Copy + Paste can be very, very evil
Title: Angry
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #3, Angry
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, rough sex, S&M, bit of fanon
It is raining, and Lance is angry.
He has been waiting for almost an hour in the pouring rain, shielded only by a small yellow plastic umbrella. Red should have been here already.
Lance is not a patient person.
He can be gentle and sweet and perfectly submissive, but his anger is not easily curbed when it flares.
Red knows this, so why does he not come?
Lance isnt sure. The possibilities are too horrifying to contemplate. He holds out his hands, watches as the Scales appear in a flash of darkness.
The three plates bob up and down on their crossbar. The Red Orb is nearly faded away to nothing; the Blue and Yellow Orbs still shine brightly.
There is no hint here.
Lance hears splashing, and turns, to see Red run up, one hand clutching at the front of his bright green raincoat to hold it together, another keeping his hat on his head.
Youre late. He says simply.
Red shivers at the curl of dark menace in the words. I know.
What happened?
Red sighs. Ambushed by fangirls when I was leaving.
Lance hisses, and pulls Red flush against his chest. Did they touch you? He demands possessively.
Yes.
Did you let them?
N-No
Are you sure? Lance asks, and Reds breath catches as he feels Lances hand on him. He arches upwards, almost thrusting into that warmth.
L-Lance . Please
Please what? Lances voice is cruel, but Red revels in it. He leans into Lances chest as his breath comes raggedly; sweat beginning to bead on his forehead.
Fuck me
Ah, so the Champion wants to be my little whore, is that it?
Red nods, because he knows that Lance needs this. If untreated, the anger will fester, and really, it is his fault.
One of the fangirls was pretty nice so he treated her to lemonade. She almost kissed him too
He shivers, as he lets those thought dance, and he sees Lances eyes narrow as the Dragon Master drags him into a dark alley. His pants are yanked down unceremoniously, and he pants as Lance twists a finger up into his body.
It hurts, but he enjoys the pain, and as Lances other hand takes his cock in a punishing grip, he whimpers wantonly.
Beg me. Lance hisses.
Red struggles against his grip, but it only serves to excite his captor more. Red is sure hell have bruises if Lance hits him, and the thought makes him excited.
No. He says arrogantly.
Lance backhands him, hard, almost hard enough to bruise, and Red just laughs.
Lance hits him again, and Red smiles coyly as his lip begins to bleed. His tongue darts out to capture the blood, and he sees heat smoldering in Lances eyes.
Do it.
Lance does. Pulls his legs apart roughly and plunges into him without lubrication, with hardly any preparation. Red screams his surrender, even as tears run down his cheek. He feels the rain plastering his hair to his face and blood running down his legs because he knows, how Lance makes him virgin-tight and then brutally breaks him open. He loves it.
Again and again and again
Lance can be gentle too, and sweet, but right now, this is what Red wants. Lance pulls out, and shoves him to the ground, and as Red closes his mouth greedily around his lovers cock, Lance begins to move, gripping his shoulders in a piercing grip, eyes mad as he thrusts into his mouth again and again.
Red swallows as he feels Lance fill him, and then Lance pulls out, cock still red and angry and wet.
Red is already hard again. He came twice while Lance face fucked him, gasping around Lances prick even as he groaned in orgasm.
Little slut. Lance says contemptuously. Red looks down at his body, his thighs spread, seed and blood mingling to make streaky pink as they run down his legs, and laughs. Lance hits him again, and he cant stop.
Yes. Red whimpers, as he nuzzles his head against Lances chest, like a pet seeking for approval.
You are mine.
Fingers tangle in his dark hair, and it hurts, but he welcomes it, as he is pulled into Lances embrace. Yours
Those silly girls cant have you.
I know. Reds breath catches as Lance flicks his tongue over the curve of an ear. Suddenly, he feels exposed, and he wants to be marked. His fingers scrabble with his raincoat and shirt, and they drop to the ground.
Lances nails rake sharp, bloody lines across his chest, cut into his shoulders, as Red feels hot hardness pumping into his body again. He knows that hes getting Lances clothing messy, but it just makes him stiffer.
Lance wraps a hand about his erection, and begins to caress even as his thrusts shift slightly with the angle of his hips, hitting Reds prostate with each stroke.
Red feels Lances teeth sink into his throat, and he comes so hard from the pleasure and pain that his vision blacks out. When he recovers, Lance is placing little sucking kisses along his collarbone while his hands rub soothing circles on his back.
Better now?
Oh yes Red feels the tension bleeding from his lover, and is inordinately pleased he quelled it. He kisses Lance, and then they go home, where Lance will heal him and caress him and theyll splash in the hot tub together.
Lance chuckles, and they leave the alley, a small pile of scattered clothing the only testament to their presence.
End Fic
Completed 10/11/06
I am very angry that my tutee has not showed up and is thirty minutes late as it turned out, I wound up waiting almost two hours for her to arrive, and wasnt PAID while doing so. *Fumes* the only reason Im tutoring is because I need the money to pay for my karate lessons