A/N: I sincerely apologize for the lateness of this chapter. College has had me more busy than I anticipated, and my emotional state has been compromised. Both make it difficult to knuckle down and write~ At any rate, here we are. The final installment. I must say, I could keep writing for these two forever. But, all things must come to an end, and this leg of their story, at least, ends here. I would like to revisit them again, at some point, with a new adventure, and detail another segment of their lives together. I do not know when that will be, however, but I'll be sure to put it here (:

Warnings: Same as before, but also...finally...a lemon. D:

I know not whether I dreamt that night—the night my Volkner and I slept in each other's arms for the first time. The only details of which I am wholly cognizant are that I awoke at early morning with my head resting upon his chest and our limbs intertwined, as careless and glorious sunlight lay in slices across us, gathered in the placid pools of my sleepful eyes. Oh, and of course, his morning erection pressing against my stomach. The initial reaction was of a deep blush and a twinge of embarrassment; but, as I felt my consciousness stir into full activity with every moment, I knew that these were the wrong responses. After all, weren't we lovers? And, isn't the human body in resplendent nudity one of the most natural and beautiful sights man can behold? Thus, within me, a sense of exultant pride took firm root and soared upward to the highest levels of my soul.

I smiled, and nuzzled into that softly steeled chest I had come to treasure so. His hand moved from its secured space at the small of my back and lightly trailed along my spine, evincing from me an extended sigh and pleasant shiver, and instead tussled my hair with tender affection. Vocal chords still coated in sleep rumbled into a chuckle,

"G'mornin' Lucas..."

"Morning, Volkner."

I could feel strong hands hook around my waist and pull me closer, and his lips met mine in loving worship. I found my eyes fluttering shut, my body bending in exquisite sublimation. Finally...we were close again, as close as I had achingly desired in all the time that had passed since the last time we kissed. Along the lines of this tender flesh I found certainty, a confirmation of all that which I held dear. Though it was brief, the kiss replenished me, shattered any doubts that might have lingered from the previous evening. His mouth shifted to my earlobe, where he nipped gently, and whispered,

"I think we need a shower.."

I whimpered with satisfaction and nodded a touch too eagerly, as I could sense the upturning of a smirk on his face.

We untangled ourselves from each other and the sheets, and I took his hand in mine and led him to the bathroom. I turned back to smile at him, and his face was already glowing from one of his own. He chortled,

"You're too cute sometimes, you know that?"

"I've heard so from time to time~" I rejoined playfully.

He grumbled in that characteristic manner of his that is so pouty and adorable, "Oh yeah? From whom?"

"Just Riley. Well, and my mother on occasion when I was younger, but I don't count that." We stepped into the shower and he shut the partition door, the glass paneling giving a soft rattle while I turned on the water. With pleasing speed just the right side of scalding, it cascaded down our bodies, and I permitted myself to get lost momentarily in the overwhelming beauty that was Volkner's form. The manner in which the water gathered in the crevices between his toned muscles and droplets poised upon his milky skin, both amplifying and paying homage to its flawless aspect; the way his hair fell about his face as it dampened so handsomely, darkened by the wetness which brought the color to a delicious ochre, and made his cheekbones irresistible; the essence of his posture—with his shoulders eased back, his hips thrust forward slightly, his hands resting at his sides yet simultaneously brimming with the threat of action, his head cocked lightly—suggested purely: man. Once again I was in awe of him. Thus, while I had the faint awareness of his lips moving, I couldn't hear a sound until myrespite in elysium ended.

"...ley really said that?"

I shook my head a little, coming back to reality, "H-Huh?"

He raised an eyebrow before smirking, "Wow, I don't think my good looks have ever actually left someone speechless before.." he said while pinching my cheek with one hand and grabbing the shampoo bottle with the other.

"Stooop~" I wined with dramatic effect, blushing some from his calling out of my girlish gawking at his attractive—nay, hot—ness.

