Wow, the next chapter! And it's only been about a month! In fact, I think it's been a little less than a month! A new record!

Anyway, you will hate me and love me for this chapter. On the plus side, you finally get your smut! On the other hand...well, you'll need to read to find out. You didn't think I was going to let it slip that easily, did I?

Disclaimer: Do not own the song Freak on a Leash. Do not own Korn. Do not own Pokemon. Hmmm...if I could own one of the three, it'd be the latter. Then I could "bend" Ash and Gary's action to my every whim!...I am such a pervert. I'm going to hell!

Freak On A Leash

Ch. 8: A Cheap Fuck For Me To Lay

There were so many differences between the rape and how Gary was treating him.

"G….Gary…."

He moaned out his lover's name as their bodies gently touched, the kiss he had initiated just moments ago sparking a chain of reactions that was setting his body on fire. The heat of it all was just incredible.

"Oh….ohhh.."

Gary was at his neck, sucking on a love bite he had created earlier. Ash squirmed as Gary's tongue flicked over the sensitive skin, his moans increasing in volume as those warm lips kissed up and down his collar. He bit into the same spot again and Ash gasped, only to return to moaning once more when Gary lapped at the broken skin.

"Hahhh…ahhhh…"

His temperature was rising everywhere in his body. He could feel Gary's hot skin against his, their members touching ever so slightly as they rocked back and forth into each other.

The first thing about what Gary was doing to him that was so different was that he took it slow like this. Gary didn't move at an incredibly fast pace as he stopped to sample every inch of his Ash. As Gary licked down the top of Ash's chest his eyes focused on the raven haired boys for just a second. Sweat dripping down his face. His heavy pants and moans heaving his chest up and down. His hair ruffled.

It was enough to drive Gary insane. He was so addicted to how aroused he was that as looked that a hand accidentally flicked one of his nipples as it went down his body. Ash let out another loud moan and Gary stopped at that area.

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.

The second thing different was that this was pleasurable. Ash felt so many things with Gary that Giovanni was unable to grant him. Pure bliss, ecstasy, lust.

When Gary finished with the second bud, he began moving down again. Ash's heavy breathing continued on, but slowed down. The tongue flickered inside Ash's belly button, but only for a moment. He continued his way down until what he had felt earlier against his own length was right in his face. It pulsed and throbbed in front of him, and Gary took a moment to cup it and just stare. He was lost in what to say. How Ash could be sharing something so special and sacred with him. How he was the one making Ash feel this way.

He spent no more time on thinking about it. His mouth immediately attacked to the throbbing, hot flesh in his hand with kisses. This brought out some of the loudest of Ash's moans, but Gary had no idea just how loud Ash would be screaming tonight.

"G…Gary…oh Gary…." Ash moaned as his fingers laced in those chocolate locks. He stuck it into his mouth, Ash's moans only getting louder and louder. His tongue swirled in every direction as the hot cavern around Ash grew a bit tighter, Gary thinning his lips to give the other boy a constricted feel. He tightened, then loosened, tightened again, then loosened. Ash's chest heaved up and down at an incredible rate that he thought his lungs and heart might explode.

Gary wondered what to do next. Surely this wasn't how two men had sex. He had to think for a moment back to one of the few pornos he had watched.

He remembered the guy sticking his finger up the other guy's asshole in order to loosen him. So, he pulled a hand up toward Ash's mouth. Taking three fingers, he put them at the entrance of his mouth.

"Wh….what…?"

"Suck on them." Gary's words vibrated against him and made his whole body shiver in pleasure.

"H…h….how?" Ash asked again. It was so hard for him to get out even one word.

"Like what I'm doing to you."

So Ash's hands untangled themselves from Gary's hair as he gently took Gary's wrist. He inched the digits closer to his mouth and then began to lick at them. Gary let out a low moan, not realizing then that telling Ash to suck on his fingers would give him so much pleasure that it'd cut off his ability to think.

But he continued. Ash slipped the digits gently past his lips, and as they met his tongue Gary winced in pleasure. The soft muscle inside of his mouth licked softly against Gary's fingers, the very tip running across his nails. He moaned as he sucked, sending a tingle down the brunette's spine. Ash noticed the very slight shake that Gary had acquired from his actions and did it again, moaning even louder, the reverberations sending a longer, more intense wave down Gary's back, as picked up his pace, his head bobbing up and down on his length. Ash closed his eyes and hummed with his ministrations, a soft moan escaping the other boy as the feeling now tingled down Ash's spine, his back lifting up off the bed as he bucked forward into Gary's mouth.

