In his rush, Lance ended up smacking into the door when he tried to answer it. Groaning, he threw it open and gasped
"Hey," Dravla, of course, it had to be Dravla, stood on the other side. His smile fell when Lance growled angrily at him. "D...Did I stop by at a bad time?"
Despite being pissed they were interrupted Lance quickly catches him, "No! Um-HEY! Hey there- Hey Dravla- my favorite Coeihn," Lance declared breathlessly, covering himself and his little… issue between his legs the best he could "How are you?! Are you good?" he leaned against the door with a nervous grin.
"I'm your favorite Coeihn?" he asks in surprise, "I am honored."
"Yeah….hahahah," the laugh went a little too long and it died off into an awkward silence
"Um… Well then, I am well. How are you? I hope you were not too injured from the attack,"
"Nope! I'm good. Yup Yup! Perfect. Peachy."
"Alright then? Well, I have come here with an invitation for Keith and you. I thought this might be the perfect way to-" Dravla paused, "Why are you so sweaty?" he questions him
"...Doing jumping jacks."
"I do not know what that is-" Inhaling through his nose, Dravla froze. He backs up suddenly as if the two terrified him. "No…" Thinking they had somehow broken the Coeihn from how unmoving he was, Keith waved his hand in front of his face.
"Uh- hello?"
"Dravla? You there, buddy?" Lance inquired.
Dravla screamed, "I'm so sorry!"
Startling both of the paladins they ask, "What?"
"Please do not tell Tellru! I didn't mean to! If I knew you were acquiring each other I would not have interrupted, I swear! She will kill me if she learns that I stopped you!"
"Acquiring- AHHHHH!" Lance covered his ears, going red when he understood what Dravla meant. "No! We were 't- that was just- No!" he panicked, "We were j-just-"
Keith was puzzled, naive as ever, "What?"
"We were just kissing! We weren't having sex!"
"WHAT?!" Keith ran Dravla's words back over his head, "NO! We weren't doing that! We- I mean- we might have been going to-"
Lance turns to him in in shock, "Keith, shut up!"
"But we were!"
"Or maybe we wouldn't have gone all the way!" Lance countered, red in the face
"Did you not want to go all the way?!"
"Of course I did! But it is important not to move too fast- AH! WHY ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THIS WHILE DRAVLA IS STILL HERE?!"
"I can go~!?" He offered awkwardly, backing up towards the door
"No, it's fine! It's too late and the mood is ruined," Lance points to him, taking a second to just breath and compose himself, "Just, what did you want anyway, Dravla?" He sighs.
He clears his throat, "Ah yes, I was actually here to invite you to a well loved Coeihn tradition!"
"Tradition?"
"With every victory- we celebrate with a delightful party~" he wiggled his fingers. "That attack hit the people hard- I think everyone needs something to help brighten their spirits,"
"So a party?" Lance inquires
"Yes sir," Dravla grinned, "You boys interested?"
"Hell yeah I am," Lance grins. This was just what he needed, honestly. Something fun to get him out of the apartment. Plus, it would be interesting to see how Coeihns party. "When is it?"
"Tonight. Actually, if you said yes, I was going to take you to get ready for it. Tellru wants you to try her special outfit or something. She added a little surprise to them I guess."
"Okay cool! Let me go get dressed-" Lance pauses. Then, not even sure how he forgot about something so important, he recalls a few days before. "Oh wait!" He gasps, turning and booking it towards their hamper. Since it had been a few days since they went out, they hadn't had a need to wear their outside clothes and have just been strutting around in their pajamas.
He had almost forgotten about it. Keith and the fear of never getting off this planet had been the biggest thing on his mind lately, so he spaced on a crucial detail.
"Keith, you won't believe what I found the other day," pulling the blade from its holster, he held it high, "Tada~!"
Keith almost doubles over, "H-How did you get that?!" He stammered, running over. Taking it in his hands, he exhaled shakily, smiling in relief
"During the bomb attack. It was just kind of out in the open- or maybe the spot was Rashra's house?" he wasn't going to add what happened after he grabbed the knife though. That wouldn't have ended well if he informed Keith, the already protective hot head, that he fell because he tried to get the knife. Definitely a bad idea to do that.
"I did hear that Rashra's house had been destroyed," Dravla noted, "Well hey, congratulations. I would keep that hidden though in case Rashra tries to take it again,"
"Will do. We can keep it here," Lance agrees, throwing on some clothes. "So we're heading to your house to get dressed?"
"Actually, Tellru had this weird… plan? She wanted your outfits to be a surprise to each other, so Tellru told me to come pick you up and she would meet Keith here with his outfit."
"Huh? What is that about?" Lance tilts his head
Dravla shrugs, "I dunno."
"So Tellru will come get Keith?" Lance asks
"Yup. Let's go," Dravla motions for him to follow.
"Wait-" Keith grabbed Lance's wrist. Surprised, Lance glanced back at him.
"What?"
Keith hesitated, slowly pulling his hand away, "I'm doing it again…" he realizes. "You'll be fine…." he says more to himself than anyone else. He stands in a way that is tense, jaw set and shoulders stiff.
His gaze was dark in a way that Lance still couldn't fully get used to seeing. It was a thrill, something that glowed in him- that he could make that expression appear.
That this possessive side was for Lance, and no one else, and more than anything, it made him... well, it made him want Keith.
Was that strange?
He had wanted people before; small crushes, on and off crushes, little things he liked more about people that others.
None of it compared to the way he wanted Keith. He couldn't help but let it swell in his chest how much he wanted him, or how stupid he was for him.
With this sense of power, he took Keith's hand, "See you in a little bit," he kissed the knuckles of Keith's palm. His gaze in turn went wide as Lance stepped forward to wrap an arm around his shoulder. Tugging the red paladin closer, he leaned forward to whisper, "I hope that later we can continue where we left off…"
"Oh… o-of course," Keith gasped.
With a kiss to his cheek, Lance chuckles and steps back, "Bye bye~" without another word he followed Dravla out of the apartment and down the hall. Through the trip back to Dravla's house Lance and him shared some small talk. It was a little awkward honestly with how destroyed the town seemed to be, but Dravla barely bats an eye at this.
Lance assumed it was from being in this war with the Travek's for so long, that Dravla most likely grew up to this, and it was like any normal Tuesday to him. The thought was almost sad...
