Well, okay, cut and paste is still evil…

Title: High
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #44, Like a Drug
Rating: PG
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, drug use

When Red kisses Lance, he feels like his nerves are on fire and there is silvery music singing in his veins. It almost reminds him of that one time when he tried smoking pot, which felt nice for a second before he started choking on the smoke.

Mom caught him and gave him a lecture on why it was bad for him, and threatened to take his pokémon away if she caught him smoking again, so he quit immediately. It was easy, he wasn’t addicted by any means, and he’d only done it because Green and Gold had pressured him into it!

In any case, now he doesn’t do anything that might endanger his health, because he wants to stay in tip-top shape. He’s Champion, after all, and now he can go to wonderful dungeons where only the strongest Elite are allowed, but it’s dangerous there, with lots of high-level wild pokemon and traps in the ground!

Lance drinks wine, but he’s not a drunk, and when Red kisses him, he tastes a faint sweetness.

Red likes Lance. He’s pretty and charming and dependable, and he’s Dragon Master to boot, so when Lance asks him, he says yes, and they make love for the first time with the moonlight shining silver through the open windows over their bodies.

They’re both high on love then, but Red doesn’t care, he just can’t stop smiling.

End Fic

Completed 10/22/06

Electrochemistry is hard…

Yes, smoking is bad for you, kids! ^^ I for one am allergic to cigarette smoke and probably everything else, so… Meh.