WARNING! THERE IS A NSFW SCENE AT SOME POINT IN THIS CHAPTER!
When Keith awoke, he was surprised to see Lance staring at him. He was resting his cheek on his hand, which was propped up by his elbow- his eyes filled with so much affection that Keith quietly pinched himself below the blankets to make sure he was actually awake.
"Morning sleepy head," Lance seems oddly chipper in the way he greets Keith, and it puts him on edge.
Lifting a hand to rub at his eyes, he asks, "What are you so happy about?"
Lance leans forward a little, his hand trailing up to brush back Keith's bangs, "Do you know you talk in your sleep sometimes?"
"What?"
"You mumble, probably when you are dreaming," Lance says in a matter-of-fact tone. "You talk about the weirdest things,"
Keith wasn't really following him and raised his eyebrow, "What kind of things?"
"Well, even when you sleep you are as stubborn as ever- kept saying "You aren't the boss of me" or "Don't tell me what to do'," Lance snickers. Then he draws still, eyes dark as he says, "Sometimes you even said my name,"
Keith sounded like the wind had been knocked out of him when he asks, "How many times did I say it?"
"Not that often,"
"But enough to catch your interest…?" Keith understands why he was in such a happy mood now.
The sly smile only confirms it, "Perhaps."
Heat flooded through Keith's face all the way to his hairline. To avoid this, he turned to hide his face into his pillow, "Kill me now,"
"You're adorable," Lance chuckles, "Hey. Hey, Keith," he nudges him a little.
"What?" he grumbles, refusing to look at him.
"When we get back to Earth… I want you to come meet my family,"
Keith lifts his head, startled, "Your family?"
"I think they would really like you,"
"Oh," fiddling with the blankets, he nods a little. Something about Lance wanting him to come meet his family made Keith feel happy... made him feel wanted, "Yeah, I'd like that,"
Lance chuckled, leaning into him to kiss the top of his head, "I'm gonna go take a quick bath," He informs him.
Turning over to watch him get off the bed, Keith sits up, "Want me to come with?"
"Nah," Lance tells him, "If you do, I might not remember to actually take a bath and clean myself,"
Keith is puzzled, not sure what he meant. "Huh?"
Lance smiles, "I'd get distracted,"
Keith spluttered at the implications behind that devastating statement, but Lance had gathered his clothes and was already heading for the door before he could think of a suitable reply.
Waiting for the door to click shut, Keith takes a moment to sit on the bed and think. This morning had felt… different.
They woke up just the same, Lance teasing him as always- but there was a difference in the feeling behind those words. Perhaps Keith was just imagining it but...it made his heart race.
Reaching down, Keith plucked the notes from below the nightstand. Scanning them over once again, he leaned back into the giant Red lion plushie, curling into himself into the softness of its fabric.
Yesterday had been by far the best night of his life.
How had Lance managed to even plan so much in such a short time? It was just-
He giggles to himself, rolling over in the bed.
Lance was charming, to say the least. More charming than Keith thought Lance could ever be.
Lifting his hand to his chest, Keith felt for the small Equivalent band that hung from his neck. Lance had changed the location of his band to his finger and was still wearing it that way into today.
Wondering if it was okay for him to do the same, Keith sat up and took the necklace off. Taking the band off the chain, he glanced around.
For some reason self-conscious that someone was watching, he quietly slipped the band over his ring finger.
Growing embarrassed at the location he quickly changed it to his index finger.
The sight of it made his heart flutter
Almost tempted to take it off, the weight of the ring feeling heavy, his heart wouldn't allow him too, so it stayed. Hoping to busy his mind, he got up to get some breakfast going.
Sauntering over to the kitchen, he pulled out some leftovers to reheat and stood in front of the fire, stirring it from time to time with a fork. The meal was half way done when the door slammed shut behind him.
"Keith!"
He barely managed to turn before Lance's voice breathed into his ear from behind. "Hey Keith~" Lance was enveloping him in a wet embrace.
"Lance!" Keith yells angrily as water started to soak into his shirt. Lance was thankfully wearing pants, but it was like he had stepped out of the bath, threw on said pants, and then went to hug him. Which is exactly what happened.
"Go dry off! You're soaked!"
"But I wanted to see you~" Lance cooed.
Keith attempted to swat at him with his fork, "The floor is wet now!" Feeling like some wet dog had just jumped at him, Keith tried to pull away. He could feel Lance's heated skin at his back the more the water soaked into his shirt. It was warm, but the notion of getting wet was still there, so he attempted to elbow him.
"Oh come on Keith,' Lance tightens his arms around his torso, slightly rubbing into him. Keith yelled.
"I'm trying to cook!"
Lance was giving him a pouty face, then says, "I just had to confirm something,"
"Confirm something?" Keith questions.
"Well, Tellru said it would take a few days for that side effect to wear off... and it's been a few days. So I wanted to see that if I turned you on by touching you." How Lance managed to say that without blushing, Keith would never know, "I'm soaking wet, hugging you, and you didn't get turned on, so~" he wiggled his eyebrows, "The effect must have worn off."
Keith's face burns brightly, feeling almost lightheaded. "Oh…" his anger had vanished as soon as it appeared, leaving him to awkwardly stand before the fire with Lance's soaking body pressed tightly to his.
From time to time, water from Lance's hair dripped onto Keith's neck, making him shiver. Unable to stand here fro much longer, Keith stammers, "U-Um… So, it wore off,"
"Must have,"
Keith didn't know what else to say. He knew what he wanted to say, but there was no way he could bring himself to speak it out loud- no way he could request that Lance and him…
"What are you cooking?" Lance whispers against the back of his neck.
"Breakfast," he replies weakly."
"That is very specific," Lance's hands wander ever so slightly, squeezing Keith's hips and brushing along his sides. When his thumb skims over his shirt, above one of his nipples, Keith almost gasps, his hand gripping tightly to his fork.
"Breakfast things… Um… E-Eggs."
Keith attempts to focus on the task ahead of him, definitely not loving the way Lance paid special attention to kissing the back of his neck, working his way down to the tender spot where Keith's neck met his shoulder. Lance scraped his teeth over the frantic beat of his pulse and revealed in the delicate shudder that shook Keith's body.
"I could go for some eggs," Then Lance's tongue slide against the shell of Keith's ear, and the red paladin groaned softly, falling against Lance and loving every second.
"Oh…" Lance suddenly stopped. Keith's eyes snapped open, eyeing Lance from over his shoulder.
"W-What?" he asked.
"You're hard…" Lance realizes. The set gaze was enough to get Keith to try and cover himself, embarrassed and unable to handle Lance staring at him so seriously.
Clicking his teeth a little, sounding spiteful to himself for not realizing, Lance stepped back. "Sorry, Keith, that was my bad. Guess the side effect hasn't fully worn off yet." he turned to collect his shirt.
Keith felt like his mental state was cracking, "What? N-No! You got it wrong! I'm not- this isn't from the drug or the side effects or-!" he shuffled after Lance in a flustered panic.
"Pretty sure it is," Lance sighs like he is disappointed.
"It's not, Lance! This is normal me!"
Lance gives him a patronizing look as he unfolds his shirt to put it on "You've never got hard over me kissing you or touching your chest before, Keith,"
Keith grabs his hands to stop him, "That's not- you don't know that!"
"I do know that because you haven't!"
"Who says I haven't?!" Keith roared in rage, cutting himself off and stepping back, startled at his own words. Lance had a similar expression, his shirt dropping from his grip and landing on the floor.
