It's been a good long while since I've written, eh?

So, okay, I kind of slightly lied about there being two chapters left. I honestly thought that could work, but it didn't. I was at over 6,000 words for the next chapter and it still wasn't anywhere near done. I had to think hard about how I wanted to divide it into three chapters, since all of the chapter titles are from the song Freak on a Leash. I finally came up with something.

So sorry to say, but this chapter has no sex scene.

But, I figured since you waited this long, hopefully you could wait longer.

And I'm very sorry for the long spaces between updates. Senior year is hectic. I've been trying to get these done, but I either get pulled away or else I'm too exhausted to do it. I'll try to get on more often, but I can't make any promises.

So, without further ado, here is Chapter 7!

Chapter 7: Some Things They Fight

"What!" an outraged Giovanni shouted, enclosed in his dark office room with some of his workers. "You let him get away!"

"Forgive us, sir!" they echoed each other, kneeling down before their boss. "We never knew that they had connections to the Professor, and we obviously couldn't use scare tactics like we did with the other three."

Giovanni gave a small chuckle at their response. His low, sinister voice grew a bit louder, his workers taken aback at how their conversation had escalated. Seconds later, his seemingly harmless laugh turned into a maniacal, evil cackle, the howling and boom of his voice echoing throughout the dark room.

"Scare tactics?" he mocked. "Did you rough them up a bit?"

"Y…yes sir! Just as you ordered."

Giovanni leaned forward, grabbing one of the men by the hair. "But I didn't ask you to rough them up a bit…" he snickered. He pulled harder as the man howled in pain, dragging his face closer.

"S..sir…"

He pulled again. "I asked you to get rid of them."

--

The Charizard prepared for landing, stirring the sleeping Ash from his peaceful sleep. The events that had been occurring all around him had made him very drowsy, and it wasn't long after they had taken flight and were out of danger that Ash had fallen asleep in Gary's arms.

"Mmm…we're landing?" Ash asked sleepily, looking up into Gary's face. "Where do you think we are?"

"Dunno…" Gary responded. "It almost looks like we're back near Cerulean…"

Ash gasped. "Gary, the circus…"

"Shh, it's alright. From the surrounding area, I'm guessing we passed it though…somewhere near the Rock Tunnel…"

"Th…that's where…" Ash mumbled, recalling meeting Giovanni there deep into the depths of the jungle beside the Rock Tunnel. He remembered hanging out with all of the Pokemon that inhabited the area, especially Pikachu, who he'd always play games with by the edge of the cliff that stood high above the waters of the land. He wondered to himself—if he had a chance to go back and change it all, would he?

"Ash?" Gary asked worriedly. "You seem a bit spacey."

"No," he thought to himself. "I wouldn't trade this relationship with Gary for the world…"

"Ash?"

"Oh, I…"

But Charizard had landed, and was itching to get them off his back. Nudging the raven haired boy with the tip of its nose, it huffed a hot breath to signal it's hurriedness. Gary getting down first, he held his arms out to his love and waited for him to jump into them. Ash gave the Charizard a stroke on its snout and then hopped into Gary's awaiting arms.

"Wait…" Ash spoke to the Charizard before it had a chance to turn around.

"I am free, am I not?"

"Yes, you are."

The Charizard took in a very deep breath. "I did not think I would ever be free again."

"What's it like?"

"Pardon?"

"To be free again…what is it like?"

"Ah, you are speaking of them…" he said, speaking of the employees of Giovanni's who had been trying to catch them.

"Is it really worth it all in the end?"

Charizard began walking, his large legs stomping along the dirt path.

"Kid," it began. "There are two things in life. Some things just sit there and take it, only wishing for freedom like mine and never doing anything about it."

"And what about the other things?"

"Some things…some things they fight."

Now it was Ash who was confused.

"I hope that you keep on fighting for your freedom."

And with that, the Charizard took off into the sky.

