Author's note: Ok, so a few things you should know about this story. Yes, it's super long. That's why i am dividing it into two parts. I tried to keep it very interesting if your into the drama genre and things like that. This story is a very adult story, despite that it features Pokemon characters. ^_^ lol. There is some Homosexual content, so if that kind of thing offends you. Don't read this story.
Also, the language in this book is quite strong. The sexual content of this story is rather strong as well, so I'm giving everyone a fair warning. This was not meant to offend anyone, it is strictly for entertainment purposes only! I own nothing, except for a few made-up characters and this plot idea.
This is a Gymshipping fanfiction, and if you're an avid PokeShipper...you might not want to read this one. Other than all of that stated above, I hope you enjoy my story and i will be looking forward to all of your reviews. Now that that is over with.....
Synopsis: Ash and Misty have just started their lives together. Their wedding was beautiful, but their happy life quickly takes a turn for the worse on their wedding night when the most special night of their lives turns out to be a hellish nightmare, especially for Misty. Ash refused to consomate their marriage.
Not being able to figure it out, Misty seeks the advice of her older friend, Brock Harrison who has been married for four years to Lucy Harrison, who also happens to be in love with her. A steamy love affair will result, and they find themseleves tangled in a web of lies, betrayel, and secrets. Will she be able to save her already rocky marriage to Ash Ketchum, or will she find herself in the arms of a married man?
Chapter 1
It was probably the most difficult thing Brock Harrison ever had to do. He stood up on the hollow, carpeted floor of that beautifully decorated church, dressed in a tuxedo that was proving to be very uncomfortable and watch his friend Ash Ketchum marry the girl he had been in love with for years.
Brock scanned his gaze over the sea of people, relaxing in the pews. Including his own wife, Lucy Harrison. She was a very tall woman, just barely shorter than himself with long straight black hair that fell down her back. She was slim and attractive. Brock's father, Flint Harrison, had praised him on finding such an idea woman to become his wife.
But still…
Some part of Brock's heart belonged to the girl who was standing at the end of that aisle. Misty Waterflower, who would soon become Misty Ketchum, wore a pure white dress, embellished with pearly white beads and lace. Her soft red hair was fixed intricately in the back and a sheer white veil covered her face.
Ash was shaking as he watched her three sisters file into place across from him. Then, the congregation stood and watched her as she stepped down the aisle. Professor Samuel Oak had linked arms with her.
He was Ash's step-father and had agreed to give her away since she lacked the father figure in her life since before she was born. Samuel was an extinguished man. A college biology professor at the biggest university in Landview and also an established poet who often did seminars at his place of work.
Delia had married him shortly after Ash's real dad, Spencer, left her to pursue another relationship with a man. It had scarred Delia, possibly for life and she still had scheduled meetings for a therapist three times a week. She was just starting to give Sam her trust, even though the incident had happened five years previous.
However, today was a joyous day for her and everyone else. Her son was finally getting married to a woman that she had dubbed as her own daughter. Misty was a nice, quiet, reserved girl who loved Ash with everything she had. And Delia wanted that for her son.
As she stepped closer, Ash lifted her veil and Brock looked away. She looked gorgeous today, as she did any other day. The way the light reflected off her eyes as she stared at Ash, they danced and sparkled with happiness and delight.
Ash was quivering and he looked over at Brock, as if for support or advice. Brock was three years his senior and was always the source of advice between the two of them. Misty felt it was an honor to have Brock as the best man and it had been something that had been planned since she and Ash established a relationship just a year ago.
If they hadn't been friends for so long, Brock would have found it strange that Ash wanted to rush into marriage so fast, but perhaps they didn't want to waste time with a long engagement after such a long friendship.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, Brock nodded, almost not believing he was going to stand here and watch this. But there was nothing he could do. He, himself, had gotten married on a whim to a self-absorbed, but very beautiful woman and that was the day he decided to put his feelings for Misty in his past, never to be rediscovered again.
But today…
Seeing her in this final moment of availability was agonizing to him.
He could faintly hear the priest ask Samuel if she gave him to Ash, and of course he said yes. Then the vows began…
Brock tried to ignore it, to tune out the words of love and undying devotion to one another and he found strange solace in seeing his mother, Lola Harrison, sitting out among the congregation with a video camera strapped to her hand.
She spotted him and smiled, and he could just imagine that she was zooming in on his face. Did she really have to capture the moment of sadness on film so that he could relive it twenty years from now.
But, that was Lola. She believed that if it wasn't on film, it never happened.
His father sat beside her, stern and stone-faced. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders, lovingly though.
Brock sighed and looked down at his black, polished shoe, scraping it across the plush carpeting. The move may have looked like a sign of boredom, but really it was a sign of misery. The raspy familiar voice of Ash saying "I do" was enough to drive him insane, but when the soft feminine voice spoke those same words, it was enough to kill him inside.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and fought back the tears that threatened to break through his façade of happiness as they were announced husband and wife in front of everyone. Friends and family cheered. Delia and Lola snapped pictures of the happy bride and groom and Lola even got one of Brock, trying in vain to avoid the camera as he escorted Violet Waterflower -Misty's oldest sister- down the aisle.