Gary could feel his release coiling in his stomach, and knew that if Ash kept this up, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back. He pulled his fingers from Ash's mouth, a resounding "pop" as the saliva string leading from Ash's mouth to Gary's fingers broke. He lifted himself from Ash, crawling back up to him until they were face-to-face. He gulped, unsure of what to do next. "Is this the part that's supposed to hurt?" he thought.

"Gary?" Ash asked, looking deep into his eyes. Gary looked back into the other eyes and saw exactly what the raven haired boy had been through all of his life. Pain, agony, suffering. Did he really want to make his lover hurt any more?

"Ash," he said to him, his voice a bit staggered, "this...this might hurt a little bit."

But Ash didn't seem to care. He lifted himself forward and planted a small, chaste kiss upon Gary's lips. Pulling away, he looked back at the brunette. "It's okay," he said, one hand grazing against the other's cheek, caressing the soft, tan skin. "I trust you."

Gary only nodded in reply as he lowered his hand, the tips of his finger's at Ash's entrance. He pushed one in slowly, noticing the wince upon Ash's face and panicking.

"Ash!"

"It's okay," Ash moaned, clenching his teeth together. "Keep going."

So he did, until the finger was as far as it would go. Gary gulped again as he began moving it around inside of Ash, the contorted look on his lover's face almost too much to bear. He saw the other's eyes get watery and he closed his eyes, the finger stopping.

"Just keep going, Gary."

"I...I can't."

"Gary, I'm fine, really. Just keep going."

If it weren't for Ash's reassuring words, he would have stopped. But he didn't as he slid the second finger in, burying it just as he did the first. Scissoring the two to prepare him, he closed his eyes again, letting his digits wiggle around inside of him. Ash wrapped his hands around the other boy, his hand's kneading at Gary's back, urging him to continue.

The third thing that was different was that he didn't want Gary to stop. With Giovanni, he just closed his eyes and wished it would be over. But with Gary, he kept egging him on, telling him that even though the pain they would get through this. And if pleasurable times like before were to come, he wanted Gary to take his time.

A third finger was added, but not for long. He shifted them slightly, thrusting them a bit into the tight cavern. With the closeness of the moment when he would be encased inside of Ash drawing near, his heart beat began to speed up, his nervousness growing.

Finally, he took them out, another popping noise filling the air as the slickness of his finger's leaving resonated, the sound echoing across the room. He straddled himself over Ash, having second thoughts. If three finger's had caused him that much pain, was this going to be worse.

"I trust you, Gary."

With that, Gary quickly thrusted himself into Ash, burying himself inside until he was all the way in. Ash's face scrunched again as he moaned in pain from the intrusion. Gary was going to pull out but then remembered the words the two had exchanged. He sat them for a moment, waiting for Ash to adjust. Seconds went by as the two just let their pants be the only sound heard in the room, every hitch in their breath and need for air resonating throughout the room.

Finally, Gary moved. His motions were slow, yet firm as he pulled out as easily as he had entered. However, he slammed back into the boy beneath him, sending a mix of pain and pleasure across the boy's features. He did the same thing again, repeatidly copying his actions, his hips rolling into his as their bodies collided.

Ash's moans got louder, and after the first few thrusts, the pain started to dissolve into pleasure. He began bobbing slightly, encouraging Gary to move faster. The brunette complied, nodding his head in acknowledgment.

Their panting had increased with each thrust, in loudness and length. Short, gasping breaths were taken as the volume of their breathing increased. Gary's hips began to move faster as he pounded into the other boy. Finally, he felt it. A wall of flesh blocking him from moving any further, no matter how many times he'd try to hit it. But to Ash, he could hit the wall as hard as he wanted to, for he screamed in ecstasy, writhing beneath his lover as a feeling of pure pleasure raced across his body.

"Gary!" he cried.

"Ash!" he yelled in reply, automatically thinking he had really hurt the boy.

"Again!"

