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Till Evening Comes

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Synopsis: Left with only themselves to rely on, Amethio and Friede find comfort in each other.

Rating: Explicit | Ship(s): Friede/Amethio

Warnings: -

Tags: Not Beta Read, Top Friede (Pokemon), Bottom Amethio (Pokemon), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Written before episode 90, Aged-Up Character(s), (Everyone is adults), Established Relationship, Tender Sex, Light Masochism, Kissing, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Creampie

Notes: Please read all tags before starting. This was written before Episode 90 on 26/3/2025 and has been re-edited on 18/12/2025. There are very light references to the previous two stories, but it can be read standalone! Not beta read, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to point them out!

‘Excuse me, Sir!’

Bystanders murmured freely from the sidelines as Amethio paused in his step. Tightening his grip on the bag pressed to his chest, he turned around with a slow, deliberate flick of his ankle, his heeled boots clicking against concrete, the stiffness of his back natural enough to pass off as casual alarm.

‘How may I help you?’ Amethio tilted his head, a polite smile flickering over his lips. He let it drop as quickly as it appeared, furrowing his brows. ‘Officers?’

A displeased snort rumbled from Charizard beside Amethio. He appraised the two police officers—a man and a woman—with open disdain, his tail lashing against the ground as a smoke-filled huff escaped his jaw. He sidled closer to Amethio, draping a protective wing over his friend.

The officers suspected nothing; anyone would be nervous when halted by law enforcements, and a Pokémon protective of their trainer only indicated a healthy bond.

‘Ah, of course not!’ The policeman rushed to assure him, raising both hands in assurance. ‘We’ve just received a tip-off that two wanted criminals might be around the area.’

Amethio dropped his shoulders and smiled, catching the subtle way the police officers relaxed with him. They were too easy.

‘Have you seen these men before?’ The policewoman produced a tablet, holding it up for Amethio to see the screen. ‘They’re notorious criminals.’

Amethio knew what he would see even before the screen came up. As expected, displayed on the tablet was his own face, staring back at him with an unamused expression—a direct contrast to Friede’s grinning, handsome visage next to him. Feigning concentration, Amethio stared long and hard at the screen, all while Charizard ignored the photos in favour of glaring at the officers.

‘Unfortunately not,’ after some time, Amethio shook his head and stepped away. The motion jostled the bag at his chest, the leaves of a leek peeking over the rim. ‘Charizard, dear, take a look too.’

Charizard turned to the screen with great reluctance, the policeman obviously stifling a smile as his colleague made small talk. The policewoman innocently inquired about the contents of Amethio’s bag, which he was more than happy to show the groceries inside; to be made into a lovely dinner for he and his spouse, Amethio claimed.

Charizard interrupted them with a loud grumble.

‘He has not seen these men either,’ Amethio bowed his head apologetically. ‘Sorry about my Charizard, by the way, he’s the protective type.’

Amethio hooked an arm beneath Charizard’s head, pulling the Pokémon closer to press a kiss to the side of his snout. Like magic, Charizard’s open hostility transformed into gentle affection. He nuzzled closer to Amethio with a satisfied snort; together, they made the perfect illusion of Pokémon and trainer.

‘It’s alright! It’s heartening to see that they love you so much,’ the policewoman laughed, tucking the tablet back under her arm. ‘We’re sorry for springing this on you as well.’

‘Truth is, one of the criminals we showed you also owns a Charizard,’ the policeman added, rubbing the back of his neck when Charizard’s glare returned. ‘And the other wields technology that helps him change disguises quickly.’

Amethio pretended not to notice the way they zeroed in on his wrists. They first looked at his right hand, tucked beneath Charizard’s chin, and glanced to his left after noting it bare—which was even easier to see, pressed against his grocery bag. Amethio wore black fingerless gloves, a staple of trainers everywhere, that exposed his pale, and very much empty, wrists. The only adornment that decorated his arms was a plain yet elegant golden ring, wrapped snugly around his wrist.

