A/N: I'm not really on here much anymore, I post everything on Ao3 first and I reply to all of my comments over there. My username is I_D_E_K :)
"Lance, on your left!" Keith yelled as Lance dodged a blast from the drone they were fighting on the training deck and narrowly ducking out of the way of Keith's blade as it split the flying ball in two.
"I can see it, moron! Duck!" Lance aimed his blaster at Keith, whose face was a picture of shock as Lance's finger began to press down on the trigger, ducked down and Lance shot a hole clean through yet another drone, causing it to clatter to the floor loudly.
"You shot at me!" Keith yelled as he stood straight once again.
"I shot behind you, idiot!"
"If I hadn't ducked your shot would've-!"
"End training sequence!" A third voice entered the equation, booming and authoritative. "The both of you are driving me crazy!" Shiro walked closer to them, dressed in his normal clothes, arms crossed over his chest. "Keith, you need to watch where you're swinging your blade, you almost hit Lance more times than I can count." Lance gave Keith a smug look. Oh, what Keith would give to wipe that look off of his stupid face.
"Lance," Shiro started, turning to the other teen and giving Keith his chance to replicate the blue paladin's facial expression. "Your shots, whilst on target, were far too close to grazing your team member. In a real battle, there's no telling how much damage you could do to him if he were to dodge an attack from an enemy."
"Sorry, Shiro." Lance muttered./p
"The two of you need to work out your differences too. The arguing doesn't help either of you during battle and it doesn't help your fellow paladins either. It's a distraction. Until you can get along I'll keep having the both of you participate in extra training sessions whenever and wherever possible. Understood?"
"Yes, Shiro." They both spoke, only slightly out of time with one another.
"You're dismissed for today. Go clean up and get some food. You've both worked hard." Shiro nodded to them before leaving the training room and the two of them behind.
"I can't believe you almost shot me." Keith grumbled angrily as he removed his armour in sharp, harsh movements.
"Yeah, well that's what you get for almost slicing my ear off. Twice!" Lance snapped back with just as much anger, working his way out of his own armour.
"God forbid anyone does that. Only he knows how much more you need to listen and how much less you need to talk! Next time, I'll aim for a drone a little closer to your mouth!"
"Fuck you, Kogane." Lance glared hard at his teammate, fists curled at his sides in anger.
"In your dreams, McClain." The two came together like stags in a rut, a flurry of poorly aimed punches and fistfuls of hair. They ended up on the ground in a tangle of limbs and half removed armour plates, Lance pinning Keith before the red paladin turned the tables on him.
Lance's head hit the floor with a thud that he would later blame for his next decision. Keith's face was oh so close, cheeks red from exertion and mouth slightly parted to let short huffs of air in and out. Keith's mouth being partially open made the kiss slightly awkward and for the first few seconds, neither did anything. Lance was certainly regretting his decision and yet the thought of Keith pulling away and wiping his mouth in disgust made Lance only press his lips harder against the other teen.
Lance most certainly didn't expect Keith's lips to begin moving against his own, nor did he expect the other to release a quiet groan and pin his wrists to the floor below him in his moment of weakness. Lance's eyes fluttered closed as he too reciprocated the kiss. It wasn't sweet in any way. There was a lot of teeth clashing, lip biting and the moment one of the two introduced tongues to the equation, that too became a battle for dominance.
Lance somehow managed to wrestle one arm free of Keith's hold and gripped a fistful of his hair, tugging backwards to get the red paladin to sit up, straddling Lance's thighs. In the moments that their kiss was broken, their eyes roamed the other's face in such close quarters, looking for any sign of regret but neither saw anything but pure, unadulterated lust reflected back at them.
Keith wrapped his arms around Lance's neck, kissing him once again as the younger male grabbed a hold of one of the remaining pieces of armour on his companion. He roughly pulled until the pieces dislodged themselves and threw them aside. Keith, stood, breaking the kiss so suddenly that Lance was left slightly shocked, before the former pulled them both to their feet, stripping Lance of what was left of his armour.
Once the two were left only in their skin-tight bodysuits, they came together once again in a heated kiss. Lance pushed Keith back against one of the armour containers, trapping him against the cylindrical pillar with a hand either side of him and pressed against the glass.
