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flusteredkeith · 6 years

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This one time I was dancing with one of my good friends, and the whole time he was pestering me about how I enjoyed dancing with a different person more than him, to which I continuously denied. Anyways, eventually his pestering was too much 4 me to handle, and I just burst out "Pls just stop, ok? I probs shouldn't say this, but I actually like dancing with u a lot more, so pls accept that people like you!" to which he replied, " Now ur gonna make me blush" Soo, um yeah. Just a little story 4 u

if this is a fic prompt… i hope you like allurance :@)

(starts with keith but i swear it’s allurance 100%)

also on ao3 | wanna buy me a latte?

“Keith, why aren’t you dancing?”

The paladin in question lifts his head just enough to give her a dead look. She would feel sorry for him if she weren’t so excited to gather the whole team together on the dance floor.

“Is there a reason I have to?” he asks.

For the past varga, Keith’s done nothing but lean against the wall in the furthest corner of the great hall with a bored expression on his face. Allura knows this behavior isn’t out of the ordinary for him, but while the rest of the paladins have been enjoying themselves out on the dance floor, she can’t help but wish the whole team could be out there together — like the big happy family they are.

“There are several,” she replies. “First of all, it’s a celebratory occasion honoring the union of three different civilizations that have been at odds with each other for over several decapheebs. Second of all, the entire team is out there and we aren’t complete without you. And lastly, you’ve already had four glasses of Nunvil. You have no excuse.”

Keith frowns, clearly not in agreement with any of the above Allura has just said. But regardless of how he feels, Allura won’t take no for an answer. Reaching out and grabbing his wrists, she walks backwards, pulling Keith with her towards the center of the room.

“Let — me — go,” Keith growls through gritted teeth as he tries to wriggle out of her grip. Fortunately for Allura, she’s stronger than all of the paladins combined — excluding Hunk, who would add an unfair advantage to the others — so it takes no effort for her to drag him out to the dance floor.

Once they’re out there, she releases her grip on Keith and elbows him in the ribs.

“Let’s dance,” she commands with a smile. Keith folds his arms and scowls up at the ceiling.

“Come on, you can do it!” Allura grabs his hands and starts swaying them to the music, her head bobbing along with the beat.

Somehow, over the last few quintants, Lance and Pidge had managed to teach the Olkarians how to create a machine he had termed “an audio sound system.” Although Allura’s never heard anything like this Earth music before, she has to admit, it’s incredibly fun and causes something within her to simply move.

As the current song continues, Keith starts to relax slightly, but doesn’t quite lose himself to the music. Allura smirks. It’s a start. With a wide grin, she begins to inch them closer to the middle of the floor where Shiro, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge are dancing.

“Look who I brought,” she tells them, twirling Keith into their midst.

“Whoo, awesome!” Hunk exclaims, throwing his arms around Keith and pulling him into their circle. Shiro and Pidge clap their hands and cheer as all three of them proceed to crowd in on Keith. Allura pounces in with the rest of them, exhilaration bubbling from the pit of her stomach as she laughs at Keith’s startled expression.

Here in the center of the dance floor, surrounded by everyone she loves, the music feels closer. Allura loses herself in the beat, each pound of the bass sending an explosion of ripples vibrating loudly throughout her chest.

“Having fun?” she yells at Keith. She can hardly breathe from all the excitement — her cheeks hurt from smiling so much and her ears burn feverishly hot but she’s having way too much fun to care.

And then suddenly, without warning, a hand grabs her wrist and pulls her out of the circle. Stumbling out of formation, Allura loses her grounding and grabs onto the closest thing she can for support.

Steadying herself with her hand on someone’s shoulder, she looks up and finds herself staring into ocean blue eyes.

“Hi,” Lance says, his voice low, close.

He’s got one hand still on her wrist and the other on her waist and as he pulls her in closer, she forgets how to breathe.

“H-hello,” she returns. It’s only now as he scowls down at her that she realizes Lance had slipped out of the circle a few ticks ago.

“Why does Keith get to dance solo with you?” he asks.

“He was alone!” she protests over the music. “We needed to have the team all together!”

