Title: Buzz
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #50, Spike
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 didn’t mean for it to happen, really! How was Red supposed to know that inviting Brock to a party was a bad idea? The Pewter trainer had seemed dependable enough when he had met him on his journey, and they needed another guy so they’d have ten people total, since that was how many reservations he had made, but…

Honestly, he hadn’t known that Brock was so desperate to get laid that he’d spike the punch!

As it were, Lance just rolled his eyes when Brock started hitting on Bruno. He seemed oddly unaffected. That should have been Red’s first clue that something was very wrong. No matter how calm Lance was, what those two were doing was bordering on public sex and Red was no voyeur!

Red tugged at Lance’s hand. “Lance….”

“Hmm?” The Dragon Master’s eyes were slightly unfocused. Red gulped. He could see the dilation in the pupils and feel how fast Lance’s heart was beating. There was definitely something wrong!

“Let’s go, please?”

Lance chuckled as Red began tugging at his hand. “Trying to get me into bed, Champion?”

“No-yes-I mean-.” Red stammered, unable to come up with a reply. He wound up half-carrying, half-dragging the older trainer back to his room. Lance was obviously more intoxicated than he had guessed. It was hard to tell while he was sitting, but his movements were way off!

Red groaned. This did not bode well at all…

How was he supposed to know that Lance was serious? He found out quickly enough, when Lance pinned him down and kissed him. Despite the disorientation, the Dragon Master was a lot older and stronger than he was!

Red squeaked and flailed his arms as Lance pushed him onto the bed. “L-Lance?” He gulped.

“Mmm,” Lance nuzzled Red’s cheek, before kissing him passionately. Red flushed to match his namesake as the dragon trainer slipped his tongue into his mouth. This was wrong, wasn’t it? They were both boys, but…

He couldn’t deny that the feeling was good. Still, he didn’t want to throw away all their friendship just for one night of drunken sex! Lance would probably wake up in the morning and regret it and be mad and Red wasn’t about to take advantage while Lance was not in his usual state of mind! If the Dragon Master found out afterwards, he would be really angry!

Red tried to push Lance off, but he was heavy!

“L-Lance… don’t…”

Golden eyes blinked fuzzily at him. “Why not?” He slurred.

“Because it’s not right!” Red wanted to cry. He wanted this, and his body wasn’t complaining, but it just couldn’t be! They weren’t lovers!

In response, Lance tipped Red’s chin up and kissed him again. Red struggled, before he noticed that Lance’s eyes weren’t clouded any more.

“What if I want to?”

Red blinked. “Huh?”

“I’m not drunk, Champion.” Lance smirked. “So, does that change anything?”

Did that change anything? It changed everything! How was Red supposed to know that Lance knew how to fake being tipsy?

Red pouted, and then kissed Lance back, relieved. “Yes.”

Lance grinned, and went back to what he was doing, and Red enjoyed it very much.

End Fic!

Completed 10/18/07

Red is nice. ^^