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Todesengel wrote this scene:

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Lance: So this means we'll get a real sex scene?

Todesengel: Probably.

Lance: Cool. [pause] Can we do it with Keith in the sex slave outfit?

Todesengel: O.Ov [Rushes from room before he begins to bleed all over the keyboard]

Lance: Is that a yes?

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The Promise

Cuddled together in bed, Lance sighs softly in contentment as he runs his hand slowly up and down Keith’s bare back. Sleepily, he murmurs in Keith’s ear. “Don’t you ever get tired of being in control all the time?”

Keith stiffens -- slightly -- in Lance’s arms. “I do, but I can’t seem to help myself...” Licking his lips, Keith automatically keeps the quiver that wants to slip into his voice out, even as he grimaces inwardly at this reaffirmation of his lover’s point. “Is this a problem?”

Lance smiles slightly. “Not really. I love you enough that I can get used to it. It helps that you let go once I have. It’d be nice, sort of, if you could let go while _I_ was in control.” Lance tightens his hold on Keith, even as he pulls back just enough so he can look in Keith’s eyes. “It’d be nice, but this doesn’t really _bother_ me. It’s not something I’d leave you over...”

Keith relaxes as he reads the sincerity in Lance’s eyes. Still.. “Are you sure?”

Lance glares at Keith. “Of course I’m sure. You love me. I love you. We promised each other -- no one else as long as we both live.”

Eyes narrowing, even as he tightens his hold on Lance, Keith inquires, “So why did you bring this up now? Is there something you wanted to ask me? Is there something you wanted to try...?”

Flushing, Lance can’t meet Keith’s eyes.

Amused at Lance’s sudden embarrassment, Keith takes a hold of Lance’s chin, forcing the other man to look at him. “Truth, Lance. I won’t be offended, no matter what it is. You may not believe it, but I’ve had lots of experience...”

Lance glares at Keith, but refuses to give into his jealousy. “Fine.” Well, almost keeps from giving into his jealousy. “I do have a question for you. Why do you always strip both of us so fast? Haven’t you ever heard of strip-teasing?”

Keith raises an eyebrow. “You think clothing is more provocative than bare skin?” Keith gently strokes Lance’s chin as he speaks.

“Of course! Wait a minute... You don’t think so?” Lance’s jealousy fades as Keith’s hand moves slowly across his face, obviously savoring every slow touch.

“Well -- no. I always found clothing to be more of a nuisance...” Keith regards Lance in puzzlement. The hand that isn’t relearning Lance’s face starts moving delicately across Lance’s back. “You ought to have said something, if you prefer clothing...”

Lance glares at Keith again. “It’s not just about me --” His hands start moving again on Keith’s back, heading downward.

Keith glares right back. “Nor is it just about _me_. I’d rather know your preferences! I can’t read your mind, you know.” The hand that was on Lance’s face, has moved down to his neck, sending shivers throughout Lance as he gently caresses every sensitive spot.

Moaning slightly, his eyes shutting to slits, Lance’s thought processes start scrambling. “Fine. You want to know my hottest fantasy?”

Keith cuts him off with a slow, deep, wet kiss. His hands start stroking harder and with more purpose. Pulling out of the kiss finally, Keith smiles in pleasure at the sight of Lance twisting under him. “Yes.”

Unthinking, Lance arches up, searching for more touch, bringing his legs into play to pull Keith closer to him.

Smile widening, Keith nuzzles Lance’s neck, and then bites down. Hard.

Lance yelps. “What was that for?”

Pulling away slightly, hands still roaming, Keith smirks at Lance. “You were going to tell me your hottest fantasy--”

Lance glares at Keith and then wraps his hand firmly around Keith’s cock, relishing the slight widening of his lover’s eyes. Purring silkily, he asks, “Do you _really_ want me to tell you _now_?”

Growling, Keith answers with another deep, hungry kiss and wraps _his_ hand around Lance’s cock.

They both give up on conversation as their movements become more urgent and demanding.

Climaxing together, they again fall into a limp ball of limbs.

Groaning slightly at the feel of stressed muscles, Lance laughs quietly in Keith’s ear. “I have never been so sore from just a hand job...”

