Title: Tired
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red/Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #91, Tired
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. Special-verse
Warnings: Yellow bashing, Future! Fic, possible OOCness, shonen-ai
Yellow has a habit of falling asleep at the worse times. Right now, Red would be glaring at her sleeping form if he weren’t busy fighting off those Team Galaxy grunts. Vee and Aeroy worked in tandem, bursts of Psybeam alternating with Supersonic. He watched as a Stunky collapsed under the psychic assault, to be replaced by a Purugly. His eyes narrowed, and Aerodactyl nodded, fangs flashing in a smile as he let loose Hyper Beam. Why had Oak sent her? Oh right, he hadn’t. Red would have been perfectly fine investigating alone if Yellow hadn’t stalked him all the way here. It didn’t endear him to her in the least, and with a growl, he released Venus, ordering a wide-range Sleep Powder. The Venusaur immediately responded, her flower releasing a spray of sleep-inducing pollen. Several Grunts and their pokémon dropped off to sleep immediately, and Red grinned.
He would make it out of this situation!
There was a loud noise. So. One of the Administrators had arrived. It made little difference. He watched as she released a Kadabra, snapping for Venus to use Leech Seed. She did, and he watched as the psychic-type became entangled in vines, energy slowly dwindling to nothing.
Almost done.
That was when the door opened and what looked like fifty more grunts poured in. Red cursed underneath his breath. Pikachu was guarding Yellow and so not participating in the battle, and he didn’t want to use Gyara in here. Poli was resting in his ball; one of the Golbat had poisoned him with Poison Fang earlier, so he was unavailable, but if things kept going he would have no choice!
His pokémon were strong, but continuous attacks took a lot out of them, and Aeroy shivered, as a Silver Wind attack from a Grunt’s Beautifly swept over him. What to do? What to…
If only Yellow would wake up! She wasn’t that tired, was she?
“Tyranitar! Earthquake!” A voice shouted. Red did not bother to determine who the source was, seeing the brown blur ripping through the massed Galaxy ranks. He recalled his pokémon, hopped onto Aeroy’s back, and let the fossil dragon catch his breath. The Beautifly flew closer, preparing for another attack, but a blast of fire stopped it in its tracks, and it dropped to the ground, blackened.
The Charizard huffed out a puff of smoke, before spinning around and delivering a Slash attack to a Croagunk that was trying to sneak up on it.
For several moments, the victor still seemed undecided, before the other trainer smirked. Red couldn’t see him well, but he could certainly hear, and when the voice called for Hyper Beam, he surmised that would end the battle.
When Mars and Jupiter ran in to see what was taking Saturn so long, they saw their men collapsed all over the floor. Two figures were waiting for them. One was familiar – the ninth Kanto League Champion, but the other…
Golden eyes sparkled from beneath flame-red hair. Lance sneered at them.
“Were you expecting someone else?”
“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be dead! Team Rocket told us you had perished years ago!”
Lance shrugged. “I suppose your information was wrong then. Dragonite! Slam!”
Jupiter dodged out of the way. Mars was not so lucky, and struggled to stand after being slammed into the ground by such a heavy pokémon.
Lance smirked.
Red shrugged. Lance didn’t seem to be his enemy right now, so he wasn’t going to pick a fight for no reason. He watched as Jupiter fled like a coward, before ordering a Vine Whip from Venus to tie Mars up while he dialed the police.
By the time the cops had arrived, the Dragon Master was long gone and they attributed the victory to Red’s wonderful battling skills.
Yellow was the only one who knew the real story, and only because she’d read Pika’s mind afterwards.
“I can’t believe it!”
“What?” Red asked mildly, grooming Vee’s fur with a brush as the Espeon hummed.
‘Why didn’t you throw Lance in jail too?”
“For one thing, I was too busy with the Galaxy group.” Red said sharply. “Secondly, he helped me – and I might add, you were no help whatsoever.”
He could have used her abilities to heal his pokemon…
He knew Yellow was a girl now, but it didn’t change his feelings about her. She had some horrible unrequited crush on him because he’d saved her life. He most certainly did not think the same way. She hated pokemon battling and always whined at inopportune times. Her god-complex was also irritating. She was too self-righteous for him. Plus he wasn’t sure he liked girls anyway…
Now Lance, on the other hand…
Red licked his lips. The other trainer was certainly attractive, and powerful to boot. He had no idea how Yellow had defeated Lance at Cerise, but he suspected cheating, considering her level of skills.
No, Red did not like Yellow, but she didn’t seem to get it. He was tired of being spied on all the time! Sheesh, she was such a stalker!
And now she was trying to demand explanations from him? She had no right!
Being heartily sick of her presence, he snapped out the order for a Teleport attack, and Vee nodded with a smile.
They faded away from Yellow, who only goggled, flabbergasted, and reappeared… somewhere. Red blinked.
“Where did you bring us, Vee?”
< To the person you were thinking about. > Espeon flicked her tails with a smile. A moment later, Lance walked out onto the beach, followed by his Aerodactyl.
Red colored. “Oh.”
Lance raised an eyebrow at Red. “What are you doing here?”
“I don’t know.” Red told him honestly.
< He wanted to find you. > Espeon grinned.
“Vee!” Red blushed.
“To find me?” The Dragon Master asked. “Why?”
