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Lance slowly started to drift back towards the realm of wakefulness floating on a wave of hazy contentment. The chill in the air was rapidly being dispelled by a rush of heat that tingled along his skin, gently distributed by the caressing touches of someone's hands. The touch dancing teasingly over the back of his neck and his arms was familiar even through the fuzziness of sleep.

"Sven," he whispered leaning back into the line of warmth, a smile touching his lips as strong arms wrapped around his waist in response. One hand tugged his shirt out of the way and moved up to toy with a nipple. Lance arched back, turning his head to close his lips over his lover's.

It was about that point when the snoring caught his attention.

Startled completely awake, Lance jerked away from Sven's embrace and nearly fell out of the narrow regulation-sized twin bed. "What-"

"Shh!" Sven touched a finger warningly against his lips and pulled Lance back against his chest. "Be quiet." The words hissed in Lance's ear, raising the hair up along his neck and arms.

Fighting the urge to shiver Lance tried to turn around, but Sven kept him pinned in place. Twisting enough to see his lover's face, Lance stared at him incredulously. "Are you crazy? What about them?" He indicated their teammates scattered around the small temporary room they shared on Arus with a slight wave of one hand.

He almost hated the way Sven's little laugh ruffled the hair at the nape of his neck. It was making concentrating on important things like the fact that Keith would kill them both if he woke up very difficult.

"You said you could be quiet, remember?"

The words hit him like a shot of cold water, and he barely bit back an audible groan. Trust Sven of all people to remember words spoken in the heat of the moment and hold them against him like this. Not, his body insisted as Sven's fingers began that maddening dancing motion again, that the reminder was necessarily a bad thing. Actually, right at the moment, it was one of the things he loved most about Sven. Then again, right at the moment coherent thought was becoming less and less of a priority.

The soft laugh came again, this time right in his ear as Sven leaned up enough to catch the soft skin with his teeth. "I just thought I'd see how quiet you can actually be." His arms wrapped tightly around Lance's waist again as his lips moved from his ear down to the sensitive hollow below his collarbone.

Lance bit his bottom lip to hold back a moan and pulled away with a last show of token resistance. "But…" The words left him before he could even form what he was going to say. Sven's mouth was making remembering what it was he was supposed to be arguing about a tad bit difficult.

"If you don't hush," Sven whispered back, one hand dropping lower to toy with the waistband of Lance's pants, "you're going to wake someone up."

Lance nodded slightly and shifted to roll over. Sven leaned over him again, his arms tightening as his lips covered Lance's. "No, hold still. I'll take care of everything. I'll even be quick, if it'll make you feel better. Just be quiet."

Sven's lips traced back down his cheek to his neck again as he settled back into place, his body curved around Lance's. Lance leaned back and slid one hand down Sven's hip as Sven's hand dipped into his pants, tightening suddenly around his cock. Lance hissed a breath in between clenched teeth and threw his head back against Sven's throat as his lover's challenge rang through his head.

"I just thought I'd see how quiet you can actually be."

He could be quiet, and he'd be damned if Sven was going to play it completely cool about this. As if in response to his thought, Sven's hand quickened around him and his lips brushed against the back of his neck. Lance bit down on another moan as he pushed instinctively back hard against Sven. The breath against his neck expelled in a moist heated rush, making him shiver. He could feel the burning line of Sven's erection shoved against his ass through his pants, and it was taking nearly all of his self-control to not overreact and rip both their clothes off.

Quiet, he reminded himself. Quiet.

Still, Sven's reaction was gratifying. It was nice to know that he wasn't the only person going crazy with the current sleeping arrangements. Then Sven's hand changed rhythm again, and thought became nearly impossible. One hand tightened around his hip, helping him rock back and forth in time to the motions of that maddeningly soft hand, the rhythm changing just often enough to make him want to scream.

Then suddenly it stopped. The hand jerked away and Sven pushed him forward, his breath panting slightly against Lance's ear for a moment as he fought a bit more for control. Lance shifted backward again, one hand closing over Sven's and pushing it back down in a silent plea.

"No, wait." Sven took a deep breath and leaned up enough to glance around the room. With an audible sigh of relief he lay back down and locked his lips over Lance's. "Still asleep," he whispered into Lance's mouth. "Not bad so far."

Lance kissed him back, not trusting his ability to whisper. He felt Sven's lips turn up into a wicked grin without opening his eyes.

Sven pulled back and pressed one finger against Lance's lips in a silent warning, then grabbed the hem of Lance's shirt and yanked it roughly over his head. Lance's eyes shot open as Sven finished undressing him and started on his own clothes. He silently touched a finger to his lips again and leaned over to whisper in Lance's ear. "It's not like anyone can think any worse if they catch us, is it? Might as well go all the way." The words lingered as Sven pulled away and shifted again so that their skin brushed and leaned down to press a kiss to Lance's spine. Lance's eyes slid shut again and he relaxed as the teasing warmth of Sven's mouth traced a line of fire down his back. He was about to melt into the hard mattress of the bed when something cold brushed gently against the skin of his ass.

He shifted automatically, smiling. "You come prepared, don't you?"

"Always," came the whispered reply as one of Sven's long fingers pushed gently into him.

Lance gasped slightly, and Sven shifted back up, adding another finger without breaking the rhythm. "Quiet," came the whispered reminder against his throat.

"I know," Lance hissed back.

"Do you?"

Sven suddenly removed his fingers and pulled Lance back until their bodies touched completely again, shoving the hard line of his erection against the smooth skin of Lance's thigh. Lance threw one leg back over Sven's and wrapped one fist around the tangled sheet, forcing himself back into relaxation as Sven pushed into him.

"Oh gods."

Sven didn't say anything as the whisper escaped into his pillow. He just tightened his hand on Lance's hip and rocked as quietly as he could. Lance buried his face in his pillow, biting down on the fingers of one hand in an attempt to stay silent as the other dropped back down to sooth the throbbing in his own erection. As soon as his fingers touched his skin Sven's covered them, pumping tightly back and forth in time to his own rhythm.

He bit down hard on his fingers, tasting the tangy hint of blood as Sven's breath became more ragged against his neck. The rhythm became more erratic, and then it was just too much. Lance arched his back as the wave of orgasm overtook him. Sven moaned, and teeth bit into his neck to cut off the sound as the spasms of his muscles sent Sven over the edge with him.

For a moment the universe behind his tightly closed eyes was filled with a bursting array of colors, and then it faded, leaving behind a wave of all-encompassing warmth and peace as Sven collapsed against him. One strong arm wrapped tightly around his chest as his lover took a deep breath, his head resting against Lance's.

"Was that quiet enough?" Lance whispered, reaching up to cover Sven's hand with his own.

Muffled laughter answered him. "Not bad," Sven whispered back. "Not bad at all." One hand tightened around Lance's arm, shifting him around so they were face to face.

Lance wrapped his arms around Sven, pressing their bodies together in a solid line as he kissed him softly. "Not bad?"

Sven brushed Lance's hair back from his forehead with a small smile. "There's always room for improvement. Practice makes perfect." He caught Lance's small sigh almost before it left his lips, and one hand cupped Lance's cheek as he kissed him again. "Patience, love. This won't last forever."

With one last kiss, he grabbed his clothes and slipped out of bed- completely naked- before Lance could object. Still bewildered, Lance shook his head and glanced around the room, but everyone was still somehow quietly asleep. With a sigh he yanked his own clothes on, wondering briefly exactly how he was going to explain the mess in the morning.

Sven was right, though- this wouldn't last forever. And besides, he thought as he drifted back down into the hazy realm of sleep, revenge was a beautiful thing.

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