Keith eyes laugh as he lifts far enough away to take in Lance’s expression. “You obviously had poor quality lovers before... Don’t think flattery is going to distract me.” A wry grin lights his face. “Right now, not even sex can distract me.”

Lance eyes light up in return. “Is that a challenge? Because if it is...”

The laughter in Keith’s eyes intensifies. “You ever hear of a refractory period? _You_ may not have one, but I do. No more stalling. What is your hottest fantasy?”

Lance lets out a very put-upon sigh, just to see the look in Keith’s eyes. “Fine. You want to know my hottest fantasy? I’ll tell you, so long as _you_ realize that you do _not_ have to fulfill it.”

Startled at the sudden return to seriousness, Keith stares blankly at Lance.

Lance looks firmly at Keith. “I want you. I have you. Fantasies are nice, but the reality is better than any fantasy. No matter how hot. Got it?”

Eyes wide, Keith slowly nods. Throat tight, he manages to whisper, “I got it.”

Eyes glowing with mischief, Lance breaks the moment. “Of course, if you _want_ to fulfill my fantasy, I have no problem with that--”

Keith chokes with laughter and pulls Lance tight. “Well, if you would _tell_ me--”

“And who was the one distracting me? No, don’t answer that -- I don’t want to waste your ‘refractory period’” Lance smirks at Keith.

Keith rolls his eyes, but refrains from comment.

Lance continues to smirk for a moment, then his eyes go distant, and a secret smile plays about his lips. “My hottest fantasy.... It’s of you, of course. You’re dressed in one layer of thin red silk -- revealing your shape and hiding everything else. You stand before me, defiant, yet signaling your trust, your willingness to let me be in control because you have a black leather collar around your throat, leash trailing in front of you, waiting for _my_ hands...” Lance’s eyes snap back to the present, and he looks cautiously at Keith, gauging his reaction.

Keith looks intently at Lance without any sign of distress. “Go on. What happens next, in your fantasy?”

Sighing quietly in relief, Lance’s eyes go distant once again. “You move closer and closer to me, until I can’t stand it, and I grab the leash and use it to pull you in for a kiss. You resist just enough to make it interesting, and then submit.” Lance’s eyes focus back on Keith, searching for and gaining more reassurance that he hasn’t offended. “And then, when the silk stops being provocative and becomes a barrier, I tell you to strip. Pulling away from me, as far as you can with the leash in my hands, you do so -- not the way you usually do, but slowly, teasing me with every movement.” Lance is flushed and starting to pant, his hands slowly kneading Keith’s back. “Then, I tell you to strip me. You do so, just as slowly as you stripped, but on me, you use your hands and mouth make me even hotter.” Lance’s feet are slowly moving up and down Keith’s legs; his pelvis is starting to move in a familiar rhythm against Keith’s. “I pull you back to me, and you lose all control in my arms, as I push into you--” Lance snaps completely back into the present, as the fantasy-feel of being enclosed in Keith’s tight heat is mimicked by reality.

Staring into Lance’s eyes, Keith growls, “Like this?” Keith sinks slow and deep down onto Lance.

Lance whimpers, eyes wide at the abrupt shift from fantasy to reality.

“Or like this?” Keith slams down hard and fast.

Lance’s eyes roll back in his head, and he arches frantically, trying to keep the pace.

“I guess it’s like that...” Then, Keith, too loses himself in the rhythm and the climax.

This last one being too much, the two fall almost instantly asleep when they’re through. But not before Keith manages to whisper to Lance, “I promise you, I will fulfill your fantasy...”

=========================a few weeks later

Exhausted and sore, the Voltron Force limps back into the castle. Well, most of the team is exhausted and sore. Sickeningly, Keith is cool, calm, and awake -- which, of course makes the rest of the team want to hit him...

“How the hell do you do it?” Lance snarls, as he collapses against a wall. “You’re right there with us, on less sleep, yet you look like you just got out of morning practice, not a death fight with two robeasts on top of a morning practice.”

Keith just shrugs, irritatingly smug. “You got it, or you don’t...”

Hunk growls and mock charges at Keith -- and trips, falling on Pidge, who is too tired to dodge. The two of them end up in a twitching, cursing heap in the middle of the floor.