When they got there, Ruru greeted them excitedly, already carrying Lance's shirt around. "Lala!"
"I get to wear Tellru's fancy clothes," Lance gushes, taking it from her. He pauses to examine it, "Oohhhh. She really put some effort into these! I-" Lance cut off. The symbol that decorated the front of the vest had been recently added, but there was no mistaking what is what. "T...This?" He points to him shakily.
"She was inspired by that armor you wore when you first got here. Since Keith and you both wore it she assumed it was important to you," Dravla smiles. Lance runs his fingers over the design and nods.
"It is…" it was their symbol. Voltron and the team's. Looking at it made his heart ache but to see Tellru put so much into something she knew was important to him made him so happy. "I love it."
"I'm glad, and she'll be happy to hear that. Now hurry up and get dressed," Dravla says, tossing him the rest of the attire
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When they arrived at the party, Lance was tapping at his face. "Is the face paint necessary?"
"I thought it was a nice touch," Dravla huffs. "Us Coeihns show our markings off with pride, you know."
"And those are cool, but I'm not really a Coeihn," Lance glances at himself in the mirror, noting just how similar his markings were to Dravla's. "Why red, anyway?" he frowns at the color choice for the face paint.
"I thought it was poetic."
"What in the world does that mean?'
"You'll see,"
Sighing, he says, "Fine, whatever. Nice party." Lance's back felt cold as he walked and he reached back to touch it. Finding he came straight into contact with his own skin, he frowned, "Is this an open back outfit?"
'Yes."
He smirks, "Bet I look sexy,"
"...Does that mean good?" Dravla asked.
"Hell yeah!"
"Oh then- yes?"
Lance grins to himself as they strut into the lively building and admires how the party seemed to be both energetic yet fancy? Like a crazy ball.
"You see Keith anywhere?"
"Not yet," Dravla looks over the crowd, "But they are most likely on their way."
"So what is Ruru doing tonight if Tellru and we are all out?"
"She is being watched by one of the older children in the neighborhood."
"Oh cool," Lance pauses to put a hand on his stomach when it growls.
"Hungry?" Dravla inquired.
"Yeah,"
"We'll let's grab some grub," he motions to the food tables lining the side of the room.
"I can eat the stuff here?"
"Only the stuff on the white tables," Dravla instructs
"Okay? Why only the white tables?" he points to it.
"Well-," Dravla pauses, "There are two different tables of food here tonight. The purple table and the white table- just take my advice and don't eat anything from the purple table."
"Will do," Lance shrugs, eyeing the purple table curiously. Ignoring it, for now, he looks over the white table and plucks up some of the deserts off it. Wait till Keith got there- that guy had such a sweet tooth.
Munching down on the grub, starving for something to eat, he stuffs his face.
"Oh, I see them. They have just arrived-" Dravla announced, gushing at his equivalent, "Is she not the most beautiful creature you have ever seen?"
"Probably," Lance refuses to turn away from the table and continues to stuff his face. He wondered what kind of outfit Keith was wearing…
Dravla pursed his lips, "Keith is here too,"
Lance swallows, "What is he wearing?"
"Why don't you just turn around and look for yourself?"
"I'm mentally preparing myself. But could you describe him to me? It would help settle my nerves."
"Why would you be nervous?"
"Cause I may not be able to keep my hands off him…" Lance admits in a tiny voice
"Ooh~?" Dravla chuckles, "Well okay-" he clears his throat, listing Keith's traits off slowly, "Well to start, he is wearing white."
"...Andddddd?"
"Well, I'll start from the top. His hair is pulled back a little in a ponytail,"
"Criminal," Lance gasped, "Go on."
"He took off that undergear thing you both always wear but changed it with one of the pure's white shirts. It is pretty similar to your undershirt honestly. Then, his is wearing a vest with red engravings… uh- I don't know how to describe engravings. They are swirly? With pants. Black pants. They are skin tight if you were curious."
"I am very curious." Lance confirms
"Well they are." Dravla tries not to snicker. He raises his hand to wave at Tellru when she spots him. Since Lance wasn't looking, he didn't notice the way Keith was soaking in the back of his form, eyeing his back almost hungrily.
Lance tapped his fingers on the table nervously, "I don't think I can do this,"
"You'll be fine," Dravla assures him, "Here they come,"
Mentally preparing himself for the battle to come, Lance shakes his shoulders a bit. Like pulling off a band-aid, he turned on his heel just as Keith got close enough to greet him.
Startled at Lance's sudden turn, he faltered for but a moment before saying, "Hey." he sounds awkward, and he realizes it too, his lips pulling into a thin line.
Lance waves back, "Hey…" he can't help but draw his eyes up and down, taking in everything Keith had to offer him. Dravla had been spot on in his description, and Keith's outfit seemed to match's Lance's a lot, just varying colors.
"Some party, huh?" Lance started to understand what Dravla meant with 'Poetic" when Keith peeks at him from under his bangs, blue markings of face paint covering his cheeks.
To Lance, blue looked too good on Keith for it to be legal.
"Yeah," Keith agrees. He pauses, and clears his throat. A silence falls between them.
Dravla looks back and forth at them for at least 10 seconds, waiting for them to say more before he tilts his head back and groans dramatically, "Okay, yeah no. Not that it's not a jump in the pond talking with you both but- this is our song~" Dravla took Tellru's hand. She chuckled and they started towards the other dancing Coeihns.
Lance watched them go, grateful for the chance to be alone with Keith, but dreading it all the same. "So uh…" what exactly were they suppose to do here? What kinds of things did Coeihns normally do at parties? Dancing seemed to be a thing, and snacking at the tables- but what else?
Scratching at his head, unsure, he glances cautiously to Keith. He has stepped back at this point, leaning against the table behind him and staring at his feet.
Lance had never seen Keith with his hair up before, so this sight was a very new experience for him. It was so shocking how well Keith pulled off the look.
He dare call it almost unfair how amazing he looked, if Lance had to be honest.
"You cheater…" he grumbles to himself as he stepped closer to Keith. Not expecting the approach, Keith leaned back a few inches, eye's wide.
"W-What?" he stammered. Lance's eyes trailed down his body, pressing as close and pushing up his glasses.
