Title: Sociopath
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #9, Sociopath
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. Game-verse
Warnings: Shonen-ai, AU, insanity, bloodplay
Summary: Red rescues Lance from Giovanni.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" The man laughed, as he studied his captive. Golden eyes drilled defiantly into black, and Giovanni laughed. "Oh, glare all you want. Its not like it'll help you. My friend, surely you must realize that you've lost! The Elite Four have been defeated, and now, only death awaits you!"
Lance said not a word, though the manacles cut deeply into his wrists. Blood ran down his fingertips, but he paid the pain no heed. He would not lower himself to beg, and he would choose death himself, no matter what this gloating fool thought. He closed his eyes and focused, and he heard Mother cry out in alarm, but it was all right, because he would be free-!
And then the door burst open and Red rushed in, a smirk on his face and three legends behind, chilly winter and thunder and fire, and Lance smirked, as Giovanni paled, even as Articuno froze him solid in a block of ice and Moltres destroyed him.
Zapdos flew to the computer banks, and began disabling his restraints. And moments later, he was free. Lance stretched luxuriously, before Red threw his arms around him in a hug and kissed him fiercely, tasting blood. The Dragon Master laughed as the Champion placed his hands against his bloodied wrists, feeling…
"You're free now…" Red purred, as he kissed Lance again.
"So I am." Lance agreed. "You are wonderful."
Red did not answer as he brought Lance's wrists to his mouth and greedily lapped at the blood there. Golden eyes half-slitted in pleasure as his lover fed before Red pulled away and kissed him again.
Lance did not bother to fight him off, and the Pallet trainer smiled happily.
"Shall we leave this place now?"
"Let's." Lance agreed, and they flew away.
End Fic
Completed 12/10/06
Antisocial personality disorder (abbreviated APD or ASPD) is recognizable by the disordered individual's impulsive behavior, disregard for social norms, and indifference to the rights and feelings of others. (Thank you Wikipedia! ^^)