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Clemont hated this. Xerosic was one big creep in his book, and it showed. At first he thought Xerosic just wanted him to be his right hand man, but there was more to it. Apparently the megalomaniac also wanted to drug Clemont, who didn’t like that one bit.
There he lay on the ground of an abandoned warehouse, his head throbbing and his limbs shaking and weak. Xerosic circled him, a syringe in his hand filled with poison that he managed to get from his Malamar using a potent poison type move.
He shivered, no doubt his body now raging with a fever. Pain echoed everywhere, leaving his muscles exhausted and his head throbbing.
“Will you obey me now?” Xerosic said cheerfully, a stark contrast to what he had done to the boy at his feet. Clemont looked up, his face pale and beaded with sweat, a purple flush coloring his freckled cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He glared, gritting his teeth. “N-never.” The blonde rasped out.
“Hm. Very well then.” Xerosic crouched, syringe poised. Clemont tried to move away, only for Xerosic to grab his hair brutally and pull him back. Clemont gasped in pain as the syringe sunk into his neck, the poison being injected into his bloodstream.
The effects were almost immediate, his body lighting up in agony. He let out a whimper, squeezing his eyes shut. He felt like he was on fire, his muscles screaming at him.
Clemont could feel Xerosics hand leave his hair, allowing his body to slump to the cold floor. He pressed his cheek into the concrete, savoring the chill on his burning skin.
“I have more poison if you want, though I fear that I may kill you if I do give you more.” Xerosic said, one hand reaching out and cupping Clemons face, angling it for him to see. “You are beautiful like his. So feminine and pretty. Quite a shame no one sees your beauty like I do, but I suppose it’s also a good thing because it means you’re all mine.”
Clemont cringed, desperately wanting to move away, but unable to due to the sheer amount of pain he was in. He hated the fact that Xerosic’s hand was cold. He hated that he had leaned into the touch to try and cool down. He hated that Xerosic had chuckled, moving even closer. The gym leader watched as Xerosic leaned in, his breath brushing his ear uncomfortably.
“I own you now.” The mad scientist had growled lowly. Clemont felt fear squeeze his heart, and he desperately tried to pull away, only for the hand on his cheek to suddenly shift, Xerosic’s fingers pressing tightly and forcing his head still.
“I wouldn’t try to move if I were you. That will just make the poison travel faster and cause you more pain than you can handle.” Xerosic said, smiling. Clemont let out a small whimper, frustrated that the pale man was right.
He was pulled out of his thoughts at the feeling of something warm and slimy slithering up his neck and to his jaw. Clemont froze. His eyes snapped open to see Xerosic LICKING him. Disgust filled his gut and he desperately tried not to gag. He felt teeth graze against his jaw, nibbling at the skin. He held his breath, praying to Arceus that this would end.
“You taste divine…” Xerosic muttered. Clemont was now fully grossed out, wishing that this was just some bad dream, even though he knew well enough that it wasn’t.
Somehow the man had escaped from prison and gotten back his Malamar, staying hidden from the police. Clemont had managed to get him arrested prior after Xerosic had briefly managed to kidnap him and had tried to mind control him. Luckily his technology had come in handy, but now he didn’t have anything to help him out.
The gym leader had been caught off guard by Xerosic when he had left his workshop to check why the power in the building had gone off, only to be restrained by Malamar’s psychic powers and quickly taken away into the forest in what most likely was a stolen car. There he had been shoved into the warehouse and was immediately injected with poison.
Xerosic had attempted to get him to obey at first in the car, but his refusal had made the man angry. Now, he was stuck on the floor in a place he didn’t know with a psychopath, heavily poisoned, being assaulted, and having no way of contacting anyone.
He had foolishly left his backpack and all other belongings in the workshop other than his phone, which had been taken from him and promptly smashed to avoid tracking.
