Okay. So this is the second chapter. The other one was just an introduction to explain some events beforehand since nothing really happened except an argument. I'm writing things as they come to me, so sorry if it appears kind of random and doesn't follow the main Pokemon Plot exactly haha.

Contains HumanXHuman, Don't like then don't read. I'm getting to the PokemonXHuman soon! Trust me!

I don't own anything except the Aide's Name :]

I made my grand entrance into the lab where I was supposed to meet the Professor. Feet wide apart, hands on my hips, head up and the light behind me. It couldn't get any better than this…except for the fact that the only person to see this was the Professor's aide, who was staring at me with this strange look in his eyes.

"Hey gorgeous," He chuckled, obviously amused by my actions.

I replied back with an embarrassed 'hi'. This aide was particularly friendly and young though he did have his moments where he was a bit of a perv, but besides that, he was fine I guess. Could've been worse. WAY worse. I talked to Vincent a lot in the past. I felt like he was the only one that understood me, ya know, with the whole wanting-to-leave-home thing. I really felt like I had a friend when I was around him. The other multiple aides that the Professor had were kind of weird and mysterious in my opinion. I didn't really know anything about them. There was only one here because apparently they're stationed all over Kanto to help the professor with his work; time to time, they even help out the trainers from Pallet Town for a small favour. I wondered what the prize was, or even what they had to do to get it. Whenever I sent a letter to a friend about it, I never got a clear reply. They always changed the topic for some reason…

"So uhh…where's the Professor?" I took off my backpack and left it on the ground near the entrance. I couldn't see him in here. Don't tell me he forgot?

"Oh, him? Don't worry, he'll be back soon. He went out for some 'alone time', if you catch my drift. If you really want, you can just take a pokeball from the desk over there. Take a Pokedex while you're at it too."

When he said, 'alone time', I couldn't help the small blush that crept up my cheeks and succeeded in making me embarrassed. The Professor wouldn't do that…right? I cautiously stepped towards the two pokeballs that were laid on the desk at the back of the room labelled with Bulbasaur or Squirtle. I cocked my head…this didn't seem right, wasn't there supposed to be three starter pokemon?

"Hey, I thought I was able to choose from three pokemon. The Professor even told me I could choose from Charmander, Squirtle and Bulbasaur. So where's the little red guy?" I said, finger pointing towards the obvious empty space on the table.

I really wanted a Charmander. They were really cute and seemed really energetic creatures. To see its wide smile spread across its face after a victory and the adorable little 'char' that it would call…I couldn't wait. I definitely wanted one. Besides, he could help light camp fires for food and warmth if we decide to camp out. He will surely be the best and most convenient pokemon.

Vincent leaned back in his chair, took off his glasses and scratched his head, "Hmm, yeah about that…"

He seemed hesitant to tell me anything. Was I really out of luck and they didn't have any left? I could feel my spirits plummet at the thought. He stood up and approached me.

"It might be better to ask the Professor about it. You can probably find him north of Pallet. He won't be far so you shouldn't need a pokemon to help you." An arm suddenly slipped around my waist and he blew into my ear.

"Just be careful okay hun?" I tried to struggle and push him away but his grip on me tightened and he grabbed my wrists with his free hand.

"We wouldn't want you getting hurt out there…" He whispered seductively before biting my ear. I let out a short gasp and shook as my knees began to lose their strength. I was completely new to this feeling, this urge. I knew what it was but I was denying it. I only saw him as a friend and yet here I was, getting felt up by him…but I had to admit, it felt pretty good and I did trust him. Half of me wanted to let him do what he wanted, to teach me about this feeling pooling between my legs and yet, the other half of me was desperately trying to get him to stop, to not defile me anymore.

"How 'bout I give you a little present before you set off into the vast unknown huh Red?" He whispered.

