Voltron Follies

by Willow

Quick Disclaimer: Voltron is the property of WEP.


"Uhn…"

Lance slid down farther into the seat, giving Keith an easy entrance route as he spread as wide as he could. Keith positioned his lover's legs so that they hooked over either side of the pilot's chair and caused his bottom to raise a little from the cushion. He gently worked the opening with his fingers, spreading on the lubricant as Lance twisted against him. Lance was flushed and sweating, and he groaned out of control.

Not that it mattered. For once, the two of them could make all the noise they wanted without the fear of being discovered. Keith had Lance's wild streak to thank for that. He had wanted to make love with Keith in one of the lions since their first night together, but Keith had been leery of such an undertaking. It almost seemed like sacrilege. And maybe that was what Lance liked about it. That was the point, getting Keith to do such totally unacceptable things.

Keith smiled as he realized he had worked Lance longer than he needed to, and his co-pilot was about to lose it. Keith positioned himself over the chair and looked down at Lance breathing so heavy, his hair plastered with sweat to his forehead. Lance cracked a bleary hazel eye and glanced at Keith.

"Hurry up!" he hissed in a choked voice.

Keith realized the danger of aggravating Lance while they made love, so he finished the act in a hurry. He slid up into Lance while grabbing his cock. Keith timed himself, the thrusts inside the deep cavity and the kneading of the sex in his hand coinciding. Lance moaned as a small pleasured smile tugged at his lips. He pushed against Keith while his own hands went down to aid in the pumping.

"Harderharderharder…" he gasped, not realizing that Keith was thrusting in as hard and far as he could. He arched his back, pushing, pushing, pushing.

Times like these worried Keith a bit. Worried him that he might hurt Lance one day, but it had never happened yet, and Keith was not one to quibble at such a time. He would never admit how much Lance ripped into him when he was the bottom. It felt good, that was true, but afterwards it sure as hell didn't. But Lance didn't complain about having pain, during or after.

Keith felt a spasm in his hands just before Lance released and the liquid ran down between his fingers and onto the seat. It sent shock waves through Keith, and he prepared for his own ejaculation. Ignoring the mess on his hands, he seized Lance's face and bent into a hungry kiss, marking them both with the evidence of their passion. Lance pressed into the kiss with the same force with which he pushed against Keith's sex. Keith allowed Lance's tongue to dominate his own as he focused on the energy culminating in him. And just as he climaxed and released, his scream echoed into Lance's waiting mouth.

Keith panted into the kiss, thoroughly exhausted and spent. The two sweaty bodies slipped against each other as Keith slowly withdrew. Lance slipped his hand down to massage the tender shafts, one hand on himself and the other on Keith. Keith sighed as he melted against Lance and they sank into the seat, sticky and satisfied.

That was when Coran's frantic voice came over the picture phone.

*****

"Gentlemen…" Coran strained at the word. "You put me in an awkward situation."

Keith cleared his throat. "Sir?"

"This…sacrilege is simply unacceptable. I am severely tempted to set you both adrift on the next shuttle back to Alliance Headquarters. However much you are needed here, you are not so irreplaceable as you might think."

Coran's eyes locked on to Keith, the most likely of the two perpetrators to take his threat seriously. And indeed, Lance was diligently chewing off a fingernail with remarkable disinterest. Keith nodded, glancing disapprovingly at Lance.

"But," Coran continued, "I can't deny how much this planet, this kingdom, owe to you both. So, I will overlook this momentary lapse of judgement, so long as you promise to conduct yourself in a professional manner in the future."

Coran turned to face them squarely, setting his eyes on Lance until the man met his gaze. "Is there something else?" Lance asked dryly.

"Gentlemen, while who you share your bed with is your own private matter, this household has a reputation to uphold. I must insist that you keep this…intrigue of yours out of the circle of common knowledge."

"Damn it, that isn't fair!" Lance protested, slapping the table top. "Who are you to say that we have to hide it?"

