keith

“i’ll stay with him,” keith said. he can wake lance up once in a while. easy. but coran had mentioned absolutely no physical activity.

“do i need to carry him back to his room?”

Lance looks over at coran and smiles “yes, I can totally stand you! Your a real “upstanding” guy after all *giggle*”

Coran huffs. “ no, come now. Stand up for us.” He pulls Lance up off the bed to stand. Lance does manages to stay standing…. For five seconds. Then he’s wobbling and swaying on his feet. Coran just manages to catch him, pulling his arm around his neck and supporting him.

keith goes to pick him up, bridal style this time.

he listens to coran’s commands, “alright, got it.”

“WOAH!”

but then wraps his arms around Keith’s neck for security.

they make it to lance’s room and keith almost walks right into the door. what? the doors won’t open?

keith walks back and forth. they should be automatic. what is going on? he tries awkwardly prying it open, but he can’t use very much strength with lance in his arms.

“quiznak.” he whispers himself.

he looks to the manual door dial(…?) pad, but it’s flashing something he can’t read in altean. whatever, better than nothing. he smashes (not literally,) as many random buttons on the screen as he possible can, and a red error sign appears.

oh shit— uh.

and then it goes away.

The moving around stirs him and He peeks an eye open and looks at Keith.

are you serious. just a singular button? why 7? keith is stunned silent. and then he speaks.

“okay,” he says, extremely disappointed as he gets closer to the number pad.

how?? he follows along, pushing the button exactly five times. the door opens. it was so easy. ugh.

he brings lance in and places him in a sitting position on his bed. keith gently takes off what he likes to call the “day-gear” (what really means clothes like shoes and jackets,) and sits down right by lance.

he wants to say something like; “you gave me a lot of trouble today, you know?” but he’s a little too exhausted. he can definitely do with a nap.

But he said nothing…

Did Lance break Keith? Darn, he was hoping to get a bit of a rise of of him, at least a little.

When Keith put him on the bed, Lance took off his jacket and kicked his shoes off. He was still feeling very sleepy. He was about to side plop back onto the bed and fall asleep, but then Keith turned into a wolf and Lance lite up.

“YAY! PUPPY! ^,_,^” he decided to plop onto Keith instead and wrap his arms around him in a hug.

maybe he’ll do it in wolf form? to soften the amount of possible waking anger. oh! and…

“i rouv yoo,” he gets out.

wow, that was simultaneously harder and easier than he thought. he’d never tried talking with his wolf mouth.

Though eventually he starts slowly waking to a feeling on his neck… a wet feeling…. Along with a slight not very painful feeling…

It didn’t really hurt, just felt it and it partially felt a little kinky. But it was slowly waking him up.

He lays there for a moment, trying to finger out what was on his neck. Then he looks down and sees Keith in wolf form lightly chewing and drooling on his neck.

“……. I should have said “don’t let the werewolf bite” then he goes to nudge the sleeping wolf awake.

“wha…—“ he tries to say at first, but it doesn’t come out as speech at all. it’s more like a whine.

“Lol morning to you to puppy. Sleep well?” He considers going to grab a towel to wipe off all the drool but then gets a cheeky idea…

what the hell!? what was that for?

he decides to go back to his human form. he becomes a lot less furry, and his body becomes a different shape. lance now has some guy laying in his bed.

keith moves a little aside so that lance has more room.

then looks down and smirks at keith.

keith’s foot is thumping. lance is so annoying. keith feels like his face is bright red!

“alright, if you don’t like it… then you wouldn’t mind if i take your hand off, right?”

lance snickers, then jumps over the couch to sit next to keith, practically leaning on him and stretches.