--

"Giovanni, sir!" the grunt reported to his boss. "We've gotten word that two boys were spotted flying over Cerulean on a Charizard only a few hours ago."

Giovanni's frown which had been on his face all day due to his sour mood turned into a sinister smile. "And?"

"Well, we believe that they have landed somewhere outside of Cerulean. It's a long trip from Pallet to there, so they must have landed somewhere nearby."

"Tell me…" Giovanni asked, his hand stroking the Persian that sat quietly on his lap. "Which direction were they heading?"

"The source said that they went east."

His smile grew even wider. He knew exactly where they were heading. "Send my helicopter and some of the men to Rock Tunnel," he said, getting up. The Persian jumped off of his lap and headed into a corner, disappearing from site. Giovanni picked up his wine glass, taking a small sip from it as he strode toward the window. "And…"

"Yes, sir?"

"How are those three? I know that we cannot harm the Professor—he is too much of a popular figure that if we touch a hair on his head, the public will be in an uproar."

"The red-head, the tan boy, and the older woman have been disposed of."

"Perfect."

--

Ash and Gary had walked the rest of the way to a small motel just outside of the entrance of the jungle. Since they hadn't brought anything with them but the clothes on their backs, settling into the small room wasn't much of a hassle. The two lay on the single bed they had to share, Gary paying more attention to the blinking screen of the television as he idly switched channels.

Ash, however, had too much on his mind. Those last few words the Charizard had told him played in his head like a broken record.

"Some things they fight."

"Did you say something Ash?"

Ash looked over to Gary. He wasn't away that he had said that out loud. "Just thinking..." he replied, his gaze fixated at the ceiling.

Gary frowned. How could the ceiling, which was ugly as hell in the first place, be getting more attention from his Ash them himself? He turned off the television and turned to his side to face Ash. He ducked his head down and closed his eyes as his lips met with the side of his face, giving him a small peck on the cheek.

"That oughtta get his attention."

Ash's gaze shifted from the ceiling to Gary as he turned to face him, a small blush forming upon his face. He smiled back at Gary, shifting his weight to one side in order to scoot closer to the brunette. He nuzzled his head into Gary's closed chest, closing his eyes and exhaling deeply, his warm breath soaking through his shirt. The tingle it left sent a chill down Gary's spine as he looked down at the boy.

"He's so cute!"

Gary dipped his head down again and kissed the tip of Ash's head, his dark locks tickling his pink lips. Ash snuggled deeper into his chest, wrapping his arms around him and rubbing his head lovingly against his frame.

Gary gave a hard swallow as he lowered his body so his face was even with his partner. Ash frowned only for a second when he felt the heat of Gary's body leave his face, but smiled again when he saw his eyes right in front of him. Those chocolate brown orbs staring back into his, their gazes intently locked on the other. Ash felt his heart beat faster and faster--he felt a single bead of sweat run down his neck as he saw Gary get closer...and closer...they were only inches apart...

And he kissed him. It started off as a soft kiss--their lips barely touched for a second. Gary withdrew after that kiss, looking back into Ash's eyes.

"Oh hell..." he thought to himself. "I can't hold back much longer..."

But he didn't have to. Ash was the one to inspire the second kiss--a much more passionate one as he slowly wrapped his arms around Gary's neck, smashing the other boy's lips onto his own. He closed his eyes as Gary kissed him back, their lips pulling apart and then reconnecting in a string of loving, hungry attacks on each other's mouths. Gary took the advantage of Ash being so willing to lick lightly at his bottom lip, the other moaning in response. He loved the sound of Ash's delicious moans and slipped his tongue into the caverns of Ash's mouth, where he quickly found the other boy's tongue waiting. Their tongue's danced together, the raven haired boy all too willingly letting Gary win as their heated kisses continued.

Gary lifted his mouth off of Ash's, a moan of protest coming from the other boy as the string of saliva connecting their mouth's together broke. He instead shifted to Ash's neck. He licked at the corner as Ash tilted his head to the side, his hands moving to Gary's hair as he preoccupied himself with entangling his fingers in his chocolate brown locks. Gary laid gentle kisses on Ash's sweet flesh before his possessive side took over. How long had he wanted to do this--how he'd been waiting to mark Ash as his.

