(Read at your own risk. Yaoi, boyxboy, nsfw, sex, whatever it is you want to call it is in this chapter. Just a warning.)

Keith paced in the training deck. He was going to train more, but anxiety crept up and clawed at his chest. The device with the message from the day before... Scared him. It was reminding him to choose either his friend's deaths, or betraying them. Pidge is the only one who knows, and the only one who will know.

He made a pitiful, sorrowful noise as he slumped to the floor, leaning against the wall. What on Earth was he supposed to do? Which choice was right? Was he an awful person for choosing-?

"Keith?"

Said paladin looked up, Lance standing just a meter or so away. The blue paladin sighed, lowering himself to sit beside Keith. "What's going on in that purple head, now?"

Keith blinked, then looked down at his hands. They were purple, and his eyesight was tinged yellow. "Oh... I was... I just was..."

Lance wrapped his arm around Keith's shoulders and drew him closer. "Nevermind. You don't have to say if you don't want, but you're not alone. We'll always be here for you." Keith didn't respond. He just nuzzled closer to Lance. Did he always smell this good? "I noticed you and Pidge talking this morning. When did you guys suddenly get so close?" Keith was now hardly paying attention to whatever Lance was talking about. His body was suddenly warm and yearned to be closer to the taller paladin. Keith tightened his fist, gripping Lance's jacket. "Keith? Are you okay?"

While he was lost in a daze, thinking about touching and kissing Lance, he had started panting softly, face flushed and hot. "Lance..."

"Are you sick?" Lance raised his hand to feel Keith's forehead, but the red paladin snatched his wrist and tossed his leg over Lance's crossed legs. Lance gasped, eyes widening as Keith straddled him, and the half-lidded gaze the smaller paladin gave him sent chills running down his spine. "Keith..?"

Quickly, without a thought, Keith lounged forward and crushed their mouths together, fisting Lance's hair to keep them together. Lance gripped Keith's waist, confused but terribly turned on by Keith's abrupt actions. The red paladin's ears flattened and twitched as he rubbed their bodies together, wanting more heat. He barely pulled away for air for a heartbeat before their mouths connected once more.

Lance nipped and tugged and sucked on Keith's lip, bringing soft moans from Keith's throat as well as deep purrs. Lance chuckled, but skipped the teasing that was sure to come soon after this to suck on Keith's tongue.

Lance's fingers hiked up Keith's shirt and dug into his fur, his skin tingling. Lance pulled away, only to then attack Keith's fading neck with kisses and nips and sucking. Keith gasped and moaned, tugging on Lance's hair for more.

The red paladin saw his fingers fading from purple to his normal, pale skin tone. He sighed, head lolling to allow Lance more access. "Lance... Lance, anyone could- hmn- see us..."

"Let them," Lance breathed out, grip tightening on his waist.

Keith whined softly, Lance biting down gently on his collar bone that was now its normal pale color. "No... No, a room... A room..."

Lance huffed, but then lifted both himself and Keith with ease. Keith's legs tightened around Lance's hips and his arms tightened around Lance's head. "Fine," he puffed, eyes narrowing at Keith, "but my room." Keith nodded eagerly. Lance stumbled through the hallway, accidentally dropping Keith some ways through.

Luckily, Keith reacted quickly, landing on his feet and keeping his arms locked tight around Lance's shoulders. "Lance." Keith smiled as the blue paladin grumbled.

The two finally stumbled into Lance's room, mouths smacking together and fingers tugging anxiously at clothing and hair. Lance pushed Keith back, causing the paladin to fall back into the bed. The red paladin beckoned Lance onto him with open arms. The blue paladin crawled over Keith after making sure his door was locked.

Keith released a breathy moan as Lance knead his fingers into his pale skin. "Lance!" The blue paladin quickly quieted Keith, swallowing his moans and gasps. Keith curled his fingers in Lance's hair. He pulled back. "Lance... Clothes, off..." The red paladin reached down and tugged on Lance's jacket. "Lance..."

The blue paladin shifted all his weight on his knees and he shrugged off his cargo jacket, then yanked his shirt off. Keith tugged him back down, smashing their mouths together. Lance pushed Keith further back on the bed to keep them both from falling off or slipping. Lance curled his fingers into the hem of Keith's shirt and pulled the fabric over the smaller paladin's head. Keith did not enjoy that rush of cool air, so he pressed his body as close to Lance's as possible. Lance snickered, thinking about how Keith was too damn cute and too fucking sexy at the same time.

"Why're you makin' me to all the damn work?" Lance grumbled as his slim fingers fumbled with Keith's belt.

"Shut the hell up and kiss me, you idiot."

Lance complied without a fuss, shuffling Keith's pants off, as well as his boots and socks. Lance kicked off his shoes somewhere by Keith's, hooking his thumbs in the band of Keith's boxers. The red paladin wanted the tightness around his groin gone. He tugged on Lance's hair, biting back whining noises. "Lance..."

Instead of doing what he knew Keith wanted, Lance released the elastic and teased the sensitive inside of Keith's thighs with his fingertips. Lance smirked as Keith squirmed underneath him. "F-fuck! Lance!" Lance only laughed and continued to tease Keith's skin with his teeth and fingers. It felt good, but it really wasn't what Keith wanted. "You asshole jerk!"

Lance laughed louder, pausing his actions. "That doesn't make any sense, Keith." The red paladin glared at Lance, but pulled him closer still.

"Fuck you." He growled, ears flattening against his head.

The blue paladin wiggled his brows. "Isn't that exactly what you're doing?" Keith blinked, then flushed in embarrassment. Lance laughed, then tenderly pressed his lips against Keith's. "I love you, Keith."