He chuckled once more in that throaty, resonant way which heightened his masculinity, sent shivers down my spine and made my hairs raise, "What I asked was that did Riley really say that." Volkner squeezed some shampoo into his hand, and the tropical scent of Tropius fruit filled the room, riding on the humid air as he turned me around and started scrubbing it into my scalp with an incredibly erotic massaging motion of his fingertips. I could feel myself hardening some at such treatment...just think where else his touch could, and would, trail... Shifting from my dirty thoughts, I leaned back and sighed,

"Yeah, it must seem out of character for him, since he's so serious and all..."

I could detect the most minute trace of a frown in the tone of his voice, "That's not what I meant..."

Inwardly, I smiled. Could he really be jealous? I didn't think him the type. It's sweet. "Silly, he meant it in a brotherly way! Not in a 'I want to lay you down and have my way with you' kind of way!"

He laughed aloud and ruffled my hair as he continued to wash it. "Where did you ever hear such a phrase?"

"Sometimes I'd catch snippets of the soap operas my mother fancied." I replied with a shrug, leaning my head back to smirk at him.

After he stuck his tongue out, he moved my head forward again toward the stream of water, and I instinctively closed me eyes as he removed the suds. "I thought as much...but...I dunno. I guess I'm just being a lil irrational and possessive. I apologize."

Once soapy water had for the most part stopped trailing down my face I answered through a smile, "There is no need. It is understandable—and romantic even—for you to feel that way, in my opinion."

He took my shoulders in his hands and had me face him, and I opened my eyes. I loved it when he did that...his large hands that would dwarf my slight blades... It made me feel not small, interestingly enough. But large, swollen with the pride of being so utterly his, at the mercy of his will in this pose. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," I said firmly, with a nod.

Volkner leaned down and kissed my nose, and poked it. "Good." He then handed me the bar of soap with a bemused grin, "Your turn, kid."

I stifled a tremble. Not so much from embarrassment, rather, from the knowledge that I would be finally touching Volkner's bare flesh—in an entirely deliberate and not very innocent aspect, that is. There was, too, a deeper meaning in that buckling. The spirit behind it was akin to how I felt at the entrance to Cynthia's chamber. It was the tremble of reverence, and the realization of worthiness. As I lathered his chest, my fingers twinged with reveling. This...this was his body, the body of the man I admired and respected and loved more than any other being in the world, because of his mind. They weren't concepts capable of being divorced; they were inextricably bound. And what's more, both we mine. I moved my hands to his powerful shoulders and clavicle, his arms that rippled with restrained strength and prominent veins, his firm abdomen, his immovable back—all sheathed with skin so smooth and unblemished it turned me on more just to touch. My movements which had begun as quick and concerned primarily with the task before them, slowed, and took on a more worshipping and ardent quality. I became acutely aware of this when I heard Volkner begin to sigh and moan, especially as I washed his back, for I was still in front of him, and our bodies pressed more tightly together as I used my nails to rake across his quivering flesh.

He bit his lip and spoke a quiet command, laced with sensuality, "Make sure you wash everywhere, Lucas..."

I blushed, yet licked and nipped his chest which I had already rinsed, "Everywhere~?"

"Mnn..everywhere, babe.."

I lathered more, and started to caress his thighs, working both his taut quads and sensitive inner regions. His breath hitched as I strayed higher and commenced massaging the soap into his well-hung balls. One arm of his braced against the wall for support as the other remained hooked about my waist, keeping me close. His semi-hard member received my attention next. I pumped it with feigned innocence and looked up at him in a similar manner, mentally ginning when I saw his head reclined back with pleasure, and his eyes half-lidded and gleaming with lust. He cupped my chin, and ran his index finger along my lower lip, before prodding both, and I took it into my mouth, sucking on it softly. He moaned louder, and I allowed the water to wash away the suds. I roamed my hands toward his buttocks, and he swiftly clamped my hands tighter with his own against the supple muscle, and he groaned deeply. I squeaked in surprise and he just smirked. I kneaded some, allowing myself to explore him with an even greater erotic intent, trying to overcome my inexperience.

