Title: Concealer
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #27, Secret Art
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: Cross-dressing, Het disguised as shoujo-ai, sex

There’s an art form in concealing, Lance thinks, as he steps out of the shower. It doesn’t take him long, and the mirrors in his room reflect his face and profile a hundred times over as he stands in the center. Four steps take him to the dresser, where he finds panties of black silk and a matching bra. He clasps them on swiftly, before two more steps take him to the closet as he studies his profile.

He really is too pretty to be a boy sometimes.

He slides his arms into the sleeves of the white blouse, adjusts the ruffles at throat and wrists, frowns for a moment before choosing dark pants that cling to his legs tucked into patent leather ankle boots, puts on the matching jacket with the suit-collar and pins a yellow rose to the lapel on the right side.

The light overhead winks off the tiny seed beads, burnished gold, which dangles from the mass of lace on the shirt. He walks to the vanity table and studies his reflection, before he pulls out eye shadow and blush, brushes faint pink over his pale cheeks and honey over his eyes. He outlines his lips in purest coral, and spritzes on the faintest hint of lilies before he leaves.

Red is waiting when he arrives, and her eyes grow wide as she sees him. He smirks and she throws herself into his arms, even as he feels her arms slip around his waist and her head pillow against his chest.

“You look lovely,” She comments, and her voice sends shivers down his spine as she kisses him.

Her lips are pinky-red now, and he kisses her back, hard, not caring if his perfect lipstick is smudging. She mewls beneath him, and he feels himself hard, and ready, and her eyes are wide and her mouth is such a cute little ‘O’ of surprise that he can’t resist her.

He would never want to, and she scrabbles at her jeans, even as he frees himself and pushes her to the ground, entering her swiftly as she moans.

She’s warm and willing beneath him, and it doesn’t take long at all before he comes, and her nails dig into his shoulders, even as she convulses against him, wanting more… and it’s lucky they meet in deserted places, because otherwise, anyone could come along and see the Dragon Master and Champion screwing each other’s brains out.

When it’s finally over, she’s firmly ensconced in his lap, as he pets her, and she’s still grinding against him weakly.

Red thinks Lance looks wonderful, because she loves watching girls parade around in pretty clothing, and even though Lance isn’t a girl, he’s her boyfriend and he fills the role so much better.

Red knows she’s a girl, but she’d much rather let Lance do all the work. She hates shopping and she hates looking weak and she doesn’t like lots of ribbons and lace, but Lance looks so pretty when he dresses up.

Of course, it’s even better when she’s sitting in his lap, and his skirt is pushed up around his waist and she’s kissing him as he holds her close and pinches her nipples to rosy buds as she blushes, because she can feel him hardening inside her and it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world.

And when it’s all said and done, who cares what they wear? Who cares what they portray? Others may laugh and point fingers, but they’re really, truly in love, and that’s more than most people can say.

End Fic

Completed 9/1/06

Wow, 600 words flat. I’m not touching this then.

Lance: *Smirk*

Red: So wait. I’m the girl, but he’s the one in a dress?

Pika-chan: Looks like it

Lance: Phantomness keeps making me cross-dress. I swear, her mind is cracked…