Okaay, so this one was a request... yeah, it's more Klance.

Why not?

-Azume

Klance: Stuck Together

Lance couldn't believe he was in this stupid situation. Especially with his arch-nemesis, mullet-head Keith.

Like, what were the chances of both of them deciding to take a late night gaming trip to the broken down arcade down the corner, and what were the chances of them both arriving at the exact same time?

Okay, so maybe Lance had been casually following his raven haired rival, and he might have tracked the shortie all the way there, but still! How would he know that Keith was going in the direction of his favourite arcade - assuming he didn't know the direction himself, which he usually didn't as Hunk normally guided the entirety of the trip - and was going up through the sacred lift? Hunk and Lance had always raced to that lift whenever they took their annual arcade day, the first person there usually got first choice unless they both wanted to duke it out on Smash Bros. as became tradition. So when Lance saw Keith duck into the retro orange door, he let the boy go on ahead, knowing through his expertise that he could race up the first set of stairs to the lift and get to the main upper floor before the emo-wannabe.

But of course fate wasn't going to let Lance beat his rival. Keith appeared at the lift doors just as Lance had sprinted up the last step. Their eyes had met, and Lance was surprised to see no flash of surprise enter Keith's charcoal eyes, no rim of violet sparkle through his bewildered gaze. No, the teen just surveyed Lance with a bored stare, and then broke the eye-contact. Lance was not one to go down that easily though, he knew a staring match when he initiated one.

Lance had lunged at Keith, throwing his arms out to grip the boy's bony shoulders. When Lance had him in a fierce grip, he stared down at Keith, into the boy's eyes and glared. He stared ferociously, vehemently, intensely locking his gaze with Keith's. Keith's lips curled into a smirk as he registered the challenge, and he fixed his eyes defiantly on Lance. They stared at each other for what seemed like years, with Lance eventually blinking and averting his chocolate brown eyes. He felt his ears burn, and turned away from Keith to recover from the furious shame that sent his heartbeat going haywire.

When Lance finally recovered some of his self-worth in order to meet Keith's eyes once again, he found the Asian boy snorting into his hand, trying to cover the sly grin that had crept up his face at the expanse of Lance's embarrassment. Lance felt his cheeks heat up, and fought to keep a steady eye-contact with Keith.

After a moment of bemusedly watching Lance's shame blossom fabulously, Keith turned and stalked in the direction of the lift. Lance's rival instincts took over, and he exploded in a burst of adrenaline, charging past Keith to reach the lift first. Thanks to his long legs and powerful lunge, Lance reached the lift first, and pressed the call button with relish just as Keith casually reached where Lance was standing in victory.

Keith leant against the opposite wall, staring down into his gloved hands without giving Lance even a moment of satisfaction. The boy wouldn't even let him feel victorious, wouldn't even look him in the face after Lance had beaten him to the lift. They stood in silence, waiting for the rickety old lift to slowly make its jittery descent to their floor. Lance considered asking Keith why he'd come here, but then Keith would straight up ask him back, deflecting the question effortlessly. And then Lance would have to explain that he followed him here, and that would be an awkward exchange if there ever was any.

The lift arrived quickly, announcing its entrance through a loud bang and the snap of rusted wire pulled taut. The doors didn't open themselves, so you usually had to prise them apart with your fingers, which Hunk was usually the best at doing. Lance approached the lift door, and looked expectantly back at Keith. The mullet lifted his head, shrugged, and then seemed to decide against his better wit. Keith joined Lance silently at the lift door, and jammed his fingers in-between the surface, and pulled violently, yanking the sliding doors apart with sheer force. Lance felt his jaw drop as the doors parted, bending themselves to Keith's will as the mullet-head stepped inside, a smiling superiorly. His eyes glinted, and Lance trudged reluctantly into the lift, knowing that Keith and him were neck and neck again, that his previous victory was now void. Lance moodily pulled the lift doors shut, and pressed the only button there was: up.

The lift pushed them up, masking the heavy silence with the familiar racketing and creaking Lance was used to. Keith was still smirking, and Lance was gradually getting more and more flustered, letting the smug mullet get to his head.

Lance couldn't take it anymore.

"Why are you so perfect?!" Lance burst out, spinning on his heel towards Keith, who stood straighter, his eyes wide with confusion.

Keith narrowed his eyes, suspicion laced into the way he tensed defensively. "What-" Keith began gruffly, before Lance cut him off with a swift zipping notion.

"Shut your quiznak!" He said fiercely, planting his feet into the ground. "Answer the question, dammit!"

