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Keith fucked up.
All Keith was supposed to do was meet with his contact at their usual place to pass off the highly encrypted information he had gathered, and then rush back to the palace. The bar was loud and dark, the perfect place for covert conversations, with the alibi that he was just letting off steam. It was a hard and grueling job being part of King Zarkon’s personal guard, no one would question Keith for hitting up a bar for a drink, he knew the other generals did far more deplorable things to “relax”.
Grabbing a drink and heading to one of the backs, more secluded tables, Keith gets comfortable, Keith was always to arrive long before his Blade companion, so as not arouse any suspicion. It was an old song and dance to him by now, he had been deep undercover for more than five years, working his way to become part of Zarkon’s inner circle. The information Keith was gathering was invaluable, but it was taxing and frankly it was lonely.
Keith had no companions. The people he was surrounded by everyday were not good people, not a single person he would ever want to start a friendship with, they were evil and not to be trusted. The people of the kingdom were not all bad, just trying their best to survive, but Keith couldn’t risk his mission getting close to any of them.
There had been one instance, when Keith was about a year into his infiltration, where Keith had hit a low point. He was pushing his morality to complete this mission, telling himself it was all worth it for the cause, and Keith had needed an outlet. Needed to feel something normal, feel like himself for five minutes. That was how he found himself in a dark back alley, drunkenly grinding on another man, covering each other in heated, sloppy kisses. The high he felt from his orgasm didn’t last long, not when he had to lie about who he really was, not when he could never make a real connection with anyone around him.
So, Keith was determined to see this mission through, and then quit the Blades, settle down somewhere and make a life for himself. He had done his duty to his people, given more of himself than Keith ever thought possible.
These were the kind of thoughts that got Keith into trouble tonight.
Across the bar Keith spots a patron he has never seen before, and Keith would have remembered seeing him. The man was tall, with broad shoulders filled with muscles that he clearly got from physical labor, his skin was dark, as if the sun kissed him every day. But it was his face that really did Keith in, handsome for sure, but with such a genuine smile and soft caring eyes. And those blue, beautiful eyes were staring right back at Keith.
Startling at being caught, Keith turns back to his table quickly, taking a tiny sip from his beer. He hated the taste of it, it was mostly for show anyways. Keith’s instinct is screaming at him to keep his eyes on the room, but he can’t bring himself to look, knowing that there is only one person he would be seeking out in the crowd.
“Is this seat taken?”
The beautiful golden man from across the bar doesn’t even wait for a response, just slides in across from Keith, flashing him and easy smile.
Keith finds himself fa little tongue tied, he knows he should tell the man to fuck off, chase him away so brutally he never even dreams of coming back. But Keith can’t. He can’t look in those eyes and bring himself to glare, Keith can’t help but bask in the light radiating off that smile, he had spent too long in the dark.
“Hi.” That’s all Keith can manage to say.
The man gives him a little chuckle and reaches a hand across the sticky table.
“The names Lance.”
Keith meets his hand in the middle of the table, his skin is soft, and his grip is firm. Keith can’t help the lecherous thoughts that filter through his mind. Keith must bite back before answering with his real name, as much as he wants to let all his inhibitions go, Keith has never been that stupid.
“Akira.”
And that was how Keith fell.
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Keith comes to in a dark room, his memories are fuzzy, his head pounding, trying to raise his hand up to cradle his aching head, Keith realizes that his arms are restrained. Panic sets in, his heart rate spikes, and he can hear the blood rushing through his ears.
Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, Keith lets his training kick in. First scope out his surroundings, blinking a few times, Keith can make out small details, the room he is in is cold and barren, no furniture in his direct line of sight, his neck is cramped, a metal collar keeping him from being able to look around thoroughly.
Flexing his fingers, Keith is happy to note he still has feeling in his hands, even if the chains are tight on his wrists. Shuffling his legs around he can feel the cold cement floor dig into his knees, his armor has been stripped, leaving him in the flimsy under suit. Straining his ears, Keith tries to pick up on any sounds, there are no windows in here, but he can pick up on the faint sound of carts running over cobblestone streets. He is on the outskirts of the city, not a well populated area, probably far from the bar he had been at that night.
