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The probabilities of Lance getting shot were always around 45%.
Not too high and not too low, but never zero. Lance liked to joke that despite being the team’s sharpshooter he was the all time resident in the healing pods. No one laughed, but Lance still believed that statement to be true.
“Fucking hell.” He pants against the tree’s bark, hands pressing on the sizzling injury over by his side. Lance’s fingers tremble the moment he graces the exposed skin. The mission was supposed to be a quick in and out. No one thought a rogue Galra faction was lurking around.
Beams fly past his head, crashing against trees and the forest’s foliage. Lance can smell wood burning and not too far ahead, whips of fire are starting to spread. The situation is only growing worse and he can’t get his hand to properly cover his wound. Footsteps come near him and Lance turns, bayard already transforming and shoots. The droid slumps against the ground, powering down as another one quickly comes behind him.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Lance chants, forcing his legs into a run. He stumbles, almost crashing down as more blasts whiz past him. He sprints away from the shouts and the fire. He needs to be on higher ground to properly help the others, but with his wound it’ll be pretty impossible to do so.
Trees and leaves cover every spot on the planet’s surface, the humid atmosphere making Lance sweat buckets and make him delirious. He gets far enough but the laser beams are still coming strong. He hides behind another tree, takes aim and the moment his eyes catch another droid he shoots. It falls down immediately.
His wound burns and makes him dizzy. He blinks past the sweat, his visor fogging up as he spots another droid and shoots it down. Lance bites on his lip as he aims his bayard once more, his side prickling with pain. Wet liquid trails down his wound and Lance can already taste the blood seeping into his under-suit. If they don’t finish fast he might not be able to fly Red properly.
“Just my fucking luck.” Lance mutters, shooting and taking down three droids in quick succession. His victory is short lived as his bad luck only increases from there. A branch cracks behind him and Lance turns a second too late. He feels the impact of the punch, tumbling down onto the soggy ground as a Galran soldier pins him down. He tries aiming with his bayard, shooting aimlessly at the branches above them but only a few leaves rustle by.
Lance grunts, wrists pinned above him now, bayard slipping out of his fingers. He bites back a shout when the Galra presses on his side, the pain making him jolt. Blinking back tears he snarls, legs kicking, but the soldier only pins him back down. He feels the mud sipping into the charred flesh, feels his own blood mixing with the wet ground and Lance can’t breathe.
“Get off!” Lance yells in a desperate attempt, every limb shaking but the grip is too strong. He can already see the bruises forming, the purple and green splotches that will decorate his brown skin if he manages to get out of this alive. The soldier grunts something in his monitor, barely sparing him a glance as he easily bounds Lance’s hands with only one fist of his own.
His vision is blurring once more, oxygen is hard to get by and his whole body is pounding. Lance fights and fights against the grip, wound bleeding even more but he can’t let it end like this. He screams again, his comms long ago muted thanks to the planet’s atmosphere. The distant shouts sound so far away now and Lance’s eyes zero in the syringe in the soldier’s hands.
“You will only feel a pinch.” He laughs, dark red eyes filled with mirth. Lance struggles again, body growing weaker by the second and fear only escalating as the needle comes closer and closer towards his belly. Lance squirms away from the metal, the bright purple liquid inside the syringe only making his heartbeat quicken. “Now hold still or this is going to hurt a lot.”
Lance tries shouting again, something, anything but what comes out of his mouth is only a pathetic little cry. The soldier laughs, face contorting even further into a merciless grin. With a tear at this under-suit, Lance feels the coldness of his exposed skin. He dares to take a peek, his belly out in the open as he sucks in a breath as the needle comes closer. He twists against the mud, his white armor covered in dark brown and vibrant red, its bright blue color lost so long ago.
He screams again when the syringe finally touches his skin. The Galra enjoys him like this and Lance can’t keep the fear out of his system. He doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing him like this, doesn’t want to cave in to his cries, and doesn't want to seem weak in the face of death. But even with all of that in mind, tears cascade past Lance’s eyelids.
“Don’t worry,” The Galra says as the needle goes all the way inside Lance’s belly, “This might not kill you.”
And he presses the liquid inside.
Lance watches in horror as the bright substance is injected into him. He still struggles to get out of the Galra’s grip, legs kicking against the mud, but still to no avail. The pinch hurts him, the needle pressing deep inside him until there’s no drop left. He sucks in a sharp breath once the syringe is out of his body, a trickle of blood running down the left side of his belly button. And that’s when Lance feels it.
It starts deep inside his chest, slowly crawling all the way over to his limbs and even the tips of his fingers. Everything is too out of focus, his head spinning and he can’t make sense of his assailant. The heat spreads evenly throughout his body, sweat and blood now mixing together as his limbs finally slump against the mud. His body isn’t responding anymore, his eyelids heavy and short breaths puffing out of his chest. It’s too fucking hot.
For a moment he blacks out. Lance succumbs to his injuries, head lolling back against the mud and eyes slipping shut. Faintly he can still hear the shouts, the roaring of the flames coming closer to where he laid, and a distant call of his name. Lance tries blinking, the world still blurry.
A weight is yanked away from him. He can breathe properly and his wrists come free. Lance tries sitting up, but his body lies motionless. The shouts are closer now, there’s a sound of flesh being sliced right open and then nothing. Lance wants to move away, wants to hide and get to his friends, but regardless of what he desires, his body does not cooperate. He takes in a couple of shuddering breaths, his frame rattling with every intake. He hears footsteps and-
“Lance.”
Lance registers it as Keith’s voice. He struggles against the mud, eyes still unfocused but forcing them to open. He’s imagining things. Lance is on the brink of death and his brain is playing tricks on him. Helping him pass on to the next life with the image of the man he’s been in love with ever since he was a teenager. Blinking his eyes, Lance tries to adjust his vision, white spots dancing across his eyes until a shadow looms above him.
His mouth moves, mumbles something incoherent as his eyelids drop once again. “Lance.” Keith’s voice says again. There’s an urgency lingering there, and Lance still refuses to believe that this isn’t some sort of prank from his own fantasies. Rough hands pull him away from the mud, and Lance winces at the sudden movement. “ Lance. ”
There’s a desperation there and Lance wants to ease it away from Keith’s voice. He opens his eyes again. He sees leaves and trees covering every spot in the sky, their foliage so unlike Earth that it leaves a bitter taste in Lance’s mouth. He heaves, head turning, but everything still moves too fast.
“Don’t move.” And it still sounds like Keith’s voice. That’s when Lance realizes that he’s not laying on the mud anymore. In fact, he’s moving faster and faster, the leaves only being a blur being left behind. He can still hear the crackling of fire, recognizes the ashes on the ground but he keeps moving.
But Lance’s body isn’t even moving. Hell he can hardly manage to turn his head around without anything hurting. And he’s higher up, sees the tree's foliage eye level and Lance certainly doesn’t remember ever getting up.
“What’s,” His voice slurs “Where-”
“Stop talking.”
Lance slowly turns and finally realizes that he’s being carried. His head is resting just over the crook of a very familiar pale neck, as the Blade soldier runs with his body in his arms. His legs dangle on the other side of him, arms gripping Lance tightly. Something about the touch makes him think that he’s cared for, that he's worthy of being preoccupied over. And Lance can only wish someone could feel that strongly about him.
“Keith.”
“Don’t.” Lance peers up and sees that lovely mullet caressing Keith’s face. He tries to smile but there’s a sharp pain coming from his belly. The heat starts up again and his vision is getting blurry once more. “Don’t fall asleep. I’m-fuck I’m almost there. Red is within my view.”
“Hurts.” He whimpers, biting on his chapped lips. Lance hugs himself, arms wrapped around his chest as the throbbing intensifies. It’s burning him from the inside. “Keith, t-they...gave me somethin’.”
“Just hang on.” Keith’s usual level headed voice is still present, and it’s all Lance needs to not worry too much. But even in his delirious state, he can still hear that twinge of worry laced within his clipped sentences. “Coran, he’ll take care of you. We’ll get you into a pod and you’ll be fine.”
“It...” He almost chokes on a sob, “Really hurts.”
“I know. I know Lance.” Keith says as soothingly as possible, something Lance never thought he could do. At least not to him, “Just hang on a little longer okay? Hang on for me.”
Lance nods absentmindedly, eyes already dropping again. It’s getting hotter again, the suit too tight around his body. Blood must still pour off his bullet wound, because with every jostling he’s getting dizzier and dizzier. It’s getting harder to focus on being awake. Red’s distress hits him like a truck and Lance winces.
