Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Theme: #7, Pride
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, het, implied sex
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 Lance's 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. Although he is learning, it is not fast enough.
He finds out 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. It's awful.
But Pride is not wholly worthless, because without it, he wouldn't have his wife.
Her golden eyes are warm, and Red mewls as he feels the Dragon Master's 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 he does not bother to contradict her.
He knows now that he is special, because Lance wouldn't sleep with just anyone, and it sends a flush of blood to his cheeks even as her hands slide down and he gasps. She's teasing him so badly…
"Lance-chan!" He wails, trying not to be too childish. She's being unfair!
"Yes," She drawls, knowing very well how he feels. Yes, life is difficult, but with power comes responsibility, and this way, they can at least try to make a difference.
She believes in him.
Red blushes, not quite sure what to do – or say. Of course he doesn't want her to stop, but they're still in his office!
What if someone finds them?
"Bed," He suggests quickly. * And fast! *
"As you wish," Lance chuckles. No matter what, they will still have their love. They can't let work and stress grind it down into nothingness. She won't let it happen, and she knows he won't either. They can both look out for each other.
Sometimes, this makes everything worthwhile.
Otherwise, what would be the point?
Whee! I think this is the first sin to get a makeover…