Power Metal
By Lord Agravane the Undead
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or any of the characters within.
Notes: Yep, with regards to the ending, Obvious Undeadwarrior is obvious xD Sorry, I couldn't resist :P
It was a freezing cold winter's morning. The sky outside was a steely grey and the countryside was blanketed under 2 feet of snow. Lysandre was home from uni for the holidays and already he was doing everything he could to prevent himself becoming bored. He was playing his new power metal CD and making out with his sweet lover because nothing helps a good make out session then listening to epic tales of dragons, warriors and princesses.
"Ohhh, Lysandre!" his companion sighed in pleasure as Lysandre kissed them all over their face and neck. "This feels so special. Please love me more!"
Knock knock, went a sudden noise over to Lysandre's left. He glanced up from where he lay in bed. Was that the drums on his CD or somebody knocking at the door?
The knocking returned...yes, it was definitely the door. Lysandre turned the volume down on his CD player. A cross voice called out from the other side of the door.
"Lysandre! Who have you got in there?"
Lysandre scowled, then glanced back towards his lover, who was frozen in alarm. He placed his fingers against their soft lips.
"It's my father. Shhh, don't worry, I'll get rid of him".
"Lysandre! Answer me!" the extremely impatient father shouted. "I heard voices in there".
"That was somebody singing on my CD", Lysandre called back.
"A CD?"
"Yes", said Lysandre and to prove his point, he turned up the CD to an eye-wateringly loud level. It would have bothered anybody over the age of 20 but Lysandre and his lover were only 18 and were at that age where they were unintentionally trying to kill of as many cochlear hairs as possible.
"Alright, alright, turn it back down!" Monsieur Fleur-de-lys yelled. Lysandre grinned and turned the CD volume to a suitable level.
"OK, he should leave us in peace now", Lysandre whispered to his beautiful companion.
"Lysandre! You'd better not have a girl in there with you", Monsieur Fleur-de-lys said in a warning tone.
Lysandre sighed and turned his eyes up to the ceiling.
"I haven't", he replied. "I can guarantee 100%, that there is no girl in this room".
"Humph, alright then". Lysandre listened carefully as he heard his father leaving; footsteps getting quieter and then going downstairs. He shook his head and then turned back to face an eager Augustine; grey eyes shining and his cheeks flushed.
"Haha", Lysandre smirked. "Now, where were we?"...
The End