By Scarlet

Fandom: Pokémon: the Movie 2000

Pairing: Professor Oak/Lawrence III a k a Jirarudan

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Pokémon belongs to Nintendo, and Pokémon the movie 2000 belongs to Warner Brothers. I am certainly not making any Pokémoney out of this, so please don't sue me, I have already spent my measly income on Pokémon cards, toys and comic books for my daughter. And look what happened.

Summary: The only logical explanation for the second movie.

Big thanks to Kanna for the ruthless beta. :-)

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"And now, it all begins again."

He was burned and battered and his magnificent flying fortress was now a magnificent heap of junk, but he had eyes only for his Mew card. It had been his very first one, and now it was the very last of his earthly possessions.

He had been so close, so very close to success. He had almost captured the legendary birds of Fire, Lightning and Ice, but then those annoying kids had shown up and ruined it all. But he was going to build a new ship, and he would collect each and every Pokémon on the planet. He would attain his goal. Or die trying.

He made this vow silently to himself as the sun was sinking over the desolate island. Once again, he was completely alone.

"I thought I would find you here."

He spun around at the sound of the voice. "Professor Oak!"

The grim-faced professor's eyes were even darker than usual. He said one, harsh word: "Why?"

He quickly put the card away, trying to ignore his pounding heart, and put on his usual arrogant air. "Why, professor, it was all intended in your honor, of course. I just wanted to show the world how well you taught me."

Professor Oak's hands clenched. "You nearly -- very nearly -- destroyed the world." His voice was shaking with barely controlled anger.

The young man drew long, elegant fingers through ruffled curls and smirked, "I assure you, professor, that next time I will succeed."

Something exploded behind Professor Oak's black eyes. He grabbed the still smiling man and shook him, knuckles white, lips struggling to form words.

The young man's stomach contracted with fear, but he was determined to face the professor's wrath, no matter what shape it would take. He willed his body to be still in the strong grip and his eyes to meet the other man's gaze evenly.

The fire in the professor's eyes gradually darkened. When he found the words again, his voice was ice. "You will answer me this time, Lawrence. Why?"

The young man's face was almost white, but he sounded just as arrogant as before when he spat it out. "Why not?"

The celebrated, well-respected professor struck him to the ground. Spots danced before Lawrence's eyes and he tasted blood in his mouth. He blinked a few times, swallowed, then slowly raised his head.

"I'm sorry, sir." Something had changed in his voice. "I will behave myself now."

The professor's face was hard as stone. "Good." After a pause, he added, "You may get up now."

He rose with some difficulty. That blow had felt like being struck down by lightning, and he'd had a rough day as it was.

"I'm still waiting for an explanation."

He took a deep breath, and then the words came rushing out. "Why didn't you come until now? Why did you send that brat, Ash? Why didn't you come yourself? I thought you'd come yourself!"

Hearing himself carry on like a blabbering idiot, he bit his lip and tried to calm down. Meanwhile, the other man's statement changed. Anger gave way for disbelief, followed by shock followed by ... more anger.

"So this is what it was all about? You tried to lure me here? For what -- revenge? Or did you just want to annoy me some more?"

The angry professor was holding him by the shoulders again, but he was past the fear now, past the arrogant pose. This was the moment he had been waiting for. It had come later than expected, but it had finally come.

"Not revenge, professor."

He forced his muscles to relax, to express his complete submission under the older man's hands. All the arrogance had left his face when he looked into his former teacher's eyes, then at his lips, wetting his own. "Please, professor..."

Professor Oak froze, then pushed him away and smoothed down his jacket with slightly trembling hands. "Don't try to trick me, Lawrence. I had enough of your tricks when you were my student."

"Why did you kick me out?"

"What do you think! Why, apart from your constant insubordination, it was clear from the start that you wanted to use the Pokémon for your own selfish amusement only. You never respected them for what they were, never understood how important they are for the balance of nature."

The professor was pacing now. "And this proves I was right. The world was almost destroyed because of your stupid prank! And you didn't realize it!"

He suddenly stopped. "Or ... did you? You were never stupid. In fact, you were always too damn clever for your own good." He stared at his former student. "Tell me! Did you know what would happen?"

"I knew you would come and stop me."