At that the memory of the bar comes crashing into him full force. The loud chatter around him, the radiating smile across from him. Keith had allowed Lane to buy him another drink, had allowed himself to be sucked into easy conversation, had even laughed at the silly jokes Lance shared. And those were his last memories.
Keith was a fool.
Interrupting his downward spiral is the click of a lock sounding behind him, and then the sudden brightness of overhead light. Flinching into himself Keith hisses, the light flaring up in his aching head.
“Oh good, you’re awake.”
It’s that same beautiful voice from last night, but now it’s edged with coldness. The light and friendly tone, taken over with mocking cruelty.
Lance saunters into Keith’s line of sight, he is still just a devastatingly beautiful as Keith remembered. Now, with Lance leaning against the wall in some kind of dark blue armor, Keith can see the full expanse of his long and lean body. Lance’s stance is casual, but Keith can detect the tension in his muscles, can see how his hand hovers at his belt, ready to grab what looks like some kind of high-tech weapon.
“What the fuck is this?” Keith growls out, hiding the awe he is feeling at seeing Lance again.
Lance chuckles, it’s dark and does not bring forth the blissful smile it had last night, but it does stir something deep inside Keith.
“You know, I thought this would be harder.” Lance gestures at Keith with a lazy wave. “Everyone tells the stories of Zarkon’s best general. How some lowly half Galra street rat, climbed his way through the ranks with his thirst for blood and exceptional skills.”
Keith’s stomach drops, starting to piece together what’s going on.
“And yet, all it took was a few charming smiles and a laced drink to get you here.”
Lance ends his little speech with a scoff. Keith has his eyes glued to the floor, not willing to get sucked in by this man again, even if his heart is aching to share one more smile with him. Keith had never felt this kind of connection to someone before, Keith knew he had been lonely and desperate for years now, but this felt deeper than that. Even fighting his better judgment Keith finds himself staring at Lance, drinking in the sight of him.
Lance pulls the strange weapon off his hip, Keith watches in amazement as it shifts until Lance is holding an impressive looking gun, all sleek metal with a long barrel with a scope, good for both long range and close quarters. Keith feels dazed just looking at it, it is the most beautiful weapon he had ever seen, and it was held casually three feet from his face.
“Now Kitten, you’re gonna answer some questions for me.”
Keith gulped, and Lance seemed to take that as a good sign.
The feeling of dread was creeping over Keith, this was possibly the worst situation he could have found himself in. Keith knew what the Blades would want him to do, the mission came first, the mission was more important than any one life. If Keith dies here, then it will be just a rebel attack on one of Zarkon’s best, the chances of them ever figuring out there was a rat living among them is very low. But Keith was tired of the mission, he was not ready to let his life go, not after the tiny spark of hope he had felt last night.
“You are going to tell me what that big wrinkled evil troll doll is planning-“Lance’s question is cut off as Keith makes his decision.
“My real name is Keith Kogane. I am a spy working with the Blade of Marmora and I have been deep undercover for the last five years.” Lance’s mouth is gaping open, but Keith barrels on ahead. “I have information with me on an encrypted drive, it has details about weaknesses, battle plans and even a few videos from Haggar’s experiments.”
Lance seems to snap back into himself, moving forward with a fierce glare on his face.
“Don’t fucking lie to me.” He growls.
Lance presses the barrel of his gun into Keith’s chin, jerking his head up. Keith is staring right into Lance’s blazing blue eyes as he struggles to say.
“I’m not. I promise.”
And Keith means it, more than just now, he never wants to lie to Lance, never wants Lance to look at him with that doubt in his face.
“We’ll see about that. We found your encrypted device and should have it cracked soon enough.”
Lance shifts his gun, running the cool metal along Keith’s flushed cheek. Keith can’t help but let out a little gasp. Lance’s eyes widen a little at the sound, there is no mistaking that gasp for one of fear, it was pure want and both men in the room know it.
Stepping back, Lance looks over Keith’s prone form with a quizzical look, eyes trailing up and down the expanse of Keith’s body. There is heat in that look and it stirs the embers lighting in Keith’s core. Trying to hold onto a smidge of his dignity, Keith shuffles his thighs closed, hoping Lance didn’t notice.
