Title: Sorrow
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red/Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #48, Sorrow

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: AU, Shonen-ai, cross-dressing, gender ambiguity, bondage, suicide

Summary: Red has just hired his ex, Lance, who is disguised as a female lawyer, Wataru, to handle his divorce case.  Now, their relationship moves to the next level, and secrets are revealed…

 

            “We did it!” Red cheered. The verdict was clear and the deed was done. He was free of Misty and a free man again. He grinned as he grabbed Wataru’s hands and spun her around, causing her to laugh, startled, and drop her briefcase. Her hair had escaped from its bun during the heated debates, now falling around her face in soft brown bangs, and it made her look years younger. She gave him a tired smile, but it was a smile all the same. The trial was over. The ruling had gone through. She had succeeded.

            He owed her so much, though her fees were reasonable, he still felt as though she had saved him from a fate worse than death (and marrying Misty had been such a mistake). So when he suggested that they go out for dinner to celebrate, she smiled, and he missed the tightening in her golden eyes.

            Dinner was delicious, pasta and wine, and maybe he did drink a bit too much but he didn’t protest when she suggested he stay the night at her house. She invited him in, and made coffee, and for a long time, they just sat on the couch together and cuddled a bit. Red liked being cuddled, but he was still horny so when they adjourned to the bedroom, he didn’t mind listening to her suggestions. It sounded kind of exciting!

            Later, he would admit that it was really strange. The metal was cold around his wrists, and he couldn’t see her – she was wearing a long t-shirt with some sort of garish pattern on the front, but it was dark, and he didn’t care. She was still wearing those spectacles, but her hair was long and falling around her face, and he didn’t mind tangling his fingers in it, before she pulled away and said they should get started.

            “I’m on my period,” She said, “So you’ll have to take me …”

            He nodded. He was surprised though, but not really, and it was odd to be on the bottom since he was used to lots of sex with the guy on top, but maybe this would be fun. It was different at least, and as he moved against her, he had to admit that it was getting hard to think and she was tight and hot around his length and oh yes

            Lance was rather detached as he felt Red move. It was painful, of course, but he deserved the pain. It was better this way, better that he not feel anything, better if all his memories of the Pallet Trainer were tainted, because hadn’t Red broken him the first time around? So he wouldn’t fall in love, would not succumb, and then he’d shatter Red’s heart and soul into a thousand pieces so the bastard would know what it felt like.

            And the pain helped, it really did, but then Red’s uneven humping brought him hard up against that point, and Lance hissed, feeling an unexpected spark of pleasure flash behind his eyes. No. This was wrong, this was so wrong…

            They shouldn’t be doing this!

            But he couldn’t escape Red’s thrusts, and he could feel his cock sit up and take attention. Lance spared a thankful thought that the bedroom was dark and Red wouldn’t see a thing, as he wrapped a hand around himself, willing the feeling to subside, but it was so hard, and it had been so long…

            He felt his vision hazing out, and he bit down on his lip hard as he came silently, a single whisper escaping.

            Precious… Champion…

           

            Red gave a cry, vaguely feeling warmth around his manhood, and his wrists hurt, and he was pretty sure they were bleeding since he’d been pulling against the chains pretty hard, but wow! Wataru was so… she felt so right for him…

            And this wasn’t even proper sex! That would probably be even better!

            He lay still for a few moments, before he slid out of her. That had rocked. He felt her move then, slowly, heard the quiet click, as his handcuffs were unlocked.

            “Are you all right?” She asked quietly.

            “Sure.” He mumbled, content. He’d probably be ready for another round soon, but for now, he had to catch his breath.

            Awesome. Utterly brilliant!

            She kissed him then, perfectly chaste, and moved towards the restroom. Red lay in bed, seeing only a slightly darker silhouette in the dark. He wondered why she was so shy. Maybe she thought she was disfigured since she didn’t have a large rack?

            He liked her figure though!

 

            Lance closed the door of the bathroom behind him, cursing his weakness. He felt ill. This farce had gone on long enough. It was time to end it.

            His shaving razors were hidden behind a box of sanitary napkins. He didn’t need to shave a lot, and he counted it as a blessing – it certainly helped his disguise, but now they would serve a different purpose.

            He was such a fool. He should have come to this decision long ago!

            The blades were still relatively sharp. They would have to do.

 

            Wataru was taking an awfully long time in the bathroom. It must be a girl thing. Red sat up, before walking to the wall and turning the light on. The room was nice – the wallpaper was pastel, a pale pink that made him smile. How romantic!

            But Wataru really was nice, wasn’t she? He blushed.

            Then he saw the blood on himself and blinked. He blinked twice.

            How had that happened? Maybe she hadn’t been wearing a pad? Or the tampon had leaked, or something…

            She hadn’t said anything though. She was so considerate. And she…. She had called him precious…

            He closed his eyes, smiling. Precious.

            …. Precious Champion?

            Yes, he almost hadn’t caught the second word, but now that he thought about it, he remembered, and he remembered, long ago, another person calling him that, a boy with dark red hair and eyes as brilliant gold…wait!

            Golden eyes were rare. It couldn’t be coincidence that Wataru had them too, could it?

            Could it be?

            Before he knew what was going on, he had yanked open the bathroom door, but the golden eyes that met his were dull, and he could see long, bleeding cuts running up and down Wataru’s arms, one hand still holding a razor.

            “No!” He cried. He hadn’t been that bad in bed – had he? “Why?”

           

            The voice was familiar, so familiar, and he could have recognized it had he chosen to, but he hadn’t, and now, it seemed as though things were too late. “Because you should not love someone who doesn’t exist.” Lance said, quietly. “Because you should be happy with a real girl, not a parody of one. Because…”

            “That’s not true!” Red yelled. “It isn’t!”

            “Because I do not love you.” Lance finished. “Now please get out so I can finish this in peace.”

            Red grabbed his wrist before he could cut himself any more.

            “Please stop…”

            Lance blinked at him. His vision was already hazing out at the edges, and it was such a relief to slip into blessed darkness.

            It was finally over. He was free.

            He died smiling, which is more than most people can say, and in the end, Red cried over his grave.

 

End Fic

Started 4/29/07

Completed 5/11/07

This is actually the semi-sequel to Theme #43, Sword, in the 52cardpickup set. I don’t like Misty. And poor Lance *sniffles* Oh well…