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Lance woke up slowly that morning, his body covered in several hickeys and scratch marks with an ache in every joint. His companions curled around each side of him on his bed. They seemed to be heavy sleepers since Lance was able to slip out of their grips to get to the bathroom. He groaned at how much blood and ...dried cum covered him. He needed a shower badly and to think about stuff now that he wasn't out of his fucking mind! ok who was he kidding he was still out of his mind. Considering dating two killers? not his brightest idea, he's immortal but is this really how he wants to spend that time? They would die long before him. He knew he'd be able to slip away from them if he truly wanted. The only reason they even found him this time is because he didn't want to drop the life he had. He could easily give it all up. Move to asia, africa, any other continent and live happily for years before moving again. Lance has done it so many times. Ran away. Hid. Started over. Why does he not want to? It made him feel sick that he was considering this at all. Last night should of been a fluke. He should come to his senses and leave while he had the chance.

Burning hot water coated him, skin turning red from it. A content sigh running from his lips at the feeling of it. It felt cleansing but he still had building stress. He held his breath for a while before releasing it and with new resolved he told himself that this needed some ground rules if this was going to work...god what's wrong with him for wanting this to work? And by god did Lance want this to work. Maybe it was the fact of not having to hide what he was. The thrill of dying and two hot...ok he stopped that train of thought fast. Tried to focus on his shower and relaxing. He let his mind go blank let the water do its job of getting rid of the coating of disgust on his skin. Soon he began humming to himself, as he often tended to do while spacing out, softly singing under his breath. "Ay, de mi, Llorona~" He hadn't gotten that song out of his head since he watched the movie. He knew the song well given it's history. It felt almost fitting to hum it right now. Nearly poetic.

"You have a lovely voice." Lance would never admit to having squealed like a pig at the sudden voice. He peeked out from the shower, hair slicked back with shampoo "Oh heh-hey? " he questioned though he knew the voice very well by now. There stood Keith in all his glory, well in his boxers. Keith smiled more with his brow then his lips "Mind if I join you?" Lance had to think about that showers were his time alone. He narrowed his eyes looking Keith up and down "Mmm I dunno Keith. This is a no mullet's allowed shower." he teased earning a rubber duck being thrown at him. " Hey! this isn't a goddamn arms race. Take it back fall out boy."

"I should kill you again just for that reference. Specially for getting the line wrong." Keith said and then proceeded to strip and join anyway while Lance was rubbing his head from the stupid duck. When he looked back at the other he noticed that despite It being a very large stand alone shower, Keith purposely backed Lance into the wall. " Hi" Keith purred a grin plastered on his devilish face. "H-hi" Lance squeaked out, eyes wide at the sudden body against his. He tried to distract Keith from whatever he was thinking " Y-you know there are like four other bathrooms in this cabin right? all with their own dedicated water heaters. All huge, heated floors really spa like experiences you could enjoy hours of-" He trailed off, after last night he shouldn't be so shy about sharing a hot shower together. The water was boiling his skin yet he barely felt it. The scorching heat from Keith's intense eyes were burning him from the inside. God,Did he always look like that? Fuck, Lance wanted to kiss him with every fiber of his being. Keith,of course, had to beat him to the punch. Pulling Lance's hair and dragging their lips together adding a hum of satisfaction to the mix. "We should really talk f-first, " Lance gasped trying to have a conversation before things got out of ignored him, nibbling at his ear "Before, oh god goooood, before-before we do anything else."

"Why should we talk now? I think it's time to make sure every inch of you is cleaned up."

" I..I. Ok. You know what? Ok." Lance wouldn't of been able to stop himself from kissing back but he did make the smart move of switching their positions. He now had Keith pinned to the wall, his legs wrapped around Lance's were both lucky they hadn't slipped yet. Lance then declared "But it's my turn to take you Mullet man." Keith groaned grinding his erection against Lance's "Only if you promise never to call me that during sex."

" No deal." He hastily shut Keith up grabbing those black locks, wrenching Keith's head back biting hard into the pale skin, leaving his own red bites. They showed up all the better there.

Lance took immense pleasure hearing each little sound Keith made as they rushed into this. He quickly found Keith's ass with his hands, spreading and kneading it. "Hurry" Keith begged him, nails buried into his back. Lance did just that. It was rough, hard. It hurt them both yet neither stopped. Lance thrusted in, hard grip keeping them steady in the water. It felt amazing, Keith felt wonderful. He couldn't breath anything but Keith. Their kiss more ravenous and biting then tender or loving. He knew his lip was bleeding from Keith's sharp canines, but he didn't care. He loved it. He loved this. This thrill. He hasn't felt honestly alive in so long. He switched their positions in a split second, slamming Keith's front against the wall. No longer having to carry his weight Lance sped up causing Keith to scream out.

