Title: Lost
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #27, Lost
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, sex, dubious consent, shota, PWP

“Um… Lance?”

Lance turned to his traveling companion, noting that Ash flushed and looked down almost as soon as their eyes met.

“What is it?”

“I lost the map.” Ash admitted.

The Dragon Master froze, before he slowly spun around on his heel and stalked closer to Ahs. “What did you say?” He hissed.

“I lost the map?” Ash squeaked.

Lance resisted the urge to slap his forehead. “So you mean we’ve been wandering around lost?”

“Y-Yes…”

“I’m going to kill you.” Lance said pleasantly, and from the look in his brown eyes, Ash guessed he meant it. He eeped as he backed into a tree, feeling rough bark through the thin fabric of his jacket and t-shirt.

“L-Lance…”

Lance did not answer, as he pressed his lips to Ash’s in a punishing kiss. Ash eeped, though he felt his pulse quicken, as Lance’s hand slid down and undid the button at his jeans.

“L-Lance! What are you doing?”

“I would think that was obvious, Champion,” Lance purred, as he kissed Ash again, and Ash moaned as he felt Lance’s tongue enter his mouth.

“B-But…!”

“But what?” Lance asked, already busy getting Ash’s pants down. “You should be glad I’m not doing anything more… damaging.”

Ash involuntarily trembled at the brindled menace in Lance’s voice, but he couldn’t deny that it made him hard. Lance licked his fingers and then gripped Ash’s cock with a pleased expression.

“Well…” Ash was about to say more, but as soon as he felt Lance’s hand on him, his brain decided to quit wasting energy on higher thought functions. He could feel himself stiffening, even as Lance ran gloved fingers over the shaft.

“Very nice…” Lance crooned, and did not cease his motions. Ash groaned bucking harder and harder into Lance’s hand until he finally came with a cry of pleasure. He watched through half-lidded eyes as Lance lapped up his creamy seed, before Lance purred.

Ash breathed harder, even as he felt one of Lance’s fingers wriggle into his body. “L-Lance…”

“Shh…” Lance murmured, and involuntarily, Ash found his body relaxing. It did not take more than a few minutes before he felt Lance’s fingers brush across his prostate, and he cried out sharply at the bolt of pleasure it sent straight to his brain.

“Such a pretty child you are,” Lance’s voice sent pleasant shivers through his frame, and he nodded mutely as he felt the Dragon Master enter him. The initial intrusion burned, but soon, there was nothing left but a pleasant feeling of fullness.

Lance began to move, and Ash screamed as he felt his body spasm around Lance’s cock, even as those expert thrusts hit his prostate again and again. He was screaming now, tears running down his face, but it didn’t hurt, not really, only he didn’t want it to stop…!

Finally, he felt a hot gush of liquid in his bowels, and moments later, Lance slipped out of him.

The Dragon Master tucked himself back in, eyeing the Champion with an inscrutable expression. Ash gasped as he fell to his knees, feeling winded.

“Come on.”

“W-What?”

“I’ll have Dragonite fly us home.”

Ash goggled at him for a few minutes as he tried to catch his breath. “Y-You mean…?”

“Heh.” Lance smirked. “You didn’t think I’d come out here with you without a plan, did you? I got warnings about your notoriously bad direction sense.”

Ash just stared as Lance released Dragonite and they climbed on.

He felt used.

End Fic

Completed 10/30/06

Come inspiration, come! And yeah, Lance is a bastard, isn’t he? ^^