"Dravla told me about what you were wearing and I just- I wanted to see for myself." his hand found its way to Keith's shoulder, flattening out the strap there. He hummed approvingly, "Nice vest,"
Keith averted his gaze, quietly mumbling, "Thanks," The blush is too prominent to miss.
"It suits you. And with your hair up-" He sneaks the chance to take Keith's hand into his own.
"Tellru suggested it." Keith explains softly, eyes wide and searching
"That woman is a genius,"
Keith is nervously playing with Lance's hand, stammering a compliment "Red uh- it looks nice on you."
"You mean the markings?" Lance almost reaches up to touch them. Keith nods.
"We match." he pauses, "I feel as though Dravla and Tellru purposively did that."
"I have no doubt," Lance agrees with a chuckle.
The two of them pause when Dravla spins by with Tellru, smiling at them.
"Don't be afraid to join us!" Dravla called from the dance floor, almost like he was calling out a challenge.
"I don't dance," Keith calls back
Lance is suddenly singing, "I know you can~"
Startled, Keith blinks a few times. Not sure where that came from he mutters, "Not a chance."
Lance throws his head back to laugh hysterically, continuing to sing, "If I can do this-" he spun, "Well, you can do that!"
"...What are you doing?"
"You ever see high school musical?' Lance inquired because he was totally one of those kids that saw all three at least 5 times.
"No."
"Ah, then the joke is ruined for you," Lance shook his head, disappointed. He holds his hand out to Keith then, "Come dance with me."
"No."
Lance whined, "Why not?"
"I don't like to dance,"
"But you would be dancing with me. It really isn't that hard," Lance says.
"Says you."
"Says me, so trust me," Lance held out his hand, "I'll teach you."
"You are partially blind."
"I could dance with my eyes closed even before I went blind, you know,"
"Oh," he looks away, "I still won't."
"Keith."
He huffed, scowling at the paladin before him, "What?"
Lance leaned in, his lips brushing Keith's ear, "Dance with me,"
Like Lance had just cast some magic spell, Keith's spine straightened, his cheeks flushed, and he nodded numbly.
Taking Lance's hand he followed him to the center of the dance floor, almost angry with himself to how easily his resolve cracked from Lance's word.
It was too late to go back though, and he was forced to stand in the crowds of Coeihns and dance.
Keith stood awkwardly, not sure how to really move his body. He had never been one for dancing in the first place and he couldn't recall ever even attempting to dance with another person before.
Lance, on the other hand, was a natural, rolling his hips and moving in ways that Keith couldn't help but gawk at.
"It isn't that hard, Keith," Lance insists, spinning to point at him. "C'mere," taking Keith's hands and holding them at a distance he moves their arms slowly, getting Keith into a rhythm. He follows eventually, frowning at their feet. "Just have fun with it, Keith!"
"I don't have fun when I'm dancing!" he grumbled.
"Blasphemy! Spin!" Lance wrapped both his arms around Keith's waist, lifted him, and spun him around. Keith yelled in surprise."
"Lance!" when he was dropped back to the floor, Keith hit him.
"Your face was so funny!" Lance cackled.
Keith glared, "Oh yeah?" he reached for Lance. With a tight grip on his hips, he lifts the startled blue paladin up into the air.
The smirk he gave him pissed Lance off.
"Do I even weigh anything to you?" Lance demanded when Keith didn't seem to lose any stamina to the action.
"Like a kitten," he admits, squeezing Lance's hips.
Sweet Parlog, Lance would never admit how hot that was. "Shut up," he wiggled out of the hold and back to the ground. Dancing for a few more minutes, he eventually got Keith to copy a little dance move of his. Lance felt like a proud parent.
"You aren't that bad," he cheers "We could make a dancer out of you yet,"
"No thanks," Keith cringed,
"It is an important skill to learn." Lance insists, "You can use it in all sorts of situations- as well as charm your way through parties~" he waggled his eyebrows up and down. Keith snorted.
"I don't go to parties,"
"I figured, but your charm would still improve."
"Like I could trust you when it comes to charm," Keith teases. Lance fakes a gasp.
"What does that mean? I am the best at charming."
"Is that so?"
"I can charm anyone here with my mad dancing skills,"
"Sure," Keith rolls his eyes.
"It's true-" there was a pause between them. Realizing Lance suddenly got hesitant, Keith lifted his eyebrow
"What?"
"I'll show you my signature move," the tempo they had entered was forced to a change when Lance reached for Keith. Wrapping his arms around his waist, he turned Keith too suddenly, pressing his knee between his thighs.
Gasping in surprise Keith bumped into Lance's chest, not expecting them to stand still. Before he can shift his feet to balance himself, Lance leaned towards him.
"Wait-" Keith clung to Lance's shoulders when the blue paladin dipped him.
Tilting his chin, the room falls away when a pair of lips slides against his own.
Keith has never gotten so lost in a kiss before, despite having shared every previous one with the paladin cradling him. It was mind blowing for reasons he couldn't fathom and then, the space between them explodes and Lance parts their lips.
Keith tastes him and he realizes he's been starving.
With his heart missing beats, puttering in some strange rhythm in his chest, he couldn't think. Back and forth his thoughts went until he felt light headed. It was almost cruel in the fact that his hands couldn't seem to bring Lance close enough towards him.
Pulling away with a succulent pop of their mouths, Keith gasps for air.
"S-So…" Lance buried his face into his shoulder as he lifted him back up, "Did I take your breath away?"
Keith bites his lip; trembling at just how easily Lance had done just that. Taking a moment to assure his voice wouldn't waver, he says, "You kiss everyone when you dance with them?"
"No. This was the first time I added a kiss to that move."
Someone cue the violins and animate the furniture, Keith felt like had stumbled into some fairy tale because there was just no way that this Cuban boy was real. It couldn't be possible that they were sharing this moment- this wonderful moment.
"Well, it wasn't bad," they share a small and timid peck of a kiss before moving back into the dancing flow they had a moment before.
It felt more… intimate, when Lance tugged Keith a little closer, his hand trailing to his waist. Hand in hand, they spun the great span of the ballroom, dark eyes locked with each other.
Keith hadn't even realized his other arm had been hanging loosely in the air, too caught up in Lance's proximity.
