Oh lord, not more fanfic… stupid rabid plotbunnies. Some of them are terrible little beasts!

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. And loves, I’m not using the dinky pink-haired version of Lance you see in the anime. I’m using Pokemon Special/Adventures Manga! Lance, so…

Warnings: RAPE, SEX, YAOI, ANGST, DARKFIC, CROSS-DRESSING, INSANITY, and SHOUTA, just to name a few…

Summary: Lance is forced to rape Red while undercover. Repercussions ensue

Timeline: AU, though theoretically could take place if Red lost to Giovanni in Book 3 of Pokemon Special/Adventures

Title: And then there was silence

Chapter 1

Giovanni’s eyes were amused as he dumped a struggling Red onto the floor of the cell. Red struggled against his hold, but was still weak from the venom Beedrill had injected into his veins earlier.

“What should we do with him, Boss?” One of the grunts asked. Red had been stripped of his pokemon, and stripped down. He shivered, clad only in a pair of thin boxers with – charmingly enough – Poliwags on them.

Giovanni considered, before a cruel smile curved his lips. “Send Lance in. It is time he proved his worth.”

The other grunts paled slightly, and nodded, almost running.

Red blinked. Who was Lance?

The man who entered was still a teenager, really, though his golden eyes were hard. He wore no rocket cap over his head, although the rest of the uniform was pristinely neat. His long red hair was streaked with gold and he looked vaguely amused.

“You called?”

“Yes.” Giovanni’s smile was feral. “I want you to break him. I trust you understand my meaning.”

“Perfectly.” Lance dipped his head in a bow.

“Excellent.” With that, Giovanni turned, his two bodyguards following him silently. The door clanged shut behind them, leaving them alone.

“What are you going to do to me?” Red said defiantly.

Lance frowned. “You are spirited. That is a pity…”

“What do you mean?” Red stood on shaky legs. “Why does Giovanni want me? Why…” His voice was silenced as Lance casually gripped his wrist and dragged him up into a fiery kiss.

Red struggled, but could not break free. Lance broke the kiss when he sensed that Red might pass out if he continued, smirking.

Red colored, his anger mixing with a slight blush, the barest hint of guilty desire. Rage bloomed forefront in his mind. “Tell me!”

“No.” Lance said, before he swiftly tapped several points around Red’s hips. Red suddenly felt himself lose feeling in his legs and would have fallen to the floor had not Lance caught him.

“Hush.” Lance whispered, as his hand dipped into Red’s boxers and began to stroke. “Hush, pretty one…”

“No.” Red whimpered, hating himself for how broken he sounded, as that hand pressed over his hardening flesh. Tears began to gather in his eyes. “No…”

Lance did not reply, his voice crooning so softly Red could barely strain to hear the words.

Shh…pretty little one…

I don’t want to shush! Red thought, but he gave a boneless moan as he felt liquid stain his front. He wanted to hide, he wanted this to end, he wanted it to be over, and he wanted Giovanni to die…

Then there was more movement, and he felt cold fingers touch him – gloved fingers, of course, Lance was still wearing gloves, wasn’t he – and he tried to escape but his legs still wouldn’t obey him and his eyes widened as he finally realized what was going to happen.

Hush… don’t say a word…

He started struggling in earnest then, but strong gloved hands clamped his wrists together, and the next thing he knew his arms were paralyzed as well and he might be boneless for all that it mattered…

Pretty, pretty child…

And then sharp pain stabbed into him and he cried out, unwillingly, but unable to resist, and the pain hurt so much that he passed out somewhere between the thrusting and horror of horrors he had actually started to anticipate them at the end but it was over and he was going to die and!

Don’t…

And then he felt something flood him and he screamed, but finally, it was ending. And then Giovanni opened the door and smirked.

“Wonderful performance.”

And he felt ill.
Giovanni had been watching?

Lance was still crooning but he wanted to die, to sleep, to forget… and then he was being lifted in strong arms, cradled like a little child and he was still a child and…

“I’ll let you patch him up then, shall I, Lance? I think he’s learned his lesson now. But if he defies me again, don’t hesitate to hurt him.”

And then Giovanni was gone.

Red didn’t cry until afterwards, when they sat in the tub and he watched in morbid fascination as his blood began to tint the water pink. It hurt, and he hissed as Lance smoothed over his body with a soapy cloth, not because that hurt but because he knew that if Lance touched him there again he would scream.

Lance did not say anything as he dried them both, and Red felt feeling finally coming back to his body, but he did not struggle.

What was the point?

He was too sore to sit down, so Lance let him lie down in bed, and fluffed up the covers around him, and brought him chicken soup. It was all so ordinary that he wanted to laugh.

He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or to cry. He looks at Lance and all he sees are cold, cold eyes, eyes that are… glazed?

It reminds him of Hypnosis, maybe?

He eats his soup quietly and then Lance brings him hot chocolate, which he knows is a treat, and he actually smiles. Because…

He doesn’t know why he smiles.

And when Lance climbs into bed with him and puts his arms around him, he doesn’t push him away.

End Chapter

Completed 6/24/06

Red is twelve in case anyone wanted an age. Smirk. I warned you! It is shota! And now, imagine him as being sixteen and still naïve, if you prefer. It would still work after all.

And yeah, Lance can be a bastard. *Shrugs*

I know I switched verb tenses mid-fic. If you caught that, great! If you didn’t, *shrug*