"Fuck! Lance! It's,ah, So G-good!"

"Keith." Lance whispered as he kissed into Keith's neck, free hand moving to rub Keith's dick. "So fuck-king good Keith, so good for me." Lance gasped from how Keith tightened around him. They held hands as they came, a gentle gesture neither noticed. Both too preoccupied with gaining back their air. The steam filled everything in the stall, it didn't hinder their ability to see each other. Nor stop the sweet kiss they gave each other before separating. Keith was the first to break the silence, though neither needed to. "Good thing you have dedicated water heaters." It was a teasing line. Lance laughed a bit at it while nodding. "Makes clean up easier. Honestly it's a miracle we didn't slip." Well only slightly a miracle, Lance purpose got the best shower he could that would make slipping less likely.. Well the guy said impossible but lance was accident prone. He chuckled again at his own mind. Nothing says accident prone then being immortal and somehow getting targeted by two serial killers.

When they finally got out and dressed themselves , Keith borrowing some of Lance clothes since his and Shiro's were still in the car, They found Shiro was no longer in bed and there was the tell tale smell of food coming from downstairs. "Oh are you in for a treat. Shiro's the best cook."

"Yeah? I think I got a few years on him." Lance smirked avoiding Keith's swat and heading ahead down stairs. There he found Shiro cooking in one of his many aprons, the one that said 'may I suggest the sausage' with an arrow pointing down, that he got at a yard sale probably 40 years ago now. It looked damn good on him too. " Now that's just unfair. You don't get to look that good in an apron! Specially an apron that says that!" He complained taking a seat at his breakfast nook. A smiling Shiro just shook his head "It's your apron. And Good morning to you." He had a glint in his eye that told Lance he knew what they did this morning. Lance so eloquently ignored the look before firing back " I own 247 aprons. I know. I counted. Several of which are perfectly void of words and would fit you better and yet, you chose that one. You chose that one,Shiro. What does that say about you?"

A pause. Shiro just looked at him for a moment nearly forgetting he was cooking before saying "Did. Did you really just pull out a perfect austrian accent to freud me? I'm honestly too impressed to be mad….Want scrambled eggs,bacon, and waffles?" Lance nodded and licked his lips at the full plate that Shiro put in front of him. A bite and he moaned out pretending to melt into the table "Oh god this is sooooooooooooooooo great." food was always better when someone else made it for you. Lance trained as a chef in every sub-field for several years each and he can tell you. Nothing beats someone making you food and you tasting how much they care in it. He only barely noticed the fond look Shiro gave him. Lance blushed and looked away eating his food. Keith came down then, Lance spared him a glance that said 'what took you so long?' but didn't receive a reply as Keith just went straight to Shiro giving him a kiss on his cheek, grabbing a plate and sitting next to Lance. "Strawberries on your waffle? Nice."

"He'll never admit it but Keith is a Strawberry fiend." Shiro happily announced as he made his own plate and joined them. " Lies and slander." Keith stated shoveling the food in his face. Lance laughed tossing his head back, crumbs getting everywhere. " ew gross keep it on your side!" Shouted Keith scooting his chair closer to Shiro. It all felt very domesticated in that moment. Lance watched the two, his own eating slowed down. He almost felt like he was watching through a tv screen. Shiro and Keith moved in sync in a way that took years to perfect. If you didn't know their darker side you wouldn't think they were anything then the best of friends and lovers. They brightened up just being near each other and made each other's eyes light up with each topic. Lance...well Lance was going to be just a passing figure in their life.

It was the same thought that made him leave everyone he's loved in the past. He wouldn't age with them. Wouldn't grow with them but they would always leave him changed and for the better. He remembered everyone he ever loved all the way back to his first love who cursed him to be like this. Not the first time he's ever wished for the curse to be ended and certainly not the last. He finds himself wondering where this was going to go. Lance had never been in a relationship where his partners knew he was immortal. That he wouldn't die. It took away their fear of him leaving them well mostly he thinks they'd probably still be worried about him running away which he could do it'd be easier on him in the long run. He isn't sure if he could handle it and he barely knows these two. Sure he's already learned how they eat, how they sleep, how they interact with him when not trying to kill him, how they interact with each other. He wasn't sure. He's never sure. He watched as the two kiss lovingly over something they said, he didn't hear, and he wonders if he should if he was strong enough to try this.

