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

Chapter 6

 

            Pikachu watched in abject horror as his trainer closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss. Lance broke it seconds later, sliding his arms around Red’s waist and pulling him close.

            “I’ll do anything…” The Dragon Master almost purred. “Just keep my dragons safe…” Red did not answer, still dazed from the kiss, and as Lance’s fingers slipped between his legs and sought out the stiffening flesh there, he lost himself to the contact-high of sensation and thrust into that hand, not caring about anything but the emotions running like fire through his mind.

            By the time the bed entered into the equation, he was vaguely aware of straddling Lance’s hips while the older boy writhed underneath him, and then the feeling of control as he dug his nails into Lance’s shoulders and took him.

            It was not until afterwards that he realized what he – they had done. Mew, Lance had… had… offered him everything, just to keep his dragons safe.

            That was very disturbing.

 

            “He’s broken.” Red murmured, as he watched Lance sleep. Venusaur had blasted him with Sleep Powder so Red could have some time to think without interference, and now he stroked Pikachu’s fur, trying to concentrate. “He… he…”

            I thought you liked it.

            “Well I did, but! I’m not the sort of person who does … these things!” Red blushed as he glanced in the direction of the bedroom.

            Pikachu did not reply. His heart was in turmoil.

            Lance was evil. Lance had killed. Lance would have destroyed all of humanity and many pokemon…

            But… but this ‘new’ Lance…

            He seemed to be the opposite, if Master Red was right.

            What was he supposed to do now? Forgive? The rat’s cheeks sparked as he clenched his paws. It would not be easy to forgive. The wounds were still fresh. And he certainly would not forget…

            Red closed his eyes. “It’s not like I can pretend nothing happened. Sure, he was the one who started it, but I know I kissed him back, and then…”

            He felt guilty, but it had felt good.

            Would he be able to keep from doing it again?

            Red wasn’t sure.

 

            Lance shook off the Sleep Powder after several hours, a bit surprised to be still alive and breathing. Had his tactics really worked that well?

            Or was Red too innocent to contemplate death?

            He wasn’t quite sure which was the answer…

            Pikachu was glaring at him from the countertop, and he didn’t need his power to sense the rage directed at him.

            He sighed, and ignored him.

 

            Red came in a few minutes later and jumped when he saw Lance was awake. The Dragon Master smiled at him fondly, and Red flushed.

            “Um… hi?”

            Lance smirked as he slid off the bed and wound his arms around Red’s waist, pulling him into a hug. Red flushed, pulling away.

            Lance blinked. “What’s wrong?”

            “… Everything.” Red frowned. “We – we shouldn’t have done that!”

            Lance cocked his head to the side, surprise flickering into his golden eyes. “You didn’t like it? Did I hurt you?”

            “That’s not the problem!” Red frowned. “Y-You’re supposed to do those things with someone you like, and…”

            “But I do like you.” Lance frowned. “You’re very soft and warm. And you’re powerful.”

           

            “But that doesn’t explain why you did it!”

            Lance looked puzzled. “There should be a reason?”

            Red blinked, a bit surprised. “Er… yes.” He said, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. Pikachu sparked angrily, but Red paid him no attention.

            “I like you.”

            “That… still! What if I don’t like you in that way back!”

            It took Lance a second or two to puzzle out Red’s meaning, but his expression changed immediately. “I see…”

            Red watched as Lance turned and strode out of the bedroom.

 

            Pikachu grinned. That worked brilliantly!

            “I suppose so.” The Pallet trainer frowned.

            But if everything had gone so well, why did he feel just the tiniest bit guilty?

           

End Chapter

Created 11/27/06

Completed 11/30/06

Writer’s block is such a bitch… *Sob*

Poor Lance! *Phantomness huggles*

Lance: *Sighs*

Red: *Cries*