"Lance." Keith leveled a shut your mouth stare at him and Lance begrudgingly sat back down, clearly sulking. "We'll be careful, Coran." Keith conceded, ignoring the biting glare from Lance.

The older overseer seemed satisfied enough with that, regardless of whether or not he actually believed it. While he cared for his crew of defenders, there were principals that had to be maintained, boundaries that a man in leadership position had to enforce for the good of morale and image. He'd prefer it of course if they could agree and work as friends, but age meant wisdom, and wisdom meant contempt from the youth. They would understand one day.

*****

"I'll just never understand Coran. He's too old and paranoid." Lance kicked at a dust ball on the tiled hallway floor.

"He's just doing what he thinks is best." Keith actually sounded like he believed that. But Lance didn't care much about what Coran thought was best.

"Who cares if anyone knows about us? Everyone's probably guessed it by now anyway. What with the way you look at my butt all the time and stuff. So what's the big deal?"

"I do NOT look at your butt all the time. And you should be grateful that we're even still here. I can't believe I let you seduce me in a sacred lion."

"So we fucked in a big metal kitty cat. So what? And it isn't my fault you want my ass so bad."

"Lance, you're missing the point! Do you realize what we did?" The whole episode suddenly seemed completely juvenile to Keith. True, he was still a young man, and yes he still had occasional urges to get into trouble. And Lance…he was the one who made Keith feel like being good was bad, and being wicked was delicious. He was the one who seduced him so easily over to the bawdy and distasteful, the one who set fire to his normally dormant mustard seed of rebellion. "My God, I can't even believe I did that! How could I have let you talk me into it?"

"Yeah, sure, it's all my fault."

"You locked the cockpit and wouldn't let me out!"

"Cockpit. I like the sound of that."

"Damn it, Lance! Can't you ever be serious?"

"Damn it, Keith! Can't you ever stop worrying about your career?"

Keith's face hardened like instant cement. So it was back to this once again. Always back to this. Good soldier versus bad boy maverick. Principle versus pleasure. "It's something you might want to try someday."

Lance looked at him with intense brown eyes, the inside tinged with green. He looked betrayed.

Keith sighed, feeling tired. He messaged his forehead. "Lance look, I just think we should do as Coran says. It'll be easier that way."

The expression deepened, the eyes tainting darker green.

"If you're embarrassed of what we are then as far as I'm concerned you can go screw Coran. I don't want to be your secrete shame, the concubine you hide away in your bedroom."

That was unexpected. Keith had always thought that Lance would be the one to prefer secrecy.

"Lance, I'm not ashamed of us," he protested. "It's nothing like that. It's just that Coran wants…"

"Who cares what that old man wants?! If you aren't willing to fight for me then it's the same as denying me. All of me. I won't hide in your back pocket."

"Lance!" Keith reached for him.

"Leave me alone." Lance jerked away. "It's all or nothing."

Okay, that was it. Keith pushed him into the hallway wall, pinning him for intimidation, one hand pressing against his chest.

"Fine, you stubborn, hard headed bastard! You never have been able to compromise, wanting it your way or nothing! Well, it looks like Coran doesn't have anything to worry about now, does he?"

And with that, Keith pushed past Lance and turned the corner to the safety of his own bedroom.

*****

Pidge sat in the hippodrome like library, leafing through books saved from his home world. He had to admit he came from a planet with very dry literature. Putting down the native books he let his mind wander. Finally, he heard the heavy steps he'd been waiting for. He poked his head out of the crook of his hiding place and waved.

Hunk smiled. "There you are."

"Bout time you got here."

"I ran into Keith. You know why he's sulking? Damn near cut out my liver with one of those clinical looks of his."

Pidge snickered. "I'm pretty sure I know."

Hunk sat down near him, crowding the small inlet, but the proximity was no problem for Pidge. He liked being close to Hunk. Closer than that actually, so he settled his sprouting form into Hunk's still larger lap. He didn't fit like he used to but he still managed.

"So what's the deal?"