"Mine," he possessively as he nipped at Ash's neck. Ash let out a gasp as Gary's teeth sank into his skin, a small pain gently waving over his body. He moaned again though in pleasure as Gary licked at the small flesh wound, kissing it and lapping at it gently once more to calm Ash down. He lifted his head up and smirked at the other boy. "Now you really are my Ash."

They kissed again--Gary's lips laying butterfly kisses upon Ash's, gently pecking at him and then lifting his head up again, only to repeat the process a couple more times. Ash rather liked how Gary was being so playful and teasing--it was like a side of Gary he'd never seen before. Then again, Gary always played and teased him in a more concrete sense, but he enjoyed how he was using it to show how much he loved him.

Gary removed his lips from Ash's once more, but this time didn't go back down. He made a hard swallow, the lump going down his throat rather slow as he gazed over his ruffled frame. His clothes and his hair were now disheveled as his eyes scanned over the other's body, his cheeks growing redder.

He had made up his mind. With a slight movement, his hands went down Ash's clothed stomach until he reached the bottom of his shirt, tugging it only slightly to release it from being tucked in his pants. His hands then moved up the shirt onto Ash's chest, the raven haired boy wincing as Gary's fingers lightly skimmed over the scars on his belly.

His hands roamed over Ash's stomach, a bit surprised at how toned the boy had gotten. It had to be Brock's cooking that he had been giving him--the skin and bones frame that the boy once had had evolved into a slightly well-toned abdomen that even made Gary a little jealous inside. He lifted up the shirt slightly, wanting a glimpse of what he felt underneath and just as expected, he saw muscles forming in spots where bones were once visible.

Ash winced a bit as Gary's hand gently glided down his stomach, the scars from years of abuse still in plain sight and leaving a slight sting. But Gary's touch was soft, and with that pain came a tickling sensation that sent a chill up his spine. When Gary's hands reached his nipples and pinched them slightly, his hips instinctively went forward. Gary let out a low hiss as their crotches collided, the sweet friction between the two almost too unbearable.

Gary was becoming very impatient with the pace he was going. He had wanted to drag it out so Ash could get use to the physical contact--so that he could feel every ounce of pleasure in his love that he had to offer. But who was he kidding--he was practically driving himself insane with how slow he was going, and Ash's quiet and drawn out moans were making him even more arroused.

With the decision in his head finally made, Gary quickly took off his own shirt as to make Ash feel a bit more comfortable. He lowered his head to Ash's crotch, still clothed in the blue jeans he had put on this morning. With his teeth, he dragged down the zipper as fast as he could, fiddling with the button at the top at the same time in order to get a glimpse of Ash's manhood sooner. Once his pants were loosened, Ash's hard-on became way more obvious.

Eager to pleasure him as soon as possible, Gary lowered Ash's jeans to his knees, pulling his boxers down with the pants. He licked his lips at his partner's nakedness as he began haphazardly unbuckling his belt, his fingers crossing in every which direction as he became more anxious to get out of his pants.

Gary was so focused on getting his own jeans undone he didn't seem to notice that same blank stare in Ash's eyes, a single tear running down his cheek.

--Flashback--

It was dark. Ash was there, but someone else was with him. They were quickly undoing their belt just as Gary was at this moment, the younger Ash terrified as he sat in his own bed. He was backed up against the headrest of his bed, looking for any possible way to escape.

"Don't you even dare," the stern voice said to him. It was Giovanni.

"Please, stop!"

"No."

"I'll scream if you do!"

"Well then..." Giovanni sneered, grabbing forward at the young boy's head. He pulled Ash's hair as he lifted him toward him. their naked frames colliding.

"Do it, or else I'll have my people deal with her."

