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Title: Stressed
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #91, Stressed
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: Shonen-ai, Cutting

 

            “You really shouldn’t do that, you know.”

            Red sighed, staring at his bandaged arms. “It’s my form of stress relief. I’ll go mad if I don’t.”

            “It hurts me to see you like this,” Lance says, as he takes Red’s hands in his. Pale blue light climbs up through their linked hands, and Red sighs, feeling the pain of his injuries fade away.

            “I know, but I…”

            Lance cuts him off with a kiss, and Red feels his knees buckle as he slides down to rest on the carpet. He’s half-expecting Lance to take him right then and there, but his lover doesn’t.

            “Come with me.” Lance beckons, and Red frowns. He follows Lance outside, watches as his lover releases Dragonite. They climb off and go flying.

            It really is nice seeing how brightly lit the city is at 2 A.M., but he does not understand how it is supposed to help. Then they stop outside a rickety, rundown warehouse, and Red becomes even more confused.

            He follows Lance inside, and sees a gang of bikers, and swallows, and then they see Lance and growl, and Lance just smiles as they come at him, waving their various weapons. He’s fast and precise, and the dragon blades flicker on his fingertips. The last one falls, and Lance croons a lullaby, even as he slits their throats.

            It’s really the same principle. To release pressure, one causes pain.

            Now Red understands why Lance doesn’t hurt him – or hurt himself.

           

            But he likes the pain, and he shivers as Lance turns to him, bloodlust dancing in his eyes, and he doesn’t even mind when Lance takes him roughly against the wall, even as life drains from the corpses scattered around them.

            He feels better now.

Maybe next time, he can do this instead.

 

End Fic

Completed 9/21/06

I used to cut too. Well, I think I’ve stopped but it all depends on stress level… and yeah, Red and Lance are rather psycho, aren’t they? ^^