This left Gary utterly confused. He had just hit a part of Ash so deep inside of him. But if the other insisted. So he pulled out again and hit it with a much force as the last, Ash screaming again in pleasure. He put two and two together and figured what he was doing must have been right. Besides, even if Ash was in pain, he couldn't deny the feeling he was having. Ash's tight entrance squeezed around his length, sending him into a euphoric state that made him dizzy.

The fourth thing that was different was that it felt so right, and so damn good. The experience with Giovanni had disgusted him and made him feel so dirty. This was the exact opposite--he felt so good, and wanted, and it made him feel happy that he was being pleasured by the one he loved.

Again and again, he repeated the technique, pulling in and out, slamming into the wall inside of him harder and faster. Their breaths mixed, their hand's entwinced, Ash's legs curled around Gary's waist, sending him in deeper, the force of the collision inside of him increasing. His weeping member bobbed in-between the two of them, their bodies rubbing against it as it caused a blissful friction onto his sensitive part.

"Gary!" he cried out again, the coiling in his stomach unwinding. With a blinding force, Ash came in-between the two, slicking their stomachs as the milky liquid leaking out mixed with sweat.

"Ash!" he shouted afterward, the new tight clamp around him sending him over the edge as he came only seconds after the other boy, the same substance spilling into him, and what escaped leaking down his body as mixing with the other's seed.

Their heavy pants were the only thing then heard, the rapid up and down motion of their chests the only thing that continued moving. They just laid their, Gary's weak arms keeping a firm support over his lover as they stared into one another.

Finally, Gary pulled out, the final popping noise of their love making mixing in with the sound of their steadying breaths and their beating hearts. He collapsed next to Ash, drawing close to the other as soon as he hit the bed. The raven haired boy didn't hesitate as he hurriedly buried himself into Gary's chest.

"Ash," Gary said between pants, causing him to look up. Their eyes met--chocolate brown getting lost in a sea of stormy blue as the set of blue eyes tried to keep it's composure while staring back into those beautiful brown ones. "I love you."

And that was the fifth and final thing. With Giovanni, it had been nothing. But with Gary, there was love.

"I love you too, Gary," he said, burying his face into the brunette's chest. "I love you too."

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"Giovanni!" one of his men shouted at him, quite disturbed. "Giovanni?"

"What is it?" he sneered, looking angrily on the poor man.

"The...the professor! He managed to get free and escape!"

Giovanni was outraged. He got up from his chair hurriedly, the scowl on his face deepening quite a bit to show exactly how upset he was. "I told you to make sure he didn't escape!"

"A thousand apologies!" he cried, backing away slowly. However, he didn't realize that Giovanni was backing him right into a wall. "We were watching him and then he...he managed to throw one of us down...and he...he grabbed our firearm and...and..." he went cold as his back hit the wall, his boss growing closer and closer. He felt a cold sweat drip down his neck and his heart stood completely still, his fear of the enraged man in front of him growing more than it ever had. "Oh...oh please, sir..."

He looked ready, poised to strike the man, to let all of his energy out on this poor soul when a sudden ringing was heard throughout the air. He scowled at the sound of it, looking back at the grunt he had backed into the wall. He glared at him, conveying with his emotions that he was not to move. He pulled the cell phone out of his pocket and shouted rather angrily at it.

"Hello?"

The poor man hated this--now it seemed that his punishment had been prolonged. He winced, recoiling from his boss in fear, closing his eyes.

"Ah, excellent. You'll be there by morning?"

He cracked on open. What ever the call was about, it seemed to put him in a good mood.

"Perfect. I'll head on over."

The phone snapped shut as he looked back over to the grunt, still a bit nervous but now obviously more calm. "S...sir?" he stuttered.

"You're damn lucky they just called. Otherwise," he said, moving away, "who knows what could have happened." He went to get his coat hanging on the rack next to his desk, slipping his arms through the sleeves. "I haven't time to deal with you now."

"Is...is there anything I can do?" he asked hesitantly.

"There is. Get my car started."

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"Open the door!"

Accompanying that rude statement was a loud banging on the door. It displayed the urgency the people on the other side had on getting in and woke Ash from his peaceful slumber. His eyes fluttered open, noticing the lack of warmth that he had fallen asleep him. He sat up and yawned, noticing that Gary was over by the door, a look of utter horror on his face. He rubbed one eye at a time, keeping the other open to watch what Gary was doing.