Keith shrugged, looking away. "I'm not perfect, you asshole."

Lance felt his face heat up once again at Keith's name calling; the boy was making him all flustered again. He glared at Keith, who met his eyes coldly.

"I'm not perfect." Keith muttered. "So stop saying that."

Lance sighed in exasperation. "Then why won't you ever let me win against you? Huh?! You just have to beat me at everything!"

Keith rolled his eyes, saying in a bored voice; "Eat your words, McClain."

Lance folded his arms. "Excuse me?" He said, earning himself a curt glare from Keith.

"Look," Keith began slowly, as if he were talking to a child. "I didn't start this rivalry thing, you did. And you're the one who takes it as a personal loss whenever you lose at something to me, which was never a competition until you made it one."

Lance was about to spit back a cutting remark, but his voice was silenced by a moan from the lift. The clattering stopped, and the two boys were enveloped in a heavy silence, the lift stationary. They weren't at the next floor, so why had the lift stopped? Keith tried to prise the doors open once again, but they were jammed shut, as the lift was supposed to be moving. Lance tried for the sake of it, and he couldn't open the doors either.

They were stuck. In a lift.

Keith sighed, pulling out his phone from his pocket wearily. It bleeped meekly, and then promptly shut itself off. Keith cursed under his breath, and stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

"It's dead." Keith stated the obvious, dead-panning Lance. "Try yours."

Lance rummaged around in his jean pockets, and pulled out fluff and tissues. His phone wasn't there. Lance felt himself blush, and avoided Keith's penetratingly intense gaze.

"Where's your phone?" Keith demanded in a low voice.

Lance smiled guiltily. "I may have forgotten it."

Keith breathed out, exaggeratingly puffing out his chest to demonstrate his annoyance. Lance watched the boy sit down on the lift's floor, and lean against the wall. He didn't do anything, just stared at his hands.

Lance bit his lip. There must be someone who could get to them, someone who was there. Coran - the man who ran the arcade - was always there, he might possibly hear them if they screamed. But then again, he slept like a log and nothing could wake him up except for Allura, his fiercely pretty niece. Pidge - or Pidgeon as was their gamer name - was also always around the arcade, but never at whatever-o-clock it was now. It looked like they were gonna be there for a while, or at least until Pidgeon showed up at 7AM.

"Yo, Keith." Lance said, addressing the boy who was casually picking at his nails. "What time is it?"

Keith shrugged. "Around eleven, I left at quarter-to."

Lance let out a heavy sigh. Eight hours. Eight hours he'd be spending with mullet unless Pidgeon came early or Hunk could read the distress signals he was sending out in his mind.

Lance sat down on the cold floor opposite Keith, and stared at the mullet, struggling to voice the thoughts inside of his head and the feelings that were messing everything up. He was still annoyed at Keith for being so perfect, but the elevator matter was more pressing. Lance had followed Keith on a whim - pure gut instinct - and hadn't brought much clothing with him. He was only wearing his favourite oversized t-shirt and stretchy jeans, put together with odd socks and the first pair of shoes he could grab. He hadn't thought to bring a coat, and was seriously regretting that decision in the crisp air. The lift was old, so it made sense that it didn't have any air conditioning or a simple heating mechanism. But the temperature was gradually dropping, cold air slithering through all the gaps in elevator to small for human hands. At least air was getting in, otherwise they'd be dead in less than a minute with all the heavy breathing Lance was doing. He blew on his hands, trying to warm them up as he rubbed them together. Keith looked so comfortable across the elevator from him, covered in both a thick grey jumper and a deep red coat, heavy and warm.

"You must be boiling." Lance commented, staring longingly at Keith's coat. He shivered in his thin shirt, and imagined himself in a warm coat, snuggling into the thick fabric, fluffy and satisfying. "I'm so cold."

A heavy weight settled on Lance's shoulders, and his vision went temporarily dark. He blinked, but the darkness didn't go away, nor did his vision focus. At the same time as all of this, Lance's senses were overwhelmed by the rich scent of melted chocolate and warm cookies just out from the oven. He breathed in heavily, soaking up the pleasant smell. Lance brought his hands up to his face, and was not completely surprised to feel crumpled fabric softly enveloping his fingers, surrounding them. He pulled the fabric away from his face, and did a double take.

