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Chapter 10: I Gotta Get Out of Here!

One hour and twenty thee minutes.

My life was nothing but cold rain and desolation for almost an hour and a half before we finally went back to Wallace's home. I felt desperate, scared and ready to collapse. He just held my hand tightly as we speechlessly made our way through the flooded walkways.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to throw myself to the ground and sob dreadfully. I couldn't even bring myself to think straight, I was choking on an object lodged in my throat that was impossible to remove. Worst of all was the pain in my chest. My heart was burning and throbbing in such a way that I thought it was about to explode.

When we entered the house we both stood in the doorway quietly, creating puddles on his clean floor. Wallace was still squeezing my hand tightly. Before closing the door he stared longingly at the cave entrance, waiting, hoping. I mechanically slipped out of my shoes and coat; it was somewhat difficult with how badly I was shaking. The room began to spin slowly. I grabbed Wallace's wrist in an attempt to gain my balance and reached out for the wall as my world faded.

I opened my eyes soon after to find myself on the floor with my head in Wallace's lap. He was rubbing my face gently and watching me closely. I just closed my eyes again and tried to calm my breathing.

It wasn't as if I wanted to leave the boy in the cave. After half an hour I even tried to go in after him. The blasted cave would not permit me to enter; it was as if some force field kept it locked tightly. I wanted to run into the cave and carry Brendan out. Safe, warm, beautiful Brendan. I had no way of knowing if he was even… I couldn't even think it.

Wallace huddled over and cradled my head, he was shaking slightly.

"He's ok Steven, he's ok. Nothing could have happened. He's ok." He was on the verge of tears and swallowing down sobs. "I didn't want to send him in! This is my fault!" He wailed. I sat up and hugged him shakily. I probably would have said something if my mouth could have formed words. I closed my eyes and began to pretend that the warm body in my arms was Brendan, that he wasn't facing some unknown danger and he was here; in my embrace and out of harm's way. When I opened my eyes again I was left with reality. I pulled away from Wallace when I heard a ringing from my cellphone in the other room. Wallace glanced up at me and motioned for me to go get it.

I had small flare of hope that it was Brendan calling me as I dug for my phone. I was shaky with anticipation as I flipped open the lid to receive the call; disappointed to find that it was merely my father.

"Hello."

"Steven! I've been trying to get ahold of you for an hour! Where have you been? I need you to come to Rustburo quickly!" I frowned at the prospect. I certainly didn't want to go deal with my father at the moment, but as I thought about it I realized that it may do me some good. Maybe getting away from this was exactly what I needed. I could go deal with whatever insipid problem he had to deal with and escape from the stressful problem here. As my father continued to babble and I thought over the plan, my Aron wobbled into the room and began to nuzzle my leg.

"Ok dad, whatever it is I'll be there soon. Goodbye." I flipped my phone closed and rubbed my Aron's head. Wallace appeared in the doorway, combing back his wet hair.

"Who was it?" his voice was tired. I glanced back at him, I felt guilty leaving him. He was distraught over the situation as well. Would it be right of me to leave at a time like this?

"It was my father. He needs me…" Wallace gave me a small smile and walked over to stroke my hair.

"Go to him. He's your family." I stood up and withdrew my Aron and wrapping my friend in a hug.

"Thanks, it's probably for the best." I didn't care what my dad wanted, but somewhere deep inside me I yearned to be with him in this time of distress.

Before I left he kissed my forehead lightly in his motherly way and smiled.

"Don't worry honey. I'll keep a super close look out for him. Everything will be just fine." I gave a strained smile and began my rainy trek to Rustburo to be with my dad.

I felt slightly out of place walking into the pristine Devon Cooperation looking like I had just taken a swim- in my clothing. It was almost as soon as I walked to the stairs that my father raced down them and greeted me.

"Son, what took you so long? The weather must be awful you're drenched. Come on up to my office and dry off a bit. We need to chat." He peeled off up the staircase again as I slogged behind him. As much as I didn't want to be in Sootopolis, this suddenly didn't feel like much of an upgrade. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something." I gave no more than a grunt. "As it seems your job is moving along rather slowly these days…" Slowly? I mean there weren't trainers lined up at the front door, but I'd call it stable.

"I guess you could say that." We marched through the offices of many employers as he continued his banter.

"Well son, I have a proposition for you that I really hope you'll consider." My brow furrowed and I slicked my bangs back out of my face.

"Keep talking." Those are two words I didn't expect to ever say to my father.

He opened the door to his spacious office and closed it behind us. I flinched when he put a meaty hand on my shoulder and stared me firmly in the eye.

"I'm not getting any younger, Steven. Retirement is in my near future. I was really hoping that I could rely on you to take up the company once that time comes." I felt my jaw hit the floor. "Mind you that my business is the largest one in the entire region. People would be lost without it."

I always knew that my dad would have to pass on the business one day, but I didn't really think that he'd give it to me. He only gave me the dirtiest, most painstaking jobs he could find. I expected him to give it to one of his cooperate lackeys.