"W...What?" he asked weakly."I've-" Keith licked his dry lips, his mind racing too fast to stop him. He had to make Lance understand though. He didn't want there to be any understanding about this. He wanted Lance. He had to know that, "I've gotten hard over you… even before the drugs…." he shudders, "From just looking at you or w-wet dreams…"
"I've-" Keith licked his dry lips, his mind racing too fast to stop him. He had to make Lance understand though. He didn't want there to be any misunderstanding about this. He wanted Lance. He had to know that, "I've gotten hard over you… even before the drugs…." he shudders, "From just looking at you or w-wet dreams…"
"Wet dreams?" Lance gawks at him,
Keith cut himself off, unable to comprehend the fact that he had admitted that out loud. "I- don't take that out of context…"
"Out of context?" Lance almost laughs, his cheeks red. "What could I possibly understand wrong about that?"
"S-Shut up!" Keith grumbles, "I just... " he lifts his hands, gripping Lance's shoulders. Knowing how embarrassing this would sound, he swallowed, eyes narrowed with determination, "Kiss me, Lance. I want..."
Lance was inching ever so closer, his breathing choppy, "You want?" he inquired. He moved closer to Keith, his face just inches away from the other. They stood motionless. Keith looked deep into Lance's eyes. He wasn't sure how he did, but Lance seemed to be able to tear away his barriers, leaving him vulnerable.
They stood motionless. Keith looked deep into Lance's eyes. He wasn't sure how he did, but Lance seemed to be able to tear away his barriers, leaving him vulnerable.
Keith looked deep into Lance's eyes. He wasn't sure how he did, but Lance seemed to be able to tear away his barriers that he has spent years building, leaving him more vulnerable than he had ever been before. "You," Keith murmurs earnestly.
"Then…" With his nose two inches away, Lance slightly tilted Keith face and looked at his lips. Keith turned his face at the opposite angle, welcoming Lance's mouth against his with vigor.
Feeling unable to get enough of the blue paladin, Keith's reached down, sliding his palms to Lance's hips and squeezing- a silent request. Lance was already jumping into his arms, straddling Keith's hips with his legs.
Securing his hands under Lance's knees, Keith stepped back. When his calves hit the couch he sits down.
Lance leveled his gaze on him—the intensity there whispering promises Keith couldn't fathom—and he shivered.
Taking the red paladin's face into his hands, Lance brought them back together for a searing kiss.
Melting into it, Keith hands hovered along Lance's body, not quite sure what was okay and not okay to touch. He waited to Lance to initiate the first contact, feeling his hands grip his shoulders, lifting his shirt ever so slightly.
"It's okay…" Lance assures him through the kiss, taking on of Keith's hand and putting it to his chest. Pausing to admire the warmth of the skin below him, Keith leans forward, attaching his mouth to Lance's collarbone.
When he groans, Keith slides his palm over Lance's hip. Tugging him closer, they both gasped when Lance's inner thighs brushed against the smooth fabric of Keith's shorts
Lance wiggles at the sensation, his chest heaving for air, "Y-Your…" Lance wasn't sure how to describe how confident Keith had gotten since a few days before. It was like a switch had been flipped inside his head, making it hard for Lance to keep up with him.
Keith's smirk is small and enticing, and he grinds up into Lance with little hesitation.
Lance arches his back with a gasp. Loving the sound, Keith's eyes trailed down to Lance's pants, eyeing them hungrily. He wanted them off, and was about to suggest they slide them off of the blue paladin's lovely hips when there was a knock on the door.
Keith pulled away with a hiss, "Come on," he growled in frustration. Lance, smug as ever, grinned impishly into Keith's neck, sucking till the skin turned purple.
"Impatient are we?" he licks at the spot.
Panting a little, Keith looks away, "I've been waiting for days,"
Lance sat up a little, gripping the back of Keith's head. Lowering himself, he husks into the red paladin's ear, "I would like to continue this later," he bit his earlobe.
Keith wasn't sure he could wait for later. But he nodded frantically, hating having to watch Lance pull himself from the couch and over to the door.
In less than a second, he becomes mesmerized by the sight of Lance's shapely backside. It was incredible. Keith felt perverted at how his mind wandered, and had to sit on his hands to stop himself from reaching out... to stop himself from pulling Lance back, running his hands down past his waist line to his asss, knowing if he did he would spank it, bite it, worship it- hell, he would defile it till Lance screamed his names to the heavens.
Keith bit his lower lip and looked down at his knees.
He really was impatient. "If it is Dravla again, I will murder him!" Keith calls the warning
"Hey there!' Lance placed on his best and most innocent smile as he opened the door, instantly recognizing the Coeihn, "Well if it isn't Dravla,"
Keith screams in frustration behind him.
"... I'm gonna act like I didn't interrupt you to,' Dravla says stiffly, "And instead I'm just going to say hello and ask how you two are doing?"
"Good," Lance grins. "We were actually just about to head over to your house,"
"Ooh," Dravla says unbelievingly, looking from the shirtless Lance to the red-faced Keith along the couch. "Right then. Well, I'm here to give you this," he hands Lance a letter. "It's an update on the search for that tower blocking our communications. Not too much to see, but I thought you two would still like to see it."
"Oh," Lance takes it gratefully, "Thank you,"
Dravla nods, "We're working hard to locate," he assures them, "I want to help you two get back home as soon as possible,"
Touched, Lance smiles, "I appreciate that, Dravla," he tells him. Waving to him as he left, he closed the door and brought the letter to Keith for him to read. Letting him look it over as he threw on a shirt, the two of them readied for the day.
"Hey," Lance takes something from the closet, "Can you wear this today?"
Keith isn't sure what he means and approaches him, taking the all too familiar shirt from his hands, "This?" he pales,
"It's the shirt you got at the Equivalent festival, right?" Lance beams.
"Yeah..."
"Well I was still super blind then and didn't really get to appreciate you wearing it so..." he puckers his lips and widens his eyes for Keith in a pleading manner, "Please wear it today?"
Keith groans, shaking his head, "It's... embarrassing, Lance."
"Just today," Lance promises him. "We are just going to Tellru's house anyway. They've already seen you in it,"
Keith is tempted to say that it isn't them that Keith would be embarrassed by but lets it slide, agreeing reluctantly. tossing the shirt over his head, he gives Lance a small show of the shirt to satisfy him, "There," he grumbles,
Lance claps, grinning from ear to ear, "It looks good on you, Keith," he assures him.
Finishing their breakfast, sharing small smiles and bumping their feet against each other below the table, they left to head to Tellru and Dravla's house. .
As they walked, Keith almost choked when Lance's hand daringly slipped into his back pocket. Tensing for only a moment, forcing a glance in the blue paladin's direction, Keith held his breath for a short distance.
Lance said nothing about it so neither did he. But he could feel it. Lance's hand, with each step, limply pressed against his butt through his jeans, pressing closer when his pants tightened with a step, then giving some room when his pants loosened once more. It was a torturous walk, but Keith saw no reason why he couldn't do the same.
So he slowly slunk his own hand across the back of Lance's waist and into his pocket. With each movement, he could feel the curve of Lance's ass as it swayed from side to side. Holly hell it was-
"Plump," Lance notes out of nowhere. And then he squeezes.
Keith hits him when the motion pulled an indignant squeeze from his lips. "Lance!" he scolded.
"Couldn't help it! That was cute," Lance rubbed at his sore jaw.
