Title: Pride
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #34, Pride
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: FMA influences, AU Special-verse, shonen-ai, Character Death, Yellow-bashing

Red hisses as he watches Yellow come closer. His eyes are malevolent, blood red, and he can feel the tips of his fingers changing into claws, a beautiful pitch-black as hard as diamond. It makes him laugh, and he feels his love rouse, wings settling behind him.

“R-Red…” Yellow stares at her hero, and tries to find some trace of the Ninth Kanto League Champion in his eyes. She fails rather miserably, as her eyes rove over his body and the strange clothing he is wearing, form-fitting black silk. And his hands…!

Pika gives a worried chirp on her shoulder. That’s not Red! He’s… changed…

Red chuckles. “So you know, Pika. But it’s really better this way. I’m not weak anymore. Now, I deserve, truly, my victory.”

Yellow shudders at the sound of his voice, and hesitatingly releases her pokemon.

This… thing can’t be Red, right?

Then they should battle!

Red moves like a blur of whirlwind color, and all of her pokemon are dead – even Pika – in seconds, faster than the eye can blink.

He smiles as his injuries heal over, leaving nothing but pale skin, and Yellow shivers.

What’s wrong with him?

More motion sounds, and she almost falls over in shock as a very familiar figure appears behind Red, dressed in the same attire. Wings of black skin stretched taut over bone, like Aerodactyl’s wings, rise from his shoulder blades, and his once-golden eyes sparkle brilliant blood instead.

She sucks in a breath as Lance wraps his arms around Red’s waist.

“Pride…” He purrs, “You’re toying with her, aren’t you?”

Red smiles, leans into the touch, and rests his fingers in Lance’s long, ruby hair. “Yes?”

“But I want to play with you…” Red arches into Lance’s touch, as long, thin fingers slip between his legs, and Yellow stares, horrified.

“You’re so impatient, Wrath.” Red chides, but he bucks against Lance’s hand just the same, and before Yellow can flee, there is pain and she looks down to see his fingers through her heart. But he’s still three or four feet away! How…

Then she knows nothing else.

“See? That was quick.” Red hears Lance laugh as his lover pulls him into his lap and continues fondling him.

“Should I reward you now?” Lance ponders.

Red smirks as he feels sensation race through his body, his cock stiffening as Lance strokes. “Yes…”

So Lance does.

End Fic

Completed 11/28/06

I hate Yellow, kk? ^^ And Red and Lance would be so evil as homunculi…