“It’s okay, we’re here.” Keith shushes, and Lance can’t focus any longer. He makes a small noise, and curls into Keith’s body. “Don’t go to sleep. Talk to me Lance.”
“Hmmm I’m too tired...” He slurs, voice dropping as the pain is taking over control of his voice. His stomach throbs, making him twist a little, another hiss escaping his mouth. Lance can faintly smell blood.
“You can sleep when we get to the Castle of Lions, not now.” Keith pants against his ear, out of breath but still keeping him awake. “I’ll get you to the healing pod and you can eat my share of Hunk’s special goo.”
“Mmmdon’t want it.” He murmurs, and it’s getting harder and harder to stay awake. His eyes are shut now and he can distinguish the sound of the Red Lion powering up. Whether Keith is flying his lion or Red is doing it out his own volition Lance doesn’t know. What he does know is that once they’re back on the Castle of Lions, Keith will return to the Blades.
“Don’ go...” Lance whispers and wonders if Keith was ever real to begin with. Maybe it was just all a fabrication from his mind to keep his company before passing. He shakes his head at the thought and mutters once more.
“Lance.” And that’s the last thing he hears before he fully goes to sleep.
His lungs fill with oxygen and he’s back on the land of the living.
Lance is no stranger to waking up after a long-ass session in an Altean healing pod, his joints are too stiff and the air tastes too stale on his nostrils. Everything is too out of focus for a few minutes until Lance’s eyes adjust to the light and he’s able to hear himself breathe again.
What Lance has never known was waking up from the healing pod still feeling like your body was burning from the inside out.
“What’s” Lance coughs, and he can feel his skin breaking out in a sweat already. He looks around, recognizes the Med-bay, the faint blue fluorescent lights around the halls and he knows he’s back on the Castle. Hunk is the one carrying him, supporting his whole body against his own and Lance feels his skin sizzle at the touch.
“Lance.” Hunk says with an air of relief, one that is soon replaced with worry, “Buddy, you’re burning up.”
“Too hot.” He says, fanning his face. “Is the AC on?”
“Shouldn’t the healing pod get rid of any fever?” Pidge asks and Lance hadn’t even noticed her. In fact, the rest of the team is huddled around him and Hunk. Shiro stands next to Pidge, looking between Lance and Coran, while Allura gives her a weak smile besides the Blades.
Lance coughs some more the moment his eyes land on Keith. So his mind wasn’t playing tricks after all. He stands next to Kolivan and another masked Blade member, hood down and suit freshly cleaned. There’s dark circles around his eyes, his skin looking a tad bit paler than usual and Lance doesn’t dare think that those symptoms are because of him. Instead he ignores those watchful eyes and he turns back to Hunk.
“All of his readings indicate Number Four is in perfect condition.” Coran mumbles, the data pad on his hands exposing a series of diagrams and levels of Lance’s body. “My boy, how do you feel?”
Everyone’s eyes turn to him and Lance can only feel Keith’s burning a hole at the back of his skull. He gulps and tries opening his mouth, trying to put together his symptoms into words. His temperature is still high, too high for it to be normal, but at least he’s not bleeding to death in alien ground. The pain on his side is gone and the wound from the needle seems to have disappeared as well.
“I’m okay.” Lance says and he can already feel everyone in the room ready to argue, “Well I’m better! My wounds don’t hurt anymore, but...” He gulps and then adds, “How long was I out?”
“Four days.” Keith is the one that responds and Lance can already tell he’s livid. Keith takes a deep breath before answering again, “It took Coran a day to stabilize you. Then three in the pod.”
Lance nods, eyes cowering back to the floor, unable to meet Keith’s unwavering ones. He turns back to Coran, who in turns walks closer to him and places a cold soothing hand over his forehead. Lance winces, almost falling back but Hunk steadies him.
“You’re too hot.” Coran mutters. And Lance because he’s Lance can’t stop himself from whispering, “Thank you.”
“Oh my fucking god.” Pidge snarls between Hunk’s muffled laughs, “Can’t you take this seriously? You've been stuck there for days and you’re still sick!”
“I’m okay!” Lance insists, wiping away at the sweat gathering on his forehead. “Okay yeah, maybe my temperature is way off, but with another hour or two in the pod I’ll be good as new!”
“I don’t think placing you inside a pod will help you Lance.” Shiro states, “You were supposed to come out a day earlier but we kept you longer just in case.”
“Well-” Lance huffs, “Maybe if I just get some sleep it’ll wear off. I can even take a cold shower beforehand.”
“Buddy this isn’t one of your typical fevers.” Hunks says, trying to ease his increasing anxiety, “If it were, you’d be good as new the moment you stepped out of the pod.”
Lance wants to argue but his head is starting to throb now. He bites down a hiss, eyes blinking in and out of focus for just a few seconds, but that’s enough for their resident hothead to spring into action.
“You told me the Galra gave you something.” Keith states, drawing everyone’s attention to him, but Keith’s eyes stay trained on Lance. He walks away from Kolivan, from the Blade and moves to stand just mere steps away from Lance. It’s disorienting just how their closeness almost makes Lance jump out of his skin. “What was it?”
Instinctively Lance’s hand covers the non-existent wound on his belly. And Keith, ever the perceptive one, catches on immediately. He steps closer to Lance and before he can even take a step back, Keith is lifting up his cotton shirt, belly exposed to the room.
But the motion is too sudden, too unexpected, that the moment Keith’s fingers come in contact with Lance’s skin, it almost makes him tumble to the floor. The fever vanishes for an instant, body temperature lowering and lowering, but Lance still feels too jittery. He steps away, Keith letting him go and Lance pulls down on his shirt.
“I-It was nothing.” Lance says, sweat gathering once again over his forehead. Almost as if Keith’s touch had suddenly cured him from the illness. Lance covers his chest, as Keith shortens their distance again. “Keith, it was-”
“You have a mark.” Lance looks down at his covered chest, trying to see past the fabric, “Above your belly button.” Keith’s fingers try to touch him once more but Lance pulls away.
“Maybe a scar?” He says, unconvinced, but wary of trying to let Keith touch his bare skin again. Whether it made him feel better or not, Lance wasn’t ready for that kind of revelation. He looks back at Keith, “What did you see?”
“It’s a mating mark.”
Kolivan and the masked Blade member step forward now, and this time Lance is unable to stop either one of them from lifting up his shirt. He yelps, stomach sucking in a shuddering breath. Kolivan makes a shushing sound, the pads of his fingers carefully touching his bare skin, and just like before Lance can feel the hotness in the room dissipate.
“It’s part of an ancient ritual.” Kolivan explains, and Lance is able to take a peek at his exposed belly. And just like Keith said, right above his belly button there’s a bright purple mark glowing. The tattoo resembles the shape of a tulip, the petals open, a small dot nesting just on the center of the flower. “Our people used to drink the essence of the Nightshade flower as a tribute to the stars and be granted a wish in return.”
Kolivan’s fingers slowly trace the shape over his skin and Lance shudders in response. Keith’s eyes dart to him, feet already carrying him forward. The touch is gone and Lance gasps at the heatwave that overtakes him. His knees buckle, but Keith is there in an instant. He holds on to his frame, Lance’s hands clasping with his own and everything clears for a moment.
The moment someone touches him, skin against skin, the heat evaporates he realizes. Lance thinks back to how Hunk had held him, never touching his hands or face, his gloved hands keeping him steady. He remembers Kolivan’s fingers tracing over his belly, the fever slowing down.
But, there’s something else too. A feeling Lance is shoving in the back of his mind. An itch is slowly making its way up Lance’s spine, picking and prodding at all of his hidden desires. The heat is still there, subdued, but now it feels like molten lava. Slowly but surely taking over and urging him to touch. To kiss and devour anyone near him.
Lance slows down his breathing, eyes darting down and his stomach is doing somersaults, belly tightening over nothing, and if he squints hard enough he could make out a faint purple glow over the mark.
“Your mark,” Kolivan’s voice brings him back, “It’s a Galran symbol used for fertility.”
His eyes widen and the answer finally clicks.
“Is it...” Lance gulps, “An aphrodisiac?”
“Yes.” Kolivan says, silence reigning on the room, “One powerful enough to kill someone if given in large doses.”
Lance’s mouth drops.
“What?!” Pidge yells. Hunk is gaping next to her, eyes looking between Kolivan and Lance, unable to utter a single word. “What kind of sex drug is that?”