His food forgotten now as his mind took him on this journey. Lance pictured their life, getting to know them and going on dates. He pictured them dancing with him and playing games. He pictured birthdays and holidays s

inging merry tunes or pranking each other with spooks. Seeing it clear as day in his mind's eye. Shiro and him running with dogs in the morning drinking coffee and trying to see who got home first. Keith hogging the couch and Lance laying on top of him stating "you're part of the couch now mullet man" Lance couldn't predict if what he imagined would be true but god. God in heaven he wanted it to be true more than anything. He needed it to be. Just once he wanted to be happy for a full life time not just a couple years before moving on again or worrying about being experimented on. Lance just felt so lonely and he knew it but didn't know how bad it was til he sat at a table only 2 feet away from people yet felt millions of miles away. Reach out and touch them and watch them fade to dust like everything else he's known. They got farther away the more he stared. Black seemed to creep into his vision like going backwords into a tunnel.

"Lance?"

It was slipping away. Too fast. Too much.

"Lance, you ok?"

Falling. Ashes everywhere. Burning. Can't breath.

"I think he's having a panic attack Shiro!"

It hurts with every breath. Losing air. Suffocating. HELP.

"Lance come back to us! Talk to us. Tell us where you are. Tell us about you. Come on Kitten you can do it."

Soothing. Anchor. He latched on with a gasped " Im at my cabin" his voice quivers " at 1249 Blue Lion lane. M-my name is Lance Mcclain.. Birthday..fuck when's my birthday.."

"It's ok. It's ok" Shiro's voice, rubbing his back. When did he get on the floor? "My birthday...July 28th... I'm in my kitchen. I'm..i'm ok. I'm ok. I'm..i am. Ok." Lance breathing got steadier as he leaned into Keith's touch. "Sorry." he hadn't had a panic attack in a very, very long time. He was still trembling but luckily they helped him to his feet. " Thank you guys.. How did you learn to handle panic attacks?"

"We both have them from time to time." Their answer let him know now wasn't the time to have this talk. He let it go thinking it wasn't the best either. Lance looked at his food " I'm sorry I can't finish. I don't think I could eat right now."

"That's ok." Keith said grabbing the plates. " I think we're all finished anyway. I'll clean up. You two go relax." He left no room to debate as he started cleaning the mess they left behind. Shiro took the opportunity to guide Lance to the living room and sit on the couch. "Do you want to watch anything?" he asked still rubbing Lance's back. Lance nodded "turn on hulu, lets watch community." He needed something light hearted right now. "..." he looked up at shiro who found the remote and was doing just that. "We still need to talk about us.." he said it but he wasn't sure if he could say it any louder than a whisper. Unlucky for him Shiro seemed to have super hearing as the man looked at him and gave a soft smile. " We will. Why not just enjoy this right now?" the show was put on the television. Shiro pressed himself into Lance cuddling him, and soon ,a only slightly damp from cleaning, Keith joined them.

Lance could do this. He could enjoy the moment. The day had only just begun they had time to sort through everything. Hell if there was one thing Lance had in abundance it was time. He looked at his phone shooting replies to his friends back in the city before putting it away and snuggling closer into Shiro's chest. "Thank you guys." Was all he said before letting himself get into the show.


Waking up on the couch is not how he expect to wake up, nor did he except the sun to be hitting him in the face. He groaned and tried to turn away only to find a big block of Keith in his way. "Heavy" he groaned pushing on the man until he shuffled in his sleep. He noticed that Shiro once again pulled a disappearing act on them. Lance walked around his cabin trying to find him before looking outside. There in full shirtless glory was Shiro, said shirt tossed over his shoulder. Bags left on the front porch caught Lance's eyes next. Looked full of stuff but he didn't touch them he went back to leaning over the rail of his porch and shamelessly drooling over Shiro's body. The man was ripped and currently working on a very nice looking race car. "that's how they caught up with me so fast." he pondered and hissed as Shiro leaned over to do something he didn't know all he knew was " DAMN that ass was made by the gods themselves."

Lance, gracefully as always, did not realise he said that outloud causing Shiro to jump and hit his head on the propped up roof of the car. " Shit Sorry!" he yelled rushing down to help him. "Shit. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. Just a bump. Didn't expect you to wake up so soon. It's only been maybe 15 minutes since I came out here to move the car and check it." Shiro just rubbed his head before backing up and shutting the hood. "Everything good at least so don't gotta worry about it. Can't be too careful with machines like this you know?' Lance nodded he did know " yeah i remember how much maintenance they can take." He remembered when cars first showed up and then the racing scene. Man he kinda missed the early days of no speed limits. Though he didn't miss his first car accident… He wasn't going down that train of thought. " I have to go water the garden." he just remembered he HAD a garden but an excuse to keep shiro outside and shirtless? He'll take it. "Want to join me?"