All Clemont could feel was dread as Xerosic bit into his neck roughly, prompting the blonde to gasp. Every time the creep bit him, Clemont would whimper or hiss, squirming despite the poison still pulsing in his veins.
Eventually, Xerosic pulled away from his neck, choosing to look the boy in the eyes. His hand never left Clemonts face, still holding him in place. Then, the older man leaned in, and the next thing Clemont knew was that he was being kissed.
He hated it. He hated it with all his being. In his shock his mouth had opened slightly, allowing the megalomaniacs tongue to slip in and start exploring him. He gagged, desperately wanting to get away.
He was crying now, letting out choked sobs as Xerosic pushed Clemont and rolled him onto his back before sitting on top of him. Clemont weakly tried to push the heavy man off him, only for his wrists to be grabbed and pinned above his head in a bruising grip.
Clemont was trapped.
Finally, the kiss was broken, Xerosic leaning back to look at the sickly boy beneath him. “My oh my… you truly turn me on when you’re like this. I knew when I saw you the first time that you would be nice and submissive. Then, when I had taken you and had you under my thumb for a short bit, you were so weak and small, I couldn’t help but feel amazement at how feminine you were.”
Clemont cringed at every word, horror and fear making its way onto his face. “Your voice… your skin… your eyes… everything about you. It makes me lose complete control.” As Xerosic spoke, the pressure on Clemonts wrists increased, the blood flow now being cut off and causing pins and needles. The hand on his face had now moved to his hair, roughly pulling on the soft blonde locks.
“I want to own every bit of you.” Xerosic growled, the pressure on his wrists and tugging at his hair now nearly unbearable. Clemont let out a choked sob. “You smell wonderful as well. Like rain, lemons, and electricity. It’s addicting.” Xerosic pressed down further.
Clemont squirmed, wishing he could run. The poison running through his veins was taking an even stronger effect now, leaving him dizzy and nauseated, his vision doubling. Xerosic stared at the boy, then released him and moved away, watching as Clemont rolled over and pushed his body up off the floor to be on his hands and knees. He gagged multiple times, but nothing came up due to him skipping breakfast.
He flopped to the ground again, shivering violently. He was freezing. Clemont wrapped his arms around himself and curled up into a ball, desperately trying to get warmth. Xerosic watched him as he whimpered and shook. The purple flush had become darker, his skin worryingly pale.
Faintly, Clemont thought to himself that he was going to die. That this was it for him. It wasn’t a pleasant thought in the slightest, and he chose to push it away instead.
Suddenly, his body was being grabbed and twisted, forcing his wrists back over his head as he lay on his back. He opened his eyes blearily to see the mad scientist back on top of him, one hand holding his hands away.
He was being licked and bitten and kissed again. Over and over. It was horrible. He could feel the teeth squishing his flesh, leaving painful marks that would bruise. One particularly painful bite got a yelp out of him. Xerosic had pulled away, licking what seemed to be blood off his lips.
“Mmm… your blood tastes nice and sweet as well. How perfect.” The man said before moving back in and continuing his assault. Clemont lay there and let it happen, still crying. He felt pathetic, weak, useless. He couldn’t do anything. His body refused to obey him.
Clemont had managed to zone out somewhat throughout the traumatizing process, only to tense up and become aware when he felt his jumpsuit being unzipped. He immediately started to thrash, letting out grunts of pain.
Luckily, Xerosic stopped and stared at what was underneath the jumpsuit. It was a simple white tank top. But that wasn’t what had caught his eye. It was the bindings wrapped tightly around the gym leaders torso that caught his attention.
“Well I must admit that surprised me. Are you biologically female?” Xerosic asked, still staring at the bandages that were poorly hidden under the tank top. Clemont froze. Xerosic looked at the boys face. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
In the blink of an eye, his tank was off, and his bandages were being undone. Clemont shook his head, mumbling no repeatedly.