"Gary?"

"Shhh!"

Ash was taken aback. What had happened to last night? It was just...gone. This made him feel so hurt, he recoiled back. He felt like he was going to cry.

Gary noticed the look Ash had and whispered to him. "I think..." he gulped, "I think people from the circus are on the other side."

"What?!" Ash yelled.

"Shhh!"

"We know you're in there now!"

Gary silently cursed to himself, looking around the room for any way to escape. There was nothing. "Get your clothes on," he commanded. Ash was shocked and yet now fully alert as he hurriedly began to pick up both of their clothes. The bundle in his arms grew bigger until all of the articles were gathered and he ran into the bathroom. Suddenly, a loud clattering sound startled the two as something fell to the ground.

"Ow..."

"Open this door right now!"

"Ash, what are you do..." he stopped mid sentence, looking at the object that had fallen. A mop lay on the floor, with the threads of it's head strewn across the carpet. As Gary eyed up the situation, he thought up a plan.

"We said..."

"Hold your horses!" he replied back to the men on the other side, his voice thrown as his pitch went higher. Ash looked at him quizzically as Gary ran back to the bathroom.

"Turn the shower on," he whispered as he started pulling at the head of the mop.

"Gary, what are you doing?!"

"Trust me on this," he said, grabbing at it and pulling it harder. Ash did as he was told, heading into the bathroom and turning the knob of the shower on, the water falling from the faucet above. With a loud noise, the head of the mop came off, and Gary came in and hopped into the water. He winced at it's temperature, but let himself get wet before he stepped out. Ash was pushing his pants on as he saw Gary emerge from the shower, the mop now messily placed atop his head.

"Gary, I don't understand..."

"Trust me, Ash," he said, pulling a towel from the rack and wrapping it across his, covering his lower region as well as his chest. He left the bathroom and checked the mirror, straightening the mop to make sure it covered every inch of his hair. He took in a deep breath and then marched angrily toward the door, his feet stomping across the carpet. When he reached the metal frame, he looked back at Ash, who was watching his every move.

"Get dressed and stay in the bathroom."

Ash nodded and ducked back into the small room. Gary took one more deep breath and then opened the door before the men had another chance to knock.

"Uh..."

"Well? What is it you want?!"

"Excuse me, miss, but we're looking for two boys..."

"Is that all this is about?!" he yelled, obviously outraged. His high pitched voice was a bit intimidating to the men, who they thought they had interrupted her morning shower. "You come around here looking for some boys, disturbing a lady in her most private and vulnerable state..."

"We're very sorry, miss, but the owner says that a couple of boys checked into this room."

"I don't know what you think, but they sure as hell aren't here!"

"We're very, very sorry miss..."

"Damn right!" he yelled before taking the door from its side and slamming it in their faces. As the metal clicked back into place, he hurried back to the bathroom. Ash was pulling on his socks as he grabbed for his jeans, the towel falling off as he stuffed his legs into them. He then made a grab for his belt, swiftly sticking it through all of the loops.

"Gary?" Ash asked. "What's going on?"

"We've got to get out of here," he said nervously as his fingers fumbled with the metal. His anxiety was showing as his fingers clumsily tried getting his belt together, the soft clinking of metal making him more and more nervous by the minute. "Screw it," he hissed as he took it off of him pants and threw it aside, grabbing for his shirt. The material slinked against his hands as he carelessly though it over his head, hopping around to find his shoes. His brown hair popped out of the hole as he continued stuffing his arms through the sleeves, slipping his feet into his shoes simutaneously.

"Gary, your socks..."

"No time. Get your shoes on Ash," he said as he then staggered toward the door, his clothes now on. He opened it slightly as fit his head through, looking left and right. The men that had interrogated him were now quite a few rooms down as he saw the opened door on the other side of the hallway.

He reached behind him for Ash to assure himself that he was behind him as he looked for an escape route. Only a one level motel, he looked forward to see the great forest lingering overhead, not even half-a-mile away. If they could make it there, then they would be safe. He found Ash's and and gave in a reassuring squeeze.

"Ash, we need to get out of here. Just run as fast as you can until we get to the forest. Don't look behind you for anything. If we get separated..." he paused. He did not want to be separated from him. But if it came down to it, then it couldn't be avoided. "If we get separated, we'll look for each other later, okay?"

