Title: Performing
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #70, Ice
Rating: R
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, cross-dressing, PWP

They cut a picture perfect couple as they glide across the ice, a Champion in dark red and a Dragon Master in black. Other couples sigh in envy as they sweep by, perfectly in synch, skates whispering across the slick mirrored surface. Of course they’re graceful and delicate – years of pokémon training have honed their reflexes, and as Lance lifts Red above his head and spins him, the crowd goes wild.

It is evident who will win the National Ice Dancing Competition this year.

Red likes fame – he hates the fans, but he likes having power, and he also likes giving Lance a little flash of his body when Lance lifts him. Lance notices of course, but he’s too self-controlled to drop Red onto the ice. Their leotards are form fitting, and he wonders briefly if anyone can notice they’re both aroused.

No. Lance is too good at this, and since he’s wearing a skirt, no one will know. No one actually knows it’s him out here – even though he’s flat for a girl, no one has commented, and the brown contacts are hiding his obvious eye color.

After Lance sets him down and they complete their routine, the competition is over and they can return to their dressing rooms. Red groans as Lance closed the door and slaps silencing wards on the walls.

“You’re such a little slut today, Red.”

“Only for you.” Red purrs, and lifts his skirt. “Like what you see?”

“Mm…” Lance purrs as he sinks to his knees, and Red bucks into his lover’s mouth as every drop of seed is milked dry. Of course, after an appetizer comes the main course, and he’s more than happy to lie down and spread his legs.

Lance thrusts into him as he screams his surrender, and an hour later, when they’re being interviewed, everyone whispers and wonders how they can stay so calm. Perhaps they really are cold-hearted people.

But Red knows the secret to Lance’s heart, and he’ll never tell.

End Fic

Completed 9/6/06