Ash panicked. He knew he was talking about his mother, who Giovanni had been dating for quite some time. If anything, he didn't want anything to happen to his mother. But God, he felt so dirty.

"No! Leave her alone!"

"Then you'll do it. Or face the consequences."

The hot tears stinging Ash's face fell onto the sheets--the pain of his hair feeling like it was being ripped out of his skull and the uncleanliness he was feeling inside of him ripping his mental state to shreds. Giovanni's hand loosened on his head as Ash swallowed and laid back onto his bed, closing his eyes, wishing this to be over as fast as possible.

"Good boy."

--

"Ash, is something wrong?"

The time had changed--he was now face to face with his mother the next morning at breakfast after Giovanni had gone to work. He knew he couldn't say anything: he had to protect her. Yet without thinking, he blurted out, tears gathering in his eyes...

"G...G...Giovanni..."

"Sweetie, what is it? What did Giovanni do?"

He hadn't even realized he had uttered the other man's name. He gasp slightly and shrugged it off, not continuing his sentence. He knew his mother wouldn't believe him anyway--ever since his father had passed away, his mother had always put Ash first. Now it was time for her to put herself first, and with her madly in love with Giovanni, Ash couldn't go through with it.

"Ash, what is it? You can tell me."

"It's nothing."

"Ash Ketchum, you better not lie to me. I can tell that your keeping something from me."

"It's nothing!"

"You tell me this instant or I'll..." she said, taking on a threatening tone.

And he couldn't help it anymore. He was just so angry with everyone and wanted her to be quiet. "He touched me!"

The kitchen was silent as his mother dropped the plate of breakfast she was going to give to him on the floor, the glass shattering. Eggs and sausage covered the floor as she ran over to him, holding her son lovingly in her arms. They cried together, his mother stroking his hair gently as Ash let out a string of loud sobs.

She did believe him.

--

"You bastard!"

It was now mid-day. Giovanni was coming home from work. Ash's mother was in a frenzy, fury overtaken her as she threw his things out the door at him.

"Delia, what are you talking about?"

"Get the hell out of my house you sick bastard!"

"I don't understand..."

"You know damn well what the hell you did!"

Ash was a bit scared--he remained out of Giovanni's site, but he watched his mother in her furious state as she threw his things at him wildly. Never had he thought that his mother could get this mad.

"My baby! You hurt my poor baby!"

"Delia, lets talk about this, I'm sure..."

He was interupted by a briefcase hitting him square in the face.

"Get the hell out! And don't you come anywhere near me or my baby ever again!"

--End Flashback--

"Ash! Ash!"

Gary continued calling his name as he had done for the past ten minutes. He shook him harder as the tears from Ash's semi-conscious state continued to flow down his cheeks. Ash remained unmoving, his body shutting down while having a flashback of his life.

And then he came back.

The first sign that he was back was that the tears streaming down his face came out in large quantities. The second sign was the silent sobs coming from Ash as his body started involuntary shaking. The sobs grew louder and louder as he recoiled from Gary in fear, curling up in a little ball at the headboard of the bed, his silent sobs transformed into cries of pure agony.

Gary withdrew for a moment, unsure of what was happening. He sat down on the other side of the bed, wondering if he should try to comfort him or let him cry some more. In their current states, Ash would be even more terrified if Gary even slightly touched him while he was unclothed.

So he took a sheet that had been kicked off the bed and slowly approached Ash, his cries not dying down for even a second. The blanket was wrapped around Ash to serve as temporary clothing, covering Ash's smaller frame and shielding it from Gary. He then wrapped his arms around his poor Ash and sat with him at the head of the bed, gently caressing his hair. The soft locks ran beneath Gary's fingers as he let him cry it out.

"Ash?"

"G...Giovanni..."

At the mere mention of the other man's name, he scowled. "What did that bastard do to you?"

"He...he..." he stuttered, hiccuping in between words. "Gary, he was...w..."

