Title: Libido
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #22, Libido
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

Warnings: Shonen-ai, anti-Palletshipping, drug use, prostitution

Summary: Ash spends the night with someone he did not expect.

Ash shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked through the streets of Indigo Plateau. It was late at night, he was freezing, and Gary had kicked him out of their apartment because they'd gotten into a shouting match and he had refused to throw a match for the Championship position.

He was Champion, and he hadn't cheated for it, no matter what Gary insinuated! And ever since Lance had vanished during one of his training trips almost a year ago, he hadn't had anyone to talk to.

A flash of hair caught his eye, and he quickened his steps. It looked like a scantily clad girl, but at this time, he was willing to pay for a prostitute, if only to get in a warm room for the night. He ran up to the figure and grabbed her arm.

Surprised golden eyes blinked at him, and he reached for his wallet hastily. She relaxed then, and he followed her back to her room.

She really was pretty, with hair a rich cherry red, and as she closed the apartment door behind them, he sighed in relief. It was warm, with a thick plush carpet, and she came back soon with mugs of hot apple cider for both of them.

Ash sipped his drink, and counted out the bills, and they moved to the bedroom. It was dark, and he didn't really care, but it would serve Gary right, and as it turned out, it wasn't so bad. She was pretty and tight and attentive to his needs, damn good at giving head, and the next morning, he left without feeling guilty.

Lance sighed as he closed his eyes, trying to suppress his feelings, but the tears still came, and finally, he moved to his medicine cabinet. It was lucky Ash had drunk the apple cider, or he wouldn't have known that the 'girl' he slept with last night…wasn't a girl. He doled out a double dose of his antidepressants and dry-swallowed.

Why couldn't he have fallen in love with someone else… someone who wasn't already taken?

End Fic

Completed 12/8/06

Freud proposed that people have a 'Libido', which is psychosexual energy. And damn, I feel sorry for Lance!