staring into each other’s eyes. A string of saliva connected their lips as they pulled away, which Archie wiped away with a grin. Before Maxie could react, Archie reached up and tangled his clawed hand in Maxie’s hair before harshly yanking his head back, exposing the pale column of his neck. Maxie hissed at the sudden pinpricks of pain in his scalp, his claws digging into Archie’s shoulders in protest.
“What do you think you’re-” Maxie’s question was cut off as Archie suddenly leaned down, pulling down the neck of Maxie’s turtleneck before beginning to lavish his neck with harsh kisses, making Maxie let out a surprised moan at the feeling of Archie’s lips against his neck. Archie’s movements were frenzied, his large hands now roughly groping and squeezing Maxie’s hips and ass.
“Ah- Archie…” Maxie groaned in an attempt to sound displeased, but he couldn’t help the moan that crept into his voice from the sharp pang of arousal caused by Archie’s aggressive ministrations. Maxie groaned again, shifting uncomfortably on his feet at his growing arousal making his trousers suddenly feel far too tight. Maxie could see that Archie was also not unaffected, the tight material of his wetsuit making his arousal abundantly clear, and likely just as if not more uncomfortable than Maxie’s. He also couldn’t help but notice that it seemed rather… sizable, to say the least.
Maxie’s face burned as he immediately banished that train of thought from his mind.
When Archie moved his body closer to press even harder against Maxie’s, the feeling of the other man’s arousal pressed against his own drove Maxie crazy, and it took everything in his power not to buck his hips forward to chase the friction he so desperately needed.
“Fuck!” Maxie suddenly gasped as a sharp pain blossomed in the side of his neck - Archie had, in his frenzy, bitten him. His sharpedo-like teeth had brought a few droplets of blood to the surface, which Archie quickly licked away, before muttering a very unapologetic “Sorry” against Maxie’s neck. The feeling of Archie’s tongue on his skin sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core, and he let out a breathy moan before he could stop himself. Archie pulled back, raising an eyebrow with an amused grin at Maxie’s reaction.
“You’re… barbaric,” Maxie muttered, lifting a hand to his neck where Archie had bit him, but there was no real venom to his words. Archie’s gaze lingered on Maxie’s face, admiring his kiss-swollen lips, his flushed cheeks and the way his glasses were slipping down his face with a feeling of pride at being the one to do that to him.
He laughed, a gruff, rumbling sound that Maxie found infuriatingly sexy. “Ye ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” he replied lowly, his words a promise that send a shiver down Maxie’s spine. Archie pulled Maxie back into a kiss, his hands grabbing at Maxie’s jacket and pulling it off of him and letting it fall to the ground, before beginning to work on undoing his hoodie too.
Maxie suddenly broke the kiss, grabbing Archie’s hand to stop him. “Wait- you’re not… you’re not seriously considering doing… that here?” Maxie hissed, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as if only just now remembering that they were technically in a semi-public place.
Archie let go of the zipper, raising an eyebrow. “Aye… Why? Do ye not wanna?” he asked.
“No, I… I do, but this is a public space!” Maxie snapped back.
“Hardly,” Archie scoffed, his grin widening as he took a step forward, grabbing Maxie harshly by the chin and pulling him closer. “Come on, Maxie, don't go blue-ballin’ yerself, ye know ye wanna,” he purred lowly. Maxie’s breath hitched at the action, the cold smoothness of Archie’s claws making him shudder. He hated the fact that he was right, that every bone in his body was screaming for him to ignore the circumstances and just let Archie do as he pleased.
Maxie exhaled deeply though his nose. “Fine.”
“That be the spirit,” Archie chuckled, “Now, let’s get all these layers off o’ ye, shall we?”
The two began to undress one another, finding that their claws made things a lot more difficult than they had expected. Archie struggled to keep a grip on the zipper of Maxie’s hoodie as he tried to undo it, growing more and more frustrated by the minute.
“I ought t’ jus’ tear yer stupid outfit off o’ ye at this point,” Archie growled in frustration as the zipper slipped from his grip for what seemed like the hundredth time.
“Says the one wearing a ridiculous wetsuit,” Maxie snapped back. What he had really wanted to say, however, was that he wouldn’t mind if that really was the solution Archie came to. The thought made Maxie’s already painfully hard cock twitch in his underwear, and he let out an impatient groan. He couldn’t handle waiting any longer, so he reached down, beginning to palm himself through his shorts with a sigh of relief. He had hardly started before Archie’s hand was suddenly grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away. Maxie let out a rather pathetic whine in protest before he could stop himself.