Gary's mind connected the pieces of the puzzle. Why Ash was so scared to get close to another person so intimately--he now knew.

"Ash..." Gary began, wondering how to word what he was about to say. "Was Giovanni...touching you like I was?"

Ash just nodded, another hiccup coming out of his throat. Gary scowled again at the thought of Giovanni raping his Ash, holding him even tighter, drawing him closer to his body in an attempt to keep the invisible man from stealing him. Giovanni may not have been there in person, but it almost felt as if he was--that mentioning his name had somehow made him come alive. Gary had to handle this situation delicately--since Ash had previously not even know what love was, he couldn't expect him to know the difference between rape and what Gary was trying to do.

"Ash...do you know what I was trying to do?"

He shook his head in response, not able to get any words out. His sobs dying down quite a bit, Gary exhaled loudly as he tried to explain this as delicately as possible.

"What I am trying to do...and what Giovanni did...is called sex."

"Sex?"

He nodded. "Sex isn't always a bad thing. Sex between a man and a woman can produce a child. If it weren't for sex, you wouldn't be here."

"But..." Gary continued, "what Giovanni did was a bad form of sex. You didn't want to do it, right?"

Ash nodded his head again, feeling even dirtier inside than he did that night.

"What he did was not your fault. You didn't want to, and he forced himself onto you. That is called rape and its illegal. He could get into a lot of trouble for what he did."

"G...Gary...are you trying to...to rape me then?"

"Not at all," Gary said, a hand moving to Ash's back. "I want to have sex with you to make you happy. I want to show you how much I really love you. I want to make love to you, Ash."

"S...so..."

"But..." Gary continued again, withdrawing from his slightly. He planted his feet on the floor, his hand still on Ash's shoulder. "I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do. I want this to be a special moment for you and me, but only when you're ready."

He got up and turned around, heading toward the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" the shaky voice behind him asked.

"Just going to take a shower. I'm gonna cool down--I'll be right back out."

"Gary, I..."

"Ash, listen to me," he said, facing him. "Its not your fault. I don't want to pressure you into doing anything you don't want to do."

He turned back around, walking to the bathroom as fast as he possibly could. He was going to need a shower as cold as the Arctic to get him back to normal, and he figured the sooner he started, the sooner he could talk to Ash about what had just happened.

He had reached the bathroom door and flicked on the light when he felt a hand grab at his own.

"Wait..."

Gary turned back around to see Ash, the sheet and his clothes around his knees abandoned on the floor. "Gary...I...I..." he stuttered, swallowing hard. "I want you to make love to me."

Gary smiled and with his other hand ruffled Ash's hair.

"Later, Ash. When you're ready..."

"I...I want to show how much I love you too..."

"Ash, not now..."

"Please...Gary, please," he pleaded, the sad look in his eyes making Gary's heart melt. With a defeated sigh, he followed Ash back to the bed, almost a little too eager to start. Ash laid back down, his heart pounding as he inhaled and exhaled nervously. Gary climbed back on top of him, his left knee almost touching Ash's length. With what was left of his sanity, he stuttered out, "Ash, are you sure you want to do this?"

Ash's hands moved up to Gary's neck as he dragged the other boy down for a kiss, their lips colliding into one another, passion exploding from each of them.

"Positive."

--

The Professor made a pained sound as he was kicked to the ground by one of Giovanni's men. As he skidded against the cold hard ground, he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, almost biting his tongue to try to keep the sound in. He had failed, however, and now in front of him was an unrecognizable pile that smelt of burnt flesh. He gazed in horror at the sight before him—while he could not determine the features of the mass, he could easily tell that they were bodies. There were three of them—one male, two female; one of the females slightly bigger, signifying age.

"You monster!" he shouted. Giovanni only smirked.

"Do you recognize them?"

Professor Oak froze. Was he supposed to be able to identify the bodies of these three people? He surely could not tell why they were. But by the way Giovanni had said that, so sinister that he knew that what was to come was going to be bad. Suddenly, Giovanni tossed a pile of belongings in his direction.

