You guys...those reviews...They were beautiful. I love all of you. *tears*

In fact, they were my encouragement for this chapter...this messy...delicious chapter.

Oh, by the way. As a reward for my taking-forever-to-update-because-i'm-super-busy-ness -

Here's where the 'M' Rating will start to kick in! ;D

As for the Pokemon to be...I would probably be something kick-ass like...Rayquaza or Arceus so I could just obliterate anything in my path :3

Now presenting chapter 4 of this hot mess of a story!

Chapter 4: Dad

I silently watched ruby eyes slip closed as the lovely face leaned close to mine. Petal soft lips caressed mine as a moist tongue prodded my own. My hands developed minds of their own as my rough callouses massaged slender hips. A wanton moan escaped my lips as thin fingers tugged at my silver locks.

Ruby eyes slowly opened again as our lips parted. Small hands found their way to my midriff and rubbed small circles there. Goosebumps began to rise on every square inch of my skin. Warm breath dusted across my neck as his sultry whisper met my ears.

"Steven…do you need assistance with your problem?" he emphasized his words with a brief nudge to my crotch. A pleading whine escaped my throat, a noise I thought incapable of making, as I nuzzled my face in that beautiful ivory hair. It smelled like peaches. Soft lips kissed my neck gently as I felt them curve into a mischievous grin. "I'll take that as a yes."

The lips parted against my skin as that soft hand trailed it's way lower…lower…even lower. They were so close I could barely stand it. I closed my eyes and groaned imploringly.

And then he bit my arm. Hard.

So hard that I couldn't hold back a scream. I snapped my eyes open to find my precious metal companion attached to my arm, rather than a ruby-eyed beauty. My cell phone was buzzing wildly on the table above me, and a well-constructed tent was pitched under my blanket. I quickly shoved aside my humiliation and grabbed for my phone with deft fingers. When I read the faint glow on the LCD screen I groaned. And not the kind of "I just stubbed my toe on a step" kind of groan. More like the "Oh my god I just fell down 6 flights of stairs with a broken spine, and proceeded to roll into a pile of Cacturn" kind of groan.

It was my father.

It's not that I have any particular dislike for my father…well yes I do; but that's not the point. He's a charming guy, with boatloads of energy- which was admirable to say the least- but he only called me when he had a "favor" to ask of me. Not only that, but my father's requests were not the easiest to fulfill; not by a long shot. Many times he would ask me to do the dirt jobs that he couldn't even pay his corporate lackeys to do. Such as find some extremely rare piece of metal that was wedged behind a waterfall at the top of the highest peak in all of Hoenn…yeah that seemed to fit the criteria.

Needless to say, dealing with my happy-go-lucky father's whimsical requests was the LAST thing I wanted to deal with in my current state.

Reluctantly holding the phone to my ear I piled my blankets in my lap, attempting to get that problem out of my mind. Out of sight out of mind, right?

"Good….morning dad." Fighting to keep my voice steady.

"Steven! My boy! How are you? Really that's great! How's about you take a trip for me today? I have a brand new invention I think this young, spunky trainer will find mighty useful! I was hoping you could deliver it for me to…er…Fortress…no…Treefrog- no that's not right either…" I tried to process the jumble of words for a moment and understood.

"Fortree?" that was most likely it. My father was about as good with geography as Magikarp is at fighting against Wattson's Pokémon.

"Yes! That's the name! Anyway, it wouldn't be too much of a bother for you to go drop off this Devon Scope at route 120, would it?"

Actually father, yes it WOULD be a bother. A huge bother, No. I do not want to run you're stupid errands for you. Get somebody else to do it for once.
"No problem at all dad." I was such a wimp.

"Really! Wonderful! I'll be expecting you in say…half an hour? I knew I could count on you! See you then, son!"

Dialtone.

I chewed at my lip for a moment, head still groggy, trying to understand the predicament I had just wriggled myself into. If only I had a spine when it came to handling my father.

