Title: Along the Moonlit Bay
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #2, Along the Moonlit Bay
Rating: NC-17
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 shivers as he recalls Gyarados. It’s taken him all night to Surf home from Houen, and he wants nothing more than to go to sleep. However, he knows that President Goodman is waiting for his economic report, so he sighs as he begins walking towards the main building in Indigo Plateau.

He hears footsteps, and he spins around, only to recognize a familiar figure wrapped in black. Lance jumps down from his Dragonite’s back and recalls the flying-type pokémon with a frown.

“Something wrong?” Red asks, as the Dragon Master falls into step with him.

“Not too much.” Lance frowns.

“Oh?”

“Just preoccupied.” He says, and Red does not press. “Did you just return from Houen?”

“Hai…”

“I just got back from Cosmos.” Lance mutters under his breath as he and Red walk inside to give Goodman their reports, and Red frowns as he sees the fat President lounging behind his desk.

It isn’t fair that the man gets paid an exorbitant salary while he forces the Elite Four and Champion to do the dirty work. True, life isn’t fair, but still!

The man skims through his reports and than dismisses them. Lance makes a curt bow, and only Red catches the anger glittering in his golden eyes. He follows the Dragon Master outside again, as Lance scowls and releases his Dragonite.

“Where are you going?” Red asks.

Lance sighs. “Out, where I don’t have to think about this idiot.” He hisses. Red puts a comforting hand on his arm.

“I’ll keep you company.”

Lance raises his eyebrows in surprise, but seems to change his mind and recalls Dragonite. He drapes his cloak over Red’s shoulders, seeing him shiver, and they walk down the path to the beach, leaving prints in wet sand. The moon is out, and it casts a silvery radiance over everything.

Red thinks it’s pretty.

Lance doesn’t stop for a while but Red doesn’t feel tired, until Lance stops and he sees that they’re near the sandstone cliffs. The Dragon Master has a strange look on his face, and he begins to climb. Not knowing what to do, the Champion follows, and very soon, they reach a small cave, and head inside.

It’s surprisingly cozy, with a sleeping bag, a water purifier, and some other miscellaneous items inside. Red wonders if this is Lance’s hiding place, and smiles at the thought.

Lance lights a lantern, and then rummages around, coming up with a tin of various cookies. They sit there and munch quietly, listening to the tide outside. It’s quite peaceful, as the waves break against the beach, and Red closes his eyes.

It’s nice and snuggly, and… well, almost warm.

He was drifting off when he felt soft pressure against his lips. He opened his eyes sleepily, only to find Lance kissing him.

Red blinked twice, but didn’t protest, even as Lance kissed him again, and began to lift his shirt and jacket.

Cold fingers closed over his nipples, and he shivered, but arched into the touch, feeling himself begin to harden. Lance chuckled, as he continued to caress and stroke those little nubs, until Red was panting and achingly hard. Only then did Lance reach between his legs and free his cock.

“Well, you’re rather receptive tonight.” The Dragon Master purred.

“I’m frustrated.” Red grinned impishly. “You know that.”

“Yes, well, Goodman is an old fool.” Lance flicked his tongue over the tip of Red’s throbbing cock, as Red whimpered.

“Can we talk about him some other time when you’re not ravishing me?” He asked petulantly.

Lance considered this, as he took Red into his mouth and began to lavish the tip of his rod with licks. Red sighed as the sensations raced through his blood like fire and it did not take long before Lance lips were pressed against his groin while his lover bobbed on his shaft.

Red gave a tired moan as he came, and Lance swallowed, tasting salty-sweet. He kissed the younger boy heatedly afterwards, and Red flushed.

“Better now, love?”

“A bit.” Red smiled. “Can we stay here tonight?”

Lance’s eyes narrowed, and he smirked. “Certainly.”

Red watched as he unrolled the sleeping bag and they both snuggled in, before he pillowed his head against Lance’s shoulder and closed his eyes.

He felt better already.

End Fic

Completed 11/29/06