"Boring"

Summary: Boring. That was their goal. After years of fighting a war against the Galra and freeing the galaxy this was their one thing keeping the two of them going. Their promise to each other. Together or not, alive or dead, they were going to have boring and dull lives. No war. No politics. No training. No fighting. No chance of death. Completely and utterly BORING… So how did THIS become their definition of "boring"?

AN: Pidge x Shiro, Warnings: Blood, violence, lemons, usual boring stuff, Rated M.

Disclaimer: Do not own Voltron LD and at the beginning of writing this story I was on season one episode 5 so it might not be completely compliant with everything in season two.

PS: As of posting I am still not finished with season two but I more or less know what's going to happen.

{I Say Vol...} [You Say Tron!]

How did this become boring?

The blade grazes by just millimeters from the skin of his cheek before hitting with a sharp thud one of the exposed beams of their traditional Japanese home. Chuckling lightly I throw a knife myself back in the direction of the first blade –aiming directly for chest. Twisting their body right Pidge catches the handle of the blade before it rip through the paper walls and then releases another blade with non-dominant left hand.

Not even bothering to move I catch it with my prosthetic hand seconds before it hits me dead center on the face. The sharp hit to my side reminds me not to let my guard down so easily. Dropping the knife I instinctively reach for the leg that kicked me –but a second too late. One my other side a dull pain reminds my scared body that it can still feel sharp cuts even if the cuts aren't that deep or deadly. They flash me a mischievous smile before the long, bound light brown hair jumps back several feet.

Offering a smile of my own I stand forward pulling the throwing knife from the beam behind me. Running forward I aim the knife as low as I can –it's not my fault that our high difference by the end was almost fifteen inches –but it barely reaches their gut. Dodging right to, the knife, now released, dances through their trailing hair cutting it a few strands shorter before landing itself into the bamboo floor boards.

"Too slow, Shiro," they tease, sweat running down the side of their face, down their slender neck vanishing beneath the wrapped bandages of yesterdays 'foreplay'.

The two of us gave up wearing proper clothing a long time ago –to messy and expensive, especially when we decide to take our foreplay outside in the mud and rain or play with knives like today.

A pair of shorts usually worked just fine –even then that was so if one of their friends, or a random stranger lost in the woods, decided to wander onto their property at least the two would not be completely nude.

Pain blooms like the sound of thunder as my body is pushed into the floor Pidge's body weight sitting on top of me. At least my head didn't smack into the floor. Again. "Ha," Pidge mocks trailing their fingers up my exposed chest, "I win," they continue pulling their fingers back and instead placing strands of loose hair behind their four times pierced ears.

Placing both my hand and my prosthetic on their thin waist I run my fingers around the hip bones in a circular motion following their natural structure –even now, a decade later, Pidge is still the smallest and the lightest with the least amount of muscle mass.

"Ugh. Stop messing with my pelvic bones," Pidge groans staring up towards the ceiling to emphasize the point.

"Why should I? They're my favorite part," I whisper making the circumference of the circular motion longer. "Besides if you really wanted to hide them better than you ought to gain some weight," I poke Pidge's nonexistent stomach hidden beneath just the barest of a four pack their small body could produce.

"Please," Pidge makes eye contact allowing me to see those clear green crystal eyes, pulling a spare throwing knife out from beneath their bandages (presumably resting between their not quite yet a-cup chest) they refuse to end eye contact even when I do just to watch that small tongue lick the side of the blade. Offering the end of the blade just above my mouth Pidge leans in just close enough to my ears an whispers, "You barely know what to do with me as I am." Snorting in a way I love so much the tease continues, "What will you do with more of me?"

Looking back at the blade I run my tongue over the same space, tasting the hint of mint I just know is from Pidge's newest habit. At least it's not nearly as dangerous as her scarification phase… looking at the knife one last time I wrap my own hand around it bringing it closer to my mouth, guiding my handsome and beautiful Pidge to place the blade all the way inside of my mouth. And why not? It's not like there aren't already scars there as well… just like the rest of me both physically and mentally… just like Pidge too.

A warm blush crosses Pidges face and even though they try hard to hide it I can faintly hear the soft gasp. Even though I can't yet feel it –I know the wet will eventually escape between the thin cotton cloth of Pidges short leggings. Petite like shorts designed to be fitted like leggings –mine are the same way, fitted so they don't get in the way but short enough so that we don't constantly go through all of our clothes. Their perfect. Just like my Pidge.

Closing my lips around the blade I rotate my hips and watch. Watch as those crystal clear green eyes cloud and cloud with lust and darkness and taint. Watch as once more our destruction becomes our pleasure. Watch what became our version of boring.

{I Say Vol...} [You Say Tron!]

AN: And Cut! Ha! That's all folks~ that is all…

…Is exactly what I'd like to be saying –but it is not… I actually wanted a lemon and then I started to write in first person… and I came to a perfect ending… at like just a 1000 words… but it was not what I wanted… and it just didn't flow to have it continue directly so… there will be a second chapter! Yay!

Next time on Boring Part II: Pidge's Point of View! Oh damn it –I feel like this is going to somehow end up being psychological… who wants to start bets that there will likely be a third chapter..?

See you all next week on 7/14 and yes I plan on updating this story weekly until it comes to a close (maybe three or four parts? Maybe more? No promises right now). Hoped you enjoyed and this is technically my first actual multi-chapter story to this site (I've been uploading since 2011)!

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Have a good day!

Sincerely, bookgirl111