“Oh my god.” Lance mutters under his breath, ignoring Pidge’s indignant cries and Shiro’s attempts to placate her. Allura is standing there, hand covering her mouth but then her eyes slid over to Lance. Then to Keith, and she smiles. “I’m dying. Oh I’m already dead.”
“You’re not dying.” Keith squeezes his hands.
“Didn’t you hear your boss?” Lance says, pushing back the thought of scooching closer to Keith, to feel his calloused hands roaming lower and lower- “I-I don’t know how much they gave me, but it was enough to make me pass out.” He reasons, “I’m dying, or at least halfway there.”
“Looking pretty alive to me.” Keith comments, eyes sliding back to Lance, and it’s making more dangerous thoughts appear. “You’re faring better than when we got you out.”
“That’s...” Lance mutters, cheeks reddening as he gives their joined hands an involuntary squeeze, “I think that um, physical touch is slowing this thing down.” Keith’s mouth parts, looking down at their hands but doesn’t say anything else. Lance rambles on, “T-The fever went down when Kolivan touched me too.”
“So the cure is physical touch?” Keith asks, but Lance knows that the Galra never make things easier for them. It’s almost as if Keith reads Lance’s mind, because he gives him another supportive squeeze.
“I don’t-”
Before Lance could finish his sentence, shivers crawl up his spine. An extreme cold starts seeping into his skin, and his teeth could start chattering at any second. Lance holds on to Keith’s hand, his only source of warmth and tries to will down the cold taking over his body.
He scooches closer into Keith’s arms, shivering and hands trembling. Lance’s lips start getting chapped by the cold, and even when he feels Keith return the embrace, it does nothing to dissipate the feeling.
“You’re freezing.” Keith says, arms fully around Lance now. “Get a blanket!”
Lance’s cheeks burn despite the cold. He furrows deeper into Keith’s warm body, like a moth to a flame. He seeks that passionate presence, wants to burn alongside it. He ignores his own embarrassment, burying it deep down and hoping it never resurfaces again. He’s dying and Keith is hugging him, let a man enjoy his last moments.
A fuzzy blanket is draped over his shoulders, Keith wrapping him up in it before hugging Lance to his body. It’s a warm cocoon now, Lance snuggled up against his favorite blanket, his crush practically cuddling against him. And while a tiny part inside of him is enjoying the attention, the practical side of his brain knows something else is brewing.
“That is another symptom.” Kolivan says, once everyone settles down, “Extreme changes in one’s body temperature. Soon enough you’ll experience the heat waves, this time more intense and in shorter spans of time.”
“God you Galrans make things way too difficult.” He mutters among chattering teeth. Lance can never catch a break can he?
“What’s the cure then?” Keith asks.
“The only known cure I know of is eating the stem of the Nightshade flower. It serves as a counter reaction to the toxins growing in your body.” Kolivan explains. Lance is already opening his mouth to ask about the antidote, but Kolivan was quick to add, “But the flower only grew back in Daibazaal. It was lost after the war started.”
The silence is deafening.
Lance gulps, clutching to the blanket as the cold lingers on. His body is growing hotter, sweat now gathering once again over his brow, but he can’t bring himself to leave the safety in Keith’s arms. He ignores the heat, wanting to press himself closer before chaos erupts in the room. Lance inhales and exhales, gathers his thoughts. ‘I’m dying.’ is the only coherent sentence inside his mind.
Keith is rigid behind him. Lance doesn’t sense that ease and calm from before. No, Keith now stands upright, chest pressed to Lance’s back, heart stuttering for just a beat out of synch. His arms press Lance a bit closer, tighter around his waist, almost as if he was shielding him from the outside world. Lance doesn’t have it in him to say anything.
“But then,” Hunk starts, “Is there another antidote?”
“No.” Kolivan shakes his head.
“But how did the Empire get it?” Pidge says, hands doing those weird motions like when a project isn’t going the way she wants it to, “If they were able to inject Lance with it, they should have the cure right?”
“It’s too risky.” Shiro cuts in. And while he and Lance haven’t been seeing eye to eye for the past few months, Lance has to agree with him. “They could be harvesting it at their main facility. Maybe hidden the antidote in one of their conquered planets. It’s too much ground to cover.”
“But he’s dying!” Pidge’s voice almost breaks and Lance’s guilt starts growing.
“There has to be another cure.” Keith says. His voice is steady, but Lance picks up on the curtness in his words, on the worry threatening to spill over. Lance wants to reassure him, wants to ease the preoccupations, but he can’t bring himself to say anything. Nothing Lance says will ease the growing worry of the fact that he was dying.
“There is.” The silent masked member speaks up. Everyone turns to him, Lance had even forgotten he was in there. His lithe tail sways against the floor as he continues, “Though it is only a myth if it ever worked or not.”
“Regris.” Kolivan warns him as Keith says, “Tell us.”
Regris gives them both a look and simply nods. “The Nightshade was a venomous aphrodisiac, it was only used by the desperate Galrans in need of a miracle, of a wish.” He turns to Lance and signals to his belly. “You are marked with the symbol of fertility. During the ritual the request of the Galra for the stars was to bring a child into the world.”
The cogs in Lance’s mind slowly turn, head repeating Regirs’ words one over the other. Kolivan stays silent, mouth dropped into a thin line and Lance could figure that he didn’t want Team Voltron to have any false hope of this theory being right. Still, Lance turns the sentences on his head. He’s marked with the symbol of fertility, whatever that means, and the Galrans only used this in extreme cases. If they wanted to bring a child to the world, the only way of doing that was by-
It finally clicks.
“No.” Lance says, eyes growing wide and face erupting in flames, “No, no, no, no! There’s no-” Keith’s face grows hotter too and Lance can’t handle seeing his embarrassment, “Fucking way that’s the antidote!”
“The way the Galrans got rid of the poison and got their miracle was by mating.” Regris says. “For a long period of time. Long enough for the toxins to pass, and long enough to ensure they got pregnant.”
“I’m a man!” Lance bellows, neck turning the same shade as his face. “I can’t bear children!”
“Of course not, your anatomy prevents you from it.” Regirs comments, just as if they were talking about the weather. Lance removes himself from the blanket, away from Keith’s arms, because this was way too embarrassing. Sweat drips from his shirt and he fights back the heatwave threatening to take over.
“But the fact that the poison wears off after mating is true.” Lance shakes his head and Regris' tone changes to amusement, “It’s the only choice you have at the moment.”
“It’s just a theory.” Kolivan says with a sigh, but even he seems to be contemplating the idea. He stays silent before speaking up again, “Though it might work.”
“Oh well, that’s just great isn’t it?! I just have to find someone that wants to have sex with me and I won’t die, just peachy!” Lance says with false happiness, voice too high. He sways on his feet, hands grabbing onto the healing pod nearest to him. Keith stays rooted to his spot, still clutching the discarded fuzzy blanket.
Keith continues to stare at him, and Lance knows he’s already made up his mind about a plan. A plan that Lance is 100% he’s not going to like. “T-That can’t be it! There has to be something else. I-I can’t just fuck the venom away!”
“Lance!” Pidge chides, face blushing as well. Hunk looks just as mortified as the rest of the team. Lance feels the same way, his whole face erupting in flames despite the fever increasing in his body. Like Kolivan said it was just a theory, there was no way of knowing if that was an actual antidote or not. ‘But it’s the only option you have left.’
“Okay, okay, what if...” Lance says, half a whisper and half a desperate call for help, “What if I just, um, p-pleasure myself?” Hunk and Pidge groan out loud, Allura darting her eyes away, “Wouldn’t that work? I can’t get pregnant so it’s-”
“It’s not the same.” Regris says, walking over to him. “While its true male humans are incapable of bearing children, the mating works in similar ways. Your mark,” He points one finger at Lance’s covered belly, “Needs to be filled up.”
“Too much info.” Pidge groans, face red.
Lance wants to eject himself into space. Embarrassment floods every crevice inside his body, fever be damned. His mind spins, hands still gripping for support on the healing pod as he tries to think of something. Kolivan and Regris might just be exaggerating, a few sessions between him and his hand should be enough to relieve himself.
He gives a quick glance to his belly, the mark covered up but throbbing nonetheless with every heat wave fueling up in his body. Even if what they told him was true, that he was in fact dying thanks to a venomous aphrodisiac, how was he going to find someone willing to have sex with him?
