Title: A Medical Mix-up (Part I of Ash’s Sexual Adventures)
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping/WataShi (Lance x Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: (Theme Set V) Theme #88, Treatment

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: Shonen-ai, Crack, PWP, fanon, partner betrayal, rough sex

Dedication: Raccoon Blue

 

            A small, round package was sitting on the doorstep. Lance eyed it dubiously, before he sighed, picked it up, and went indoors. After tearing off the gaudy pink paper covered with cherubs, he found inside a single bottle of pills. Bluish-white.

            Ah. So Charlotte had sent his next month’s supply of antidepressants. The Dragon Master smiled, sent a thankful prayer to Lugia, and then popped two of them into his mouth, swallowing quickly. Sitting down on the couch with a copy of the Daily Kantonian newspaper, he glanced over the headlines and waited for the customary dampening of his emotions to occur.

            It was a pity they had to disguise the fact, but knowing that the Champion of the Johto League was taking medications would be bad for public image, so Lance kept his psychiatric dealings under wraps. He had no desire to announce his mental state to the world, in any case…

           

            A knock at the door interrupted his reverie, and he stood. Ash stood there, hat in hands, looking slightly sheepish. Surprisingly, he had not brought Pikachu with him. Lance felt a flash of rage, but shoved it down and opened the door.

            “Come in.” He said brusquely. Ash did, looking as though he wished to be any other place than here.

            Lance frowned. Why was Ash acting so meek? It was his fault their relationship had fallen apart!

            Ever since he had caught Ash cheating on him with Gary six months ago, he had terminated their relationship – and even their friendship. Now dealings between the two were strictly professional, Champion-to-Champion.

            Ash regretted it, of course, but Lance had never quite given him the chance to repent, and Gary was needy and demanding, so finding a time to talk privately with his former lover had been very difficult to manage indeed.

            Still, he felt that there were things that had to be said, so here he was.

 

            Lance showed him to a seat, poured green tea with cool civility, proffered a plate of currant biscuits, and then waited for Ash to speak.

            The Kanto League Champion took a deep breath, wincing when he scalded his tongue by drinking too fast. “Lance, I…”

            “I assume you have business of some pressing difficulty to discuss?”

            Ash flushed. “Not really.”

            “No?” Lance cocked his head to the side. “No government incidents or Team Rocket reports?”

            “It’s been pretty peaceful in Kanto these last two months.” Ash said.

            “Ahh. And have all the Gym Leader reports been satisfactory?”

            Ash nodded.

            “Well then,” Lance was about to end the conversation then and there, when Ash looked at him. Lance froze.

            Ash didn’t look particularly different, still wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, hair messy underneath his Pokemon League cap, but for some reason, he seemed… more beautiful than ever.

            Was absence making the heart grow fonder?

            Lance doubted it, but an uncomfortable feeling in his pants made the answer quite clear. Lust then.

            He could deal with lust.

 

            “Um, Lance? I kind of wanted to talk. About us.” Ash said, all in a rush. And his voice! The Dragon Master bit down on his lip, feeling another rush of blood towards his groin. Still, he bravely managed to keep his composure.

            “Talk away.” He said.

            “I…I’m not sure what to say. I mean, where should I start?”

            “Well,” Lance said, anger rearing up, lessening the cloud of hazy lust beginning to surround him. “Why did you cheat on me?”

            “I don’t know.” Ash said honestly.

            “Was it because he was… more handsome?” Lance pressed.

            “Oh! No, not really.” Ash flushed. “But we’ve been rivals and friends for so long, I thought… it seemed like a good idea at the time!” He defended.

            “So you were drunk.”

            Ash nodded, fidgeting uncomfortably.

            “And then?” Lance asked. “Why didn’t you stop?”

            “It… felt good?”

            Lance took a deep breath. “So you found my bedroom experience lacking.” He said stiffly.

            Ash shook his head. “No! It’s not that! Just… um, it was kind of exciting, sneaking around and trying not to get caught.” He blushed. “I’m making this worse, aren’t I?”

            “Oh, very much so.” Lance agreed, feeling angry heat blaze inside of him. How he wanted to hurt Ash, to make him see what he had done…

            Ash almost jumped, as Lance stood, stalking towards him. His eyes were a blazing, bright, gold, and Ash only managed to blink before Lance pulled him up and kissed him.

