Title: Sensei
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red/Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #12, High School or Sensei
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, PWP

He taught a class on dragon pokémon, and it was always filled to the brim with giggling girls, sun-bright hair and sapphire blue eyes, and worried brown boys, with fevered lights in their eyes behind thick coke-bottle glasses, scribbling madly. Every year it was the same, and every year, he would wait for one who was worthy. He did not worry, even as the years began to streak his brilliant red hair with gray, and finally, in the seventh year, there came a student with the spark of dragon fire in his heart.

Red was his name, as red as his eyes, which were like blood, and he sat in the third row, not too close to the front, a lone island in a sea of blonde heads and baby faces, not so much listening as absorbing everything. Red was a passable student, as good at memorization as any of the boys who shuffled around like old men, clutching heavy books to their chests, but no one special, the teachers whispered in conference, sipping thick black brew as they sat around the table at night.

Professor Lance watched this all, and said nothing.

Red would probably graduate, they said, between two cubes of sugar and a cup of cream, with a few pokémon and a few certificates, nothing blindingly spectacular but certainly not a total failure. Mediocre. Average. If not for his pretty eyes, he would have sunk into obscurity long ago. As it were, girls clamored for his attention because of his exotic looks, so different from all the other boys, who were all pale brown and dark gray. He studied too much for a girl, but not enough for someone serious.

They nodded wisely, took a bite of black currant scone, turned their attention to reports and scrolls of paper written in dark ink, and put him out of their minds.

Lance did not.

He walked the halls at night, wrapped in his black robes, and the student out of bed received a sharp tongue-lashing. He could fade into the shadows in an eye blink, and many young couples embracing broke apart at a sudden chill, though the saw not the source. He never saw Red though, and that fact gave him comfort.

On the day Red graduated, he kissed the boy. It was dark beneath the linden trees, and Red clung to him, like a frightened storm sparrow, and he kissed him again, feeling dragon fire blaze in their hearts in tandem, and as Red stared at him in surprise, remembering nights when he had flown secretly as a dragon and slept wrapped in warm silver scales, he understood.

Their clothing scattered as they took true form, and Red did have the loveliest crimson scales, bloody red, and he ran his claws over sharp-edged wings with a pleased expression as he pushed the younger dragon to the ground and mated him thoroughly.

Red squirmed beneath the elder dragon, wings flapping badly as he was mounted, but not bothering to fight it. Why should he, when it felt so good? He felt fire bubbling in his stomach and he roared his surrender as Lance came inside of him, filling him with seed. The thrusts made his body shake, but he savored the feeling, as Lance bred him again and again…

Finally, they broke apart, and took human form once again. Lance kissed him again, and he shivered against the older man, feeling oddly satisfied. His mate. His.

He rather liked the feeling, and after a few moments, they flew away, leaving their old lives behind.

End Fic

Completed 12/25/06

Well, it’s very AU, isn’t it? ^^

Lance: …

Red: *Blush*