Author's note: I only own the original characters.
Language and very strong sexual content warning, along with an unusual cameo warning or two. Not like that's necessarily a bad thing:
Frank looked at the note in his hand and sighed. He had to go to the shrink tomorrow, along with having to do some more questioning. Plus, he wanted to take some time and hit the workout center. He hadn't done that in a while.
Thankfully, work was done for the day, and he was happy to leave.
He took one step towards the parking lot and heard a crunching sound in the snow behind him. He whirled around but saw nothing, so he began to walk to his car when he heard the sound again. Again he looked, but there was nothing.
He opened his car door and this time there was no mistaking the sound of footsteps behind him.
Fuck, he thought. My backup piece is in the glovebox-
"And it can stay there, as well," rang an unnaturally deep voice behind him.
Frank spun, and then in shock he looked up.
There was no mistaking the giant Pokemon in front of him. Mewtwo towered over him by several inches, his cloak blowing in the cold winter wind. His eyes were as cold as the air itself, seeming in fact o make things colder than they naturally were.
"I do not wish for trouble, detective," he continued. "I merely felt I should compliment you on your restraint."
"Huh?"
"Towards Tristan O'Meara, that is. I know it must be hard for you to have to work with the lover of your ex-lover-"
"And this is your business how, might I ask?"
"I wish you luck in finding your father's killer, Mr. Caldwell," was all the mutant would say before he turned and walked away.
Frank watched him go, then got in his car.
"Hey there," came a familiar voice from the backseat.
"AARGH!" Frank screamed, nearly hitting the windshield as he jumped. He spun around and glared at Karen, who was laughing. "What the hell?!"
"Oh, relax, Frank," she told him, playfully swatting at him but he dodged.
"RELAX?! You scared the living fucking hell out of me, woman!"
"Admit it, you liked it."
"I didn't."
"Come on, Frank-"
"That was not funny."
She pushed her lower lip out in a somewhat comic pout.
"That's not going to work."
She pushed her lip out further.
"Still not going to work." Frank started the car and turned on the headlights.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
Frank hadn't thought of that, and for a moment, he was at a loss for words. After hastened thought, he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road.
"Well?" she persisted.
"Drinks," he told her. "There's a bar I go to some nights. After what you did, I need a few shots."
"Frank!" yelled Larry over the noise as the couple walked in. "Who's the lady friend you got there?"
"Can't say," the detective replied. "Security reasons."
"Ah, I see," responded the bartender, a glint in his eye. "THAT sort of thing."
Frank gave him a cold stare.
"OK, NOT that sort of thing, then."
"Much better."
Karen turned to Frank as she sat on the bar stool. "What is he talking about?"
Her impromptu date gave an obscure gesture.
"Oh my god. He thinks I'm a prostitute, doesn't he?"
"Not anymore, he doesn't."
"OK, OK," Larry grunted, "so I made a mistake. Not the first time. Scotch, Frank?"
"Yeah, might as well."
"And what can I do for the lady over here?" he asked Karen.
"I'm a woman of disturbing tastes. Straight tequila."
"Disturbing? Nah. Brave? Maybe. Straight tequila coming up."
He walked off, and about the same time he did, Angela Wikstrom entered. She spotted Frank and walked over to him. "Detective Caldwell, I should have guessed I'd find you here. Have you re-opened the case yet?"
"Just started last night after I left," he told her.
"Nothing new so far?"
"Well, the Pokebureau has offered their assistance, so I'm holding out hope, but no, nothing this early."
"OK, then. Well, keep me informed."
She walked towards the end of the bar, but Frank got off his stool. "Actually, before I forget, I have a quick question. Do you remember what Jeremy was wearing when you last saw him?"
She stopped and turned around. "Actually, yes I do, clear as day. He was wearing a blue onesie. That's something I don't think I'll ever forget. Why do you ask?"
"I had thought of something, but it might be that important, we'll have to see."
"Oh, OK. Well, enjoy your evening."
She went to the end of the bar, ordered her usual drink, downed it, paid, and left. Frank watched her go, then sat back down. Karen had already downed her shot of tequila and was waiting on another. "What was that all about?" she asked him.
"Just those cases I re-opened. That's the mother of one of the cases."
"Oh."
Frank signaled for Larry to come over to him. "Got a pen or something?"
"Why?" the bartender asked. "Taking notes on napkins again?"
"This one is kinda important."
Larry sighed. "Fine." He reached under the bar and grabbed a pen, setting it next to the untouched whiskey. "Just don't walk off with it, and don't contribute too much to global deforestation."
"Yeah, well I only need one napkin, thanks," he replied as he scrawled JEREMY WIKSTROM BLUE ONESIE on the napkin before putting it in his pocket. He then picked up his glass and drained it in two gulps. "Another shot, Larry."