"Show me the way" Was all Shiro said and they headed around the side where a small but plentiful fruit garden was. Melons, strawberries, grapes, you name it lance had a small place for it in his garden with a beautiful water fall, man made, that also lead into a pool just next to the garden. Shiro whistled at the sight "You really do have a mini paradise here? I see why this is where you ran to." Lance laughed " yeah it's my own slice of heaven. One of my favourite homes."

"How many homes do you have?"

"I...hmm I have never counted but atleast one maybe two in every state. A couple in other countries. I still technically own the land my families farm use to be on it's one of my major sources of money since a large as F company has a factory on it and i refused to sell so they rent it. I own stock for the company too so that helps."

"400 years is a long time to make money. How rich are you?"

"Richer then anyone alive i suppose.I mean the only people who would rival me are the ones whose family has built up fortune over time but I've had several jobs. Been a rock star even. Have several different names and accounts as well as priceless heirlooms. A couple years ago i went on a big spending spree of buying museum artifacts and returning them to their origin countries. So i might be down several millions from that. I highly doubt i'd be able to run out anytime soon if i'm honest. I give a lot of it away just cause i don't need it. " Lance tried to help but sometimes it was hard not to be apathetic and often times the charities he thought were doing good just took the money for themselves so he had to really look into what he donated to. He often gave millions to orphanages and homeless shelters and paid his taxes for all his aliases on time. Honestly He was probably single handedly keeping a lot of this world together. That's a funny thought. "If you need money I don't mind giving it." since they were on the topic he figured he'd offer. At this point he knew that Shiro wasn't someone who would only be with him for his money.

"No no. Thanks though but me and Keith make plenty to keep our heads above the water."

Speaking of water, Lance turned on the hose and begun to spray his plants. It had to be around maybe 3 in the afternoon and it was very hot. He knows why Shiro took his shirt off now. He'd only been outside for a couple minutes now and he was beginning to sweat. " Ok well Consider it a standing offer should you need it." Shiro nodded, taking a seat in one of the lounge chairs. Lance didn't even deny himself the pleasure of watching him stretch and get comfy on the chair. Sweat making those muscle shine. He had to stop only cause he didn't wanna drown his tomatoes. He may have been a bit hurried in his watering after that though because he turned off the hose and took off his own shirt to keep from drenching it.

Shiro was just relaxing, eyes closed and enjoying the sun bathing. Lance looked at him and then the pool. Lance made the very appropriate decision then to strip to his boxers, carefully put his clothes with his phone and etc in them on the other chair and then jump into the pool. It felt fan-fucking-tastic to dip into the cool water. It also helped him rid him of any residual grogginess he had from the nap earlier. He looked at Shiro who had turned at the noise and smiled " Join me!" he yelled waving the other towards the pool.

"I think i'm good" chuckled Shiro laying back down, his eyes still looking at Lance every once in a while.

"Your loss. " Lance said in a singsong voice with an edge of mischief. He swam to the other side of the pool where a basket of water toys were, cause no matter how old he was these never got old. He pulled out a water pistol. Small but direct just what he needed. And donned some goggle to make underwater warfare easier. Then he began his attack, swimming back and waiting for the right moment. Got to build up suspense after all. He played innocent, swimming, floating, even humming for a bit til he noticed Shiro was once again not looking at him just completely absorbed in his sunbathing. That was the time. He aimed careful, acting as if it were a real gun in his hand, and fired!

"FUCK!" Shiro cursed falling from the chair, knocking it over in the process. Lance had hit dead center between the eyes. Now he sat half submerged only his eyes peeking out, suppressing giggles as he watched an angry but amused Shiro glaring at him. "Oh you want to play this game do you?" Shiro said running toward the pool giving lance only a second to get out of the way before cannonballing sending a wave out of the pool and Lance to catch himself as he laughed more ,trying not to breath in water. " omg Shiro!" Lance didn't stop laughing holding onto the edge of the pool when Shiro came up to him. " Hold your breath" was the only warning he got before he was lifted and slammed back into the water. Lance let himself float as low as he could go using his goggles to swim around Shiro, getting behind him before popping out of the water and dunking the man in return.

They both came back up laughing and snorting water out like fools. After the moment had settled Shiro looked at Lance softly, eyes hooded with a smile. " Lance." he gathered the man's attention before giving him a small kiss. A loving kiss. Lance wrapped his arms around Shiro, kissing him in return. He felt safe in those arms as Shiro returned the embrace. He was happy.