Title: Love?
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red/Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #20, Love
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. Zensho-verse

Warnings: Shonen-ai

“I love you.”

“No you don’t.” Red hissed. “You’ve never loved anyone but yourself. Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying!” Green protested. “Look, I know it was rotten of me to…”

“To kill my pokémon?” Red asked coldly. “I shall never accept you for what you did to my Jigglypuff.”

“But Red, that was years ago!”

“You think time heals all wounds, do you? Then you can spend the rest of your life getting over this so-called broken heart of yours!” Red snapped. “Lance!”

The Dragon Master materialized in the doorway, golden eyes narrowed. “You called, Champion?”

“Would you mind removing this intruder?”

“Most certainly not.” Lance swept a low bow, and before Green quite knew what was happening, a strong grip had taken his wrists, dragged him down the hallway, and flung him outside the door to the inner offices. Lance smiled as he heard the doors click shut behind him, as he tapped the panel, setting the security level for Elite only.

Red was still fuming when Lance returned to his office.

“What happened?”

Red sighed. “When I wouldn’t sign his application for gym leader – this is the fourth time he’s applied this year, for Mew’s sake, and I’m never going to sign it – he started hitting on me, badly, and tried to kiss me. Pervert. I bet he just wanted to get into my pants.”

Lance coughed, and Red narrowed his eyes. “Not that I mind you doing just that. It’s different! You didn’t kill any of my pokémon!”

“I suppose…”

“Do you think I’m being harsh on him? You were the one who said all people who killed pokemon should die.”

Lance chuckled. “True.”

Red grimaced. “And I’m really not in the mood to deal with paperwork now. So would you mind throwing me over my desk and taking me?”

“Not at all…” Lance purred.

And they did.

End Fic

Completed 1/27/07

Red can be a right bastard too, if given the opportunity.

Lance: *Hugs Red*

Red: ^^