Ash squeezed back. "Okay."

Making sure that the men were still in the room, Gary looked left and right again. It was all clear.

The two took off.

The sound of their shoes as they made a break across the parking lot rang through the air. There were no roads, no buildings, no fences--nothing in their way. A blacktop parking lot was all that was between them and the grassy hill, and then the forest. Their hearts beat in time with their steps, their long, fast strides carrying them away from the small motel. The wind rustled their hair as they ran, and with each step they took, Gary thought they were getting closer and closer to freedom.

So he looked behind him, but he kept running. He was now far enough away to see that there were more people on the other side of the building. He cursed silently, trying to pick up his speed. Ash sensed his apprehension, but didn't try to look back.

And then, they heard it.

"Over there!" someone shouted. He could slightly hear the clattering of the men behind him--some turning around and stopping for something, and a couple following the two. He became even more nervous when he heard a shot echo across the landscape, the sound resonating in the air.

They reached the grass, and now had to work on getting up the hill. More shots fired around them, all missing them by either hitting the ground or whizzing past them. Gary just picked up the pace--even though his legs were dying and his body was begging him to stop, he went even faster. Ash did too, recoiling a bit at the sound of gunshots, turning his head slightly to look back.

"Don't look back!" Gary cried. Ash obeyed and followed Gary in his hurried pace up the hill. Gary could now hear the men behind them rather clearly, though they were still a bit a ways away. He just swallowed and kept running, checking every now and then to make sure Ash was next to him.

The forest was so close. When they had reached the grass, there had been just feet between the forest and the open air. And now they were even closer. The men behind them sped up, not drawing their weapons. The shots at them from behind continued as the onslaught of bullets did the same as before--they hit the ground or else kept going past them.

It was so damn close. It was right in front of them, freedom was only so far away. But if Gary and Ash still wanted to escape, they'd have to keep running. Separating would seem like a good idea, but he knew that while they were after them both, they would most likely go after Ash, and if he were alone, things could be disastrous. Now just mere feet separating the two from the shelter of the forest, Gary sped up charging into the leaves and bushes that offered comfort to them. He send his hand backward and looked back--Ash was behind, but not too far. "Take my hand!"

Ash complied again and reached forward, their palms grasping and pulling the two closer as they held onto each other. Gary dragged him through the forest, Ash's only job now was to keep up.

Navigating themselves through the trees, the two could hear the men now entering the forest behind them. They made a lot more rustling than the teens, their bigger bodies crashing through the small twigs and shrubs as they trekked through the forest.

Ash and Gary were exhausted as they ran deeper and deeper into the forest. They could hear the rustling behind them slowing down, signaling that whoever was chasing them was running out of gas as well. Gary did not see this as any reason to slow down, so they kept at their pace as he pushed aside the small trees in his way, scratches against his face becoming visible, mud streaking across their clothes, sweat staining the back of their shirts. They didn't let go of one another though.

In his exhausted survival mode, Ash looked around at his surroundings. This was all so familiar. Now in time with his steps and his heart were his mind as he tried to think of where he had seen this all before. In bright flashes, each moving across his eyes faster than his flashbacks, were pictures. His first day here where he had no idea who he was or how he'd got there. Him and the Pokemon of the forest playing together. His encounter with Giovanni and leaving it all behind. This was the forest he had lived in.

Suddenly, taking him away from his memories came a stabbing side as something tore through his back and into his stomach. He yelped in pain, doubling over as the hot feeling spread across his body, the searing wound that was piercing through him.

"Ash?" Gary asked, then gasped to see him fallen to the ground. He knelt down beside him, worry crossing his eyes as he put a hand to the other boy's back. A wet, sticky substance covered his fingers as he looked down slightly.

Blood. Ash had been shot. And he was bleeding really badly. Ash's vision began to fog slightly as his eyes twitched, his head lolling to the side.

"Ash, just hang tight! We're going to get through this! Just stay with me!"

"Gary...I...What..."

"It's alright, Ash! Just stay with me! We'll get out of this, we will! We just..."

"Just what?"

Gary looked to his side as he felt a slab of metal press to his head. He gulped as the figure behind him chuckled, the sneer plastered on the man's face all too familiar.

"Giovanni..."

"In the flesh," the man said, pressing the gun even harder into his head. "Just in time too, I see."