No one knew about his feelings, except for his mother. He shared everything with her and almost nothing with his father. His younger brother Forest only knew about his rendezvous with multiple women, but even that relationship had dried up since he had married Lucy.
When they walked through the double doors, Violet separated from him, giving him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. "You look handsome today, Brock." She snagged the opportunity at a moment when his wife wasn't around to stop it.
Lucy was very possessive and she had every right to be.
Brock was an extremely attractive, wealthy man, who was only at the young age of twenty seven and had established a career in the medical field as a Neurosurgeon. He gave Violet a smile back. He missed the days of flirting and charming smiles; of women swooning over the slightest hint of attention tossed towards their way.
"Thanks. You sisters look beautiful as well." He said, enjoying Violet's embarrassed reaction. She clopped away from him, her heels making a loud sound against the tile of the floor. Yes, in a way he still had that ability to make a woman feel beautiful and appreciated.
He had just made the mistake of not trying with Misty and now look where he was with her. They were both married, to two different people. The only difference was, she loved Ash. He wasn't sure if he loved Lucy.
Sure, he cared about her. The sex was great and she kept the house clean, but she didn't really excite him. He found himself fantasizing most nights while making lover to her. He closed his eyes and envisioned someone else because she didn't do it for him like a certain other woman did.
Brock hated himself for it. It made him feel guilty and Lucy was devoted to him, like a wife should be.
He stayed leaned against the wall for a long time, watching Ash and Misty make their way towards the special Limousine that would transport them to the reception hall at La Bu Le, a rich, lavish mansion owned by the major.
Samuel Oak had paid for the reservations.
Most of the congregation had left except for his wife, his parents and siblings, a few other mingling guests.
Lucy walked towards him after refreshing her make up for the reception. "Honey, are you coming?"
Brock looked up at her as she instinctively straightened out his lapels and fixed his tie. "Yea, I'm…I'm going to help mom with the kids. You take the car, I'll hitch a ride with Mom and Dad."
She smiled and nodded, giving him an intimate soft kiss before heading out the door. Lola stood watch and approached her oldest son only after his wife had left the building. Her heels echoed down the hall as she walked.
"Sweety, are you alright?" Lola asked, rubbing both of his shoulders lovingly. A sense of motherly devotion was evident and for some reason it made him want to bawl like a baby. But he was too much of a man for that.
"No. I'm not." He answered truthfully, watching her as she picked up his youngest of brothers. Four year old Billy jumped into her arms and she strained to hold him. Without much a word, Brock took him off her hands and held him with ease.
Lola smiled and wondered where Tilly, his twin sister had run off too. However, right now she was more concerned with Brock. "I know this was hard for you today. But, Honey, I'm proud of you for coming anyway and being the best man. That means the world to Ash, and Misty…"
"Yea, I know." Brock's voice was distant and for a moment, his mother felt like he was shutting her out, but then he spoke again, reopening the conversation. "It's just I still have these feelings for her. These left over feelings from high school that I never told her about and…Mom, I have to tell you, I almost didn't come into the church this morning."
Lola fluffed her short, curled, hair-sprayed brown hair, then casually dusted the lint off Brock's tuxedo. "I think it shows a lot for your character that you did. I'm proud to be your mother, sweety."
"Thanks, Mom."
"And I know you're father doesn't say it much, but he's proud of you too." She smiled and looked at him as he cradled Billy in his arms. The little boy was falling asleep, resting her head on Brock's shoulder. "You're going to make a wonderful father someday."
"I hope one day soon." He said casually, recalling the many fights and arguments that him and Lucy had over children. By nature, Brock was the fatherly type. He had spent countless hours tossing a football with his younger brothers and even did the agonizing task of having fake tea parties with his sisters and he had always wanted children of his own.
However, Lucy was in love with her figure. She was in love with her freedom, her lack of responsibility. Her selfishness was important to her. So important that she didn't want to share her time or space with anyone else, especially children.
For a moment, he contemplated bringing up the subject to Lucy later on tonight but that would probably land him on the couch again with a lumpy pillow and a thin blanket. He sighed, miserably.
"You love Lucy, don't you?" She suddenly asked.
Nodding, he repositioned Billy in his arms. "Yea. I do."
Smiling, Lola kissed his cheek and took her sleeping child from his arms. "That's all that matters then. Come on, honey. We better get to the reception. You're father brought the van, so there is room for you if you don't mind being squished by a bunch of children. Forest brought his own car, so I think that will help."
"Nah, I don't mind being mashed. I think if I survived Misty marrying Ash, I can survive anything."
The reception was tolerable for him. He spent most of the time talking to Forest about his car, dancing with Lucy and eating delicious food. La Bu Le was a beautiful place and when the sunset, a pond was illuminated with floating candles and lighted walkways.
