Title: Not a whore
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #19, Whore

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: Shonen-ai

 

            He knows what they whisper about him, about them, and he draws the Champion closer into his embrace, cloak pooling around them like a dark angel’s wings. He knows what they murmur and what they whisper, but they are lies, all lies, and he would never betray his darling Champion. Never. He would rather die first.

            Red is innocent, so prettily innocent, with eyes like rubies and long dark hair, and he’s powerful, and Lance likes that very much.

            Red thinks Lance is pretty too, with eyes molten gold and hair like blood, and perhaps if he weren’t so in love he would realize those things are not normally associated with beauty, but he doesn’t care. He’s heard what they whisper about him, the Dragon Master’s whore, and he doesn’t care, because Lance is the only person he would ever bend over for. The only thing that makes him really angry is that they think he slept with Lance to get his Championship and that just isn’t true!

            No, it isn’t true, Lance agrees, because he doesn’t share, and Red is his now, his alone, and the last woman who tried to get into the Champion’s pants was found with her throat cut. It took them three weeks to find all the missing pieces too.

            So they smile, even as Lance tips Red’s chin up in a kiss, which the Champion eagerly returns, and they ignore the hissing whispers.

            Fools.

 

End Fic

Completed 4/5/07

Stupid bloody evil speech…

Oh well, at least the Public Speaking class will be over soon!