“He still got to dance with you on his own,” Lance pouts. “I’ve asked you to dance like five times today.”

It’s true. Over the course of the last four vargas, Lance has tried asking her to dance several times. The first two times, she’d still been eating and was determined to finish her meal. The other three times, she had wanted to bond with the rest of the group as a team for just a little bit longer.

“You’re being ridiculous,” she says, pulling her wrist out of his grip. To appease him, she starts moving her body to the beat. “I’m dancing with you now.”

“Mm,” Lance hums in a negative tone as he reluctantly starts dancing too. “Only after I dragged you out.”

“Don’t be silly,” she says, elbowing him in the ribs. “I like dancing with you.”

“Really? Are you sure I’m not second choice?” Lance intones sarcastically. “You danced with Keith voluntarily.”

“Yes, but that’s different,” Allura frowns, her stomach twisting into knots. The idea of dancing with Keith doesn’t make her heart jump dangerously out of her chest. Lance, on the other hand…

“How?”

Allura feels her cheeks heat up. She looks down at the floor at once, eyes trained on the movement of their dancing feet.

If she’s honest with herself, in all of the five times that Lance had asked her to dance, she had merely used food and team bonding as an excuse to avoid exposing herself to the frightening possibility that she might have a certain type of emotional reaction to being in such close proximity to him. Dancing can be an intimate thing, and she’s not sure if she’s ready to discover what that means for them.

“It just is.”

Lance narrows his eyes.

“Okay, alright,” he says, throwing his hands up. “I get it. I’m not the first choice. Am I even the second choice? Actually, you know what — I don’t even want to know.”

He starts to back away from her but she reaches out and grabs his wrist.

“Fine,” she snaps, pulling him back, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. “If you really must know, the only reason I didn’t want to dance with you earlier is because — because…”

He continues to stare down at her with pursed lips and dubious eyes. Allura forces herself to hold his gaze.

“Because you make me really nervous.”

Lance’s jaw drops. As if right on cue, the upbeat music from earlier fades away, only to be replaced by something slower.

“Come again?” Lance asks, blinking.

“Don’t make me say it again,” she says, eyes shifting upwards. Several people start tapering off the dance floor, leaving Lance and Allura and a few other stragglers in the center of the room.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Lance smirks. “I wasn’t sure if I heard you correctly over the loud music.”

With a great roll of her eyes, she places one hand on his shoulder and interlaces their fingers with the other. Pulling him close, she tilts her head up and levels her mouth with his ear.

“You make me really nervous,” she murmurs.

“Allura? Nervous? Around me?” he grins. “You’re making me blush.”

Allura can’t help but laugh.

“This is an old Altean song,” she tells him, nostalgia filling up her lungs. “It’s traditional for these celebratory occasions. Coran probably picked it out.”

“Huh, interesting,” he says, paying attention to the music. “It’s nice. I like it.”

“I assume you don’t know how to dance the classic Altean waltz?” she asks.

Lance gives her a smug smile, a familiar mischievous glint lighting up in his eyes.

“Actually, I’ve been taking lessons from Coran.”

“Really?” she raises an eyebrow, taken aback. “Why?”

The image of Lance and Coran waltzing together suddenly flashes across her mind. She tries hard not to giggle.

“Oh, you know,” Lance replies airily. “Just in case some lovely Altean Princess finally decides she wants to dance with a handsome man like me.”

Allura has to fight the color that rises into her cheeks at once. With a cough, she gives him an expectant look.

“So, you know how to start, then.”

Lance’s grin widens as he grips her hand tighter.

“Yup. Just follow my lead.”

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banditywrites · 7 years

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The Helpless Dark

Created for Voltron Whump Week

Prompt: Day 3- Blood loss

Summary: Lance gets trapped and has to wait for rescue, but he’s not as alone as he thought.

Notes: This turned out way more... cute than I meant it to. Please excuse mistakes.

Warnings for injuries, blood and being trapped.

The Helpless Dark

Lance awoke to darkness and pain. Instinctively, he put both of his arms out in front of him. However, only his left arm actually moved.

His right arm stayed very firmly beneath the rock it was currently under.