"Sit down, so I can wash your hair."

He nodded, complying and seating himself against the black granite tile wall, and I sat in his lap, hooking my legs about him. Our erections brushed against each other with an easy rhythmicality as I attended to his hair, and he to my virginal skin. His fingers found my nipples, and started to tweak them, which cause me to lean back with a breathy moan and my hands to pause and tangle in his hair.

"A-Ahhh..!"

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" His voice low, soft, penetratingly observant.

"Y-Yes.."

The rest was rushed, as he quickly rinsed us both, and shut off the shower. He dried me off first, giving me a quick kiss before drying himself with the still reasonably absorbent towel.

"See, wasn't that fun, Lucas?"

"Very much so. Are we going to do anything else fun?" I inquired, with a deliberate wide-eyed lilt.

I could see his face darken with that danger I had come to crave and desire. My heartbeat quickened, because I knew what that expression meant. He swiftly took me in his arms bridal style, and strode with fitting alacrity back to the bed and tossed me upon it. Due to my light weight, I bounced some with impact, giving a small whimper of surprise at his lack of grace. I enjoyed it, though, don't get me wrong. I didn't want this to gentle, or bromidic. I wanted to be taken, not 'made love to.' I knew love drove him; that was implicit. These actions wouldn't have be brought about without it. But I wanted passion, not tremulousness; I wanted to be broken, not to be carefully attended; I wanted true, unapologetic dominance, not tenderness. He could leave me bruised, breathless, a mess. I didn't care. I just wanted to be claimed ruthlessly and completely as his. The act of sexual intercourse is the highest possible reverence one man may bestow upon another, as it is the full declaration in body of the love thought in mind.

It was necessary, then, that the violence of the execution be proportionate to the amount of his love. I didn't feel unclean with these thoughts and unformed demands. At the time, I didn't even identify them consciously. But they were there, and it was natural. As natural and logical as the sun setting in the west. He himself then crawled on the bed, in a languid motion of due luxury. We had waited long for this moment. Earned it wholly. Once again he was savoring the unspoken, the great meaning written in it. He lorded over me; and there, beneath him, I lay. One knee drawn higher than the other, my chest heaving, both arms strewn in helpless angles above me, my head tilted slightly to the right with a soft blush, a parted mouth, and glossy eyes: the perfect portrait of submission. Submission to his strength, which was an extension of his will, which was an extension of his mind, his ego, his utmost essence. This bending to him was as much a tribute to him as it was to myself. For I could identify and glorify him as a man with all that was best within me, all that which I had forged in my person—my virtue, my ability. He paid respect to what the totality of being here, now, meant, silently, as his eyes feasted upon my body, eventually rested on mine. They were like ice-struck-steel burning with the intensity of high-noon solar rays.

And then that was when his lips devoured mine. I can't even call it a kiss. It was a crushing down and a building up, a wound and a healing, a derision and an exultation; it was the entire spectrum of human feeling concretized into one eternal action. At least, it felt eternal. I was snared in a harsh frenzy of arms and hands—I could feel them clutch about me, batter my sides and ribcage, attack my hair—all while our kiss deepened, intensified to white hotness. I moaned in rapture, as his teeth grazed and molested my bottom lip and my tongue grazed his teeth. Our tendrils of muscle were soon intertwined desperately, as I fought to taste and he to subjugate. The moistness and movement astounded me, for some reason; made me feel as though it weren't my body taking part in this passion, that I was disembodied and assimilating these sensations as a third-party. Perhaps the sheer reality of it overwhelmed me. In any case, our lips kept in constant motion against one another, as did our forms which with every passing second came closer to uniting into one mass of heated, friction-crazed flesh. His member and mine were locked together, and every quiver and breath seemed to evince a moan that would evacuate from the tight mesh of our mouths. He was a merciless tide to my defenseless shore, and to keep from being torn apart I held fast to his back, my nails clawing in, and him arching keenly with a growl. The crook of my neck fell next, as he located that undoing piece of skin and plunged his teeth. I tossed my head to the side in a rush of pleasure and cried out, exposing more for him to consume, and gripped his sides with me legs. He licked away some errant blood that spilled, moving up along my neck with deft serpentine-flicks and down again, before decorating it with bruises from possessive nips.

