Title: Caught in
the Act
Authors: Nephitari Champion and Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Rating: NC-17
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 and Neph both bow* don’t steal or sue!
Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics
if a pokemon talks
Warnings: Fanon, shonen-ai, PWP
Red lay on his bunk in the
His dream of becoming Champion still wasn’t over.
The Pallet Trainer frowned. He
didn't have any ice pokemon, so that was out. And Raichu was strong, but not
strong enough. He would need to do some more training. Maybe he should head
back to
But the day hadn't been an abysmal failure. At least he'd beat the other three Elite. And he'd gotten to see Lance! He blushed slightly. The Dragon trainer was... sexy...
Red shook his head. He couldn't believe he'd been able to see, actually see his idol! The trainer blushed as he started to get hard.
He couldn't believe it! Oh Mew... he had enough trouble concentrating already. This was only making it worse!
He slid his hand down to his crotch, flushing. * Why am I thinking about him this way? I just met him! *
Red pulled his pants off and cupped himself. "Ohh..." He just hoped no one would find him...
The boy closed his eyes, imagining the Dragon Master watching him. He shook his head again. He shouldn't be having all these thoughts about Lance, right?
He'd only just met the other trainer! It was inappropriate!
Even if this was just for jacking off, still! Besides, he liked girls, didn’t he? Like Sabrina! She was pretty.
And he’d met lots of pretty girl trainers on his journey.
But for some reason, thinking of Lance made him burn so hot. Why? He did have those alluring golden eyes... and he had long, pretty hair.
Red arched up into his hand. "Lance..."
He just couldn't stop himself.
Well, he’d just have to deal with it then. He sighed. Stupid bodily functions…
But it wasn’t like anything would actually come of his crush!
At that moment, the Dragon Master
was walking into the
Lance smiled as he handed them to Nurse Joy.
“Your pokemon are healed now.” Nurse Joy smiled. “Will you be staying for dinner, Lance?”
“Yes. I am rather hungry.”
"Great!" Joy checked her watch. "There's another trainer here. Could you go tell him it's time for dinner?"
"Certainly."
Lance walked upstairs. He was surprised to hear moaning.
"Ohhh… Lance!" Red cried, as he came hard, spasming all over his hand.
Outside the door, the Dragon Master paused. Then he smirked. He knew who was in the room.
Lance politely knocked, snapping Red out of a very intense fantasy.
He flushed as he struggled to put himself back in order. “Just a minute!”
A few minutes later, he opened the door.
“Nurse Joy wanted me to call you for dinner.”
His blush deepened when he saw who it was. * Oh no… *
Red followed Lance downstairs, trying to ignore the fluttery feeling in his stomach. He couldn't believe that he had done that, and in front of Lance! What would the Dragon Master think of him now?
How was he ever going to live this down?
Dinner was an excellent affair with pork chops in gravy, mashed potatoes, and string beans, but Red was too jittery to eat much of it. He kept sneaking glances at the Elite Four member.
He hadn't spoken to Lance at all.
Lance waited until Nurse Joy had left the room, before leaning in. "I'm sorry about earlier, Red."
Red blinked.
"I didn't mean to interrupt you."
The younger trainer flushed darkly.
"It's perfectly normal." Lance flipped a hand. "Nothing to be ashamed about."
Red looked around. Oh how he wanted to run away....
Lance took a drink of his orange juice and smiled.
He had such cute fangs... Red shook his head. * Stop it! * Why were his hormones choosing to act up now?
He wasn’t queer, was he? He didn’t think so. Besides, he shouldn’t be thinking about Lance like this. No way!
He took another gulp of his iced water. What was wrong?
Lance met his eyes, and casually slipped one of the memory blocks away. Red was such an adorable child.
Still, he wasn’t that patient, and he wanted his Mate.
Red held his head as the memories hit him. * What… * for many long moments, he just breathed and tried to sort through all the recollections that flashed through his mind. It was hard!
There was so much to process…
Moments later, his eyes took on a slightly golden sheen. Lance moved over and wrapped his arms around his Mate. The Dragon Master smiled when Red didn't move.
Red tilted his head up. He began to purr, recognizing his lover.
Lance smirked and nibbled on Red's neck.
"Mmm...." Red arched against him.
Lance chuckled.
< Mate? >
< Yes? >
Red licked Lance's throat. < My Mate... >
Lance bit him, lightly. Red wriggled slightly. < Bed? > He asked hopefully.
Lance pulled away, smirking. < How much do you want me, Mate? >
< Very much! >
The Elite Four member chuckled, as he warped them to the bedroom. < Enough to agonize over me, I suppose. >
Red nodded. He wanted Lance so much...
Lance slipped a large hand over his genitals, crooning softly.
Red purred.
< Did you miss my touch, pet? > Lance asked, unzipping his jeans.
< Very much so, love. > Red groaned when Lance finally quit teasing him and lapped at the head of his straining erection.
Lance chuckled again. He sucked harder.
Red moaned. Even though he hadn't really remembered before, he really had missed the other's touch.
Perhaps it was instinctive.
Lance ran his tongue against the little slit on the crown, as Red screamed and creamed himself, gasping.
The redhead licked his lips and leaned forward to kiss Red.
Red looked satisfied, but Lance wasn't quite finished. He eased the boy's jeans the rest of the way down.
Red looked up at Lance lovingly.
He grinned. He kissed Red again, before inserting a finger. The boy moaned, not minding the intrusion. < So good… >
< Ah. >
< Lance-chan… > the black haired trainer glanced up at his boyfriend, feeling that digit probing him deeper. Nice…
< Tell me... >
< Love you. > He nuzzled under Lance's chin.
Lance smiled and slipped a second finger inside.
< So very, very much… >
Lance stroked him a few more times, before he leaned forwards and kissed Red. < It'll be dry. >
< I don't care. > The adoration in Red's eyes spoke volumes, as Lance impaled him. He gasped, feeling that thick rod pumping into him.
< Ohhhh... it's been far too long, love… > Lance groaned, gripping Red’s hips as he thrust forwards.
Red nodded in agreement.
Lance kissed him gently. < Love you... >
< I know. I love you too, Lance-chan. >
They moved together, and it was perfect.
End Fic
Completed 11/1/07
Yes, this is blatant PWP! And I don’t care… it was fun and I needed the stress relief.
Lance: *Smirk*
Red: *Blush*