… I hate thinking of titles… but I love Championshipping!

Title: Tutoring
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #47, Individual Lesson

Rating: PG-13
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: Cursing, Shonen-ai, implied sex

 

            “Fuck you.” Red spat, throwing down his pencil with a loud clatter. “I can’t do this, Lance! I don’t understand it at all!”

            “That’s no reason to curse at me.” The Dragon Master said placidly, eyes still busy scanning the worksheets. “You’re the one who asked me to tutor you in Organic Chemistry.”

            “Yes, but I can’t do it!” Red glared. “Why does it have to be this way? Why do I even need that stupid subject anyway?”

            “You may take your complaints up with the School Board next time we have a meeting.” The Champion flipped the paper over, circled two questions in blue pen. “These are wrong.”

            Red sighed loudly. “It’s the blasted substitution Nucleophilic reactions, isn’t it?”

            Lance nodded, getting up. “I’m going to get a drink. Want me to grab you something?”

            “No thanks.” Red scowled down at the paper in his hands. Why, oh why did organic chemistry torment him so?

            His Professor was a sadistic old bat; that was for sure.

 

            Lance returned a moment later with tea, sipping it slowly as he worked Red through the steps of the SN1 reaction. Red struggled, but by the end of the session, seemed to have gotten it.

            Lance waited until he was at the door, before he smirked. “Say Red… now that we’re done with this, I think I’ll take you up on your offer.”

            “What offer?” Red blinked.

            Lance mouthed the words silently, as Red colored. He hadn’t meant-! But…

 

            He found himself flat on his back as Lance reamed him, shrieking at the top of his lungs and glad that the walls were soundproof.

            He’d have to remember to watch his mouth around his tutor, it seemed…

            But this way, things could be fun… especially when Lance put his mouth to better use.

 

End Fic

Completed 9/5/06