When Lance whispered, "You can hold on to me, Keith," He flushed and nodded, his hand slowly lifting to Lance's shoulder, hesitantly gripping it.
With their chests pressed firmly against each other, Keith felt light headed. The entire room was spinning, blurred in his vision except for Lance. He was clear. He was beautiful. He was intoxicating.
It made him feel hypersensitive to the sound of his breathing ghosting against his ear. It filled him with this urge to just- touch. It sounded weird, but that was how it was. He just wanted to feel everything he could about Lance. His biceps, his shoulders, his back-
Lance shivered below his fingers tips when Keith's heated hand slides over the open slip of his shirt and straight to his back.
No one should look this tempting, Keith concluded. It simply wasn't fair.
He caressed the scapula of this beautiful Cuban boy, sliding his hand down the very curve of his spine. When Lance inhaled sharply at his touch, Keith pressed a kiss to the side of his face.
"You're uh… you're getting a little handsy there, Keith," he whispers in a weak voice like he's forgotten how to breath.
"So were you, a few hours ago," Keith countered
Lance chuckled, timid and small, "You got me there.." he whined when Keith dips his fingers below his shirt again, not expecting himself to react so much to other's touch.
Keith was enjoying this more than he should, watching his own hands with glee as they slide along Lance's prominent spine and broad shoulders- his hips would be the death of him.
"You got some weird liking towards my back,' Lance notes, his voice quivering.
"It is a nice back… very defined spine," he trails his thumb up it. "Though, I don't really…" he cuts off."
"W-What?" Lance inquired weakly.
Keith is hesitant, lifting his gaze to eye the room carefully, "Everyone can see you this way," he explains. "They can see your back."
"Is that a problem?"
"Kind of," he shrugs slightly, "I don't know how to explain it…" he presses his face into Lance's neck, sucking on the skin below his ear. Lance makes a strangled noise, almost stepping away.
"W-We're in public," he stammered. Keith was very pleased with that thought. He liked the idea of everyone seeing this- of knowing that Lance was his.
How strange. He hated others seeing Lance's body, but he had no problem showing it off it was shown as something that belonged to him.
This has to be what Lance was talking about, no doubt. Lance wasn't his. He didn't own Lance.
Nothing too exciting had really happened between them yet anyway, but… b-but he couldn't help but truly believe that Lance was his and his alone. Of course, that might not have been the same for Lance, but something deep inside him was happy with this.
Content with sharing this with only Lance.
"I'm not doing anything." he says innocently, "You could just consider this a back massage,"
"Keith," Lance says, his body shaking. "Seriously…"
Keith's breath comes out ragged, something hot and dangerous boiling in his stomach, "I can't help it."
Lance nods and murmurs into his ears, "Listen… w-we gotta stop, before things take a turn south. We are going to stand here like this for a few more seconds, no touching, no kissing- you don't get to smirk, and I will resist the urge to fondle your chest."
"And then what?" Keith inquires quietly.
"Then we're going to step away, calm down, get something to eat, talk to Coeihns- do anything to waist this next hour- and then we can go back to the apartment and you can do whatever you want to me while I touch every single inch of you. Deal?"
Keith nods, his heart pounding with excitement, "You read my mind," Pressing their foreheads together, their musky breathing mixing together messily. Swaying gently from side to side, simply breathing and staring, they slowly, painfully tear away.
They turn to go opposite ways despite both of their minds screaming at them to just find the closest closet and have their fun there.
But Lance wanted this to be special. He didn't want any of this to just be some fling in some dirty closet. He wanted Keith to enjoy it- to feel how much Lance loved him from it.
But oh, he couldn't wait to get back.
Wasting an hour sounded easier said then done at this point.
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Dravla shook his head, munching furiously on the small tray of food he had acquired from the white table, ("I don't get it,") he spoke his native tongue.
("Neither do I,") Tellru sighed, ("But you get why this is frustrating, right?")
("Completely. They are just- do they not seem like equivalents?")
Tellru nodded, ("Of course they seem like equivalents, it is frustrating because they aren't!")
Dravla nodded, ("I know! They were just groping each other on the dance floor! How are they able to do that here but not in the bedroom?") He gasped, ("We should just lock them in their bedroom. They'll do it eventually. It could be like trying to potty train a Froas'tlac,")
("Dravla, no. They aren't pets,")
("It could be so easy!")
("It could be…") She hit him, ("But you had to interrupt them this morning!") Tellru had been so pissed to learn this, because Dravla hated keeping secret from her.
("I'm sorry! I had no idea they were doing anything,") he insisted. ("I won't next time… if there is even a next time with how slow these two are,")
("Perhaps that is just how their cultures works. Maybe it normal kind of banter to never truly reveal how you feel about the one you love?")
"(That sounds horrible,") Dravla frowns.
("It does,") she pauses, ("But, look how much they have improved since they have first arrived. I'm positive it won't take long for them to come together,")
("Hopefully,") Dravla agrees. Looking down at his empty plate, Dravla goes to retrieve some more. From time to time he would see Lance off and about, eyeing Keith from across the room. Keith was doing the same.
Dravla pondered if it was perhaps some strange courting ritual between humans to purposively keep a distance, but never fully take your eyes off your partner? It must have been…
Either way, Dravla paid them little mind and talk to the other guards, discussing their victory and what they were going to do to quicken the reconstruction of the wall. While they had closed up the spots for now, those holes weren't sturdy enough to last forever.
By the end of the day, Dravla was having a splendid night… Until a certain fella by the name of Keith sauntered over to him with a plate of all too familiar looking food in his hands.
He was already eating one, his expression blank, 'Hey Dravla."
Dravla couldn't believe his eyes at what he was consuming, "You uh-" he tried to hold back a laugh, "Do you know what you're eating?"Keith pauses to give him a little look, then glances down at his food. Then he shrugs like the naive little alien boy he was.
Keith pauses to give him a little look, then glances down at his food. Then he shrugs like the naive little alien boy he was.
Dravla shook his head, "Well, I hope you planned on having a fun time tonight,"
"..." Keith frowns, "What do you mean?"
"Answer me a question- are you planning on becoming Lance's equivalent tonight?"
Keith blushed, giving him an angry huff, "Wha- no!" he pauses, "I-I dunno…" he looks away, "Maybe- it's none of your business!" he corrects himself quickly.