They had been fighting the Galra for the liberty of a planet and a battle had broken out right over a large city. The Piylens were a very collectivist people and they all lived together in huge communities. They were a tall people; with skin that was reddish and more reptilian in nature. They had bright, golden eyes that Lance had remarked on several times. The team had only known the Piylens for a few days, but they had already formed a strong bond with them.

Lance had been evacuating some civilians to an underground bunker. He was supposed to join the fight with Blue, but he just needed to be sure everyone was out. There had been a lot of families to move. He couldn't risk leaving anyone behind.

He didn't remember what had happened exactly, but he assumed the building he had been searching through was hit with a bomb blast.

Lance activated his full face shield and greedily gulped in oxygen. It was a relief, though it didn't seem to be working as effectively as usual. His helmet was most likely broken and air was escaping through a crack somewhere.

His armor was still glowing faintly, giving his surroundings a blue tinge. Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot to see. Rocks pressed in all around him. His left arm, chest and face were free, but his right arm just disappeared under the boulder that pressed into his shoulder. His legs were stuck and he couldn't sit up at all to see what had happened there. All he knew was that he couldn't move his lower half.

Lance feebly tried to push the rock off his shoulder. It didn't budge. His bayard was... somewhere. Lost under the rubble. Fear of the apparent hopelessness of the situation crept into his mind. This wasn't looking good. He couldn't see how bad it was. What if his arm was completely crushed? What if it wasn't even there?

With all of his might, Lance scrabbled at the rock, trying to lift it just a fraction of an inch. He reached back behind his shoulder as best he could. Maybe he could remove debris from underneath his arm and that would give him the space to move. His hand slipped, fingers sliding futilely over his armor.

Lance pulled his hand back; saw the dark that now coated his fingertips.

Blood.

His fingers were slick with his own blood.

Lance felt like his oxygen supply stopped working all at once.

Lance turned, tried to see where the blood was coming from. He then realized that he could feel a dampness creeping along his shoulder blade, settling in the middle of his back. Blood was pooling inside his armor, draining out of him and soaking his skin.

Lance fought back a wave of nausea.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

The others would come for him. They knew where he was.

Right?

Lance recalled Shiro shouting at him to get to his Lion. Lance had agreed, but then he had turned and he saw fear and confusion amongst the people. So he ran in the opposite direction of Blue. Trying to make sure everyone had gotten out. He knew there was an area nearby where kids played, so he had run there. That must have been when everything had come down around him.

They didn't know where he was.

"Shiro? You copy?" Lance's voice shook. "Shiro? Hunk?" Lance swallowed down the sick feeling climbing up his throat. "Pidge? Keith?"

There was only static that answered him.

"Anyone hear me?" Lance choked out. Tears had formed in his eyes long ago and they now began slipping out of the corners of his eyes and into his hairline. Stay calm. They will come for you. They won't leave you. Lance repeated the words to himself over and over. Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm.

Lance's mind wandered to his Lion. They would notice he was missing when Blue didn't join the fight at least. They must have figured out something was wrong by now. Maybe Blue would come for him. She might accidentally crush him completely when she tried to free him, but at least he wouldn't be alone.

Lance felt cold. Cold and sick and so tired now.

"Shiro?" Lance forced out. Hoping it would work this time. There was a buzzing and a click noise before the com went entirely quiet. Lance listened to the heavy silence. There was so much pain now that he wished he would just pass out again. Maybe he would. Just close his eyes and drift away… there… it didn't hurt so much now.

A sound through the rubble caught his ears. He screwed up his face in confusion. What was that? It was faint and it sounded like garbled laughing.

"He-he-hello?" Lance stammered. The noise grew a little bit louder.

Crying.

Someone was crying close by.

Oh.

"H-hey, can you hear me?" Lance strained to speak as loudly as he could. He struggled to pull enough air into his lungs to speak. "Hello? Someone there?"

The crying halted and then the smallest voice sounded in the dark.

"I'm h-h-he-here." There was a gasping breath and the crying continued.

That was a little kid. There was a little kid stuck under here with him somewhere.

"Okay. H-hey, it's okay." Lance fought hard to keep his voice even.

