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I'm pretty sure most of my readers have noticed this by now, but if you haven't, I'll point it out: compared to my previous two stories, this has been quite heavy in lemons. Seriously, I could open a lemon-based business with all the content from the lemons: lemonade, lemon drops, lemon bars, lemon cake, lemon candles, lemongrass….

OK, maybe not lemongrass but you get the picture.

I don't want anyone thinking I've let the sex take over the story because that was never my intention. But as far as this story goes, I have one more lemon for you all, and it is the biggest and most searing one yet (and probably my most perverse). And there IS something of a purpose or two for this as well. But this will be the last (and, compared to the others, most detailed) one in the story. I may allude to something in the final couple of chapters, but that will be as far as it goes after this one and you'll have to wait until next story for any more. I DO have a mystery to solve, you know!

Language and extreme sexual content warning. Trust me, this one will get wild:

Karen stayed at Frank's house after he had changed into drier clothes and gone back to the precinct. She had gotten a good laugh out of the fight that he had with Tristan, and it embarrassed him to no end.

Back at his desk, he started sifting through the files on the suicide of Dave Wikstrom.

The first thing that caught his eye was the photo of Wikstrom's face, unrecognizable from the blood and the gunshot wound between his eyes. The shape of the wound raised a question mark in Frank's mind. It was as if the gun had been rather awkwardly held at an angle at the top of the nose where it arched into the rest of the skull.

Or as if someone else had pulled the trigger.

It was an annoying habit that Frank had developed, especially after the events of the past summer, where he tried to logically work out different ways something could have happened. If it was ruled a suicide, therefore, he wanted to open a different option: murder.

On the other hand, there was also the suicide note, poorly scrawled as if by a shaking hand: SORRY.

Frank looked through Maude Wikstrom's file again and was surprised to notice that she had apparently left a note with the exact same simple word: SORRY.

It's probably just coincidence, he thought. Then again, I've never believed much in coincidences.

Mulling over the evidence and sifting through other things in the files, he didn't feel his phone vibrate at first. Then he suddenly realized it had happened. AFTER it had stopped.

Confused, he pulled the phone from his pocket.

TXT MSG FROM: Victoria

Huh? he thought, flustered.

Room 275, Columbia Suites, six tonight. SHOW UP.

"This makes no sense…."

Frank decided not to drag Karen into this. Instead, he drove himself. It was much harder than even he had expected, as he had to steer and signal with one arm, not to mention try to shift it from park to overdrive and back again. Which made for a lot of awkward reaching.

Eventually, though, he did arrive at the hotel. There, after he stopped the car, he hesitated.

Why, Victoria? he thought. Why would you do this when you KNOW your boyfriend is going to probably try to kill me? Why on earth would you do this, Victoria? Can't you see I've moved on?

Sighing deeply, he got out of the car, entered the hotel, and climbed the steps towards her room.

And, much to his dismay, Tristan was standing outside the door, head on the wall.

"Oh great-" Frank began.

"Look, Frank, I'm sorry-"

"You threw me in the goddamned water fountain, for Christ's sake!"

"I said I'm sorry-"

Just then, the door flew open, and Victoria, wearing only a see-through camisole and a thong, stood in the frame and grabbed both males by the shirt fronts. "Get in and shut up."

Frank and Tristan stumbled in as Victoria shut and locked the door, and when they turned, she was blocking it with her body. "Now listen, you two, I've had enough of all this fighting. It wouldn't be so bad normally, but Tristan, you ARE my boyfriend, and Frank, you will ALWAYS be a friend to me after all we've been through. But what the two of you need to understand is that neither of you is better than the other in any way, shape, or form. Not as lovers, not as investigators, nothing. This has gotten completely out of hand, and I wouldn't be surprised if it's hurting Frank's case because of it. Now I want you two to apologize to each other, NOW."

"Sorry," Frank mumbled, staring at the floor, embarrassed.

"Yeah," Tristan replied quietly. "Me too."

"Well, if that's settled to your hearts' content," Victoria continued, moving towards them, "I think I would be wise to prove my point."

As soon as she was in front of them, she dropped to her knees and began to undo Tristan's belt with one hand while opening the button on Frank's pants with the other.

"Uh, Victoria, this really isn't necessary-" Frank said quickly.

"Yeah, uh, I apologized! I meant it!" agreed Tristan.

Victoria only flashed a seductive smile towards the two before pulling Tristan's pants down, exposing his eight-inch penis to view. Frank caught a glimpse, then rolled his eyes. Beaten by at least an inch, inch-and-a-half, he thought.

"Look, Victoria, I think we get the point-"

"I don't think so," she replied as she tugged Frank's jeans down as well.

The human turned towards his Gallade counterpart. "On the count of three, we head for the door. One-"

"Two- OH GOD!"

Any idea of flight flew out of Tristan's mind as he was suddenly enclosed in Victoria's mouth. She started slowly, not taking all of him as her right hand began to massage the full length of Frank. The human knew then that any hope of leaving without cumming was dashed.

"Look, you really don't have to, aaaah, do this," he barely got out as she suddenly switched from sucking her boyfriend's cock to his own.

Victoria merely looked up and smiled around him as she continued to stroke Tristan while simultaneously taking Frank into her mouth as far as she could. He noticed that she was able to deepthroat him better than she could her boyfriend, but then again, some women (or female Gardevoir, for that matter) could handle eight inches and some couldn't. Apparently, she couldn't, or so it seemed.