He begun trailing kisses down my cheek stopping at my lips, almost as if he was asking for permission, whilst running his hand down my back lower and lower until he had a firm hold of one cheek. With no signal, he squeezed my ass and claimed my first kiss. A surprised moan left my mouth and he hungrily drank it, sucking the breath out of my lungs. It was electrifying how sudden it was. I felt like I was going to melt under his fingers and melt I did. I unconsciously leaned into his touch, all thoughts of stopping him gone. I never really thought of myself as a submissive person but all I could think of was how to prolong this amazing feeling and how to quench the burning sensation slowly growing in my nether regions.

The grip on my wrists loosened and soon they were free from his grasp but instead of pushing him away, I put my hands on his chest and fisted his shirt, leaning on him even more as my knees continued to become weaker and weaker. I let out a whimper of disappointment as he left my lips and went further down towards my chest, leaving light but hot kisses down my neck, and then all of a sudden he stopped and hastily looked around the room as if seeking something. The moment I was about to voice a complaint was the moment he started dragging me towards his desk. He dramatically swiped all the contents off from it to create space and guided me towards it, sitting me on top whilst he stood and assaulted me with passionate kisses. I moaned in satisfaction but groaned uncomfortably as the feeling between my legs seemed to increase immensely and my body heated up drastically. This feeling…what was it again? Was this lust? I wanted him, I desired him. But was that really the case? Was it me who wanted him or was it my body? I figured it was the latter but no matter what I did, I couldn't stop it. These bodily urges were too strong for me. Was this a part of my childish naivety? Was this what my mother was trying to protect me from, this insane desire that my mind couldn't control?

My mind snapped back as I felt my tank top being taken off. I lifted my arms for him and looked towards his eyes, watching them busily stripping me further in impatience. I blushed as he reached for my bra, taking it off with ease and exposing my breasts to the cold air. I gasped as he took one breast with his hand and kneaded it whilst playing with the nipple with his thumb and index finger. The stimulation making me arch my back towards him as he latched onto my neck, nipping and sucking at the flesh like a hungry animal.

I closed my eyes in bliss and released a moan, "Please…"

He hurriedly lifted my skirt up and pulled down my panties, obviously tired of the previous speed that we were moving at and glad that I wanted this as much as he did. He then moved away from me and fumbled with his belt, loosening it and releasing his straining erection. Whilst doing this, I couldn't help but stare in fascination but with a slight feeling of fear as well. This is it Red. If you want this to end, now is the time. Before he does anything, you have the opportunity to end this. I gulped at the size, second thoughts suddenly rushing through my head. To me, he was huge, but then again I haven't seen anyone else's to compare it to. He saw my hesitation and brought a reassuring hand to my chin, lifting it up to meet my gaze.

"It'll be alright, trust me. You'll enjoy this. Just feel." He said. I nodded in agreement and left him to do what he wanted to.

He was slow and gentle this time as his hand slowly approached my pussy. A single touch down there made me buck in surprise and pleasure as the burning sensation from before intensified and pulsed with need. Sensing this, he pushed a finger in, relishing in my moan as his finger easily slipped into untouched territory.

"Man you're tight," He groaned, drawing it back and forth, watching his finger disappear into me. My face blushed a darker red as he added another finger and pushed in with little difficulty however, the second intrusion felt uncomfortable and it made me squirm on the desk.

Soon after, he added a third which made me groan in pain, "Urghh…it hurts."He paused for a while allowing me to adjust before continuing.

The three fingers in me pumped faster and faster, drawing out the pleasure and leaving behind the pain. In mere moments, I was reduced to a moaning puddle of pleasure, hips bucking wildly in inexperienced motions in an attempt to meet with his thrusts. The coil within me tightened and I felt the need to release something, to let go of something. I was just so close to it before he stopped…again. A loud whine left my lips at the loss of contact; he chuckled in response, enjoying the torture he knew I was going through.

He leaned towards my ear, both hands taking hold of my thighs while he positioned himself, "Do you want this?" He whispered seductively.

"Yes…please, don't stop. I want this, please." Begging seemed like the only choice here. I couldn't help myself. I needed to fulfil this need, to saturate my body in pleasure and reach my climax.