Satisfied with her survey, the policewoman sought an excuse to end their conversation: a sign that Amethio passed their secret interrogation with flying colours.

‘We shan’t steal you from your spouse any longer, sir,’ the policewoman made a big show of staring at his wedding band, her smile transforming into a grin. ‘Thank you for your cooperation.’

‘Then, if you’ll excuse me,’ Amethio nodded, scratching at Charizard’s chin. The light of the setting sun reflected rainbows off his gold ring. ‘Good luck with your search.’

The officers gave him a flyer with some information on the “criminals” before leaving to speak with a staring passer-by. Amethio handed the paper to his partner as they neared their home base, Charizard reducing the flyer to ashes over a nearby bin once they were far enough. Amethio supposed that Lady Luck had yet to forsake them. He wished the police luck with interrogating every trainer with a Charizard, considering how common the species was as a whole.

Acting natural came all too easy to Amethio, reading the law enforcement even simpler. He stroked Charizard between the wings as they walked, exactly as he knew the Pokémon liked it, offering his thanks to his wonderful co-star. Charizard was just as shrewd and affectionate as his real trainer, the former a useful trait to have when one was on the run.

The sky was a dazzling gradient of purples and oranges by the time Amethio reached his flat. He knocked on the door three times, paused, and then twice: a code to inform the occupants inside of his identity. They were not the only ones who utilised disguises, after all.

The door opened a crack to reveal a sliver of Ceruledge’s gleeful face. Amethio returned Charizard to his Poké Ball and slipped inside, locking the door behind him with a click.

Someone immediately went thundering towards him. Before a pair of arms could crush him in an embrace, Amethio flung the Poké Ball at his assailant.

Friede yelped in protest, forced to catch his partner instead, giving Amethio the time to fasten the extra chain lock on the door. Temporarily giving up on getting his hug, Friede petted the ball a few times in greeting, apologising to his partner for the umpteenth time for the tiny, one-room flat that Charizard was too big to wander about freely.

‘Welcome home~!’ Friede sang with the same grin as the one on his wanted poster. ‘My cute husband!’

‘For the last time, the ring is part of the disguise,’ Amethio tugged said ring off his finger for emphasis, laying it atop the kitchen counter. His gloves followed shortly after. ‘You’re the one who insists on wearing the matching pair.’

Amethio removed his wig and hair net next, the blond bob making way for his natural, two-toned strands, cascading below his collarbones. Wavy like a flickering flame, Amethio flipped them over his shoulder the way he remembered his mother did too little times before. He deposited his disguise and the bag of groceries beside his ring.

A tap of metal on his hip spurred Amethio to look. Ceruledge balanced a small container on the flat side of his flaming blade, opened for Amethio to divest himself of his contact lenses. Amethio accepted the container with a soft word of thanks. As he stroked the smooth helmet of his partner, Friede watched him with a fondness that had heat crawling up the length of his spine.

In the past, he would have cursed the flutter in his chest, but there was no need to at preset. He basked in the feeling while putting away his contact lenses, leaving it in the pile of items that crowded the counter.

‘I got stopped by the police looking for us,’ Amethio brushed past Friede as he spoke, making a Combeeline for the bed in their combined living-and-bedroom. ‘We’ll have to move soon, preferably tomorrow morning.’

Ceruledge skipped to Friede’s side, the professor pulling out his Poké Ball for him to return to. Friede followed Amethio out of the kitchen, depositing their partners on the sofa where they rolled towards each other.

Containing only a modest kitchen, sofa, table, and a bed, there were no paintings to brighten up the clinical white walls of the flat nor were there flowers to grace their low, sparse table. Their flat was a temporary living space, after all, not a proper home. With nothing to get attached to, there was nothing to mourn when they were inevitably left behind.

‘Boo, just as I was getting cosy here,’ Friede’s sigh rang hollow in Amethio’s ears. Should he turn around, Amethio knew he would still see Friede smiling; though it shall not reach his eyes. ‘Being a wanted criminal is so tough.’

