Summer, yay summer! If this was school I’d be dead.
Disclaimer: It is supremely very lucky that Phantomness doesn’t own pokemon. Otherwise… well, you don’t want to know. Anyways, pokemon belongs to Satoshi Tajiri and Nintendo. This is on-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfic I wrote and it’s mine! Don’t take it, that’s plagiarism.
Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks
Warnings: Shonen-ai championshipping (Ash x Lance), possible lemon scenes in this chapter…
Chapter 17
Afterwards, Ash basked in the warm afterglow as Lance stroked his hair tenderly. It had felt _so_ good…
He didn’t care what happened next.
“Lance?”
“What is it?” The dragon trainer asked.
“Why did you wait so long?”
Lance chuckled. “We’re still children, Ash.”
“I guess you’re right…”
“Besides, I won’t let us go any farther than this yet. I’ll hurt you.”
“A-all right…”
Lance smiled. “Don’t worry, I will protect you, even if I have to keep you safe from myself.”
“Hai!”
Ash eeped as Lance kissed him, and then handed him a towel. “Come on, it’s getting dark. And we’ll turn into prunes if we stay in the water.”
Ash nodded.
The next day, they went bike riding in the mountains near Viridian. That was fun too, even when they kept falling off.
Bike riding was a talent too…
“Well, here’s your next mission.” Giovanni said, with the vanilla folder again. Lance took it, they made respectful leavings, and then they examined it in their room.
“Man, this is like trying to decipher the Da Vinci code…”
“Really? It’s that hard?”
“The people who write these things always use way too many words…”
“That’s true.”
“Got it.” Lance said, after half an hour. “We need to…”
“Yes?”
Ash did not say more as Lance smiled.
How scary…
“We’re doing undercover work again.”
“Hai!”
“So… we need to get dressed up.”
“What kind of undercover work?”
“We’re scouting the S. S. Anne. We’ll also be there for backup when Jessie and James start the pokemon thieving.”
“So?”
Lance’s smile got wider. “We’re playing a couple. You look cute and innocent enough.”
Ash blushed slightly. “But then…”
“Close your eyes and wait five minutes.” Lance said, before he opened the closet.
“You can open them now.” Lance said in a softer voice.
Ash did, and gasped.
“Wow…”
Even though it was Lance, he was still flabbergasted. The clinging black fabric clung to every surface. Lance’s hair had been taken out of its spikes and brushed down, so it fell to mid-back in a semi-wave curve.
So cute…
“Why are you playing the girl?”
“I can control myself better.” Lance purred. His black dress swished against him, and Ash was taken aback by the fact that if it weren’t for him being flat chested, he would have made a really pretty girl.
Ash’s blood all rushed to one area and he nodded mutely. “When is it?”
“The S.S. Anne sails tomorrow.”
“All right.”
Lance kissed Ash on the cheek, and then proceeded to strip off the silk, before frowning.
Ash gulped as he stared at Lance’s bare chest.
“How do you think I looked?”
“Like a girl.”
“That’s good. I’d rather not wear padding.” Lance said simply.
“Oh.” Ash said. “But you look pretty without it anyways.”
“That’s good…”
“So, um, what’s your name going to be?”
Lance grinned. “Lelian.”
“Pretty.” Ash said. * It’s pretty close to his real name too, so hopefully I won’t forget… *
Still… the thought of going on a cruise with Lance as his ‘date’ was very appealing, even if it was a mission.
Lance smiled as he looked at Ash. It was so easy to bend Ash to his will… besides; it was better using pleasure than pain any day.
He kissed Ash on the forehead chastely, leaning over the boy on the bed.
Ash colored as his body made its demands known again. Lance smiled, feeling the hardness pressing against his thigh. < So… >
“I’m sorry.”
< No, it’s fine, but really, you should control it. Otherwise, what will happen on the ship? >
Ash
blushed. < Hai. >
Lance blinked. * So, the first
stages of melding have begun. If this keeps up, he will learn my healing power
too. That will be good. *
< Don’t worry too much though. >
Ash blinked, before Lance kissed him passionately, as Ash moaned, his fingers sliding down Lance’s smooth, bare skin.
< Yes… > Lance hissed, as Ash’s finger grazed one of his nipples. Ash blinked, then slipped his fingers down further.
Slightly slippery skin met his probing digits, and he ran his fingers across steel and velvet, smiling.
< Go on. >
Ash did, his fist rubbing roughly against the shaft, before a warm gush of liquid covered them.
Frowning, Ash brought it up to taste. It was bittersweet, like honey mixed with wine. Interesting.
Lance smiled. < You like it? >
Ash nodded mutely.
< That’s good. > Lance said; as he stood up and began putting his rocket uniform back on. < Just checking. >
Ash smiled.
End Chapter
Completed 6/25/04