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

Chapter 9

That night, Lance dressed him in pastel green, and spent the entire evening dancing attendance on him. Red felt oddly touched by the gesture, and as the hours slipped by, found himself more and more enraptured. Perhaps drinking four of five martinis had not been the wisest course of action, but he had his hands down Lance’s pants, in the middle of the ballroom, before he quite realized what he was doing.

Lance was smirking like the cat that had eaten the canary, as he kissed the surprised trainer.

“Well… We’re being quite forward, aren’t we?”

“So?” Red asked blandly.

“Are you an exhibitionist?” Lance asked.

“Maybe…”

“Ooh, I like that.” Lance crooned, as he steered Red over to a wall, before kissing him again. “But I think you’re a bit too drunk to be dealing with me.”

Red said nothing, before he kissed Lance, eyes bright. “I’m beginning to think you like playing with me, Dragon Master.”

“Naughty, naughty. Who told you that?”

“I guessed.” Red grinned.

“Mm,” Lance purred, as he slipped his hands around Red’s waist, and Red gasped as Lance revealed that there was a zipper set in the front of the dress, cleverly hidden with cascades of frilly lace.

He closed his eyes and leaned back as Lance slipped the skirts aside, and began fondling him through his silk panties – red this time, he realized with a fervent blush.

“All hot and ready for me?” The Dragon Master crooned.

“Yes.” Red breathed. It wasn’t like he was a virgin any more, and he beamed as Lance kissed him, again, before reaching between his legs and undoing the zipper. He shivered as Lance eased the soaked garments down his legs, and ran his fingers over the tip of his cock.

“Pretty…” Lance murmured, as he freed himself and thrust forwards, and Red yelped, and then relaxed around him, almost purring at the sensation. He was beyond caring if doing this made him gay or not, and as Lance began to pump him with long, exquisite strokes, he decided that he didn’t even care that he was dressed like a girl.

He felt himself clench around Lance’s length, felt climax grip him with a shudder, spilling pearly fluid over himself, and then, Lance smirked, and the world flashed blue around them – teleport, Red realized – before they were on Lance’s bed.

Red glanced up at him, and laughed, as they kissed again.

It’s like a disease, Lance thinks, watching Red sleep later. He’s addicted to this boy, between one heartbeat and the next, and Lance is a very jealous dragon.

Lance sighed, and decided he should probably think very carefully about if he wanted to continue this relationship. Red was adorable, but that alone would not be enough.

Perhaps he ought to have a chat with his father…

< Child? >

< Father. > Lance greeted respectfully, as he appeared in Lugia’s crystal cave. He sank down to one knee in a bow for a moment, before Lugia waved him up.

< What brings you here? The Ceremony is not for another four months. >

“I know.” Lance sighed. “I… am conflicted.”

< Do tell. >

Lance closed his eyes, trying to gather his frayed thoughts. < I feel an attraction between Red and myself. >

Lugia smiled. He knew the answer, though he would not tell. < Is he a trainer you dislike? >

< No. I find him cute… adorable, as it were. He’s soft. I would like to protect him. But I also wish to make him mine, to own him. >

< It is the dragon blood in you, Child. If you wish him as your Mate, he is yours for the taking. >

< I do not wish to take. >

< I know. > Lugia shifted, becoming a slender man with long white hair and piercing blue eyes. < You love him. >

< … Love? > Lance stared. < That cannot be. >

< You certainly care for him. There is nothing wrong with love, Lance. >

< But my duties… >

< Are not exclusive. If he can endure separation from you once a year, what is wrong with that? >

Nothing, just… < It’s happening too fast, Father. I feel different. >

< I know. But your heart is pure, Child, and your intentions are good, and he must be special or else his bones would be crying now. >

Lance nodded.

Well, if it were his fate to fall in love with Red, things could be a lot worse!

This he could accept. And he’d cuddle Red some more, and make sure he didn’t go running off to another trainer.

What else could he do?

< Well, I think they’re off to a good start. >

“Never took you for a voyeur, Will.” Charlotte said, spearing a cocktail sausage.

The psychic gave her an affronted glance. < Why I never! I can simply see their auras meshing. >

“Mm.” The fire trainer chewed, and then swallowed. “Well, in any case, it will be interesting to see where this path leads.”

< You know more than you’re letting on, don’t you? >

“Of course!” She flipped a hand idly. “I think it will work out all right though. Red’s adapting, and soon, it will no longer matter.”

< … >

“Aren’t they a cute couple though?”

< The only thing missing is cream and strawberries. > Will said sarcastically.

“Wow, you’re moody. It must be because Karen’s off on a solo assignment and won’t be back until next week, isn’t it?”

Will’s silence was enough answer, and Charlotte chuckled.

The rest of the month spun by startlingly quickly, and so, when Lance asked Red if he wanted to stay with him, he said yes.

Day by day, things were changing. People were adapting, or dying in droves when they refused to repent of their crimes.

The world was changing for the better.

Now, there was only one thing left to do – prepare to summon Lugia, and cleanse the earth.

End Chapter

Started 7/31/07

Completed 8/2/07

Lance kills people. Lance is generally not a nice person. He’s trying to figure out what makes Red special? And yes, this has fanon references but neither Red nor Lance have their memories. Charlotte might, but she’s not telling!