Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ 100_Situations: Theme Set #1 ❯ Theme #2: Back Alley ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Back Alley
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red/Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #2, Back Alley
Rating: NC-17
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

Warnings: AU, shonen-ai, shota, PWP

 

“What do you want?” Lance snapped. The shadow had been following him for several days, and he was getting heartily sick of it. “Look, if you're wanting an autograph, you can just come out and say so, and if not, well…” He smirked as he turned around, casually flicking the poisoned needles from their wrist-holders into his hands.

The shadow said nothing.

Lance waited for a moment, before his eyes glittered gold and he attacked. There was a cry of surprise as the person toppled over, six or seven poisoned needles embedded in his torso. Lance smirked.

“This is Arbok venom. It only takes about twenty seconds to kill someone with it…” He purred. There was no response from his stalker, but he did not expect one.

After half a minute, Lance casually lifted the man's hood, nodding. It was another one of Team Rocket's clones. He had no idea how they managed to clone humans, but these were almost superhuman, incapable of emotion and much tougher. Still… he wasn't one to be caught defenseless.

He idly reached into his belt for a dragon blade, slit the man's throat, and left the alley. No sooner had he gone than another shadow dropped down from above with a smirk.

“Wow, he's good… but of course, I wouldn't expect anything less from the Dragon Master of the Indigo League…”

“Oh?” A voice sounded behind him, and Red spun around in shock, even as Lance smirked. Golden threads wound up his arms and legs, before dragging him into a spread-eagled position in midair.

 

Lance smirked as he caught sight of his captive. “Well, well… what have we here?” He purred. “Trying to assassinate me, Champion?”

Red blinked at him. “No, just watching.”

“Ahhh…. Did you like what you saw then?” Lance walked closer, as he stroked Red's cheek. The Champion smirked; ruby eyes bright.

“Perhaps.”

“Interesting… very interesting, love.” Lance pulled him into a kiss, feeling Red struggling. “Oh, don't fight me now, Champion. It's rather futile.”

Red had to concede, with Lance pressed against his front and dear Lugia was the Dragon Master turning him on? It seemed likely, and he tried not to wriggle.

Lance kissed him then, sweetly and he gasped in surprise. “L-Lance…”

“Pretty.” Lance murmured, as he felt sharp fangs pierce his throat. “Such a pretty child, Champion. Children really shouldn't wander the streets so late at night. You might get… hurt.” Red groaned as he felt his erection pressing against his thigh, as Lance's arms slipped around his waist.

“It's dangerous, you know…” Lance crooned, and Red gulped as Lance stepped back for a second, studying him. Blood rose in his cheeks and the Dragon Master looked quite satisfied, before he flicked his fingers. Red eeped, as the gold restraints melted away, only for Lance to release his Dragonair and snap out a Thunderwave attack.

He felt his body lock up as he fell, but Lance caught him, and carried him - bodily! - Back to Indigo Plateau.

The Dragon Master very calmly laid him on the bed, and then quickly and efficiently stripped him, before Red felt the paralysis wearing off.

“Well?” Lance asked.

“W-What?”

“Do you want me?”

Red goggled at him while grabbing at a blanket to cover his lack of clothing. “I…I…”

“Because I really don't like being stalked for no purpose. It's rather irritating.” Lance sighed. “On the other hand, I don't condone rape, so I'm afraid I need your permission. Can I?”

“S-Sure…” Red managed. That was all the incentive Lance needed to kiss him again, and he sighed as he felt the Dragon Master nudged his legs apart. His cock was hard and ready, and Lance smiled sweetly as he bent down and lapped at the head.

Red arched upwards; causing the Dragon Master to smirk as he began to take him down, inch by tortuous inch, until Red was buried to the hilt. His eyes dilated and he gasped in pleasure as Lance continued to run his tongue up and down the shaft, feeling him tremble. Oh yes…

Red screamed as stars exploded behind his eyes and he came hard, shooting jet after jet of come down Lance's throat. He felt more than heard Lance swallow around him, before Lance released him with a pleased grin, licking his lips. Red stared up at him, still dazed, as he tried to breathe normally again.