Dravla claps, "Aww, look at the progress you have made. Bravo Keith. I'm glad you have finally accepted your long term attraction and love for our dear blue champion and will finally become his Equivalent,"
"Shut up, Dravla!" Keith snaps, red in the face. "Whether I become one or not is private!"
"Well, can you blame me after seeing you eat that?" he motions to the plate of food.
"...Huh? What does this have to do with anything?"
"I can't believe you just ate them…" Dravla was shaking, laughter bubbling up from his stomach.
Keith didn't understand, "What do you mean?"
"Well did you get those off the white table or the purple table?" Dravla asked
"Does it matter?"
"Oh yeah,"
"The purple table,"
Dravla cringed, "Ooh, not good if you were planning on going to sleep tonight,"
Keith spit out the desert in his mouth, having already eaten three- "What do you mean? What is this?"
"A uh- oh, what do you call it in your language?" Dravla sighs, "It's like a drug."
"A drug?!" He demanded, "Why would you just leave that stuff lying around?!"
"Because one, most people don't mind if they eat it even if by accident and two, it is usually common knowledge that the white tables mean pure and a calm night and purple means fun time," he waggled his eye brows
Keith almost threw up- which might actually be a good thing to try at this point, "Don't do that. What does this drug do? "He was ready to gag up whatever this was.
"Kicks your sex drive into gear,"
Keith slams his fingers into his throat to hit his gag reflex, several Coeihns stare at him, kind of disturbed at the display
"Uh… Keith? What are you doing?" Lance approached them from across the room
"Need to… throw up… immediately-" he gagged struggling to upchuck
"Why?" Lance has a plate in his hands. Keith slaps it away, "Hey! Those were mine!" He whined
"What table did you get those from?! Did you eat any already?!"
"No jeez- what is wrong with you?"
"What table did you get those from?"
"The white one- like Dravla said to do,"
"Oh, so Tellru just forgot to tell Keith." Dravla notes. He frowns suspiciously, "Or she purposively withheld the information- but Tellru wouldn't do that… probably."
"Well what's the big deal if he ate from the purple table?" Lance asks.
"It affects you- makes you horny," Dravla snorts.
"So then this stuff is a drug?!" Lance frowned, looking a little off put "That is good to know before I ate them- Oh my god, you ate them!" he realizes half way through the sentence and points to Keith.
"No duh!"
"Oh my god-" Lance covered his mouth
"Don't say it," Keith gasped through his flushed face
"You roofied yourself… you actually roofied yourself! How do you even do that?!"
"Shut up!"
"Hey," Tellru approaches them, "What is with all the screaming over here,"
"Keith ate from the purple table, accidentally," Dravla explains to her. Tellru makes a face and looks at him.
"...Really?" she frowns.
"You didn't tell me about the tables!"
She pauses, "Oh… Oh yes, I didn't. I completely forgot. I was honestly just very excited to get you here to see Lance and you together. You look adorable in the outfits I made."
"Tellru, not the point right now," Lance says.
"Or, right. You had a single desert?" Tellru inquires, pulling a examine light from her bag and shinning it in Keith's eyes.
"I had three," He mumbles, looking ready to fall over.
"Well, it should be fine, I suppose. It shouldn't affect you that badly- you'll just feel a little dizzy."
"You sure?" Dravla inquired, "I mean- he isn't a Coeihn, and his body structure is a lot smaller than ours. While one dosage of something may not do much for us… for someone like him-" he trailed off.
Tellru bit her thumb, "You have a point, treasure. We should get you back to your apartment for now, just in case things get worse,"
"Worse?" Lance didn't like the sound of that.
"In case he- you know- in case he needs to relieve himself," Dravla snorted.
"Stop making fun of him."
'He is the one who ate them!" Dravla insists.
"And I am the one who should have warned him. This is my fault. Let's just get him back to your apartment for now," Tellru nudges them out the door.
Lance eyes Keith carefully as they walk to the Kever station. He didn't seem different, but through time, he noticed Keith's movements growing slugging. He couldn't even seem able to walk up the Kever steps without slipping a little.
"Whoa- hey," Lance caught Keith when he fell backwards.
Blinking blearily he says, "S-Sorry. Just got dizzy is all…"
"Come on," Lance helped him up the steps, "Let's get you back to the apartment,"
The entire Kever ride, Lance stared at Keith. He seemed fine for the most part, but his breathing was getting weird. His hold on Lance's hand tightened from time to time, and when his palm got sweaty, he pulled away.
"Are we… there yet?" he whispered breathlessly.
"Almost," Tellru sniffed the air then covered her nose, "Oh yeah, it is definitely starting to take affect,"
Dravla whistled, "Jeez Keith- take a chill pill,"
'W-What?" he stammered, hugging himself, trying to quell how his body was shaking despite how hot he felt.
"We should hurry," when the Kever arrived, they practically ran back to the apartment, stopping right at the steps. "Okay-" Tellru lifted her palm and pressed it to Keith's forehead, taking his temperature. She frowns and glances at Dravla, who shares her worried glance "We should go," Tellru tells them, scanning over Keith, concerned, "This will pass in a few hours… hopefully," she honestly couldn't tell how this was going to play out considering Keith was smaller and of a different species then them, "Just make sure to drink water and don't try to fight it too much or it'll just end up hurting- okay?" she says in a worried motherly tone. "Just push through,"
"What- what are we supposed to do?"
"You don't need to do anything." Tellru tells him. "Keith just needs to- you know."
"What?"
Dravla cuts in, "He's got to pleasure himself~"
Tellru hits his chest a little when Lance and Keith stepped back, eye's wide, "What?!"
"It'll be fine," Tellru says, turning to leave.
"W-whoa whoa wait! You can't just leave us!" Lance squeaked.
"Your room is right up the steps and down the hall, you'll be fine. If you really need us you can send a message to our house using that box right there-" she motions to it. "Just say our name into the speaker and it'll send it right over."
"B-But- he is- we can't share a room with how he is right now!" Lance insists.
Tellru purses her lips, "It takes two to tango, Lance. As long as you keep your own self control, if you can do that, you should be fine."
"Do you even know what tango is?" he frowns.
"Not really- but I think I heard you mention it once," she shrugs. "But the point still stands… though I don't see why I have to tell you this. You are equivalents, after all," she smirks, "If things go in that direction then it should be fine, right?"