"Well…let's just say I've been eavesdropping over certain computers in the main control room. I saw Lance and Keith making a beeline for the conference room, both of them looking like week old laundry. I knew something was afoot."

Hunk laughed. "My own Sherlock Holmes."

"And this was just the case I'd been waiting for. While I admit I've had my suspicions for some time now, I hesitated to make mention of them. But now I know I was right."

Hunk grinned. "So they finally got caught, huh?"

Pidge stared at him, mouth dropping. "What? You already knew? But.."

"I'm not stupid, Pidge. Like I could have missed the way Keith stares at Lance's butt all the time. He practically froths at the mouth. Not to mention Lance's less than subtle jealous streak that week Sven came to visit."

Pidge adjusted his glasses and couldn't help but grin. He of all people should have learned years ago to stop underestimating Hunk. "Well, Watson, what do you think about it all?"

Hunk shrugged. "What can I think? It ain't like we got room to pass judgement."

"Do you know where they were at when they got busted? In Lance's Red Lion. Boy, Coran was pissed."

The bigger man chuckled. "Well, I can guess who's idea that was. Think they got in a fight over it?"

"Coran said they had to keep it under the rug, and Lance wasn't very happy. I'll bet they fought over that."

Hunk cuddled Pidge against his chest, scooping up a book for them to read together. "Well, we'll know soon enough. Practice is tomorrow afternoon, and I expect that if Lance isn't feeling too cooperative it should be more than interesting."

*****

"Lance! How many god damned times do I have to tell you not to pull away before I signal?"

"And how many times do I have to say that holding position that long is stupid?! We'd be blown to atoms before we were half way through the procedure."

Keith watched his sensors as Red Lion flew in a taunting circle around Black. "Okay that's it. Lance, you're grounded. Take your damn lion and park it in the hanger. This drill is over for you."

The voice that replied was a tart mumble of, "Thank god for small miracles."

Keith was about to retort but Lance cut off his communication. Keith scowled angrily at his view screen and could think of nothing to say but, "Bastard."

Lance was leaning over a toolbox to tune up his lion when he heard a cheerful voice calling his name. He looked up and forced a grin, dreading what might be coming. The others had finished up the drills without him, and he expected some kind of ribbing for it, but her he hadn't counted on.

"Oh, hey Allura. You did good today. The Beta formation, you're getting it real good."

Allura smiled with a touch of shyness that became her. She tugged at her pink jumpsuit. "Thanks. Um…I noticed things are…unusually volatile between you and Keith. You've been getting along so well lately until just a few days ago…"

"Oh that." Lance grinned, slightly embarrassed. If Allura was coming to him then it must seem bad.

"Yeah. Look, it isn't my business if you love or hate each other but…I care about my planet and my people. When you fight each other instead of the enemy, my people may be the ones to suffer."

"Yeah, sorry about that." Her strong but gentle concern was moving. He had always admired that in her. She looked at him hopefully.

"Can you two make up? Can you work it out?"

Lance smiled. "For you Princess, anything."

*****

Keith sat in the garden on a gothic iron bench under the shade of a eons old oak. The wind was pleasant but distracting as it blew the pages of his book the wrong way. He wasn't really looking at the words anyway. Damn Lance!

"No pictures? What's it about?"

Keith started, so immersed in nature and thoughts of Lance that he hadn't even noticed when the object of his musings crept up behind him. He turned to the other with a carefully controlled expression. "Nothing you'd be interested in," he replied with like casualness.

Lance sat on the thin arm of the bench. "Try me."

Keith sighed dramatically. "A book on astronomy."

"Oh yeah?" Lance leaned over, twirling his finger into Keith's raven hair. Maybe he'd be able to get through this without some sloppy, gratuitous apology. "So what's it say your future holds?"

"That's astrology, not astronomy." Keith turned the page of the book to simulate actual reading. Lance was less than fooled.

"Doesn't matter," he replied coolly, his fingers trailing around Keith's face and neck, "'cause I know anyway. Don't you wanna know, too?"

