Title: Fever
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red/Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #57, Fever
Rating: R
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, AU, bestiality

“Lance? Are you all right?”

The Dragon Master’s eyes were dilated, and he was gasping for breath. Red cautiously crept up behind him, tapped him on the shoulder. Half-crazed eyes dilated with pain met his.

“L-Lance?”

“Don’t come near me…” The Dragon Master hissed, before he fled down the hallway to his room. The door slammed shut behind him, and Red blinked, wondering what in Mew’s name was going on. Was Lance sick?

That was probably it… but he was acting so strangely…

Red sighed and closed his eyes, leaning against the wall. He really was worried about Lance, but…

Now would probably not be a good time to show it.

Lance fumbled for the bottle of pills on his nightstand, cursing even as he unscrewed the bottle cap and dry-swallowed too of them. For a moment, the ebb and hum of his chaotic thoughts dimmed, but then they returned full force.

Damn it…

He couldn’t keep control of his emotions anymore... it had finally worn off…

He cursed his human nature and those blasted hormones, and also the fact that it was currently dragon breeding season, so both sides of him were clamoring to get laid but he wasn’t about to give in. Oh no, although if Red didn’t stay away from him he might end up raping the poor boy.

The thought was tempting, and he cursed inwardly as he felt heat rise in his body. Not now, damn it! He didn’t have time to deal with this!

He had to stay calm, and cold, and do his duty… and maybe it would wear off on it’s own…

His eyes flickered to the calendar. There were five more days until the cycle was over. He had to stay sane until then…

Otherwise, he might do something he regretted.

Lance sighed, before he shifted, taking dragon form. Growling, he padded into the shower and turned the cold water on full blast.

Hopefully this would help…

After two days had gone by, Red got a tad worried. It was unusual for Lance to hole up in his room, and if he were sick, well, he would need someone to take care of him, right? With that thought in mind, the Champion arrived at the door to the Dragon Master’s room with a tray of tea, a thermos of chicken soup, and a first-aid kit, prepared for the worst. He typed in the override password and was gratified to see the door slide open at his command. Walking in, he placed the tray on the table and glanced around. “Lance?”

There was no reply, but he could hear the sound of running water, and he headed to the bathroom. He was therefore quite surprised to see a white dragon, some pokemon he had never seen before – curled up in the tub.

“… Hi?”

The dragon fixed a beady blue eye on him, before suddenly, it lunged out of the spray, scattering droplets of water everywhere. Red panicked and rushed out of the door. The dragon followed.

What was going on? Where was Lance? What-. Red’s thoughts abruptly screeched to a halt as he backed into the bed. The dragon screeched and flew forwards, pinning him down securely.

In dragon from, Lance’s thoughts were less complex. Desires were still there, but there had been no mate around and that coupled with the freezing water had helped keep him under control. Now that a suitable mate had come, it was time.

Red yelped as his clothing was shredded off and before he quite knew what was happening, there was something between his legs and then there was a hard thrust that filled him completely and he hissed in pain, but as the dragon started moving, he could feel something spark beneath his eyelids and he even began to anticipate the movements, crying out as semen splattered across his skin and shiny white scales.

He could feel claws curved around his shoulders, but the pain was almost a distant afterthought, and he was vaguely aware of the passage of time outside, but his world had narrowed down to these very moments, and with a sigh, he stroked the dragon’s muzzle as it collapsed against him, folding it’s serrated wings neatly at it’s sides.

Red didn’t have the strength to push him off, and sleep claimed him quickly.

Lance blinked awake, wondering why he was in human form. He frowned as he noticed a very sweaty and naked Red cuddled up against him. What on earth…?

Memories began to filter in, and the Dragon Master cursed under his breath.

“Oh Lugia, what have I done…”

He had raped the boy he was secretly in love with… sexually abused him… Lance carefully untangled himself from Red’s tight grip, but the movement caused the younger trainer to wake, and he blinked up at the Dragon Master fuzzily.

“Lance? What are you doing here? Where’s the dragon?”

Lance sighed. “I am the dragon, Red.”

Red blinked a few more times, before he shrugged. “Oh. Well, are you feeling better now?”

“Am I… Red, are you all right? Merciful Mew, I just raped you!”

Red shrugged.

“I…I can’t… I’m sorry…” Lance sighed, as he shook his head. “I never intended for this to happen…”

Red just continued to stare at him.

“It would have been better… even if I had died from this... Lugia, Red, I never wanted to hurt you…”

“Well, it didn’t really hurt, I mean, at first it did, but then it just felt nice.” Red told Lance. “There’s no need to get so worked up about it. It was only sex.”

Only sex…

Something withered and died in the Dragon Master’s chest at that comment, and he nodded. “You’re right, Red. I’m overreacting.”

Red beamed, pleased, and hugged Lance. “But you are better now, right?”

“Mm.”

“So what happened? Why did… you know, this happen?” Red seated himself on the bed, patted the space next to him. Lance sat next to him and attempted to gather his scattered thoughts.

“I am… half-pokémon, and unfortunately, this is the month when my species goes into heat…”

“Ohh…” That made sense. “I’m glad I could help then.”

He saw no lie shining in Red’s eyes, and that gave him enough confidence to move forwards, to keep speaking. “I am sorry, Red. I think of you as a great friend, but I never intended to hurt you.”

Red waved Lance off. “I don’t blame you. If you were only acting on instinct, it doesn’t matter. I don’t hold it against you at all.”

True, that, but…

Maybe it was just sex between friends. Lance nodded, not trusting his voice any further, and they showered separately and that was the end of the affair.

Right?

End Fic

Completed 1/26/07

If Lance is Lugia’s child, why isn’t he a Lugia? Well, I decided it was because Lance is a half-breed, half human half dragon, so it’s something different.

This will have a sequel, because I don’t want an angsty ending! *Nods*