Keith was staring into his face, his dark hair obscuring the curious eyes that bore into Lance, taking up his whole spectre of vision. Keith's expression was blank, as if he was staring at Lance just for the sake of it; the only part of his face that stood out was his eyes. They were as intense as always, dark and captivating and with a glimmer of violet streaking through them. Lance met Keith's eyes, and then watched as the Asian boy slowly crawled back to the other side of the lift, leaning against the opposite wall once again.

Lance held the fabric out from himself, and examined it. It was the deep red coat Keith was previously wearing, oversized on the mullet-head but just the right fit for Lance. It felt just as he had imagined, fluffy and warm and thick. Lance cast Keith a nervous glance, where in reply the boy just shrugged nonchalantly.

"You said you were cold." Keith stated, gesturing lazily to the jumper he was wearing. "I already have this so..." He let himself trail off, his dark eyes razor sharp as he watched Lance's next move like a hawk.

Lance smiled appreciatively, pulling the jacket on with care. He curled his fingers around the ends of the sleeves, squeezing the soft fabric tightly. He hugged himself, bringing his knees up to his chest and nestling his head in between them. Keith had been nice just there, with lending him his coat and stuff. But he guessed that Keith only did it because he was hot, and like, the boy was wearing two coats.

"So..." Lance chewed on his lip, fumbling over the words threatening to tumble out of his tongue. "I guess I started the rivalry." He admitted.

Keith snorted, his lip curling slightly. "Yeah, Lance, you did."

Lance averted his eyes from Keith's intense gaze and furled his hands around the jacket sleeves, awkwardly shifting his position on the floor.

"So, uh..." Keith began after a moment of silence, drawing Lance's eyes immediately back to him. "How long has it been?"

Lance started, surprised at how quickly Keith had figured out that Lance had started counting the seconds they'd been stuck in the elevator. He decided to settle on a casual shrug, deny Keith's passive accusation, and change the subject.

Lance achieved a slightly tense shrug, and replied in an offhand voice. "I have no idea." Keith merely raised his eyebrows, and Lance felt himself bristle. "Let's play a game!" He announced, avoiding Keith's smug look.

Keith stretched his legs out against the floor. "I'll humour you." He said in a mildly interested voice, placing his hands onto the floor, palms down. "What game do you want to play, Lance?"

"Stop treating me like a kid!"

Keith rolled his eyes. "I'm older than you, dimwit."

Lance folded his arms and huffed out a breath, breathing in the captivating scent of chocolate chipped cookies. "Whatever." He mumbled, struggling to think of a game that Keith would even want to play. He didn't know the boy that well, so he wasn't sure how Keith would react if he proposed a slightly immature game. And there wasn't that much space in the limited lift, so they couldn't start chasing each other like maniacs. Not that Keith would do that, nor would Lance, he was too comfortably spread out on the ground. An idea sprung itself upon Lance, and he spoke it off the top of his head, knowing if he thought about it he'd convince himself that Keith wouldn't want to do it.

"Questions?" Keith repeated, narrowing his eyes slightly. Lance nodded vigorously, earnestly, innocently. "There's nothing else to do, I guess." He muttered. "And we do have a lot of time."

"Yep!" Lance grinned, already contemplating what embarrassing questions to ask the mullet. "I'll go first. When was the last time you took off those fingerless gloves?"

Keith rolled his eyes. "This morning, idiot." He paused here, before asking Lance his question. "Do you have any siblings?"

Lance was surprised at such an average question. Did Keith not want to know anything about Lance, get the dirt on his greatest rival? Maybe Lance just wasn't an interesting person, and there was nothing better to ask him about than his siblings. But Lance loved his family, so he obliged anyway.

"Well there's me," He began. "And then Veronica, Marco and Luis."

"Big family." Keith commented drily.

Lance laughed. "Big? That's only four people. We have mama, padre, abuelita, abuelo and my tias living back at home."

Keith nodded along. "Woah. I see why you moved out."

"Nah, it wasn't because of them, they're great." Lance said offhandedly. "I moved because I needed to study here, it's the best of the best at Voltron, and how else would I beat you?"

Keith rolled his eyes.

"Now back to you, mullet." Lance said cheerily. "Speaking of mullets, why did you decide to go all 70s and emo?"

Keith shrugged dismissively. "I like what I like."

Lance sighed. "Okay, well... you're bad at this." He squinted, thinking before slowly asking his next question. "Why did you come out here?"

Keith narrowed his eyes. "I could ask you the exact same question."

"Well, I asked first!" Lance said defensively. "Go on, mullet, no need to be embarrassed."

Keith bit his lip, before muttering gruffly; "You and Hunk come here a lot."