“Be. Patient,” Archie snarled. “Ye don’t get t’ touch yerself unless I say so, got it?” His voice was suddenly low and commanding, sending a pang of arousal through Maxie’s body. Some indignant part of him wanted to snap back at Archie that he wouldn’t take orders from him, but his body betrayed him and he simply nodded and obeyed.
Archie grinned approvingly and let go of Maxie’s wrist, continuing his attempt at Maxie’s zipper. “Good boy.”
Maxie’s eyes widened, his knees suddenly feeling weak. Archie’s words went straight to his cock and he couldn’t help but let out a desperate groan at the near painful arousal that shot through his body. “Fuck…” he panted, suddenly breathless, “Don’t… Don’t call me that, I- I’ll…”
Archie’s grin widened, a mischievous glint appearing in his eye at Maxie’s reaction to those two simple words, making a mental note of it for later.
Finally, Archie managed to undo the zipper, and he wasted no time removing the hoodie and throwing it aside, before grabbing Maxie’s turtleneck and lifting that off and over his head too, until Maxie was stood before him shirtless. Maxie shuddered as the cool air hit his skin, and he couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. Archie admired the way the skin on his arms faded into the deep red of Groudon’s body at his arms and the glowing gold markings that ran down his body, branching off like the cracks in a pool of cooling lava.
Archie reached for Maxie’s belt, but the redhead stopped him. “Not until you take off your ridiculous wetsuit,” he replied, unsure he’d be able to handle being almost naked in front of a fully-clothed Archie otherwise. Archie looked a little disappointed but he shrugged and obliged, removing his anchor necklace and his belt before beginning to unzip his wetsuit.
“I will warn ye,” Archie began with a chuckle, “Thar be nothin’ sexy about takin’ this thing off, that be fer sure.”
It then became painfully evident that Archie was indeed telling the truth, and as the pirate struggled his way out of his tight clothing, Maxie couldn’t help but laugh. His laughter, however, quickly faded once he saw Archie without his wetsuit, stood there in only his boxers. Maxie’s eyes raked over Archie’s muscular body, his gaze lingering on the glowing markings gained from his fusion with Kyogre that ran down his body and the way his arms and legs faded from his normal skin tone to the deep blue of primal Kyogre’s body at his hands and feet. It took everything in him to not let his gaze linger on the trail of dark hair just below his toned stomach that beckoned the eyes further downwards. The difference between their builds was stark, and Maxie realised that Archie could simply just snap him like a twig should he decide to, and he couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t done so previously.
Archie noticed Maxie’s appreciative gaze dart away once he looked at him, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Like what ye see, do ye?” he teased, grinning.
“Shut up…” Maxie mumbled, rolling his eyes. The last thing he felt Archie needed was an ego boost.
Archie now wasted no time grabbing Maxie by the belt and beginning to undo it, making Maxie’s breath hitch in his throat. Archie made quick work of it, and soon he had pulled both it and Maxie’s shorts off, leaving him also in just his boxers and his glasses. Maxie’s face flushed at the feeling of being so exposed, as well as at Archie’s gaze raking over his body so shamelessly. The pirate stepped closer, grabbing Maxie by the waist and pulling him flush against him once more. The two men let out twin groans at the feeling of their crotches pressed together. Archie leaned in and captured Maxie’s lips in a searing kiss, Archie’s hands feeling up Maxie’s torso and Maxie’s hands feeling up Archie’s. Maxie bucked his hips desperately up against Archie’s, moaning into the kiss at the delicious friction. Archie growled his approval into the kiss, so Maxie continued his movements, shamelessly grinding against the other man and huffing out breathy moans.
Suddenly, Archie pulled away. Maxie wiped the fogginess off of his glasses and looked up at him in confusion, his eyes half-lidded and hazy with lust. “Why did you- mmph!” Maxie’s question was cut off as Archie suddenly shoved two fingers into his mouth.
“Suck.” Archie demanded gruffly.
Maxie’s eyes widened slightly at the realisation of what this was for, and he obliged, lapping at and swirling his tongue around the digits in his mouth, trying to get them as wet as possible, all the while glaring at Archie as a mix of indignation and reluctant arousal at his aggressive motions swirled about in his head. Eventually, Archie pulled them out, and, using his clean hand, pushed Maxie against the wall again. He grinned as his fingers traced the waistband of Maxie’s underwear, tantalisingly slipping the tip of the fingers on his clean hand beneath the waistband before removing them again.
