Title: Envious
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #5, Envy
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: Shonen-ai

 

            It’s a funny thing, but Ash envies Lance. He wants to be that cool and collected, and even though at age thirteen, he is the youngest League Champion ever, it doesn’t matter. All he rules over is Orange League, while Lance has Indigo…

            They see each other every month, when the Champions come and talk. Lance owns Kanto and Johto, which is a lot, and Charlotte flies in from Cosmos Island, and Steven from Houen, and several others from the lesser-known island chains.

            He’s not sure how to be like Lance though. Lance wears skintight black leather that traces red over his chest and thighs, and a long, flowing cape. Lance uses mythical dragon pokémon, while all Ash has is typical pokémon anyone could catch.

            Sure, Lance is older, but Ash is sure even if he were twenty or whatnot, he wouldn’t be like Lance. He just doesn’t have the aura or the presence necessary!

            It isn’t fair. Everyone treats him like a child! He’s a Champion too!

 

            He’s not sure why he yells at Lance after they leave the meeting, perhaps it’s all the pent-up envy he feels, but in any case, Lance turns around, and those golden eyes focus into pinpoints, and then Lance slaps him. Hard.

            Ash touches his throbbing cheek, but instead of being angry at Lance, he feels nothing but a shiver of excitement, almost as though he wants Lance to hit him again. He can feel his cock stiffening in his jeans, and that makes him more excited.

            That’s when Lance pins him against the wall and kisses him, and then all rational thought flees. Before he knows what is happening his jeans are down and Lance has his lips wrapped around his throbbing manhood and oh Mew…

            He comes hard, into the Dragon Master’s waiting mouth, and then Lance licks his lips. Ash isn’t sure what to do now, except go with the flow.

            Why fight it when it feels so good?

 

            Then Lance takes him, roughly and without lubricant, but by that time, he doesn’t care. He moans like a shameless whore as Lance pistons in and out of him, and his nails dig into Lance’s shoulders as he feels his cock rub against Lance’s stomach, and he messily cums again and again…

            And Lance licks his lips and sucks him off one last time, before saying that he’ll see him around.

            Ash stares after his retreating figure, remember how wonderful Lance felt inside him, and realizes something.

            Maybe he wasn’t jealous of Lance after all…

            Maybe he just wanted him.

 

End Fic

Completed 10/14/06

Psychology class is wonderful ^^

Ash: *Shiver*

Lance: *Smirky grin*

Phantomness: I have a psychology midterm on Monday, so I’m studying the brain. Whee!