Of course he knows who he wants to have sex with, his wet dreams were sure to remind him of all of those steamy sessions back when their space adventure started. His cheeks burn and Lance doesn’t dare to look up at Keith, he’s not going to give himself away so easily. But, god he could never ask that of Keith. He could never have sex with the guy just as friends and then be okay with each of them going on their separate ways.
No, Lance wants the whole package. He wants to be taken to dates, wants to surprise his partner with flowers, wants to share food together, and wants to sleep right beside them. Lance wants all of that and more with Keith, he’s been wanting that for a long time. But, with how things turned out, Keith leaving for the Blades, Lance barely even worthy to pilot Red, it sounds just a perfect recipe for disaster.
‘And besides’ , Lance takes a quick glance, ‘he doesn’t even like me in that way.’ He gulps down his feelings, shaking hands now clasped together as he turns back to Regris. Lance is sure he can sleep off the toxins, masturbate a little while just to test the theory, and he’ll be fine by next day.
“Maybe I can sleep it off.” He says, shaking his head and ignoring the coldness spreading over his extremities. The span of time was getting shorter, he really needs to get back to his room and hole himself there, “I probably just need to rest, I’ll be-”
“I wouldn’t advise that Blue Paladin.” Kolivan says, “It’ll just take a heavier toll on your body. We’re unsure of how much Nightshade you were given, it could even kill you while you sleep.”
“But I-”
“If it’s no trouble young paladin, I could help you.” Regris comments, making Lance splutter for a second. The redness grows all the way down to his neck despite his body temperature growing colder and colder. Lance’s mouth is gaping. “I’m a bit more...experienced in the matter. If you wish to proceed with the plan, that is.”
Lance continues to gape, skin tingling red as mortification soon settles in. He splutters, hands trying to cover his blushing cheeks but its futile. Pidge and Hunk gape with him as well, eyes darting to Regris then back to Lance. This was moving way too fast for him.
“I can’t ask you that.” Lance says, trying to keep his voice even, “I-I just have to sleep okay? We don’t need to get-t in bed or-”
“Please.” Regris is soon standing in front of him. He snatches up his hands and Lance is forced to look his way. His face is still masked but even then Lance can see no trace of embarrassment or giddy nervousness. “Let me help you through this ordeal.”
“Regris I-”
Lance shudders as he feels a hand trailing over his back. He feels the palm rubbing down low, low, just inches above his ass, before finding a resting place over his hip. His skin can’t go redder than this, but the moment he sees Keith standing behind him, eyes glaring up at his superior, he believes his cheeks go a darker shade of scarlet.
This isn’t the first time he’s seen Keith this angry. No, he’s experienced it first hand the moment Shiro disappeared and the first time they’ve encountered Lotor. But all of those examples have been life or death situations, things that clearly deserved that reaction. This? This is going overboard for Lance’s sake.
But he couldn’t deny that it made his heart bump at the display.
“I’ll do it.” Keith says, silencing all of the idle chatter in the room. His words are steady, but Lance can distinguish the sharpness in them, the cold tone following every syllable. Keith’s fingers tighten on his waist. “I’ll help Lance out.”
“Keith, you don’t-” Lance tries to finish the sentence, but the fever comes crashing back down.
He blacks out for a moment, dark spots in his vision as his knees buckle. Lance is unconscious for a few moments, blurry images dancing in front of him. He sees the fluorescent lights of the castle, faintly hears calls of his name. He tries to keep his eyes open, but everything swirls and bile is rising to his throat. He gulps it back down, struggling to find a breath as the heatwave overtakes his senses.
He’s burning up from the inside, blood and organs churning at the intense heat. It’s unbearable. His brown curls stay plastered to his forehead, sweat gathering at the tip of them as he tries not to cry. His skin is a furnace, and his temperature is rising too much way too fast.
And just how it started, it stops.
Lance coughs into the floor, saliva clinging to his lips as he finally breathes in. Oxygen fills his lungs, his ragged breath dissolving into small puffs of air. He keeps his eyes closed, feels someone’s hand rubbing circles on his back. The team’s voices are white noise, he only concentrates in his breathing as the fever soon dissipates.
“Lance,” Allura’s tiny whisper brings him back. Lance stays on the floor and listens, “What do you say if we settle you back into the pod for a few hours?”
He doesn’t try arguing and just nods along. Lance is not really sure if the healing pod will help on anything, but he’s too afraid of going through a similar heatwave once again. They help him sit up and Lance leans back onto the body closest to him.
“We’ll go and look for the flower, okay?” Allura says, voice calm despite the situation. “Coran believes we can find a similar flower with the same treats for you to eat. For the meantime we’ll leave you in the pod until the symptoms become too much for your body.” She pauses and then adds, “Keith will stay with you in case anything happens.”
Lance tries to open his eyes, object at that last sentence, but the lights are too much for his system. He groans, head now throbbing as his senses slowly come back to him. Someone shushes above him, and Lance leans closer into that safe embrace.
“Don’t worry.” Keith speaks the words against his sweaty curls. It makes Lance’s tired body do a tiny jolt. “You’re gonna be okay.”
He doesn’t have it in him to argue back. He only hums in agreement and dissolves further into subspace between dreams and reality. He still hears the team’s voices, the sound of their footsteps slowly fading out.
One moment he’s being cradled in the floor and the next he’s back onto the standing position of the healing pod. Lance is able to take a peek. Keith’s face is inches away from his, hands slowly combing his hair. He tries to reach out, but only an intangible mumble of Keith’s name slips his mouth.
“It’s okay.” Keith reassures him. “I’m staying here. I’ll be with you.”
Lance nods along, eyes now slipping shut as the sound of the pod’s doors closing fills his ears. He’s back to sleep.
When Lance wakes up, he’s dying again. He tumbles out of the pod, breath heaving and clothes clinging to his skin. Only a minute has passed in his mind, it hasn’t been that long since Kolivan told him he was dying and the team went out to search for that extinct flower. The healing pod didn’t do shit after all, Lance is worse than ever. He’s burning from the inside, limbs not working properly as he almost comes crashing down onto the floor.
A very familiar pair of sturdy arms catch him instantly.
“You’re burning.” Keith hisses against his ear. Lance clings to him, his own body craving the familiar touch. “Lance, it's only been a couple of hours. The team hasn’t found anything.”
Lance doesn’t listen to Keith, he can only focus on their bodies pressed together, chest heaving against the others, and that calms him down. His body temperature slowly lowers, and his hands stop shaking against Keith’s neck. Lance breathes a sigh of relief, legs able to work properly now, and he’s able to fully stand.
“I-I’m okay.” Lance nods, taking another gasp of air. “Fuck that was-”
“I know.”
He nods again, heaving in mouthfuls of air. They’re still in the med-bay, just the two of them and from what Keith said it hasn’t been that long since he went under. Lance turns to Keith, the worry in his eyes making him frown in guilt. “How long has it been?”
“Five hours tops.” Keith answers, hand coming up to touch Lance’s forehead. “You’re still hot.”
Lance bites the urge to utter a ‘Thanks’ again and from Keith’s glare he knows it doesn’t go unnoticed. He laughs a bit, mind still a bit disoriented as he keeps clinging onto Keith’s shoulders. He’s way past feeling embarrassed, but that doesn’t stop the flock of butterflies from exploding in his chest.
“How do you feel?” Keith’s question comes out in a low whisper. It sends shivers down his spine.
“Okay.” Lance backtracks instantly at that icy glare thrown back. “Not okay! Geez, sorry.”
“Lance, how do you really feel?”
He thinks of lying again. Maybe if he spends another couple of hours in the pod, his condition might stabilize. But figuring that tactic only lasted him 5 hours, Lance imagines the span of time will only shorten.
His eyes slid back to Keith’s and that’s what stops him from lying. Despite the glare nestled in his face, Lance can recognize true worry etched on his features. Not only that, but he can sense the desperation and the impotence screaming at Keith to do something. He’s never been someone to just sit around and wait. This situation is surely eating him up from the inside.
“I don’t feel so good.” Lance concedes, grimacing a bit, “My fever is mostly gone, but everything is spinning. I can’t focus at all...” He grows quiet, biting on his lower lip. Fear is what pushes him to be vulnerable around Keith, what helps him open up more than anything. “I’m scared.”
Keith makes a noise from the back of his throat and Lance is smothered into his hug. He melts, arms clinging to his back, hands grabbing at his uniform’s fabric. Keith’s hand comes up to cradle Lance’s head over his chest. He feels the erratic rhythm of Keith’s heart, the way his breath stutters when Lance comes closer.