 

“Was that acceptable?” Lance whispered, as he wound his arms around Red's shoulders. Red groaned and managed a nod, even as the Dragon Master sank down upon him. He blushed as he felt hardness against his thigh, and tentatively began to run his hands up and down Lance's chest, wishing that he'd take that damned silk bodysuit off. Lance chuckled, as he moved Red's hand between his legs, and that was when Red realized exactly where the zipper was. Oh Lugia…

He felt hot flesh throbbing against his fingertips and hastily undid the zipper, as he wrapped his hand around Lance's cock, causing the Elite to twitch in surprise. But… but he wasn't really going to go through with this, was he?

At this point, Red wasn't quite sure, and he did feel rather adventurous, so…

 

Lance let his eyes fall closed as Red began to run his fingers up and down the length, almost fascinated. It was certainly different from masturbating himself, and Lance was bigger than he was, of course. The trainer from Pallet grinned, before he slipped his mouth over the head, causing Lance's eyes to shoot open and stare at him.

“I'm just returning the favor.” He winked, before he began to suckle. It didn't taste unpleasant, and in fact, as he continued, it was pretty soothing, and well, Lance was very pretty and nice and powerful…

Lance hissed as he thrust his hips forwards, hard, and Red gulped as he felt the Dragon Master's cock slide further down his throat. He was almost afraid of choking, but after a few minutes, he had adjusted and was busily bobbing his head up and down, before finally, Lance gave a strangled cry, digging his fingers into the sheets, and shot his load. The semen splashed against the back of his throat and Red tried to swallow, before he felt Lance pull out and the rest splashed against his chest and face. He watched streaky white run down his body and wished that it didn't feel so arousing, even as Lance stared at him, dazed.

He really did look pretty though, all flushed and with his long hair in disarray, Red thought fondly, as he licked his fingers and wriggled one of them into Lance's body. “Pretty dragon.”

Lance growled at him, and Red just giggled, adding another finger. Watching his lover lose control always made him hard, and he was already ready for the main course. He took a deep breath as he positioned himself, before he began to push inside. Lance's eyes narrowed, and Red purred as he continued the intrusion, until he was completely buried. He stared down into Lance's eyes, seeing gold dilated so much that there was only a thin rim around the pupil, and grinned.

“You are pretty.” He smirked, and began to move. Lance was nice and tight, and it didn't take long before he lost control and came hard, bucking his hips wildly as he spasmed. Lance chuckled as he dug his nails into Red's slim hips, pumping him a few more times before oh yes, that was the right stroke and ecstasy broke over his head.

For a few moments, there was nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing. Finally, Red pulled out and rolled over next to Lance.

“Wow…”

“I'm surprised.” Lance purred. “After all, you were acting like such a virgin that I didn't think you'd take control.”

Red smirked. “Well, since you didn't have me up against a wall earlier, I figured I'd better… make it up to you somehow. Just in case you were afraid of hurting me…”

“Mm.” Lance nodded, pulling Red into a kiss. “So, up for another round?”

Red stared at him, aghast, and Lance chuckled. “Just teasing you, love. But I really don't like being stalked.”

“… Not even when I ravish you afterwards?” Red pouted.

“Well, if that's the case, I may be willing to let it slide…”

“Oh.” Red grinned, meeting Lance's eyes. “I see…”

“After all,” Lance smirked, “The Champion should take initiative to keep the Elite in control, once in a while, don't you think?”

The devilish light in his lover's eyes was enough evidence.

 

End Fic

Completed 12/14/06

Red: *Gasp* Smut!

Lance: Quite so, and you even got to be on top

Phantomness: I do switch seme and uke once in a while, so Red doesn't always get topped

Red: *Blush*