I really liked ‘Dark Lord of Derkholm’ by Diana Wynne Jones ^^

Title: Bored
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #10, Bored
Rating: R
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, incest, shota, sex

 

            Red kicks his heels against the wooden bench as he sits next to Lance. At the front of the room, the President drones on, but he really isn’t paying much attention to the man’s words.

            They’re all lies and deceit anyway.

            Kanto has no reason to go to war with Johto. Many of the gym leaders and Elite have friends and family there.

            Everyone knows that the real reason President Goodman wants to invade is because Johto has oil. Lush, deep springs of it, under Ilex Forest and around Whirl Islands. Millions and billions of barrels, and Red can almost see the dollar signs ticking in the old man’s eyes.

            The Governing Council nods, because they are stupid puppets that know nothing. The gym leaders and the Elite frown, because they know the truth.

           

            < I’m bored. > He whines.

            Father gives him a half-smile, and then smirks. Red jerks slightly against the bench, as he feels Father’s hand move over his thigh and between his legs, casually undoing the zipper on his jeans.

            No one notices or sees over the large hum of the crowd, and Red is glad that they have a bench all to themselves, with red plush cushions too.

            His breath catches, and he has to keep control, even as Father strokes him, and finally, he gives a quite sigh as he feels wetness stain his front.

            Father moves then, quiet-quick, and Red really has to work hard at stifling his moans this time, even as Father’s tongue traces over his thighs and throbbing hardness, and he groans as Father swallows him down.

            He’s not quite so bored any more.

 

End Fic

Completed 9/21/06

I purposely don’t give Red’s age, but I usually put shouta up there just in case… for all know, he could be six years old, but since I don’t mention it… he could just as well be eighteen or older. And just in case it wasn’t clear, Lance is Red’s father. He’s blessed with naturally youthful looks, isn’t he?