“You’re going to be alright.” Keith whispers into his ear, hands rubbing comforting circles over his back. Lance buries himself deeper into Keith’s chest, their bodies fitting together as jigsaw pieces. “The team will find the flower and you’ll feel better. Just hang on, we can try the healing pod again.”
But Lance already knows that it won’t work. His time on the pod will only shorten as time goes by, and he won’t handle another one of those fevers again. Lance inhales Keith’s scent, finding that comforting smell of pine and mint.
He knows what he has to do, what he has to ask, but he’s too nervous to even utter the thought. Lance leans back, chests still touching, but enough to be able to look up at Keith. Guilt overwhelms him as he sees the worry etched deep into Keith’s eyes. Lance can see the desperation, the impotence brewing deep inside and he never meant for Keith to feel so miserable.
Lance takes a deep breath and asks, “C-Can you help me?”
Keith’s eyes widen, instantly catching on to Lance’s request.
“I-I don’t want to do this.” Lance says, unsure if it’s the truth or not. “I understand if you’ve changed your mind, but I really don’t want to ask Regris. If...” He drifts off, the words unable to leave his mouth. Lance takes a deep breath, “If it’s with you-”
“I’ll do it.” Keith says, dropping a kiss to Lance’s head. “I’ll help you Lance.”
He’s stunned into silence. He sees Keith’s earnest expression, eyes mere inches away and he can feel his breath over the skin of his cheeks. They continue to stare at each other for a breath longer than necessary and Lance’s gaze almost drifts down to Keith’s lips. Amethyst eyes follow his every move.
“I don’t want to force you into doing something you don’t want.” Lance utter, the patch of skin Keith kissed still tingling. At the admittance, Keith gives him a small smile, hands slowly making their nest in Lance’s back.
“If that were the case I wouldn’t have offered.”
And Lance knows Keith isn’t the lying type. Honesty has always clung to each of Keith’s words and actions. He’d never do something out of pity or shame. Keith is true to the bitter end, and the fact that he’s willing to share this ordeal with him, means the world to Lance.
The look is too much, too intense. Lance looks away, nodding down to the floor. Heat crawls up on his neck and the effects of the Nightshade are soon spiraling once again. He clings to Keith’s shoulders and that’s indicator enough of what they need to do. Keith still hesitates, face crumpling in worry. He drops another kiss to the top of his head.
“I’m sorry.” He says mouth pressed against his curls and Lance’s heart squeezes in his chest.
“Don’t apologize, this isn’t your fault.” Lance gives him a stern look, despite the fever slowly taking effect again. He leans back from the embrace, his body temperature rising once more. Lance huffs and asks, “My room or yours?”
Lance watches in rapt fascination as Keith’s face blooms in color. Scarlet dust his lovely pale cheeks as Keith’s eyes widen a fraction. Lance wants to carve that expression deep into his mind, replay it over and over again. The thought that he had turned Keith into this blushing mess made his own cheeks redden.
“My room’s closer.” Keith utters, voice smooth and without a hint of nervousness. He takes Lance’s hand into his own, intertwining their fingers. “Let’s go.”
Lance trips on his feet as Keith drags him out of the room.
‘“Too cold.” Lance says, bundled up in Keith’s duvet covers. The fever had gone down but at the same time his skin felt like ice. He sneezed into the small nest, legs crossed together as his bare skin rattled up with goosebumps. He heard Keith’s soft chuckle coming from the bathroom.
“Grab a blanket from my bottom drawer.” Keith says, “I’ll be out in a sec.”
Lance keeps silent, eyes darting back to the closed bathroom door. He leans back into the bed, his body a tingling mess for what’s about to come. Lance tries to will down his blush but his entire face feels on flames. He hugs the covers tighter, burrowing deeper into the soft fabric.
His body temperature dropped the moment he started stripping down in Keith’s room. Lance had grown too cold when he dropped his jacket and shirt, only leaving himself in his boxer briefs before grabbing the bed’s covers. Keith had looked away during his whole ordeal, still clad in his Blade uniform, and ears burning a lovely shade of red.
Lance keeps looking at the closed door, stomach curling in knots as he awaits Keith’s return. He keeps changing positions in the bed, leaning on his right side, sitting up, laying face down. Everytime, he keeps his eyes focused on the door.
Keith shouldn’t take long, he’d only wanted to discard his uniform and run a quick shower. And from experience, Lance knows Keith takes only 2 minutes to be done with his cleaning routine. Still, those brief minutes they are not together feel endless. Lance is getting impatient and his body is resenting the lack of contact.
“I’m sweating.” Lance utters, pushing the duvet away. He’s too hot now. The fabric falls around the bed as he leans back into it, still waiting for Keith. The same symptoms from before are racking up. Lance bites down into his lip, the last thing he wants to do is worry Keith even further.
He closes his eyes, taking in deep breaths as he pictures what’s bound to happen. Lance can see Keith caging him against the bed, muscles pressing down on his body and prying him open with just a few sentences. Lance can see himself writhing onto the sheets, hands tearing up the fabric from the intensity of their lovemaking. He sees Keith’s lips hovering above his own.
A sharp gasp leaves his lips and he pries his eyes open. His chest is rising rapidly, his imagination getting a hold of him for just a moment. Lance already feels rattled. He lets out a few more deep breaths before he notices the strain on his bottom half. His dick stands rock hard against his boxer briefs. A small yelp leaves his lips as he closes his legs and tries to hide his hard on.
There’s a soft hiss and Lance turns to see Keith walking out of the bathroom.
Rows and rows of pale scarred skin is what greets him. Lance’s eyes instantly catch on Keith’s chest, sees all of the scars he’s known and the ones new to him; he notices the faint trace of muscle just toning his chest; and he sees the trail of chest hair going down and down-
He distracts himself from that thought when he notices the towel wrapped around Keith’s waist.
“Had a good bath?” Lance meekly asks, trying to avoid eye contact.
“Hmm nothing bad.” Keith says walking over to the bed as Lance notices the droplets of water still hanging over his hair. It looks longer than before. He blushes and Keith relishes in the reaction, “Seems like you had a better time than me.”
Lance brows furrow until he sees where Keith’s eyes lead to. He blushes even harder and pulls the duvet over his still hard dick. Keith snickers, now hovering above him before slowly sitting down on the bed.
“Ass.” Lance mutters under his breath.
Keith’s smile is intact and Lance only gives him a light shove. He huffs and leans back onto the bed, the fever slowly racking up again. Still he refuses to tell Keith about it. Lance turns to his side, the duvet now revealing his long slenders legs and just a peek at his perky ass.
He watches in fascination as Keith seems to drink in his every move. Color blooms in his pale cheeks again and before Lance can annoy him with it, Keith’s hands slowly settle over his bare calf. Lance freezes at the touch, eyes slightly widening but doesn’t pull back. Keith turns to look at him, then slowly rubs the patch of skin there, trailing his fingers slowly over his thighs.
“How are you feeling?” He asks.
“Peachy.” Lance says in a surprisingly steady voice.
“Lance. ”
“Why do you always question me?” Lance huffs, but there’s no real irritation behind it. He knows Keith means well. “It...is getting a bit hot in here.”
Keith nods, leaning over Lance and towards the pad nestled next to the bed frame. Lance swallows a gasp as he leans further down, Keith trapping him against the mattress with ease as he adjusts the room temperature. The bedroom gets colder but Lance feels none of it. Instead his eyes roam the way Keith’s muscles flex above him. How his sturdy arms cage him in and the way his hair hangs over his shoulders.
“Is it still hot?” Keith asks, turning to look down at him. “I can...”
His words die in his mouth the moment he registers the position they’re in. Lance tries not to bite on his lower lip, fingers tightly gripping the hem of the duvet. Keith keeps drinking him in, a breathy sigh leaving his lips.
“S-Should we get on with it?” Lance whispers the question.
“Yeah.” Keith nods, “Whatever you want.”
Lance’s hands shake as he lets go of the fabric and carefully cups Keith’s face. The skin to skin contact feels amazing, his high temperature drops instantly and Lance feels a bit chilly now. Goosebumps rise over his skin, but Lance carefully trails his left hand over Keith’s shoulder.
Keith stays still above him, eyes locked onto him as Lance continues to explore his body. Tiny gasps leave his mouth as Lance’s fingers trace the line of his faded scars. Keith lets out a breathy curse and slowly lowers himself onto the bed, the space between each other shortening.