Growling at him, Keith forces Lance's hand into his so he can't attempt to touch his butt again. Lance pouts a little, but entangles their fingers together nonetheless. After a short while, he lifts Keith's hand to his face, curious.
"Your band," he notes, motioning to Keith's finger. Keith had forgotten to return it to his necklace and almost pulls away; taking a moment to insure his voice wouldn't crack.
"What about it?"
"Nothing," Lance seems pleased, and gives Keith's hand a small kiss, "It looks good on you,"
"Oh…."
With a swing of their hands, they approached Tellru's house.
When did it become such a battle to walk to Tellru's house? Keith wasn't sure... But it was definitely becoming dangerous for his heart.
"Welcome boys," Tellru says with a warm smile.
'Hey!" lance waves, but cuts himself off when Tellru puts a finger to her lips to silence. "What?"
With a smile Tellru motion upward, "Ruru just fell asleep. She had so much fun this morning with her friends she came home and fell right asleep,""Aww," Lance smiles, "That is cute,"
"Aww," Lance smiles, "That is cute,"
"It is," Tellru gushes, "Well here, come in. I was just doing some sewing. Would you two like to join me?"
"You got me hooked after I made the doll for Keith," Lance admits to her, "I'll join ya,"
Keith shrugs, "I don't really know how to,"
"I could teach you," Tellru says, "It isn't that hard once you get the hang of it,"
With nothing better to do, Keith shrugs and follows Tellru to the table. Watching her place the essential materials in front of them, he pokes at them awkwardly.
"So you just made that Red doll out of… this?" Keith points to the fabric.
"Sure did," Lance grins proudly, "Tellru taught me how. She definitely helped out a lot with how little time we had." Lance perks up, "Hey, why don't we make Blue!" he suggests.
Keith nods, "You'll have to show me how."
"I gotcha covered,"
Tellru muses at the two, "Well, then we will require some of this fabric," She pulls out some blue and places it in front of them. "It is important to plan everything out before you begin, so you can get the measurements correct." Helping them work out how big they wanted the Blue doll to be, deciding to make it as big as the last one, Tellru paused to get them some snacks. "I just cut this fruit a little while ago. Help yourself to it," she placed it within the middle of the table and sat back down, lifting her needle.
Lance didn't hesitate to take a bite, munching on the fruit happily, "Yummy~"
"Alright Keith," Tellru sat down and began to explain the steps to him. Handing him strange looking scissors, she left him in charge of cutting the fabric.
Looking a little unsure, he nodded and attempted his best to make sure each slice of fabric matched the measurements Tellru and Lance required.
It was almost cute in Lance's eyes how seriously he seemed to take the task.
Chuckling at him, everyone paused when that strange small box began to ring in the kitchen. Assuming it was a Coeihns version of a phone, Lance watch as Tellru got up.
She rushed to the box and lifted the receiver, ("Yes?") she asked. A Coeihn voice filtered from the other end. Listening quietly, shock fell over Tellru's face. Nodding once and saying a few replies, she hung up and turned abruptly.""Everything okay?" Lance asked.
"Everything okay?" Lance asked.
"Yes," she nods, "The King has suddenly called another meeting. I believe it is possibly about the radio interference. Perhaps it has been located." Tellru tells them.
"That's great!" Lance grins.
"Yes," she smiles back. "But it calls for me to be there, so I must leave. Would you two mind staying here until I return to watch Ruru? She is still asleep,"
"Of course," Keith nods to her, "Good luck at your meeting."
"Thank you." she bows her head, rushing to grab her bag and run out the door. "I leave the house in your care till I return~"
"Will do~" Lance closes the door and rejoins Keith at the table.
He is very focused on his tasks, making sure to cut out each fabric as precise as he could. Lance watches him with a little smile, titling his head curiously at how distant Keith's eyes were.
"What are you thinking about?' lance inquires.
Keith pauses for a long time, then slowly says, "Your family. I'm wondering if they will actually like me like you said,"
"They'll love you,"
He smiles a little, "You can't know that for sure,"
"They are my family, of course, I know for sure." he was messing with Keith's hair, stylizing his bangs. Keith turned into him, head fitting perfectly into the crook of Lance's neck.
"...Yeah?"
"Yes," he kisses Keith's nose.
Scrunching his nose slightly, Keith scrubs at it with his finger, "Hey," he asks Lance.
"What?"
"What did that song mean? He inquired.
"Hmm?' Lance tilts his head.
"The one you sang to me yesterday. It was in Spanish, so I didn't understand anything you were saying,"
"Oh," Lance clears his throat, laughing nervously, "N-Nothing much…"
"Tell me," Keith smirks.
"Nope. No way,"
"Lance," he chuckles, "You sang it to me yesterday. What's the big deal of telling me the translation of it?"
"Because… because yesterday you didn't understand it so I had more confidence in it. It's embarrassing," he grumbles.
"Lance," Keith puts his hand over his, a quiet plea.
Lance makes a slightly whining noise, unable to go against Keith when he gets like this, "Okay. Okay fine, jeez," he grumbles. Taking a second to work up his nerves he says, "It's just this cute little song, okay?"
"What's the translation to English?"
"..." Taking a second to purse his lips, Lance opened his mouth and quietly began to sing the song once more. It felt more intimate, being this close together.
Lance's voice is barely above a whisper as he leans in a little closer to Keith, taking his hands into his "Te amo y más, de lo que puedes imaginar." He surprise him when he pulls the red paladin to his feet, wrapping his arm around his waist to sway them back and forth, "Te amo ademas como nunca nadie jamas lo hará. En esta canción, va mi corazón. Amor mas que amor es el nuestro y te lo vengo a dar. "
"What…?" Keith inquires, his eyes wide, stumbling to dance with him, "This isn't English, Lance," he pouts at him a little.
Lance's eyes twinkle a little and he takes that chance to spin Keith, dancing with him around the kitchen. "Te miro y más... y más y más te quiero mirar. Te amo y sabrás puro sentimiento y no hay nada más. Y sueño llegar a tu alma tocar. Amor mas que amor es el nuestro y te lo vengo a dar."
Keith chuckles, getting used to dancing. At least with Lance, that is. "This isn't English, Lance," he giggles into his shoulder. Lance chuckles back, spinning them in large circles.
"Ruego a Dios tenerte a mi lado y entonces poderte abrazar. Si no estás aquí algo falta, Yo por ti pelearé hasta el final."
"Lance," Keith tries to insist, despite his smile, "I'm serious. What's the translation? Lance-" he yelps when Lance dips him once, then twice. "Lance!" he cackles. He grips his shoulders to stop him, forcing himself to stand upright, looking Lance right in the eye. "Tell me what it means?" he huffs at him, breathless.
Lance smiles smugly, leaning down to boop his nose teasingly to Keith's, "Y sueño llegar a tu alma tocar. Amor mas que amor es el nuestro y te lo vengo a dar"
Just as Keith was about to have enough and was going to force Lance to tell him, the blue paladin decided to get dramatic about the show, and threw their arms up high. He began to spin them so fast that Keith felt his feet come off of the ground from time to time. "Lance!" he squawks at him.
"Te amo y ¡más! Haha! Te amo y sabrás que nadie como yo te amará. En esta canción yo veo quien soy. Amor mas que amor es el mío y lo siento," he is getting goofy now, tossing Keith from side to side, peppering his face with kisses and making the red paladin giggle, "Amor mas que amor es el tuyo y presiento. Amor mas que amor es el nuestro, si tu me…" he paused, leaning closer to Keith,
Keith struggles to find his breath. Then his breath was being stolen for an entirely different reason as Lance turned and covered his mouth with his own. Keith was weak to it, as he always was, and sighed dreamily. Wrapping his arms around Lance, letting his eyes fall shut as the blue paladin pressed against hi, Keith felt Lance's hands at his back and relaxed into the hold.
