I’m brilliant! *Dances around in a shower of gold sparkles*

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

Chapter 8

“I want you to hurt me.” Red whispered, breathlessly. Oh yes, he did… being cuddled was nice, but he felt that he was ready, and he could not deny that… darker pleasures waited.

Lance’s eyes were two golden pinpoints of light as the lantern suddenly went out, and he could feel Lance’s breath on his neck.

“Oh, I will hurt you…” Lance’s voice was low and Red shivered, feeling his cock harden almost instantly, as Lance’s fingers trailed down between his legs…

“Please!”

Lance kissed him again, and Red’s brain decided that there was no use wasting speech now. Oh, he wanted this badly…

And then there was hot sharp pain and he gave a relieved scream, even as Lance’s nails dug into his shoulders, drawing stripes of blood… and even when sharp fangs pierced his throat, he only sighed in delirious ecstasy…

Afterwards, Lance teleported them back home to Whirl Islands, surprised. Red was so adaptable, it was… useful. And if guilt kept him from returning to Kanto for a while longer, then so be it.

The only problem that might arise would be if Yellow came after Red. It was she who had caused the whole mess at Cerise Island, after all…

But no, Yellow was only a child, a foolish child, but a child nonetheless. He hoped that Lorelei and Agatha had killed her, or better yet, subjected her to torture.

The thought made his fingers tingle with excitement, as he laughed.

Things were falling into place after all.

Soon, he might bring Lugia over to Johto… but no; Johto did not deserve to fall just yet.

They had the three legendary beasts to guard it after all…

Red stirred sleepily as Lance changed his bandages, and activated the Viridian Power. It would do no good to leave Red bruised and battered because of their exertions.

He kissed the boy’s cheek, and Red stilled.

Comfort was so hard to find in this icy hell, that even a cold-hearted Dragon Master must be better than no company at all…

Was Red truly blind to his power, and his presence?

No. It must be that Red ignored it. The boy was a bit of an empath, after all…

Red woke up, feeling sore and happy. He spotted a thermos on the bedside table that had appeared in their absence and smiled.

The rich aroma of coffee drifted up as he grinned.

It was wonderful. He stretched luxuriously, surprised at how little pain he felt. Everything had healed well. Either that, or Lance had healed him.

Red smiled.

“Awake, I see.”

Red held the cup steady. He had become a bit more accustomed to Lance’s comings and goings after their time together. “I am glad you did not leave me.”

“You are too cute to leave alone.” Lance teased, gratified when Red ducked his face into his mug to avoid answering.

Cute.

It was a weakness, keeping Red around, but he would learn to deal with it.

Great sex helped too.

Besides, Red was so eager to please. What a welcome change from normal humans, who he had to intimidate or attack.

Red’s lips parted underneath his as he stole a kiss, before Red kicked the covers off and yawned, getting up.

“I’m all sticky now…”

“I’m sure we can get you clean.” Lance winked, and they walked to the bathing chambers quickly.

Red closed his eyes and let Lance wash his hair, idly popping floating bubbles with a wet finger.

It was so different here!

It was almost relaxing. Perhaps that was why he was edgy. He had gotten used to a high-energy, high-impact life after becoming Champion.

Perhaps it was time to slow down and smell the roses, as the saying went.

“Itai…”

“Lance? What’s wrong?”

Lance winced, but Red caught it. “You’re still injured?”

“I…it seems that my Healing power did not work as well I thought.” Lance coughed, looking horrified when blood came up.

Red moved surprisingly quickly for one who had first been injured and then fucked into oblivion. “Bed. Now.”

Before Lance knew what was quite going on, he had been dried and dressed in a loose kimono of black silk, and tucked into bed – the only bed they had, as it was plenty large enough for two and Lance had never thought about purchasing another one. It would have been a bit difficult to transport here, after all.

Red snuggled in next to him and held him. That was the first sign that something might be wrong. The second sign was the strange fizzy feeling. Lance’s eyes rolled back in his head and he blacked out.

Red looked at him mournfully. “I’m sorry I had to do that, but if you knew what I could do, you’d hate me…”

A pale glow surrounded Red, much like how Lance would glow when he used the Viridian Power, but this aura was tinted red.

Lance gave a sigh as bubbles of light began to enter his chest as Red pressed against him, willing the injury to heal.

Red also had healing power of a sort, hand in hand with his empathy, but he could only heal others, and only ones that he trusted with his life.

It was lucky Lance had made it onto the list.

He was lightheaded himself when it stopped, and he snuggled up against Lance, feeling better already.

It would be all right.

Neither of them would die this night.

End Chapter

Completed 6/19/06

*Thwaps brain*

I wanted to end it this chapter, not make it longer! Ay!