"So?"

"So," Keith continued quietly. "I wanted to know what was so good about it."

Lance was surprised. Like, seriously. Why would Keith - perfect, annoyingly amazing at everything Keith - want to know why he and Hunk went to the arcade every week? Hunk was a cool dude, so Keith might have wanted to get to know him more, but that didn't involve sneaking around. Hunk was an open guy, all Keith would have had to do would be walk up to him.

"Hunk's an open guy-" Lance began, only to be cut short by Keith's sharp tone.

"I said I wanted to know what was good about it!"

"Jeez." Lance sighed. "Okay dude, chill." He let his face slide into a grin. "But just so you know, Hunk's taken-"

"Just shut up!" Keith burst out, his hands clenching into fists on the floor. "I'm not interested in Hunk!"

Lance rolled his eyes. "Okay, Kogane. I admit, the arcade has some cool games, but they're not really you, per say."

Keith let out an exasperated breath, calming himself down. "You. Are. An. Idiot."

Lance grinned obliviously. "If you say so."

Keith sat up straighter, smirking slightly. "Now tell me why you came to some retro arcade centre at eleven."

Lance blushed; the whole ordeal sounded so much more stupid now that he actually had to say it out loud. His eyes found Keith's, and they locked. Keith was not letting Lance squirm out of answering the blunt question, and Keith held Lance in a harsh gaze.

"So I may have followed you." Lance said sheepishly. Keith raised a brow, and Lance flushed red, his ears and neck burning with an enflamed heat. "I wasn't being a stalker!" He stuttered indignantly, watching as Keith let out a stifled laugh. "Hey!"

Keith grinned, a his dark eyes warm. "Why did you follow me?"

"Sometimes you just gotta know." Lance said airily, waving his hand.

They sat there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, Keith with his knees pulled up against his chest and Lance spread eagled flat on his back. The night seemed young, yet there was no perception of time in the dimly lit elevator. For all Lance knew, he could have been in the lift for two days and he wouldn't have noticed. Well, he'd get hungry, and would probably have to eat Keith. Probably. But he wasn't starving yet, and he had his stash of chocolate bars stuffed far into his back pocket. If he had to choose between chocolate or Keith, he'd definitely eat the chocolate bar. They were tastier. Probably.

Keith groaned suddenly. Lance snapped to attention, wondering if he'd done anything wrong. He was drifting off into thoughts of food, and he must have seemed distant to Keith, cold even. What if the mullet was going to attempt to construct a conversation with him, and Lance had ruined it by not paying enough attention. He was such an idiot.

"Yo, Keith?" Lance said pushing himself into a more inviting sitting position. The boy's face was scrunched up; his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes clenched tight. Lance wanted to reach out to him - to see if he was okay - but he didn't want to overstep any boundaries they had unknowingly created. "Keith," Lance tried again, letting a little worry seep into his tone as Keith only took on an even more pained expression. "Are you okay?"

Keith coughed, his throat sounding dry and raw. He then looked at Lance, his hawk-like eyes dilated. "Don't worry about it." He said in a dismissively hoarse voice. "I'm just a little hungry."

Lance felt guilt push its way forcefully into his mind as Keith tried to hide the subtle way he delicately clutched his stomach, pretending to just nestle his hands casually over his grey jacket. If he had been more focused on Keith, and not so wrapped up in himself, Lance would have sensed his hunger. And Lance had food, he was just being too selfish to notice when others wanted it.

Even so, Lance arranged his face into an easy smile. "I have food, if you want it." He said, avoiding Keith's grateful gaze. If he looked at Keith, he'd feel even worse. "Sorry I didn't tell you about them before." Lance apologised, an edge to his voice as he rifled his hands around his back pocket for the chocolate bars.

"Are you sure?" Keith dead-panned. He looked seriously conflicted, and unsure if Lance was being earnest or not. Lance ignored the slight pang of hurt he felt at the thought of Keith not trusting him. But why would Keith trust him, it wasn't as if Lance was a trustworthy person. He held out the chocolate bars to Keith, reaching his hand out across the lift to get to the boy, who had his back against the wall. Keith took the bar tentatively, and nervously opened the wrapper.

"Go on, then." Lance urged with a scoff. "Haven't you ever had chocolate before?"

Keith bristled, taking a huge bite of the chocolate and chewing in violently, swallowing with a venom. "Course I have, idiot." He ate the rest of the chocolate bar with an aggressive gusto, his sharp eyes never leaving Lance's face with a defensive glare.

