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

Red = Ash, Red is a nickname.

Chapter 5

 

            She never thought dying would hurt this much.

            Now, she knew.

            Lugia watched impassively as the foolish mortal who had tried to claim him – and his son – writhed in pain.

            Psychic.

            It was so easy.

            So effortless… really, why did they condemn him and his kind? They did the same – only with guns.

            Bombs…

            What was the difference?

            Is it because we fight for ‘darkness’ and you fight for ‘light’? Don’t make me laugh. You shine no light, only shadows that are empty and false.

            She died.

 

            “I’m glad.”

            “I am too.”

            They stood there, the wind ruffling their hair in salt spray.

            The investigation started the next day.

 

            Did they find anything worth mentioning? No.

            Did they find any relationship evidence? No. Both could be amazingly cold and clipped if needed.

            Ice, steel, metal…

            It was perfect.

            Almost like two mechanical dolls that just happened to be in the same area.

            It freaked the reporters out, and they left before they had really come.

 

            “It worked. They’ll leave us alone now.”

            Gold met Red and lightning flashed between them.

            “Love you forever.”

            “So do I…”

            Another cycle began anew as they met in the dance of the night.

 

End Chapter

Ha! No lemon yet… completed 7/10/04

I really am trying not to plagiarize myself, since I thought this was sufficiently different from ‘Unwanted’. It seems better to me…

 

 

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This is rated NC-17/R, so do not read if underage! This is your last warning! >.<

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            “Hate her.”

            “I know you do.”

            “I want to break her.”

            “… Do you?”

            “Why not?”

            “You know what you might have to use.” He watched understanding dawn, followed swiftly by disgust.

            “Sickening.”

            “Be careful…”

            “I will.” He smiled. “Do you remember the first time?”

            “Hai.”

 

******************Flashback mode************************************

Ash age 14

 

            It had started off innocently enough; maybe _too_ innocently was Lance’s thought when he reflected back.

            In either case, he had been relaxing after another raid. No wounds, really, what else was healing for?

            Ash was lying next to him on the bed, reading a manga. There wasn’t anything really wrong with that either, except that Ash was only wearing his pajama pants, but that wasn’t all…

            Lance was shirtless and around his neck glittered Lugia’s necklace, a white crystal between two wings of upswept steel. No, it wasn’t steel, it was metal forged in dragon’s fire and dragon’s ice, the strongest elements not broken. It was powerful.

            Ash’s action had been completely unexpected. Lance didn’t mind kisses, but he did mind when Ash suddenly pounced on him. Literally. He panicked, he remembered, but then Ash had kissed him.

            “Aniki, I really… I can’t help myself.”

            “Kawaii little one…”

            “Really, aniki…” And he had cried, he hated seeing him cry. “I can’t control my feelings ever since I got those memories…”

            “Shh…”

            He had caressed him until he felt better.

            That was nice…

 

            His fingers slipped lower of their own accord, brushing against hardness as the little one blushed, but nodded.

            He kissed Ash, moved down to suckle on his nipples as the little one twitched, while his fingers rubbed smooth flesh to metal under velvet and Ash moaned, before his cum splattered all over Lance’s front.

            Lance’s eyes widened as Ash smiled and began using his tongue to clean all traces, shuddering at the warm wetness spreading over his body, before Ash did something he hadn’t expected.

            “Ah!”

            Ash smiled as he continued reaming Lance, before the Dragon Master cried out himself, shaking.

            “Nice…” Ash said, before Lance pushed him down and claimed him.

            < Mine. >

            < I know, aniki, I know. And you know what? I don’t care because all I love is you. >

            He smiled in response; fingers sliding lower as they cried out in mutual satisfaction. < I know. >

 

END