Notes: Sequel to Ducks and s/7422332/1/Ducks-Lemurs

Happy Halloween, though sorry this isn't very spooky. It's mushy though, that does frighten some people.

Part One

A dull ache that threatened to turn into a migraine buzzed in Keith's head. He winced at the sound of car doors closing around him as he walked through the parking lot toward the apartment building he lived in with Sven Holgersson. The blunt throb had his neck aching as well, he shifted his shoulders trying to find relief, and winced again at the sound of cracking - too loud to his ears, a migraine looming.

He took the turn to the main entrance and orange lights flashed at him out of nowhere. Making the pain stab for a brief moment, it was from the glare. He hurried into the building, griping under his breath about flashing lights, wondering what the hell they were for... Adding orange lights to the list of crap on his bad bad day. He'd had a long, exhausting, bad day.

It'd been all his own fault.

Lance's alarm clock hadn't gone off, and Keith had woken up pinned under Lance, skin to skin, fifteen minutes too late to make it to his first class. He'd tried to slip out from under him, to slip away only to hear in his ear, in a sleep roughened voice... "I should turn you over and fuck you again."

He'd said no, why was something scholars of sex and relationships could probably question for centuries... Keith sighed as he hit the button for the elevator and stepped in rubbing his neck where it met his shoulder trying to relieve the irritating pressure. Yes, if he had said yes, he wouldn't have missed his second class, his entire day wouldn't have been thrown into even more of a disarray, but damn...

It would have been worth it. Being with Lance was always worth it. Had been since that first crazy night when they met, stripped naked and made out when they didn't even know each other's names. Keith had never been so spontaneous and wanton in his life before... He continued to only manage wanton and spontaneous when caught in Lance's personal space.

He may have said no in the morning, but he could still feel the night before. Keith blushed as he stepped out of the elevator, and walked down the hallway red at the memory. He loved feeling how hard Lance rode him the following day, whenever he moved, whenever he sat. And he had. He'd felt last night all day every time he sat down on the hard unforgiving plastic chair for one of his lectures. But if Keith had said yes to that one more time he'd felt it ten times harder.

Unlocking the front door, memories flashed of Lance and his tongue, Lance and his mouth, Lance and his fingers digging into his hips hard enough to bruise... Bruises that Keith loved, bruises he begged for...Ordered, baby, ordered, whispered Lance's voice with a laugh in his head. Keith felt his his blush deepen,the truth was the truth.

Why had he said no? Because now he wasn't going to see Lance until Tuesday. Due to their busy lives of classes, part time jobs, and the fact the last year in the Academy meant you were now on duty as a member of the Garrison. Lance had his duties to attend, Keith his, and he'd said no, because maybe they could both skip a class in History in Naval Space But they couldn't skip their Garrison responsibilities.

Damn him, and his responsibility.

I'm an idiot, Keith thought finally getting the door unlocked and stepping into the apartment he shared with Sven. He groaned, the sound of the television and voices making the dull ache stab in his head again. But then Keith had to laugh. Lance's roommates were here, of course. The five of them since Lance and he hooked up had become this...this?

He wasn't sure what to call them, because he wasn't sure what to call him and Lance. They were the center of it weren't they? They used the term boyfriend but Keith knew neither one of them really thought of themselves as 'boyfriends' per se... It was...they were... They were?

Keith pushed open the door to his bedroom and dropped his bag and books on his bed, then started to meticulously put everything into its proper place. Thinking about the day he met Lance, unable to keep his eyes off him once his gaze had landed on him. He'd been hot, but it'd been more than that. Lance had stood out in the crowd, and it hadn't been because he'd been the only one without a costume.. It'd been Lance being Lance... Keith had almost fallen over his feet when Lance had caught him looking. He'd never been good with the whole meet and greet, pick up a guy thing.

But hell, he'd gone over and beyond it that night, after Lance made he first move. He laughed again. Lance's first move had been to strip naked, except for his shoes and his socks. Ducks, he'd had ducks on his socks. Lance loved ducks, it was their little secret - though given Keith had given him a huge stuffed Duck for his birthday Keith did wonder how much of a secret it was... Also Hunk did the laundry in their place too. He must think that all the boxers and socks with ducks on them weren't mere coincidence? Right? Though Hunk probably didn't think about these things... Keith sighed. He was exhausted, tired, grumpy, mad at himself for turning down sex...stupidest moment of his life.