A few minutes later, Frank realized he was going to be in deep shit if he tried to drive, but he wasn't sure if he cared or not. He and Karen were trying to control their drinking, but what they did consume left them laughing a bit too loud and too much. She spent a lot of time flicking her tongue along his jaw line while he rubbed her shoulders. Larry just looked at them, shaking his head. Another day, he thought, another couple too happy.
Finally, a woman sitting a couple of seats from the two let out a sigh as she crushed her cigarette in the ashtray. She was wearing a black tank top and tight jean shorts that came all the way up her thighs. Only a long gray trench coat served as a concession to the cold outside, her dark hair spilling over it in a ponytail. The woman got up, set her money on the counter, and placed a hand on her hip, staring at the drunken couple in front of her. Frank turned and saw her, catching a glimpse of two pistols in shoulder holsters strapped to her sides. From the look on her face, however, he could tell that she wasn't interested in harming either him or Karen.
"I'm in the wrong fucking time period," was all she would say as she walked past them and out the door.
"Who was that?" the Dark-type Elite Four member asked.
"No clue," Frank replied. "Your place or mine?"
It had been a long time since he'd been in a hotel for any reason, so Frank had forgotten what it felt like to be in a bed other than his own. But as he sat on the one in Karen's room, coat and shirt on the floor next to his shoes and socks, he had to admit that his date had good taste.
"So was there any significance to what you wrote on that napkin earlier?" she asked him from the bathroom. She held her liquor well, but she was in there to put on something else, or at least that's what she told Frank.
"There is, but it's an open investigation."
"Can't say, huh?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
She walked out of the bathroom wearing a long, oriental-print kimono and stood in front of Frank.
"At least those drinks took your mind off the case for a while," she said in a low, seductive tone. "But I think I know what can make that last longer."
She opened her kimono and let it slide from her shoulders and down to the floor, leaving her naked and waiting.
She took a step towards him and he pulled her closer to him, lowering his head to nuzzle her tender slit. Using his tongue, he caressed her opening as she held him, drawing him closer to her as she began to moan. His hands massaged her soft ass, keeping her with him as his tongue flicked inside of her.
They separated momentarily, and she knelt down and pulled his black A-shirt off before opening up his pants and pulling them and his boxers away. Lowering her head, she enclosed his penis in her mouth and started moving along, causing Frank to emit a deep sigh. The slurping and sucking sounds, combined with her breathing, were the only sounds in the softly lit room until he leaned forward as far as he could and reached for her breasts, playing with her nipples and making her moan around him.
After a while, she let him go and he pulled her onto the bed, rolling her on her back and spreading her legs apart. Holding his cock in one hand, he began to tease the soft folds with his tip, setting off more moans from her. "Frank," Karen got out, "don't torment me like this, just put it in me…."
Frank chuckled and shook his head. "No, I don't think so," he told her. "You should have thought of that before you scared me earlier."
His eye caught the open bag near the bed and he shuffled through it, finding a long purple vibrator. He held it up to show her, a wide grin on his face. "I knew you'd have one of these."
He turned it on and began to rub it along her vulva, causing her to cry out and arch her back with every motion. Then he positioned it in the slit and pushed it in, and the reaction as he thrust around with it was what he wanted: her body twisting around on the bed, her only sounds the whimpers of an orgasm unrealized.
"Frank…" she begged, "please…."
Deciding he'd done enough to her, he pulled the vibrator out and turned it off, setting it on top of her bag before he finally pushed himself into her, making her cum before he was even halfway in. He started thrusting, and it was not long before she was groaning again, every sound indicating a renewed rush towards her peak. Before she could, he turned her onto all fours and entered her again, making her grab the sheets in what seemed like a futile attempt to keep herself from going over the edge.
"Oh, Frank, please fuck me harder!" she screamed, and he responded in kind, causing her to fall on her face on the pillows. The angle of her body made the sex even more pleasurable for both of them and brought their respective orgasms even closer to happening.
Moments later but what seemed like forever to him, her slick vagina clenched around him as she came again, her moans subsiding as he pulled her up and lay on his own back. She began to suck at him again, rubbing his cock between her breasts as she did so, until she sensed him tensing up. Leaving her mouth open in an erotic smile, she soon felt him spurt on her face and her breasts, getting some of it in her mouth as he coated her with his cum.
She leaned back and licked his fluids from her skin as he propped himself on his elbows.
"I think we topped last night," he panted.
"I KNOW we did, Frank," she said as she fell on him, and the two shared many passionate kisses as the night drifted on, the promise of frenzied sexuality lingering in the air.
You lucky bastard, said a voice in his head.
Not now, damn it!