Giggling, the Princess suggests, “I think it’s time we went to sleep.”

At this point, Nanny descends. “Princess! I was so worried! ...” Absently pulling Hunk and Pidge up by their ears, she sweeps off with all three, intent on tucking them into bed.

Keith calls out after them. “Sleep in! After that workout, I think we can safely skip morning practice.”

“Whew. I’m glad I got overlooked -- I’m too tired to deal with her!” Lance grins at Keith. “So, what are we going to do with our morning off?”

A wicked, lustful look fills Keith’s face, now that the two are alone in the hallway. “Do you remember my promise? No time like the present.” Keith purrs.

Horrified, Lance recoils. “No way. I want to be conscious to appreciate it properly.”

A slow, sexy smile spreads across Keith’s face. “By the time I’m through, you will be...”

Wide-eyed, Lance allows himself to be pulled into Keith’s room.

As the door slides shut, Keith’s smile fades into an intense look. “Sit on the bed. Don’t move until I tell you to.” His voice is quiet, barely loud enough for Lance to hear. “Stay awake. I just a few preparations to make.” With that, Keith turns around and walks into the bathroom.

For a moment, all Lance can do is stare at where Keith was. Slowly, he moves to the bed and sits down. And waits. Hears the shower run. Stares around the immaculate bedroom. Rustling noises. Just as he is about to fall asleep, the bathroom door opens.

Keith glides out, dressed in soft red silk -- thin, billowing shirt and pants -- accented with black leather collar around his neck and a steel link leash. Barefoot, he moves gracefully toward Lance. Heat fills the air around them.

Pausing on his way, eyes glittering, Keith murmurs, “Are you still too tired for this?”

Lance, stunned by the transformation in his lover, just growls. “Quit teasing and get over here.”

Keith lips twitch every so slightly upward as he walks slowly forward. The closer he comes, the slower he moves. Lance, quivering in his attempt to restrain himself, gives up when Keith is two steps away. He lunges forward, grabs the leash and collar, and falls back into the bed, pulling Keith with him.

They meet in a fierce kiss. Lance sinks his tongue into Keith’s mouth, staking his claim. Lance’s hands roam possessively on Keith; the silk too thin to be a barrier to the tight press of fingers.

As suddenly as they came together, Lance pulls his mouth away, and pushes Keith back slightly. Hair mussed, lips swollen, shirt awry, Keith still manages to look controlled, even with need pouring from him. Hand still wrapped around the end of Keith’s leash, Lance pushes Keith back a bit more and takes control.

“Undress.” The word is a sibilant hiss. Shuddering, Keith closes his eyes, and obeys. Slowly, moving to music only he hears.

Swallowing harshly, Lance watches Keith’s body being revealed until only the collar and leash remain, accenting nakedness as they accented silk. A breath to admire the image, and then Lance pulls Keith close for another slow, thorough kiss.

Once again, Lance pushes Keith back, to the limit of his leash. “Now, undress me.”

Eyes glittering, tongue sticking out slightly in concentration, Keith undresses Lance. Due pauses are made for Keith to pay homage to each patch of skin revealed, for the kisses that Lance demands on the way.

By the time Lance is naked as well, the frustration from both is almost too much. As Keith drops that last bit of cloth, the two stare at each other, savoring the inferno between them.

With a yank on the leash, Lance breaks the deadlock and the two come together. Callused hands slide around muscled bodies, searching for the perfect grip. Lips meet in a devouring kiss. Unable to hold back any more, Lance slides into Keith. A wild rhythm forms between them for a few brief minutes. Then, the rhythm breaks when Keith arches, and throws his head back in ecstasy, joined a few minutes later by Lance.

They collapse into bed, too tired to clean up, even knowing the body hair that will be sacrificed later.

Nuzzling more firmly into Lance’s shoulder, Keith smiles. “So, did exhaustion diminish your appreciation?”

Lance, unseen by Keith, rolls his eyes. Even as his eyelids droop shut, he murmurs, “I don’t know. We’ll just have to redo it when I’m not exhausted...” He falls asleep to Keith’s soft laughter in his ears.

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