This is a real episode of the anime, told from Roark's point of view, sat in the middle of the Roark/Volkner pairing stories I've been writing here. Of course I don't think this is what was actually going on behind the scenes. I just wish it was! Very very very uh...pornographic. What a shock! Enjoy!

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I sat at my desk in the office at the mines. It was hot out, so I wasn't going to complain about needing to sit down for three hours, sign shipping notices for the coal, take interviews for new employees, and pay bills. Although, I felt we were very close to finding an amazing new fossil - but I had to put it out of mind and focus on boring crap.

There was a soft knock on the door, and one of the workers stuck his head in. "Roark, your eight o' clock is here."

I nodded, gesturing to have them sent in. Business was booming, we were shipping coal to fifteen more cities than we were this time last year (before I was made foreman, I just want to add). We'd expanded the mines, and as a natural result, were constantly hiring new workers. It was pretty much a sausage fest around the mines, buff guys with buff Pokemon who wanted to dig and used the heavy machinery, and regular, short guys who wanted to become buff guys with buff Pokemon.

Therefore I was surprised when a young and very pretty girl walked in, followed by an incredibly gorgeous, supple boy, and what looked like a Meowth, walking upright and wearing clothes and big sunglasses. I stopped writing, staring at them from my desk.

"Hello hello, Rooooooark is it!" The girl cried, rushing forward and shaking my hand vigorously. I couldn't help but stare at her gigantic blue eyes and bright red hair. "We're verrrrrry excited to join your team!!"

I nodded, then gestured for them to sit down. They did, both of them crossing their legs. I coughed, then shuffled for their application, which they'd only turned in yesterday. However, they'd worked all over the country and had tons of digging experience, and also good experience building and repairing machinery. We were so impressed I'd told one of my higher ups to have them sent in soon.

"You have a ton of expierience in this kind of work," I stated, looking at them over the top of their papers. "But you seem to move around a lot. How long do you think you'd be working here in Oreburgh?"

"Oh, a loooong time, you're the boss!" the boy piped up. I looked down at their info. They were only a few years younger than me, obviously older teenagers, yet somehow they looked as though they'd had a much harder time in life than I could imagine. I turned my attention to the Pokemon.

"And this is... your... Meowth?"

"I'm not a Meowth!" It cried in a little panicked voice, and I gasped.

"Y...you..." A talking Pokemon? No. "But then...?"

"He's just our very very short friend who enjoys dressing in a Meowth suit," the boy whispered, leaning forward. His hair looked and smelled like he had had it straight-permed recently. "You see, he's very ugly."

The little man...Meowth... thing... snorted idignantly.

"Well, you guys are... unique, to say the least..." I eyed the large dangling earrings the girl had in. "Just...don't forget to take those out before clocking in, because you're about to sign a waiver that it's not the fault of Oreburgh Mine if your ear is ripped off."

The girl grabbed her ear and gulped, but they signed quickly.

"What's the... pay again?" The girl smiled, batting her eyelashes. I raised an eyebrow, deciding against mentioning that I'd much prefer the pretty boy to bat his eyelashes at me than her.

"1700 yen an hour... to start. You get your first raise after six months."

They jumped up suddenly, looking giddy at the amount, then thanked me and rushed out the door. "Your first shift starts eight A.M. tomorrow!" I yelled after them. I thought they said some sort of reply, but I couldn't hear it. I leaned back in my chair, sighing and glancing at the clock. It was already eight-ten at night... and my neck hurt, and I wanted to start digging early the next morning.

I shut down the office, heading out and locking it behind me. It was a short walk home, but I whipped out my cell phone, calling a familiar number. It rang, and rang, and rang, but there was no answer and it reverted to an answering machine.

"Volkner. Leave a message, but that doesn't guarantee I'll call you back. Meh." BEEP.

"Volk," I said happily, "just wanted to talk to you a little before I go to sleep, so call me back if you get this message tonight... 'night." I shut my phone and pocketed it, sighing. I hadn't seen Volkner in nearly three months, and we were both too busy to plan any sort of weekend together being planned in the near future. He was renovating his entire gym (apparently with Flint's help, but I chose not to think about that) and often left his phone lying around somewhere while he did it. I got through maybe once ever four times I called.

I walked into my disgusting house which was covered with dirt, quickly walking to my bedroom. I didn't take my boots or jacket off until I got to the door, and left them in the filthy living room. I flopped down onto my blue futon, sliding out of my pants and crawling under a blanket. I checked my phone... nothing.

Sadly, and feeling as lonely as I did every night I didn't get to say goodnight to someone, I buried my face in the pillow and closed my eyes.

Vrrr,vrrr,vrrrr,vrrrrr,vrrrr-.

My eyes snapped open and first saw my alarm clock - 2 in the morning. My phone was vibrating against my hip, and I quickly snatched it up, joy leaping in my heart when I saw who was calling.

"Volk!" I cried, rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling with a huge grin. "How are you?"

"Tired," he mumbled, and he sounded it, too. "I've been working all day, we only just got finished. I'm really sorry I missed your call before."

"No, no, it's okay... I just wanted to talk to you." He was breathing a little hard - I wondered how soon after finishing work he was calling me. It was actually pretty sexy. I squeezed my legs together. "I like to say goodnight to you before I go to bed, or I feel kind of lonely, you know that."

"Yeah... did I wake you up? Or were you still up at..." he paused. "Two in the morning?"

