Guzma had been given a second chance he didn't want to waste.

Every island on Alola was big, but Melemele was the smallest of the four, meaning the least ground to cover. And still Gladion and Lillie evaded him. Desperation gave way to fear, fear that they may escape and the President came down on him like a ton of bricks.

They'd searched the island over several times and found nothing at all, even with grunts camping outside hotels and the like to watch for the two. So Guzma's agitation was understandable. The most irritating thing about it all was that he had them and then they ran off. He was the big, bad boss of Team Skull and somehow a kid had smacked him upside the head and got away. He'd need some real muscle for this job. Not all of Team Skull was present on the island, but it would be soon. Mobilising the whole Team was a rare occurrence, but when it happened, the Team always seemed to get what it needed - the takeover of Po Town was one such time the whole Team had been present.

With the extra manpower, Guzma had decided to take a break and go to a little cove he'd heard about from the local grunts. And of course they were there.

Of course they were.

Guzma formed a simple, effective plan. He grabbed Lillie first, then had Gladion under control, with a knife to his sister's throat. Guzma was very good at simple, effective plans such as those. The locals might have thought Skull were pointless and misguided riffraff but Guzma thought of himself as more than that - and the knife, the violence it purported, was confirmation of it.

"Please," the girl was begging, "please don't hurt me, please-"

"-Shaddup!" Guzma grunted. "You needa relax. As for you, Gladion, you gonna come quietly now, huh?" He put the sharp edge very close to Lillie's flesh, making her scream and beg even louder.

"Let her go," Gladion demanded. Guzma laughed.

"You stupid, kid?"

"Are you?"

Guzma was taken aback. "What?" He looked left and right, wondering if there was some sort of prank afoot.

"Our mother won't let you hurt Lillie, will she?" Gladion said, with some confidence. And he was right. "So let her go."

"Well," Guzma said, only now realising Gladion was correct, "I'm still not gonna let her go." Lillie was still now. "Seems we're at an impa- an impa- seems we've got a disagreement."

"Impasse," Gladion said.

"Impasse," Guzma repeated. "How about I call some of my goons to come solve it?"

Gladion struggled with himself. There had to be a way to escape. He could just leave Lillie. That idea was disgusting and he crushed it. He could attack Guzma again, but this time it probably wouldn't work. He had to try.

He was moving without thinking, toward Guzma. "Alright," he said, sounding amicable. Hopefully Guzma would drop his guard and he could pull something off.

Once Gladion was close enough, Guzma put the knife away. "See? Wasn't so difficult, was it?" He moved Lillie in his grip, keeping a firm hold on her arm.

Gladion was nearly close enough to-

Guzma let go of Lillie suddenly, pushing her to the ground, and swung his wrist at Gladion, knocking him down too. "YOU - DON'T - FUCK - WITH - ME!" Guzma screamed in between punches, beating down Gladion the same way Gladion had attacked him.

"No!" Lillie cried but neither of the other two heard her.

"You-" Guzma pointed back at her, Gladion comatose on the coarse sands of the bay, "you shut up." He dragged Gladion to his feet, kicking up drifts of sand in the motion. Gladion coughed and spat, blood running down his chin from a split lip. "What's wrong with you?!" Guzma bellowed at the boy in his grip. "Can't take a beating?"

"More than you know," Gladion hissed.

"Not from me you haven't." Guzma punched him in the stomach - hard. Gladion doubled over and spat more viscous blood onto the shore. "Ya should be glad. S' far as I know, Prez has a surprise for ya."

He glared down at Lillie. "Get up."

Lillie sniffed and slowly, carefully stood. She held her hands in front of her in a clear sign of surrender. Guzma huffed approval. "See? She knows what to do."

Sun woke up alone. He recalled the last night and rubbed his wrist shyly as he sat up, a smile and a blush on his face. He took his pillow in his arms and hugged it, squeezing his eyes shut, his smile turning into a big grin. She loved him.

