Title: The Spear
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #25, Pierce
Rating: PG
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, sexual innuendo, shonen-ai

The spear glanced harmlessly off his armor, and he grinned. “You’ll have to try harder than that, Red!”

Red nodded, taking a firm grip on his weapon. “What if I accidentally hurt you?”

“… You do realize I’m wearing this padding for a reason, yes?” Lance teased. Red narrowed his eyes, and once again charged forwards, yelling. A foot away, he tripped over a rock and his swing went wide. Lance nimbly jumped over the spearhead as it broke free from the shaft and soared into the distance.

“…Oops?”

Lance shook his head. “You’re not concentrating very well.”

‘I’m sorry...”

“If you’re afraid of hurting me, then maybe you’d better train with Bruno, love.”

Red shuddered. “No way! Hitting him is like hitting a stone wall!”

“Well, I can’t fault that assessment, but the tournament is in three weeks. You know you have to win.”

“Because my father is wealthy so I need to secure a good marriage, yes, I’ve heard it all before.”

“Performance is vital. Ladies love victors, after all.”

“But I don’t want a lady! I want you.”

“Not so loud!” Lance hissed, covering Red’s mouth with a hand as he cast a sharp glance around the courtyard. It was empty.

Red squirmed out of Lance’s grasp. “It’s not fair, Lance. It really isn’t.”

“Instead of complaining about that, why not think about what you do have?” Lance suggested. “Or, perhaps, if that spear is inadequate…”

Red flushed, as his eyes roved over Lance’s body appreciatively.

“We might try practice of another sort?”

Red had no problems with that, as he pushed Lance to the ground, straddling his hips and moving to remove his armor. “I think I would rather enjoy that.”

Lance chuckled, and surrendered.

End Fic

Completed 9/6/06

A drabbling we go~!

Why is it that I cannot remember we are in year 2006? Look, Red got to top in this one!