A/N Yo, what's swinging, homos? Seems like we're the only cats who know where it's at ;)

Anyway, I'm back from my hiatus, I will only be posting one thing a week though, and that includes chapters of my multi-chapter fics "Aurum" and "You Are Not A Queen Anymore."

Have some super smutty self-indulgent Klance!

You Aren't Yours

By: thewhiteleovaldez

Lance took a deep breath. Keith was waiting for him inside that door. It's just Keith, he told himself firmly. He palmed open the door and stepped through. Keith was waiting. Lance could see the lube and condoms on the bed, and his heart almost stopped with anticipation when he saw Keith standing with his arms crossed.

"It's about time," Keith said. Lance almost melted. There it was, the voice Keith used, the one that made Lance's dick twitch with interest and his mental faculties freeze up. He ducked his head.

"I'm sorry, Master," Lance said.

Keith put out one hand, pointer finger raised, and turned it in the air. Lance swallowed. That was the first command he'd learned. He decided to have his fun with it. Lance reached down and slowly pulled down his swimsuit, making sure to drag it slowly over his hips and his ass. He heard Keith's breath catch, but when he looked up, Keith was still impassive. Lance stepped out of his shorts and waited for his next order.

"Kneel," Keith said firmly. Lance dropped to his knees. Keith approached him, and Lance saw that Keith had Lance's collar. Lance felt warm and happy inside. The collar was a symbol of their dynamic, of Keith promising to take care of Lance, and Lance promising to trust Keith in all things.

Keith stopped and stared lance in the eyes. Lance stared right back.

"Do you take this collar of your own free will?"

"Yes," Lance whispered. "Just put it on already, please…"

Keith reached down and fastened the collar around Lance's neck before stepping back and folding his arms again.

"Safeword?"

"Azul."

"Color?"

"Green."

"Get on the bed."

Lance obeyed. He crawled over to the bed and pulled himself up to sit on it. Keith followed him and stood over him.

"Present," Keith said, using that voice again. Lance was already half-hard, and he slid into the 'present' position without question. Head rested on folded arms, chest down, ass up, knees apart, his cock already starting to leak pre onto the sheets.

"Good boy," Keith praised him, and brushed his hand through Lance's hair. His grip suddenly tightened, and Lance moaned. "Do you know why we're here?" Keith inquired softly. "You may speak."

"I disobeyed you, Master," Lance responded shakily.

"What rule did you break?"

"I broke the rule that I am not allowed to hold back my voice when Master is touching me."

"Correct." Keith released Lance's hair and moved back to sit on the bed behind him. Lance's breathing was even, but he felt nervous, like he always did before a scene. He trusted Keith, but at the beginning there was always something about being this vulnerable, about being under Keith in every way, about being naked while Keith was fully clothed, about being in such a vulnerable position while Keith stood strong, that made him slightly anxious. But that's why they did this. Because it was always the same, and because they both needed it.

"I was debating about how to punish you," Keith said, and Lance heard the lube snap closed. Keith's gloves hit the floor. "I was thinking...should I edge you?" A finger circled around Lance's hole, and he exhaled, trying to relax. "I also debated using the crop you built," Keith said conversationally, slipping one finger past the ring of muscle. Lance whined, starting to pant a little. There was a short silence from Keith while he worked his finger inside Lance, opening him up enough to add a second one, while Lance hissed and groaned and whimpered.

"Wh-what did you decide, Master?" Lance asked between whimpers. Keith pinched the inside of Lance's thigh.

"I'll tell you when you're ready to know," Keith scolded. He scissored his fingers, and Lance cried out.

"Oh...mmm, yeeess…"

"I thought about a lot of things," Keith said. "I got hard thinking about them, too." Lance's dick twitched at that, and a grin slipped into Keith's voice. "Does that make you feel good? That you're a vessel for my pleasure?"

"Yes…" Lance whispered, cut off by a whimper. Keith's fingers pressed into Lance's prostate, and Lance arched, crying out so loud that he distantly worried that someone might hear.

"Keith! Oh, oh God…"

Keith rolled a finger over the same spot again. Lance keened, hands clawing into the sheets as his head rocked from side to side and his hips jolted, knowing he wasn't allowed to rut into the bed.

"I think you're ready for your punishment," Keith decided, taking his fingers out of Lance with a slick noise. Lance moaned, burying his face into his arms. His cock was smearing precum over his stomach, and he wanted Keith back inside him. He didn't say anything, though, breathing hard and waiting.

"I finally decided you'd be getting a spanking," Keith said, and Lance looked up at him. It could have been in interest, but Lance mostly just wanted to see Keith's face, he wanted Keith to do whatever he wanted to Lance, he was looking up at Keith in desperation.

"However," Keith continued, opening the drawer under his bed and rummaging in it, "you have a bad habit of orgasming when I spank you. It's meant to be a punishment, sweetheart, not a pleasure." Keith stood up again, and Lance could see his bulge straining against his shorts. Lance stared at it and couldn't stop the whine that escaped his throat. He wanted that cock in him, it didn't matter where, as long as his Master was using him. In Lance's mouth, heavy and bitter as Keith pulled his hair and rammed his dick down Lance's throat. Or in Lance's ass, pounding into him at a brutal pace while Keith called him a good boy for taking it, praising him.