Professor Oak's mouth was a thin, straight line as he shook his head. "You shouldn't have counted on it." And added, more to himself: "What am I going to do with you?"

Lawrence gathered the last remnants of courage and ran to the professor, wrapping his arms around him. "Whatever you want, professor. That's all I want. All I ever wanted," he murmured into the broad shoulder.

The older man grabbed a fistful of curly hair and tugged gently, until the youth was looking up at him. "All that destruction ... for this? Why ... " he almost growled, "why didn't you just ask?"

"I tried to ... tried to make you understand. But you never wanted me. You made that very clear."

"You were too damn young back then! I was your teacher! I had no choice in those days, you know that."

"You have a choice now."

The professor tightened his grip on the curls. "Oh yes. I could choose to take a power-mad psychopath bent on the world's destruction as my lover, or I could choose to turn him over to the authorities. Tough choice, don't you think?"

"Please ... " the young man breathed. "I know I deserve any punishment you could think of, and I'll take it ... but only from you."

Professor Oak slowly released the grip. There was a moment of silence as they stared at each other, one with hope, one with incredulity. In the air above them, a flock of Spearows left the island.

"If this is another of your pranks ... " the professor said in a low, dangerous voice.

Lawrence silently shook his head. He then removed his tattered clothes until he stood naked before the surprised professor. "See, I hide nothing from you."

Very slowly, Samuel Oak approached his former student. Very carefully, he touched the young man's shoulder, let his hand slide down his arm, then back up again. With both hands now, he started to explore the slim body. He caressed the smooth chest and felt the almost porcelain-white skin shiver under his touch. When his fingers brushed a nipple, Lawrence made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a sob.

"Yes, professor. Oh, yes ... "

"Lawrence." The name was a deep growl. "You need to be punished."

"Yes, whatever you say."

"But there will be time for that later."

That said, Samuel claimed Lawrence's mouth in a kiss that made the young man go weak at the knees. He sank down on the soft grass, pulling the other man down with him, and Samuel's hands were fire and ice and lightning on his skin, just as he had always imagined.

Samuel caressed and kissed and teased his admirer almost to the brink of insanity, biting his neck and pinching his nipples until Lawrence was squirming with raw need. Then he stopped, visibly struggling to control himself.

"I want to fuck you, Lawrence. Do you want me to?"

"Yes," the young man panted. "Yes, I want it. Yes, I want you to."

Samuel turned his young lover onto his stomach and undid his own pants. "It might hurt."

"I don't care."

Samuel stroked himself, milking pre-ejaculate from his swelling cock for lubrication. He coated the quivering opening with the clear substance and inserted a finger, then two fingers. He met no resistance and proceeded to finger-fuck Lawrence until the young man moaned with pleasure.

"You've done this before, haven't you? You little slut!" Lawrence jumped when Samuel gave his ass a strong slap.

"Not with anybody else," he answered meekly. "I've been playing with myself ... with my fingers and -- things ... thinking of you."

"Good," Samuel grunted, but he slapped the other cheek too, and after the pain wore off, Lawrence almost enjoyed the burning sensation. Blood rushed to the lower parts of his body, and his nerves started tingling with anticipation.

The professor entered him slowly, giving him plenty of time to adjust to the feeling. This was something else entirely than his own fingers or the toys he'd devised for himself in his lonely fortress. At first it hurt, and his old teacher felt so impossibly big that he didn't think he would be able to take him in, but just as he was about to beg for mercy, his muscles must have surrendered into relaxation, because the pain was gone and a sweet, throbbing pleasure was spreading within his entire being.

"That's it," Samuel murmured soothingly in his ear, his warm hands roaming over Lawrence's body. "You just relax and take it like a good boy."

And he did. The feeling was incredible, better than in his dreams. The professor was thrusting into him now, and it was an unexpected thrill to feel so open and vulnerable and totally out of control. When Samuel sank his teeth into the back of his neck, Lawrence screamed and came and stars exploded in front of his eyes. Moments later, a roar in his ear told him that Samuel was coming, too.

They lay together on the grass for a long time, watching the sun set and the stars come out over the Southern Islands.

Finally, Lawrence shyly touched his lover's face. "And now?"

Samuel Oak gently kissed the forehead of the man resting on his arm. "And now, it all begins again."

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