"Dark!" The child wailed.

"Oh, I know, but it's okay. Just take a deep belly breath, alright?"

Lance paused and listened as the crying noises abated. He wished he could tell where the child was, he didn't know where he should be pitching his voice.

"It's going to be okay. My name is Lance. I'm a paladin of Voltron, what's your name?"

"Rai."

"Yeah? Okay. Rai, are you hurt? Can you move at all?"

"My foot is stuck!" Rai began crying on the last word and Lance winced at the sound.

"Hey, hey," Lance felt so cold now. "Don't cry. Look do you see any light around? Maybe some light from outside?"

There was a long pause where the crying tapered off again.

"There's a little light."

"Yeah? Can you reach it at all?"

"Maybe..." There was a pause and a scuffling noise. "Got my foot out." The boy sounded pleased with himself. "Took my boot off."

"That's good," Lance remarked absently. At least one of them could move. "Can you get to the light?"

Maybe the kid could get out and go for help.

"Yes." There was the sound of rock shifting and suddenly the stones beside Lance moved and rolled from their precarious position. Startled, Lance gasped and stared as golden eyes peered at him through the dark. Oh, that's where the kid was.

"You're a light!" Rai exclaimed. Lance mentally swore and he forced himself to not look completely broken over this turn of events.

The boy inched forward until he could delicately move his fingers along Lance's armor. The soft, blue light lit up the boy's face. Besides a few scrapes, this kid didn't appear to be hurt. Lance felt the last of his energy starting to drain, he hoped the boy wouldn't see the blood.

"You glow up," the child murmured, studying Lance's armor closely. Lance grimaced at the way he phrased it. It sounded too much like ‘blow up.’ Which was also true. Lance had gone and gotten himself blown up.

Lance was starting to feel numb and their safe pocket between the rocks seemed to grow darker.

He didn't want to die.

He didn't want to die in front of this child.

He couldn't really see, but he thought Rai was staring intently at his face. Waiting for Lance to do something useful.

"You're stuck?" Rai whispered. Lance swallowed hard.

"Don't worry. My friends will come to get us... Why don't you talk about something?" Lance forced out. "You know any songs?"

"Yes." Came the hesitant reply.

"Could you sing one? I'd like to hear it."

After a moment of quiet, Rai set his head upon Lance's chest and started humming something deep and low. Lance stopped himself from crying out over the added pressure. He wouldn't scare this kid. He wasn't going to do that.

As the humming continued in a different pitch, it occurred to Lance that these people didn't have songs in the usual sense. It was more like throat singing. Still, it became oddly soothing as it reverberated through his chest and bones. Lance moved his arm so that it rested on the boy's back. Maybe they could both find comfort in the gesture.

The humming went on and Lance was surprised when he realized he didn't even feel the pressure anymore. He didn’t feel anything.

The pain faded away completely and then everything else did too.

-0-0-0-0-

At certain frequencies, sound can encourage healing. At least, that is what Coran told Lance when he finally woke up from a pod.

"How did you know the Piylens could do that? It's not something they share with outsiders." Coran was looking at him with a kind of awe. Lance was pretty sure he didn’t deserve that look.

Lance shook his head. "I was trying to keep him from being afraid." He had just been trying to keep them both calm. "I didn't know anything."

Once again, Lance had made it through by pure dumb luck. They had taken vargas to find Lance, buried under all the rubble. Once they had his approximate location, digging him out had been slow and tedious. By the time they found him, he had lost a lot of blood and if it hadn't been for Rai and his healing humming... well, nobody discussed that scenario. Lance’s arm had been broken badly and his legs had been in similar shape. His spine had been alright, but the rest of it sounded awful. He was actually glad he wasn’t conscious for that part, but he felt bad that Rai had to be awake for it all. It had probably been scary. Lance wanted to thank the kid, thank his family too, but by the time Lance was out of the pod, the castleship was already far from the Piylens' planet.

"Are you alright, Lance?" Hunk asked him later. They had finished their evening meal and Hunk had found Lance stretched out on the floor of an observation deck, staring blankly out at the passing stars.

