Title: Satisfied
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokmon
Theme: #85, Satisfied
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, implied Specialshipping (Red x Yellow), het, adultery, insanity
He could blame almost anyone or anything he wanted for his predicament. The alignment of stars at his birth, perhaps, or Fate, or Serebii the legendary pokmon of time. The facts were simple. He had loved two people, relatively equally and he had only been able to choose one.
Society had been a constant pressure, and he had desperately needed public support to push his bill through the Indigo Governing Council.
The other had been older, and of the wrong gender, so he had picked the prettier and younger of the two.
That was why he had married Yellow.
Lance had been potentially dangerous, with dragon pokmon that were almost legends and ideas of reconstruction that were painfully eccentric. Red could not have chosen him and passed unscathed. He might have lost his Championship! He knew he would have lost public respect, at the very least.
Indigo was not very kind to alternate lifestyles.
They had parted, but not with harsh words and scenes, thank Mew, and then Lance had left his life. He had guessed that the Dragon Master was not dead, but he had never expected to see him again. Then marriage had come and he was too busy with their twin children and his work to bother thinking about him. Their friendship or love was over and done with.
He had never expected to see the older man again.
He really hadnt
Ten years later, everything had changed. He had been sitting at the kitchen table, sipping his tea and trying to concentrate on his speech for the Pewter Pokemon Orphanage that morning, when a voice came on over the radio.
He dropped his cup, hearing porcelain shatter against wood but he hardly registered the shards or the tea spilling over the tablecloth and splashing onto his pants. Yellow had taken their twins to school and was going off shopping with a few of her friends. She would not be home for a few more hours.
He sat there, frozen, as the smooth voice poured liquid syllables into his ears.
Perhaps he cried. Perhaps he didnt. When Yellow returned, hours later, yawning and loaded down with several shopping bags, he was still frozen in shock.
The song had long since passed, but its effects lingered.
Yellow slapped him a few times before his eyes focused, marched him into the shower and cleaned up the broken china, and asked him if hed missed his meeting. He had.
She laughed it off, and didnt ask why. She knew Red wasnt the type to cheat. He was probably worried about some new legislative piece of work or charity function.
He was not sure whether he was thankful or not.
Actually seeing Lance made things worse.
Red had been listening to the radio for several months. Lances songs were good the right blend of almost-politics, sung in honey-sweet tones, with catchy music but no rampant cursing or loud instrumentals. Mothers and children liked it too, and Yellow actually bought two CDs so their children could listen without fighting each other. After all, they had separate rooms and CD players, but both loved music with a passion. Odd.
Yes, Lances music was bewitching, but actually seeing him in person made Red dizzy. He could only stare, intoxicated, while Lance sang his newest song, mellifluous tones cascading through his head in a sunburst of pleasure-pain.
Perhaps it was coincidence. It was a charity function, a benefit for AIDS victims, he was there for show and Lance was there to sing and draw attention.
Lance had let his hair grow longer, long, ruby-red waves almost to his waist. Had Lance had those streaks before? They dazzled Reds eyes, brilliant silver and shimmering gold. He almost had to shield his eyes, but the brightness ensnared him, and he stared, mesmerized. The trainer no, singer was conservatively dressed, in a well-cut suit of black and white, not even a cloak covering his shoulders, but his presence was alluring
He was unaware of his hands clapping as the song ended, unaware of the confetti showering the stage, the cries of fans and the short bow Lance made as he exited the stage. He was only aware when he was walking behind the singer, reaching to close the door of Lances trailer behind them, before he was across the room, and then Lances lips were on his and his fingers tangled in long hair with wild abandon as he kissed with a hunger he had never known.
He ought to have stopped then.
He was mad. Possessed. Insane. Some wire in his brain had crossed, perhaps, or there was some chemical imbalance. Maybe he had forgotten to take his vitamins. Or there was something in the water?
Hed heard stories before. There were women who would stalk men to the end of the earth and men too. He knew Lance had been threatened. Propositioned. Even attacked.
Lance had casually put six members of a biker gang from Johto in a hospital. No one questioned why he carried blades inside his clothing.
It was one of the perils of being famous, they knew.
Funny how fame could blind people
But Red hadnt stopped.
Before he knew it, Lance was leaning over him and his legs were spread as he mewled, and Lance had spoken, but the words had slurred in his mind and he had not paid them any heed.
There was nothing that mattered except Oh
Lance had smirked then, twistedly, but Red had missed it. Then Lance had moved, and he had screamed.
He had stumbled home that night, roaring drunk, and Yellow had scolded like an angry hen and put him to bed.
But he hadnt forgotten.
Afterwards, he began to covet. He collected newspaper clippings, joined a thousand fan clubs, scoured the Internet with wild abandon and staked out shops with new merchandise. At first, Yellow laughed at him, and brought the children, since they were also fans, and wasnt it nice that they had common interests?
But then
Her euphoria faded.
She began to quarrel, and he tuned her out. She raged about bills and children and job opportunities.
He was deaf to her pleas.
Sometimes, in his more lucid moments, he wanted to apologize, to make amends, to make things better. He wanted to be cured of this addiction. He wanted
Did he?
Would he be able to give Lance up?
Never!
He clutched his Lance plush
doll close and patted its long hair, murmuring soothing words he had not spoken
before.
Dont leave me
The radio played all night now, and in his dreams; they raced through rainbows together and flew on silver wings.
He wanted Lance desperately. Madly. Passionately. He rearranged his schedule, making sure their meetings almost always coincided, and after every concert, every charity, every song, he would ache.
And Lance would lead him inside.
He would follow, mute and trusting, and feel, while flames blazed behind his eyes and he cried out again and again.
Mine. Lance would say then.
Red never gave voice of dissent, only wanting, fingers reaching out for more, greedily tasting.
He grasped Heaven-Hell in his arms then.
Yellow divorced him when the children were ten and old enough to go on their journeys, left him for Green.
He knew she had been meeting Green for months, maybe even years, but by then he was beyond caring.
Lance found him, and took him inside, and it was warm, and he sipped hot chocolate and listened to Lance hum.
And Lance was finally satisfied, holding Red close as a triumphant smirk curved his lips, the blades on his wrists blurring into motion one last time.
Red was too far gone to notice.
End Fic
Completed 10/9/06
According to my biology class, typing and anything on the computer is very bad for my eyesight. *Sigh*
Lance: Creepy fic
Red: *Shudders*
Phantomness: Oh, dont deny it. Youd ensnare Red any way you could!
Lance: Point taken
Phantomness: This was oddly fun to write. Its certainly something I havent written before! ^^