Thanks to Taryn for betaing yet again.
Disclaimer: WEPownsVoltron. Gah.
Oh yeah. This is pure, graphic smut also (though not quite as graphic
as
Seduction). Fully, clearly YAOI. And not even the bit of plot that
Seduction
had to redeem it. This came about because of this image in my head
that just
wouldn’t go away – really frustrating when your family won’t leave you
alone
enough to write or even think it out in your head… Still using this
new,
experimental writing style.
Almost forgot – this is a sequel to Seduction. It helps if you read
Seduction
first, though, really, I don’t believe it’s necessary. There’s not
that much
point to this story.
Any critiques and criticisms are appreciated, though I still reserve
the right
to disagree.
Frowning, Hunk nudges Pidge. “Don’t you think there’s something wrong
with
Keith?”
Inserting himself into the conversation, Lance snorts. “He was just
captured
by Doom, I think he’s got a right to act strange.”
Hunk sighs. There was a reason why he wanted Pidge’s opinion, and not
Lance’s. Most of the time, Lance is really sensitive to changes – he’d
notice
oddities that no one else would. But somehow, Keith is Lance’s biggest
blind
spot. This fact might be why Keith’s able to command Lance’s respect,
but it
doesn’t help when there might be something wrong with Keith.
Pidge scowls. “Yeah, but… I think Hunk’s right – Keith’s not quite
acting… I
don’t know. How’d I’d expect.”
Jaw tensing in stubbornness, Hunk nods agreement. Small things that
Keith
normally kept track of with ease, he was handling with considerably
less grace
than usual.
Lance just shakes his head. “Keep in mind who’s telling you this –
he’s not
acting oddly. Really, I’ve known him for a lot longer than the two of
you.
Ever so often, he just starts acting spacey. You learn to deal with
it. If
Sven was still with us, he’d tell you the same. Keith’ll get over it,
soon.
He always does.”
With that, Lance catches sight of Allura, and saunters off to needle
her.
Hunk and Pidge exchange doubtful looks, but decide to drop the subject.
Lance
has known Keith for a lot longer than either of them has.
Stretching up, Hunk is surprised by his lightheadedness. He must have
spent
longer working on the Lions than he thought he had. Groaning at the
feel of
cramped muscles, he decides to find a long, hot shower for relaxation.
Walking slowly into the locker room, Hunk pauses for some gentle
stretching.
Stripping off his clothes, Hunk casually snags a towel, not bother to
cover
himself again. This late at night, he’s never seen another person
here.
Almost stumbling in his exhaustion, he doesn’t realize that the showers
are
already occupied.
Freezing in place, he stares, wide-eyed, at the vision before him.
Keith, their fearless leader, is leaning against the tiled wall, hot
water
cascading around him, steam wreathing him, hands fisted around his
cock. His
head is flung back against the wall, hair slick and molded to his face
and
shoulders, his eyes shut. Back arched, legs spread wide, hands moving
frantically around his length, he is completely unlike the controlled
captain
that Hunk knows.
As Hunk watches, stunned, Keith comes with a name on his lips.
Now, gone beyond shock, Hunk goes completely slack, the towel in his
hand
dropping with a soft {whump}.
The noise startles Keith, who looks up and realizes for the first time
that he
wasn’t alone. Blushing all over, Keith’s mouth tightens defensively,
and his
right hand clenches into a fist.
Keith’s face almost manages to settle into the controlled mask that
Hunk knows
so well – but Keith’s eyes betray him. Huge and wounded, the sight of
those
eyes makes Hunk’s stomach twist inside of him. Swallowing hard, Hunk
pulls
himself together. Refusing to think about their mutual nakedness, Hunk
glares
at Keith. The movement of Keith’s right hand attracts Hunk’s attention
–
trailing out of the fist Hunk can just see white hair. Startled, his
eyes
meet Keith’s.
Mask settling more firmly in place, Keith manages a regal nod, and
starts to
leave. Hunk frowns. Moving faster than expected, he pins Keith to the
shower, one hand on Keith’s left shoulder, the other gripping his right
hand
and forcing it open. There, he can see white and black hairs mingling,
tied
together with a simple, worn string.
Growling, Hunk looks worriedly down at Keith. “What happened to you
when
Lotor captured you?” Through the grip he has on his captain, he can
feel the
tremors running through him.
Mask lost once again, blush deepening, Keith lifts his chin defiantly –
and
only manages to look vulnerable, increasing Hunk’s worry. “None of
your
business.”
“Crap. We’re your teammates. We depend on each other for our lives.
And
you just masturbated with a piece of Lotor’s hair, and coming while
saying his
name.”
At Hunk’s blunt words, Keith flinches.
Relentlessly, Hunk continues, but he manages to gentle his voice.
“Keith --”
Sighing at the way Keith hunches his shoulders, Hunk’s voice drops even
more.
“Look, can you tell me that he isn’t using you to try to destroy the
Voltron
Force – basically the only defense this corner of the universe has
against
him?”