“Is this okay?” Keith murmurs, hands now trailing up and up, all the way to the hem of Lance’s briefs. He gives out a small whimper, head nodding and that’s all Keith needs. His hands slowly pull the fabric down Lance’s legs, the touch making him tremble. Lance lets out a breathy sigh, his dick painfully hard and leaking. His eyes open to see Keith taking in all of his reactions.
His eyes drift down to Lance’s mark. Lance gulps as calloused fingers trace over the flower, a stark bright purple against his brown skin. Keith stays silent, giving the tattoo another touch before looking up at Lance. They stay in silence after that, both of them staring and drinking in the attention. Lance sees the way Keith’s chest heaves up and down above him, how his shoulders draw up in tension, the way his hair falls down over his back. It’s a mesmerizing sight.
“Cat got your tongue?” Lance quips with a shy smile. “Or are you just admiring my natural beauty?”
“You are beautiful.” Keith says. Lance’s mouth stays open, shock evident in his face. Keith follows the moment of his lips, body slowly coming even closer. Their mouths are inches apart, Lance feels Keith’s raspy breath tickling his cheeks. “Always thought you were.”
Lance lets out a shaky sigh as Keith’s hands roam down his legs. He shifts for him with ease, settling onto his back, parting his legs without a second thought. Keith settles between them, towel still hanging in place but revealing his hard-on all the same. Keith keeps looking at him, and Lance is growing dizzy with the attention.
“Kiss me.”
Keith hesitates for the first time. Lance doesn’t let him. He brings him closer once again, and Keith follows without complaint. Their lips are inches apart and neither can bring themselves to stop.
“Please.” Lance whispers between the two. “Please Keith, kiss-”
This time Keith doesn’t wait for another chance. He leans down, eyes slipping closed just as Lance does the same. Lips meet into a heady kiss. Electricity runs down Lance’s body, his hands still cupping Keith’s face as they stay connected. Keith groans into their kiss, mouth slowly moving over Lance’s. They meet each other over and over again, the kiss growing desperate and hungrier.
Lance moans into it, arms now resting over Keith’s shoulders. Keith gathers him in his arms, trapping them both on the bed, their bodies touching the other. The physical touch is driving Lance insane. His dick rubs onto Keith’s chest and it’s making him dizzy.
Still they continue kissing. They part to catch air but neither can get enough. Lance pulls back with a moan and Keith is already connecting their lips again, swallowing every noise of pleasure coming from him.
“K-Keith,” Lance pants between kisses, lips bruised and skin on fire. Keith doesn’t let him finish, he’s giving him another passionate kiss. Lance is being engulfed in Keith’s passion. It’s too intense and consuming but he’s willing to burn for it.
“I can’t get enough of you.” Keith pulls back with a wet pop. Lance finally breathes, oxygen rushing in but Keith doesn’t let him rest. He leans back down, trailing kisses from his earlobe and down to the side of his neck. Lance shivers just as he feels Keith’s mouth slowly sucking onto the skin.
Lance is by no means a virgin. He fooled around back in Cuba and he had a history back in the Garrison dorms, but man, he was never this loud. Everything feels too electric, the pleasure heightened to the max. Every brush of lips and fingers makes him edge closer and closer to his peak. Lance tries to calm down, stop his moans, but Keith is just as determined to make a mess of him.
“It’s too much-h-” Lance whines, drool threatening to spill his lips as Keith continues to nip and suck onto his collarbone. The love-bites are fresh on his skin, and Lance could care less about the bruises that would soon follow. Keith bites a bit more fervently and Lance can’t suppress the moan. “Keith!”
“I want to hear you.” Keith groans into his neck, hips rutting against Lance’s waist. He instantly feels Keith’s hard-on under his towel. “Don’t hold back.”
“It’s e-embarrassing.” Lance pants, blinking back the wetness in his eyes. Keith slowly pulls away from the crook of his neck to look down at him. Lance is bare under those eyes. “I’ve never been this...loud.”
“Glad to know I’m the one bringing it out of you.” Keith smirks and Lance is melting. He tries to chide him, but Keith merely leans back down to kiss away his protests. The kisses are much slower now, a mere push and pull between their lips, but no less intense. Lance is getting impatient, his temperature rising with each touch. His hands roam down, catching onto Keith’s loose towel and carefully peeling the fabric back.
“Impatient aren’t we?” Keith whispers between kisses, letting the fabric drop and revealing his hard on.
Lance gulps at the sight and wonders how in the world is that going to fit inside him? Keith had never bragged about his size and now with the evidence presented to him, he never had to. Drool gathers at the corners of his mouth and the urge to take him inside his mouth is overwhelming.
“Mhhm” Lance buckles against Keith, his hands now brushing over his hip bones. Keith continues to kiss down his neck, sucking onto the skin as his fingers leave fleeting touches on Lance’s shivering skin. The movement causes their cocks to brush against the other, eliciting a set of groans.
“You’re burning up.” Keith mumbles against his neck. Lance only nods, completely unaware of his body temperature rising. He whines as Keith’s hands now envelop his dick, pre-cum gathering at the tip as he gives him one swift pump. Lance whines, head thrown back and eyes shut to the pleasure.
“K-Keith,” He says between breaths “Nhg Keith!”
Lance’s stomach goes taunt for a second, his peak almost rushing without warning before the touch is gone. He barely opens his eyes and Keith is looking down at him in fascination, red in the cheeks and sweat gathering on his pale skin.
The pleas are stuck in Lance’s mouth. He knows what he needs, what he desperately craves, but it’s too embarrassing to utter. Keith goes on by instinct, hands roaming down his thighs and slowly stopping just over his ass. Lance gulps and the mark is thrumming with desire.
“I-I,” He stammers, cheeks burning up at what he’s about to admit. Keith turns back to him, gauging in his every word. Lance’s face only burns brighter. “Want you inside.”
Keith blinks and doesn’t ask twice. He reaches over for his night stand and comes back with a bottle of-
“Is that the oil Coran gave us?” Lance half whispers, half yells. Keith’s ears burn a bright red, uncapping the plastic bottle before a thick pink creamy liquid coats his fingers. “We’re not supposed to use it like that! It goes on your face!”
“And it can go in your ass too.” Keith says, “It’s a numbing cream and the closest thing we have to a lube.” Then he adds with a glint, “Unless you want my spit.”
“Ew gross.”
“You sure weren’t complaining when it was going down your mouth.”
“H-Hey that’s different!” Lance chuckles and he can see the bare sight of Keith’s lips perking up. “And besides, how do you know that oil’s safe?”
“Because I’ve asked.”
“Oh you have no shame Keith honestly.” Lance blushes, mind now wandering over to a much younger Keith exploring all of the different properties of the alien oil. “Poor Coran having to- Nghh!”
One finger is shoved inside his hole. It starts stretching him, prodding at his sensitive walls and making Lance cross-eyed. He tries to bite down his whimper, looking up at a very satisfied looking Keith.
“Y-You bastard.” Lance pants, mouth clicking shut after another whimper threatens to give out. Keith pays him no heed, his finger going a bit deeper than before and making Lance’s legs tremble beside him.
“You always talk too much.” Keith says, “Always wondered how to get you to quiet down. I think I found the perfect way.”
“Oh fuck you, you love hearing me talk. You can’t- Hngh!”
Another finger is pressed inside. Keith’s fingers are longer and thicker than his own. With only two of them Lance’s hole stretches and clenches around the intrusion. His walls accommodate to the digits, making Lance tremble and shiver against the bed.
Keith fucks into him with slowly and deep pumps. He shoves his fingers and slowly prods against his walls, making them accustomed to the stretch. Lance had never felt this full, not even with his own fingers. He feels a third finger slowly breach inside, bullying its way into his entrance and Lance can’t fight back the moans.
“Don’t fight it.” Keith whispers above him, all lust and desire laced in his voice. Lance can barely keep his eyes open, can barely see those amethyst eyes drinking in the sight of his asshole taking in everything it’s given. Keith pushes further and prods just the exact angle to make Lance see stars.
“There you go.” Is what Keith mutters under Lance’s shout. His fingers continue to prod at that same spot and Lance is reduced to a mess of moans and whines. His hands grip the covers, knuckles white from effort. Lance’s chest heaves for breath, eyes barely able to see Keith above him.