"Yeah,” Lance answered flatly.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just... I wish I could have been more useful. And I didn’t even get to say bye to that kid or thank him. I should have."

Hunk studied his friend. Lance had been down ever since he got out of the pod. It wasn’t right. Especially since everyone was so relieved and happy that Lance was okay.

"You know, that kid Rai told everyone that you were really nice. He said you were a ‘good glow light.’"

Lance snorted.

"Lance, paladin of Voltron, nightlight of the universe.” Lance smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"Sounds pretty catchy to me."

Lance shook his head and continued looking out the large window of the observation deck.

"You know," Hunk started. "We only found that kid because you were with him."

Lance turned to his friend with wide eyes.

"We were looking for you. Nobody knew that kid was there. So if it wasn't for you, he probably would not have been found for days. It would have been too late... The Piylens need light to survive. They can't be in the dark for too long, it messes with their body temperature. So when he called you a good glow light, I think it was the best compliment he had."

"I didn't realize..."

"So don't worry about not thanking him. You saved each other."

Lance stared out the window in contemplation. He then shut his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling some of his tension and anxiety start to dissipate.

"Thanks, Hunk," Lance muttered as he let his body slowly relax. He was still so tired, he'd probably fall asleep right there on the floor.

"You're welcome."

Lance yawned and stretched his arms above his head. As he watched Lance drift off to sleep, Hunk was able to let go of his own worry as well. One of these days, maybe Lance would stop scaring them all like this. Lance let out a loud snore and Hunk smiled at how peaceful his friend now looked. It was good. Lance deserved to rest.

Nightlight of the universe, indeed.

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fizzyren · 7 years

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symbiosis

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(for this beautiful, wonderful piece) (also, cross posted on AO3, plz love me there)

Warnings: dubcon, kabeshiri (stuck in a wall), some aliens messin w the boys, therefore sex pollen as well, over 2k of smutty times

“We’re in space. Dealing with critical matters and saving civilizations. We literally don’t have days to go off of or follow, you didn’t have to do anything…”

“It’s your birthday, Shiro! How could I not get you anything?” Keith held out the soft black ribbon in his hands, watching Shiro in front of him eagerly.

Shiro was a little more than suspicious; Keith usually gave gifts upfront, and nothing ever bigger than what could fit in his hands.

So now, with Keith telling him his gift was stationary, that Shiro had to go to his gift and not the other way around, he was getting worried. More worried on top of the fact that they really should be focusing on the outbreak of some alien fungus in the castle. It was a serious matter, not one that should be brushed aside for birthdays.

“Keith. We really aren’t supposed to be wandering around. I know this is important but Allura said we needed to stay in our rooms for a while until she could scan the entire ship for-”

“Shiro,” Keith cut him off, stepping forward and putting a hand on his shoulder “you trust me right?” After having Shiro nod, he continued. “Then you know I would never put you in danger, right?” Another nod. “I asked Allura to scan some areas beforehand; it’s safe where we’re going.”

With Keith’s reassurances, sounding gentle and confident, Shiro couldn’t deny Keith anymore. He sighed, finally ducking his head.

“Fine, then. I trust you.” Shiro closed his eyes after seeing excitement sparkle in Keith’s own. Moments later he felt the blindfold go over his eyes, assuring he couldn’t peek at where they were going or his supposed gift too early. Keith took Shiro’s arm gently, beginning to walk without so much of an affirmation from Shiro.

It wasn’t long before they were at a standstill, Keith telling him to not move while his footsteps drifted a ways ahead of them. Shiro stood there impatiently, ready to ask Keith if he could take the blindfold off when suddenly he was being guided forward, Keith’s hands taking both of his own.

“Do whatever you want, alright? Lance and I worked hard for this, it took us a long time to plan for.” Keith whispered, like they were sharing some secret. Shiro blinked in confusion, eyebrows drawing together when Keith guided his hand down and his fingertips touched warm skin. Curiously, Shiro flattened his hand and slid his touch up. A muffled, barely there moan floated to his ears and he stopped, there was no way that Keith would- that this…

“Keith…”

“Don’t worry, Shiro. Remember? Don’t let our hard work be for nothing.”

