Title: Will you get your Wish?
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #51, Will you get your Wish?
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

Warnings: AU, Shonen-ai, shota, PWP

Ash looked at the burnished brass lamp a bit dubiously. Misty had gotten it at some junk shop, and now she certainly looked a lot better, with better proportions and blonde hair. Brock had thought so, but she had malleted him into the ground for trying to grope her. Brock had disappeared after talking to it.

If it really granted wishes, though, what would he wish for?

He wasn’t quite sure. He studied the polished surface thoughtfully. Misty’s wish was easy. She had probably wanted to look better than her sisters, though he was surprised she hadn’t wished to become a great Water Master. Well, it mattered little.

He certainly wasn’t going to wish to become a Pokemon Master. After all, hadn’t he won the Orange League? Plus he’d been a Sweet Sixteen finalist in the Indigo League!

Brock probably wished for a girlfriend. He was that predictable.

Did he want someone like that then? Did he want a girlfriend?

Ash rubbed his chin. Giselle had been kind of cute, but in all honesty, he hadn’t really liked or known her.

Now that Misty looked better… no. Just because she was pretty didn’t change the fact that she still had a vicious temper, and he didn’t want to endure more mallet strikes.

But maybe… he could wish for a best friend or something? Gary didn’t qualify anymore, and both Brock and Misty were different.

Who to choose…

He began to ponder, as his fingers unconsciously rubbed the lamp. There was a puff of oily green smoke, as a girl in a dark blue harem outfit appeared.

“Hello, Master! What is your wish?”

“My wish?” Ash blinked. “I…I want a friend, you know, someone who would be nice to me and love me with pretty hair and…”

The genie nodded, and waved her hands. A moment later, she was gone, and someone else was standing in the clearing.

Lance blinked as he looked at Ash. “What am I doing here?”

Ash blinked back. “Y-You’re…” He would have said more, but then he realized suddenly how good Lance looked in his black silk catsuit with the red designs, and that he really had very pretty hair, almost pink, and…

And then his mind shut up as Lance kicked his legs out from underneath him, pinned him to the ground and kissed him.

Was this what he had wished for? But Lance was a boy!

A boy….

His mind might be protesting, but his body was not, and he colored as he felt his lips part as Lance’s tongue darted into his mouth. It was wrong and what if someone came along and saw them but really did it matter since if this was his wish, he should enjoy it right?

Besides, Lance seemed perfectly happy with the ways things were going.

Why fight something that felt so good?

He felt the Dragon Master’s hands slide into the waistband of his jeans, and he moaned as they were pulled down around his ankles. Things were progressing so quickly… it felt good, especially when Lance touched him there.

Ash closed his eyes again, and let Lance do whatever he wanted. Things went on from there, and finally, he leaned against the Champion’s chest, feeling him kiss him again, wet, bruising kisses. Mmm…

This wish had been a good idea after all!

End Fic

Completed 11/18/06