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Title: Rite of
Passage
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #91, Crown
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
“I don’t want it.” Red frowned. “I don’t, Father!”
“You must take it.” Lance held the crown out again. It was a thin circlet of electrum, silver-gold alloy, but… but…
“You’re still young! Why are you giving me the Crown?”
“Because I have to leave to fight the Frost Giants on our northern border, Red. We both know that.”
“Why can’t you just send General Lorelei to take care of it?”
“I cannot tell you.”
Red blinked, the simple statement cutting through his cloud of depression and righteous anger. “You can’t tell me? But….”
“But I tell you everything, right?” Lance’s eyes were cold. “You must trust me.”
“T-Trust you?”
The idea was almost foreign. He had never had to trust before. All he had to do was rely on his Father to do everything right for their Kingdom. That wasn’t trust, was it? No, it was more faith and love and loyalty…
“Yes.” Lance gazed into Red’s crimson orbs. “Do you trust me?”
“I-I don’t know…” Red stammered, flinching under the scrutinizing gaze. He felt as though he were taking a test, but he was failing…
“Do you love me?”
That he could answer easily. “Yes of course I do, Father-.” His breath caught as his Father stalked closer, before his back hit the wall. He hadn’t even realized he was backing up, and he briefly registered the sensation of a woven tapestry, stiff gold brocade, against his fingertips, but then everything shifted and his Father pressed a knee against his thigh, even as his lips crushed against his.
Red colored, feeling heat rise in his cheeks. He wanted to speak, but his vocal cords frankly refused to move. The heat… the sense of everything around him…
It was too much for him to bear, but he was loath to panic.
Perhaps this was also a test?
His Father finally pulled away, and Red stared at him, dazed, seeing but not really comprehending. He felt himself being led to the bed, but his mind did not register the sensations, even as his ornate clothing was swiftly stripped away and his body lay bare and open. His breath came in breathy gasps, as his Father parted his legs and enveloped his shaft in warmth…
His eyes swam and his mind reeled, protesting, but waves of pleasure subsumed all other feelings, and he cried out in pain as his Father entered him roughly. Blood ran down his thighs and mixed with his spilled seed, painting a parody of life…
He felt whimpers escape his lips, a flow of jumbled syllables, but the only coherent standard in his mind now was that hardness inside of him, again and again and again, piercing him to the core…
He must have screamed himself hoarse, but he knew not, until his Father pulled free of him, and he managed to push himself off the bed and stand on shaky legs, tear tracks streaking his cheeks, even as his mouth sought his Father’s in a desperate kiss…
There was something deep and dark welling up inside him, but he knew not what, and he didn’t even register the faint pressure of the gold in his hair until after his Father had left. For a long time, he sat there, fingers stroking over the marks his Father had made on his skin, rusty brands that glowed in the faint light from the few candles scattered around.
Two weeks later, the battered remnants of the once-proud army returned. General Lorelei rode at the head, and that was when Red realized what had happened.
“I am sorry.” General Lorelei’s voice was sad, as she knelt down before him. “We have defeated the enemy, but your father is dead.”
And Red reached his hands up into his hair, and touched cold metal.
“Long live the King….”
End Fic
Completed 9/4/06
Lance: You’re so cruel, Author
Phantomness: I know. Yes, it was rough sex, and poor Red was a virgin too, but I couldn’t bring myself to write sweet fluffy stuff….
Red: *Sighs* So Lance knew he was going to die?
Shoyko: Mmhmm…