Title: All I want…
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #27, Silver

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: Shonen-ai

 

            Red gasped as he caught sight of Lance. The Dragon Master was dressed not in the black bodysuit he wore on television, but instead, was wearing something silver.

            Silver…

            His eyes involuntarily traced trails of silver armor up Lance’s legs, coming to the mail skirt at his waist, upward to his chest and then moving down his arms to see even his fingers tipped in the bright metal.

            “Like what you see?” Lance sounded amused.

            Red flushed. “Sorry… it’s just different.”

            “Too showy.” Lance flipped a hand in dismissal. “Did you want to battle?”

            “Y-Yes!”

            “Very well. Let us begin.” Lance tapped a panel in the wall, and the floor slid over, revealing the dusty packed earth of a stadium below. “Gyarados, I choose you.”

            Red nodded. He released his Espeon, Vee, and the battle began. It was fast and furious, and twice he had to medicate his faltering Jolteon, but it was all for the best and finally, finally, Lance’s Dragonite crumpled under Poli’s Ice Beam attack.

            Lance smiled. “You have done well, Red.” Was all he said as he recalled his fallen pokémon.

            For a long moment, Red blinked, before a grin spread across his face. He swung Poli up and they danced around for a few minutes, cheering, before Lance cleared his throat and they broke apart with sheepish grins.

            “Follow me.” Lance said, and Red obediently did so. The rest of the walkway was polished steel so bright it shone silver.

            His sneakers squeaked slightly along the floor, and finally, after a few moments, they reached a room with a large computer. The screen flickered slightly, and Lance pressed a few buttons as it whirred to life, brightly blue.

            “Place your poke balls in those slots, and your hands on this touch screen.”

            Red smiled as he placed his hands on the gray touch screen. Suddenly, the computer glowed as in a mechanical voice, it stated ‘New Champion initiated. Now entering pokémon in Hall of Fame’.

            The pictures of his Team all flashed on, followed by a picture of himself with his pokédex completion record.

            The master computer hired as it sent the information off to all the gym leaders and notable scientists.

 

            At his sea cottage, Bill smiled, glad that his friend had realized his dream.

            At Pallet, Oak nodded. So it seemed that Red had defeated his grandson Green in the championship quest. Ell, it mattered little. Green was more suited for the researcher route anyhow.

            In Johto, Blue lifted a toast to her absent friend, and wondered how much money he was making.

 

            Red swayed dizzily as he stepped down from the computer platform and Lance caught him as he fell. Bright ruby eyes blinked at him in confusion.

            “Why am I suddenly so tired?” Red slurred.

            “Connecting to the Kanto Master Computer takes energy.” Lance’s voice was soothing and Red leaned into his chest, seeking comfort. “Also, it was an exhausting battle for both of us.”

            “But we weren’t even fighting…”

            “Red, a trainer always fights with his pokémon, even if he is not on the field. I’ll carry you to your room.”

            Red would have protested, but his legs refused to budge and Lance swung him up easily, carrying his as though he were a bride. He flushed, but a few moments later, they had entered a room done in shades of pale cream and dark chocolate, with a large poster map of the Kanto and Johto regions on the wall.

            A computer on a desk awaited him, along with two sturdy mahogany bookshelves, a private bathroom, and a large canopied four-poster bed with lush green covers. Lance set him down on the bed and Red snuggled under the covers almost gratefully, pausing to kick off his sneakers and socks.

            “Should I bring you something?” Lance asked.

            “Yes please…”

           

            Lance returned a few moments later with a drink in a silver goblet. Red drank it unquestioningly, not even the thought that his not-really-rival might poison him and get the Championship back crossing his mind.

            The drink tasted good though, and he blinked fuzzily. “Lance? Could I have another glass?”

            “If you wish.” A secret smile played in the Dragon Master’s golden eyes, but Red did not catch it. Lance as back moments later, and Red drank the entire thing before he fell into exhausted sleep.

            It was creamy and sweet, like a milkshake…

           

            The next morning, he found Lance in the library reading a thick book and still dressed in that weird silver stuff. Now that he thought about it, it did look like armor, but at the same time, it traced every damned curve the Dragon Master have…

            Red groaned. Was he really that sex-deprived to think about sleeping with Lance? Well, said man was quite easy on the eyes and a good trainer, but there had to be more to a relationship than that, right?

 

            “Red, did you want something?”

            Red nodded as Lance put the book down. “Do you know how to cook?”

            Lance raised an eyebrow. Then, his mind clicked. The rooms the Elite Four lived in contained among their fine furnishings a sizable kitchen with quite an array of cookware, but that was no use to one who did not boast any skill in the culinary arts. Fascinating…

            “… I’m sorry.”

            “Don’t be.” Lance smiled. “I’ll make breakfast. What would you like?”

            Red looked rattled, though, so Lance decided to fry him up some sausages and toast, with plump mushrooms in butter, a light sprinkle of garlic on the top, and a glass of Miltank milk, still frothy.

            The Champion thanked him over and over, and Lance smiled.

            Perhaps he could swing this to his advantage… and while he was at it, he could modify his silversteel armor a bit, do a little tempting…

            Red did not have any experience in this area that he knew of, so he could claim him easily. A slight smirk curved his lips, and as he watched, the silversteel faded beneath his skin, most of it, leaving him clad in the thin chain shirt and skirt. Seducing him would be quite fun!

           

            Red managed to hold out for the rest of the week though, so Lance upped the stakes. Red froze when he caught sight of Lance moving in the empty gymnasium. Bruno was off training in the mountains, and Agatha and Lorelei were shopping, so that left the two of them alone in the Plateau.

            The Dragon Master had a thin blade of silver in each hand, a sharp, straight dagger, and was whirling around with leaps and dashes, blocks and parries, sharp stabs towards an imaginary opponent. The flared pleats of his skirt rode up as he executed a perfect lunge and froze in position.

            Red blushed.

 

            Lance moved again, after a few moments, and sighed. “Still too slow…” He began to unfasten the clasps on his armor, and Red stared, unable to make a sound. Surely he wasn’t going to…!

            He was.

            Red tried very hard not to look, but as Lance moved into another sword kata, he just stared, and stared… and by the time Lance stopped, he belatedly realized he’d been staring for almost an hour.

            Before Lance turned around, he fled, feeling a suspicious wetness in the front of his jeans and his face was flaming like Cinnabar’s volcano.

            He…

 

            Lance smiled as he headed off to shower. It was working nicely.

 

            “Lance?”

            “Yes, Red?” Lance asked, as red came in. he saw the younger boy flash a look between his legs and shook his head. So it had come to this.

            “Ah… would you like to… um…” Red colored, “I mean to say… I like you?” He squeaked out.

            “I like you too, Red. You’ve very cute.” Lance purred, leaning forwards.

            Red tried very hard not to look, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to say more, but he settled for clambering over the desk and sitting in Lance’s lap. He then buried his face in the Dragon Master’s neck, afraid, and yet unwilling to let go.

            Lance ran his fingers through Red’s hair with a smile. “You know what you are offering me.” He said quietly.

            “I think so…”

            “Mm.” Lance said, and kissed him. Red almost – almost froze, but the kiss was soft and he sighed, leaning into it.

            It would be all right now.

            All he wanted was someone to comfort and protect him, and Lance was his best bet. They didn’t have to be any more than friends just yet, but… he was still happy.

            And Lance must be happy too, the way he was smiling.

           

End Fic

Completed 7/29/06

Wow, look at all the fluff and smut! ^^