Keith said, softly and holding a threat under his tone. Finally, his fingers went behind Shiro’s head and undid the blindfold.

The first thing Shiro saw was the wall, right there in front of him. He was rather confused until he looked down, saw the messy words markered onto the wall: Happy B-Day Shiro!!!

He felt his chest grow tight as well as his pants. Those words weren’t what made Shiro’s throat close up, no no. The dark skin directly under those words did.

It was obviously Lance, or really his ass, but it was still distinguishable that the muscled legs and round ass presented to him couldn’t have been anyone else.

He saw Lance’s hands, somehow stuck next to his hips, curled into gentle fists. Shiro’s next immediate thought was how they got Lance in the wall like this, and if he was okay.

Keith’s hand on his shoulder startled him. In shock, Shiro turned back to look at Keith, who was now grinning, hiding how nervous he really was.

“You like it?” He asked meekly, eyes darting down over Shiro’s shoulder to look at Lance.

How was he going reply to that? What should he say? What could he say?

Shiro’s silence didn’t stop Keith at all; his hands smoothed over Shiro’s hips and then up to his chest, beginning to unzip his vest. He rolled up on his toes, pressing in close behind Shiro to kiss him.

“Don’t wait,” Keith mumbled, lips warm against Shiro’s, “he’s ready for you.”

Shiro’s attention shifted, turning back to look down at Lance. He took a hand and grabbed under a soft cheek, thumb rough in pulling it to the side. Shiro almost groaned at the sight. Keith had obviously done some work here. The simple silver buttplug inside of Lance looked small, practically slipping with lube, enough for it to drip down to Lance’s balls and then lazily to the floor. The surrounding skin glistened with the slickness.

“God, Keith. How did you even get him like this?”

Keith gave no answer, instead his hands continued to undo the clothes Shiro had on, already palming between his legs, getting him interested. But damn if he wasn’t interested the moment the blindfold had come off. What if someone came around and saw them like this, he suddenly thought? What if Allura checked the video feeds in the control room and saw them, they were out in the middle of the hallway. Knowing they could get caught just added to the thrill, made Shiro’s blood pump faster; it reminded him of the days back at the garrison and having to sneak around teachers and guards.

Shiro’s head fell back with a groan when Keith finally wrapped his fingers around his cock, thumb swiping over the slit of his cock to smear the pre-cum beading up there. Shiro braced his prosthetic arm against the wall, grunting as he thrusted his hips forward into the tight circle of Keith’s hand. He felt lips on the back of his neck, a soft touch that he’s felt more than enough times in bed before with Keith. Keith was holding back, patiently waiting for Shiro to do something, to tell him if he was okay or not.

“This is incredible, Keith.” He sighed, hastily using his free hand to take hold of the plug inside Lance and twist it, gently trying to ease it out. He wanted to be inside of Lance. Now.

He and Keith had talked about including the blue paladin in their relationship for quite some time. Shiro couldn’t deny the warmth Lance made him feel in his chest, especially not when Lance blushed and preened over every ‘good job!’ And 'nice, Lance!’ that he got from the leader.

And here he was, dripping wet and ready to be fucked. With a final twist he eased the plug out of Lance and dropped it to the floor, fingers dipping into the soft and puffy hole before him, earning him a barely audible whimper.

Lance was incredibly hot inside, smooth and fluttering around his teasing fingertips. Lance’s hands twisted softly next to him but it seemed he couldn’t move them anymore than that.

Keith bumped up behind him, ground the hard tent in his pants against Shiro’s ass. “Go on, Shiro. Fuck him.”

His voice sounded rough, needy as he kept egging Shiro on close and closer. And really, who was Shiro to say no to that. He slipped his fingers free, using the lube left over on his skin to slick his cock before stepping in closer. Keith never let go, continued to pump him smoothly at the base of his cock while Shiro’s thumb guided the head into Lance. His groan came back to him, higher and muffled on the other side of the wall.