Maxie gritted his teeth at Archie’s teasing. “Fucking hurry up,” he hissed.
Archie rolled his eyes, finally pulling down Maxie’s boxers with one harsh tug. Maxie’s cock sprang free and he hissed as the cool air hit his heated flesh, turning his face away to hide his embarrassment at being seen like this.
Archie grinned at Maxie’s flustered reaction, his clean hand wrapping around Maxie’s hard cock and making him gasp. “Not bad,” Archie commented, giving it a quick stroke before letting go again, his voice a low, teasing purr.
“Shut up,” Maxie grumbled, his breathing heavy from the teasing.
Archie simply grinned, before grabbing one of Maxie’s legs by the thigh and lifting it, encouraging Maxie to wrap it around his hip, which he did. He then reached between them, pressing a wet finger up to Maxie’s dry hole, trying to push past the rim.
Maxie tensed up at the feeling. “Archie, s-stop… it’s… it’s still too dry,” he said, trying to put his leg back down. Archie obliged and moved his hand away. “Can’t you… summon some water, or something?” Maxie asked, flustered.
Archie shook his head. “Water’s a bad lubricant, jus’ dries out the skin. S’pose it could work if we were entirely submerged in it, but I get the feelin’ ye wouldn’t want that,” he chuckled.
Maxie immediately shook his head.
Suddenly, Archie’s grin widened. “Turn ’round,” he commanded.
Maxie blinked in confusion. “What?”
“Turn around, bend o’er ’n put yer hands on the wall,” Archie continued. “I ’ave an idea.”
Maxie hesitantly obeyed, his cheeks burning at the exposed and vulnerable position he was now in. The wall was cold and rough against his hands, and he shuddered. His breath hitched in his throat as he heard Archie position himself behind him, and when he felt Archie’s hands grab his ass and spread his cheeks apart, he glanced behind him. “What are you gonna-”
Maxie gasped loudly, his body jerking in surprise as his question was cut off by the sensation of Archie having leaned in and licked a stripe up from behind his balls up to his tailbone. “Archie!” Maxie yelped incredulously. Then he felt Archie’s tongue lapping at his hole, the sensation making his legs feel weak. Archie’s grip on his hips tightened, and without warning he pushed his tongue inside him.
“Ah-! Oh fuck…” Maxie moaned loudly, his back arching at the feeling of the sudden penetration, the action pushing his ass back against Archie’s face. Maxie panted and moaned as Archie continued to eat him out with vigour, Archie’s beard brushing against Maxie’s bare skin with every movement. Archie delighted in Maxie’s soft sounds, growling his approval at how responsive the redhead was, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through Maxie’s body. The wet, filthy sounds of Archie’s ministrations echoed obscenely throughout the cave, and Maxie whimpered as he felt his cock twitch and begin to leak precome onto the cave floor, his arms aching from how they were positioned on the wall. “Archie, please… I- I’m gonna…” Maxie panted, struggling to get his words out. Archie seemed to understand and pulled away, leaving Maxie feeling cold and empty.
Maxie stood up properly again, his back against the wall as he panted, and Archie wasted no time stepping forwards and shoving his fingers in Maxie’s mouth again. Maxie felt his cheeks burn at the humiliation of having to do this again, and he made his displeasure clear by biting down slightly on Archie’s fingers, who rolled his eyes and pressed them a little further into his mouth to get back at him. Maxie gagged a little at the action, glaring at Archie as he pulled his fingers out.
Archie then pulled off his boxers and kicked them aside, leaving him just as bare as Maxie. Maxie tensed as his gaze fell on Archie’s own hard, throbbing cock, a mixture of arousal and a hint of nervousness bubbling up inside him at the sight. His previous thoughts were correct - Archie was definitely well-endowed. So much so that Maxie swallowed hard at the thought of taking him, unsure if he would be able to handle it. Archie seemed to notice his reaction and grinned, so Maxie tried to move past the thoughts, not wanting to boost Archie’s ego any further. He grabbed onto Archie’s shoulders and wrapped his leg around his waist so that Archie could reach down and line his fingers up with Maxie’s now saliva-slick hole. He pressed one finger inside him, unrelenting in his pressure until it had sunk in to the second knuckle. Maxie groaned as Archie added a second finger and began to steadily pump them in and out of him, the mixture of his and Maxie’s saliva easing the way as he worked him open. Maxie wet his own hand, reaching between them to stroke Archie’s aching cock, who groaned in response.
