Title: What you
make of it
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokmon
Theme: #13, Skin
Rating: PG
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
This isnt love, he whispers, as he holds Red close, stroking his sweat-damp hair. Its nothing but skin on skin, mutual pleasure, thats all. Its not right for them to be doing this, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and no one will question them anyways if they are discreet.
Why? Red wants to know. Whats wrong if he loves Lance? Theyre both boys, but that isnt important, is it?
Lance shakes his head, places his fingertips on Reds lips, and its hard, so hard to lie, when his eyes are betraying the truth, but they cant ever allow it to become anything more than sex. Theyre important, too important to Indigo, as chess pieces and pawns no, not pawns, but brilliant shining almost-Queens, who are leashed and tied and displayed for the world to see. They need to protect, and if one of them dies, the other must go on, despite the pain.
He tries to say as much, but Red just blinks at him, so Lance settles for kissing him, slowly, and reminding himself that this isnt a permanent situation, not at all, so he had better enjoy it while it lasts.
Red doesnt think this much, but he knows that yes, he does love Lance and the rest of the League can hang, which isnt very patriotic, but at least hes earnest and honest to himself, which is something Lance cant do yet.
Its all right. Red will wait for Lance to understand, and times to change, and maybe, they can be together and in love. Someday.
End Fic
Completed 6/5/07
Aww I feel sad for them, but Lance is so responsible that sometimes it grates my nerves
Lance:
Red: *Hugs Lance*