Their backpacks remained always packed for that very reason. Tucked at the foot of the bed, they contained everything two outlaws needed for the road; a constant reminder of the life they lead.

‘You should be grateful that I’m the one who found you,’ Amethio kicked off his shoes and clambered onto the bed, already dreading their imminent moving. ‘At least I know how to avoid the law.’

‘Obviously! Thanks for everything, babe!’ Friede flopped down next to Amethio without asking, the mattress sinking under their combined weight. He took Amethio’s hand into his own and slipped something onto Amethio’s finger. ‘I guess I should be grateful that you turned down my offer to join the Rising Volt Tacklers once upon a time.’

A whole lot of good that did, Amethio almost blurted, but the ring stopped him in his tracks. It was bright around his slender finger, though Friede’s smile—actually genuine—far outshone the glittering gold. Amethio bit back his bitter thoughts and plucked his hand from Friede’s grasp.

He lay down on the soft bed, the pillow warm beneath his head; Friede must have laid it in not too long ago. A pair of arms snaked around Amethio’s hips as Friede descended next to him. Exhausted by their prospects for the future, Amethio permitted Friede to hold him close.

Past him would be mortified to see where he was now: playing at lovebirds while being hunted, indulging in stupid domestic fantasies and egregious physical intimacy with his ex-nemesis whom he found on death’s door just a few months ago, no thanks to his former colleague.

It flew in the face of everything he once stood for.

‘It’s been nearly a year, huh?’ Friede buried his face into Amethio’s hair, brushing his lips over silken locks. Amethio allowed the ensuing shudder to run through him. ‘I wonder how the others are doing.’

Amethio said nothing. He twisted around to wrap his arms around Friede’s middle, folding himself into his companion’s body with practiced ease. Having been the biggest advocate for burying one’s feelings until they broke for most his life, comforting others was not Amethio’s strong suit. He usually relied on Friede to be the bubbly one in their relationship; the carefree pillar who kept them both sane in the depths of darkness, unfazed even as the world turned against them.

However, unlike him, Friede had lost so much more to the cruel whims of both man and fate; the fact he still smiled was a testament to his strength.

‘…Friede,’ out of options, Amethio fell back on the one tactic that never failed. ‘Kiss me.’

Amethio lifted his head and closed his eyes, relaxing in the comforting weight of Friede’s arms as a pair of lips promptly covered his. Amethio opened his mouth, permitting entry to Friede’s inquisitive tongue, their bodies moving to a familiar, invisible melody. They knew the dance all too well, as, after all, entertainment was limited in a life on the run.

Friede unbuttoned Amethio’s dress shirt with one hand, the other entangling itself into his flowing locks. Their tongues swirled around each other with the gentleness of a raging Tauros. Amethio prodded the back of Friede’s mouth, spurring tender lips to clamp around his tongue in protest, a soft suck extracting a moan from Amethio’s willing throat. Friede hastily removed and threw Amethio’s shirt to the ground with great prejudice, his belt, trousers, and briefs following shortly after. The ring stayed on.

‘On the bright side of things,’ Friede pulled away with a gasp, breaking the string of saliva that connected their lips with a playful swipe of his tongue. ‘I get to have you as my darling husband.’

Amethio did not correct Friede, simply shutting him up with another harsh kiss. Fully naked, his cock stirred against the bulge in Friede’s trousers, demanding the touch of the man who knew him inside out. He groped at Friede’s crotch while tugging at his partner’s shirt, the article of clothing flying off the bed soon after to join his own on the floor. The obvious stirring in Amethio’s palm notified him of the lack of protection beneath Friede’s trousers, as if their exact situation was planned from the start. The bottle of lubricant suspiciously left by the pillow only confirmed his hypothesis.

Friede undressed himself with great haste, some assistance from Amethio allowing them to make quick work of his clothes. They left alone the wedding band on Friede’s ring finger—seductive silver a perfect pair to glittering gold.

