Title: What you make of it
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #13, Skin
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: Shonen-ai

This isn’t love, he whispers, as he holds Red close, stroking his sweat-damp hair. It’s nothing but skin on skin, mutual pleasure, that’s all. It’s not right for them to be doing this, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and no one will question them anyways – if they are discreet.

Why? Red wants to know. What’s wrong if he loves Lance? They’re both boys, but that isn’t important, is it?

Lance shakes his head, places his fingertips on Red’s lips, and it’s hard, so hard to lie, when his eyes are betraying the truth, but they can’t ever allow it to become anything more than sex. They’re important, too important to Indigo, as chess pieces and pawns – no, not pawns, but brilliant shining almost-Queens, who are leashed and tied and displayed for the world to see. They need to protect, and if one of them dies, the other must go on, despite the pain.

He tries to say as much, but Red just blinks at him, so Lance settles for kissing him, slowly, and reminding himself that this isn’t a permanent situation, not at all, so he had better enjoy it while it lasts.

Red doesn’t think this much, but he knows that yes, he does love Lance and the rest of the League can hang, which isn’t very patriotic, but at least he’s earnest and honest to himself, which is something Lance can’t do yet.

It’s all right. Red will wait for Lance to understand, and times to change, and maybe, they can be together and in love. Someday.

End Fic

Completed 6/5/07

Aww… I feel sad for them, but Lance is so responsible that sometimes it grates my nerves…

Lance: …
Red: *Hugs Lance*