Keith smiled against Lance's lips. "I love you, too, you idiot. Now hurry up and fuck me already."

"Geez, you sure do know how to kill the romantic mood," Lance muttered, pouting slightly as he kicked off his jeans. "I guess I'll just have to be more romantic later, hm?" Lance returned to treating Keith's neck and chest with kisses and nips. Keith loved the feel of Lance's teeth scraping over his skin, but Keith has got to get his own marks on Lance. There was no way in hell Keith was going to let Lance get away from this without a mark.

With whatever strength he could muster, Keith shoved Lance and rolled over at the same time, surprising the blue blue paladin with the sudden position change.

Keith crushed his lips against Lance's, then caught Lance's bottom lip between his teeth. Keith gazed down into Lance's eyes. Lance gripped Keith's thighs, his fingers hiking up Keith's boxers.

"Fuck!" Lance hissed as Keith latched onto his neck, sucking and and teasing. However proud Keith was of his accomplishment, it was short lived as he was taken by surprise.

Lance flipped them over once more and pinned Keith into the mattress. "I'm in charge, here."

Keith gulped, eyes widening an ears perking at the demanding, lustful, husky voice that came from Lance's mouth. If he wasn't already hot and bothered...

"I'm feeling generous, so I won't punish you this time." Lance pressed his face into Keith's neck, fingers digging into the smaller male's hips. "Next time, I won't be so nice."

I somehow doubt that, Keith mused in his head, gasping softly as Lance palmed his erection over the fabric of his boxers. This asshole lied! He is fucking punishing me!

Keith pulled on Lance's hair, his back arching and crotch pushing into Lance's palm. "Lance!"

Said paladin chuckled deeply, then slowly pulled the fabric down Keith's legs. "You should shave your legs."

"What the fuck good would that do!?" Keith snapped, needing Lance to hurry the fuck up!

"You have nice legs, so you should shave all this gross leg hair." Lance trailed kisses down Keith's neck. "You're legs are probably nice and smooth under all this."

"Fuck me, damnit!" Keith tried forcing Lance's boxers off with his feet, but was hardly successful. "I'm half Galra! If I did shave, you wouldn't fucking know under all the damn fur- ah!"

Keith threw his head back, a hot finger prodding and sliding into his hole. "Lance!"

Lance pumped his finger, only two knuckles deep. "Wow... This isn't human," he mused, mostly to himself. "I'm pretty sure guys don't get so wet and slick like this down there." Keith whined as Lance added a second finger. "Must be a Galra thing. I kinda like it. Natural lube."

"Sh-shut up..." Keith voice was shaking, as well as his body. He clung to Lance, clenching as three fingers curled inside of him. Keith could hardly breathe, biting back tears that built in his eyes. He's felt worse pains, why is he tearing up over this?

An involuntary whine slipped through Keith's lips when Lance pulled his fingers out. Lance finally got rid of the last article of clothing and grabbed Keith's hips. "Okay," Lance breathed out, eyes on Keith's flushed face, "you ready?"

"Am I ready!?" Keith snapped, thighs tightening around Lance's waist. "I've been ready! You're the asshole- ah!" Keith cried out, back arching and head jerking back as he was so abruptly filled by Lance. "Lance!"

The blue paladin lay still on top of the squirming red paladin, tightly holding Keith's hips in place. "Keith..." Lance whispered, panting softly as he pressed his cheek to the side of Keith's head.

Keith whimpered and nuzzled into Lance, ears pressed flat against his head and a few stray tears slipped down his skin and into his hairline. "I... I wasn't... As ready... As I thought..."

Lance smiled, somehow not already thinking about how he could use this to tease Keith later. "I'm going to move... Okay?" Keith slowly nodded. Almost carefully, Lance began to rock his hips.

Keith gasped and moaned softly, steadily becoming accustomed to Lance. "Lance... Lance..." Keith repeated like a mantra, fingers curling in Lance's hair and toes curling as the cool air didn't bother him so much anymore. "Lance..."

"Keith," Lance murmured in return, steadily picking up pace. Moans grew to cries as an especially hard thrust made contact with a spot that sent waves of pleasure Keith didn't know possible until then.

"Lance!" He felt so good and only wanted more, even if it was painful. "Lance!" He didn't even care if anyone heard them. He'd probably care later when Hunk was burying his red face in his hands, Pidge smirking and teasing and Shiro awkward and stiff, but he didn't right now.

Keith let out a foreign, pleased noise as Lance freed one hand to wrap around and pump Keith's nearly forgotten dick. "Lance!" Keith nearly screamed, it all felt so good. His stomach became tight and his whole body tingled. He didn't want to release yet. He wanted more.

But he couldn't hold out. Keith screamed for Lance, the knot in the pit of his stomach unravelling and his back arching.

Lance couldn't hold it either. Lance released Keith's hip and dick to steady himself, both panting heavily. Keith's grip loosened until his hands fell onto the pillow on either side of his head. He felt the beginnings of an ache in his thighs and hips. Keith was probably going to have a lot of bruising. He was still slightly dizzy, not really registering anything until he felt Lance move.

"No..." Keith barely heard himself speak, but Lance paused anyway. "Stay... Stay in..."

Lance complied, shifting up before his arms gave out from under him. Both grunted, but neither moved. After several moments of catching breath, Lance reached down and tugged the sheets and blanket up to cover their nude bodies.

"Thanks," Keith breathed out, Lance rolling off him and onto his side. Lance nodded, gently pulling Keith into his embrace. "I didn't think... I'd be so tired..."

Lance chuckled tiredly. "I didn't either... Let's get some sleep."

Keith nodded, tucking his head under Lance's chin. "Yeah... Good night..."

"Goodnight, Keith."