Lucy had gotten in some kind of discussion with Misty's sisters about a weight loss program that Daisy had found when none of them needed to lose an ounce of weight. In fact, he wished Lucy would gain some. He always liked curvy women, with hips and softness, but his wife was obsessed with staying model-thin.
He relaxed on a small bridge that stretched over the pond. It was a beautiful sight and a beautiful wedding. The most beautiful thing about it though was Misty and no sooner had he decided to join the party again he saw her approach him.
His heart almost stopped. She had removed the fluffy lower part of her wedding dress so that it would be easier to dance in. Her make up looked tired and worn and her hair had begun to fall down a bit. A few strands brushed her shoulders.
He swallowed hard, realizing his mouth had gone completely dry. He seemed to do that every time Misty was around.
"Hey…" Misty said with a smile as she stepped onto the wooden planks of the bridge in pretty white shoes. Her legs were exposed to just above the knee and he found himself staring, knowing exactly what he was going to fantasize about tonight if Lucy tried to seduce him into having sex with her.
"Hey." Brock said, clearing his throat. Never had he been so nervous around a woman, especially a woman younger than him. Normally, he would have any female, of any age, giggling and blushing and acting like a schoolgirl just like he had done to Violet earlier, but with Misty he lost his nerve. He felt like the socially awkward boy who clammed up at the sight of any pretty girl.
"I saw you over here all alone." She spoke up, leaning onto the rail, seemingly not worried about getting any marks on her dress. Pictures were over and done with. The day of his misery was forever immortalized on video and glossy photo paper. "Are you alright?"
"Yea." He cleared his throat, gathered his nerve. "I'm fine. I just…wanted some time alone to think."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Misty said, folding her hands in front of her and blushing. "I didn't mean to bother you."
"No." He shook his head and looked at her, loving the way she looked when she became embarrassed. "It's alright. If anyone was going to interrupt me I'm glad it was you."
They shared a laugh and Misty smiled up at him. "I'm leaving for the hotel suite in Pine Valley soon. I wanted to make sure I got a chance to say goodbye to you before we left. I probably won't see you for a couple of weeks."
Suddenly, something hit him. Something he hadn't even thought about until she mentioned her place for a honeymoon. Tonight, Ash would make love to her. Probably all night long, until the sun came up and then some.
He knew if he was the one who married her today he would make use of every second he had with her and he couldn't think of a reason why Ash or any other man would do any different. The thought rolled around in his mind, sent a sharp stab right through the very pit of him.
And what would he be doing tonight?
Fighting with Lucy? Or fantasizing about being with Misty when he knows Ash will really be the one with her at the exact moment.
He wasn't sure how long he had been thinking about it or how long he just stood there silent, but she spoke again.
"Brock?"
"Oh, yea…" He shook his head and approached her. She wrapped her arms around him and he enveloped her in an embrace, admiring how delicate and feminine she felt in his arms. He loved hugging her, touching her. It gave him a feel of her skin, of her feminine softness, the slight curves of her hips.
Misty smiled and rested her head on his chest. Brock always gave really great hugs. Strong and bear-like. Safe and protective. Reassuring and loving. After a long moment, she pulled away.
"Goodbye, Brock. Ash and I will give Lucy and you a call tomorrow from the hotel." She said, promisingly, grabbing onto his hands with her own.
"Bye Misty." He forced himself to say it, even though he really wanted to ask her to stay just a little while longer, maybe even dance with him, but that would just make it worse. She wasn't his and she never would be. "Be careful. Have a great night."
He meant it. He wanted her to have a great night with Ash, full of love and passion and happiness. It's what she deserved and he wanted her to have it all.
With a nod, she slipped away from him and walked graciously back to the congregation. To the noise of happiness and merriment. To the celebration that was for Ash and Misty.
When she was out of sight, he sighed. It was getting late and he figured Lucy was probably drunk from too much champagne and would be wanting to head home soon. He headed back in the direction Misty had went and found his wife, buzzed, just as he expected.
Clumsily, Lucy stumbled away from Violet, Daisy and Lilly and smiled up at him. "You've got to get me away from this champagne. I'm a little tipsy. We should go home and have sex while I'm still drunk enough to do something kinky." She giggled.
Brock raised an eyebrow and gripped her hand. "I think you should go home and rest. You'll probably have a hangover in the morning." He dismissed himself from Misty's sisters and headed towards the parking lot, not wanting to draw anymore attention towards himself than Lucy was already drawing. He could see that Ash and Misty were already loading into the limo with their luggage.
He tried not to think about it. Instead, he cranked the engine of his pick up truck, made sure Lucy was buckled in and pulled out of his parking space and onto the main road. Lucy giggled and laughed all the way back home and he hoped she would sober up with a cup of coffee.
When they arrived home, he helped her to the bedroom and plopped her down on the bed before heading downstairs and starting a pot of coffee. He figured he might as well have a cup as well, seeing as he probably wouldn't have the piece of mind to be sleeping tonight.
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