Title: Pride
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #7, Pride
Rating: PG-13
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, sex, shota
They say that Pride is the original sin after all, had not man thought himself equal to God, he would not have eaten the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil.
Perhaps that explanation is the correct one, perhaps not. But Red knows, as he feels Lances lips on his throat, that pride is what led him to this. He was confident enough to win and brilliant enough to defeat the Elite Four, and now he is Champion.
That does not make things any easier to bear and sometimes, he laments the consequences his pride has wrought, for he knows nothing about global warming and the overpopulation of Gloom and how Tentacool make the water too toxic to sustain other water pokémon.
He knows not of how Muk and Grimer breed in filthy sludge, and how the mayor of Celadon was caught embezzling money, and how every day, he has to deal with reams of paperwork.
But Pride is not wholly worthless, because without it, he wouldnt have Lance.
Lances eyes are warm, and Red mewls as he feels the Dragon Masters hands slip underneath his shirt, even as his jacket drops to the ground and he feels cool fingers rove over his chest.
Mine, Lance purrs, and Red does not bother to contradict him.
He knows now that he is special, because Lance wouldnt sleep with just anyone, and it sends a flush of blood to his cheeks even as Lances hands slide down and he gasps.
Sometimes, this makes everything worthwhile.
End Fic
Completed 10/30/06