Title: Fixated
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #14, Fixation
Rating: PG
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

Summary: Lance and Red are obsessed with each other.

Red took another lick of his chocolate fudge ice cream as he watched Lance talk to President Goodman. The man was very boring, but he was the President, so they all had to defer to his authority.

Red thought this was very unfair, because he was very certain he hadn't voted for the man! He was too young to, anyways…

He sighed and watched as Lance wrapped up the discussion. When Goodman left, Red watched as Lance closed his office door and began to draw warding symbols in the air. Several pieces of paper with esoteric symbols on them flew out of his sleeves and pasted themselves onto the floor, ceiling, and walls.

"That bad?" The Champion asked with a smile.

The Dragon Master sighed. "He made a rather indecent proposition."

"He did?"

"Yes. He rather…" Lance coughed, "Wanted me to become his husband, to show that he had the full support of the gym system."

"EEW!" Red almost dropped the remnants of his ice cream in shock.

"Yes, it is disgusting."

Red took a few deep breaths. "You did say no?"

"Of course I did, love. No need to worry. That man holds not an iota of attraction for me."

"I'm glad." Red muttered, and climbed into Lance's lap, still clutching his treat closely. The Dragon Master smirked.

"Feeling a bit possessive, love?"

"Only a little. You're mine."

"Yes, I suppose I am." Lance kissed him, tasting chocolate, and smiled. "You're such a child at times…"

"I thought you liked it."

"Oh, I do." Lance purred.

Red beamed, snuggling his face into the crook of Lance's shoulder. "Mine."

"Yes." Lance agreed, as he held Red close. Such a child, Red had never truly grown up, but as long as he was around to protect the Champion, nothing mattered but him.

He kissed Red tenderly, and Red grinned.

As long as he had Lance, everything was all right…

End Fic

Completed 12/4/06

Talking about depression makes me depressed…

According to Freud, if normal psychosexual development is blocked, the individual may become fixated and continue to be preoccupied with gratification of the libido in a manner topical of an earlier time of life. For example, oral fixation might involve problems with eating, drinking or substance abuse, and issues of dependence on/independence from others.

And I am purposely not giving Red's age. He could be 18 and still naïve *cough*