"Lo das." Lance whispers between them when they part. Caught in the haze of it, Keith blinks aimlessly as he is placed back on his feet.
"...Huh?" he inquires.
"That's what it means," Lance concludes. Keith takes only a second to gawk at him before he tries to smack him.
'You didn't translate that at all!"
Lance grins impishly, "Oh, did I forget to do that?" he asks innocently, "Oh well,"
"Lance," Keith attempts to grab him. Lance seems to expect this and side steps away from him, running around the table.
"Our fruit is getting cold," he reminds him.
"It's fruit! It was cold to begin with!" Keith yells.
"Ah! Shh shh, Ruru is sleeping, remember?" Lance grins. "Don't be so grumpy~"
"Grumpy-Mph!" Keith gags when Lance suddenly stuffs a piece of fruit into his mouth.
Huffing angrily, Keith munched on the fruit with an angry pout to Lance. Snickering at him, Lance reached for another.
Without thinking, he held the fruit out to Keith to hand feed him. Keith paused and looked at Lance like he wasn't quite sure what he meant.
Lance waited, watching as slow realization crossed Keith's features. Cautious, he leaned forward and opened his mouth. Instead of simply plucking the fruit off with his teeth, Lance's fingers slipped past his lips, and both of their eyes widened.
When Keith sucked the fruit off Lance retracted his slightly wet fingers. The two froze up for a long time, staring in silence. Slowly, Lance swallows, and shifts his eyes nervously.
"Want another?" he inquired weakly, his hand trembling
Keith nodded, just barely, his breathing choppy. Lance scooped up some fruit and this time, when his fingers found their way into Keith's mouth, Keith put his hand on Lance's wrist to hold him there.
Slurping up the fruit, he swallowed slowly, his dark eyes lifting to lock with Lance's.
"Holy hell..."
Lance grabbed his chin, ripped his fingers from Keith's mouth, and I kissed him. Hard. Keith opened his mouth without complaint, groaning against Lance's tongue.
Without breaking the kiss, the two rise from their chairs, stumbling out of the kitchen to find their way to the couch. It was almost inappropriate to be doing this in someone else's house, but Lance was positive he wouldn't be able to stop even if Dravla and Tellru came marching back in.
Keith was just... he smelled too good. He looked too good. His voice alone sent chills up Lance's spine. Everything about him was irresistible.
Plopping against the couch cushion, Keith crawled into Lance's lap with little grace, "Off." he tugs on Lance's shirt.
"A little commanding, aren't we?" Lance muses, sliding a hand up Keith's thigh and squeezing.
He threw his head back, sighing at the contact. "Are you complaining?"
"Never," they share a quick peck, "Just curious to where this burst of courage is coming from,"
"I'm not sure what you mean," he pauses.
"Well a couple days ago you were pretty oblivious to this stuff," Lance tells him.
"Was not," he huffed.
"Stretching," Lance made a scissoring motion with his hands to prove his point. Not expecting Keith to understand, he was very surprised when Keith blushed a looked away.
"I-I know what that is," he mumbled.
"You do? You definitely didn't a few days ago. How did you find out? Do they have how to' guides here?," Lance asked, legitly curious"
"No, Lance," Keith rolled his eyes, "...I asked Dravla about it."
Lance had to look away to wrap that around his brain. "You asked Dravla? And um- how did he react when you brought this up?" He can only fear at what Dravla possibly told him.
Keith shrugged, "He didn't mind explaining and got pretty into it. Dragged me to a school and everything. He was actually pretty good at making it so I understood."
"That's good… I think," Lance cackled. "How did that turn out though?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we aren't exactly the same species, Keith. I mean, I'm sure some things were the same- but they are aliens. Both males and females can give birth here. Obviously, they are not exactly like us humans."
Keith blinks once, then twice. Then he looks away, "That actually explains a lot. I didn't understand half of what he was talking about…."
"Oh my god," Lance starts to laugh. "I can't believe you actually went and asked someone though."
"I had to-you weren't explaining!"
"How am I supposed to just explain this?" he made the scissoring motion again. Keith swatted his hand away.
"Stop being dirty,"
"I'm just making scissor motions- you are the one making it dirty!" Lance grinned. "Snip snip," he pretended to cut Keith's hair.
"We both know scissors are not what you are thinking about," Keith tried to step off of Lance's lap
Lance reached out and snagged Keith around the waist. He yelled when Lance lifted him slightly, spinning them to sprawl Keith back against the couch.
They wrestled for a bit, Lance tickling Keith's sides to the point where he snorted. "Ah!" Lance cackled, 'You snort! That was cute."
"Shut up!" Keith rolled them over, hitting him with a pillow a few times. "I don't want someone with anger problems to call me cute!"
"Anger problems?! I'm the one with an anger problem?!""You punched a guy just because he touched my hair a little." Keith nods, kind of smug.
"You punched a guy just because he touched my hair a little." Keith nods, kind of smug.
"I would punch any guy or girl who did that," Lance made a little face.
"You would not,"
"Would to!"
"Would not!"
"You obviously don't understand, Keith. It is a complicated and strange feeling!" Lance says dramatically.
"Oh bull!" Keith cackles.
The two rolled against each other, laughing and jabbing at the other to get them to giggle. At one point, Keith managed to gain the upper hand, and flipped the two of them over, pinning Lance below him. "It's just hair, Lance," he says, out of breath but victorious
Lance grunts a little, the wind almost knocked out of him, "It's not just hair, it's your hair… it's…" his cheeks blossomed with red at Keith's wide stare, "F-Forget it…"
The laughter died as Keith's elbows rested themselves on both sides of Lance's head, propping himself up enough to loom over the blue paladin.
Breathing heavily, the two seemed caught in a trance- both too scared to react.
"I…" Keith's voice was gruff, "I get mad when someone else touches you too." he admits, "It is hard to explain but I want to be the only one…" When Keith's hand moved to brush his thumb over Lance's lower lip, he was startled when it quivered at his touch.
"Keith?" Lance asked sweetly.
Always weak to that little quiver, Keith kissed him. It was soft and innocent till Keith ran his tongue along Lance's bottom lip. Lance surged to meet him, knowing full well how worked up Keith had to be to deepen a kiss that way. He gripped the front of Keith's shirt moaning low in his throat on purpose and was pleased to feel Keith shiver against him.
However, Keith could feel Lance's hesitation as they kissed. He hands were frozen at his side, tightly gripping the couch below, as if he were afraid to touch Keith
"Lance," he pulled away, "This isn't- This is me right now." he promises him, "Not the side effect of some drug. This is how I seriously feel about you,"
Lance inhaled slowly, "You sure?"
"It's me," Keith nuzzles their noses, "I want you,"
"O...Okay… then- C'mere," wrapping his arms around Keith's neck he tugged him back in. "But you better be quiet." he motions with his hand upstairs, knowing Ruru was still asleep.
"Okay. Can I…" Keith tugged a little at the collar of his shirt. He didn't miss how Lance's pulse jumped through his skin at the request.
"Oh uh… G-Go ahead."
With barely a second of hesitation, Keith was reaching for the bottom of the shirt. Twirling the fabric between his fingers, he slowly pulled it up.