“i… don’t think so..?”

lance grins, leaning into Keith's neck and gives the soft skin a quick lick before gently sinking his fangs in. the flavor bursting in his mouth is indescribable. its like enjoying a nice big juicy steak on a hot summer day. steak with mushrooms and onions and all that sweet juice that just makes your mouth water.

pain. but a pain he knows, and has felt before.

it’s lance. lance with his two points of sharp teeth, and they are on— no, in his skin. he wants to roll his eyes. what a weird way of getting him to expose his neck. he could have just asked. keith would easily oblige.

his body reacts first, his own claws and fangs sharpening for a just moment. his pupils going to slits and his veins going bigger. his body, only for a second not knowing the pain isn’t dangerous. it takes a moment for his mind to convince the rest of him that lance would never, ever danger him.

and so, he is calm now.

he pulls his fangs out to lick up some stray drops of blood.

"I would say your like a happy meal but if anything, your more like a grumpy meal wouldn't you say? ;P"

and he turns away to hide his expression from lance. he likes how funny he is. he really does. but he just likes hiding that fact.

and then he has an idea.

he points at the wall behind him, and using his best “scared” voice,

he sucks at the skin a little bit, extending his own fang like teeth just a little. then his tongue all over whatever skin he can in an effort to be as annoying as possible. he hopes he leaves the most uncomfortable amount of spit there.

“how do you like that?” he says. grinning wide.

the rolls have reversed, the predator becomes the prey. he flails his arm comically for a moment before realizing that keith hadn't broken the skin. he stops flailing and goes still, blinking in realization.

"..... dude... are you giving me a hicky?"

with “dog toys”? definitely not. any he had as a kid, he definitely destroyed. ripped to shreds. or if not, they had been lost when he moved between foster homes.

and then lance starts yelping in pain. keith smiles and lets up.

“No… I’m not angry. I was… how do I explain it… um….. it’s all part of play? I was joking back. I tease and snack on your neck, you tease me back by biting me back, it’s all play back and forth. I used to do this kind of stuff with my siblings all the time, we used to pick on each other real bad, we’d call each other mean but we all meant it in good fun. This whole messing with each other like this is our thing. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

“oh.”

and then lance is back at his side. and keith’s tail is back to wagging. he hadn’t noticed that until he felt it stop. but good thing it’s under a pillow, hidden from lance’s eyes.

he leans into lances hug, trying to hug him back, but it’s more like a protective curl around all of lance. he can see the blood on lance’s neck from here. he thumbs it off.

Quiznak! I didn’t seal it! Lance thought.

Usually Lance licks the puncture wounds to stop the bleeding but when Keith yelled out earlier, he forgot. His saliva does three things.

1. Acts as a numbing agent to numb the bite site so the bite doesn’t hurt as much.

2. Acts as a clotting agent to keep the wound from bleeding.

3. … he forgets. But it does something…

and then lance is—

keith bursts out in laughter.

“AAAAHAHAHAHA!”

more like a scream at first, devolving into laughter. he tries swatting lance away, but he’s limp from the tickling feeling.

His grin widens as the fur grew out.

Yes! He was turning into a wolf! Could it get any better than this?

“Yay! Puppy!”

Lance tried to tackle Keith in a hug and snuggle the overgrown puppy but then he ran. And Lance face planted into the couch. Lance pouted at first but then grinned.

If it’s a chase Keith wants, then a chase he’ll get!

“Where do you think your going mullet? Nuh uh! You’re not getting away from me that easily!”

keith takes a lot of quick turns he knows lance can’t do. but he doesn’t know the castle too well. he might have been able to ditch lance, but all in worthless effort as he ends up at a dead end of this hallway.

The first turn they take, Lance isn’t able to take the turn fast enough and actually skids and slams into a wall face first.

Lance peels his face off and groans.

“Ok note to self, watch those damn turns.” He peels himself off the wall and run after Keith again. He manages to catch up but Keith is turning a corner again. This time Lance tries to stop sooner, he still skid past the hall Keith ran down, but he rights himself and gets back into the game.

The next turn, there is a wall to slam into but Lance anticipates it and does parkour, jumping against the wall and pushing off to run after Keith.

Nailed it!

Though the next hall took him off guard as it was a dead end and Keith had stopped.

“OH QUIZNAK!” Lance can’t stop fast enough and barrels right into Keith.

WHAM!

