Title: Manipulation
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red/Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #38, Control
Rating: NC-17
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, PWP

Red whimpered as Lance smirked at him. It wasn’t fair – his lover had the ability to make him feel hot and ready with a single glance. He could feel his cock sit up and pay attention, never mind that across the banquet hall at the lectern some speaker or the other was still droning on and on about how wonderful inter-League cooperation was. Sure, Red and Lance were a good example – they had successfully molded the Johto and Kanto League seamlessly into the Indigo League System, Lance with his dashing gentlemanly nature and Red with his bright-eyed charisma, but Red thought that if the man knew what the two Champions had really been up to, between secret midnight meetings, he wouldn’t think so highly of them.

His breath caught as Lance casually slid a hand down to rest between his legs. Red glanced down into the mashed potatoes on his plate, eyeing the leftover rotisserie chicken as though it held the answer to life’s mysteries. Of course, it didn’t, but he had to keep his mind on something before Lance distracted him completely. He bit down on his lip as he felt the zipper on his jeans slide down, and his jeans being pushed to mid-thigh. He knew he was hard, a small mound visible through his white briefs. He clenched his eyes shut as Lance began to stroke him through his underwear, and the tip of his erection poked out of the flap in front. It was very useful because he didn’t have to take off his underwear to pee, but now Lance was totally exploiting the design. The Dragon Master smirked as his fingers closed around the crown, beginning to stroke. Red hastily picked up his glass of water and took a large gulp, trying to conceal the blush steadily mounting in his cheeks as those dry fingers worked over his knob, becoming smeared with the precum steadily leaking from his slit. The feeling of slick digits moving over his length slowly coaxed him out of his pants, inch by inch, and he realized that the man up on stage was still babbling on while he was hard and hanging out and about to come!

What could he do? He could hardly leave, it would be rude, but the idea was becoming more and more appealing, and if Lance didn’t stop soon, propriety be damned, he’d probably grab the Dragon Master and kiss him in front of the entire audience!

The Johto Champion shot Red a smoldering glance, before he abruptly stopped. Red let out a relieved sigh, though he felt sad. Well, Lance could hardly bring him off now…

He took several deep breaths, trying to will his stiff prick to softness again, without much luck. Finally, the speaker wound down, the audience applauded enthusiastically, though Red suspected it was because they were all bored out of their skulls and thank goodness it was over!

It was amazing how fast the small group of councilmen, Champions, gym leaders, and Elite Trainers vacated the premises. The old man up on stage had slipped out of a side door, and now they were all alone.

Lance smirked. “We can get back to business now, can’t we, Champion?” He crooned. Red flushed, as Lance slid to his knees in front of him, before cupping his balls through the fabric. The Kanto Champion bit back a moan as Lance started to stroke his family jewels, even as the other Champion winked and began licking a long line of saliva down his shaft.

“Ahhhh! Lance!” Red screamed, as he felt himself peak, fingers digging into the edges of the chair, his entire body convulsing as he came, splattering his partner’s face and chest with jism. Rivulets of cum ran down Lance’s face and dripped out of his hair, as he purred.

The Dragon Master coyly licked his lips, before pulling Red into a kiss, grinning.

“Did that help with the boredom?”

“Definitely,” Red murmured, after he had caught his breath. “You rock.”

Lance chuckled, as he felt Red break off the kiss, pausing to lick his cheek. He smiled, letting his eyes fall closed as Red cleaned him of his jizz.

“I can’t do anything about your hair, but hopefully we’ll look presentable in case any reporters ambush us outside.” Red grinned, as Lance tucked him back in with a few more squeezes for good measure.

“Mm, though I expect you’ll return the favor tonight.”

“Of course!” Red mock-saluted, and they left the banquet hall.

End Fic

Completed 4/23/07

I wish I didn’t have to do my chemistry presentation, and the evil, evil persuasive speech. And Phantomness researches men’s underwear to make her fics slightly more accurate *cough* sometimes. And Lance likes to give Red head. ^^

And many thanks to the Literotia.com article, ‘How to blow a guy in his underpants’, it was very helpful!