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The Tides Of Fate

"Ah, Motochika... It's interesting seeing you here. I would’ve loved to prepare a more cordial welcome for you, but I was a bit taken aback when you said you wanted to meet here instead of at the battle garden. No army for me to face?"

"Not today, old rival," Motochika flashed a cocky grin, the same one that Motonari had fallen in love with all those years ago, and the stark reminder of just how bad he had fallen had his own smile dropping completely.

Motonari shifted nervously in his roller chair as he looked to see Motochika, warlord of Fontaine, standing by the door of his home office. The man had suddenly sent a letter after years of invading his kingdom and failing to overthrow his rulership requesting a private meeting, so against his better judgement, he'd agreed and sent a letter back telling Motochika to meet him at his home. It just so happened that his humble abode had some rather odd architecture and choices in regard to how the rooms were set up, so his office was the first room that you entered when coming in through the front door- that of which he hadn't even left unlocked and had no idea how Motochika opened.

He ignored whatever questions he might've had about Motochika's apparent lock-picking skills (or maybe he hadn't locked the door like he'd thought?) and gestured to the chair in front of him, that of which was across his desk and facing his body, set there purposefully just for today so the two of them could sit face to face and talk about whatever it was that had compelled Motochika to come here in the first place. Unsurprisingly, Motochika, who was infamous for being disrespectful and cavalier when negotiating with other warlords, sat on the edge of Motonari's expensive mahogany desk instead of in the chair. Thankfully, his small, hunger pane frame did no damage to the sturdy corner, as the man weighed only a little more than a feather with his diet of cigars, rum, and conflict, alcohol calories be damned. Motonari couldn't help but love the instability, the chaos, the uncertainty that came with having fallen for Motochika. It was the one thing that remained consistent over the years- that and the younger man's constant failed invasions of his kingdom, but they were both growing older, teetering the end of middle-aged, and battle made them both so weary that it hardly happened anymore whether Motochika wanted to admit it or not- they were both tired of the fighting, tired of this.

"Cozy place you've got set up here," Motochika said and rested his palms flat on the desk to support his weight, crossing one leg over the other. His hazel eyes- so deep, so dark, with so many different shades of honey and brown and gold- raked over the room; the bookshelves that were filled to the brim with different studies and novels about Pokemon, the mahogany desk he was currently sitting his tight body on, the black wooden floors and the grass-hued rug that was draped over the middle of them, the tall yellow lamp in the corner that kept the room lit with a warm glow, and finally, the black leather chair with wheels and Motonari, who was sitting in it. He suddenly felt self-conscious under the shorter man's gaze, but honestly, when did he not? It felt like Motochika could always see right through him. "It's a not different than mine."

"That's what I was going for," He muttered with a certain amount of dryness to make it believable even if it wasn't true. He loved Motochika and everything about him, but he was growing tired of playing this game; Motochika trying to take over his kingdom, failing, and that was the only time they'd ever see each other before it happened again. It had been a two-decade-long cycle that he was weary of now, because if he was being honest, he'd loved Motochika from the first time he laid his eyes on him, the first time he'd brought his tiny Oshawott and a puny army of rag tag warriors to try to attack his kingdom. He hid what feelings he had behind feigned apathy. "Where's Samurott?"

"She's at the hot springs right now; the new ones they just opened southeast of the capital of Aurora," Motochika explained and let his gaze flicker up to the ceiling and then back down to the ground. It was nice to hear that the water type was relaxing- she was a hard-working Pokemon, constantly training and battling, having evolved incredibly fast compared to most others of the same species because of her and Motochika's dedication. Something that Motonari had always admired about Motochika was that he didn't let his ambition get in the way of caring for his Pokemon's well-being. He never overdid it with her and frequently took her to do more relaxing activities when they weren't too busy. Motonari just found it odd that Motochika would leave Samurott by herself instead of going with her. "She's not one for traveling these days unless it's for battle, so she's staying with (y/n) and Eevee until I can go pick her up."

"I suppose she is getting older... I'm glad she's getting some rest instead of worrying about keeping up with you," Motonari snarked and didn't get a response of equal pettiness- he never did, after all, and it always made him wonder if snapping at Motochika because of his repressed feelings (or, as an attempt to repress his feelings) was even worth it.

"And your Serperior?" Motochika quirked up a blue eyebrow- a beautifully bright blue, which was his natural hair color, but he'd dyed it so many times since they were younger that not too many people knew what his natural hair looked like. Motonari, however, made it a point to remember each and every one of Motochika's many phases. "Where is he today?"

Motonari gestured with his light brown eyes to the corner of the room where Serperior preferred to sleep in his bed, a giant mattress with lush yellow blankets and pillows there for him to burrow into. Though a lot of his form was hidden with the blankets, his head peeked out, and Motonari couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that Motochika hadn't even noticed him passed out right by them.