Lance is laying on top of Keith seeing stars.

just, ow!

his eyes are watering. and dizzy from the collision, keith can’t even tell where lance ends and he starts anymore. their limbs are entirely tangled in a mess, all over the castle’s floor. he has to shake his head, and it takes him a minute to regain any sense.

if he were human, he’d be able to hiss in pain. but with his wolf mouth, all he can sound out is a low whine.

Well lance was seeing tiny little wolf keiths running around his head right now.

Lance is still so out of it from the collision that he doesn’t register that it’s Keith nuzzling him.

“no gracias momma. I already had 10 garlic knots. If I eat any more, I’ll explode. BOOM!”

When he says boom, he makes a big arm gesture of an explosion then flops his arms on the floor.

he transforms back to his more human-like form, and starts calling out and shaking the guy who’s on him.

“lance… lanceee!” keith speaks directly into his ears.

“Five more minutes ma…”

But then Keith is carrying him and he’s like a little kid again.

“hey,” keith grumbles jokingly, knowing lance probably isn’t listening, “i’m not your ma.”

“… this is a weird looking horsy….. hay horsy! Where’d your head go?” He starts palming around one side of Keith’s shoulder, side and leg trying to find the head.

Then he turns and feels the top of Keith’s head.

“Oh hay! Here it is!” Then blinks confused.

hold on a minute.

“Come on, why won’t you go back right…… oh wait…. This is where your head is supposed to go…. Oh, I’m riding side saddle. Wait.. is this even called side saddle?” Then he starts squirming around on Keith’s back.

“I need to get on the horse right…” he wiggles around on Keith’s back, getting into a piggy back position, with his legs wrapped around Keith’s waist and his arms around Keith’s neck.

“There! That’s better! ^_^” then he puts his face in Keith hair and nuzzles it.

“hey!” he shouts loudly but not angrily, trying to get lance to settle down. but lance already in his new chosen position. whatever, then. keith holds lance’s legs tight to his body.

lance’s face is in his hair. it’s kind of nice. really nice, actually. he only feels a little bad having lance’s nose bump into his hard skull each time he takes a step though. lance says his hair is soft. keith smiles.

“thank you,” he mumbles. and then they are at the doors to the medbay.

“Ah! Keith, what a pleasant surprise! What brings you in?”

While coran is talking, Lance is hugging Keith’s neck and rubbing his nose in his hair.

he always forgets how the medbay is too assaulting-ly sterile in so many ways. the lights are always too white. the smell is always too clean almost? and the medical instruments are all out in the open, but too orderly, if that makes sense. keith would prefer the chaos of normalcy to this.

but there are more pressing matters at hand. namely, lance. so he’ll push through it.

that was the situation. he hadn’t left anything out, had he?

“Why was Lance running? And what exactly were you two doing that lead up to this?” Needless to say, coran was a bit skeptical and suspicious of Keith explanation. What were these two boys doing?

“Come on then, put him on the bed here” while they were setting Lance on the bed, he continued with his questions.

“we we’re playing a game of just. chase.” keith says.

he doesn’t even really remember how it actually started. he just turned into a wolf and lance started coming after him.

“we were on the couch, and then i ran, and he followed.”

“Ah, so you’re saying you were basically running in the halls? Do you not know how dangerous that is if you’re not careful?” He scolds Keith while he takes a flashlight and examines Lance’s eyes. Which btw isn’t easy when said patient is squirming around and hissing at you for shining a light in their eyes.

“Lance please sit still, I’m trying to see if you have a concussion.” But Lance isn’t listening and keeps swatting away the flashlight every time it shines in his eye.”noooooo! Light hurts! Stop pointing the sun in my face! DX”

then coran asks him to help keep lance still. at first he stays still, not understanding. but then once he finally processes what coran asked, he jumps a little to get into action

oh.

oh, okay. uh. hold him down? he moves around the bed, closer to lance’s head.

“…….. you….. have very pretty eyes……… are you gonna kiss me?”

While this is going on, coran uses the distraction to check lances eyes. Lance doesn’t even react to the light, he’s too focused on Keith.

after coran’s done with his light, he goes in and kisses him.

“i like your eyes better.” he smiles softly.