Books and homework in the proper places, he went to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet, pulled out the brand X headache relief. It wasn't a migraine yet, he wanted to keep it that way... Lance would be better at it than the damn pills but sigh, he wouldn't see him until Tuesday.

He walked into the kitchen, not for water, he'd just swallowed the pills dry. He was hungry, for something, anything... Damn he didn't know what he wanted besides his boyfriend naked in his bedroom. He stood in front of the open refrigerator and glared at the contents.

"Loki, or Thor...maybe Odin. Want to do something of my heritage this year," Sven's voice carried into the kitchen, talking over a commercial.

"I'm gonna be a bowling ball this year...got it all worked out."

"A bowling ball?" Sven snorted, and Keith heard Pidge's laugh.

"Pidgey you could be a pin?" Hunk said sounding giddy.

Halloween? Really? Already? That explained the damn orange flashing lights downstairs. He hoped Sven didn't try to talk him into dressing up again he'd have to punch - His train of thought stopped short, synapses in his brain sparked processing something on a sudden delay.

Halloween? It was almost Halloween? He and Lance met on Halloween, at that damn costume party Sven tricked him into dressing up for, and Lance had showed up as Lance, showing Keith he should have just dug in his heals harder. Lance had showed Keith a lot that night. They'd... the gazebo, their socks... the awkward conversation and the amazing chemistry. Then the next day, both of them tracking the other down, phone numbers, and a motorcycle ride and every day since...

Keith swallowed. No, no. No way they'd been together for almost a year. It could not have been that long, could it? Yet... Lance had given him a stuffed Lemur for Christmas...He'd given the Duck, they'd gone off together on weekends, they'd spent the whole summer at the beach... Keith swallowed again. But but they still acted like they'd just met, always having sex, always having to be near each other. Unless of course they couldn't because of duties or class. Or he was an idiot who said no to morning sex.

Keith frowned, shut the refrigerator door closed with a loud crash and walked into the living room where everyone else was and stood in front of whatever sporting event it was they were watching, thinking that he might be hyperventilating - or starting too. "Lance and I have been together almost a year and NO ONE TOLD ME!"

He didn't even sound like himself, but he was panicking he realized, how the hell had he ended up in a committed relationship without noticing. He was Keith Kogane, things like duty, responsibilities. Commitment. Those were hthings he was great at. Loyal, smart, organized. Noble even.

Can't breathe, he thought.

Sven's hand was on his back. He heard Hunk telling him to calm down. He saw Pidge watching him with wide eyes and a head tilt, like he was taking it all in for future reference. Sven and Hunk exchanged glances and Sven nodded.

"Yes, yes we know that."

"Does he know?" Keith heard himself asking, and as he said it he felt the importance of the question.

"Oh he knows." Hunk laughed.

Something about his tone made Keith glare at Hunk. Was that good or bad, Lance knowing. What the hell? He couldn't deal with this right now. He walked back out of the living room and into his bedroom.

What did he do? Did he do something? He had to do something... They'd been together for a year, a great year. That couldn't go by with him doing anything at all... Would Lance do something? What if he did something and Lance didn't? But what if he didn't do something and Lance did? What if this was more important to him than it was to Lance?

There was a knock on his door. He got up and opened it. Hunk stood there with a plate, with a grilled cheese sandwich on it. Keith took it, the cheese and bread smell filling his nose, his stomach growled, and he realized that it was just what he needed. Food wise anyway.

"Look, for what it is worth. He figured it out when he heard me talking about Halloween too. Then he freaked out way worse than you just did..." Hunk shrugged. "I figure whatever happens you two will be okay. Your both too cute about the other not to be."

Keith nodded unsure what to say about that, or if he liked being called cute. "Thanks Hunk," he said for the information and the grilled cheese.

Hunk nodded and left.

Keith ate his grilled cheese and tried to figure out what the hell to do, because the next time he saw Lance it'd be their anniversary.