Voltron Fan Fiction ❯ A Nighttime Talk ❯ A Nighttime Talk ( Chapter 1 )

A Nighttime Talk

Lance stood on the balcony and looked out across rolling landscape of Arus. The sun was just beginning to set beyond the distant westward horizon. He wondered why he came to this planet, why any of them came to this planet. They were no closer to defeating Doom then they had been when they first arrived, and it seemed anyone could fly the lions that made up the mighty Voltron. He sighed deeply and pulled his jacket a little tighter to himself as night's chill slowly began to creep into the air. He had been so excited to be here when they first arrived, positive the five of them could save the whole world, or in this case the whole universe. Now he could barely find the focus to keep battling in the never-ending war. They had lost Sven before the battle had even really begun, and Keith had never really been the same since losing his brother. Keith and him used to talk about everything and spend endless hours together, Keith had been his best friend since the day they met at the academy and they had grown even closer since that day. Now Keith was distant and only ever wanted to talk about the battles and practice for future battles. After Sven had been killed Lance found himself thrust into the position of second in command, though he wasn't sure why since nobody ever listened to him.

"It's not fair." Lance complained, slamming his hand against the cool marble banister.

"What's not fair?" Keith asked.

Lance spun around in surprise, he had been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't even heard Keith come outside. "How long have you been standing there?"

Keith shrugged. "A while."

"Well why didn't you say something sooner?" Lance asked.

Keith shrugged, staring at the horizon as the last glimmer of sun disappeared from sight. "You didn't answer my question."

"I was just thinking out loud." Lance said with a shrug of his own.

"Thinking about what?"

"Nothing… everything…." Lance shrugged.

"Oh." Keith said. He stepped away from the wall and leaned against the banister.

"Surprised to see you out here." Lance said.

"I could go back inside if you'd rather." Keith said.

"No." Lance said quickly. "That's not what I meant. I mean usually you stay inside working… I mean it's nice, to be able to spend with time with you like this. I mean we never talk anymore."

"Yeah." Keith agreed quietly.

"Now it's my turn to get that question answered."

"What?"

"What are you thinking about?" Lance asked. He could tell just by looking at Keith that something was weighing heavily on the young captain's mind.

Keith shrugged. "Just about… everything."

Lance placed a hand on Keith's shoulder. "You're thinking about Sven, aren't you?"

Keith stilled for a moment, then finally nodded. "That's part of it."

"You can talk to me about anything, you know that don't you?"

"I know." Keith said quietly.

"Then talk to me." Lance urged. Keith shook his head making Lance sigh. "Then I'll leave you alone." Keith still said nothing. Lance took off his jacket and offered it to Keith. "It's going to get cold out here and you didn't wear your jacket, so use mine."

For a moment Keith didn't move, but finally he took the jacket. "Thanks." He said as he slid it on.

"Just don't stay out here too late." Lance said before turning and going back inside.

Keith put the jacket on and hugged it tightly to himself. He closed his eyes and deeply inhaled the scent of the leather, and the scent of Lance's aftershave. It held a smell that was uniquely Lance's and it warmed his very soul.

An hour later Lance heard a knock on his door, when he opened the door he was surprised to see Keith standing there.

"You still willing to talk?" Keith asked quietly.

"Of course." Lance smiled. "C'mon in." he stepped aside for Keith to enter the room then closed the door.

"Thanks for letting me use you jacket." Keith said as he took the leather jacket off and draped it over the back of a chair.

"No problem." Lance said. "Have a seat." He motioned towards the bed.

"And where on the bed would I sit?" Keith asked. Looking at the bed that had a pile of clothes and twisted bedding covering it.

"Oh… yeah." Lance grinned sheepishly. He quickly shoved the clothes to the floor and straightened the bedding.

Keith sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand folded on his lap. Lance knelt down on the bed behind Keith and rubbed Keith's shoulders. Keith jumped slightly at the unexpected move.

"You haven't rubbed my shoulders since the academy." Keith said.

"You haven't asked." Lance said.

"I didn't ask today." Keith pointed out with a small laugh.