"Top or bottom?" Keith asked slightly breathlessly as he pulled away from Lance's lips to kiss down his neck whilst he searched for the zipper on the taller male's suit.
"Either." Keith was slightly relieved to know that his companion was just as breathless as he was.
"Good. You're gonna fuck my ass, Lance." The blue paladin was taken aback momentarily by the bluntness of Keith's words until he reminded himself of the other male's nature.
"We should go back to my room. I have stuff there." Keith raised an eyebrow at Lance, a smirk settling into his features. "What? Gonna make fun of me like you don't jerk off whenever you get the chance to do it too?" Lance immediately defended against his rival.
"Oh, I never said that." Keith stepped forward, forcing Lance to step back. Lance just grabbed the dark-haired male's wrist and dragged him out of the armour room and down the hall to the elevator. As soon as the doors shut, the two were on each other once more, groping through the thin layer of clothing that left little to nothing to the imagination. Whether it was because he hadn't felt contact like it for a while, or whether it was because Keith was insanely hot -though you wouldn't get him to admit that out loud- Lance was rock hard and practically leaking precome by the time they got to his room.
Keith wasn't in a state so dissimilar either. He could hardly wait for Lance to lock the door, rifling through his drawers in search of the 'stuff' Lance claimed to have. Lance opened a compartment above the bed, pulling out a jar of some kind of clear gel although upon closer inspection it was tinged blue.
Keith wasted no more time in stripping Lance of his suit, tugging it down his arms with the gentleness of an angry bull. Once free of his clothing, Lance stripped Keith of his, taking a second to ogle the red paladin in all his naked glory. He was all muscle, smooth and tight. He looked bulkier out of his clothes than he did in them, Lance decided. He was the complete opposite of Lance, who was almost lanky, muscular but with more sharp angles.
"You gonna stand there and stare at me all day or are you gonna start prepping me?" In response, Lance wrapped a hand around the base of Keith's member, bringing it up and over the head before coming back down again. He repeated this a few times before bringing his lips down on to Keith's as the two lowered awkwardly on to the mattress.
"Turn around. On your knees, ass up." Keith followed Lance's instruction, turning away from him and pressing his chest against the thin blankets. Keith heard the release of the lid on the jar mere seconds before the cold gel made contact with his puckered hole.
"You're such a jerk!" He snapped back at Lance. "You could've warmed it first."
"Oops. Guess I forgot." Lance sassed, softly massaging the ring of muscle before he eased a finger in. Keith released a sigh of pleasure, fingers spreading out against the bed. After a few seconds a second long, slim finger was introduced, causing slight discomfort to Keith. The discomfort soon gave way to pleasure when those fingers brushed against something that made his stomach feel like it was doing somersaults and his throat release an involuntary noise that was most definitely not a moan.
"I think I found your sweet spot." Lance grinned.
"Shut up and get it over with already. How much prep do I really need? You're a beanpole." Lance crooked his fingers against that spot once again, causing Keith to release yet another involuntary moan.
"Wanna take a look and ask that question again?" He spoke so sure and confidently that Keith had no other choice than to look back and poke fun at him. Though, any insults he had died on his lips when he saw the tan length, hard and weeping against the blue paladin's stomach. It was long and thick, curved deliciously in a way that would have slotted directly into Keith's throat if the two were in a number of different positions. Better yet, the tip of his member was sure to brush against Keith's prostate with every thrust.
"How?" The only thing Keith could say whilst he looked between Lance's smug face and the reason for it.
"I dunno, genes I guess." He shrugged. "Still want me to 'shut up and get it over with'?"/p
"Yeah. I want that thing inside me; fast."
"Well, who am I to decline such politeness." Lance snarked, earning a swift kick to the thigh before he began moving his fingers again, scissoring them in and out of the red paladin to stretch his hole.
"Just put it in, I can take it." Keith panted, impatient and impulsive as ever./p
"But it's gonna hurt." Lance's brows pulled together in confusion. "The point of this is to feel good, not-"
"I don't care!" Keith turned around, hastily pushing Lance on to his back, scooping out a generous amount of lubricant. He smoothed it over Lance's member with a few strokes before wiping the remainder between his cheeks and steadying his weight on Lance's chest with one hand and the male's cock with the other. Keith lowered slowly, gritting his teeth against the slight burn of being stretched and filled after so long.
