~Hyuu~

"Ahh—ahhh.. Mphh." I muffled my voice through the fabric of the hotel room pillow as my hands worked effortlessly at things I should never—no one should ever—have to touch to relieve themselves.

It was well past midnight, Kyouhei and I talked for an hour about what was going on in Driftveil with Team Plasma, and I told him how I had done something stupid in letter the Shadow Triad member save me (without my permission) and then not demand he tell me what was going on. I was stupid for that I admit… but Kyouhei hadn't seemed all that fazed and for once his lackluster attitude had me at ease.

Maybe it was because I hadn't heard his voice in quite a few days… or maybe it was just because I was stressed out about Rosa being mad at me—or maybe it was just because… this was the kind of teenager I was.

To be honest with myself I didn't exactly know what was the reason behind my actions, but I knew that this was something that had to be done before I slept and hopefully dreamt about the way he sounded tonight.

I was seventeen, I was lonely, and I was on the aftershock of talking to the most attractive person I knew after so long of not… so how could I not… relieve myself?

"Kyou-Kyou…" I panted as my right hand worked fast at the fleshy skin around my hard, pumping and brushing and kneading the tip of the swollen member as my left hand—for the first time ever—probed at my backside. Never before had I inserted a finger in myself… but for some reason now I did, and to my utter disgrace I found that I liked it. I… liked it far more than I ever should.

I really was gay. Though this was no secret to me anymore, it was still something I had to get used to because I certainly didn't feel gay. I didn't talk in a gay voice, I didn't walk on my toes, I didn't get emotiona—

Ok so I got a little emotional here and again… but to any normal human being they wouldn't take me as a homosexual. They would look at me and think I was a normal teenage boy with raging hormones for females. However thinking about their bodies made me quiver, and I had to give myself an extra feel-good kind of pump that got my mind back on track.

Kyouhei… he wasn't mad at me for what I said to him, and I wasn't mad at him for the way he felt. Disappointed of course, but not mad. I was actually utterly happy that he was so interested in calling me, that I wouldn't have even needed an apology to forgive him. All I needed was to know that he cared like that.

"K—Kyouhei." I gnawed on my lower lip as I cursed around his name, which seemed to fall from my lips so intimately. If he were here… I would make love to him. I would blow his mind with how much I love him that he would never be able to deny it again—no one could justify me not loving Kyouhei.

I imagined myself dripping, hot with sweat and reeking of Kyouhei's saltwater smell. The ocean waves that could be lapping at us if we were on a beach… the way it would feel to hold him as the night rolled in over our heads. Or maybe in some deserted meadow where cherry blossoms fell and wind blew.

Or in a shabby hotel room with walls so thin the neighbors wouldn't be able to sleep.

"Gyah!" I jolted, biting the pillow I was drooling on and pulling myself in over my head with imagination. I coiled like a spring, body twitching and toes curling into the sheets as an orgasm shook me through the balls, leaping out and spilling over in hot white semen as my ass contracted to the way my finger—even just the tip—felt about my tight hole.

I wasn't even sure what to make of this experience.

All I knew was that it was all Kyouhei's fault.

And that it felt so good.

…

~Rosa~

What a bunch of bullshit this whole mess was.

….

~Touya~

Tension is in high in Driftveil city as people come to terms with the fact that Team Plasma—disbanded for two years now—has rose again!

Choking on a spoonful of ice cream I listened to the late night news reports for Unova. It was a program I didn't want often and only when I was desperate for something to keep my attention (right now I didn't want to fall asleep empty armed while N was in the shower).

I nearly flew across the bed, scrambling to the foot of it where I could hear better—I knocked the bowl of ice cream off the bed and all over the floor in the same movement as well, sending the spoon skidding across the hardwoods to a halt right before a pair of dripping feet. My heart leapt in my chest as N strode over, concerned but weary of my obvious distress as I turned up the volume.

Though no other recent reports have been made about the goals Team Plasma is aiming for, it's obvious that the gang is out to cause mayhem in the hearts of our citizens. Driftviel is living in terror upon what they saw yesterday, and it seems a reoccurring question keeps coming up.

N placed a worried hand on my shoulder.

Where is our hero?

My breath caught in my chest as the reporter went on.

Where is the one we call the Great Black? The one who rose with the great dragon pokemon two years ago and put an end to all this? Where is our protection?!"

"No…" N huffed, looking at the screen as if it had just punched him in the gut. I could see the clouds of worry lifting in his eyes, begging pleading for this all just to be a horrible dream.

My stomach heaved with effort for the information I was trying to gather—what happened in Driftveil to make these people so upset? There had been many reports of Team Plasma members still scattered about Unova in the last two years, but none had been so dramatic as to demand protection from a single person—me.

And the worst part was that I knew whatever happened this would fall back on me. People would look to me to be their hero again when in reality…

I looked up at N.

In reality I had never saved anyone. I had only fallen in love with Team Plasma's king. Sure I battled and fought with grunts and I beat the seven Sages that still hung around long after N's disappearing act two years ago… but that didn't mean I had the strength to save anyone. All my pokemon but Serperior were in no condition to fight, and Zekrom was much too loyal to Touko now… it would take a whole world of training to get him to befriend me again.

Lucky enough for the town though, they were spared this time by a young trainer and a very unexpected gym leader. Rosa Mei, and Aspertia's leader Cheren.

If I thought my heart could beat any faster than it did then… well I had another thing coming for those words that struck me so fiercely in the chest. I actually flinched, pulling up my hand to cover my face as this horror laid itself upon shoulders once again.

Cheren tried to tell me… he called me the other morning when this started and I didn't even listen—I had been too caught up in N to worry about what Cheren had to say when in reality I was letting this situation fall far beyond my reach. I let him down. I let my friend down…

"Blackie…" N whispered, seeing my face turn pale as the news switched over to a commercial break. "No…"

"N… what am I gonna do?" I stared at my shaking hands as the former King of Team Plasma loomed over me. "I'm responsible for these people—I—I'm their hero!"

"You don't have to be…" he shook his head. "You don't have to do anything for them!"

"N!" I pushed up to sit on the bed, looking deep into his emerald eyes as the television's glow turned them a muted grayish green.

Suddenly then his hand was gripping my wrist so tightly it hurt. All the passion in his body coming through to crush my wrist because he was worried—and he always got violent when he was worried. Ever since I had known N he acted this way when things threatened him.

"I won't let you protect them…" he hissed. "I won't let you get hurt."

I swallowed hard, my heart and my head spinning out of control. Every rational part of my brain was saying to stay safe with N and act like I never heard anything come on the news at all—to just let the storm blow over our heads while we took shelter in our own private little bubble. However my heart was screaming to do the right thing—to find Team Plasma's new leader and take them out because… because to matter what I did or was before it didn't change how those people felt about me.

I was a strong trainer. I may not be strong enough to beat N—but that was because I loved him—but I sure as hell could give it another try if it meant protecting these people that believed in me. For Arceus sake Cheren was out there fighting a battle that was never his to begin with while I was here getting fucked every morning, day, and night because…. Because I was selfish.

N peered down at me with a gaze of great control, his brow creasing because he just couldn't stand the thought of me fighting anymore.

"You have to stay safe with me." He loosened his grip on my wrist, slowly but surely. "You have to… to forget about anyone else."