Keith felt a kick to his pulse as he began to peel it off Lance's body, revealing more and more skin with each second until Lance had to lift his arms up, giving Keith some aid in undressing him.
Keith has seen Lance shirtless plenty of times, but seeing the stretch of muscles as the shirt was removed was something else. The Coeihns were right- his skin was immaculate- smooth and well defined and just godly.
Tossing the shirt a little to the right, Keith swoons at Lance's bare shoulder. How could a shoulder look so delectable? It was criminal.
"Keith-" Lance's breath caught in his throat when Keith leaned in and openly sucked on his collar bone, nipping his way over it to his shoulder, licking the spot.
Jumping a little at the sensation, he bit his lip, entangling his hand into Keith's hair. How was he feeling so hot from Keith simply licking his shoulders? It should have felt gross or something honestly… but it was far from that.
"Lance," Keith's hand worked down his chest, palming around his flattened stomach. Lance didn't go against the action, feeling embarrassingly exposed with his bare chest. "It's smooth…" Keith ran a testing had down the center of it, circling his abdomen before resting against his hip.
"C-Course it is…" Gasping from time to time, he felt Keith's lips trailing downward- there was a lick on his nipple. Startled and not expecting him to get so bold, Lance inhaled sharply, tensing when Keith began to suck on it.
He had never really felt anything from his nipples getting touched but… oh god he did now. How was this even possible? Maybe it was just something only Keith was able to do?
"K-Kei-" he shivered violently. This was so new, it was sending him up the wall.
And he hadn't even done anything below his waist yet- god…
He tried his best to move his hands, running them up and down Keith's back to keep himself busy. He even dared a teasing squeeze to his ass- pleased when Keith shivered a little.
Placing a hickey or two more to Lance's neck, Keith ran his tongue along his torso, loving the sensation of Lance's skin.
Together, they rolled their hips into the others, both groaning.
Realizing how deep they were getting into this, they pulled away. "I-" Lance's lips were bruised, his cheeks red. Keith loved the sight but the swirling thoughts in his mind were freaking him out. What were they just about to do? He had never felt anything like that before.
"Lance…" Keith grinding into him again, insistently, "I want this…"
Lance chokes a little, nodding, "Me… Me too," they kissed, and Lance arched his back, "Ahh…" he tightened his grip on the couch when Keith reached for his pants. Twirling his finger around the zipper, he gave it a small tug.
Lance thought he heard a knock.
With a little popping noise, Keith removed his mouth from Lance's chest and lifted his head, eyes hazy.
There was another knock, louder.
…. They sucked in a breath of panic when their buzzing minds began to clear.
Why?
Why?!
WHO THE HELL WAS AT THE DOOR?!
No, Lance had an idea of who it was already. It was probably the same person who has interrupted them the last two times!
"Don't answer it," Lance frowns, "Dravla can wait,"
"I won't." they try to go back to kissing, but the knocking is insistent. Lance knew Dravla always forgot his key, so it made him almost want to pause to check on who it was because shouldn't Dravla also be at that meeting Tellru was talking about?
"Lance! Keith!" Dravla confirms his presence with a yell.
"Oh my god… go away," Lance groaned angrily. They got five seconds of silence, and Lance thinks that maybe he gives up. "Finally…" with a bite to Keith's lower lip, the red paladin thumbs open the button to his pant, enticing a lovely gasp from his lips.
"Keith…" he shivers.
Keith smirks, but it is short lived. A heavy pounding on the door cuts between them once again.
"Dravla-!" Lance attempts to yell.
"Boys! You better open this door right now!" However, it wasn't Dravla this time, it was Tellru. Lance faintly recalls seeing her key on the table, so she must have forgotten it too, "I"M COMING IN!"
"What?" they both lift their heads. Knowing she fully meant it, especially when her sword came slicing through the doorframe, they screamed
Keith leapt off the bed like a startled cat, flushed and breathing hard. As he ran a hand through his hair to make it look normal, Lance was scrambling to grab his shirt- almost impossible with his trembling fingers.
Just as he reaches for his pant, messily zipping it back up, the door flies open a second later and Tellru comes barreling in, Dravla close on her heels.
"We are sorry to bother you but we- there is news!" Dravla says, eyes flaring with rage.
"Yes! We are here to warn you both… that…" Tellru trailed off, her finger slowly pointing her still unsheathed sword at Keith. Narrowing her eyes suspiciously at the sight of his reddened cheeks and slightly sweating brow she gasped in horror and looked at Lance. Seeing how ruffled his clothes were and that his pants were slipping off his waist- since he was unable to zip it up fully before the door was opened, she suddenly punched Dravla.
"WHY?" he cried out.
"WE INTERUPTED THEM AGAIN!" she wailed of anguish.
Dravla leapt to his feet and clutches at his cheek, "No we didn't! They weren't-" he sniffed and screamed, "I DID IT AGAIN! I am so sorry! I do not mean to interrupt you when you are trying to acquire the other!"
"Shut up shut up!" Lance screamed, heart pounding.
"HEY WAIT!" Dravla roars, "THIS IS OUR HOUSE!"
The two paladins laugh nervously, "Was it?" Lance inquired innocently.
"Hadn't noticed," Keith agrees,
"And on our own couch, no less. You two have gone so far," Tellru sniffles, like that is the most touching thing she's ever heard of.
"On our couch, Tellru!' Dravla repeats the words to her, "OUR COUCH! We sit there!"
"Like we haven't done our own fair share there," Tellru scoffs, rolling her eyes.
Lance made a gagging sound, "Oh god... Oh gross." the thought that they had just been about to do... on a place Tellru and Dravla... "Everyone stop talking, I'm going to be sick," Lance pleaded with them, "J-Just- what was so important that you had to come slicing through your own door?"
The two went pale, sharing nervous glances. Not liking how serious their faces grew, Lance frowned.
"What?" he asked.
They were hesitant, and finally spoke, "You have been challenged,"
"What?" Lance felt cold, "Again? No thanks,"
"I'm afraid it isn't that simple anymore, Lance," Dravla says, his voice thick.
"What? What do you mean?"
"You can't say no to this challenge." Tellru agrees.
"Who says he can't? Who in the world is the challenger?" Keith frowned.
There was an uneasy pause before they spoke, "Rashra,"
"Rashra?" Keith growls.
Lance can already feel the bile pilling in the back of his throat.
"That weirdo?" he grumbles, "Didn't he already learn his lesson when I won my right for citizenship? I don't want to fight him,"
"A battle against the head of the guard is no small deal, Lance. Everyone will want to see this. They are preparing the arena for it!"
"The arena?" Lance paled. He hadn't had any intention of ever going back there again, "When is the fight?""In a days time,"
Tellru puts her sword away, "In a days time,"
"That's not long," Keith grumbles, "Why the hell does he want to challenge Lance?"
"Probably for the same reason everyone has challenged him," Dravla gave him a pointed look. "Rashra already attempted to make you his equivalent the first time you arrived anyway,"
"It's why I had to win within that first day," Lance nods, "How strong is Rashra?"
"He is titled head of the guard for a reason," Tellru sighed, "Most likely everyone in the entire Kingdom will be there."
"Everyone?" Lance gawks at her, "For just a challenge?"
"Can't he deny it like the last one?" Keith grumbles
"This one is different- it isn't just some citizen, Rashra's the head of the guard. His political position and government title will be put on the line when he challenges another,"
"Wait, what does that mean?" Lance asked
"It means that if he wins, he gets Keith and keeps his position, but if you win, you keep Keith and become head of the royal guard,"
"Wha- no! I don't wanna be head of the royal guard!" Lance gasps, horrified at both options. More so with the idea of Keith going to Rashra.