"True, but you looked like you could use it." Lance said.

"You're right about that. It feels great." Keith smiled.

"So, what's on your mind skipper?" Lance asked.

"I was just thinking… have you ever wondered what we are doing here?"

Lance chuckled. "I was just thinking about earlier, when I was out on the balcony."

"And what answer did you come up with?" Keith asked.

"I didn't." Lance said.

"Oh."

"What answer did you come up with?" Lance asked.

"I didn't really think of one either. I mean anyone can fight Doom. Anyone can fly the lions. So why does it have to us?"

"I don't know. I guess because nobody else wanted to." Lance shrugged.

"Well I don't want to either." Keith jumped to his feet. He spun around to face Lance. "I don't want to do it anymore. I am sick of the fighting. Sick of seeing so much death. So many people get killed no matter what we do and fighting is not going to bring any of them back!"

Lance climbed off the bed and stood in front of Keith. He said nothing; he merely drew Keith into his arms and hugged him.

"Nothing will bring Sven back from the dead." Keith said quietly. He rested his head against Lance's shoulder and wrapped his arms around him.

"No, nothing can bring him back. All we can do is avenge his death." Lance said. "And try to keep as many people alive as we can… that is why we are here, to save and protect as many people as we can."

"I am just afraid of who we will lose next." Keith looked at Lance. "I don't want to lose you too. You are my best friend, I…"

"You are my best friend too, and I don't want to lose you either." Lance hugged Keith tightly.

Keith black eyes were shimmering with unshed tears as he looked into Lance's eyes. "Lance, I… I am so sorry that I pushed you away."

Lance placed a hand against the side of Keith's face and gently rubbed his cheek with his thumb. "It's alright, Keith."

"I thought I wanted to be alone, but… I don't, Lance. I don't want to be alone I want to be with you… I love you."

Lance smiled. "I love you too, Keith. And I want to be with you." He leaned his head forward and captured Keith's lips with his own.

Keith parted his lips allowing Lance to deepen the kiss. Lance slipped his tongue into Keith's mouth, slowly and tenderly exploring the warm depths. As they kissed Lance worked to undo the buttons of Keith's shirt, caressing his fingers against the bare flesh, making Keith moan from around the kiss. Keith tugged at the bottom of Lance's shirt, pulling it out from under the waistband of Lance's jeans. The kiss broke, for the need of air, and the two men stared at each breathlessly. No words were exchanged as Keith pulled Lance's shirt off before he captured Lance's mouth with his own, this time he took control of the kiss, sliding his tongue into Lance's mouth.

Keith's hands slid down Lance's chest in a slow caress. He quickly undid Lance's jeans and slid his hand across the front of Lance's briefs. Lance moaned deeply as a shiver of pleasure ran through his body. Keith slid his hand around Lance's body and grasped his firm ass. Lance groaned slightly at the loss of the touch he desperately wanted and he thrust his hips forward pressing himself tightly against Keith's body. Keith slid his other hand under Lance's jeans, both his hand caressing Lance's firm ass. Keith moved his own hips in a slow suggestive manner, driving Lance insane.

Finally Lance could take it no more and threw Keith down onto the bed. Both men were panting their face flush with desire. Lance stripped himself of his remaining clothing. Keith licked his lips slightly in apperception and desire for Lance's naked body. Keith moved to sit up but Lance grabbed his shoulders and thrust Keith back against the bed as he climbed onto the bed, holding his body over top of Keith's. Lance smiled at Keith's frustration and once again kissed Keith with a deep burning kiss.

Lance broke the kiss, scrapping his teeth lightly against Keith's bottom lip as he did. Letting go of Keith's shoulders he sat up, sliding his hands down Keith's bare chest and grabbing the top of Keith's pants. Lance's fingers quickly undid the fastenings. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of the pants and brief and slid his hands under Keith's ass and quickly pulled the both off. A moment later they lay naked on the bed together.

They stared deep into each other's eyes in a form of wordless of communication for a long moment. Finally Keith spoke, breaking the silence.