“N-Not because I want to send you to jail or anything!” Red blurted out, deciding that Lance seemed skittish and it would be best to lay that fear to rest. “Just… um… I wanted to… talk?”
“Well then, talk away.” Lance shrugged.
Red opened his mouth, before deciding on what to say. “Why did you help me out?”
“Because I dislike Team Galaxy and the way they seek to control legendary pokémon, especially dragons – I learned my lesson at Cerise Island.” Lance said simply.
“Oh.” Red looked down. “I see.”
“Would you rather I had not interfered, Champion?”
“W-What? No! Not like that!” Red hastily ejaculated. “You saved me.”
“So I did.”
“And… um…” Red looked down. “I was wondering how to repay you, actually.”
“Your silence will do well enough.” Lance purred. “I assume you haven’t told anyone of my existence?”
“Of course not! Except…” Red frowned. “Yellow knows. But I didn’t tell her, I swear!” He quickly amended, holding up his hands. “She read Pika’s mind.”
Lance’s expression became thunderous at the mention of Pikachu, and Red snapped his mouth shut.
“Well,” The Dragon Master spoke, after a few moments of quiet contemplation, “It seems that since my earlier demand has been unsatisfactorily met, I shall have to choose another method of payment.”
That made sense, so Red nodded mutely.
He was unprepared when Lance moved, quicker than sight, and yanked him up into a kiss. He yelped, and flailed his arms and legs for a few seconds, trying to get free, before he toppled backwards onto the sand with Lance on top of him.
Lance broke off the kiss, causing Red to gasp for breath, before those lips descended again and covered his own. Red moaned, not quite sure what to do. Should he try to run away?
“L-Lance…!” He squeaked, as the man finally stopped kissing him. “What are you doing?”
“I thought it was obvious.” The Dragon Master arched an eyebrow, before sliding his hands down between Red’s legs, caressing his inner thighs. “Or are you a virgin?”
“What sort of question is that?” Red demanded, tomato in hue and trying to ignore the sensation in his groin.
“I suppose you are then.” He sighed. “Pity. I was hoping this would be quick, but if I have to teach you everything, it could take a while.”
Red’s eyes widened as Lance unzipped his jeans. “Hey, wait-.” He began, but that was when Lance reached into his boxers and grabbed his cock. His protest trailed into an inarticulate sound, and he instinctively raised his hips, trying to gain more leverage.
Lance began to move his palm up and down Red’s organ, hearing him breathe. Red closed his eyes, deciding that it wasn’t worth protesting, and began thrusting into Lance’s hand with more and more force, feeling a strange feeling building up inside. Of course, he’d masturbated a little, but this was the first time someone else had touched him there, and it was weird. Weird, but good…
Suddenly, Lance stopped. Red blinked at him, stunned.
“Why did you stop?”
Lance smirked. “Did you like that?”
“Of course I did!” Red frowned. Was that all? It didn’t quite seem fair… Besides, Lance had been making him feel good. Maybe he was supposed to do something too?
“Pity.” Lance purred, and that was when he bent down and closed his mouth over the tip of Red’s erection. Red gave a cry at the unexpected motion. The heat, the wetness, everything… it was as though his earlier arousal had just been a warm-up! He moaned as Lance seemed to swallow him down, before he could feel himself coming, jet after jet of his cum squirting down Lance’s throat.
Lance pulled off a few moments later, and Red whimpered at the loss of sensation. The Dragon Master smirked, fangs flashing as he licked his lips. Red blushed, not quite sure what to do. But that had felt so good…
“Well,” Lance crooned, “That’ll do nicely for now.”
“But what about you?” Red asked.
Lance blinked, honestly surprised. “What do you mean?”
“Um…” Red blushed. “You know, you didn’t…” He wracked his brain for an adjective, before he finally muttered, “Come.”
“Why Champion, are you offering?” Lance asked. Red wasn’t quite sure what to say – yes? No? Maybe?
“It’s all right, you know.” Lance smirked, when Red remained silent. “You’re cute.” He brushed another kiss across Red’s lips, and whistled. A moment later, his Aerodactyl came swooping down.
“Any time you want another favor, Champion, you know where to find me.” Lance grinned, before he hopped on and was off.
Red stared after Lance’s retreating figure, trying to quell the blush on his cheeks. What … what had just happened? He could taste his own semen, and it was turning him on. He buried his face in his hands, not quite sure what to say, before tucking himself back into his pants and deciding perhaps he should go home and take a cold shower.
Maybe he should take Lance up on his offer…
End Fic
Completed 4/23/07
Man, I hate using dub names. They sound so stupid, but for the purposes of assimilation, I suppose I’ll have to learn them. I’m assuming the FRLG arc didn’t happen in this story, so no Deoxys for Red!
I know Espeon can’t learn Teleport, but I’m assuming that Red taught Eevee the move back in the Red/Blue series, since Eevee *can* learn Mimic in the old Red/Blue pokemon games. So if Espeon could Mimic Teleport… which is a psychic attack, and it’s already a psychic-type…
Aha! Eevee and Espeon can learn Mimic by move tutor in FRLG. I’m good! ^^
And Lance hasn’t gotten laid in a while *cough* a long while, since I can’t see him sleeping with Bruno and afterwards he was in hiding, so! ^^