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

Title: Bored
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokmon
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 isnt paying much attention to the mans words.

Theyre 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 mans 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.

< Im bored. > He whines.

Father gives him a half-smile, and then smirks. Red jerks slightly against the bench, as he feels Fathers 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 Fathers tongue traces over his thighs and throbbing hardness, and he groans as Father swallows him down.

Hes not quite so bored any more.

 

End Fic

Completed 9/21/06

I purposely dont give Reds age, but I usually put shouta up there just in case for all know, he could be six years old, but since I dont mention it he could just as well be eighteen or older. And just in case it wasnt clear, Lance is Reds father. Hes blessed with naturally youthful looks, isnt he?