He rocked back and forth with the cushion in his hold, blissfully burying his face into it to laugh to himself quietly. Once he'd recovered from his brief afterglow he got dressed as per usual, admiring himself as he put his crystal collar on.

He smoothed down his shirt and adjusted his trousers in the mirror, continuing to stare at himself. He watched as the smile faded from his face. Something seemed vaguely wrong with his reflection. He got a little closer to it, putting his hand against the surface, his nose almost touching it. He blinked, and his eyes were green. He blinked and his eyes were now blue. His head hurt.

He took a step back, closing and rubbing his eyes. Upon reopening them they were green again. He blinked a couple more times to make sure. He put it down to a trick of the light.

He waited in his room, calm again. Normally his mother would come to him in the morning to take him wherever she was going. Today however she was late - almost an hour late. He knew she wouldn't appreciate him waking her, so he was conflicted about going to check on her himself. He deliberated it for a moment, but eventually decided he had to make sure she was okay.

"Mother?" It was his voice. So adorable.

"S-Sun?" She looked up from her hands, where she had been hiding her face most of the night. Her eyes were red from crying, and she looked terrible from a mixture of a lack of sleep and scratching at her face in agitation. Sun took a step back at the sight. He paused and then resumed moving to her side.

"Sun... oh, my precious little boy..." she hugged him and burst into tears again, wailing loudly as Sun patted her on the back awkwardly.

"Mother, what's wrong?" Sun spoke into her ear, his breath tickling her cheek. He was holding her as if she may fall apart if he let go, and that made it hurt all the more.

"Sun, I did something I shouldn't have..." she let go and looked at his perfect face. He returned the stare, his eyes full of compassion and softness. "I'm sorry, Sun..."

Sun's expression shifted, now showing some confusion. "What did you do? Do you mean... when we-"

"Sun," she trembled, her voice high as she pulled him in again. "I'm so sorry I did that to you..."

"Mother, it's okay."

"No, no, it's not okay," she quaked. He wouldn't understand. "Sun, I just want you to be safe." She had done something terrible by taking him, and now she had done something even worse. "Sun, my sweet boy..."

"Mother, please," he muttered into her ear. "Listen to me." Lusamine broke down into more wracking sobs, even louder than before. Sun let her go. "Mother."

He stayed with her through her breakdown. She had no grasp on herself, nothing to cling to, just crying until she no longer could. The scene was dramatic, Sun crouched over her, her hunched form framed in his shadow, her hair, straggly and untamed falling in sheets to the plain white floor as she wailed. She kneeled there screaming to nothing, at everything. What was wrong with her? After a few minutes of this raw expression of pain, the agony in her soul finally began to relent. Lusamine still shuddered but was composed at last. Then she felt Sun touching her again. He had his arms around her stomach. Leaning his head against the back of her neck, like a lover she had long forgotten. He was whispering words of comfort to her that she didn't hear, only the soft, sweet tone of his voice, her sadness evaporating rapidly. She reached over her shoulder to pet him, and he did something quite unexpected that she was nowhere near prepared for.

He took one of the fingers that she had extended and slipped it into his mouth, sucking on it. Lusamine, her face invisible to Sun, opened her mouth in shock at the sensation. She wanted to shrug him off and scream at him for not at all grasping the situation, but she couldn't. Losing herself in the sensation of his little tongue running over the tip of her digit was too easy. Hearing him kiss it, the wet of his saliva sticking to her and the smoothness of his lips over it was too much. He enjoyed it. He loved it. What was wrong with him?

She withdrew it slowly, feeling a single strand of his spit still connecting him to her for a moment before it broke. "Sun," she murmured, turning to face him. He looked so, so calm, so proud, so utterly loving toward her.

"Mother."

They embraced one another. Sun and Lusamine both clung to the other in kind. Lusamine had control of herself again. They stood together, Lusamine with her hands on Sun's shoulders. "I- I need to get ready for the day, Sun. I may be a while."

"Okay," Sun said cheerfully. "I'll wait for you."