"M-Mnnn..Volkner.."

"Mine—mine!"

Across my clavicle and down my chest, through the valley of my stomach, no area was safe from his markings. His tongue swirled about my nipples that strained with the electricity between us. While one received his defiling bites, the other would be subject to similar tweaks. I whimpered and moaned with unchecked abandon. It felt so good...so much better than I could have ever imagined. Then suddenly he thrust me farther up the bed, taking a sharp hold of the underside of my thighs that would marks, forcing me legs against my body. I blushed deeply; for this exposed my most vulnerable regions to his will. I panted with thrill, oh god...what would he do next? I got my answer as I yelped and he took one of my balls into his mouth, sucking and rolling the tender flesh under his tongue.

"O-Oh! Ahhh...w-what are you doing..?" I was not so much a question as a plea for more, and he smirked and moved to attend the other while taking my throbbing erection into his large and formidable hand, giving it lazy, teasing strokes.

Then the truly unexpected came as I felt him begin to probe my entrance with that pink muscle of his that left me more corrupted and exalted everywhere it strayed. I flushed to an even greater degree and my eyes and mouth flew open with shock as well as ecstasy. His tongue at once should not be there and yet must explore more! And that it did, as it pried farther into my insides, caressing and feasting upon my walls.

"N-No! Not there...not there..!" Face burning, and fingers wound haphazardly in his hair, I unconsciously forced his head down more. The tremors of a mocking chuckle reached me, and I delighted in it. My greed was increasing; I could feel it breaking from the recesses of my mind, leaving ash and sparks in its wake. I needed more; I needed to be filled, brought to the fount of pleasure and intimacy. Violated. I regarded faintly whether it would hurt, figured it would verily, and discarded the information. It was an irrelevant and fleeting derivative, and if anything, a necessary and lovely testament to him.

"Please...take me..take me already!"

I heard some kind of animalisitc grunt and after coating some digits, without hesitation or warning, he began to prepare me unkindly, as if it were some sort of inconvenience. His fingers were much more rough than his silky tongue, and I squirmed and whined some at the discomfort and awkwardness, but did my best to distance myself from how it felt, focusing on the pleasure that would soon be mine. It made me smile despite the hasty scissoring and plunging. Then it seemed like the air had been sucked out of the room by some voracious inferno as they brushed against something inside me, and I called out in a loud moan.

"Y-Yes! T-There..Volkner..again! More!"

There was no vocal response, just a swift motion as he righted himself, kneeling before me and quickly pumping his impressive length in a breakneck, saliva-coated pace. Then, he had forced himself into me—just like that, with no ceremony, no permission, no coos or coddling. Only a deep moan as my virginal tightness presented him with a challenging yet indubitably stimulating entry.

I think my mind registered so much pain that I indeed felt nothing. Because all I remember now is the sensation of being breathless before a winter wind, a sort of chilling vacuum. But he was moving, and I was being moved by him wildly, and the movement wasn't so restricted; I imagine I had bled some, and that eased his thrusting. It didn't matter, because in the next moment he hit that spot again with full force, and then I did scream, but in a rush of bliss that was chased with some pain as I once again integrated sensation. My legs were over his shoulder and he was ruthlessly and greedily fucking me. ...that's the only way to phrase it. Fucking. I love it.

"Fuck! L-Lucas..you're so goddamn tight.."

He flipped us over so fast I'm not entirely sure any displacement took place, but then I was on top of him, blushing deeply, and he was gripping my hips with crushing force, guiding me up and down, impaling me on his cock. I bit my index finger to keep from moaning too wantonly since the new angle made him strike that one spot over and over; the sight of his sweat coated body beneath me with his face contorted into taught, pleasure-stricken planes as hit bit his lip made me want to release right there. It was so erotic...to think that I was making him fill such unabashed, depthless feeling. Soon I found my own rhythm and strength and began riding him as he bucked into me. Only the sound of dichotomously pitched moans and skin slapping against skin filled the room, and I couldn't last much longer.