"You could easily pass the role to another if you got it, Lance," Dravla tells him.
"Well…" Lance attempts to think positive, "So what if he challenged me? The challenges don't seem that bad here." When Dravla gave him a look, Lance frowned, "Right…?"
"Lance, I don't think you understand how bad this is." He says, "Rashra didn't call for just a simple challenge. He requested the higher battle us Coeihns can go through. A blood fight."
"A blood fight?"
"Coeihns are a people of battle, but there are some fights that can't be settled with a simple spare. The blood fight is something that ends all ill will at the source. We don't have them often," Tellru sighs.
"What is it exactly?" Keith says, reaching for Lance, already dreading the answer.
"It will be a fight to the death- the winner decides if the other will live or die."
"What?!" they demand."Knowing Rashra, if he beats you- he will call for your execution… or simply kill you within the arena." Tellru said heavily.
"Knowing Rashra, if he beats you- he will call for your execution… or simply kill you within the arena." Tellru said heavily.
"That's bull shit!" Keith screamed
Lance had to reach out and snatch Keith's wrist when he rose in rage, "Keith," he insisted. He was scared enough as it was- he didn't need Keith blowing up right now.
Taking a second to look over his shoulder, Keith forces himself to calm down enough. "Why can't he say no?"
Tellru hesitates, "Well… he can,"
"I can?!" Lance felt relief with that, "Why did you say I could before then?"
"Because there is a consequence for denying the challenge- especially if it is one for the right for a pure. I knew you would disagree to the consequence and would accept the challenge," Tellru says.
"I would? What is the consequence."
"...If you don't accept Rashra's challenge they'll take Keith…"
"Excuse me?!" Lance was standing now, beside Keith, "Why?!"
"He won't be given to Rashra, but he'll be taken away from you too. You won't be allowed to see him."
"That's bull!" Keith roared, "What is with all these messed up rules?!"
Tellru and Dravla glance at each other, then shrug, "We don't… know," they admit, their culture too engrained into their minds to really question it at this point. Lance couldn't blame them for that.
"Then let me try for citizenship! I'm sick of all this crap! No one can do anything if I'm a citizen, right?" Keith growled.
Dravla nods, "Of course, but with everything going on, we won't have another trial like that until after Rashra's battle. By then you would be considered a prize of war again- and the higher ups, which is Rashra, may not feel obliged to offer you a chance of citizenship.
Keith turned, storming around the couch to pace angrily within the room.
Lance watched him, eventually asking, "Isn't there any way around this?"
Tellru taps her chin, "Maybe…?" she doesn't sound too confident, "I'm sure there is something we can do,' Tellru reaches over to pat his hand, attempting to comfort him, "For now, let us handle this. We will try our best to avoid this. But stay prepared for tomorrow just in case."
Squeezing her hand, grateful to have her as an ally in this, he nods, "Thank you, Tellru."
They nod, looking upset that neither of them could do much in this situation.
With nothing else to do, and Keith not in the mood to sew any longer, they ended up going home. The entire way Keith was grumbling to himself, holding onto Lance's hand tightly.
When they arrived, they busied themselves with little things, eventually had dinner, and Lance attempted to talk normally- avoiding the conversation of the fight as much as possible.
As they readied for bed, Lance could feel Keith seething from across the room. Turning to him, he leans back against the counter and watches him pace around the table, teeth grit and eyes ready to kill.
"Keith," he says, "Tellru and Dravla said they would take care of it, so chill out,"
"I know," he grumbles.
"So don't worry about it,"
"I know," he says more insistently. Keith stares at Lance for 5 seconds before he goes back to pacing.
"You're such a hot head," Lance teases him. Turning to look over his shoulder, Keith scowled.
Moving to Lance, he stepped into his space, pinning him to the counter by pressing his palms on top, Lance snuggly between.
"Well I learned something that made me pissed,"
"Tale as old as time~" Lance grins, lifted his hands to hold Keith's face within them. "Everything will be fine," Lance pauses, and then reaches over to knock on the wood counter. "Knock on wood,"
"Does that count if we're on another planet?"
"Yes," Lance insists, "So don't jinx me,"
"Right,"
Smiling at each other, Lance tugged Keith a little kisser and kissed him. "Whatever happens, we'll get through it. We always have,"
Something about the Lance stating that both of them together would go through this made Keith feel a little better. Lance always seemed to have to do everything on his own, and Keith hated that. But, if he were able to stand next to Lance when the bad stuff happened- it wouldn't be so bad.
They could do it.
"Yeah,"
Keith was almost tempted to suggest a solution to this problem, but he wasn't sure how to just suggest something like becoming Equivalents over night. Tellru and Dravla said they could most likely handle it anyway.
And despite their previous activities, it had taken a lot of Keith's courage to actually act on those impulses.
But the thought was enticing.
Two birds with one stone or something.
Even as he thought this, Keith knew Lance wouldn't agree. Lance wouldn't want to have sex with him if it was just to stop some crazy NutJob from challenging him. And Keith didn't want that to be the first reason they did it either.
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The next morning, Keith awoke to Lance's mouth on his neck. Inhaling sharply, he gawks at the impish smile on Lance's lips.
"Morning,"
"M-morning," Keith stammers
"Sleep well?"
Keith nods sheepishly, watching as Lance lathers his throat with butterfly kisses; so soft to the touch it almost tickled. "What are you doing?"
"Just adoring this neck of yours. It's super smooth," Lance nuzzles into it, giving a sensual lick from his collarbone up.
Keith shivered, reaching up to wrap his arms around Lance's neck and bring him up for a kiss. It was almost too early from something like this- but Keith could hardly care.
Rougher than he intended, his bit down on Lance's lower lip, and the blue paladin groaned. The two rolled together, pressed so tightly that Keith could hardly slip a hand between them to lift Lance's shirt a little, feeling at his smooth stomach.
Lance moved on top of him, pressing Keith to the mattress below him as his hands roamed his chest freely. They squeezed and pressed to certain sensitive spots that Keith hadn't even realized drove him crazy till now and it was wonderful.
"Lance," he says into his ear.
The call of his own name seemed to be enough to steer Lance towards the next event, and his hand trailed down ward.
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When Lance's hand slipped between his legs, Keith gasped, squirming at the touch. Lance grips him through his pants, busying his mouth with sucking on Keith's collarbone.
"L-Lance…!" Keith groans beautifully, tilting his head back when the hand begins to move, pumping him through his shorts. The sensation clouded his mind, making him dizzy and his blood run hot.
He had never had anyone touch there but him before. Usually he thinks he can last a while, but as Keith has come to realize, it feels completely different when someone else it touching you.
You are completely at their mercy and he was positive this was going to be short if Lance didn't let up.
"You're so sensitive, Keith," Lance husks into his ear, his other hand trailing to brush against his nipples. Keith cries out in a small but sweet voice, curving his spine into Lance's touch.
Lance takes in the sight with dark eyes,
"La..." Keith grips Lance's shoulders harder, kissing him longer, unwilling to let him go. This is what Keith wanted; this is what he's wanted for weeks. For Lance's mouth, his body, everything he had to offer. Every muscle in Keith's body was attuned to Lance's, making his groin clench with delicious need.
"Don't stop, please," Keith begs, rolling his hips forward, searching for more of that mind numbing friction.