“Strange. You barely even need to bind. You don’t have anything at all.” Xerosic said, now staring at Clemonts exposed chest. Clemont stopped and looked at the mad scientist in fear. What was this man going to do to him? First the kidnapping, then the poison, then the biting and licking, and now this? The blonde knew he was in for a bad time.
Xerosic reached out, his hand moving close to Clemont’s chest, only to stop short. They sat there for a second, one confused and panicked, the other seemingly in thought.
“I will save this for later.” The pale man stated. Clemont shook as his tank top was yanked back on. He felt his jumpsuit be zipped back up, and relief flooded into him.
A hand wrapped around his arms, lifting him up off the ground easily. Clemont stumbled, his vision spinning and head pounding at the sudden movement. The poison wasn’t doing him any favors. He looked up at the taller man. They stared at each other for a few seconds before a fist suddenly smashed into his stomach.
Clemont wheezed, keeling over. He fell back to the ground on his knees, curled up and holding his stomach as he coughed. A punch to the gut shouldn’t have been that painful, but due to the already weak state his body was in, he bet any amount of pain would be worse than normal.
A harsh kick landed into his side, causing a yelp to escape. Clemont slumped to the ground, curling up the best he could as more kicks and stomps hit him. By the time Xerosic stopped for a bit, Clemont’s left side was throbbing. He opened one eye, looking up at Xerosic. The man was smiling.
Another kick. Another punch. Another slap. One after another. One punch had managed to hit his eye, leaving him dazed. The pain got worse and worse with every second, until suddenly the onslaught of attacks stopped.
He was about to cry out in relief, only for his left arm to be grabbed and lifted, hoisting his limp body half off the ground like a doll. He faintly heard something being said, before he was dropped. Clemont tried to push himself up off the ground, but was abruptly stopped by a boot landing on his head and pressing his face into the rocky ground.
The pain had become too much apparently, leaving him to suddenly black out, his vision gone. He floated for a bit, unable to move or talk. It was nice.
Despite the calm, he was rudely brought back to his body by another wave of pain, this time in his head. He groaned, opening his eyes to see that he was alone, still on the ground.
Slowly, he pushed himself up, looking around to see if his kidnapper was around. When he didn’t find anything, he shakily stood, stumbling a bit and nearly falling over.
He wanted nothing to do with this anymore. Now was his chance to run, even if it wasn’t likely that he would make it out. He still had to try.
Clemont limped as fast as he could out of the warehouse, leaning against trees to keep his balance. He had gotten relatively far when he heard a yell of frustration come from behind him. Clemont immediately picked up the pace, trying to run.
He didn’t make it very far, tripping over a rock and falling over. He heard footsteps approaching and he scrambled behind a tree. Clemont held his breath as he heard the footsteps approach before coming to a stop.
“He must have been here. The blood shows it.” A voice muttered. It was of course Xerosic. The footsteps resumed, slowly fading as he walked past the tree Clemont was hiding behind. The boy sat there long enough for a few pokemon to peak out from behind other trees and out of the ground, staring at him.
Clemont knew he was in extreme danger, but he couldn’t bring himself to stand. He was too weak. There he sat, pokemon observing him as the sun slowly set, eventually leaving the forest dark. He knew Xerosic was still most likely looking for him, but now was the best time to make a run for it.
He stood, leaning against the tree as his vision spun. He waited as it cleared up before slowly beginning to walk. The pokemon watching him tensed, ready to bolt in case the human tried anything. He didn’t though, instead continuing to slowly pull himself forward.
He walked for a while, trying his best to listen for anything that could signal Xerosic being nearby, but heard nothing.
There were a few times where he almost collapsed, his body exhausted. He pushed through anyway, continuing to walk through the forest even as the sun started to rise. It took Clemont a bit to realize that it was now day, the sun shining down on his beaten and wounded body.
Clemont stopped, looking up at the sun. He had made it through the night. Now he just needed to find safety and he could rest. It was easier said than done though.
He couldn’t help but think about his friends and family. Bonnie was most likely worried sick about him, looking everywhere. Dad was also most likely worried sick, talking to Officer Jenny about him.