“Holy- oh fuck -”

The small breathless voice from behind the wall was tight. Shiro didn’t know why he didn’t stop and check on Lance. All he knew was his body suddenly wanted more, wanted to be fully buried inside of Lance. Keith’s hand moved away when he thrust forward and Shiro slipped his hand off the wall to pull on Lance’s hip and grind them closer together.

Keith was finally pulling off the rest of his clothes, interrupting Shiro momentarily to get his shirt off before rewarding him with a slap on the hip, pushing him into Lance more. The action made Shiro jump with a surprised grunt, but he received the message clear enough.

He began to thrust slowly, unsure of how well Keith had stretched Lance but the plug was a good indicator to Shiro that the job was done well. His hips picked up speed, encouraged by Keith’s wandering hands over his chest and gentle, possessive nips and kisses over his shoulder and nape.

Shiro felt mindless with each thrust, brain stuck on one track of fucking Lance until he was satisfied. Of course that should have spread warning bells on the entire spectrum, but he was too far in to really think about it. Not now, not as he pulled Lance’s hips up and got a shout in response.

“Have fun with him. Happy birthday.” Keith whispered, finally putting something over the top of Shiro’s head before he was leaving, footsteps fading down the hall. The small string dug in under Shiro’s chin and with a breathless laugh he realized it was a party hat. The ridiculousness of it distracted him from wondering where Keith was off to.

“This is quite some gift you two put together.”

He says, picking up his pace. Lance’s feet shift on the floor, legs slightly parting more as Shiro fucks into him. He’s rough and careless, something primal in his head telling him to fuck Lance hard enough he’ll feel it later, that he’ll have marks. Marks Keith will see later, be able to see how good Lance got it.

Lance moans from the other side, speaking between gasps.

“Th-this isn’t what I- nngh! Expected when- aH! When Keith asked if I would p-pitch in for a-ahh- a birthday present!”

The end of his explanation tapers off into a keen, Lance’s knees wobbling dangerously as Shiro grinds his cockhead into his prostate. His fingers hold onto dark hips tighter, giving him a better hold as he fucks him harder, knowing that Keith planned for this. The two put so much loving preparation into this, all for him. Shiro grins.

“It’s a wonderful gift, Lance, thank you.” He chuckles breathlessly, already feeling his orgasm coiling low in his gut as Lance tightens around him. For a moment Shiro’s vision tunnels and goes blue, fading out to a dark blurry mess. His heart begins to race and something kicks back inside of him. Distantly he’s aware of Lance trying to tell him to wait when Shiro starts to pick up the pace, that he needs to have a break. His pleas fall on deaf ears. Were Shiro more attentive, he would spot the dull glowing gunk crawling down his arms, wishing to spread and infect Lance as well. But Shiro is too far gone, chasing his pleasure alone, grunts spersed between the steady hard rhythm of skin slapping against skin.

Lance suddenly cries out from the other side, legs snapping closed as he cums against the wall. His hands clench and try and yank themselves free but the wall is sturdy around him, not allowing any movement or freedom. It must be uncomfortable, not that Shiro cares at this moment. Not when Lance clenches around him and every shudder and jolt makes Shiro hotter. His forehead presses into the wall as he grunts, grinds his cock into Lance’s trembling heat and cums.

“Sh-Shiro!” Lance cries out, surprised at the sudden slippery touch on his sides, unable to think about the jets of cum being pushed into him. The fungus crawls over his skin curiously, looking for a place to settle. Lance barely gets those few seconds to become worried about what is crawling on him because Shiro isn’t done.

Hearing Lance behind the wall has Shiro’s cock twitching inside of the stuck paladin. He grinds against him gently but firmly, teeth gritting. He gulps lungfuls of air, feeling as if he’d ran a mile.

Shiro’s hands move, palming Lance’s round cheeks before pulling them apart to see him stretched around his cock.

Shiro pulls his hips away, teases the head of his cock out slow enough that Lance whines for it, twitching, hips raising up as much as the wall allows him. As much as Lance is struggling with worry and a range of other things, the heat settling in his skin is unbearable, getting worse the longer he’s empty.

“God, Shiro. Please …”

Shiro hums and hooks a thumb inside of Lance, gently spreading him so he can watch as his cum trickles out slowly.

