Title: Overdose
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #10, Burn
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: AU, Shonen-ai, Sex, and Incest
Burning witches at the stake was a rather common practice in the seventeenth century. Of course, such things did not tend to happen in Kanto; because most people were tolerant of each other’s beliefs and pokémon them selves were enough proof that magic did exist. Not all of it was benign, of course, but healers were revered.
Lance rather enjoyed being a healer. He wore his long red hair pulled back in two loops, gathered a group of Chansey to aid him, and traveled from settlement to settlement, bringing cures and news from distant lands. Every woman sighed with admiration in her eyes, and every man secretly wished to be him.
In one small town, he noticed a man and his son watching him closely, even as he mixed potions and sold cures. They were always guaranteed to work, and some women jokingly remarked that if he had wings, he’d be an angel on earth.
If only they knew the truth…
Lance was no angel. Though his features were fine and his power lay in healing, they did not know that his true power lay in destruction. Healing was simply a cover, and no one ever noticed that when the young man left, odd crop failures would result. Either they were too simple-minded, or they attributed it to other causes. Bad weather, perhaps, or a punishment from the gods…
Yes, the gods…
Red watched as the Healer applied a pale golden liquid to the eyes of the mayor’s daughter. She blinked, twice, before her eyes glittered. There they were, completely healed of their blindness. Amazing!
“Sir! You must have dinner tonight at my house!” The mayor enthused joyfully.
The young man bowed his head in assent, and followed the portly man. Red snuck behind them, curious.
Of course, the Healer had come by this town a few times before, and always, the sick were cured, but he had a feeling that something was not right.
He did not know what it was…
“You honor me.” Lance said softly, as maids bustled around, serving platters of food and pouring wine.
The man laughed heartily. “Nonsense, young man! It is I who should be thanking you for your services rendered. My only child… Mary, she is of a tender age, but perhaps, when she is older, might you think of settling permanently in our town?”
Lance looked shocked. “Are you offering me your daughter’s hand in marriage?”
“It is a small price to pay for her healing!”
Red almost gasped in shock. Everyone knew that Mary was a righteous slut and she had lost her eyesight working the brothels. But…!
“I am afraid I cannot accept your offer.” Lance spoke softly. “My beliefs require that I stay away from the sins of the flesh. You would not condemn your daughter to a loveless marriage.”
The mayor frowned, but could not argue.
Red sighed in relief, before wondering why he was doing so. Surely he was not… attracted to the man, was he?
Impossible!
Certainly, Healer Lance had saved his life three years ago, along with many of the other children, when the ravages of the bloody flu had wiped out many of the young men and almost all of the elderly folk, but… why on earth would he…
He did not know.
Still, he continued to watch as dinner ended, and they retired to another room. Then he snuck home.
His father was still laying dead-drunk in front of the hearth, so Red scrounged around for some leftover food, and then went to bed.
The next morning, he woke up and found to his horror that the man was choking. Hastily, he ran for the Healer. When Lance arrived the man was purple in the face but still gasping for air.
Golden eyes studied him dispassionately, before Lance told Red to close the door and windows. Puzzled, he obeyed.
He watched in shock as the man slipped a thin blade from his sleeve and slit his Father’s throat.
“What-What did you do that for?”
“There was no way to save him, so at least I granted him a quick death.”
“But…”
“Did you want him to live on?” Lance’s voice had changed now, and Red shivered, feeling gooseflesh prickle on his harms. “Was he a good man, a good father?”
“Of course not!”
“Then why do you mourn his death? He treated you like a slave, and he wasn’t even your real father.”
That caught Red’s attention. “What?”
“Yes, Red.” Lance smirked. “Now how do you think I would know that?”
“You can’t mean that you’re my Father?”
“Why not?”
“Y-You’re too young! You don’t look much older than me!”
“Oh… that’s a pity.” Lance sighed. “I was going to take you away with me, but if you’re so reluctant to leave…”
“It’s too sudden!” Red protested. “I can’t deal with this.”
“Very well. But I’m leaving town in three days. It might be a few years before I drop by again.”
Red froze at that, and Lance casually slipped the blade back into his sleeves. Before he left, he dropped a small pouch on the table.
Red glared as he opened it, expecting money, but found instead a strange black powder. Was it medicine of some sort?
In any case, he decided to taste it. It was sweet, impossibly sweet, and he found himself unable to resist. Before long, he had devoured the entire contents of the pouch. It was only then that he noticed his hands were covered in fine grains.
He ached, and he felt his eyes blazing. His body was almost glowing, like he was on fire…
Was it poison?
No. It couldn’t be. Could it?
He staggered to his feet and ran out to find the healer – no, his real Father.
Lance was waiting, busy tending to an injured child when Red arrived. He swiftly mixed the tea for her mother, and watched them leave with a fond farewell.
“What did you do to me?” Red demanded.
“You ate all of it?” Lance stared at him.
“Yes, why?”
“Red, that was a present.” Lance said slowly. “It’s a spice that… enhances one’s experiences when with a special woman.”
Red’s eyes widened as he stared at his father, aghast. “You mean…”
“That supply is for five years, at the very least.”
“Oh Mew…” Red groaned. His cock was rock-hard in his pants and he squirmed uncomfortably. Lance cast a quick glance around, before he sighed.
“Do you need help with that?”
“Eh?”
That was when his Father kissed him. Red yelped, but the yelp turned into a groan of pleasure as slippery fingers closed around his aching hardness.
He lost all touch with the world, the only sensations registering the slow slide of flesh over his body, before he felt release run shuddering fast through his body. He leaned against his father on shaky legs, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.
Lance very calmly lifted his soiled hand to his mouth, as his tongue darted out to taste. Red’s eyes were riveted on his father as he stared in disbelief. He was unable to comprehend the action. His Father was… with him…
It was sinful and wrong and they were condemned, but he didn’t care any more. They could burn in hell for this, but what of it?
“Now,” Lance said, as Red whimpered, feeling lust again beginning to cloud his thoughts. “It will take several days before the effects wear off completely. I assume that you have no woman you are interested in?”
Red blinked, brain too frazzled to understand.
Lance sighed, and drew his cloak around them both, even as Red’s hands gripped his own shaft hard, rubbing madly.
Oh well.
When Red ‘woke up’ three days later, he was aching all over, and his insides were raw and red, but he felt nothing more than a strange sense of elation, especially when his Father asked him if he wanted to continue.
Of course he did!
He spent the day being drilled through the mattress, and so, when Lance left the next morning, it was small matter to follow him.
End Fic
Completed 9/5/06
PWP, yo!
Lance: *Smirk*
Red: I’m such a slut…
Phantomness: *Shrug* At least you’re not working on the streets, ne? And on a random note, Lance’s hair was in ‘Nurse Joy’ style