Ash's eyes began to flutter open and closer rather quickly, his lids rapidly moving up and down. Gary focused his attention back on him. "Ash!"

He was able to get his head under control for a minute. The blood seeping out of his wound made him very woozy as he struggled to keep himself awake. He smiled half-heartedly at Gary. "Gary..." he whispered, "I think I might be free..."

"No, no!" Gary shouted at him, his voice toned with anger, sorrow, worry, so many emotions. "We're not free yet! We're almost there!"

Giovanni laughed. "Almost there?! You weren't even there to begin with!"

Gary looked back at the other man, scowling, his rage building, when he heard Ash cough. Instantly, his head turned back to his lover. "Ash, no. Damnit no!"

"Thank you, Gary."

"Don't thank me now! Thank me later when we're both safe! Thank me..."

He was cut off by a kiss. A kiss so passionate and so loving, he was taken a back, his eyes wide open. He felt his face heat it, but it wasn't the way it usually did when he kissed the boy. Something was different, and he felt the heat course through his whole body, down his throat and all over him. It wasn't the same.

Ash broke the kiss and smiled back at him.

"I love you, Gary."

"Ash...Ash, I love you, too!" he cried as he grabbed Ash and held him close. The boy smiled, his lips stretching across his cheeks showing how content he was. His eyes fluttered again before they finally closed.

"Aw," Giovanni sneered, pressing the gun harder against Gary's head. "How touching."

"You...you bastard!" Gary said, Ash still in his arms. Suddenly, all of his pent up rage he felt for Giovanni erupted from him and he continued shouting at the man. The rape, the harsh treatment Ash had endured, and now this. "How fucking could you?!"

"Aw," he said, sarcastically acting like he cared. His lips dropped mockingly as he took on a baby-like tone. "Did I upswet the wittle kid?" he said. "Did I mwake him cwy?" He laughed at what he was saying and the pain that the boy was in.

"All the hell you put him through!"

"Which hell are you talking about? Before or after I screwed him?" he said mockingly, knowing that would enrage Gary even further. But he held all the cards--it was him holding the gun to the younger boy's head.

But Gary didn't move. He knew that Giovanni was egging him on, and he was too concentrated on holding Ash to dare move. "Godamn you!"

"But you know," Giovanni said, moving slightly, taking the gun off of Gary. He stepped to the side, swirling it in his hands. "It really wasn't very good. He was just like his mother. Had to care too much about every single person. So godamn happy it makes you want to throw up," he stopped, sneering again. He knew what he would say could get him riled up. "An easy lay. A cheap fuck for me to lay."

That did send Gary over the edge. His eyes portrayed his anger as his scowl grew even more menacing. He was going to drop Ash and attempt to tear this man limb from limb without getting shot. Just about to do just that, when all of a sudden, he heard a roaring noise from overhead. He looked and sensed Giovanni heard it too, for the older man looked up at the clearing as the trees rustled, their leaves swinging back and forth. Booming voices followed, Gary's hopes lightening as he recognized the voices.

"To protect the kid from devastation!"

"To unite all people in this great nation!"

"To announce the feelings of his true love!"

"To extend his reach to the stars above!"

"Jesse!"

"James!"

Indeed, the two were in a helicopter circling above, Gary's heart skipping a beat when he noticed the two. He looked at the large piece of equipment and smiled when he noticed who was steering the big hunk of metal.

"Grandfather!"

"We will both protect the kid with all our might!"

"Surrender now, or prepare to fight!"

"Meowth, that's right!"

The loud sound of the helicopter's propeller echoed throughout the air as the two finished their grand announcement. Giovanni looked angrily at the sky and attempted to shoot at it, his gun pointed in the air. But then he recoiled. He slumped over, chuckling slightly. Gary's attention, however, was not on anyone around him but Ash. He happily shook him slightly. "Ash, look! We made it!"

The boy didn't respond. A wave of panic rushed through Gary as he shook him a bit harder. "Okay, Ash, naptime is over!" he said jokingly, laughing away his worst fear. When he didn't respond again, Gary really felt nervous. "Ash...?"