Amethio grabbed the lubricant and twisted off the cap. He emptied the little that remained in the bottle onto his palm; proof of the sheer number of times they fell into bed together. Amethio made a realisation: he could not recall the last time Friede or he slept separately from the other. Since when had the distance between them disappeared?

He had no time to ponder, not when Friede clambered atop him and planted both palms on either side of his head. Friede’s laugh at Amethio’s knotted brows brimmed with warmth. Friede’s libido exhausted Amethio on most days, old wounds and ugly scars doing little to deter Friede from seeking his carnal affections, but trapped beneath the stupidly alluring professor, Amethio melted like pliant wax, embarrassment replaced with the fierce longing to have Friede, wholly connected with him body and soul.

He refused to admit his appreciation of Friede’s open admiration of his body. He knew Friede was aware of it all the same.

Amethio took Friede’s cock into his hand, his scarred palm eliciting an electrifying hiss from his partner. The coolness of the ring shielded him from the passion of Friede’s heated skin. Amethio slathered lubricant over the professor’s cock with quick, deliberate pumps, the familiar weight in his hand dragging his heart down to his loins, affection flaring through both their bodies where hand and cock intertwined.

The perfunctory stroking was more to lubricate Friede than to actually pleasure him, but the harrowing desire for more ignited within Amethio nevertheless. He blamed the blazing gaze that Friede subjected him to.

‘You always know how to make me happy,’ Friede snickered, leaning back to drink in the sight of Amethio, admiring the demure pink that flooded Amethio’s pale cheeks. ‘You’re beautiful, babe.’

‘Quiet,’ Amethio increased his grip, the yelp he elicited tempering his embarrassment. He guided Friede to his unprepared rear with more force than necessary. ‘Just put it in already.’

Exactly as requested, a sharp thrust cut Amethio off, pain erupting through his body with torrid pleasure overpowering it shortly after. His body embraced Friede with little protest despite the lack of preparation. Ecstasy seeped straight into his bones, turning him soft and malleable in Friede’s arms. Amethio had grown used to Friede’s shape, Friede’s warmth, Friede’s love that he delivered with each buck of his hips. It could not have differed more from the other men Amethio slept with before; those men did not prepare him as they were impatient; Friede did not prepare him as Amethio was impatient.

Amethio threw his arms around Friede’s neck, dragging the professor into a desperate kiss. Save for the initial breach, Friede inched his way into Amethio with great care, dragging the length of his cock over oversensitive walls. Amethio let out a muffled cry, the burn of the stretch aggravating his cravings for more, the grin against his mouth only feeding his vigour.

Friede was long and thick, though not big enough to hurt Amethio to the point of distress; the absolute perfect size. Friede exuded a warmth that incinerated Amethio’s shame and pride, spurring him to cling to Friede as if the universe would steal his love away the moment he freed Friede from the cage of his limbs. Amethio struggled to breathe with Friede’s tongue down his throat, his chest heaving at the gradual stretch; the slow, tantalising slide of Friede’s cock deeper into his body. Sparks exploded behind Amethio’s eyelids, his fingers tangling themselves through Friede’s snowy hair. Just like Amethio’s, his hair was longer than before, from the past that could be a lifetime ago.

‘Fuck,’ Friede whimpered as Amethio broke away to breathe, chasing his lips with an eager tongue. ‘You’re so tight—!’

The slow rocks reverberated through Amethio with the force of an earthquake, Friede’s low groans rumbling through his body as aftershocks. Amethio sucked in a deep, haggard breath, forcing himself to relax around the cock that twitched viciously against his prostate. The pain never lasted with Friede; only pleasure remained to envelop Amethio whole. Friede radiated with heat, with love, and looking at him almost hurt. Yet, Amethio threw himself happily beneath Friede’s rays anyway.

It was just them in that little room: two souls entangling themselves together, two hearts beating as one.

Friede wrapped a hand around Amethio’s cock, stroking Amethio in tandem with his hurried thrusts. Amethio arched his back into Friede’s torso, the ring searing against his sensitive cock, branding him in ways he never knew possible. He tugged Friede’s hair, scraping blunt nails through his lover’s scalp.