Looking away, Keith just shakes his head. Softly, the defeated tone
almost
breaks Hunk’s heart. “I can’t be sure. I think I meant more to him
than
that, but I don’t know… He hasn’t been easing up on the attacks at
all, and
he hasn’t tried to contact me, though I’ve given him lots of
opportunities…”
Hunk stiffens, eyes glittering in suppressed rage. This was why Keith
was
acting more careless than usual.
Not noticing Hunk’s reaction, caught up in his own misery, Keith
apparently
can’t stop confiding. “It’s not really love between us, I don’t think.
It’s
more that the one time with Lotor fed this hunger in me that I haven’t
been
able to appease. Not since Sven was captured…”
Hunk shakes Keith gently, to focus him back on the present. “What sort
of
need?” Even with his voice as soft as he can make it, still, Keith
almost
doesn’t answer.
Biting his lip, Keith studies the bundle of hair in front of him rather
than
look up at Hunk. “He pushed me over the edge. So easily, he got me to
let go
of my control, until all I wanted was him inside of me, no matter what
the
cost…”
Hunk’s mouth opens and closes a few times, shocked at this admission
from
Keith. Surprised at the level tone that finally emerges, Hunk asks,
“So. If
someone else pushed you over this edge, you wouldn’t fantasize about
Lotor any
more? Or try to attract his attention?”
Looking up in outrage, Keith snaps. “It isn’t that --”
Hunk’s mouth cuts off the rest of his protest. The kiss is strong and
demanding, Hunk’s tongue moving on the offensive, taking advantage of
Keith’s
surprise and open mouth.
Eyes open wide, for a moment Keith stiffens in protest. Then Hunk’s
hands
close on his nipples, and Keith loses himself in sensation.
Hunk kisses all the resistance out of the sweet mouth under his,
pulling and
playing with Keith’s nipples until Keith is twisting under him.
Keith’s hands
find their way to Hunk’s bare shoulders, latching on, and gripping hard
enough
to leave bruises of his own. Finally leaving Keith’s chest, Hunk’s
hands move
lower, one taking Keith’s cock in a possessive grip that has Keith
arching up
on his toes in shock. The other hand curls around behind Keith, and
one
finger slides into his hole. Smiling at the muffled shriek from Keith,
Hunk
finally pulls free of Keith’s mouth, his hands stilling at the same
time.
Trembling, shivers chasing their way all over his body, Keith licks his
lips,
his chest heaving. Losing control.
Eyes glittering in passion, Hunk grins a promise that he accentuates
with a
slow twisting motion of the finger inside of Keith. Shuddering,
Keith’s eyes
fall shut.
With his hold on Keith’s cock and in his butt, Hunk turns Keith around.
Keith’s hands instinctively release Hunk, slapping against the shower
wall.
Growling softly, Hunk nips and bites delicately at Keith’s earlobe and
neck,
nuzzling the sweet-smelling hair. Pulling on Keith’s erection, Hunk
soon has
Keith writhing beautifully for him, unaware as Hunk carefully stretches
his
hole, adding another finger and then one more. Then, Hunk lets go of
Keith,
completely. Crying out in shock, Keith’s eyes fly open, and he lunges
backward, looking for sensation – and impales himself on Hunk. After
the
first stunning entry, Hunk’s hands close around Keith, and his mouth
latches
on, hard, to Keith’s nape. Insinuating his legs between Keith’s, Hunk
abruptly straightens his legs, lifting Keith up and forcing him down on
his
erection at a the same time. Crying out again, Keith’s hands clench
down on
Hunk’s forearms, his legs twine tightly around Hunk’s. All he can do
now is
move as Hunk wills. A jagged litany of pleas escapes his mouth as Hunk
slowly
works his way deeper into Keith’s heat, Hunk’s mouth biting and
growling
against Keith’s neck.
Their mutual orgasm comes as slowly and as relentless as Hunk took
Keith.
Panting in the aftermath, Hunk whispers into Keith’s ear. “Mine. And
I don’t
let go.”
Held up by Hunk’s strength, Keith swallows, and then drops the bundle
of hair
in his hand. Eyes half-shutting, he watches as the mingled strands of
hair
catch and then slowly disappear down the drain. He can feel Hunk
smiling
against his neck, water still beating down around them both.
Hunk glares at Lotor standing before them, arrogantly challenging them
to
fight, champion to champion. Clearly, he’s expecting Keith to jump at
the
chance to be alone with him. Snarling quietly, Hunk deliberately looms
behind
Keith, placing a possessive hand on the small of Keith’s back.
Eyes locking with Lotor’s, even as Lance answers the challenge, Hunk
smiles
slowly at the dawning realization in those slit-yellow eyes.
Breaking away, Lotor’s whole face tightens, and he sneers down at
Lance.
Sending a smoldering look at Keith, his eyes widen in shock when Keith
meets
his gaze with a bland calmness.
Whirling away, Lotor flicks a glare of purest hate to Hunk, even as he
calls
out the time and place to meet to Lance and the anxiously fluttering
Allura.
Hunk’s smile widens. Tilting his head sideways, he laughs inside at
the
puzzled, calculating look in Pidge’s eyes, at the obliviousness of
Lance and
Allura, but most of all at the heat radiating from the contact with
Keith.
Heat that is his, now.
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