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Title: Kinky
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #56, Kinky
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, incest, shota, PWP

 

            “Well, Red.” Lance said, as they stretched out on the pristine white sands of a beach in the Orange Islands, “We have a month of honeymoon. What would you like to do first?”

            Red idly slid the tiara and wedding veil out of his hair. “Get out of these wedding clothes?” He teased, smoothing down his lacy skirts.

            “But I like the way they look.” Lance purred.

            “Oh?” Red winked. “I see how it is, Father.”

            “Do you?” Lance asked, as his clothing shifted, becoming the familiar black catsuit. Red’s eyes roved over the red highlights appreciatively as he licked his lips.

            “I can’t wait…” He purred, before he pounced. Lance chuckled as he hit the sand, glad that his cloak would keep most of it off them. He was perfectly content to lie still while Red scrabbled for the almost invisible silk lacings, and Red sighed in relief as he freed his Father’s cock, already ready.

            “It’s your fault, feeling me up right before the ceremony. I thought you’d take me in church or something, to prove your ownership.”

            “How deviant of you.” Lance smirked.

            Red glared, before he dipped his head over his Father’s shaft and began to suckle. Lance closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation, groaning as Red took him down his throat. His child had learned his lessons well, it seemed.

            Red swallowed, beaming, and then slid to his knees. “Well…?”

            “I suppose you wish to move onto the main course now?” Lance asked.

            Red nodded.

            “Well, let’s keep your skirts on then, my fair lady.”

            “Ooh, kinky.” Red grinned. “I like that.” He obligingly spread himself, and Lance bent his knees as he moved, placing his hands on Red’s shoulders, even as he pushed the tip of his erection into his entrance. Red stifled a moan, pursing his lips in a wicked smile. Lance noticed with interest that Red was still wearing bright red lipstick.

            “Are you going to punish me?”

            “For what?”

            “Oh, I don’t know.” Red gave another garbled cry as he felt his Father brush his prostate, stars exploding behind his vision. “Perhaps… being such a wanton child?”

            “But you’re mine…”

            “Mm.” Red nodded, feeling the slight weight of the silver and diamond band on his finger. “In all ways now.”

            Lance bucked his hips again, causing Red to cry out as he came hard, feeling wetness stain the front of his dress.

            “But perhaps,” Lance sounded thoughtful, even as Red felt his Father soften and hot liquid gush into his bowels, “I can punish you for getting your nice new clothing dirty, and for your whorish makeup.”

            “Oh yes.” Red breathed, already recovering. “Let’s.”

            Their cries echoed long into the night.

 

End Fic

Completed 9/22/06

Let inspiration flow like a river! WOOT! PWP! ^^
Red: You are sick and twisted and depraved.

Phantomness: Been there, heard that

Lance: I rather like it *Gropes Red*

Red: *Blush*