Amethio bucked into Friede’s fist while Friede pushed into him, slow yet desperate, gentle yet powerful. Gasps tumbled freely from Amethio’s lips. Friede pumped excruciating ecstasy through him with each perfect strike against his prostate, bruising grip constricting further around his cock.

As he whimpered around Friede’s cock, Amethio thought about how they were going to get the life they deserved. Amethio would tear apart heaven and earth for Friede to see the Rising Volt Tacklers again. Friede would be allowed to embrace them exactly as he did with Amethio, bask in their long-missed presence, and reminisce about better days. Just as how Amethio still had Zirc and Onia to rely on, Friede must reunite with his friends.

As he dragged Friede into another kiss, Amethio fumed about how people like Friede—people like himself—belonged under the sun, meant to relish in each other without a care, high strung and desperate for touch. Friede was born to be above him and he below Friede, locked in a tangle of limbs and lust. Making love as the world crumbled around them was not their promised future.

As he felt the heat pool at the base of his belly, pleasure sapping the strength from his muscles, Amethio dreamt about an adventure with Friede. They would spend their days exploring through the wide, wide world, passing their nights in the passionate embrace of each other beneath a sky blanketed by stars.

As he felt the crushing rush of his impending orgasm, Amethio mustered the courage to utter the three words that plagued him. Be it his best days or his worst, the feelings he bore stayed stubborn in the depths of his heart. Friede had burrowed deep into his soul and made a home for them in there. There was no other way to describe the agony they shared as anything else.

‘Friede,’ Amethio cried as the claws of climax shredded through him. He spilt himself all over Friede. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too,’ with Friede, one never needed to hesitate or second guess themselves. Their matching rings, bought at some random store on some random day, bore the promise of that. ‘I will never, ever, forget to tell you that.’

Friede stroked Amethio through his explosive orgasm, wringing out every last drop of semen from his convulsing body. He slammed all the way in at the same time, burying himself as deep as he could, filling the cracks and crevices that made up Amethio with his love. Like everything else about him, Friede’s climax was searing. Amethio relished in the heat that flooded him, the shallow rutting of Friede’s hips, the press of metal against his whimpering cock…

Amethio released Friede to pluck the his lover’s hand off his length, twining their fingers together in a firm hold. They lay together in silence as dreary reality returned to them piece by piece. Even as the hymn of heaven sang its last note, Friede remained buried deep in Amethio.

‘We’ll get it back: our lives, our freedom, our dreams—’ Amethio rambled like a man desperate for vengeance. ‘I’ll officially join the Rising Volt Tacklers, I swear.’

‘You will,’ Friede pulled him in for another deep kiss, voice thick with devotion. ‘And I’ll be the first to welcome you home, Amethio.’

Friede laid kisses over Amethio’s flushed cheeks, his sharp, neat brows, and his fluttering eyelashes that framed his piercing eyes, smouldering with a myriad of emotions. There was nothing more to say after that. Their matching rings kissed around their fingers, one gold, one silver, and Amethio and Friede fell into each other once more.

Tomorrow they would survive. Today they would live.

Ending Notes: Back then, I fell out of the Pokémon fandom and when I returned, Friede apparently fucking “died” 🤣 This was my headcanon back then on what happened during the time skip. I written this (in a 3 hour sitting from 12-3am…) mostly because I wanted to end off the series, but also the thought of Friede becoming a criminal with Amethio was WAY too funny to pass up.

I took too long trying to figure out how to conclude the series so Horizons goes and does it for me HAHAHA

I’m quite surprised we got a canonical time skip, considering we got Mr 10 years old for 25 years Ash, but I loved it! This ship holds a very special place in my heart as my first work on AO3 after a few years of no writing… so I do hope that you found it a pleasant read!

Thank you so much for stopping by! I would love to hear what you thought of this alternate universe! Kind comments mean the world to me!

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