"Uh…I mean, wow. I didn't think…" He had a stern but hopeful look on his face. I just smiled meekly and shrugged a shoulder. "I'll have to really think about it." He gave a bellowing chuckle and crushed me in a hug.

"At's my boy! I knew I could count on you!" The family business now relied solely on me; talk about pressure.

"No promises. I really have to think this over." He chuckled again and patted my shoulder.

"Right, right- Oh! What's this?" he leaned in closer to examine my neck.

"What's what?" I slapped a hand to my neck and felt around blindly.

"Is this a hickey? Since when did you have a girlfriend?" My stomach dropped to the floor like lead. I was mortified. Brendan had left a hickey on my neck? How did I not notice? Why didn't Wallace say anything about it?

"N-No! It's n- I don't have a…"

"What's her name, son? When do I get to meet her? What 'bout grandchildren, are they in the picture?" Oh goodness grandchildren were far out of this picture.

"I don't have a girlfriend, dad! It-it's not what you think!" I covered my neck with a hand, blushing furiously. Of all the shitty times for this to happen…

"If it's not a girlfriend…what is it? Some wild affair with a random woman?"

"No way! Absolutely not!" My face was ablaze.

"Steven! You didn't buy a…"

"Dad would you stop! I would never do something like that!" He folded his arms, seeming less amused at this point.

"If none of those are the case, then explain yourself." I wasn't ready to tell him. I wasn't even ready to accept it myself yet. There's no way I can hide it though, I don't want things to end badly by lying.

"if…if I tell you, will you still accept me as your son?" He looked baffled.

"You'll always be my son, Steven. What's the matter?" I lowered my hand from my neck and shoved my hands into my jean pockets.

"It…wasn't a woman." I couldn't look at him. keeping my eyes on my shoes, and tried to stand tall.

"…A man?" I took a deep breath and nodded once. Because my eyes were glued to the ground, I didn't see his reaction but I heard a loud sigh.

"You're telling me that…you're gay?" I shrunk down at the words. He obviously wasn't happy, to say the least.

"I…I think so." Another loud sigh as he began to pace, I held my tongue.

"How did this happen?"

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"I mean I knew you were never interested in girls…but boys?"

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"Where do I even begin? How do I respond?"

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"I guess this means no grandchildren. Why didn't you tell me?"

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"where did I go wrong?"

My heart was throbbing along with the clumps of his feet. I felt sick and wretched. Now my own father didn't accept me and the person who started this may not even be alive. I wanted to curl up and die, to just disappear for good.

"Look, I need to go." I swallowed a lump in my throat and darted for the door. I ran out of the building as fast as I could, not caring what anyone said or thought.

I just needed to get away. To get away from my dad, to get away from anything Brendan, to get away from work…

That would solve everything. I just needed to go away.

I can't explain how awesome it felt to step out into the warm sunny air again. It was just so cool. After being stuck in that hell hole of a cave for the past week, this sudden environment change was greatly appreciated.

I set down my belongings and took a deep breath of clean air while stretching my arms to the sun. I was so excited, I could have burst into a dance- but I didn't of course. It was great to have the warm air in my lungs once again rather than the damp, cold, musty air of the cave. I knew I had the stupidest grin on my face as I admired the beauty of the sky and sun around me as if I had forgotten what the sun even looked like. After I was acclimated to fresh air and sun again, I pulled on my bag and stared determinedly at the grandiose building before me. My skin broke out in goose bumps as I anticipated what waited ahead of me in that giant building.

After years of training and months of traveling I would finally fight to win over my prize- my beloved Pokémon Champion.

With my fairly new Kyogre on my team there would be no stopping us from reaching that marvelous man. As my hopes were raised, my feet took off towards the giant Pokémon League.

After bursting through the doors I just gawked at the giant Pokémon center and mart that I was standing in. The back of the large room was adorned with a great opening that was being blocked by two guards. I just grinned and brought my Pokémon up to the receptionist at the PC counter. As the receptionist smiled politely and healed my team she shot me a sorry look and bowed.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience sir, but the Champion is not in today. I'm afraid you'll have to postpone your league challenge." I felt my stomach churn.
"Postpone it? I'm not going to be young forever! I need to get to him soon so that…so that…" I blushed at my outburst and nodded slightly. "Do you have any spare rooms that I can stay in while I wait for him to show up?" she returned my Pokémon to me and bowed.

"Of course sir, would you like to settle into a room now?" All of a sudden, I was acutely aware of how sore my feet were from the hike through Victory Road.

"That would be great, thanks."

"Right this way, sir." The receptionist began to lead me through a series of hallways until we reached a row of doors that were evenly spaced and numbered. She opened the door to a room 200 and smiled.

"There should be everything you need in her. We like to have lights off by 11 pm if that's alright." I stepped into the clean room and grinned at the woman.

"That's fine. By the way…do you have any idea how long the challenges will be postponed?" She looked troubled and fingered at the hem of her skirt.

"From what I understand no one has been able to contact Mr. Stone for quite some time. I can't say."

"You mean Steven? What about him?" I placed my belongings on the neatly made full bed.