My attention-whore of an Aron gladly called my attention to another more prominent issue by jumping into my lap, hoping for some award for allocating himself the role of my alarm clock. I gave him no such reward. Instead I uncomfortably shoved him aside and peeled the sticky sheets from my lap, making my way to the bathroom quite uncomfortably.

I don't know why the thought of the pubescent insipid youth made me react this way. I wasn't exactly your "normal" man. Or teenager. Or child for that matter. I spent almost my whole life in caves searching for precious gems, rocks, fossils and dazzling metals. It was a dream come true. All the while raising my team of Pokémon to the elite standards and accomplishing any task I put before myself. I was a prodigy child, playing several instruments; from the cello, to the piano and one futile attempt at the saxophone. I was the top in my class, excelling in every subject- even P.E. I was everything you could ask for in a son.

I didn't do drugs. I didn't drink. I didn't have sex, or 'fool around' or go to parties, or date. Hell. I was reaching a ground-breaking 23 years old and I still haven't even had my first kiss. So here I am, this abnormal excuse for a man- who has never even had a crush!- with this rush of attraction to who? Some bratty little teenager with an inflated ego, and an outrageous imagination.

This is what all of those years of seclusion gets me. Why didn't my parents stop me from allowing myself to become such a social abnormality? Shouldn't you be concerned about your child playing alone in caves with rocks all day?

Pfft. Naaah. "Here's your flashlight sweetie, make sure you don't get eaten by the angry Hariyama! And be home by dinner!" That's what all good parents did, right?

So many thoughts of confusion and blame trickled through my mind. It was all a hopeless attempt to get that face out of my mind. No matter what I tried, that youthful expression waltzed casually into my imagination- adding more irritation to my straining member. I sighed in exasperation and watched as bubbly trails of soap raced down my stomach and thighs, slowly making their way to the drain and beyond.

3 shampooings, 2 conditionings and countless body rinses later, I was in the same situation, length throbbing even harder, and feeling ever so lightheaded. I tried so hard to make the throb go away, but held on to one thread of decency as I struggled to make my problem fade away. I would not pleasure myself to the thought of that boy.

The water was cold now. Goosebumps rose as far as the eye could see, but my arousal was persistent. I was aching for some sort of release, my will slipping from me. I would not pleasure myself to him.

I pressed my cheek against the cold shower tile and whimpered. That face invaded my imagination again, I still had such a vivid memory of his expressions from the other night. The excitement and thrill in his eyes when he spoke of meeting the champion.

A soft scoff slipped past my lips. Breath heavy and shaking. I had to fight from my teeth shattering.

The way his eyes slipped closed when he dreamt up capricious expectations for his "dreamy champion"

A groan. I would not…

I could practically feel those warm, tiny fingers pressing into my biceps once again.

A squeeze. Breathing becoming erratic.

Those lithe arms around my body. Pale lips pressed into the crook of my neck, whispering, wanting.

It was almost as if the soft grunts escaping my throat were coming from someone else. My hand warming with friction as it jerked unsteadily.

I could hear his heavy pants as he loomed over me, Ruby eyes burning holes right through my corneas.

Faster.

I could taste his name on my lips as tension shook my frame. Moaning in a way I hadn't known capable as my body jolted at its need. I could see the shudders shaking that lithe frame as I whimpered, coming to full release in my hand.

His hand.

Struggling to catch my breath, I pressed my forehead against the tile. I let the cold water soak me further until I couldn't tolerate it any longer. Waving around weakly for a soft bath towel, I blotted myself dry and wrapped it around my waist. Shivering.

I had no control over my carnal needs. I had never given into my lust before.

I had finally sunken to the depths of an entirely new low.

YAY! Thank goodness that's over! I'll try to update sometime this year...or something :D

And thank you so much for patiently (Or not?) waiting for this chapter. I hope it met your expectations...if not, i'm sorry ;A;

so how's everyone enjoying pokemon black/white? I'm loving it...slowly loving it...not getting far at all...more distractions from writing...

Favorite Pokemon City anyone?

Mine's Opelucid (for black version) It's so neony and glowy 3