"Are you sure? You can go and see the Pokémon if you'd prefer. I can get Wicke to look after you and meet you there."

Sun didn't even blink. "No, I'll wait."

"Very well." She kissed him on the cheek. He beamed up at her and hesitated before leaving, pausing to look back at her. She was still beautiful, even with all of the stress of the night acting on her.

The moment he was gone, Lusamine tasted the middle finger of her right hand, the one he had sucked on. Her tongue tingled as she did so, but the sensation didn't last. She was left deep in thought as she withdrew it as slowly as she had from his lips.

Lusamine paced to the shower in a haze, stripping off and ignoring her reflection, knowing she'd only see the worst of herself. She knew she looked a state, and it was time to fix that. Her bathroom was ensuite - completely black in contrast to the white bedroom. It was just as sheer as anything else in the Foundation.

She switched the shower on and stood beneath the stream of hot water, leaning on the wall, emotionally exhausted. She thought back to when Sun had changed into what she had wanted him to be, what she wanted him to think, the first time he wore what she wanted him to - when he was her son at last - and wondered if he had thought about her in the shower, if he had maybe... maybe...

Arousal was kindling in her like a steady flame. Thinking about the taste of Sun's saliva. Thinking about the feeling of his fingers inside her. Thinking about making him taste her next time, letting him do more, showing him more, giving him more. The steady flame was already a roaring fire that she fought to contain, her hands reaching to touch herself.

Soon, she'd be fucking him on every surface in the mansion. On beds, on chairs, in the very shower she currently occupied, on her desk (still marked 'SUN' - she really needed to replace that), against the walls, all the doors wide fucking open for anyone to see. She had total control of this other human being, total mental, physical and even sexual control of him, and she'd show the whole fucking world that, that she was just that powerful enough to steal and claim him as hers without a trace. She owned him as wholly as she owned her own name and would wear him with as much pride. He was hers, damn it, hers! She moved faster, muttering, "Mine, mine, mine..."

She was sliding down the shower wall, one hand on her thigh, the other pleasuring herself as she descended. She'd fuck him and make him beg for more. When Gladion and Lillie were back they could fucking watch her do it to him. Make no mistake, he was hers, not Lillie's, not Gladion's.

Sun, in her grip, screaming for her to let him fuck her harder. Sun, kissing her all over. Sun, sun sun sun sun- again that white noise in her mind. Sun showing Gladion and Lillie just how to deal with the love she showed them - reciprocate.

Now Lusamine was sitting, all her attention on fingerfucking herself. She drew sharp breaths, hissing as she did so, speaking to herself, imagining all the things she could do with Sun, the concerns she had as little as ten minutes ago vanished.

Oh how she'd fuck him - he'd scream -"Oh, mommy, fuck me, fuck me hard as you damn please," she said to herself. She gave a silent scream of release, and banged the back of her head against the shower wall viciously in a masochistic display of pleasure, ignoring the subsequent throbbing pain.

She closed her mouth and smiled, tasting that same finger that had been in Sun, then her. The water continued to run down her naked body, running off her chest, between her legs and down the drain, casting off all the guilt. Lusamine laughed.

Once fully dressed and prepared (hair styled, makeup on, carefully examined for any sign of any sort of wrongness to her appearance) Lusamine encountered some good news - Guzma's message.

'Got em.'

She replied, imagining herself a queen, sitting in her throne and speaking down to some loyal servant.

'Bring them to me.'

"Sun?" She pushed the doors to her room wide open with gusto.

"Yes, mother?" He had been waiting for her as promised, curled up on the couch, another of his odd habits that were similar to the Pokémon he adored so much. Her heart swelled at the sight of him rushing to her side, and she took his hand, smiling down at him.

"Today, Sun, we'll be meeting your brother and sister. I'm sure it'll be a nice surprise for both of them." Sun nearly bounced up and down with excitement, squeezing her hand.

"I can't wait!"

"Neither can I, Sun. Neither can I."