Title: One Prick Away (Ash’s Sexual Adventures Part III)
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping/WataShi (Lance x Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #71, Needle

Rating: NC-17
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: Misuse of chemical substances, shonen-ai, PWP, dubious consent, object penetration

 

            Ash had wanted to take a quick shower and get out of there before Lance did anything else crazy, like chain him back up, but the hot water was nice and it only made his cuts sting a little. Kind of nice, actually…

            He wasn’t quite sure what to do. Afterwards, he came out wrapped in a bathrobe, but all Lance did was run his eyes over him a bit and then make dinner. Sandwiches. It wasn’t particularly fancy, but Ash didn’t care.

            He was not quite sure what to say or feel though.

            The sex had been harsh and rough, but damn it had been great, and he actually, perverse as it was, was looking forwards to seeing what Lance would do or try next.

            It was almost exciting

                       

            He decided to stay the night, and surprisingly, Lance did not molest him in bed, though he guessed that the dragon trainer was also tired from all the exertions they had been through. The next morning, Ash woke up and helped himself to cereal and milk, since Lance had already left, presumably to go to work, and pondered.

            As Champion, unless he had another challenger, he didn’t have much to do right now. Kanto was pretty peaceful, Team Rocket was not being much of a threat, and…

            Hmm.

            Maybe he could grow used to this.

 

            He found the first-aid kit and dabbed some iodine and such on his marks, before flipping on the T.V.

            He wondered what Lance was doing.

 

            “Well, I think I got everything.” Charlotte said, unpacking her bag. “Here you go. Poisonpowder, Stun Spore, estrogen, progesterone, oxytocin…”

            “Excellent.” Lance smiled. “And the last one?”

            “Check.” The psychiatrist smirked. “Have fun, love.”

            “Oh believe me, I will.” Lance said.

            Charlotte rested her chin on her hands, looking at Lance from across the coffee table. “Ash really does love you, you know.” She said.

            “I know.” Lance shook his head. “But knowing it isn’t enough. He has to prove it. Words can be so false, after all…”

            “I see.” She said. “Well, enjoy.”

            Lance nodded, and waved goodbye to her, packing up the vials and syringes.

            He and Ash would… play some more tonight.

 

            Ash was half-asleep when Lance came home, sprawled out on the couch. He had considered some things but his decision was made.

            Lance was definitely a better lay than Gary had been, though seeing this side of him was surprising.

            No, he didn’t think he’d go back to Gary. Rumor was that the trainer was sleeping with Koga now. Well, the Poison Master was welcome to him!

            Ash was pretty sure that he was better off like this.

 

            Lance said nothing, although what he slipped into Ash’s lemonade was up for grabs. The trainer drank it all unquestioningly; unsure of what would happen next.

            Would Lance punish him again?

            He rather hoped so…

 

            A few minutes later, the drug kicked in, and Ash was startled to feel a strange buzzing sensation underneath his skin. He stared at Lance, open-mouthed.

            “You trust too easily.” Lance smirked.

            The trainer for Pallet gasped. It felt like his skin was on fire, and the feelings intensified as he sat there, unmoving. His clothing suddenly felt constricting, and to his horror, he was shaking from the force of the sensations.

            “W-What did you do?”

            “Oh… something interesting.” Lance said. “Don’t worry; I didn’t use a large enough dosage to kill you.”

            “Did you poison me?” Ash gasped.

            “Ah, yes.” Lance smirked. “Diluted Poisonpowder. I’ve always wondered how it would work internally.”

            Lance paused, studying Ash critically. “Perhaps I overestimated the dosage.” He sighed, before reaching in his jacket and drawing out a syringe.

            Antidote, Ash recognized fuzzily. What was he…? His question was answered when Lance pushed him onto the couch, and spread his legs, before pushing his shirt up.

            He wasn’t going to… Ash screamed as Lance plunged the needle into his navel. He could feel the Antidote moving through his system now, a sluggish coldness, but it tingled, and that was when Lance kissed him.

            “You shouldn’t trust me, Champion…” He leered. “I can break you so easily, you know…”

           

            Ash was in no condition to argue. His pupils were dilated, and despite the Antidote, his breath was still coming harshly. Lance kissed him again, and slowly ran his hands down the boy’s chest, before tossing his shirt aside. His fingers closed over Ash’s nipples as he began to stroke, slowly, causing Ash to whimper as the little nubs were teased to hardness.

            “I do believe you’re enjoying this,” Lance purred languidly. Perhaps he ought to try later, coat his blades in venom. It would be interesting to see how things played out…

            Ash healed remarkably quickly though. The cuts he had made the day before had already healed, though he could see faint white scar-marks.

            Lovely.

           

            A thought struck him then, and he heard Ash moan as he ran his fingers lightly over his sac. Lance eased his legs apart slightly more, and then, with a wicked grin, inserted the needle into Ash’s opening.

            The boy bucked up with a cry, feeling a sharp pain as the tip pierced inside of him, and began to shake from side to side, but Lance pressed an arm down over his stomach, keeping him pinned, while he used the other hand to slide the needle in and out of his body. True, the six-inch tube was slimmer and shorter than his cock, but the repeated sharp jabs made Ash wail, especially when one particularly violent thrust sent him into a panting fit, dripping cum down his front.

            “You’re no match for me.” Lance crooned, and as Ash tried to focus, he had to agree.

            But somehow, he didn’t… mind being dominated as much as he should have.

 

End Fic

Started 7/15/07

… Yeah. Using needles like that is probably dangerous. Good thing this is fiction! And I tried to incorporate some poison play. Hmm. Still need to work on that…