Title: Appearances
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #1, Cinnamon

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: Shonen-ai, sex, bondage


Lance tasted like cinnamon, spicy and sweet in just the right combination, Red thought, as he straddled the Dragon Master's hips. His captive struggled, but the chains were locked tightly around his wrists. Red purred as he began to undo the fastenings on the Dragon Master's clothing, licking his lips.

"You won't get away with this." Lance warned him.

"I think I will." Red told him, smirking. "I'm too young and naïve and weak to know about these things. The Kanto Council would never believe I did this."

"Perhaps," Lance agreed, eyeing Red from beneath slightly parted lashes. "But they don't call me Dragon Master for nothing."


Red waved his hand flippantly. "I know what the Viridian Power does. Yellow told me. Unless you can heal yourself out of those shackles, you're stuck."

Lance did not reply, and Red finished stripping him as he began to prepare himself. Suddenly though, the Dragon Master was no longer tied up, but free, and keeping him pinned down.

"We might as well prove them right then, shall we?" Lance purred, despite the blood trickling down from his wrists.

Red grinned in response, and they kissed again.


"So how did you get out?" Red asked, hours later, as he lay sated and purring against his lover's chest.

Lance chuckled. "Blood makes a good lubricant, love, as you should know."

"Did I hurt you?"

"No."

"Can we do that again sometime? I do want to get it right someday."

"Perhaps," Lance said, eying the bottle of cinnamon-scented oil on the nightstand. "Up for round two?"

"Yes!"


End Fic

Completed 8/19/06

Pointless smut! WHEE!