"Steven Stone has gone missing, without him there would be no point in challenging the Elite." I thought about what I was hearing for a moment. Was Steven Elite? That couldn't be true! I knew the Elite Four like the back of my hand! Sidney the dark trainer, Phoebe the ghost trainer, Glacia the ice trainer, and Drake the dragon master. That was four…right?

"What does Steven have to do with the Elite Four? Is he a new member?" The woman giggled slightly and shook her head.

"No, sir. Mr. Stone is the Pokémon Champion, everyone knows that!" What did she just say?

"Are…are we talking about the same Steven Stone? Silver hair, blue eyes, has a weird table thing in his living room?"

"There is only one that I know of sir." I felt my blood run cold. What the hell? "But as I said, he has gone missing. Do you know anything of his whereabouts?" my tongue was numb, I couldn't form words. We couldn't be talking about the same Steven.

I could only shake my head in response. "Well sir, if you need anything at all- please do not hesitate to come find me or anyone else to assist you." She bowed and turned to leave. I managed to squeak out a quiet 'thanks' as she left.

Once the door was locked and secured in place I threw myself against the bed, allowing my mind to go Aipom wild. My heart was pounding in my ears as I chewed over the thought again and again. Steven Stone is the Champion. Steven Stone is…the Champion! I grunted and buried my face in a pillow to smother my excitement. I couldn't believe it, the man that I've been crooning over for the past 4 years has been right in front of me for so long and I had no idea!

How could he not have said anything? Did he really not want me to know? If he knew I wanted him so badly…as Steven and as the Champion…why didn't he tell me?

I quickly repressed those thoughts with my memories of him; memories of his hands exploring my skin and tongue eagerly invading my mouth. I made it to second base with the Champion! My heart was pounding heavily again, pulsing blood all over my body and making me feel hot.

I tried to remember the way his calloused fingers felt caressing my face, how they felt exploring my bare neck and tugging at my hair. Hurriedly I jerked off my hat and shirt and ran my gloved hands along my stomach, teasing at my hipbones. I closed my eyes tightly and tugged at the waist of my pants, fumbling with the belt. I panted as I recalled the taste of Steven's hot tongue in my mouth, our lips locked in a heated, Sitrus-berry-flavored dance. Shoving my pants to my knees and yanking of my gloves I began to rub my swelling length furiously while imagining the force that Steven, the Champion, could easily overpower me with. In seconds I felt close to losing it so I scrambled to my bag to find a small bottle of Pecha Berry scented hand lotion.

With a small dollop of pink goo on my hand, I rocked back on the bed and applied the lotion to my tense hole. A small gasp escaped my lips as the cold liquid met my heated skin. My teeth clenched as I furthered the preparation, coating my index finger and gently guiding it into my ass. When I wiggled the finger inside I started yearning for something thicker, so I coaxed another coated finger in with the other one. I could feel my hand as it trailed its way down my throbbing member to rub its thumb along the seam of my testes and slide to the head of my erection. A whimper escaped my throat as I imagined Steven's thick, rough fingers inside me rather than my own small ones. I squeezed roughly at my cock, pumping it in rhythm of my now-thrusting fingers. I jammed a third finger into my hole, barely containing my voice as a nail brushed my special bundle of nerves inside.

Gripping my member tightly, I panted and dug eagerly to find that glorious spot again. My entire body spasmed and arched as I prodded my prostate with all three fingers. I was floating on cloud nine, picturing all of the naughty things that Steven was going to do to me.

His hands were squeezing my ass as he rammed his thick cock inside my little body. I was filled with him to the hilt as his hips rocked hard against me. I was sprawled and moaning beneath him while that hot tongue trailed along my skin. I tried to gain more friction and began grinding my throbbing member against his pelvis, digging my nails into his back. I was whimpering against his ear, his body now thrusting into mine at a crushing rate. I cried out in pure bliss slamming myself down to meet each of his wonderful thrusts.

I was riding the fingers buried deep inside me, pumping my erection feverishly. Almost every thrust onto the fingers met those sweet nerves inside me; causing me to see stars and whimper each time. I clenched my eyes and pictured Steven's hot cock stuffing me instead, pounding deep inside me and jabbing my prostate as I freely cried out and moaned into his neck, his teeth clamped into my skin as his warm, sticky seed filled me.

I rammed the nerves one last time as I met my blissful release, milking myself onto my stomach with a muffled, wanton mewl. With reluctance I withdrew my fingers and sprawled out on the bed. My blood was roaring in my ears as I gasped for air. I still couldn't believe that my Steven was the Champion.

My handsome, talented, kind, quirky, sexy Steven- who was probably hung. I shuddered at the latter. Not only was my Steven so wonderful…but he was the Champion!

He was my Champion and he would ravish me like he did in my wildest dreams-

That is when I find him.

So...Steven's kind of a wreck at the end of this...and Brendan's kind of a slut. Pretty much c:

I mean what goes better with your clearance chocolate than Brendan smut? (Nothing.)

I'd like to make the next chapter a meaty one, so leave me some lovely reviews to keep encouraging me to work on it.
If all goes as planned I should have another chapter up by early next month!

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