“Fuck, look at you. You’re practically dripping.”
Keith whimpers a little at the words, watches as Lance licks his lips.
“Now tell me, is it me that has you like this, or my weapon?”
Shaking his head, Keith averts his eyes, not wanting to get caught in the storm raging in front of him. But Lance is having none of that. Lance presses length of his weapon along Keith’s cheek, forcing him to make eye contact.
“Answer me.” It’s a command, there is no option for argument.
“B-both.” Keith manages to stutter out.
It’s true, while the gun was impressive, it would look overwhelming in most people’s hands. But Lance’s strong hands grasp the weapon with confidence, wrapped around the handle with a firm grip, it’s almost obscene. Keith can’t help but wonder what those hands would feel like on his body, how those long, sturdy fingers would spread him open, paired with the cool metal against his heated flesh.
Lance moves the gun away from Keith’s face and Keith lets out a sigh in relief, only to immediately choke on it as he feels the pressure sliding down his thighs. Keith struggles against his bonds but its futile, he is going nowhere and to be honest he wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here.
Keith can feel Lance’s breath ghost over his ear, and he shudders.
“We got sometime for a little fun, I guess.”
Lance runs the length of his gun up Keith’s abdomen, with Keith restrained like he is, there is nothing he can do except accept the touch. Keith arches his body, loving the pressure, craving the danger that comes with it. The pressure moves, along his chest, flicking hard over his pert nipples, until it trails up along his throat, to caress his cheek once more. Keith is salivating at this point, the drool pooling in his mouth and running past him lips.
“Let’s see what a slut you really are.” Lance purrs.
The cool metal of his weapon moves across Keith’s jaw, and Keith drops his mouth open in a hearty moan, Lance circles the rim of Keith’s plush lips. Keith licks his tongue out, tasting the steel right on the precipice of penetrating him. With a cocky smirk, Lance slips the tip right past Keith’s lips, Keith immediately suctions his mouth, taking more of the instrument of destruction into himself.
Keith’s tongue dances along the barrel, flicking up and over the opening, tickling the tip inside. Keith knows his skills and is ready to show his worth, to show Lance all that he is capable of. Shifting his head as far as his restraints will allow, Keith takes more of the gun inside, inviting this danger into himself, mixing his hot breath with the cold kiss of death.
“Fuck, Kitten. You can really use that mouth of yours.”
Keening at the praise, Keith sucks harder, hallowing his cheeks and bobbing his head with vigor. Drool is slicking down Keith’s chin, sliding down the expanse of his neck, but Lance is right there, licking a hot stripe up the side of Keith’s throat, meeting at the edge of Keith lips. Lance starts to thrust his gun, taking over the pace as he laps and sucks at the slick pouring from Keith’s mouth. Keith almost chokes on his groan, opening his whole being to the man before him.
Lance retreats from Keith’s mouth, sliding out his gun so that he drags Keith’s lower lip down, Keith tries to chase after him with his tongue. Whining when he is denied anymore.
“Lance, please.”
Keith can’t help himself; he has never been this turned on before. Squeezing his thighs, Keith tries to bring a little fiction to where he needs it most, whereas before Keith was trying to hide, he now has no shame, only the desire to bring pleasure. Keiths under suit is saturated with his slick, coating his thighs, causing a glorious glide when he rubs his legs together.
“Don’t worry, ill give you what you need. I’m just enjoying the show for now.” Lance tells him.
The burning intensity of Lance’s gaze just makes Keith throb more. Keith squirms in his bonds, wishing his hands were free so that he could put them to good use. Throwing his head back as far is it will go, Keith lets out a low whine, tears of frustration threatening to cloud his vision.
Lance moves into Keith’s personal space once more, shushing him. The second Lance places a hand on Keith’s hip, Keith lets out a strangled moan, feeling the heat of Lance’s strong hand through the thin material of his suit. It’s been so long, Keith is so sensitive to another person’s soft touch, and this is Lance. Strong, beautiful, and deadly Lance.