With a blush, Lance tries to hit her, "Tellru!"
"Have a nice night~" Dravla cackled.
And thus they were left alone, standing in the dark in front of their apartment. Unable to look Keith in the eye, Lance clears his throat. "...We should go inside."
"Yeah."
Walking a little bit to his left, they took the steps at a painfully slow pace. Keith was gasping for air, his legs shaky and his body covered in a light coating of sweat. He was flushed from his chest to his ears, gaze wavering.
Halfway to the room, Keith started to fall over and Lance put a hand out, panicking, "Keith?"
Keith groaned when Lance caught him. It was… sensual.
Throwing his hands up and stepping back, Keith lifted his hands to cover his mouth, eyes startled and watery. "I... I didn't mean-" he books his down the rest of the hall, scrambling to grab his key. Lance followed after, hovering at a distance. When Keith finally managed to open the door, the two stumbled in.
"I'm going to bed," Keith doesn't go to the bed and instead moves over to the couch. Lance watches him, concerned and flustered
"You can have the bed," Lance tries to insist.
"I would prefer the couch."
"O-Okay… s-shouldn't you-?" he wants to say what Dravla said to do, but just suggesting that sounded embarrassing. "G'night."
"Night," he slurred, plopping down and curling into himself. Lance had nothing else to do but go to bed as well, so he kicked off his shoes.
Throwing off his vest and shirt, he changed into his tank top, watching as Keith quietly did the same on the couch.
At the party, they had discussed doing… something, tonight. Lance wasn't sure how far they would have gone, but something was definitely in motion. Now though- it didn't feel right.
It made him feel sick at the idea of trying to do anything with Keith tonight with the possibility of some drug being shared between them.
So he laid down and tried to sleep. Keith would be fine. It was only 3 deserts after all.
Dravla talked like that was nothing to a Coeihn so Keith would probably be okay if he could fall asleep.
But Keith didn't fall asleep.
Keith was huffing, quiet groans and whimpers slipping from time to time. This went on for 45 minutes before Lance finally sat up,
"Seriously Keith this- it isn't going to go away so- just go to the bathroom."
"I'm… fine.."
"You are not you roofied fool," he sighs.
"Lance, I told you I'm fine."
'You are not!'
"Yes I am!"
"Keith just go!"
"I don't need to, I'm fine-"
"Keith!" he roared, "Go into the bathroom right now!" he hadn't meant to yell like he did, but it seemed enough to finally convince Keith to get up and trudge over to it.
He just hoped that this would pass.
An hour ticked by and Keith hadn't come out yet. Not like Lance expected this to end quickly, but he thought Keith would at least come out for water or something.
"..." Lance purses his lips, trying not to listen, but still found himself straining his ears to hear any noise all the same. Keith was… well it was obvious to what he was trying to do in there…
Slowly getting up from the bed, Lance tip toed to the kitchen, grabbed some water, and brought it to the bathroom door. He gave it a few nervous taps. "K-Keith? You okay in there? I brought you some water."
Pressing his ear to the door, he could hear Keith breathing- gasping and wet.
Then, he heard a thud.
It was heavy, like the sound of a body falling onto the floor.
"Keith?!" He slammed his fist against the door. Roofied or not this drug was alien- just because it affected the Coeihns one-way didn't mean it would be the same for Keith! "Keith open the door!
There was no reply. "Keith!? Keith hold on!" he stepped back and lifted his foot. Kicking out a few times with all his might he eventually wore the door down enough to fly open, splintering the edge of it.
He rushed in, horrified to find Keith sprawled out across the ground. "Keith!" he slides to his side, grabbing his shoulders and turning him over carefully. "Keith? Keith can you hear me?"
Eyes blearily blinked up at him, "I can't move…" he whispered out hoarsely. His face contorted into pain, tears prickling his eyes.
Lance wondered just how long Keith had been standing here, frozen in place before he fell over. He hadn't even managed to take off his pants, so probably a while.
"Keith? Oh god…" knowing he had to get Keith somewhere more comfortable and get help, he tucked Keith into his arms and lifted him up.
Managing to pull Keith back to the bed, hating how limp he felt, he placed him onto the sheets. He made a grab for the glass of water on the bedside table and brought it to Keith's lips. Barely able to lift his own head, Keith drank slowly, gulping until the entire glass was gone.
"Hot…" he says, "It's so hot…" he squirms, breathing too ragged and concerning. "I feel like… I'm dying," he turned, and rolled into himself.
"Hold on," Lance pleaded, "J-Just- just hold on okay?" he had to get help. He should go get Tellru and Dravla. "I'll get help," he tells Keith.
The hand on his wrist weakly tightened. Keith looked at him with wide and frightened eyes, "Where are you going?" he croaked.
"I'm only leaving for a second," Lance promised him, his voice trembling too much to sound like his own, "I'm going to go get Tellru and Dravla,"
Keith's breathing quickens, eyes shifting in a small panic, "Don't go…"
"Keith."
"Please. Don't go." the tear that slides down his face was horrifying to Lance. He reached forward to brush it away.
He didn't want to leave- especially not after this- but he had to. He didn't know what to do. Keith was in pain right now! He needed a doctor!
"I'm going to be right back," he kissed Keith's temple. "I promise. Wait for me. Okay? Can you do that Keith? Huh?"
Keith took a few heavy breaths before nodding, "O-Okay,' he agreed weakly.
"That's it." he praised him. Adjusting his pillow, he squeezed Keith's hand and ran out. Stumbling down the blurry hallway he ran outside. It was hard to maneuver around in the dark but he eventually located the box Tellru had mentioned before.
Grabbing it, he lifted the receiver and called Tellru and Dravla's name into the box.
Connecting
A second later, Tellru's voice came through the other end.
"Hello?"
"Tellru! I don't know- he isn't getting better! He looks horrible and he is in pain!" Lance yelled into the phone
"Lance? Oh no…" Tellru did her best to calm the poor boy, "Calm yourself Lance, it will okay." she pauses, "Has he tried masturbating?"
Lance fumbled, "I-I think?" god this was awkward, "He went into the bathroom to try but then he collapsed. He can't move- Tellru, what do I do?"