After a while, she switched back to Tristan, her hand gliding so much easier on her ex-lover's saliva-coated cock as she continued to massage him. Frank found the whole scene to be something so completely out of the ordinary as to be perfectly normal. His legs felt like jelly as the shiny Gardevoir was now constantly going back and forth, first sucking on him, then switching rapidly to Tristan, then back to him, then back to Tristan, then back to him-

"If I have to stand much longer," Frank finally gasped, "I might just fall and re-break my shoulder-"

Victoria stood up. "Then follow me, boys," she purred as she slowly sashayed backwards towards the bed. Frank managed to pull off his shoes and discard his pants and boxers while Tristan stripped completely naked, making sure to keep his clothes away from his human counterpart's. Victoria, meanwhile, slipped out of her lingerie and lay on the bed, wiggling one finger in a "come hither" motion that Frank knew all too well.

Tristan climbed on the bed as well and began kissing her, his hands reaching for her breasts and gently squeezing them, causing her to sigh into his mouth. Frank, meanwhile, spread her legs apart with his good arm and his sling-restricted elbow before moving closer, her delicate slit awaiting him like a spring flower. He slowly began to tease her opening with his tongue, remembering the ecstasy of her taste, and it set off erotic shockwaves in Victoria, causing her to buck her hips in reaction. This had the effect of pushing herself closer to her ex-lover's face, allowing his tongue to dive deeper into her hot depths.

Moaning, she stopped kissing Tristan and pulled him forward until his cock was next to her mouth. She took him in again, her moans and squeaks of pleasure vibrating around him and causing his breathing to change. This was something that Victoria had never experienced, giving her boyfriend a blowjob she hoped he'd always remember while she was being eaten out from below. The mere thought of it served to further stoke her lust.

Frank was driving her towards the edge of orgasm, but as amazing as his tongue teasing her pussy felt, she wanted to hold back. She wanted it to build up until there was absolutely no way she could hang on any longer.

As she sucked Tristan's cock, keeping him stimulated while trying to keep him from going over the edge as well, she suddenly saw, out of the corner of her eye, her ex-lover get on the bed, position himself between her legs, and push in. A long moan escaped her vocal cords as Frank began to thrust, playing with her left breast as Tristan teased the other one. The thrusting began to slowly speed up inside her tight yet wet vagina, triggering sensation after sensation within her. It felt loveably twisted to her, getting fucked by her ex in her pussy while getting throatfucked by her boyfriend at the same time.

It wasn't really the best way to get the two men in her life to stop trying to kill each other, but who cared? She was enjoying every minute of it.

Frank made a waving motion to Tristan, and as the Gallade turned, the human started making spinning gestures with his hands. Understanding the meaning, Tristan pulled out of his girlfriend's mouth and pulled her on top of him as he lay back. He could have sworn he heard a noise as Frank pulled out of Victoria's now nearly dripping vagina, but maybe it was just the heat of the moment.

"My turn," he growled as he entered her, slowly, his eight inches just enough for her to handle as he slid to almost the very end of her.

She knew she had said that the two men were not different as lovers, but she had to admit to herself that while it was one thing for Frank to be inside her, it was another thing as far as Tristan was concerned. Yes, mostly it was because he was so much bigger, but part of it was because he was much more primal in lovemaking, while Frank had been a bit more- she hesitated to think of the word, partially because her mind was flying in too may directions at once- seductive.

The sizable length of Tristan was pushing her ever so closer to orgasm, but still she chose to hold back. Then she felt a human hand on her ass, spreading her cheeks together and apart before she suddenly felt a hard warmth slide between them. She turned and fixed a feral glare at Frank, who knew what she wanted. Steadying himself as best as he could, he began to slowly push into her asshole, setting off screams of pleasure from the Gardevoir. Tristan looked over her shoulder, and with a smirk on his face he gave Frank a "thumbs up" gesture.

Victoria had been fucked in the ass while being fingered before, she remembered Frank doing that, but never before had she experienced this. If there was any ability left for her to think clearly, it was gone. The piston-like thrusting inside her, coupled with Tristan's rubbing her already hypersensitive nipples with his thumbs, sent her flying dizzily towards her peak and so far off the edge it was ridiculous. Her vagina, stimulated to the point of no return and then some, tightened around Tristan and she came, her fluids leaking out between them and squirting all over the sheets.

Then Frank pulled out of her ass and went straight back to her pussy as Tristan sat up, propping himself against the wall as Victoria greedily went for his cock. She had barely enough time to come down from her peak before the human sent her right back up it, his finger working her clit as he moved inside her. It did not take her long to cum again, and Frank could feel her warmth getting that much hotter, and he knew he could take no more.

Sensing this, Victoria waited for him to pull out, her cum still dripping from them both. She got down on all fours, and neither male had to do anything else as they let go, coating her face with their sperm, letting it drip from her tiny, almost non-existent nose into her mouth before she licked the rest off their tips.

Satisfied, all three collapsed to their backs. Frank could feel no pain at that moment.

"Well," he finally said, "that happened."

"Yeah," Tristan agreed. "I, uh, wow."

"I have never felt so hot before in my life," Victoria remarked.

"Yeah, you were great. Wasn't she great, Frank?"

"You don't need to ask him, he already knows, remember?"

"Haha, yeah, I forgot."

"Not bad for a one-armed man, Frank. I would have thought you were left-handed if I didn't know any better."

"My god, this bed is going to be fun for the maids to clean up-"

LEFT-HANDED?!

Frank suddenly sat up, the abrupt thought in his head turning him pale with shock. "Oh my god."