"Hey," Lance's hands slip teasingly below Keith's waistband a few times, "If it is alright by you, I want to try something. I want you to feel good..."
Keith blinked hazily, puzzled to what else Lance could possibly do to make this more enjoyable than it already was. Deciding to take the chance, he nods, "Okay."
Lance smiles softly and him and takes a second to kiss him before he his crawling down to Keith's legs.
Slipping Keith's pants down to his knees, Lance eyed him cautiously. Keith was tempted to cover himself, embarrassed at Lance's intense gaze, despite him having already seen him nude before.
"You trust me?" Lance whispered quietly.
"Course I do," Keith says, his thigh trembling with anticipation. He had wanted this for so long and couldn't help but glance at the door, expecting them to be interrupted at any moment.
"Keith," Lance takes his chin into his hands, turning Keith back to face him, "Don't worry about that. Just look at me,"
Keith does, entranced the moment their gazes meet, "Okay…"
With a smile, Lance kissed him, his attention moving back to what his hands were doing. "So…" he twirled his finger along Keith's tip, eliciting a whine from the red paladin below him. "Have you ever heard of a blow job before?"
Keith's breath caught in his throat, almost cumming just at the insinuation of Lance doing that to him, "A-Are you…?" he trails off.
The lift of his lips as he smirked is Keith's confirmation that Lance had been planning on doing this from the very start, "I'd like to give it a go, if you'd let me,"
Like Keith would ever say no but… "Isn't it… unsanitary or something?" he mumbles,
"No," Lance smiles. "Not unless you think it is. I'm fine with it,"
With that said, Keith swallows thickly. Feeling both excited and nervous, he nods, "Okay…"
Lance runs a hand down his thigh soothingly, "Relax," he coaxes him, "If it feels to weird or something, just tell me. I won't feel bad about it," with a gentle kiss, Lance descends downward.
Keith watches him, and holds his breath when Lance settles between his thighs. "Ready?" he peeks up at Keith curiously.
Keith can barely nod. He thought he was prepared, but no matter how much he knew what Lance was about to do, it still caught him off guard when Lance opened his mouth and took him in.
He cried out in surprise, squirming to the touch of Lance's tongue swiping across the tip of his cock, "H-Hell… Holy hell…" Keith chanted, gripping at the sheets tightly. Feeling Lance's mouth covering his tip, he threw his head back to groan. Lance was good at this.
He was too good at this.
"W-Wait Lance-" Keith pleads with him, "I'm gonna-"
"Already?" Lance pauses, gawking at him, "I've barely done anything."
Keith blushes, unable to look Lance in the eye, "I've- shut up. I'm new to this," he whispered heatedly.
"Oh yeah," Lance tilts his head lovingly. "Well, don't worry about cumming. It's not like this is the only time I'll ever do this. I'm planning on having a lot more, bonding moments, in the future," without another word, he took Keith back into his mouth and sucked hard.
Keith whines, almost turning away at the sudden feeling. Lance reached up and cupped his ass, tugging his hips forward to keep him still. Sliding his mouth as far as he could he listened to Keith yelp above him "
"L-Lance wait- Ahh!" His hips bucked and Lance almost choked, taking a second for Keith to calm down. When he did, Lance brought his lips back down.
With one had still cupping Keith's ass cheek, he used the other to grip his hip, holding it in place. He bobbed his heard mercilessly, loving how Keith was losing himself to the pleasure
Keith's cries were muffled, sounding wet from him pressing his lips to the back of his palm. With confusion but utter bliss swirling in his pupils he stared down at Lance.
"Lance… I-I can't-"
He was painfully close already.
Keith involuntarily bucked his hips, crying out. Reaching down to grip Lance's hair he moaned, "N-Not so f-fast-" it startled him when he came, his hips jerking violently into Lance's palm.
Almost rolling away at the sensation, feeling overwhelmed when he sucked Keith to completion, swallowing his cum as it came, Lance lifted his gaze to watch Keith come undone, enjoying the sight of his face.
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A second later Keith collapsed back into the pillows, gasping.
"So?" Lance swiped his finger over his lips, brushing away any substance that stuck to them, "How was that?"
Keith could hardly speak, his body flushed and his chest heaving for air, "G...Great." he stammered. "It was great,"
With a prideful smile, Lance sits up,
Forcing himself to follow Lance, Keith reached for him, gripping his shoulders. Spotting Lance's own hard on within his pants, Keith shuffled closer, "Let me do the same," he says.
"A blow job?" lance gawks at him, "Do you even know how?"
"I can learn," he says, determined, allowing himself to catch his breath. Smiling at him, lance chuckles.
"Okay…" he seems a little nervous suddenly, "If you want to. Don't feel that you have to just because I gave you one,"
To Keith, that had been the most amazing thing he had ever felt. He wanted to give Lance the same thing, even if he wasn't the best at it, "I want to," he tells him.
With a similar look of anticipation in his eyes that Keith had felt earlier, Lance nods meekly. "Okay," he moves to lay back, but freezes when he heard an all too familiar noise
A knock on the door.
"No…" Keith turns to it, horrified.
Lance laughs, "Figured as much,"
The pounding on the door grew more insistent.
"No!" Keith yells. "That isn't- you haven't-" frustrated, he is tempted to pull out his Bayard, threaten whoever is at the door to go away, then come back and make Lance fall apart with pleasure.
Lance on the other hand, seemed content, and rolled off the bed, "It's fine, Keith," He tells him.
"No it isn't!"
"It is," Lance grins, "At least, I'm satisfied. I got to touch you after being forced to wait for weeks so, it's okay. Next time, you can do whatever you want with me."
"Whatever I want...?" Keith glanced at him cautiously.
"Anything your heart desires~" Lance bows.
Taking his words deeply, Keith gulps and nods. Next time.
Smiling, Lance begins to back up to the door. "I would uh- you know," he motions to Keith pants that had been discarded to the floor.
Keith scrambles to gather them, "Dravla, I swear to the stars above I am going to kill you!" he grumbles as Lance inches to the door. Sliding his pants back up to his hips, his cheeks dusted with pink, he watches at Lance opens the door.
Lance chuckles, but it slowly dies off.
He had expected Dravla, since Dravla was usually the only one to ever come to their apartment besides Tellru, but instead it was two unfamiliar looking Coeihns.
Towering above him, dressed in the armor of the royal guard, they glance at each other, forcing themselves inside. Lance squeaks and stumbles back.
"H-Hey," he says to them. Keith is dashing around the bed the second he sees them, grabbing Lance's arm.
"Who are you?" he demands.
"Keith! Lance!" from the hallway they can hear Dravla. He is sprinting towards them, sliding into their room in a panic. Seeing the two guards, he frowns and says something to them. They reply with a cold tone.
"Dravla?"" Lance gawks at him, "Wha-"
"The challenge," Dravla gasps out, "They are here for the challenge,"
Keith lifts his arm out to put Lance behind him, growling, "He's not doing it,"
"K-Keith,' Lance says slowly, wondering exactly how much of a choice they still had at this point.
"He's not!" Keith points to them. The two guards glance at each other. Despite not understanding his language, they seem to have understood what Keith was trying to say. Frowning, they step forward.
Dravla tries to argue as they grab Keith by his arms and lift him up.
"Keith!' Lance runs forward, but their brute strength is enough to hit him into the ground. Keith is yelling, fighting against the grip and roaring angrily.
"Dravla!" Lance pleads with him, "I thought you said you could figure this out?!"