            Well, that was certainly not what he had expected.

 

            “You. Are. Mine.” The Dragon Master hissed, and Ash could only meekly nod as he felt Lance kiss him again, dominating him, feeling his body sit up and take interest. It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t kind, it was rough and yet still he loved it. He watched as Lance pulled his t-shirt off, tossing it aside carelessly, as his clothing was quickly stripped away. There were no gentle words, no shy motions. No, Ash thought, as Lance yanked his pants down and bit his neck, causing him to gasp, feeling those sharp little fangs cut into his skin, it was making him so hard…

            “You don’t deserve gentleness.” The Dragon Master’s actions proved his words, and tears came to Ash’s eyes as he felt a blunt finger enter him, prodding for a moment. And then there was another, and then Lance’s whole hand was moving inside of him, and there was nothing resembling sanity in Lance’s eyes as he roughly thrust his hand into Ash’s opening, breaking skin, causing the Pallet trainer to scream, bucking his hips upward as he was entered. But the pain, the pain sent lightning flashing through his body, and he screamed as he came, jet after jet of cum splattering on his chest and stomach.

            Lance smirked, as he pulled his hand out. There was blood running down Ash’s legs but the Dragon Master hardly cared for that.

            Ash liked it, the little whore. While Ash tried to catch his breath, Lance clamped his hands down on his shoulders, before kissing him again. Ash colored as he felt Lance’s tongue dominate his mouth, but he wasn’t complaining, not at all, with the contact-high of orgasm still dancing in his mind. He could still vaguely see stars flashing behind his eyelids, and oh, the pain…

            Mine.” Lance repeated. “You are mine.”

           

            As he pulled away, he reached between his legs, undoing the invisible zipper. Ash’s eyes widened as Lance pulled his cock out, wondering what was going to happen next. The Johto League Champion was grinning, not a nice smile.

            “Now, my pretty little one…” Lance purred, before Ash realized what was going to happen, shaking his head.

            Lance caught him by the throat, and easily forced his mouth open. “You know you want it.” He said, and shoved the head inside.

            Ash gagged for a moment, before he timidly began to lick the tip. He wasn’t new to this, by any means, but…

            Lance grinned broadly as he slowly eased the rest of his member inside. Ash swallowed, feeling the hardness in his throat, but as he obediently bobbed his head up and down, he still couldn’t fight the feeling that he was enjoying this way too much.

            Lance was being so cruel, practically raping him, but he liked it! He groaned as Lance began to face fuck him, pulling his saliva-slick organ in and out of the boy’s plaint mouth, his balls slapping against Ash’s face as he pumped in and out. With a leer, Lance pulled himself out, causing Ash to whine in disappointment, before he shot his load in Ash’s face, covering it with dripping jism.

            Ash gave a cry of surprise, feeling hot, salty liquid splatter over his face. However, the feeling of something cold around his wrists caught his attention. As he finally cleared his eyes, he saw that his wrists were now cuffed. The cuffs felt like solid metal, with a chain perhaps six or seven inches long between them. The chain led to a rope, which Lance had fastened to a ring in the wall.

            Where had that come from?

            “W-what are you doing?” Ash stammered.

            “Making sure that you realize the import of the situation.” Lance said. “Perhaps after a few weeks, you’ll be trained enough to realize that I don’t tolerate cheating.” His cloak billowed behind him as he stalked closer to Ash, before glancing down.

            “Oh, you didn’t come?”

            Ash flushed, still embarrassingly hard. Lance paused for a moment, before slipping something over him. Ash belatedly recognized it as a rubber ring.

            “Well then, you can think on your actions for a few hours. I’ll be back later.” Lance said, before turning to leave. “I have a meeting, quite a few meetings. Until then, relax.”

            Relax? He was tied up and horny! Ash moaned as he watched Lance leave.

            Lance smirked, showered quickly, and then left the house, wondering how long it would take Ash to break.

            This would be fun. And it’d teach the trainer never to cheat on him again.

 

End Fic

Completed 7/11/07

This is the crack! Bunny, where Psychiatrist! Charlotte accidentally gives Lance aphrodisiacs instead of his antidepressants. Oops!

Charlotte: …
Lance: *Molests Ash*

Ash: *Blush*

Phantomness: Well, you are submissive and a masochist, Ash. Admit it.