Sorry it's been a while! holidays got crazy and all that. usual gore and etc warnings. temp death. really you know the drill by this point in the story. and if you clicked on a link that took you directly to this chapter. I'd highly recommend going to beginning and checking warnings. This is not a..safe story to be fair.
Sorry this is short!
Keith found himself waking up on the floor, one leg still slunk over the couch. Groaning he stood up with a stretch hoping to pop his back letting out a relief filled sigh when it did. He looked around trying to locate where the other snuck off to. He thought they might be upstairs but as he was heading up he heard laughing from outside and sure enough when Keith looked out the window there they were in a pool messing around. He grinned from ear to ear trying to look for his camera. It was somewhere around here, he always had it on him. A quick trip upstairs before he missed anything grabbed it and ran back down just in time to catch Shiro slam dunking Lance into the pool. A perfect scene. "Beautiful" he mused softly to himself. It felt nice to watch, to take pictures and preserve the moment forever.
After a while, and many pictures later he let them return to their privacy...after all Keith and Lance had their moment in the shower this morning it was only fair to let them be mostly alone in the pool. Keith set a task for himself after that, cleaning up mud from last night. Now that it was day time he can't believe how stupid him and Shiro had been to track mud in. Normally they didn't do anything like that. Always careful and checking and….maybe,he thinks maybe, they wanted to be caught by Lance. There was a pull to him neither could ignore. To treasure and destroy him. Keith wanted to do such horrible things to him...many horrible things he hadn't done before because he liked his victims alive while he played with them. Too impatient to keep them alive for long. Not like Takashi who took so long to plan and play. To draw it out to the last breathe. Keith remembers the first time Takashi invited him to watch him work in person. It was...He couldn't look away. Like painting a masterpiece.
Shaking that train of thought away for now. He did NOT want to get a boner while trying to clean up. Luckily it was dried and all he really had to do was sweep up the dirt and scrub the little bit that stubbornly clung to the wooden floors. It would likely still be a while before they came in from swimming...and judging by the noises Keith could hear, so he set to making dinner for them. Lance had a lot of fresh food in the kitchen, probably went shopping not to long ago, and Keith found the perfect thing to make for dinner! "Of course lance would have the stuff for curry. A man after my own heart." heh thinking of hearts brought back last night. He still remembered the fun they had with Lance's heart… ok Keith will admit he's more than a little affected by what's going on in the pool. Lance sure could scream.
then..Keith had an idea...A wonderful..fantastic idea. "Apron collection where are you?"
Shiro and Lance's kiss soon turned from lovingly playful to harshly desperate. Shiro growling biting those soft lips, pecking kisses and marks down Lance's jaw to his neck, a perfect unspoiled spot. Clear. Shiro fixed that. He bit hard. Blood hit his tongue and Lance moaned his name clutching his hair keeping him there to nibble and lick the broken skin. "Ours. Our good kitten" Shiro claimed, his own nails clawing into Lance's back keeping his legs wrapped around Shiro's body.
"Yes" was the only reply given from Lance. Shiro laughed at how eager their slut was. He wanted blood from him "You'll do anything I say, right?" it was posed as a question. Asking permission. Both knew it was not.. Lance bit his lip, replying "Yes, Shiro."
He dunked Lance under water not giving him a chance to hold his breath. Shiro held him down for a while only bringing him back up when his thrashing got slower. Shiro spoke a command to him as Lance coughed out water, trying to catch his breath.
"Takashi. Call me Takashi." A new order from Shiro. Barely registering in Lance's head from the lack of oxygen. Water burned his lungs. Didn't stop Lance from replying, voice raspy trying to inhale more air " Y-yes Takashi." he didn't say anything more. Knew he couldn't...no shouldn't. Shiro grinned " Good kitten. Now take in as much air as you can. I'm not letting you back up until you finish what I want you to do."
Lance raised an eyebrow but took in a deep breath before he lost his chance. Leaving him no room to ask WHAT Shiro wants him to do. Almost as quickly as he took the breath he was pushed back under the water with Shiro lifting his legs out to keep him under. Pressure surrounded him causing his chest to hurt from already straining for air. Thankful he has his goggles, Lance was able to come to the obvious conclusion Shiro wanted him to lose air. And fast as a fist was pushing him into Takashi's erection,barely contained in his pants. Lance took it out not even caring about losing air now that he knows his job. He'll come back he knows. Death sucked but... but he needs this. Shiro's dick both heavy and weightless on his tongue. The taste of the water mixing with Shiro's cock was strange. Lance loved every second. He needs the burning heat from it hitting the back of his throat. The floating environment doing very little to halt Shiro's speed once Lance has him all in. If anything it allowed more movement. Takashi could easily manhandle him any way he likes in the water. And oh does Lance like.