“Want more?” He inquired, cock twitching with the thought of getting back inside Lance. It takes the blue paladin a while to reply, maybe he forgot Shiro can’t see him nod.

“Fill me up, please, Shiro. It hurts inside. I can’t-” the blue paladin cuts himself off with a stifled whine, feet shifting restlessly as he wiggles his hips, tempting Shiro. Small drops of blood drip to the floor from his hips as Shiro digs his nails in, unable to stop from plunging his cock back into Lance. He’s quick to set a punishing rhythm, accidentally smearing blood over the curve of Lance’s back when he pushes there to angle Lance better. Lance moans and gasps for more , deeper , harder Shiro fuck me harder!

In frustration, Shiro pushes his prosthetic against the wall, the desire to have all of Lance in his arms is overbearing. That niggling primal thing inside of him snarls. He tries to pull Lance’s hips to get him out of the wall but Lance only yelps in pain, hands clenching. The younger’s sobs should be something of concern but they don’t register to Shiro.

Shiro’s nearing the edge quickly and Lance’s rocking hips don’t help. He pulls out quickly, not giving Lance a chance to even whimper before he’s shoving back inside over and over until Lance is choking on his moans and crying Shiro’s name, cock dribbling cum between his legs with each thrust.

Shiro feels a growl build in his chest as he ruts his hips in closer, buries himself deep into Lance, balls aching as he cums again.

Lance’s weight leans into Shiro’s hands as his legs tremble, now relying on him to keep his hips up, despite the ache and soreness his muscles feel when Shiro grips him.

Lance has been fucked past the point of exhaustion. He hangs his head, watches sweat drop down to the floor as he pants. If he just had one of his hands free he wouldn’t be so tired, his core wouldn’t be burning like it was now. It hurts to not have something to lean his weight on, and the edge of the wall digs into his soft skin whenever he relaxes too much.

Shiro hasn’t pulled out of him, but he can still feel the warm cum slipping down the inside of his thighs. He’s about to complain until he hears footsteps. He turns his head, groaning when he sees Keith walking towards him. His eyes are a bright, unnatural shade of green, identical to the worm-like creature pleasantly curled around his arm and shoulder. He recognizes it immediately as one of the aliens from the infected planet.

Lance squirms, croaking softly for Shiro; he is unsure what good it will do him, Shiro won’t be able to find a door into this corridor in time to stop Keith from doing whatever he plans to do. Shiro’s hips jump forward, startling a gasp out of Lance.

Keith comes to stand in front of Lance, the grin on his face unfitting. Lines of blue-green matter spans up his neck from under his jacket. Lance curses himself for not realizing Keith being patient zero for the infection earlier. Keith had been the last one to leave the infested planet, he had been slow getting back to the ship, he hadn’t been there when they had a meeting about the sudden fungus beginning to spread through the ship’s air ducts; and yet afterwards he knew all about the infection and the problem they needed to address.

Keith is no longer himself, Lance easily understands, but his body still shudders at his touch. Keith’s warm fingers under his chin sends tingles run down his spine. The sticky gel on his fingers stays coated under Lance’s chin, smears over his lips and tongue when Keith shoves his fingers into his mouth.

Lance tries to pull his head away but there’s no beating the tight hand now in his hair. Shiro behind him asks a muffled question, Lance can’t hear it, too busy gagging around fingers that work too far back into his mouth.

“You will be such a pretty host.”

Is the watery voice that trickles from Keith. Instead of feeling afraid for himself, Lance feels needy. He wants Keith. He wants more of whatever he’ll give, wants to please, wants the hot itch settling back deep inside of him erased.

When Keith draws his cock from his pants, hastily unzipped and untucked, Lance’s mind goes blank. The last thing he remembers before curling his tongue under the head of Keith’s cock is Shiro beginning to fuck into him again, and he knows it’s going to be a long night.

#not sfw #sheith #shance #stuck in a wall #klance #shklance #yall know i couldnt stop myself from making this into sklance #i cant just have it be one single ship yall kno me im such a sucker for polybbys #this isnt betad btwwwwwww #voltron #my fic

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