Who am I to deny plot bunnies?

Title: D is for Duplication

Author: Shadow/Phantomness

Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)

Fandom: Pokemon

Theme: #47, Twin

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fan fiction belongs to me; so don’t take my work.

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks, AU

Warnings: AU, het, PWP

In a small room at one of Team Rocket’s safe houses, a couple was arguing.

“Why is this necessary again?”

“Because,” Lance pointed out, as she combed out her long red hair, “The only way we’re going to pull this mission off is to pose as a couple.”

“I think that’s annoying.”

“Everything is annoying. Remember, it’s for the glory of Team Rocket.”

Red nodded.

They had been with the Rockets since birth. Red was Giovanni’s nephew, while Lance was his niece on the other side, but her parents had dumped her in an orphanage. Giovanni had found her when she was nine, and put her to work immediately.

They were known as Team White Storm.

Lance boasted a team of five dragons, 2 Dragonair, a Dragonite, an Aerodactyl, and a Gyarados.

Red’s own Pokemon were of the Eevee clan: Espeon, Umbreon, Jolteon, Phantasmeon, Vaporeon, and Flareon. They were undefeated. Giovanni only sent them out of high-level missions he would not trust anyone else with.

They would take over Team Rocket upon his death.

That was all well and fine, but currently, they were in a pickle. Or, at least, Red was. He stared at Lance’s wardrobe and sighed.

“Why are you wearing all of this?”

“Look, unless you want to wear it, it’s not an option. Besides, we might need to ‘convince’ them.” Lance purred. “Besides, I look better in it, being a girl and all.”

He colored as he caught the implications and nodded. They would not fail.

Misty Waterflower sighed as she looked around the relatively un-crowded deck of the ocean liner. Giovanni had sent her here on an important, perhaps not entirely legal mission. Well, she was a Gym Leader, but occasionally she needed a little extra cash. Now where were her two contacts? The only thing she knew, was that one had black hair.

Unfortunately, most of the population had black hair, so that didn’t help much.

She sighed.

“My, what have we here?” A voice said. “A pretty girl shouldn’t be out here all alone…”

Misty looked up into a pair of gorgeous brown eyes. She blushed, not sure what to do. Having attention from a cute guy was pretty flattering!

“Can I get you a drink?”

She nodded, flushed, as she was handed a martini with a cherry floating in it. Taking a sip, she noticed something odd.

There was… oh!
Well, Giovanni undoubtedly worked in discreet and secretive motions. It was smart of him though.

She finished the drink and unrolled the tiny scrap of paper, wrapped around the stem, hidden by her hand.

Your contact will have given you this. Your target is Pamela Jones, heiress to the Jones Coal fortune.

Do not fail.

Misty knew Pamela; she had flaming red hair and soulful green eyes. At least, that’s what all the love struck males said.

Whatever…

The little slut was prissy, in either case. Well, she would settle the score. Kidnapped, held for ransom, and humiliated for a couple of weeks would certainly fix that… that… bitch who had stolen her last boyfriend!

Misty calmed herself down and helped herself to another martini.

Giovanni said he had other plans afterwards. They were none of her concern. If Pamela died, so much the better!

Meanwhile, Red had returned to his cabin. Lance was putting the finishing touches on her ensemble, preparing for her role.

“You are much prettier than she is.” He said.

His wife shot him a smile. “When is Misty striking?”

“Giovanni said between one and two, so we have to be ready.”

Lance did look lovely, though. The dark red lace clung to her frame like a second skin, so very tempting, and her long hair hid her face well.

They had studied Pamela for a month secretly to pull off the switch. Failure was not an option. Fortunately, plastic surgery had not been necessary. No doubt a little padding was necessary, but who would notice?

Red could feel his pants getting tighter as he stared at her. “Do we have time to play, first?” He wondered if he needed to use the puppy-dog eyes.

“It’s lucky she is such a well-known dig. This won’t change anything. And yes, we do…” Lance said, as she pulled her towards him for a kiss.

He beamed.

She began to fondle him, as he cuddled.

For the third time, Misty checked her watch. No, she could not act too early; otherwise the pieces wouldn’t fall into play together… the mission would fail that way.

Pamela was busy stuffing herself with pastries. Soon enough though, she waddled in the direction of her room.

How distasteful.

Pamela blinked in shock as she saw… herself? It couldn’t be! But the person looked exactly like her, down to what she was wearing… except they were slimmer…

“What…” She didn’t get to say more, however, before a heavy weight hit her in the skull and she fell to the floor.

Misty quickly tied her up and teleported out with her Jynx.

It was so easy… she wasn’t even carrying Poke Balls! Hah…

“My lady, are you all right?” Several servants burst in.

Lance gave them a glare. Red’s head was still under her skirt. “How dare you interrupt me? Get out! All of you!”

The butler blushed brightly and quickly ushered the others out, stammering apologizes all the while. It was obvious that the scream had been a false alarm. Trust his lady to cause a scene like this…

He had better leave her alone for a few hours.

She was every bit as imperious as the real deal had been, and besides, no one liked having their quiet time disrupted.

Red continued eating her out, grinning.

“Well, that’s another one successful.” She said, smirking. “A few more hours and then we escape. That throws off the time.”

“Yes…” He grinned, licking his lips. After a minute, he let go, and flopped down next to Lance on the bed.

“You don’t mind, do you?” He asked anxiously.

“No, why should I be? We are married.” She pointed out reasonably.

“Just checking,” He said.

Red smiled as Lance hugged him.

They did not leave until the next morning. Two hours later, Giovanni sent the all-clear message. However, they were a bit distracted…

Nonetheless, it had been a job well done, and if they had had some fun out of it, well, that was fine.

The End

Completed 8/23/04

Edited 11/25/09

I must say, I cringe when I look back and see how poorly written some of my lemon scenes were! *Shudder*