Title: Chill
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #41, Chill
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: Implied Shonen-ai

Red shivered as Lance handed him another jacket. It was so cold here in Seafoam Islands that were they not paid to gather data on the elusive Articuno he would not be here. He did wonder though, why Lance had come and not Lorelei. Lorelei was the Ice Master, and she was used to these cold temperatures…

“Red?”

“I feel so cold.” His teeth were chattering, and Lance looked at him, deeply concerned. It would not do to have their Champion freeze to death out here. Red was already bundled up in four jackets and resembled a puffball, so how could he still be cold?

It made no sense…

He stepped closer, and placed a hand against the younger trainer’s forehead. Red flushed, and Lance swore under his breath.

“What’s wrong?”

“You have a fever.” Lance said succinctly.

Red sneezed, and then covered his mouth sheepishly. “Oh…”

“Come on, we’re going back-.” Lance froze as he caught sight of Articuno. His dragons would be of little use, so there was only one thing to do…

He pushed the younger trainer behind him and brace himself. The attack was swift in coming, and the last thing he heard was Red frantically crying out his name.

He woke to warmth, which was odd, as the last thing he recalled was being frozen solid. As he looked around, he found to his surprise that Red was lying next to him and they were both nude. Well, that was an interesting development…

Red moved slightly, and then noticed Lance was awake.

“What happened?”

Red flushed. “Um… well, Articuno froze you, and I released Charizard, and he wasn’t really winning, but I let Pika out too, and Gyarados, since I figured Dragon Rage had to do something…”

“So you defeated Articuno?”

Red shook his head. “She fled when she was outnumbered. I’m hoping… well, I had Charizard defrost you but you wouldn’t stop shivering and…!”

Lance silenced him with a kiss, and Red noticed uncomfortably that the fact they were both naked and in a sleeping bag together was affecting his hormones quite negatively – or positively, depending on viewpoint.

“You’re not mad then?” He squeaked.

“Why on earth would I be angry? You saved my life.”

Red had to concede that point.

Lance pondered, as he unzipped them and began pulling on his clothing, frowning slightly. “We had best get out of here before Articuno returns.”

“What about the data?”

“Hang the data! It will not come at the cost of our lives!”

Red most certainly could not argue against that. He nodded.

Together the two of them released their flying-type pokémon and flew back to the Plateau.

Red showered in his room, wondering. Why had Lance kissed him? Was it just emotional stress, or the hint of something more? He fervently hoped for the latter.

Meanwhile, Lance stripped down. Yes, where had that stain on his clothing come from? It almost looked like… he smirked.

The Champion was not as naïve and virtuous as others believed. Fascinating.

This might be fun after all.

End Fic

Completed 7/31/06

… I must be seriously sex-deprived to write all of this