"I'm surprised you missed him," When he paused, Motochika looked at him with uncharacteristic confusion lacing his features. He understood exactly why without having to ask because not only did they have a way of communicating wordlessly, but also because his Serperior was a rather energetic and feisty Pokemon that rarely became tired. "We had a long day."

"Really?"

"Yes, lots of studying," He answered and earned a scoff in return.

"Typical."

There was an awkward silence, that of which made the tension in the air so thick that Motonari couldn't even swallow or breathe properly. Motochika, bold as ever, only stared at him with a familiar heated gaze that he had never been able to pinpoint what it was. Motonari broke the stare between the two and stared down at his lap to gather his courage before meeting that heated gaze again and speaking.

"Let's cut to the chase, Motochika," He started and rested his elbows on the desktop, then clasped his hands together by interlacing his fingers. Motochika blinked at him, as if he were surprised at the sudden change in tone and conversation. It made sense, though- Motonari had always been one for avoiding serious topics and discussions, never wanting the atmosphere to be anything but relaxing, but he also acknowledged that there were times when serious verbal confrontations like this would only be for the best, and it was obvious that they needed to talk things out. "You're not invading me for once, and you're clearly not here for small talk. So, why exactly are you here?"

"How do you know that I'm not here for small talk? Maybe I felt like having a little chat."

"You never just feel like having a little chat, as you put it. Why are you here?" He demanded with a bit of a rasp slipping out before he could stop it. At that, he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, embarrassed. Motochika had always managed to bring out his more aggressive side.

"Hm... It's unlike you to get so serious with me, Motonari."

"And it's unlike you to call me by my name," He retorted, having grown accustomed to some variant of 'rival' even though he'd never seen Motochika as such, never even attacking Fontaine despite the other man's various assaults on Greenleaf.

"Fine, fine, I'll get to the point," Motochika sighed and gave a dismissive wave to change the subject. "We're getting older. Times are changing."

"Yes, you're right, and that's how it should be," Motonari quirked a brow as he responded, confused.

Exactly what was Motochika wanting to talk about? Somehow, he was even more perplexed than he was before. Was the leader of Fontaine about to suggest a truce? A peace? Was this little meeting for negotiations? He had suspected that, sure, but he'd been hoping for something more... Perhaps something a little more romantic. He'd been in love with Motochika for years, and though he sometimes thought that Motochika returned those feelings, he wasn't sure.

"I think... To adapt with the recent peace established by (y/n), we should try to adapt as well."

"What are you suggesting we do to achieve that?" Motonari demanded, now growing frustrated. It was completely in character for Motochika to speak in riddles and vague language instead of being direct, which had always pissed him off to no end in a way that made him drop his cool and collected composure.

"I was thinking we could both sign a peace treaty, have some of our council members present to act as witnesses if that's what you require..."

"And your conditions?"

"Oh, not much..."

"We're too old for you to be beating around the bush like this," Motonari laughed and ran a hand through his feathery green locks to sweep them back. "Get on with it already."

"Oh, please," Out of nowhere, Motochika stood, which made Motonari flinch. He debated on calling for Serperior, but he knew that Motochika wasn't going to try to attack him, so he took a deep breath, only for it to catch in his chest when the other warlord loomed over him, then leaned into his ear to whisper. "I know you still have some youthful vigor in there somewhere."

The words were said seductively, something he had enough experience not to miss as the hot breath fanning against his ear and neck started to stir a pit of arousal inside of him. He tried his best to ignore the feeling and jerked back with a shiver.

"What... What are you implying?" He stammered, voice cracking just enough for it to be noticeable.

Almost as if it had never happened in the first place, Motochika withdrew and moved to sit down in the chair that he'd initially refused to sit in when it had been offered to him. Even in the chair, his mannerisms continued to be odd; he sat in it sideways with his legs tossed over one of the arms and laid his head on the other arm, bleach blond and dark blue locks falling back. It was interesting to see his forehead and the fullness of his cheeks without his hair being in the way- if Motonari was being honest, the younger man had a noticeable baby face despite being in his early forties.

"My apologies for getting carried away there, but I was thinking that rather than stay separate from each other's kingdoms, we could make an alliance of sorts; share rulership, both of us have command over Fontaine and Greenleaf. It would make us stronger against any potential assailants further down the line and we could travel to and from to see different Pokemon..." The man was clearly trying to appeal to his interest in studying Pokemon, something he hadn't done before, which had Motonari furrowing his brows. Why was he suddenly suggesting an alliance like this? What did he get out of it? Did he know that it was the only way he could get some semblance of control over Greenleaf because he wasn't able to take it for himself through battle? Or was it something else? Motonari continued to listen and watch with interest, his eyes trained on Motochika's hands, which were currently fiddling with one of the many silver chain necklaces that hung around his ghostly pale neck. "I know you'd just die to come see the variety of Pokemon in Fontaine. You know, I've even heard of an Eevee being spotted by the local farm, and I know you've been interested in obtaining one for a while-"

"You don't need to convince me any further, but how can I be confident that you won't betray me the second I let my guard down?" He quirked an eyebrow and crossed his arms as he did a single spin in his roller chair and gave Motochika a pointed look.