"He need to get the drug out of his system,' Tellru concludes, "The only way to do that at this point is masturbation- releasing the drug."
"He can't!" Lance yells, "Tellru he can't-"
"Lance," a second voice sounds through the box.
"Dravla," he breaths out in relief.
"Okay- it is going to be okay. I'm not a doctor Lance, but I think I know what is happening here. It happened to a friend of mine once. If you do consume that drug, it is recommended you only have a limit of 10 pastries of it. Anymore than that and it can be considered a form of overdose- it will put your body into overdrive to the point where you can't even move. You need to remove the drug as fast as possible. As Tellru said, that is through your cum."
"...Awkward," Lance's voice is shaking.
"Yeah, awkward,"
"Boys," Tellru grumbles, "Back to the issue,"
"Right right,' Dravla agrees. "With Keith's case, you two are so much smaller than use that even just three of those things could probably get you to that point."
"Are you saying that Keith's life is- in danger?" Lance covered his mouth in horror.
Dravla sighs heavily, "More or less, yes. So you have to act fast. You are going to need to step up."
"...What are you saying?' Lance frowns.
"I'm saying that if it is affecting him so much that he can't move he is going to need something else to help him through this."
Lance's tongue felt thick, "And that involves what, exactly?" He asked cautiously
"You may not wish to hear this but… you might just have to… do the work for him." Dravla says slowly, tiptoeing around the subject as much as possible.
"I can't," Lance felt a buckle in his knees.
"This won't go away until he gets it out of his system, Lance," Tellru informs him. "I don't want to push you or him, that is the last thing I want, especially in the means of equivalency, but we are talking about Keith's health right now." there was a long pause, "Lance, he could die," Her tone is serious and lance knows they aren't kidding. This wasn't some ploy to get them in bed together- it was something that could severely harm Keith if it wasn't taken care of.
"You don't have to have sex with him Lance. But if he can't masturbate, then he is going to need you to do it for him,"
Lance was sliding to the ground, blood pooling at his cheeks. At the same time- his heart was hammering with another feeling: fear. He had seen how much pain Keith was in.
He didn't ever want Keith to suffer.
He was going to die if Lance didn't help him.
"I…"
"Try your best. If nothing changes call us again and I'll fetch the doctor. Before you ask, he will tell you the same thing. Some form of pleasure is the only way to get rid of this, so either you manage to do it... or the doctor will find a way,"
Lance didn't want anyone touching Keith in that kind of way, "I'll do it,"
"Good lad- now get going."
With the call ending there, Lance couldn't even remember hanging up the phone and turning back to the apartment, but he had.
Lance was half way down the hall when a cry, piecing and desperate, called out for him. He scrambled back to their apartment and swung the door open. "KEITH?!"
Keith was where Lance had left him, curled into a tight ball and panting heavily. Lifting his head slowly, Keith reached for him desperately
"Lance… Lance!" he sobbed, pain lacing his voice.
Closing the door and locking it, Lance took quick long steps and lifted Keith into his arms, cradling him. "Shhh. Shh, I'm here. I told you I'd be back,"
Keith nuzzled into his shoulder, his body sticky with sweat and shaking horribly, "I-It's getting worse…"
"It is?" Lance whispers, "Oh… I'm so sorry Keith," he hugs him tighter. "Hey…" he says sweetly, hoping he didn't sound as nervous as he felt.
Keith tensed, his head lulling to one side to look at him. "Lance?" he croaked. He sounded so weak- so fragile.
"I'm here," he sat to Keith's side, reaching a hand up to press it to Keith's forehead. "I-" he sucked in a breath, "Jeez, you are burning up,"
"Did you get… Tellru?"
"I talked to her. She told me how to help you."
Keith's chest was heaving horribly, "...Yeah?"
"It's um-" Lance wasn't sure how to explain this. "This is going to sound weird but I'm going to have to- I mean I need to- if you are okay with- you need to cum."
Keith blinks once, then twice, not understanding.
"I need to … help… you." Lance drawls out.
"You have to what?" Keith's eyes widened.
"I-I know that is a tall order but- Keith this isn't healthy for you. S-Something like a form of overdoes. It could hurt you. It is hurting you," Lance grit his teeth, "You can't move."
Keith tried to in the moment, but he failed.
"So I have to- do it… for you?"
Keith's eyes flicker to Lance's hands, and he blushes, "You have to what?" he yelled a little louder.
"I don't want to force you." Lance's mind was flashing back to a year ago, at Garrison. At the party.
Oh god…
"I-I can't do this unless you give me the okay but- y-you're drugged Keith. What you say now might not be the same tomorrow and I don't want you to-" he choked up a little, "I don't want you to hate me for this."
Keith barely managed to shake his head a little, "I could never…"
"Never say never," Lance joked weakly. "B-But I… I want to help you Keith. We have to do this soon or else."
The pause between them was staggering, neither of them knowing what to say or do.
Eventually, Keith spoke, broken and ready, "Okay…"
"Are you sure?"
"I said okay," Keith says again.
"You have to mean it." Lance cupped his face, gentle and firm. Keith's gaze locked with his. "I need you to be okay with me doing this. Because someone has to if you can't and if it isn't me than… than I have to find someone who can. "
The red paladin tensed, looking horrified at the thought. "No."
'I thought that too- but I'm the only one here right now so… Keith. Will you let me- I want to help you. Will you let me touch you?"
Keith sucked in a little breath, startled, "I…" he whispered something. Lance leaned in a little better to hear, "I'm okay.. if it's you, I'm okay."
"...Okay… Okay," Lance nods a few times. Taking a moment to compose himself, he shifted their positions.
Gulping a little, torn between feeling aroused with this situation and caught in a clutching fear- he reached for Keith's pants. Sliding them off his waist, he looked up at Keith for any sign of discomfort. Keith stared at him with half lidded eyes. They wavered at his gaze, not sure whether to keep eye contact or look away.
"You okay?"
"Yeah…"
Lance's hand hovered above Keith's body, hesitant and trembling. "I just-" he didn't know if he should just go for it or give Keith a little time to mentally prepare.
He slowly reached down, placing his palm flat on Keith's thigh. Keith jumped a little at the content, sucking inward. Lance massaged the area gently, smoothing it over up and down, trying to be comforting.
"I Got'cha," he tells Keith rhythmically, "Just let me do the work- o-okay?"