Everything hurt in the best way and he felt entirely weightless. Letting Shiro fuck his throat like it was all he was made for. Hell he almost felt like he was. His vision was cloudy at best. He's inhaled so much water at this point he knows he's going to drown. Even pretty sure Shiro was fucking directly into his airway now. Lance couldn't care less at this point. It was overwhelming. It was amazing. The feeling of being surrounded completely. His eyes couldn't focus as Shiro sped up more. Slamming into Lance's throat to the point it almost felt broken only a useless hole for Shiro and god that did things to Lance. To know he was being used. IT shouldn't. He still had a voice in the back of his head screaming how wrong it was to want this but it was so silent. His vision was spotty at best. His lungs filled with water. He felt rough hands grabbing around his throat and head to keep his nose right against Shiro's sack. His cock deeply planted in Lance's mouth as he came. Lance moaned swallowing and soon everything was black.
It didn't take quite as long for him to wake up again though, coughing up cum and water from his lungs. Finding himself no longer in the water, found himself bent against the edge of the pool, and...being thrusted into. It burned from dryness and felt like it had been going awhile. "Fuck!" he coughed out more gasping for air and from pleasure. Shiro didn't stop only gave Lance a look when he noticed he was awake. Lance figured he hadn't died completely or "oh god!" O..or Shiro had done something to keep him from dying. Like CPR or something. He honestly didn't care in that moment. He was being fucked into the concrete outside his pool, his legs still dangling over the side with Shiro standing firm in the shallow end and fuck he felt so full. "Takashi" he tried to speak but he still couldn't get words out without sounding slightly gargled and hoarse. He was shushed and could do nothing but moan and scream as Shiro sought another orgasm.
All he could do was thrust his hips back seeking his own as well. He hadn't been able to when underwater and he was still on edge from that. Luckily Shiro knew exactly the right places to touch. Inside and out. Shiro shortly found himself cumming for the second time making sure Lance took every bit. When he saw lance try to reach for his own still aching cock he held down his arms. "Didn't say you could touch that now did i?"
Lance cursed under his breath "N-no" he was shivering, hips moving on their own. Shiro's slowly softening cock still firmly pressed in him keeping him right on the edge. "Please" he couldn't. He needed. "Please Takashi I need to cum."
Shiro seemed to consider this. He pulled out a bit and slammed back in causing Lance to hiccup from how hard his back his the concrete. 'AH PLEASE?" he scream. Shiro slapped him hard enough for it to echo. Lance gasped from the pain. "You can get yourself off without using those hands of yours." it took a silent moment for him to understand what Shiro meant. Once it clicked he nodded. Knowing it was going to hurt. His back probably bleeding from the roughness it laid on. Still he had to move himself in that awkward position. Felt the concrete scraping every time he moved his hips thrusting himself onto Shiro's cock. It was beginning to harden again. And god It make lance feel good to know he could make Shiro hard just by doing this. He cried. Thrusting down as much as he could. Soon he was spilling onto his stomach, and clenching around Shiro's cock. Shiro didn't seem to care he hadn't gotten off again just slipping out of lance and turning him around where his stomach was now on the ground. Lance felt the chill hit his back. He saw the concrete below him proved what he thought. Blood stained it and likely his back.
He felt Shiro's hand press into the open wounds of his back. He hissed, one hand held him down the other swept up some blood. And Lance didn't have to be a genius to know why. He heard the slick sound, the rushed movement and felt the sting on his back. Shiro had gotten himself off using the fresh blood and marked lance's back with his cum. And as a final cherry on top he rubbed it into the cuts.
As if none of that happened Shiro washed himself off with the pool water and left the pool with only a "See you inside, Kitten"
Lance laid there. Body hurting horribly. He didn't want to move or stand. He just laid there feeling..he wasn't sure what he was feeling. He should probably get up and clean his wounds. So much he should do. Still his eyes felt heavy. His body the same. Drifting off to sleep. Maybe he was dying still. Slowly. Peacefully. But never permanently. He'd find out soon. He let himself drift.