The thrusts continue and Lance can feel his impending orgasm rising up. High-pitched whines leave his lips and slowly Keith comes to a stop. Lance’s entire body is shivering, legs twitching as those fingers leave him empty. His asshole clenches instantly at the loss. Keith’s smirk makes him weak and Lance is already reaching for him.
“P-Please Keith,” He whispers, head shaking, “Don’t leave me like this. Please-”
“Shhh.” Keith shushes him, placing a quick but gentle kiss to his sweaty curls. He lowers himself down, his dick now prodding at Lance’s entrance. His eyes are drawn to it. He can see the girth and the pre-cum gathering at the tip. His hips buckle in anticipation earning him another chuckle from Keith.
“You want me?”
Lance gapes back at him, cheeks reddening further. He’s the flirty one in every relationship, not the other way around. Keith gives him another kiss to his flushing cheeks and Lance yelps.
“You said it yourself, I love hearing you talk.” Keith whispers next to his ear, his dick now prodding at his puckered hole. “I want to hear how much you want me.”
“Keith-” Lance whines, holding on to his frame. His hands grip those sturdy shoulders, Keith caging him against the stuffy bed. The fever is long gone from his mind, he no longer cares about his condition. Lance opens his mouth, words dying to get out. “Please, please put it inside.”
“You can give me more than that.” He leans back, enough for their eyes to meet. Lance is drowning in the desire glinting over those amethyst eyes. Keith’s lips quirk up, and he sees a glint of his new fangs. It makes him tremble.
“G-Get inside me.” Lance pants, voice bordering on desperation, “I need you inside me. P-Please I’m dying.”
“Not on my watch you’re not.” Keith mutters, kissing every patch of skin he can reach. Lance whines, legs kicking out against him. The friction is too much and Lance can cum just on words alone. “What do you want, sweetheart?”
The pet name sends butterflies down his stomach.
“Your c-cock.” Lance finally mutters between gasps. Keith stills above him, and Lance’s entire face is combusting. He whines, embarrassment be damned, “P-Please I, I need your cock inside m-”
The last of Lance’s words die on his mouth the moment he feels Keith’s dick entering him. A gasp is ripped out of him, breath knocked out of his lungs as his eyes slip shut. Keith’s cock is thicker than his fingers, it stretches out his hole to the limit, the line between pain and pleasure blurring as it continues to make its way inside him.
Keith groans above him, curses and soft praises lost to Lance’s ears. He’s deaf to his own moans and whimpers as Keith finally bottoms out, hip against hip. Lance gives a shout of warning before his hole clenches and the first orgasm of the night is ripped out of him.
His moans grow in pitch, head thrown back and eyes blinded to the pleasure. Tears form over his eyelids and Lance can only feel his peak rushing across his body. His chest is painted in white, his own dick slightly softening but still rearing to go. Lance pants, catching his breath before he finally settles back on Keith’s mesmerizing gaze.
“You okay?” Keith asks, the question almost punched out of his body. Lance nods between pants, still catching his breath. His hole loosens a bit and Keith sags in relief with a groan of his own. “I didn’t think you’d cum so-”
“Me neither.” He admits. It’s the best orgasm he’s had in years and Keith barely moved. Lance snaps his lips shut, he’s not brave enough to admit that. “This is new territory for me.”
Keith’s cheeks darken at the admission. He nods once, twice before letting out a breath. Lance gulps his own fears down and tries to move. Keith hisses above him, the drag of his cock pulsing against his velvet walls.
“Y-You can move.” Lance says, hands still clasped over his shoulders. Carefully he settles back down, trying to pull Keith down with him. He goes willingly, chests joined together and Lance feels his dick growing harder. Keith’s cock goes a bit deeper and he groans, “I still want you inside.”
“Lance-”
He doesn’t wait for Keith’s affirmation. Lance’s ass clenches and that gets Keith moving. He groans, face red with sweat as his hips slowly start pulling in and out. The sluggish movements are enough to make Lance’s dick harden once more. Pants and tiny moans escape his lips but they are drowned over Keith’s heavy groans.
“You feel so good.” He says between breaths. Lance tries to answer back, but Keith shoves his cock a bit further inside and the words are lost to another moan. Keith goes back to marking down his skin, pressing love bites over his neck and upping up the pace with each moan or whimper he drags out of Lance.
“Keith,” Is the only word his mouth is able to form. Between whines and moans, Lance’s tongue feels heavy and at a loss for any coherent sentences. Drool is gathering at the tip of his lips but all of that is lost to the constant push and pull from Keith’s delicious cock. He shoves harder now, “K-Keith!”
“So pretty,” Keith mutters between kisses. He gently bites down over his collarbone and Lance’s moans grow in pitch. Keith’s lips pull up into a satisfied smile and before biting back down again, “I want to make a mess of you.”
Keith’s hands travel up his body, his skin littered in goosebumps. Lance feels his fingers roaming over his chest, moving up towards his hardened nipples. Keith tweaks one of the buds, fingertips rough and calloused. Lance buckles under him, a mix between a whine and a mewl lost between the slap of skin against skin.
Keith is merciless. He tugs and pulls at his nipples while keeping the same sensual pace going on. Lance’s voice is growing raspier, his constant moans and shouts echoing across the room. Keith’s own sounds make him squirm as well, mouth still kissing his skin, marking his collarbone with hickeys.
“Nghh!” Lance cries out after another thrust at his prostate. His dick is hard again, pre-cum gathering at the tip. If Keith doesn’t slow down he’s going to cum again. Lance’s warning flies out of his mind the moment Keith’s mouth travels down to bite his nipple.
He shouts, nails accidentally racking down Keith’s muscular back and leaving red lines behind. Keith moans in response, lips still sucking at Lance’s buds, making it his personal mission to leave them red and swollen.
“F-Fuck! Ah Keith!”
Keith is going faster now. His cock keeps pushing in and out without abandon, not letting Lance even catch his breath. With every thrust, Keith punches out another moan from Lance, the bed rocking back and forth underneath them.
“Ungh!” He cries out after another deep thrust. His hands find purchase now on the bed sheets. Lance’s fingers clench against the fabric, trying to make sense of the world around him. His knuckles are white against the dark sheets as Lance pulls and almost tears the fabric to shreds with how good Keith is giving it to him.
Keith’s hands are now pulling his legs forward. Lance gets the memo instantly. He untangles his shivering limbs from Keith’s waist with ease. Keith stops for a second, smiles wickedly as he perfectly hooks Lance’s legs over his forearms. Before Lance could even ask, Keith pulls forward, perfectly folding him in two.
Lance's mouth opens but no sound comes out.
“Knew you could do it.” Keith smirks above him, and then without preamble plunges back inside. Groans fill the room, Keith’s heavy and filled with lust while Lance’s are breathier, voice pitched higher than normal. Lance feels Keith’s cock twitch inside of him, and god he feels even bigger than before.
For a moment he sees a bulge protruding from his stomach. Lance whines, seeing each time Keith’s dick is back inside, filling his hole to the brim, the small bump swells. The tattoo moves along as well, a faint purple hue emanating from its lines. It should worry him, maybe even terrify him of what it could do, but Lance only had half to pay attention. He was more preoccupied from the onslaught of Keith’s cock head against his prostate.
“Fuc-Ngh!” Keith was fucking him senseless. It was taking everything in him not to succumb to the binding pleasure. His orgasm was rushing in, taking him apart but Lance held on. He wanted to get there with Keith. “K-Keith!”
“Let go, ngh! ” Was Keith’s response. The words were slurred, breaths heavy and body glinting with sweat. Lance’s legs started trembling next to him, and his body started squirming against the covers, as if to run away from the peak. Keith growls over him, hands tightening their hold on Lance’s bottom. “Lance, please, fuck”
“I-I can’t!” Drool runs down his chin. Lance can barely keep his eyes open, the pleasure between them building incredibly fast. Another mewl slips past once Keith plunges even deeper, and Lance clenches his hole tighter.
“Shit, shit, shit” Keith pants above him, entire body shaking as he cages Lance against the mattress. The action alone sends them even closer together. Lance’s untouched cock rubs against Keith’s chest and that’s all it takes.
Keith’s name comes out a garbled mess out of Lance’s mouth. His eyes roll back, mouth open with a litany of sounds. The orgasm crashes against him like a tidal wave, making him see stars and galaxies for a few moments. Lance’s arms lock around Keith’s neck, shudders racking his entire body as that thick cock keeps thrusting directly at his special spot.