“Fuck,” Maxie moaned when the fingers inside him bent and pressed insistently on his prostate, his head falling back against the wall. The remaining leg holding him up buckled but Archie caught his weight, hauling him off the ground entirely to pin him against the wall. Maxie’s legs moved almost instinctively to wrap around Archie’s waist and his arms did the same around Archie’s shoulders, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt him line the tip of his cock up with his entrance.
“Ready?” Archie asked, his eyes meeting Maxie’s.
Maxie nodded.
“Come on, use yer words,” Archie teased.
Maxie gritted his teeth, praying that Archie wouldn’t try and make him beg for it. “Just put it in already!” he hissed, trying to make his tone sound more like an order and less like a plea. Archie finally obliged and began to push inside him, groaning at the feeling of his cock being encompassed by Maxie’s searing heat, while a small squeak escaped Maxie’s mouth at the discomfort of the stretch.
“Fuck, ye’re tight,” Archie grunted as Maxie groaned at the mix of pleasure and pain from being split open on Archie’s cock. The two of them both took a moment once Archie was fully sheathed inside Maxie, Maxie’s head tipped back against the wall while he panted and Archie’s face buried in the crook of Maxie’s neck. Maxie rolled his hips, which Archie took as a sign to move and began to fuck into him, starting a steady pace which soon grew rougher and rougher until he was slamming into Maxie, angling himself so that he was hitting his prostate with every thrust. Maxie’s glasses slipped off of his face and clattered to the floor and the coarse wall of the cave scratched against his bare back as his body jerked with every thrust, but he was too focused on the overwhelming pleasure turning his mind into a lustful haze to care about the pain or the decrease in the quality of his vision.
Only the occasional small sound escaped Maxie’s mouth, his teeth biting down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, and it became evident that he was trying his best to stifle his moans - even now he was trying to hide his enjoyment of the moment from Archie. This, combined with the fact that at this angle, Archie was restricted from going as roughly as he would like, made the pirate decide he would switch things up in the hopes of solving both of those problems. Maxie let out a soft, confused whine of complaint when Archie suddenly pulled out and set Maxie standing again, but before Maxie could question him, he found himself being shoved off of his feet. He gasped sharply as he landed on the cold, hard floor with a loud thump.
“Archie, what the fuck?!” he yelled, but before he could get back onto his feet, Archie was on top of him, pinning him back down to the floor. Maxie gasped as Archie harshly grabbed his thighs and spread them apart before throwing his legs over his own shoulders, practically folding Maxie in half, thrusting his hips forward and pushing inside Maxie again with one quick motion. Archie started up his thrusts again, this time even harder, and Maxie, to his credit, seemed flexible enough to remain in that position without too much discomfort. Archie panted with each thrust, thrilled that with this new pace, Maxie had realised that trying to hide his moans was pointless and was now letting out every sound that came to his mouth. Archie eventually shifted the position, moving forwards and over Maxie’s body slightly so that Maxie wasn’t forced to keep his spine at an uncomfortable angle. Maxie wrapped his legs around Archie and flung his arms around his shoulders, his claws digging into Archie’s back as he held on for dear life.
“Archie… fuck! Please, don’t stop, please, Archie!” Maxie found himself babbling, too far gone in the pleasure to care if Archie could see the full extent of the effect he had on him. Hearing his own name come from Maxie in such a breathy moan only spurred Archie on further, and he leaned down, burying his face in the crook of Maxie’s neck to (rather hypocritically) stifle his own moans. Suddenly, Maxie let out a sharp gasp as he felt Archie sink his jagged teeth into his shoulder, which then turned into a moan as he felt Archie’s tongue drag across the wound and up the side of his neck to clean up the blood that had welled up from the pierced skin. Maxie dug his claws into Archie’s shoulders at the mix of pain and pleasure, his claws scrabbling at Archie’s back and drawing blood. The two continued to claw and bite at one another like wild animals as they neared their climaxes, Archie leaning down and capturing Maxie’s lips in a demanding kiss to swallow down the other man’s moans. Archie leaned down to suck a bruise into Maxie’s neck, whose breathing had grown more ragged, his climax rapidly approaching.
“Archie, I- I’m gonna…” Maxie whined, his voice strained as he struggled to speak through his moans. He pulled Archie impossibly closer, whose thrusts were growing increasingly desperate as he chased his own climax.
“Good boy, Maxie,” Archie purred into his ear, “Come for me.”
Maxie gasped at Archie’s words, unheeding of the delightfully whorish moan that spilled from his lips as the praise sent him over the edge, his back arching as he came hard between them with a cry of Archie’s name, his claws digging painfully into Archie’s shoulders.
