Title: Lash
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red/Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #61, Leather

Rating: PG-13
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, fanon

 

            The leather feels slick and smooth against his fingertips, and he smirks as he flicks the whip easily, a single lash. The noise drives the huddled prisoners back, and he smiles at their fear. They should be afraid. After all, they’re lost now and they’re all going to die for their treason. It makes him smile, and he coils his whip back into a neat loop and waltzes out. He can hear a few of them muttering, and the wind whispers before they attack him, but then there are blades on his fingertips and he smiles coldly as he pins the boy to a wall.

            “I don’t have time for you.” He purrs. “Cross me again and you’ll see the other side, ne?” He’s almost dancing, but not quite, and he smiles as he feels the other one step into the room.

            Red eyes rake the crowd, before the owner sighs. “Lance, you should have just killed them all.”

            “I thought you didn’t like needless killing, Red.” Lance smirks, but his smile widens. “Besides, I’m sure your darlings could use some more experience.”

            Red chuckles, and takes the whip from Lance. “I’ll deal with it myself then. Charlotte’s been trying to teach me some of her rope maneuvers, I might as well practice myself.”

            It’s a blur for most of the watchers, cut down barely seconds into the fray, and Lance watches Red’s eyes light up as razor steel slides out of it’s confines. He’s happy, and Lance likes making Red happy. After all, if Red is happy than the balance is safe and the pokémon will be fine

            They finish, and then Red kisses him, and the flames burn the evidence away.

            It doesn’t really take long before the world surrenders.

 

End Fic

Completed 4/8/07

Writing while cramming is bad… creates crazy brain chemicals, ne? ^^