He flashed a smirk, "As you wish, my sweet Red," he said as he slammed into me, breaking my hymen in one swift thrust. A scream broke from my lips as pain crashed into me. I felt like I was being torn apart trying to accommodate this large organ now inside me.

"Shh shh…" He hushed me, "It'll be okay, just wait a little longer and it'll feel amazing." He said while slowly drawing back and pushing back in.

I whimpered in pain as a tear fell from my shut eyes. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, hands weaving through his hair. He grunted as I pulled on his black hair, him thrusting into me with utmost care. He knew it was my first time so he decided it would be best to be gentle. He thought that he could always decide to bang her later…if he ever found her again. With that thought in mind, the idea of not seeing her again, he thrust harder into me, drowning himself in my moans as I began to feel the pleasure hiding from under all that pain. He took my sounds as a signal and started to pound into me, dragging his cock out and slamming back into me with full force. I screamed under the assault, pleasure rushing through my body as I pressed myself flush against his chest. I moaned into his ear which spurred him on, thrusting harder and harder. I could feel every contour, every vein of his cock rubbing against my sensitive insides. I could feel that coil, reappearing and tightening deeper within me. We drowned each other in our moans, flesh slapping flesh as we clumsily met at each thrust were the only noises to be heard in the room. It was our little world.

The rhythm we created was beginning to change. Instead of a constant pumping, it slowly converted into a frantic and animalistic hump. I was close and so was he. He stopped and took hold of my legs, unwrapped them from himself and spread them far apart, whilst laying me down on the desk. He then continued to thrust into me with a crushing force. This new angle allowed for a deeper penetration, the tip of his cock reaching even further with each thrust. Pushing, grinding, withdrawing and slamming in again. These actions repeated again and again, driving me mad with this insane pleasure.

"Vincent…oh god Vincent…hnnnnn~! Harder, please harder! More!" I moaned, desperate to reach my peak. He growled in compliance and pounded into me with the speed of a Rapidash.

"I'm close…" He said between each thrust as he bent down to rub my clit with his thumb and to take a nipple into the other.

I didn't even have time to reply to him in agreement because the triple stimulation my body was receiving was enough to send me over the edge at that very moment, making me shriek in pure ecstasy, unconsciously tightening my hold on the aide with my pussy. I convulsed around him as he slammed his last thrust into me as hard as he could, his hot and sticky seed, seeping into me.

"Red…!" He grinded into me with a groan, eyes closed in sheer bliss. Each spurt of his climax prolonged my orgasm and I never wished for this to end.

We both soaked in the afterglow of our orgasms: me lying on my back, chest heaving and him, supporting himself with his hands on the desk underneath me. He pulled out of me, extracting a moan from the each of us, and flopped down onto his desk chair nearby.

"That was…really good." I heaved, slowly propping myself up on the desk with my arms.

"Yeah," He gasped, short on breath. "Let's…do that again sometime."

I nodded in agreement though something was bothering me. Did he do this because he was just a pervert? Or did he actually have any feelings for me? I tried to get off the desk only to fall to my knees afterwards, the pain between my legs from being taken for the first time, evident. Vincent hurried to support me, lifting me up and placing me on his chair. He grabbed my top and bra and as he handed them to me. It was amazing how he went through all that with his shirt and lab-coat still on.

As I gratefully took the clothing from him, I asked, "Why?"

He knew this was coming. I could see it written on his face. He was hesitating on telling me why he just suddenly took me like that. I mean, I wasn't complaining or anything, it was nice, but I was kind of hoping I'd save it for the right guy, the one I would love in the future.

He fixed his clothing and put on his trousers, trying to find a way to express how he felt at that moment, "Well, I figured that I might not see you again, ya know, with you leaving and all, and when I thought of that, my mind just kind of went blank. We were close friends before so I thought I could stand a chance despite me being about 4 years older than you are." He shrugged and put on his glasses.

"So…" I dragged it out, unsure of what to ask, my heart beating faster and faster. "So are you asking me out or something?"

His attire completely fixed, he stalked over to my half-naked form and propped my chin up with his hand to meet my gaze, "Only if it's a yes."