"I was asleep. I'm not very tired though, I worked in the office all day. So boring."

"Hah... you spent all day staying nice and clean, and I did manual labor from morning till night."

"How much manual labor do you actually DO though? I thought you just designed the renovations, not actually... bolted the metal down and stuff."

"Are you kidding me? I can't leave it to them, they've blacked out the city twice..." Volkner signed, and I heard a creak that meant he'd probably sat down on his bed. "I've been carrying metal sheets around and cutting them up, I look like I'm cosplaying you. With a hemlet and a white sleeveless shirt covered in grease and gloves, everything."

I almost choked. The mental image of Volkner being a dirty construction worker was driving me crazy, and I could barely contain it. After a moment, I DIDN'T contain it.

"That... that actually sounds really hot, Volk," I sighed into the phone. I stared at the giant bump visible under the futon down near my hips and I kicked my legs in frustration. "Volk, I wish you were here right now... dressed like that."

He snorted a little. "You want to see me covered in grease and wearing a helmet?"

"Yessssss," I whined, squirming harder. "Volk, I want... I want..." I made a sound of frustation. "I really, really want to fuck you, right NOW!"

There was a small silence, then Volkner was chuckling. "Roark, you just said that outloud."

"I know," I whined.

"Did it really make you that horny?"

"Yessss, and hearing your voice is making it worse!!"

"Then you should hang up with me and take care of yourself," he said in a very serious way. I shook my head (forgetting he couldn't see me).

"Why do I have to hang up with you to do it?" I offered meekly. "Keep talking to me..." I blushed from embarassment, realizing I was attempting to solicit my boyfriend for phone sex.

Another pause. "You want to have phone sex, don't you."

I whined, blushing deeper red. "No, no, no, that's not what I... yes, yes I do!" I gave up, sighing. "Yes, come on... pleeeease?"

"...Roark, you're ridiculous. This is ridiculous."

"Then just... just keep talking to me. About... about what you did today. You don't have to do it." I felt like I was about to explode, and almost without knowing what I was doing, my hand had slipped into my boxers.

"You just want to hear my voice?" he sounded really puzzled. "I... I really don't have anything else to say about my day, Roark, it sucked."

I slipped my fingers around my own erection, a few tugs bringing some small relief - and it felt good. I sighed happily. "Yeah...? Go on..."

"Hey!" Volkner snapped. It sent a shiver up my spine. "You're doing it right now... you're a pervert..."

"Yeah," I breathed, "I am." I could feel it taking over me. "I am a pervert, Volkner, if you were here right now, I'd fuck you so hard you'd see stars, if you showed up at my door right now I'd hold you against the wall and fuck you right there."

I closed my eyes, the images swimming in my head, and moaned softly as I continued to tug at myself. Volkner had gone silent, but I could hear slightly movements, a little breathing. He finally spoke after a minute of silence.

"Yeah?" he said, his voice completely changed. I took the lead.

"Yep... ever been fucked against the wall?"

"You know I haven't..."

"Yeah... me either... it can't be too hard though..." My body was trembling, and I slowed myself down a bit, not wanting to end the fantasy too quickly. "Especially since you... only weigh about a hundred pounds, you'd be really easy to hold up, could probably do it with one hand..."

"I... I weigh a hundred and twenty," he mumbled, but his voice sounded breathless. I smirked to myself.

"I was being generous, you feel like a feather to me, you know? I can do anything I want to you. You can't possibly stop me. Anywhere I wanted, anytime, I could have you."

"I know," he whispered. I could hear him breathing harder than before.

"Right now, I just want to..." I gulped, shuddering, my entire body shaking and covered in sweat. "...rip off your clothes...push you down, naked, on all fours..." I heard him gasp softly, pleased at the reaction I was getting. "...and I'd grab your thighs, spread them apart, and fuck your ass so hard, you wouldn't ... be able to do anything but... try to stay upright... grabbing the sheets..." I stroked myself frantically now, my body tingling. "But... you'd love it... you'd be moaning and begging...for more..."

"Yes," he whispered.

"And... y...you'd come, just from how hard... ...how hard I'd be fucking you... nngh..."

"Roark," he moaned, his voice sounding wild. "I...mm... coming right now... a-aan-!!" I could heard his body writhing against the sheets, and I turned, burying my face halfway in my pillow, crying out his name and gasping as I brought myself to orgasm, my body arching up, my free hand squeezing the phone so tight I swear it almost shattered. I melted back down to earth, panting hard, feeling the last bit of the orgasm trickling away, my cock throbbing in my hand.

"Roark," Volkner mumbled into the phone, his voice as out of breath as I felt. "Let's... try to make some free time... to visit soon... the gym can wait..."

I laughed a little. "You... you won't be saying that tomorrow..." As my horniness ebbed away, so did my raging seme bravado, and I was starting to feel slightly mortified by the things I'd say.

"Sure I will... you have to keep all those promises you just made..."

I gulped, feeling embarassed, but pleased.

"Naturally."

"Anyway... talk to you tomorrow..."

"I'd like that," I said quietly, and then suddenly it burst out of me, as it had done a few times since the first time. "I love you, Volk."

There was a pause. The answer was said in a whisper.

"I love you too."

And he hung up. I pushed my phone aside, wiped my other hand off with a tissue, then snuggled up deep inside my futon, the happiest little smile curled on my face. It didn't matter what happened at work; I knew tomorrow would be an excellent day.