"You and I both know that backstabbing isn't my preferred method of getting what I want, but if you don't believe me, I have a way to solidify this hypothetical partnership between the two of us," Motochika leaned even further back on the desk and held his hand up to look at his fingernails, those of which were neatly clipped and painted a deep ebony. "We could... Become a union."

Motonari stopped, unsure of what Motochika meant before he looked at the other warlord and saw a cherry blush on his cheeks that contrasted beautifully with his light green face tattoo. His heart dropped to his stomach. It all clicked into place at once, and his back straightened as he sat all the way up and slammed his hands on his desk in shock.

"Are you seriously suggesting an arranged marriage!?" He spat, baffled. His hands were now gripping the edge of the desk, his brown eyes blown wide. "Was this your council's idea or something? This- This isn't like you!"

And it was true- Motochika didn't allow himself to be controlled by his council, taking in citizens' thoughts and feelings and acting on them instead of being ruled by his advisors, but... He knew Motochika well enough to know that the man wouldn't dare get married or even date someone if he didn't love them. Did that mean he loved Motonari, then? Had he just missed it the entire time?

"Oh, no, this was my idea entirely," Motochika smirked and leaned forward and across the desk as if his suggestion was casual, as if it didn't mean anything, but Motonari saw the intensity and passion swirling around in those familiar hazel eyes- he was dead serious, and this was something he was hellbent on achieving. "And I am one hundred percent certain that this is what I want, so don't look at me as if I've grown another head."

"Gah... You've always been amazing at scrambling my thoughts, Motochika..." He opened his mouth to speak, only to find that he was at a loss for words. He drew his lips together tight and frowned at how dumbfounded he was before deciding to focus on something else. In that moment, he couldn't help but notice how much Motochika had changed since (y/n) had reunited Ransei and handed all of the kingdoms back to their original warlords; he'd evolved his Dewott into Samurott, colored his bangs bleach blond and the back of his hair ocean blue, and changed his armor. It was clear that he was different, stronger, older, that he'd aged like fine wine. A faint line crossed the middle of the water user's forehead from a mixture of his age and years of battle stress- that and from how often his eyebrows shot up when he was upset or surprised. Finally, after staring for far too long, he looked down at his desk and decided to say something. "I see you dyed your hair again."

"You haven't seen me since then until today?" Motochika took a strand of his newly bleached hair to twirl with one of his fingers and gave a smile- not a smirk or a cocky grin, but a true, soft smile, the left side of his lips curling up just enough to show off one of his dimples. "It's been too long. How unfortunate that we only ever really saw each other when I tried to invade this kingdom... How long has it been now?"

"At least a few months, and I uh... I like the new look."

"So? What do you think? About my proposal, I mean."

And, in a moment of boldness, Motonari reached across the table to grab one of Motochika's hands. The shorter man's hazel eyes went wide as he flinched and tensed up. It was clear that he wasn't used to being touched in such a tender yet simple way, but after a few moments, he settled into it with a shaky sigh and flipped his hand over to interlace their digits. His skin was cold and clammy with a nervous sweat. The green-haired man realized that Motochika was a lot more nervous than he'd initially appeared and that perhaps their feelings for each other weren't too different after all.

"Isn't it obvious what I think?" He murmured and walked around the desk to where Motochika was sitting.

Then, he moved down and stopped. One of his hands was gripping the back of Motochika’s chair while the other remained where it was on top of trembling fingers. Light brown poured into bright hazel, and as the two men simply fell into the depths of each other’s gazes, Motonari wondered why they hadn’t already been doing this for years- wondered if he would actually be lucky enough to spend the rest of his life like this. A sheepish smile broke out across his face.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Everything that happened next felt like a blur.

He was being pulled down into a jean-clad lap, Motochika’s lips were on his, his brown eyes were fluttering shut, he was struggling for air, and the sensation of a metal ring being slipped onto his left ring finger made him shiver. Motochika kissed just like he lived, passionate and fervent and reckless, hard enough to physically make Motonari lean back and gasp for air, only for those lips to be back on his within seconds. Finally, he moved into it and laced his hands together behind Motochika’s neck as if to ground himself.

It felt like forever before the kiss ended, but it did, Motochika pulling back to wipe a bit of spit from his chin.

“Wow, um… We should probably move this into the bedroom before we wake Serperior…”

“Are you implying we consummate this arrangement?” Motochika wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and gave a small laugh, face flushed pink. “Because if so, I’d like that.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” He laughed back. “So let’s go.”

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