This fic only rates Pg-13, but there will be a lemon at the end…

Disclaimer: Don’t own pokemon. ‘Nuff said. Do not take my work.

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

Chapter 6

Giovanni laughed.

It had been so easy! Now, all the gyms were under his control, and the Elite… well, they were either his or dead.

Bruno had tried to be noble, attacking him, but he was dead.

Agatha was old, she was gone, and dead, well, old age did that…

But… what more did he want?

“Lance.”

“Hai.” The Dragon Master bowed as he came in. Now this one was easy to control, Giovanni suspected he was insane, and the efficient coldness was helpful. Lance’s golden eyes were like chips of ice as he waited patiently for orders. Lance would never rebel, and he didn’t care.

“There’s someone I want you to capture.”

Lance was silent. Giovanni slid a picture across the desk. “Him.”

Lance nodded.

Giovanni laughed as he left.

No will… yes, Lance did make a perfect assassin… he had lost count already of the dead, but no matter...

Oh, it was sweet.

He smiled.

“Lance…”

“Shh…”

Ash looked nervous. He’d heard rumors, during his three months of hiding… well, it wasn’t too bad, but…

Lance kissed him swiftly. “I love you.”

Ash blushed, but felt his doubts melt away as he kissed Lance back, hard.

“Giovanni wants you.”

“Why?”

“I have no idea… I do not trust him though.”

“But…” Ash winced. “If you don’t bring me back, what happens?”

“Well, I suppose death… no, he still has use for me. Probably just torture.”

“Lance, how can you not care?”

“Of course I care, but I care for you more.” Lance said. “So, it’s your decision. Will you come?”

Ash nodded.

The next day, Giovanni was pleased. Quite.

“You’ve done exceedingly well, Lance… I know. You can have him.”

“What?” Ash asked in shock.

“Well,” Giovanni shrugged, “I’ve heard that Lance likes children…you seem to be young enough.”

“Hai, thank you, Giovanni.”

Giovanni chuckled. “Well, Lance, enjoy your present. I don’t have anything else for you to do for now, so take a few weeks off. Enjoy!”

Lance nodded. “Thank you, Giovanni.”

Ash was crying for show when Lance took him outside, screaming and Giovanni laughed.

Oh yes, this would definitely bring forth the demon in the Dragon Master, once and for all. And then, he wouldn’t even think of rebellion.

He kept his voice and face emotionless until he and Ash were back in his quarters.

“Lance?”

“I don’t like dying either,” Lance said. “But yes, I do kill for him… that’s what I’m capable of, and as long as he needs me…”

“I don’t care.”

Lance blinked.

Ash hugged him tightly. “I don’t care what happens. I just want you.”

“Oh, well, that can easily be arranged.” Lance said with a smirk. * After all, Giovanni will see what he wants to, and… *

Ash quickly adjusted to life, it wasn’t _bad_, per se. Lance slept with him almost every night, and in between, his time was mostly his own. As for his pokemon, Giovanni let him keep them…

Or, he didn’t know…

Either way, he didn’t quite care.

He learned a little bit more about Lance. He was Giovanni’s prized assassin, and he killed silently and without a mess.

Lorelei told him that.

“And the best thing is, Lance doesn’t let himself care about the people who die, and that is exactly what Giovanni wants.”

“I see…”

“So he’s perfect for the job.”

Ash didn’t care, after all, he was Lance’s now and he would never, ever leave, so he was happy enough.

He simply chose not to see death.

One day, though, he had the misfortune to run into Misty.

“Ash! What are you doing here?”

Ash kept his voice quiet, as befitted his role, as the black woven bracelets on his wrists glittered. “Master Lance sent me here.”

Misty blinked. “Master Lance?”

“Ah, Misty! You know him?” Giovanni asked. Ash kept his eyes down as he continued mixing the cinnamon biscuits Lance had requested.

If anything, his new role taught him how to cook. It was like he had inherited his mom’s skills overnight.

“Traveled with him for a bit.” Misty spat.

Giovanni nodded. “I see.”

“He was the worst trainer I ever saw.”

Ash kept silent, biting his tongue. * Worst trainer? Who won back your Staryu and Starmie, you ungrateful bitch? *

Oh, how he hated Misty…

He finished making the pastries and quickly escaped.

“Ah, you’re back.” Lance said. He tossed a handful of bloodstained cloth in the wastebasket and smiled.

The shiny blades he used glittered in the half-light.

“Hai, Master Lance.” Ash said. Lance took a biscuit, bit into it, and grinned.

“They taste great.”

“Arigato, Master Lance.”