The way Maxie’s inner walls clenched around Archie’s cock as he came finally sent Archie over the edge, and he buried himself inside Maxie with one last brutal thrust, coming deep inside him with a gruff moan of his name. Maxie let out one last soft moan at the feeling of being filled as he lay boneless on the floor, his mind still reeling from his intense orgasm. Archie pulled his softening cock out of him and Maxie winced at the feeling of Archie’s cum slowly leaking out of him. Archie flopped down onto the floor beside him, and they both lay there silently for a while, catching their breath as they came down from the high of their orgasms and processed what had just happened. Archie winced at the feeling of the scratches Maxie had left rubbing against the cold, hard floor, but he found he didn’t mind the pain too much if it meant he would have a reminder for a while after of the experience they just shared.
Eventually Maxie sat up, but as he did, he hissed at the pain in his shoulder, his hand coming up to the wound Archie’s teeth left and coming away bloody.
“Ugh, did you have to be so… feral?” Maxie huffed, but part of him thrilled at seeing his blood on his hand, knowing that it was Archie who did it to him.
Archie scoffed, sitting up and turning to Maxie. “Don't act like ye didn’t enjoy it,” he chuckled. “Besides, ye’re not any better. ’Ave ye seen wha’ ye’ve done t’ me back?”
Maxie snorted. “Fair point, but it’s not entirely my fault - I’m not exactly used to having claws,” he chuckled. He shifted a little and grimaced at the feeling of his own release growing tacky on his skin. Archie noticed this and held up his hand, conjuring up some water out of thin air that floated above his hand.
“Want me t’ wash it off?” he offered.
Maxie’s brows furrowed as he looked at the effects of Archie’s new powers.
“Uh, no thanks,” he huffed stubbornly. “Keep your Kyogre powers away from me, please.”
Archie rolled his eyes, making the water disappear with a flick of his wrist, before an idea came to his mind and he grinned.
“Alright then…” he scoffed, before suddenly leaning down towards Maxie, gripping his waist as he licked up Maxie’s abdomen, cleaning the cum from his skin with his tongue.
“Ack! Archie, don’t be gross!” Maxie shrieked, blushing furiously as he tried to push Archie’s head away, but he couldn’t deny the shudder of arousal that shot down his spine at the sight and sensation of such a filthy act. Once Maxie had managed to push Archie away, he was already done, and he grinned, meeting Maxie’s gaze as he licked his lips.
“Want me to sort that out too?” Archie purred smugly, gesturing to the cum around his thighs that had leaked from his ass.
Maxie turned his head away, his face burning, groaning as another traitorous thrill of arousal spiked through him at the thought of Archie’s mouth on his ass again. He couldn’t handle the teasing, at least not this soon after sex. “You’re insufferable,” he muttered.
Archie’s grin only widened, unbothered by the insult. “So ye’ve mentioned.”
Eventually they cleaned up as best as they could, with Maxie eventually allowing Archie to use his powers to help him clean up. Once they’d put their clothes back on, there was a long moment of awkward silence as the two stood there, unsure of what to do. The weight of the realisation of what they had just done had finally begun to fully sink in, and now the two of them found themselves unable to even make eye contact.
“Wow, we really just…” Maxie trailed off as he put his glasses back on, pushing them up the bridge of his nose if only just to give himself something to do.
“Uh huh…” Archie replied.
The silence stretched between them again, suffocating in its weight.
Maxie cleared his throat, straightening his coat. “This was… a lapse in judgement,” he said finally, his voice regaining its familiar composure. “Just a spur of the moment thing… It would be best if we didn’t repeat it.”
Archie didn’t answer straight away.
When Maxie finally risked a glance up, he found him looking at him with that same unreadable expression again.
“Aye,” Archie said at last. “If that be wha’ ye want.”
Maxie hesitated. Just for a second.
“…It is,” he replied.
Archie hummed softly, like he didn’t quite believe him, but let it go anyway.
“Right, then.”
Neither of them moved.
“I’m… going to go work on trying to figure out how to turn back,” Maxie finally said, “I’ll… I’ll let you know if I find out how.”
Archie blinked, clearly caught off guard.
“…That so?” he said, a hint of his usual grin returning, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Thought ye were plannin’ on keepin’ that one t’ yerself.”
Maxie didn’t answer, his gaze darting away.
Archie huffed a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.
“…Cheers, then.”
Maxie turned to leave, risking one final, quick glance back at Archie.
“Goodbye, Archie,” he said.
“See ya, Maxie,” Archie replied gently.