"You sound… nervous…" Keith says through gritted teeth.
"Course I am…" He eyed the situation between Keith's legs. "I'm- this is intense."
Keith grips his shoulder, "Are you- if you don't want to, Lance-"
"No. No that isn't what I meant. I want to be the one to help you. I just-" he chuckles hysterically, "Forget it. It's nothing."
It was everything, actually. Garrison. The party. The punch. The stuff in the punch. That night.
The hatred.
He froze up when his fingers slipped below the waist band, "Y-You sure about this, Keith?"
What if Keith hated him?
"Dammit Lance just- please… just do it," Keith hide his face into his arm.
There was no going back from this.
"H-Here I go."
"Don't announce it…" Keith whimpered into his pillow
Knowing he would back down if he waited any longer, Lance tugged Keith's boxers down with one sharp tug.
Sweet Parlog…
-00000-
Almost an hour later, Keith was collapsing against Lance, gasping for air.
"Hey. Hey!" Lance threw his arms up to catch him. Barely managing, he lifted him up. "Keith?"
His chest heaved, face red and eye clouded- still caught in the haze of his orgasm. "L…" his hips twitch, "Lance,"
"Are you okay?"
After a few deep breaths, he nods meekly. "I'm… tired."
"We should get you cleaned up," Lance says."Oh uh-" Keith lazily looked down at himself. Completely nude below his torso he was sticky with both sweat and… other things.
"Oh uh-" Keith lazily looked down at himself. Completely nude below his torso he was sticky with both sweat and… other things.
Flushing, he looked away and nodded.
"Here-" Lance scoops Keith's legs up underneath him. Keith makes a small noise of protest but lands flush against Lance's chest without another word. Carrying him in a bridal style fashion, Lance pulled them both from the bed and towards the door. "You aren't in any pain, right?"
Keith barely managed to whisper, "I'm fine,"
They walk in silence to the bathing area. Lance had to peek in a few times to make sure no one was in. The entire complex was abandoned, everyone most likely out partying like they had been earlier. "Okay, hold on," he lowered Keith to a bench. Keith could barely sit up, his upper body lolling from side to side without Lance there to support him.
Stepping away to grab a towel and some spare clothes, Lance returns, scratching his head awkwardly, "So um… We should get you into the water. Can you stand?"
"No." Keith had attempted already. His legs refused to listen to him.
"Then I should- um…" he pointed to Keith's shirt. "Can I take that off?"
"Are you- after what we just did you ask that? You don't really need to get permission at this point," Keith looked away, embarrassed.
"Yes I do, dude. Consent is super important."
Forcing himself to meet Lance's gaze, Keith sighs and nods, "G-Go ahead."
Nimble hands grip the bottom of his shirt and lift it, delicately pulling it over Keith's head. "C'mere," Lance lifts him up, letting Keith cling to his shoulders.
Noting how Lance refused to look at him, especially since he was butt naked, Keith stared down at himself in dismay.
When they moved to the bath water, Lance started with Keith's hair of all things. Using a small pale he would have Keith tilt his head back and then pour water over it. He then lathered his hands with shampoo and ran his fingers over his scalp.
Keith had always let his hair grow out and when he did cut it he did it himself. So he never went to any saloon or barbers… no one had ever washed his hair for him since his dad passed away.
The sensation of Lance's fingers were foreign but not unpleasant. They skillfully curled and scraped against his skull, rubbing the shampoo in deep.
"You still with me, sweetheart?"
The thumping and skipping of his heart was something Keith hadn't been expecting with the nickname, but it was there. "I'm sleepy…"
Lance scratched his head a little, pulling the lose strands behind his ears. "Just gotta finish getting ya clean," he assures him, using his wrist to brush strands trails off water from getting into Keith's eyes.
It was a gentle moment.
Like the calm after some horrible storm.
Keith's body was naturally relaxing from Lance's touch, leaning his head back against the other's bare knee. He was so tired. He couldn't- he was falling asleep.
"Keith?"
"...Huh?" he slurs, his vision growing cloudy.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine,"
There is a long pause- one long enough for Keith to lose focus and slip towards slumber. Seconds before passing out, he thought he heard Lance ask a question.
"Do you hate me now?"
So, obviously you all noticed that there is cut between two scenes. If you wish to view the Nsfw/smut scene that ensued with these two, you can go to my archive of my own account. :) I'm so under about the ratings here on fanfiction -_- I don't know what is and is not allowed, but I know it is allowed on Ao. My user name is Smiles4volton there too and it is titles "Let me catch my breath (THE NSFW SIDE OF THE STORY)!
Also, if any of you want to see art work for this story, you can go to my Ao version of this fanfic- or go to my tumblr (Smiles4Voltron) XD :) I make artwork for each chapter so be sure to check it out!
Reviews:
Whazzat: Haha XD Maybe, maybe not~ Who knows. Maybe they'll both top and both bottom- maybe it just depends on the day~
Seamor: AHHHH Seamor! You sweet potato you! You are so sweet and thank you for gushing over my story! ;-; I'm gushing over you for gushing over my story! I'm so glad you like this story so much and it makes me so happy to hear that!
Guest: There would be hell to pay if Keith got hurt. Lance wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
AngiMK: Aww, thank you!
Phoenix51: I am such a tease! I'm sorry! XD (but also not sorry)
Pinkdoughnuts: Bwahahahahah XD I've gotten that throughout the entire last chapter. Everyone yelled at me for being a tease, and I'm sorry, but also not sorry! XD I couldn't help myself!
Ewink18: Oh my gosh thank you! XD I'm so sorry I got in the way of your Klance! They'll get there eventually! XD Promise! You'll see a lot more starting now! :D
ENDragneel: (first off, love you username. Love fairytail) I'm so glad you love Dravla! ;-; That makes me so happy. He be throwing his shoes left and right! XD
ammstar11: That was intense, yeah 0.0 And this chapter wasn't much better, honestly XD Who knows how Rashra knew about the blade (evil laughter)
Greencat42: Someone just had to knock on the door, didn't they? XD
Hidasnbabe530: Bwahahaha, I'm so mean XD But thank you so much! And Rashra does need to have some stabbage to his body going on. Just stab him once, or twice. We'd all be satisfied with that. XD
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