His thoughts wandered further to his friends. Serena and Ash. They had both stayed after the Kalos Crisis to help with cleaning everything up. Clemont had invited Ash and Serena to stay at his and Bonnie’s house while they stayed. The two had accepted, excited to be with their friends for longer.
It had been about a month since the crisis. Clemont had managed to get the gym into better shape and had managed to rebuild Clembot. The gym was open now, allowing challengers to battle. Clemont faintly wondered if Ash and Serena were also looking for him. He wouldn’t be surprised if they were.
Lost in his thoughts, Clemont barely realized that he was now out in the open in a dirt path, slowly walking towards Lumiose City. The gym leader stopped to breathe, his body still shaking. He looked up to see the city in the distance. Hope bloomed in his heart. Maybe he would live.
Clemont felt energy suddenly pulse through his body. He broke into a sprint, dashing towards the city. He was almost there! He could make it!
He barely had time to react to a large pale man darting out of the bushes, tackling him to the ground. In a mere few seconds, there was a syringe in his neck, poison being pumped into him. He was crying.
“No! I was so close! Let me go! Please!” Clemont begged, trying to get away from Xerosic. The plump man growled, pinning Clemont down into the dirt. “You are MINE. I am never going to let you go.”
In one final moment, Clemont screamed. He screamed as loud as he could, hoping it would reach the ears of another person.
No one came.
His vision spun. His body burned. His head throbbed. His eyes stung. His stomach churned. His hope vanished.
He was crying again.
He felt those greedy and filthy hands holding him. He felt eyes staring into him. He felt his body shaking.
Then, a voice.
“CLEMONT.”
He looked up, trying to blink away the tears. He heard Xerosic swear.
In the distance, Ash, Serena, Bonnie, Meyer, and Officer Jenny were running towards him. Someone had heard.
Xerosic turned and began to run, only to skid to a halt as Blaziken landed in front of him, glaring.
Xerosic yelled in frustration. “No! He is mine! I will not let you take him away from me!” The creep shouted. Clemont squirmed, wriggling his way out of Xerosic’s grasp. He fell to the ground in a heap, pushing himself away from the mad scientist.
The man lunged, trying to grab the blonde, only to be tackled to the ground by Officer Jenny. Clemont panted and watched as his kidnapper was put into handcuffs. A car drove up next to them, stopping. Another Officer Jenny got out, opening the back doors and pulling Xerosic over. She shoved him into the car, slamming the door shut before nodding to everyone and driving away with a screaming criminal.
Meyer rushed forward, falling to his knees and gingerly grabbing his son. Bonnie looked to be holding herself back from hugging her brother.
Clemont just looked up and smiled before opening his arms. Bonnie let out a sob and tackled him, sobbing into his shoulder.
He was safe.
Ash and Serena watched, both grimacing. Clemont didn’t look good. He was pale and shaking, a purple flush on his cheeks and nose. He was bruised all over, cuts in his jumpsuit showing small scrapes. He was dirty, his hair messy. There were bruises on his wrists shaped like hands, and multiple bite marks on his neck as well as a purple blotch in one spot with a small hole in the middle. His jumpsuit was slightly unzipped, showing more scratches and bruising.
“I’m so glad you’re back. We looked for you non stop. Couldn’t sleep at all.” Meyer said. Clemont sighed in relief, his eyes drooping. The boy looked exhausted. Suddenly, Bonnie pulled away, anger on her face. “DON’T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!” She yelled before burrowing her face into Clemont’s chest, continuing to cry.
Clemont held her close, rubbing her back. “I won’t. I promise.” He rasped out, his voice shot from his screams. Ash and Serena moved forward, Serena staring at Clemont before looking at Officer Jenny. “He’s badly injured. He needs first aid and quick.” She stated. The blue haired woman nodded, looking back at the injured boy. He looked sick. Extremely sick.