Lance's thoughts were interrupted by Keith slipping the cock ring on him. His brow furrowed. Oh.

"You're going to wear this while I spank you," Keith said with finality.

Lance swallowed. "Yes, Master."

Keith sat down and patted his thighs. "Over my lap." Lance almost scrambled to do so, Keith correcting his posture gently. "Eager, huh?"

Lance nodded. "Uh huh," he breathed.

"Ten strikes. Count them for me."

"Yes, Master."

"Color?"

"Green." Lance wiggled impatiently, but Keith's hand on his hip stopped him fast.

"None of that," Keith said quietly. Lance stayed quiet and waited for the first came out of nowhere, and Lance yelped at the sharp sting.

"One," he squeaked. He barely had time to register the dull ache before the next few strikes landed.

"Ungh...two, three, four," Lance sobbed. He was so hard, and his hips involuntarily rutted against Keith's thigh.

"Two more for that," Keith scolded, and struck him again.

"Five...six...seven, oh, eight," Lance was panting and sobbing, his counting coming out in gasps. Keith didn't let up, his hand coming down hard. "Nine...ten!...eleven...oh, ah, ah, twelve!"

"Good job," Keith said, hand coming down to rub at Lance's stinging flesh. "You did so well. Would you like to cum now?"

Lance couldn't stop the groan that came out at that. "Yes, please, Master."

Lance was suddenly being manhandled onto his front again, his hips being dragged up and Keith rubbing his still clothed cock against Lance's ass with an uncontrollable groan.

"Finally," Keith hissed, bending over Lance to reach for the condoms. Lance heard Keith yank down his swim trunks, and then Keith's breathy pants as he rolled on the condom and lubed himself up. "Gonna use you," Keith muttered into Lance's ear. "Gonna fill you up and make you scream, your ass is so perfect, you're so good for me."

Lance nearly cried again as the effects of Keith's dirty talk hit him. He felt Keith's cock nudge at his hole before Keith thrust all the way in without warning. Lance all but screamed, rocking back into the pain. Sure, Keith had fingered him earlier, but it hadn't quite been enough. Lance didn't care. It was just enough burn.

"Ohh, Lance, you're so goddamn tight," Keith growled, before pulling back and slamming back in again. Lance almost shrieked, clawing at the sheets and screaming Keith's name. Keith didn't correct him. Instead, he grabbed Lance's hair and yanked his head back, leaning down to bite into Lance's shoulder.

"Huhhh...Keith, Keith, Keith," Lance chanted Keith's name like a prayer, pushing his hips back against Keith's cock. Keith found Lance's prostate and began hitting it hard. Lance wailed.

"You...belong...to me," Keith grunted.

"Yes, I do, I'm yours," Lance sobbed.

"You are mine," Keith growled. He pulled Lance up so that he was sitting on his dick and fucked up into him, holding on to his hips.

"Yes, fuck, yes," Lance squealed.

"You aren't even yours," Keith growled. He reached up to yank hard on Lance's collar, jerking Lance's head back and making him choke. He let go and moved his hand to pinch hard at one of Lance's nipples. Lance whined loudly.

"That collar shows that you're mine," Keith grunted, fucking up particularly hard into Lance. Lance keened, throwing his head back onto Keith's shoulder, whining with every pant.

"I-I'm gonna cum," Keith warned. "Fill you up...ungh, does that sound good?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Lance whimpered, clutching at the air. Keith came with a long, drawn-out groan, filling up the condom and making Lance whine. Keith pulled out and dropped Lance, leaving him in a heap while Keith took off the condom, tied it, and tossed it on the floor.

"You can cum now, baby," Keith said gently, crawling over Lance and taking off the cock ring. It only took a few tugs before Lance was coming with a silent scream, arching off the bed. Lance lay on the bed in an exhausted slump, cum painting his stomach and breathing hard.

"I'll be right back." Keith kissed Lance gently before getting up and going into the bathroom. He came back with a wet rag and some pain relief pills, his swimsuit already pulled back up around his hips. He sat on the edge of the bed and started to clean Lance up.

"You did so well for me, Lance. You were so good." Lance lay there blinking as Keith cleaned him up, but he took the pills Keith offered him and swallowed them dry. Keith stayed there and ran his hand comfortingly through Lance's hair until Lance sat up.

"Welcome back," Keith said with a smile. He leaned forward and kissed Lance sweetly, reaching around to take off his collar. He put it away, then came back to sit on the bed and took Lance's hands.

"Now tell me," he said seriously. "That was all okay? I didn't hurt you too much?"

Lance smiled sleepily. "You were perfect," he said, then leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Keith. "Thank you."

"We should probably get dressed…" Keith said.

"Unfortunately," Lance said, pulling back to run his eyes down Keith's naked chest. Keith raised an eyebrow.

"You really gonna sass me like that?" Keith asked. Lance giggled and got up, only to wince and press his hands to his lower back.

"Ow," he muttered. Keith was instantly on his feet.

"Are you okay?" Keith asked, putting his hand over Lances'.

"If I can't sit down for the next few days it's your fault," Lance accused with a smile.

"Fair enough," Keith said, before pulling his sub down for a kiss.