Keith had laid both boys down on Lance's bed. Lance was flirtatious with Shiro, who was warm and cuddly with Lance. Keith stared down at them both, unsure of who to strike first.

"Take his blood first," Lance started. He was surprised with himself, but he knew what he was doing.

Keith obliged without question, licking Shiro's tender skin before sinking his fangs where we wanted them. Shiro intook cold air, and Lance began kissing him. Shiro kissed back. But as Keith began finishing up and growing thirsty for Lance, Lance bit his own wrist with a single sharp tooth (which hurt worse, but he didn't mind as much as he wanted to). He began dripping his the blood next to Shiro's bite, making sure their two blood only mixed where Keith would lick it away.

Keith savagely drank all of the droplets, not caring how bloody his face would look when he pulled away. When Shiro's wound had stopped bleeding, Keith snatched Lance's arm out of the air, startling Lance just a bit, and drinking the rest of Lance's liquid gold.

When Keith was finished, he was breathing slightly heavy from moving so quick. He'd fallen out of his natural instincts, his eyes probably looking less crazed and dazed, and sat back against the bedboard.

"You two are delicious, I'm so glad you eat healthy," Keith commented, but then snuck a mischievously glance towards Lance. "Besides the waffles."