"Make it be the way it was before we came to Arus."

"Are you sure?" Lance asked.

"Yes. I need you, Lance. Now more then ever before I need you." Keith reached his hand out and pressed it against Lance's cheek. "Please make you yours again."

"I never let you go, Keith." Lance said. "Did you let me go?"

"No. I have always you held you in my heart even when I tried to push you away. I… I love you." Keith said.

"And I love you." Lance said.

Lance kissed Keith's lips with a hungry kiss a need that burned as hot as the lava in Red's den. His hands slowly exploring Keith's naked body, as though trying to relearn every inch that he once known so well. Keith moaned and withered under the gentle caress his body screaming with a need for more then just a few kisses and a light touch. Smiling, Lance reached his hand down between Keith's legs and began to stroke Keith's hardness. Keith gasped in pleasure and thrust his hips forward against the hand. Lance pulled his hand away making Keith whimper.

"Please… Lance… I need you. I need you inside of me."

"Then that's what you shall have." Lance smiled and tapped the end of Keith's nose. He reached across Keith and dug through the drawer of the nightstand, and pulled out a tube of lube.

"Someone's well prepared." Keith teased making Lance blush.

"Just waiting for this day is all." Lance said.

"Then let's get some good use out of it."

Lance opened the tube and squeezed some of the colourless gel onto his finger. He dipped his hand and shoved the finger into Keith's body. He knew Keith didn't need much prep, but he knew it also had been quite a while since they had been together this way and didn't want to risk hurting Keith. Lance wiggled his finger making Keith's hips buck off the bed.

"Just fuck me now." Keith practically growled.

Lance chuckled. "What is it you always tell me about being patient?"

"Fuck Patience. Fuck me." Keith growled.

"In time." Lance laughed at the glare Keith gave him. He slid his finger out and applied the lube to a second finger then shoved both of them into Keith.

Keith gasped his hips bucking off the bed as Lance's fingers hit the sensitive spot within him.

"You like that, do you?" Lance grinned as Keith whimpered when the fingers pulled back. He quickly shoved his fingers forward, once again hitting Keith's sweet spot. He repeated the motion several times. Scissoring his fingers to stretch Keith between every thrust of his fingers.

"Please…" Keith whimpered, begging Lance with puppy dog eyes.

Lance sighed he had always been a sucker for the puppy dog eyes, all Keith had to do was give Lance those and Lance would do whatever Keith asked him to. "Alright…" Lance pulled his fingers out of Keith.

Lance's knelt between Keith's parted legs and grabbed Keith's leg and lifted them onto his shoulders. He gripped Keith's hips positioning the both of them. He pressed his body forward until the tip of his erection was pressed against Keith's opening. They exchanged a glance, and then Lance shoved forward into Keith's body. Keith moaned loudly as Lance penetrated him. Lance pulled back slightly and thrust forward again, driving himself deeper into Keith's body, repeating the process several times until he was fully sheathed within Keith's warmness.

Keith used his legs to pull Lance down closer to him so he could reach out his hands and caress Lance's chest and Lance fucked him. Keith wrapped a hand around the back of Lance's hand and leaned up the best he could so he was able to kiss Lance. The world around them stopped existing and time lost all meaning as they became lost in the passion.

Finally the pressure built to the point of explosion and Lance screamed against the kiss as he came, filling Keith with his warm essence. Barely a second later Keith gave a similar muffled scream as he came, his cum splashing onto his and Lance's chest, making their bodies stick together. Lance reluctantly pulled out of Keith's body and lowered Keith's leg. He laid over top of his lover and smiled breathlessly at Keith.

"Thank you." Keith whispered breathless, his face still flush from the passion they had shared. Lance just smiled.

They laid way for several long moments before either spoke again.

"Do you want to clean up now?" Lance asked.

Keith smiled and shook his head. "No, that can wait until we are done."

"Oh? You have more in mind?" Lance asked with a grin.

"Lot's more." Keith grinned.

Long into the night the two lovers rediscovered their love for each other. Knowing they were where they belonged and nothing else mattered.

End.