"Shit, you're tight." Lance gripped Keith's thighs, watching himself disappear inside the red paladin.
"So fucking big." Keith let out a shuddering breath as the tip of Lance's cock rubbed against Keith's prostate. He raised his hips slightly before lowering again, with more momentum. He repeated this a few times until he settled against Lance's hips, fingertips digging into the younger male's chest as he got used to the feeling of being so full.
"Tell me when I can move." Lance's breath was equally as shaky as Keith's as the blue paladin watched the older teens face contort with a mixture of pleasure and pain. He said no words, only began lifting himself up and down over Lance's member, slowly at first. It didn't take long for them to build up speed, however, both teens horny and desperate for any kind of release.
Soon enough, Lance was gripping Keith's hips, knees bent, feet planted on the bed as he hammered up in to the paler of the two, determination and pleasure mixing in to one expression on his face. His neck ached from the angle it was bent at but he couldn't take his eyes off of where they were connected, how Keith's cock bounced with every thrust and the older teen wasn't even trying to hold back his moans any longer.
Lance would later tease him about the sounds, or maybe he wouldn't because the sheer knowledge that he, Lance McClain, brought those noises out of Keith Kogane made him almost bust a nut then and there. He slowed when the burning of muscle fatigue in his hips forced him to do so but Keith kept the pace to the best of his ability, hands curved over Lance's knees as he lifted himself up and down over the younger male's cock.
"Fuck, I'm close." Keith panted hard as he leaned forward, placing his hands on the wall in front of him. "Show me what you've got, Sharpshooter." He smirked down at Lance. The younger of the two began thrusting up into Keith once again, the only sounds in the room being ragged breath, grunts and moans and the lewd sounds of skin slapping and lube squelching.
With a slight change in angle, Keith was falling forward, his grip on the wall faltering as his face hovered over Lance's. The blue paladin stared at the blush on Keith's cheek, not so dissimilar to the one that covered his cheeks when they were arguing or training, yet somehow at that moment he looked like a completely different person, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, mouth hanging open involuntarily and eyes squeezed shut tightly as he chased his impending climax. Lance lurched forward, bringing their lips together once again, swallowing his moans as Keith tightened impossibly around him, coming in long, thick streaks over Lance's stomach.
Lance was still pounding away when Keith came down from his orgasm. He broke the kiss and stared down at his companion, beads of sweat dancing their way down his all too soft skin, eyes shut tightly in concentration as huffs of breath and groans escaped past parted lips, still wet from their kiss.
"Tell me I'm good." He heaved out between harsh pants. Keith lowered his lips to the blue paladin's ear and began speaking in the lowest tone he could muster.
"You fuck my ass so good Lance. Hitting my prostate with just about every thrust. Your big, hard cock fills me so much. I can feel you so deep. So much deeper than any other guy."
"Fuck! Fucking you so deep." Lance groaned, face turning red from exertion./p
"You gonna come for me, Lance?"
"Yes-fuck! I'm so close."
"Don't come inside me." Keith ordered a clear warning against Lance's skin. "You hear me? Be a good boy and-" Lance was a goner. The two words had always been his weakness when it came to his lovers. He couldn't help but press into Keith as far as he possibly could, grinding against the older male, who was glaring down at him murderously, as he came harder than he ever had in his life.
"Fuck." He panted, falling bonelessly against the mattress as Keith stood./p
"Dammit, Lance! What did I say?!" He snapped, grabbing for Lance's blankets to catch the steady flow of come that was emptying from him.
"Before or after you called me a good boy?" Lance grinned, only to receive a balled-up suit to the face. "I'm too satisfied to care right now." Keith removed the thing from Lance's face, lest he suffocate and Keith get the blame.
"You are the worst of the worst, Lance McClain! You had better be clean or I swear to-"
"That's enough you two, we can hear you arguing from the break roo-" the two were quick to cover themselves as Shiro, who had the authority to override the locks on any of their doors, took it upon himself to enter the room. Both Keith and Lance scrambled to cover themselves, Keith settling on the suit he had just removed from Lance's face and Lance opting for the sheets Keith had used to clean up his mess.
"Make yourselves decent. The two of you will meet me in the training room in ten minutes." Shiro said before closing the door, leaving Lance and Keith to argue over who was at fault as they cleaned up as best they could before going down to face their doom.