"We couldn't! We tried but the blood fight is final! If you don't accept it and go to it right now, they take Keith away!" Dravla is blocking the door to stop them, attempting to allow Keith and Lance more time to work this out.
Caught with his feet frozen to the floor, Lance minds shoots from one option to another.
When Keith calls his name, Lance goes pale, "Lance! Lance it's fine! Just stay here!" Keith is telling him.
He isn't struggling as much, almost looking willing to go with this so long as Lance wouldn't have to participate in the blood fight.
It was that realization that got Lance's feet moving.
He whipped around, scrambling to grab his Bayard and throw on some decent pants before calling to the guards. "Wait! I'll do it! Don't take him away!" He ran forward, "I'll do it!"
"No!" Keith yelled at him, "Lance don't-"
"I'm not letting you get taken away," Lance yells. "I'm not just gonna sit here!"
Keith knew he meant that. Keith knew Lance wouldn't stop.
With enough force, he had thrown himself out of the Coeihns grasp. Ducking below them, he ran for Lance, barreling into him. He intended to run, to grab Lance and just get the hell out of there. He would prefer to make this entire city his enemy again than to have Lance fight on his behalf.
But when he tried to move, Lance grabbed his arms and yanked on them.
Wrapping his arms around Keith, he hugged him. The guards stepped back, almost pitying looks on their faces. They didn't seem that they wished to do this either- but their rules couldn't be broken. It was a means they had lived by for decades- even if they had grown fond of these little off worlders.
"Keith…" Lance whispers against his ear.
"You aren't going," Keith clings to his back,
"But Keith. I can't let them just take you away,"
"You said we would talk about this-! We'd come to an agreement…" he tells Lance, "This is nuts and I'm definitely not comfortable with it! Rashra could kill you!"
"Keith-"
"No! I can't- Lance no, I can't let you do this," he hisses, "I can't.
Feeling something breaking within his chest, Lance sucked in a painful breath and collapsed into Keith. He didn't want to do this. He had promised Keith to talk about this. To always try and agree before doing something rash and dangerous but…
He knew Keith would never agree to this. He was too stubborn to agree, and while Lance understood, and knows he wouldn't want Keith to do it either if their positions were switched… he couldn't bare the thought of them taking Keith from him.
They said he wouldn't go to Rashra, but that didn't mean he wouldn't go to someone else eventually. He was considered a prisoner of war still since they weren't equivalents.
The idea of Keith being forced to become someone else's equivalent was ten times more frightening to Lance then a challenge. Even if that challenge might lead to his death… He wanted to protect Keith.
"I'm so sorry," Lance whispered, "Dravla!" He yelled
The champion didn't hesitate to step forward after seeing the look in Lance's eyes. He reached forward, putting a hand on Keith's shoulder. Keith tensed and started to fight it. "Dravla! Don't touch me-"
Then, Lance's lips fell upon his own.
Keith's yells are swallowed by Lance's mouth as they share a kiss. Keith starts to scream when he realized that this kiss felt something along the lines of "Goodbye,"
Holding it as long as they could, Lance stepped back, avoiding Keith's attempt grab him,
"No…No!" Keith was lifted upward, arms pinned behind his back by Dravla. He was screaming, kicking and yelling, "Dravla! Let me go! Let me go!"
Lance turned and stepped towards the guards, brushing a tear from his eyes. They pressed their hands to Lance's shoulders, leading him out of the apartment and down the hall. Keith was calling his name till his voice cracked, pleading with him not to do this. Lance almost covered his ears, feeling hot tears burn his eyes.
The walk to the arena felt like a death march.
When he arrived, Tellru was there to greet him. She straightened, her gaze heavy and sorrowful.
"Tellru," he nods her, "I um.. I'm ready,"
"I'm sorry, Lance... I- if I could change this rule-"
"I know," he says quietly, "this isn't your fault,"
She puts a kind hand to his back, guiding him into the arena to get ready. "Think I'll make it?' Lance inquired. Tellru didn't answer as they entered the changing room, some armor already there and ready for him.
It felt very similar to the first time Lance had been here all those months ago when he was heading to his death to fight for Keith and his freedom. The difference now was that he could see. It made it a little less terrifying.
"Compared to the champions, how strong is Rashra?"
"Not as strong as Dravla. I would say he is at the level of the fourth champion," Tellru says as she helps Lance place on his armor.
Lance had defeated that champion blind… though he barely won that one.
"A warning. Rashra fights dirty. He may be strong, but he holds no honor in a fight," Tellru announces, "He will use your weaknesses and blinds spots against you. He will most likely aim for your glasses first. Be sure to keep a distance from him to avoid this."
"O-Okay..."
"As much as I dislike Rashra, Lance- I will not be able to interfere,"
Lance nodded, "...Tellru?"
"Yes?"
He licked his lips, not sure how to ask this, "There is a chance I could be killed, right?"
"I'm afraid so,"
"If I am- what will happen to Keith?"
"No harm will come to him," she grabbed Lance's shoulder, "And when I say this, I mean that even despite him being pure, he will not go to another Coeihn unless he chooses to. Dravla and I will make sure of this,"
"But Rashra- if he wins doesn't he-?"
"If you some how lose, I will challenge Rashra myself for him."
"You'll take Keith as your pure?" He snorts
"He is like my own son- no one would question that I don't make him an equivalent of mine," Tellru says trying to lighten the mood. "I will fight any other challenger after that to fend them off."
Lance felt relief, "Thank you, Tellru." in truth, the only amount of fear he had felt all day was Keith- the idea of something horrible happening to him if things went sour. Knowing he would have allies to back him up was comforting. When the time had come, Lance lifted his Bayard and moved to the door.
He paused to look over his shoulder at Tellru, smiling at her.
"I'm not saying I'm going to die but… if I do, can you make sure Keith can make it back to our team?" he requests.
Tellru nods. "I promise to do everything I can,"
"Thank you," with that, Lance turns and heads out the door.
He pauses when Tellru calls to him, "Lance!"
"Hmm?"
"One final thing. A blood fight, as mentioned before, is to the death. It will not be over until the other surrenders... or one of the competitors it dead."
"Are you saying I have to... kill him?" Lance felt cold.
Instead of answering, Tellru patted his shoulder, "Good luck, my friend."
With that, they went their separate ways. The last time he walked this hall, he had been blind, no true idea where he was going. He recognized the sound of his feet echoing against the ground- the approaching crowd- the sun on his skin when he stepped out into the arena.
It all reminded him of that first day he was here.
But things were different now. He wasn't blind. He could fight with confidence now, and he definitely wasn't going to lose.
Moving to the center of the arena, the Coeihns began to cheer for him. The place was packed. Tellru was right, almost everyone seemed to show up for this. He could even see King Manson and Prince Harri on the upper levels. Harri was waving at him, and Lance waves back, hoping he didn't look at nervous as he felt.
A second later, the gates on the other side open and a Coeihn dressed in heavy armor is sauntering out.
Lance hates him the moment he sees him and holds his ground as Rashra approaches, looming over him with a wicked smirk.
"Rashra," he grumbles.
("Blue Champion") Having heard the Coeihns call him that enough, Lance could recognize the title, but he knew Rashra meant it nothing more than a mockery in this instance. Knowing there would be any more conversation between them, he steps back and activates his Bayard.
"So…" he says, "Let's get started."
Above them, Manson lifts his head. There is a crowd-shared silence.
A second later, he lowers his hand, and the match begins.
... I don't even know what to say about this one.
I really really don't
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