Lance watched Keith finish the chocolate bar in silence, and then handed the mullet another one, which he ate much more carefully, with small bites and long chewing periods. It was unnerving, to see someone eat chocolate so quickly. Lance was tempted to swipe the bar then and there, and stuff it into Kogane's mouth himself.

They relaxed back into the silence when Keith had finished, Lance reflecting on when he should have offered Keith the chocolate, and Keith seemingly daydreaming, his eyes closed but his whole body tense. Lance let out a yawn, and failed to muffle it with a hand. Keith opened one eye lazily to stare at Lance, his eyebrows raised.

"I'm tired." Lance explained through another long yawn, stretching his arms. He felt Keith's coat self-consciously, fingering the soft fabric and inhaling the soft scent it carried. "Is it okay if I..." Lance trailed off, his face heating up. "You know, um..."

"What?" Keith said in a vague voice, letting out a quiet yawn of his own. "Sleep?"

"Well, um, yeah." Lance said, shrugging the red coat off him. He stretched it's soft fabric out, and lay it over him like a duvet, snuggling inside the fluffy inner layer. He blinked up at Keith through the jacket, and hoped that it didn't make him feel too uncomfortable. They still had a while to go before morning, and before Pidge(on), Allura, or Coran found them.

"You can sleep in my coat, if that's what you're asking." Keith stated, sliding down the lift wall and shuffling a bit, settling into an almost sleep-able position.

"Good," Lance smiled, his eyes closing. "It's really warm and comfortable."

"Yeah?"

"Yep. But I'm even more comfortable." Lance was sleep-talking now, only aware of the cookie scent washing around him and the coat enveloping him.

"Are you?"

"Uh huh." Lance mumbled contentedly. "Hands down."

"Eh?"

"Like a sofa... Or maybe a bed... I like pillows."

"Goodnight, Lance."

"Nigh', mullet."

Sunlight streamed through the open lift doors, and a face peered through, splitting the rays of light. The face was thin, with thick rimmed hipster glasses and light brown hair. Pidge smirked as they observed the two boys asleep in the lift, their bodies tangled and intertwined. They must have been there for a while, and had gotten quite comfortable. Pidge let out a sly chuckle; the things you see when you go to the arcade, eh?

"Wake up losers!" Pidge yelled, their face splitting into a wide grin.

The first to wake was Pidge's friend and gaming competitor, Lance McClain - also known as SeñorLancelot. He shot upright, instantly awake. He looked around wildly, his eyes blinking in the direct sunlight. Pidge decided to calm the older boy down, and brought him back to the real world with a bump.

"I didn't think lifts were your thing, Lancelot." Pidge said slyly, cocking a brow.

Lance was still slightly disorientated, but relaxed at the sound of their voice. "Oh hey Pidgeon, what do you mean?"

"I thought you were more of a classic, myself." Pidge smirked. "Like, you know, using a bed."

"Hey!" Lance burst out in a flustered voice, his ears going pink. "We didn't - you know - do it!"

"Okay." Pidge said condescendingly. "You know best."

The other boy woke up then, carefully sitting up, and arching his back delicately - like a swan. Pidge didn't know him, but his sharp eyes were already focused and observing everything around him and taking in information, so they decided that they would give him a chance.

"And who are you?" Pidge said, raising her brows at the boy. "You're new here."

"Yeah." The boy said suspiciously, his eyes scanning Pidge then flicking to Lance and registering the recognition displayed across his face. The boy seemed to trust Lance, so he revealed a part of himself to Pidge. "I'm Keith." He paused, before stating deliberately. "You're Pidge."

"Pidge I am."

Lance decided to enter the conversation here, and let out an exaggerated groan. "Food!" He moaned, looking imploringly at Pidge. "Buy me food!"

"What about you, emo?" Pidge said testily, raising their eyebrows. "Do you want food?"

Keith took up the challenge, his eyes glittering. "Yeah."

"All right!" Lance announced, bouncing up from the ground like a coiled spring. "Let's go get food, Pidge you pay!"

"Sure." Pidge said, commenting after a pause. "Is that a new coat?"

Keith and Lance both blushed.

"No." Lance mumbled.

"What?" Pidge said, smirking.

"Let's go get food!" Lance changed the subject obviously, his whole face a mess of red. "Now!"

"If that helps you sleep at night."

"Let's just get my bagels Pidgeon!"

Yeah... This took way longer than expected.

Comment any ships or scenarios or characters you'd like to see next!

- Azume