"No I don't, actually." Keith was determined to get an honest to goodness real reparation out of Lance for once, and not just accept some easier cop out of seduction.

Lance grinned. Keith was getting better. Well, he had time for games later. He'd give his lover what he wanted. "Not even if it comes with an apology?"

The captain finally laid the prop book aside, arching one thick eyebrow in interest. "I'm listening."

"Okay, the lion thing was a bad idea, even though you have to admit it was fuckin amazing, Chief."

Keith could not suppress a grin at the memory. Amazing did not begin to describe the rush he had felt boiling inside when he'd taken his lover in such a forbidden place. It was like committing fornication inside of a chapel. Lance was meanwhile sliding from the armrest into Keith's lap. He ran his finger up and down Keith's chest.

"And yeah, it was mostly my fault since I instigated it knowing full well you can't resist me. But…"

"But?"

Lance's seductive tactics took an abrupt halt and that always worried Keith. Lance peered at him with one of his rarer, sincere expressions.

"It really hurt that you'd just roll over and let Coran force us into hiding. You didn't even protest at all. It was like you didn't care."

Keith frowned. "Of course I cared. I just know that Coran is doing what he thinks is best. He just needs some time, you know? He's set in his ways, the old royal order. You can't expect him to change over night."

Lance still seemed less than convinced.

"I don't want to hide what we have anymore. When no one knew it was different, it was a game, but now…"

Lance turned in Keith's lap, straddling him, deliberately forcing their groins together, delighted when he discovered that Keith was already half hard. Grinding down in what he disguised as a needy hug, he felt the man literally spring into action beneath him. He snuggled into Keith's neck, whimpering on purpose. He knew Keith loved to play protector, and it drove the captain to passion when Lance played the innocent, the wounded. Whether the role was real or not didn't matter, it was engrained in Keith to defend, and Lance knew how to exploit all of Keith's small idiosyncrasies.

With Lance's legs circling him and hanging over the other side of the bench, Keith could hardly think. Lance was feeling vulnerable, was having doubts, and that was all that mattered. He had to take that away. "Lance, baby, let's go to my bedroom, okay?"

Lance almost lost his resolve. Keith so seldom used pet names. He kissed his superior gingerly around the cheeks and forehead. "I love it when you call me that. Why don't you kiss me Keith, please?"

"Lance…" Keith peered into the dark eyes, his vision going vertigo with desire. He touched the pouting lips with his own a few times to temper his need but it didn't help. "I really think we should go."

"Okay." Lance agreed, but made no movement to get up. Instead he reached down and ran his hand over Keith's sex, receiving a biting kiss for his trouble, his brown hair tugged with need. It was so easy to make Keith lose his senses when he wanted.

"Lance!" Keith pulled away and stopped him, seizing the offending hand and regaining his senses. "Hiding is one thing, flaunting is another. We won't do either, alright?"

Lance smiled, having heard what he really wanted. "You mean it? You're not going to make us hide it anymore?"

Keith nodded. "I mean it. Now can we go to my bedroom?"

Lance eagerly capitulated to copulate. Neither of them were aware of the large, bulky female form lumbering away in the opposite direction over the marble garden walkway, breath held and nose practically bleeding.

*****

Coran paced slowly over the hard floor, his boot heels clicking in repudiation. He shook his head in disappointment. "Apparently my words were ill heeded. Twice in one week gentlemen, I do believe that's even a record for Red Lion's pilot."

"We didn't do anything, Coran! I don't know what Nanny thinks she saw…" Lance's protest was cut of by Keith touching his arm. He shook his head and took up the cause of his subordinate.

"We were just kissing Coran. Then we left the garden. But there is one thing you should know."

"Yes?"

Keith steeled his gaze, wrapping Lance's fingers in his own. "We aren't going to hide our relationship anymore. It's been hell for us the past few days and it isn't worth it. We won't let any more instances like the garden happen if we can help it, but we can't just deny it."