Hurriedly, he grabbed his wrist and felt it, pressing into the boy's skin to feel for any sign of life. He gasped when he felt nothing, the cold skin beneath his warm fingertips providing no answer. "Ash!" he cried, setting him on the ground. "Wake up! Godamnit, wake up!" he shook him a bit violently, Ash's body moving slightly as he got no response. Tears welled up in his eyes and they flowed freely and rapidly; he blinked and a few began to streak down his cheek. "Wake up!"

Giovanni began laughing. The slumped over man was now laughing, his chuckles getting louder and louder. As they transformed even more into an evil cackle, his body convulsed in fits of hysteria.

"Looks like you're too damn late!" he cried up at the sky, laughing even more. "And so what?! I can still blow his head off from down here! And you can't do anything from up there!"

Gary was all of the sudden enraged; more than he had been before. His tears continued down his face, but he was now crying in anger more than in sorrow. And then, he started whispering. A strange sound was made from the back of his throat as it came quietly from his mouth as he turned his head slowly to face the cackling man. His whispering started to get louder and louder, Giovanni stopping momentarily to watch the boy. He got off the ground and walked toward the man, his cried still gaining volume. Gary's look of pure anger made Giovanni step back slightly, his outstretched hands now holding the gun directly at Gary.

And then the bushes began to rustle. Giovanni jumped in surprise and came forward a bit more, his hands beginning to shake. Out of the bushes came Pokemon, and quite a few of them.

The same thing happened to the other bushes surrounding the area. Pokemon appeared from everywhere--from the trees, from the bushes, from wherever they could. Giovanni staggered as they watched him with just as much ferocity as on Gary's face. "S...stay back," he stuttered, his fear heightening, his arms moving back and forth to point the gun at the different Pokemon. He swallowed, the numbers increasing as they got closer and closer. Instead of the hunter, he was now the hunted.

"Stay back!" he shouted, still waving it around. Gary's voice did not cease as he was now shouting the unknown words, his army following his every command. They encircled him and moved closer and closer. "I told you to stay back!" he said, now shifting his gun back at Gary, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

But more kept coming. Giovanni closed his eyes, the Pokemon now only inches away. He screamed in terror, and when Gary blinked, the gun had gone off.

But he didn't feel anything. He opened his eyes and gasped.

Giovanni had turned the gun around in a panic, stuck the barrel inside his mouth, and fired.

TBC

If that didn't put you on the edge of your seat or made your mouths drop open or have made you gasped or have provoked some sort of reaction from you, then I have FAILED as a writer.

Intense, huh? It went from such a loving sex scene to a horrible ending. Well, I guess it's not necessarily an ending. We've got one more chapter to go. But if English has taught me anything, it tells me that THIS was the climax of the story. There was an actual climax, ha ha, being literal, but THIS was the peak of the story. I am NOT suggesting you bail out on me now, though! We're not finished with the song..er...story...er...both!

...Oh, and you get no preview. It's not written yet. Sorry!

Anyway, I got the idea of Giovanni shooting himself from reading The Woods by Harlan Coben. It's a tremendous story, I read it over the summer. I prefer romance and drama, but this is more of a mystery/crime solving book that is just so good I couldn't put it down.

And huzzah! This was my second sex scene and was about twice as long as my first! Which means I must be getting better! Yay for me getting good at writing smut!

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I'm going to hell, aren't I?

Also, you honestly don't know how PISSED I am at fanfiction . net. I'm writing this on the Edit/Preview Document thing, right? So I go to save and it logs me the fuck out. I lose quite a bit that I've written, and if you know me well, you know that if I lose something I've written, it is very hard for me to sit down and write it again because I get so pissed and storm off and every time I look at it it fucking reminds me and I get even more pissed off.

But no. I forced myself to finish it. And I check the "Keep Me Logged in for 3 Days" box so it wouldn't log me out again. And before I click "Save", I'm going to copy it just in case anything else goes wrong!

So now, it is...HOLY SHIT.

It's 4:19. I've got school in three and a half hours.

So since I'm most likely going to be sleep deprived, I'll hang it up for tonight. Hey, one of my goals is almost met! I wanted to finish this story and two other ones (one I've been working on for awhile and Geisha Dreams) before I graduated! And it's January! I've got...until the end of May and I'm almost done with 1 of 3!

Plus, I did make that Christmas one and posted it and got it finished, so if I get the other two it's like a friggin' bonus!

So here we go, you know what to do. Read and review, over and out! -Nibzo