Lance’s legs shake uncontrollably against Keith, asshole spasming as he’s unable to quiet down. Sobs are now leaving his mouth, tears gathering over his eyes as Lance tries to make sense of what’s up and down. He can only feel Keith above him, his body still moving and groans next to his ear.
“So fuckin’ tight.”
Warmth seeps inside of him. Lance feels Keith’s cum filling him up. He throws his head back against the mattress, one last mewl escaping his lips. It’s too much, Keith is still moving inside, his cock never deflating and still thrusting inside of him. Lance lies motionless against the bed, entire body trembling as Keith finally slows down, body crashing against Lance’s on the mattress.
“L-Lance,” He mutters above him. Lance makes a small sound, tears cascading down his eyes. Keith buries his face over his neck and Lance barely has a mind to respond. Amethyst finds blue and Lance finally is brought back to the human realm. “Come back to me.”
“Y-You,” His voice is hoarse, breathy moans slipping between the words. Lance gulps trying to come up with any coherent sentence, “I didn’t think you’d be this good.”
Keith chuckles above him, face covered in sweat. His cheeks are red and Lance thinks he’s never looked so lovely. The urge to trail his fingers over his sweaty black hair is inevitable, Lance smiles as he scratches Keith’s scalp with affection.
“Did I live up to your expectations?”
“Y-Yeah.” Lance nods, face open and god he’d never admit that in any other scenario. Keith’s mouth forms into a smile, a small fang protruding from the edge of his lips. Lance wants to kiss him again. “You were better.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Like I won the lottery.” Lance giggles, heart thundering as Keith chuckles once again. This sight of Keith is new to him and he wants to bottle up the memory and keep it close to his heart until the end of his days. He bites down on his lip, chest swimming with butterflies.
“I meant your fever.” Keith’s hand softly cups his cheeks, “Your temperature went back to normal.”
Ah right. “I-I forgot about that.” He admits sheepishly. Lance gulps, trying to calm down his quivering heart and get back into the situation at hand. It’s true that his fever has gone down, even better he’s not feeling cold anymore. Maybe sex really was the antidote to this thing. “I’m fine. No lies this time, I’m really okay.”
Keith nods, relief filling every crevice of his body now. He slumps against Lance, the two of them a tangle of limbs and sweat. Carefully Keith places Lance’s legs back onto the mattress, and slowly pulls out. Lance hisses at the slow drag, suppressing his breathy moan back. Keith’s semen slowly tricks out of his hole, painting his entrance white with cum.
Lance can’t ignore Keith’s heated stare at the display. He even catches his mouth slightly parted as cum slowly rolls down to his butt and over his thighs. Lance suppresses his giggles, he wouldn’t mind another round in a few minutes, Keith could clearly rock his word until he was delirious with pleasure.
Before he could comment on it, there’s a faint purple light. Lance looks down and sees the glow emanating from his tattoo. The printed flower has a muted purple color, except for the bottom part, it was filled with a neon shade of the same color. Lance carefully traces the drawing, eyes catching onto the hue.
“What did Regris say?” Keith mutters under his breath. Lance turns back to him, hand still covering his chest. Their gazes lock once more and there’s an unspoken agreement there. Lance wonders how he’s going to survive the night. “About the mark needing to-”
“It...” Lance interrupts him, cheeks ablaze. Despite everything they did and said a few minutes ago, the prospect of all of that repeating until the poison faded away made Lance embarrassed. “Needs to be filled up.”
Keith nods once and carefully comes closer. He leans forward to grab something from his night stand. Lance watches him shift and lean back, his eyes widen in fascination as Keith carefully pulls his hair back in a ponytail. Oh fuck , his wildest fantasies are about to come true now. He’s never going to be able to look at Keith combing his hair without thinking of this.
“Then,” Keith adds, hands now coming to rest over Lance’s waist. “Let’s get to work shall we?”
Lance’s yell is lost against the covers as Keith flips him down. He’s on his knees, as Keith slowly pulls his hips up, ass in the air and clenching against nothing. Keith isn’t even inside of him and Lance is already moaning against the sheets. Keith’s fingers pull his ass cheeks apart, the cum stored inside flowing down Lance’s legs.
“Can’t wait to get inside you again.” Keith says, his voice sending shivers down Lance’s spine. There’s a tug from the back of his head, Keith’s fingers curling around his hair and the action alone is making Lance moan again. He turns his head back, eyes instantly finding Keith’s as he says, “I’m gonna stuff you full until that mark vanishes from your skin.”
Lance’s moans get lost over the covers, face scrunched up in pleasure as Keith’s cock pushes back inside.
“So we got the flower for nothing?”
Lance turned away from Pidge’s glare.
“Yeah.” Keith said for the two of them. They are lounging in the living room now, Lance in a cocoon of blankets over by the sofas, Keith curled next to him, head propped over his lap. Lance has to suppress a smile as he combs his fingers over his jet-black hair, giggling at Keith’s content hum. “The toxins left his body yesterday.”
It had been a wild three days. Turns out that the tattoo required a lot of cum to completely leave his skin anew. Lance lost the count after Keith had given him five orgasms consecutively, tears no left to be shed and voice hoarse. His ass hurt like a motherfucker, even now lying next to Keith is a struggle. His legs still wobble like a newborn calf, Keith opting to carry him around the castle everywhere. It was an endearing sight to see.
“You could’ve warned us!” Pidge yells, Allura and Hunk nodding along.
“Didn’t have time.” Keith answers back, melting at Lance’s every touch, almost like a cat curling up against his owner. Lance scratched behind his ears and he swears he could hear purring coming from Keith’s chest.
“Too busy marking up your boyfriend.” Shiro hisses above them, placing a glass case with a flower similar to a Nightshade. Lance says nothing, a smile still giving him away. They never discussed their ‘relationship’ status after such rough nights of coupling, but Lance felt he didn’t have to worry about anything.
He loved Keith, as simple as that. And he was sure that Keith knew it, and was convinced of it. Keith who rescued him time and time again from the brink of death and never once questioned his intentions or feelings. Lance was sure of his feelings and he was also sure they were reciprocated. Keith’s actions spoke a thousand truths to him. They all screamed their love to him. Lance could only accept them with the same kindness and passion.
“Told you we should’ve warned them sooner.” Lance whispers after the team had left them alone. Keith grumbles again, burrowing deeper against this stomach. Lance’s chuckles echo in the room as he keeps combing Keith’s hair, softly humming for the two of them. He’s sleepy, eyelids drooping but his fingers keep moving, searching Keith’s skin again and again.
“Wanted to be alone with you.” Keith grumbles back, voice muffled and ears pink at the sight. Lance has to bite on his lips to keep his own blushing at bay. This new openness coming from Keith was really something, he’s been confessing truths left and right that Lance never dreamed to hear. ‘I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life.’ Keith had said after their first night of sex, hair matted and reeking of their previous activities. Lance had to kiss him silly afterwards, sending them both into another round of blinding orgasms.
“When are you leaving?”
It was implicit, Keith’s inevitable departure. Kolivan and Regris had given them their time alone, the two of them heading back to their base but still leaving back one of their pods for Keith. Lance wanted to enjoy whatever time he had left with Keith, whether that was lounging around or wrapped up in his sheets, he didn’t care.
He thought of pleading with him to stay, but Lance couldn’t do that to him. Keith had his own demons to fight and Lance’s love and devotion wouldn’t satisfy either of them. He’d come to terms with it now. He’d wait for Keith until his last breath, waiting with open arms when he returned safely back to him.
“Tomorrow probably.”
Keith leans back to look up at him, eyes pensive and searching for something. Lance quirks his eyebrow, stopping his petting as he searches into that gaze. Keith opens his mouth, as if to say something, but stops himself. He carefully sits up, face hovering above Lance’s before he connects their lips in a sweet kiss. Short and chaste and everything Lance would have wanted.
“I love you.” Keith says once they part. Lance laughs and Keith is quick to add, “You know that right?”
“Of course I do.” He confesses, as easy as breathing. Keith’s smile makes him swoon, Lance has such a beautiful boyfriend, “I love you too. Just come and visit me more often, okay?”
Keith curses and presses in for another kiss. And then another, and another. Their lips are rosy and cheeks tinted pink when they part. Lance giggles, blanket hanging off his shoulders as Keith presses closer. They both tumble back into the couch, Keith cuddling against him, breathing in his scent and legs tangling together.
“You’re not getting away from me ever again.” Keith mutters, “I’ll come running whenever you want.”
“Sounds like a plan.”