Officer Jenny knelt in front of Clemont, her voice gentle. “Can you tell me what happened?” She asked. Clemont nodded. “I was working early in my workshop when the power suddenly turned off. I went to go check what had happened, but was grabbed by Malamar’s psychic and put into a car. Xerosic had tried to get me to obey him but I said no.”
Clemont was still shivering. He stared at the ground as he retold the events. “We stopped at this abandoned warehouse and he dragged me in there. He had these syringes full of poison and injected one into me. It… wasn’t pleasant.” Everyone winced at Clemont’s words. “He asked if I would listen to him then, but I still refused, and he got mad. He injected more poison into me, and started to… to…” Clemont trailed off.
His eyes unfocused slightly and he tensed. Officer Jenny was about to tell him to take his time when he spoke up again, voice shaking. “He touched me. Started biting me and kissing me and saying all these weird things about me. He had unzipped my jumpsuit and saw I wasn’t biologically a boy. I thought he was going to… do that to me, but he didn’t thankfully. Instead he just started beating me up.”
Everyone was horrified. Xerosic was truly disgusting. “I think I blacked out for a bit, and when I woke up he was gone. So I left. I managed to hide from him overnight and had gotten this far when he came out of nowhere and poisoned me further. Then you guys came and saved me.” Clemont finished.
“Thank you.” He looked up, a small smile on his face. Officer Jenny nodded solemnly. “I’m so sorry that happened to you.” She said, glancing at the others. Meyer looked about ready to kill Xerosic, Bonnie was silently sobbing into Clemont’s shoulder, Serena was crying, and Ash was tense with pure rage in his eyes.
“Can you stand?” Officer Jenny asked. “I think so. The adrenaline must be blocking the pain right now.” Clemont said, beginning to stand after Bonnie let go of him. He stood upright, slightly wobbly, but overall fine. Officer Jenny eyed him.
Clemont took a step forward, only to stop abruptly. He let out a whimper of pain, his body loosing all energy and collapsing. Ash darted forward, catching him.
The blonde panted, letting out small pained noises. Bonnie immediately began to cry again. “He needs help and fast.” Ash said, shifting Clemont to carry him on his back.
Clemont groaned, pressing his face into Ash’s neck. They quickly began to run, heading to the hospital. In a few minutes Clemont was being treated for his injuries while everyone else anxiously waited.
After about an hour of waiting, a nurse came out to talk to them. “His condition was serious, but nothing was fatal. He will be able to go home tonight, but I would strongly suggest making sure he doesn’t push himself. His body is exhausted and needs the rest.”
Meyer nodded, thanking the nurse. “I should also mention that you be careful when touching him. It’s not just physical wounds that can hurt him, but also the trauma that comes from the experience he had. He no doubt will be extremely anxious about touch.” Meyer grimaced and looked down at the floor.
“He will be out in about another hour.” With that, the nurse left, heading back into the medical room. Silence settled over the five people. Officer Jenny was lost in thought, Bonnie was hugging Meyer, Serena was trying not to cry, and Ash was squirming in his seat, wanting to see Clemont.
Another unbearable hour passed, everyone becoming restless. The door chimed, and there was Clemont, being pushed in a wheelchair. Everyone stood and rushed over minus Officer Jenny who began talking to the nurse.
In little to no time, Clemont was back in his house, wrapped in a blanket on the couch with Bonnie asleep next to him. Ash lay on the floor in his pajamas, snoring. Serena was curled up next to Bonnie, also asleep. Meyer watched them all. Clemont was still awake, staring at his wrists.
Meyer walked over and sat down next to him, looking at the blonde. Clemont looked up. They stared for a bit before Meyer slowly enveloped his son in a hug. Clemont didn’t tense.
As night fell, all five slept peacefully together, Ash snoring, Serena smiling softly, Bonnie mumbling in her sleep, Meyer relaxed, and Clemont in the center, safe and sound.