Title: Want
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #11, Want
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. Special-verse

Warnings: Shonen-ai, AU, insanity

Red isn’t an excessive person. He takes his praise in stride and never capitalizes on his fame as Champion, for defeating Team Rocket, or even the incident at Cerise Island. He takes good care of his pokémon and doesn’t accept bribes. He could have a million dollar mansion, but he still lives in a small one-story house in Pallet Town and spends most of his time camping out with a tent and hot dogs.

Red doesn’t want many things. He wants his pokémon to be happy and their region to stay safe, and for no one to get hurt, but that’s not much to want, is it? And when Red finally finds someone just for him, it feels like he can finally have everything he’s wanted in one little package.

Red really wants Lance.

Lance is perfect, all secrets and danger wrapped in black velvet, and he has the most adorable fangs, and his eyes are golden madness and Red loves running his fingers through long bloody hair. Lance has changed, of course, but for Red he’ll always be the same Dragon Master he always was, and Red wants something that isn’t tame, because when he wants, he wants very much indeed.

His friends don’t understand – they’ll never understand, because they're different, built for healing and training and trading, but his spirit is in battle, lives in battle, he’s the only one who ever was made like that, and Lance is perfect for him. He doesn’t want Yellow, because she’s cuddly and soft and he doesn’t like cuddly and soft, except in cute pokémon. Red likes power, brilliant power, and Lance is brilliant, even though half his dragons are dead and he’s broken inside. It doesn’t matter. Red likes to play with the broken pieces of his soul, and he won’t break Lance more than he already is.

Red wants Lance like this, because Lance isn’t quite a doll but he’s close enough, and Red likes dolls that are sharp-edged and gleam bright with insanity. And sometimes, when Lance tips his head up and kisses him timidly, he likes that best of all.

He’ll never give Lance up, ever, because Red always gets what he wants in the end. So he smiles as Lance wraps silver around his wrists and smiles up into those eyes, and Lance smirks before he kisses him, and Red cheers inwardly because now Lance is exciting.

After all, Lance is all he ever wanted.

End Fic

Completed 4/5/07

Eek. Red was seriously creepy in this fic, ne? ^^

Lance: *smirks* Quite

Red: *Blush*

Phantomness: ^^ It was fun~!