Title: Love?
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #32, It’s called love at first, and it doesn’t hurt

Rating: PG-13
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. Zensho-verse

Warnings: Shonen-ai, shota

           

            Red sat in his bedroom hugging his knees to his chest and trying to make the flush in his cheeks go away. He wasn’t sure why it was happening – was he sick? But he didn’t think he had a cold…

            No, all Lance had said was that he looked nice, since he’d been wearing his new jacket, the one with the long black sleeves and the Charizard embroidered on the back. So why had he felt so strange?

            It made no sense!

            With a sigh, he released his pokémon. Maybe they would know.

 

            Raichu, Jigglypuff, Alakazam, Charizard, Ditto and Lapras gathered around him.

            “Is something wrong?” Lapras asked. As she was the only one who could speak English, she was designated as their spokeswoman.

            “I think so.” Red sighed. “I think I might be sick.”

            Raichu hugged his leg in worry, and he petted her on the head. “Don’t worry. I don’t think it’s dangerous…”

            Charizard huffed out a flame in approval, upon seeing Red’s jacket.

            “Why don’t you tell us more?” Lapras suggested, as Jigglypuff hopped onto Red’s bed and hugged his pillow for reassurance.

            Red closed his eyes. “Okay. Well, this is what happened…”

 

            He related the short account, and opened his eyes again. “You don’t think Lance hurt me or anything, do you?” He asked anxiously. He didn’t think the Dragon Master would do that, but…

            Charizard began to laugh, roaring wildly, while Raichu smacked him on the wing companionably.

            Of course not! Tell him Lapras!

            Lapras shook her head. “No, Red. You’re not sick.”

            “Really?”

            “Really.” She shrugged. “However, you should be worried. After all, I don’t think you’re old enough to have eggs yet.”

            “E-Eggs?” Red gasped.

            That’s right! Jigglypuff chirped. He wants to mate you!

            “M-Mate?” Red stammered, once Lapras had translated for the balloon pokémon. “What’s that?”

            Ditto blinked. You don’t know?

            He doesn’t know? Charizard echoed incredulously.

            Humans learn these things later. Lapras said severely, as Raichu winked. Perhaps we should not pressure him. I’ll tell his mom when he goes home for another visit.

            Red blinked as his pokemon conversed amongst them selves. “ So… ah…”

 

            < I believe I may be of assistance. > Alakazam sent. < Here. >

            As he began transmitting images of his own fond memories, being the eldest and most experienced of Red’s pokémon, Red began to turn red and finally, he had to grab the box of Kleenex from his desk to stop his nosebleed.

            “You mean that Lance wants to do that with me?”

            Ditto nodded.

            Red blushed deeper, trying to banish the sight of various pokémon mating from his mind. “Does it hurt?”

            < Oh, perhaps a little, but the pleasure is worth it. > Alakazam said fondly.

            Ditto changed into Lance, and Red eeped as he noticed that the pokémon wasn’t wearing clothes. “I can practice with you first if you want.” He said in Lance’s voice.

            “N-No, that’s okay!” Red covered his eyes and ran out of the room.

            His pokémon giggled amongst them selves.

            This should make Master happy!

           

            “Are you all right?” Lance asked, as Red nearly bowled over him. He was quite surprised when Red glomped him tightly.

            “So…um…” Red coughed with an adorable pink blush tinting his cheeks. “Do you want to mate me?”

            Lance blinked twice, pausing to parse that phrase mentally. “Sure.” He said, not expecting the Champion to be so direct. He led the way to his room, wondering what Red was on, and deciding that he didn’t care. The boy was so cute.

            Red beamed as Lance closed the door behind them and pushed him onto the bed, starting to strip him. Alakazam wouldn’t lie to him.

            This would be fun!

 

End Fic

Completed 11/18/06

I like Zensho! It’s so cute!

And no actual lemon… sorry! You may imagine what happened afterwards.