Title: Surfaces
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #46, In Praise of Surfaces
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: Shonen-ai, sex, PWP

“I can’t believe you!” Red ejaculated.

“Why not?” Lance shot his partner an injured look, as if he doubted the veracity of his words.

“It is physically impossible to have sex in midair.”

Lance raised an eyebrow. “I beg to differ. I can prove it to you if you’d like.”

“Oh?” Red frowned. “Riding on a pokémon doesn’t count, you know. Neither does an airplane.”

“I’m injured that you would think I could stoop to such tricks.”

Red eeped as Lance threw his cape off, revealing a pair of wings. They were smooth silver, sharp-edged dragon’s wings.

“You were saying?” Lance asked, as he carefully kicked off the ground. Red stared for a few minutes, before he recovered his wits.

“W-What are those? How did you get them?”

Lance swooped down in a slow spiraling descent, landing before Red as he tapped him on the nose. “The title of Dragon Master confers some… benefits, to go along with my responsibilities.”

“Wow…”

“Yes. So now that we’ve proved I can fly, want to give it a try?”

“… Sure.” Red decided, having nothing to lose.

Lance wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and Red carefully took a firm grip on Lance’s waist as he kicked off the ground again. They ascended for a while, until Red could see the puffy wisps of clouds below them. It was quite peaceful, if a bit cold.

“Ready?” Lance asked.

Red nodded, promising himself not to look down. He was afraid he might throw up if he did. But as Lance leaned backwards and began undoing his jeans, he had to admit he was also quite excited.

Lance went slow, and Red sighed as he felt himself shudder in release. He was not exactly sure how they were floating several thousand feet above the ground, but thought it best not to mention it.

When he finally screamed, moments later, as Lance kept a firm grip on him and moved his hips, he had to admit that it wasn’t bad at all. The element gave him a feeling of weightlessness, and he idly wondered if he had died and gone to heaven already.

There was no pain…

“Well?”

“All right. You’ve proven your point.” Red pouted.

Lance smirked. “I suppose you want to head back to good old terra firma now.”

“Mm. I’d still like a solid surface. Like a bed.”

Lance chuckled, and after a few moments of cleaning up, they flew back down.

End Fic

Completed 9/19/06

Lance: Pointless almost-smut, I see

Phantomness: ^^V

Red: And then the Author discovers that she can’t post these fics to the 52_flavors community because it doesn’t allow shonen-ai

Phantomness: Oh well. That’s what my webpage is for!

Lance: *Laugh*