Lance nodded slightly. < Remember, we both have our parts to play in public. So… >

< I know. >

Of course, he didn’t mind fulfilling the other part of his role, not at all…

Giovanni opened the door, to find Lance with his eyes closed while Ash was sucking him off. Misty gaped from behind him.

Ash did not speak, just continued his task until Lance stopped him. Startled blue met fire as Lance smiled at Misty.

“Well, Lance, I see you certainly enjoy your pet.”

“Hai, Giovanni.” Lance said respectfully. “I thank you.”

“Oh, well, you deserved something anyways.”

Misty was still staring in shock.

Lance smiled as he wound his arms around Ash possessively. “Was there something you required of me, Giovanni?”

“Oh, no, not at the moment.” Giovanni said, before leaving. Misty stayed.

“I-I can’t believe it! Ash, you’re – you’re-!”

Ash did not reply.

“Please, Misty.” Lance said. “I’m not quite finished and unless you want to watch?”

Misty gulped, turning blue. “No.”

She quickly left.

Ash turned innocent brown eyes on Lance, who spun him around and kissed him. < Mine… >

< Hai. >

END FIC

Completed 8/9/04

Lance: No AAMRN = yay!
Pika-chan: *eating a giant slice of strawberry cheesecake*

Phantomness: ^-^

Ash: *hugs Phantomness* Well, at least I’m happy, ne?

WARNING: LEMON AHEAD! DO NOT READ IF UNDERAGE!

DO NOT READ LEMON IF UNDERAGE. ALSO, THIS IS SHONEN-AI, IF YOU DON’T LIKE THAT… DON’T READ!!!

Still here? Well, you’d better be of age then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you! And if you don’t like shonen-ai, then you don’t have to read it.

****************************Bonus Lemon Section***********************

Ash blinked as Lance pounced.

The Dragon Master broke off his heated kissing a minute later, as he wandered downwards. Ash blushed as his black t-shirt and his vest dropped to the ground, as Lance licked his way down, pausing to flick Ash’s nipples with his tongue. Ash twitched slightly, as his cock only got harder, blood rushing to him as he blushed.

“So cute.” Lance smiled.

“A-ano…”

“If you want to stop, then say the word now. If I keep going I won’t be able to stop myself.” He warned.

Ash shook his head, urging Lance to continue. The trainer nodded as Ash’s jeans and underwear were quickly removed, as he began caressing Ash’s manhood with his fingers, before he stuck his tongue out.

“Ah!”

Lance paused. < Am I hurting you? >

“N-no!” Ash made a strangled noise as Lance’s tongue wriggled inside of his butt. He hadn’t even known that was possible… but it was so warm, although Lance wasn’t saying anything, being otherwise occupied, but the wind was roaring in his ears. He wouldn’t faint, he-!
“AH! LANCE!” He shrieked, as he shuddered and let himself float into the heavens for a few brief moments, as his body contracted and released on its own. So… warm…

The warm tongue cleaning the traces off his chest and still-hard cock only made it much better.

Lance smiled, kissing Ash deeply and letting him taste his own juices. “Nice, wasn’t it?”

“Hai.” Ash purred. Lance unzipped his own pants, letting his erection spring out. Ash’s eyes increased their diameter exponentially.

“You… wow…”

Lance smirked, before he frowned. “Ash, you wouldn’t happen to have any lubricant would you?”

“Hm?” Ash blushed, but then quickly opened his backpack. Lance spotted the aloe vera gel and grinned. “That’ll do.”

Ash gasped as Lance’s phallus circled around his opening, teasing him. “Ready?” Without waiting for a reply, the Elite held Ash’s shoulders and then pushed himself in, sighing as he was enveloped in that hot tightness.

“Oh!” Ash cried, as Lance drove into him, but it felt so good… Lance’s breath was hot on his shoulders as he pumped himself in and out, and in a few minutes, he wasn’t really thinking coherently anyways, just trying to get Lance to go deeper inside of him. “Yes! Lance! Harder!”

Lance tilted his hips slightly, changing the angle as he drove himself in, drunk on the feeling of that all-consuming heat, as his temperature seemed to increase, but Ash wasn’t complaining, even when Lance pulled himself out afterwards and he realized that his partner was sore and bleeding. He quickly released him.

“Ash! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-.” Lance gasped, as he looked at the boy. His poor abused asshole was now red, as spunk dribbled out, but Ash shook his head.

“That felt so good, Lance…” He kissed Lance harder, as he impaled himself back on Lance’s iron rod. “Let’s do it again.” He smiled at the feeling of Lance’s silk-clad body rubbing against his bare one. It felt so sinful, but right…

Lance blinked, but his body was in no position to complain and he obliged. As long as the boy was happy, what did it matter? Besides, Ash wanted him, so why would he deny his sweet?

Ash purred happily. * I’m so happy… *

END