I thought for a moment, "Well…you are cute." I said, smiling up at him, "I guess we can reach some sort of compromise."

His was shocked, mouth slightly hung open, eyes wider than what they should be until a smile forced its way through and he took hold of me in a crushing hug. It was a nice feeling to be hugged with so much love…until I started gasping for air.

"Vincent…lemme go…please…need- AIR!" Suddenly released, the end of my sentence turned out to be more a breath, rather than a word.

He looked at me apologetically, "I'm sorry Red, I was just happy you said yes. I really didn't think you'd want to date an old guy like me."

"Honestly, you're not that old," I said after making sure I could still breathe, "And if I was wanting old, I'd look towards the Professor and no WAY would I go for that."

We both laughed and cringed at the same time at the sudden thought. Both of us were back into all our clothes and we were just sitting there on his chair. Our positions were changed and now I was sitting on his lap, while he sat on the chair with his arms around my waist. Moments of silence continued to pass as none of us said anything, too busy thinking about what just happened and what was going to happen. How were we going to keep contact if I were to go on my pokemon journey? Wait…

"THE POKEMON! I NEED TO GET A CHARMANDER FROM THE PROFESSOR!" I shouted, suddenly jumping out of his hold and standing firmly on the ground, the pain between my legs nearly gone. Vincent stood up in a panic, surprised about my sudden outburst, before calming down and sitting back on the chair.

"Geez Red, you scared the daylights out of me. I thought you saw a Gastly or something." He ruffled his hair and relaxed, "Why don't you go look for him? He should be back soon though so I don't think it's really necessary…" He said.

I picked up my bag and swung it on my back, "I think I'll go look for him, I'll be back soon." I said as Vincent nodded and waved bye. I walked around the block and around the area. The place wasn't that big so surely he was here somewhere. I turned towards Route 1 which was north from the town and saw a figure in the distance, stepping through the tall grass, heaving huge breaths and heading towards town. On second thoughts…that figure was the Professor!

"Hey! Professor Oak! Over here!" I called out to him, left arm waving huge crescents.

"Oh hi Red! How are you?" Oh, he forgot about my appointment…

We talked and walked at the same time, heading towards the lab. I couldn't help but notice a white stain on his trousers and automatically thought back to what Vincent had said earlier…I tried not to think about the origins of that particular stain.

When we walked inside the lab and towards his desk, I cracked the question, "So can I get my starter pokemon and Pokedex?"

He gazed down on me, his eyes suddenly concerned, his voice serious, "Are you sure you want to be a trainer Red? It's a dangerous world out there. Who knows what could happen." He said whilst shaking his head. Was he against it too?

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm definitely sure I want this." I replied, confidence and determination in my voice. He heaved a sigh, knowing that trying to convince me would only be in vain.

"Don't worry, Red's a strong girl. She can handle it. Heck, I could even go with her if you think she still needs protection." Vincent said half jokingly and half seriously. He wanted to go to be with her and he also wanted to protect her, so it seemed that this arrangement would be best fitting.

"No no no," The Professor hurriedly said, "I need someone here to help out at the lab." After the rejection to his offer, Vincent just continued to watch our conversation in silence and concern, knowing that the Professor was right. The Professor motioned towards the two pokeballs sitting on his desk.

"Go on then, choose carefully." He said with a wave of his hand.

I pretended to look at the two balls then flicked my wrist, "I want Charmander, where is he?" I said looking at him for an explanation.

He pressed his lips together, "Our current Charmander is…different. He's…how should I say it? Loyal, in a strange way. Possessive is a better word. He's basically dangerous for someone who hasn't... 'done' it yet…" He said with a choke.

"So, unless you're not a virgin, I can't give you the Charmander." He concluded with a stern voice.

Phewww~ That was a long chapter! Three times as long as the first one! I really got into it haha. Had to cut it off though, couldn't write anymore, my brain was at its wits end! Besides, I don't want this chapter to be epically long and then the next really short because I said everything here :s

So until next time!