There is a loud ripping sound in the room, breaking Keith out of his spiral. There is a question on the tip of Keith’s tongue when the cold air of the room meets Keith’s heated and slick flesh.
“There we go, much better.” Lance purrs.
Looking down as much as he can, Keith can almost make out the expanse of his body, where his suit has been torn open at the apex of his thighs, exposing himself. Another rush of slick leaks out of his pussy, in full view for Lance to see. There is no more hiding how incredibly turned-on Keith is right now.
Keith is almost caught off guard by the awed look on Lance’s face, the barely whispered “beautiful” escaping his lips. But that is soon wiped away as the cocky smirk overtakes Lance’s mouth once again.
Lance runs the cool metal of his gun along the inside of Keith’s thigh, stopping before he reaches the expanse of exposed skin. It’s so close, Keith is desperate for it. Keith bucks his hips, trying to entice Lance to keep going, Lance needs no enticement.
With a firm grip on Keith’s hip, Lance keeps him steady, as he continues his exploration of Keith lower half. The cold metal finally hits directly with Keith’s skin, and its heaven, its danger, it’s everything Keith has ever wanted.
Lance increases the pressure and drags the tip of his weapon up between Keith’s glistening folds, gathering the slick along the barrel. Both Keith and Lance shiver in anticipation. Keith widens his legs more, shifting his hips to grant better access, and Lance takes that invitation like it was his birth right.
The first breach of the gun inside Keith is a little uncomfortable, even with how wet Keith is, there is still an unnatural resistance. Lance moves back out, circling the tip around the rim of Keith’s pussy, gathering more of that sweet nectar to aide his glide in. The next thrust in is much smoother, bringing a moan from Keith.
At this the flood gates have been opened. Lance is working his weapon in and out of Keith, Keith meeting his thrust with small bucks of his hips, every movement bringing the gun further inside, rubbing against Keith’s sensitive inner walls. Keith has no inhibitions, he is fully aware of the danger he is in, fully aware that he doesn’t even know Lance. But that just fuels Keith to move faster, slam his hips down harder, taking as much as he can, pushing past all his known limits.
The squelching noises that echo around the room are deafening, mixing with Keith’s moans and the smalls gasps and grunts coming from Lance.
“Holy shit. You’re taking this so well.” Lance praises. “So open for me.”
Lance increases his pace, adding in circular, grinding motions. The new angle has the trigger of Lance’s gun rubbing up against Keith’s clit. Keith is howling at the sensation, chasing that pleasure with no disregard for his safety.
“Lance!”
Keith tries to warn him, tries to let him know what’s coming. But he can’t form the words, can’t even think in sentences. With an ear-splitting scream, Keith comes. Keith’s vison whites out and his soul might have left his body, all the pent-up tension in his body, rushing out at once.
When Keith comes back to himself, his legs are shaking, unable to hold himself up. Keith is slumped into Lance’s chest, panting in his musky scent. The gun is still firmly inside Keith, the feeling is boarding on overwhelming now that he has come.
Keith can hear the squelching as Lance starts to pull the weapon from him, more fluids than ever dripping down to splash to the cement floor. In the shuffle, Lance’s leg presses up against Keith, and Keith can feel the bulge there, rock hard and rubbing against him. Lance lets out a little gasp at the sensation.
Pulling back, Lance unceremoniously drops his weapon and starts to franticly pull at his armor, maneuvering enough to pull out his massive erection. Keith gulps at the sight, not sure if he can take another pounding like the previous one.
Keith lets out a small grumble of complaint, as Lance pulls him into his lap. Keit is bracing himself for the penetration he is sure to come, but instead he can feel Lances arm furiously pumping himself. In less than a minute Keith feels the warm splatter of Lance’s come hitting his fold, mixing their fluid together.
“Fuck.” Keith breaths out.
Lance takes a moment, nuzzled into Keith’s chest this time. Keith gives him time to catch his breath, but the ache in his legs is getting worse and Keith would really love to get this collar off his neck.
“So, can you unchain me now?” Keith tries to say with a steady, confident voice.
Lance chuckles, it makes Keith’s stomach swoop again, even so soon after his orgasm.
“I guess we will just have to see if you were telling the truth.” Lance whispers.