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A few days had passed since the system override. The lions
were in better condition, and the crew was lucky enough to go without an attack
for the time they were in repair. Most of the nights that had passed were
filled with Keith and Lance at one or the other’s room, kissing and providing
hand jobs and blow jobs.
There was always something to make it a little different.
Once, Keith had, against every instinct, allowed Lance to dominate while Keith
remained on his knees. And he watched his fuck buddy unravel completely,
holding on to the power and control he’d been given. He had taken more control at
that moment than Keith had ever seen him take in battle, and frankly, it was a
bit of a turn on to be dominated.
Of course, it wasn’t like that had become his favorite
thing. Keith’s pride still kept him from letting that happen again, instead
suggesting other new things they could do. Keith had discovered an interesting
praise kink in Lance, noting the way his enthusiasm heightened any time Keith
moaned his name or unashamedly called out encouragements and agreements.
Lance, on the other hand, had taken advantage of Keith’s
hair pulling kink, and indulged in his own biting one because each time Lance
marked his skin with a hard bite, Keith seemed to lose all inhibitions. Still,
they were careful to keep any physical evidence hidden.
Outside of their rooms, it was almost comical how it seemed
nothing had changed. They argued, they snapped at each other, Lance’s sarcastic
comments and Keith’s condescending remarks continued. Never enough to truly
upset the other, but enough to where it seemed normal enough.
It wasn’t hard to keep it up. Lance was still childish and
annoying and frustrating. And Keith was still aggressive and impulsive and
short-tempered. They were still completely incompatible as people.
During another grueling team building exercise, it didn’t
take long for Keith and Lance to start bickering again.
“Can’t you stop being an idiot for two seconds?” Keith
snapped after their focus had been disrupted by one of Lance’s signature
mega-burps. “Don’t you take anything seriously?”
“Jeez, relax,” he muttered. “You know, maybe you’d stop
being so uptight if you just stopped being such a freaking workaholic all the
“This is not a time to be goofing off!” he shouted back.
“Alright that’s enough, you two,” Shiro said tiredly. “I
thought you were past this.”
“We would be, if he stopped being so immature,” Keith spat,
glaring at Lance. It still astonished him that he could fall apart at his hands
in the late hours of the night, but feel such burning frustration with him in
“Yeah, we’re only friends in battle,” Lance added, crossing
“This isn’t getting us anywhere,” Hunk said. “I’m starving,
and now I can’t concentrate. Can we just take a break?” Shiro sighed and
nodded, waving a tired hand in defeat. Hunk and Shiro walked away, but Pidge
kept staring at Lance and Keith.
They hadn’t noticed, Keith busy checking his dagger and
Lance checking the beds of his nails. Until she said, “If only you two could
agree with each other during training as much as you do at night.”