Coran's expression did not significantly change, he only finally nodded. "I see. Well then, goodnight gentlemen."

"Sir?"

"Goodnight. You're dismissed for now until I consider the matter further."

The two transgressors exchanged confused glances. "Yes, sir."

*****

Pidge sat waiting in his library nook, thumbing his way through some old Earth textbooks that had been donated to the library. A strange man, this captain, to be so obsessed with hunting a white whale. It was much like the way Keith hunted Lance…or vice versa.

"Did you hear about the garden?" Pidge asked the large shadow that cast over his sitting body.

"Sure did. I always thought those two were smart. I ain't so sure anymore." Hunk wedged in next to him, feeling particularly cuddly at the moment.

"Well, it looks like things are out in the open now, either way." Pidge allowed himself to be settled onto Hunk's legs. "They just don't have our discipline."

Hunk smirked, kissing Pidge lightly on his apple cheek. "No one has your discipline."

"Oh yeah?" Pidge ran his fingers over Hunk's barreled chest and grinned devilishly.

*****

It was not a good week to be Coran. He sat with the guilty men in front of him, wondering when the next generation had suddenly become so debauched.

"I thought I had seen it all, gentlemen. However, I'm learning in my old age that youth seems to invariably attach itself to anything perverse. In my time none of this distortion occurred. You courted a young lady like a proper gentlemen, you married, you fulfilled yourself in the bedroom in your own privacy."

He turned to them and frowned. "Never would we have engaged in such questionable acts in places like the sacred lions, the garden, or the…library. I'm truly at a loss for words here."

Keith and Lance exchanged smug looks with Hunk and Pidge, who were turning a bright shade of crimson.

"Clearly I cannot dismiss you all, nor do I want to, but we must on principal punish you somehow."

"You aren't gonna make us do laundry are you?"

"Not at all." The elder man pulled out four toothbrushes. He handed them to the pilots, Lance insisting that he get the purple one. "You will take these and for the next two days scrub every inch of your lion. In this way you may perhaps learn discipline and self control."

"WHAT?!"

*****

"DAMN IT! This sucks." Lance threw down his wilted toothbrush and swore some more for good measure.

The four lions were parked out in an open field, four men climbing around with buckets of de-greaser.

"Okay, I quit. I mean, what can he do? Fire us all?"

"Lance." Keith warned. "You know we deserve this."

"Like hell."

"Hi guys!"

Hunk waved from his perch atop Yellow. The Princess stood in her pink pantsuit, a bucket like their own in her left hand. Hunk eyed it curiously. "Oh, hey Allura. Wanna help?"

The Princess shook her head regretfully. "Sorry guys, I've got my own lion to do."

Pidge emerged from an exhaust pipe in sudden interest. "Oh yeah?? What for?"

She shrugged. "Nanny caught me with Mirina."

"Ambassador Londly's daughter?? The babe?!" Lance blurted.

Allura nodded. "Afraid so. It's not like we haven't been seeing each other for almost a year now."

"You have?! Damn it, why hasn't anyone told me?!"

Allura smiled. "Because no one else knew. You guys aren't the only one's who can get away with your little follies." She winked. "I just happen to have a little more discretion."

And with that she strolled away, blonde hair trailing in the wind.

"I'll be damned." Hunk swore. He glanced at Pidge, the smaller man suddenly motioning for Hunk to join him in some unexplored recesses of Green Lion.

"Say Chief," Lance jumped from Red over to Black after watching the by-play on Green. Keith was scrubbing diligently at a leg joint, unwittingly pinning himself into a corner. His legs and rear were the only things poking out, and it seemed he'd missed the entire conversation. Lance pinched him.

"Hey!"

Keith turned around to find himself blocked, and Lance grinning. "Think we can get time off for good behavior?"

Keith snorted a laugh. "What do you define as 'good'"

"Love is always good." Lance blushed a bit, his hand finding the other's.

Keith smiled at the sweet sentiment and invited Lance to join him in scrubbing Black Lion.

Denoument


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