His granddaughter's boyfriend's apron.

His granddaughter's backpack.

And his own daughter's most prized possession. A picture of the whole family—Gary, Misty, herself, and her husband.

A tear came to his eye as he finally got the gist of what Giovanni had done.

"No.." he whispered silently "No!"

Tears fell from the old man's wrinkled face as he sobbed into the ground. As he cried in the sadness of losing his family, Giovanni chuckled.

"You cold heatless bastard!"

"Now, now, Professor…"

"You killed them!"

"Well I never touched a hair on their head," he said back. "However, my Pokemon did have some fun with them. It was so nice having them around—they were lacking in skills and needed some training."

"You bastard!"

Professor Oak had sprung up from the ground with all of his remaining power and headed right towards Giovanni. His fist balled up, he drew back as he ran and attempted to punch the other man. With each step his anger grew, the faces of the deceased flashing in his mind like a slideshow.

And he hit him. With all of the strength he could muster, his fist made contact with Giovanni's face, punching him square in the jaw. Giovanni's men instantly went forward and grabbed the old man as Giovanni stumbled backwards. The Professor squirmed as much as he could, trying to fling the men holding him from his sides so he could attack once more. Even more men surrounded him and attempted to hold him until finally, the professor was still.

"Wh…why?"

"Hmm?"

"I said why! Why are you after my grandson? Why did you kill my family? Why are you after Ash?"

For a second, something clicked in his brain. Why did Ash seem so familiar? Why did he want to protect and take care of Ash? The next word that came out of his mouth didn't even register until he had said it.

"Delia Ketchum…"

Giovanni smirked. "Now Professor…" he said, a sarcastic tone in his voice. "What would I have to do with her?"

"A…Ash Ketchum was her son!"

"And what would I have to do with a kidnapping case that's over six years old?"

"You…you kidnapped him!"

"Correction," Giovanni said, "I was simply paying his mother back for what she did to me. Humiliating me like that, kicking me out of her house…I was just returning the favor. I never knew that years later I would find her boy again with this incredible gift…"

"You're only using him to make money!"

Giovanni would hear no more of the Professor's words. "Take him into the holding room. And make sure to keep an eye on him." He was heading out the opposite door that lead to upstairs. His footsteps echoed throughout the room, the heels of his shoes clacking against the hard ground in a menacing tone.

One final question managed to escape the Professor's lips. "What is it you plan on doing with me?"

"Well," he said, stopping. "You are such a public figure that if I were to cause any harm towards you, then everyone would be in an uproar over where you went and what had happened. I'm just going to make sure that you don't go anyway.

"You'll never get away with this!"

"Take the professor somewhere comfortable!" he bellowed, grinning evilly. "And make sure he doesn't escape."

TBC

So with this forshadowing, you can tell that the next chapter has a sex scene. Honestly, its only the second one I've written, so I hope that my writing ability meets your standards. Since I've basically divided the chapter in half, some of it is already written. So I can give a brief overview!

Ch. 8 Preview: A Cheap Fuck for me to Lay

He knew almost nothing about sex. Sure, he'd seen a few porn videos--what teenage boy hadn't? And he did walk in on his sister doing the deed once. But otherwise, he was clueless.

So he flicked it again. Ash bit his lip and tried to suppress another loud moan. The bud grew pinker and stood up at attention. Gary kissed it to see what kind of reaction he could get.

"G…g…."

The strained first letter of his name escaped his lips. So Gary kissed it again, this time he kept his mouth there and after the kiss began to suck, the bud hardening with every lick.

"Ahhh!"

Ash's whole body moved, his head thrown back and his pelvis thrusted into Gary's. Gary bit his lip rather hard in order to suppress a rather long, deep moan. Their hard arousals' scraping together was mind numbingly overwhelming feeling. He quickly switched nipples, eager to get the second standing like the first one.

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Hope I see you in the next chapter! Read and review, over and out! -Nibzo