I had found the angle where I constantly was able to have him hit that spot and to reward him I had myself clench each time I rose. Our moans picked up in frequency as did the erratic nature of our thrusts. He took my own dick harshly in his hand once more, and started to pump fiercely. Then, after one final, vicious lancing into me, I came forcefully all over his chest and abdomen in hot ropes; my insides tightened even more upon orgasm, and with a loud cawing that was a mangle of moan, groan, and growl, he too came, filling me up perfectly with his seed. I collapsed onto him, savoring the scent and feeling of the cum bonding our glistening skin. Sole in the after-throes of such passion could a world be reduced to heavy breathing and unchain heartbeats. With my nose buried into his neck and his mouth against my ear, I rode out what would always be the most supreme moment of bliss I would ever experience.

"You're finally mine, Lucas...in body, and in mind..."

"As I always will be."

After we had gone a few more rounds, cleaned ourselves up, and Volkner had lain back down to sleep off our first sexual tempest, I went out for a walk alone; I didn't even take my pokémon. It was late afternoon, and the light was hazy, filtering disjointedly through darkening clouds as I gazed into the horizon. I wanted solitude, the luxury of evaluating my thoughts and feelings quietly, without distraction or outward consideration. I inhaled and exhaled deeply, holding out my arms before me, palms open, and raised my eyes to the sky.

My life had never been more my own, and yet, I did belong to Volkner fully, as I had so intensely and unfailingly desired. And he belonged to me. But...the thought of spending some tranquil life together seemed so foreign, impossible. In truth, Volkner was the only thing keeping me here in Sinnoh. I heard tale recently of a region newly discovered called Unova, brimming with entirely unheard of pokémon. That meant new Gym Leaders, a new Elite Four, and a new Champion to challenge. I knew this would be my next course. I knew it completely. However, I couldn't bear leaving Volkner behind again, enduring months or longer without his presence. That, too, seemed impossible. I felt shameful asking him to abandon his post, when I was the one that reignited his passion for it. Foolishness was expecting him to follow me, to even think of such a proposition. Sunyshore was his domain, the kingdom over which he reigned like a divine prince. And I was but 14, with an entire world and life before me. I couldn't resign myself to or accept casting away my future, nor him sacrificing his existence.

What, then, could be done? It seemed as though in every way the time for our life hadn't yet dawned, though that was in fact that for which we had been fighting. I felt tears swell in my eyes and threaten to fall, but steeled them, refusing this display. We were still young; there was no shortage of time. I would return. And on that day, we could smile to one another unrestrained, with the shining promise of a future that was ours.

I couldn't help it, the tears ran—with a spirit of joy, not sadness. Life was so beautiful!

"Volkner, I love you with the entirety of my being! On my life, I swear it. But I love myself chiefly, always. And so, I look to this sky, and think of myself, and what more I can achieve. I cannot be any other way, and if I could, you wouldn't love me. I shan't ask for forgiveness, rather, I shall ask your most overflowing blessing!" I laughed freely, in pure joy and pride.

Yes, life was beautiful. As long as I held Volkner in my heart, and he held me in his, life would forever be beautiful.

A/N. And fin. (: Ah, I rather liked that ending. It feels nice to finish a story for once, that isn't a one-shot, at least. I did my best with the lemon. I realize it might have gone fast, but that's how I imagined it between them: a whirlwind of passion and pleasure. I ended up having Lucas talk a little dirty there, lol, for which I initially didn't intend. But it was kinda necessary (I hate saying shit like 'member' and 'length' x_x haha).

Anyway! I give my most sincere thanks to everyone that has read, and especially to those that reviewed. I'm happy that others have enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Love and best wishes. Until we meet again~ XOXO