A Touch of the Lips, a Kiss of the Soul
Soft hands slid down the length of his arm, starting from his shoulder and trailing a path down to his fingertips. Keith tried to grasp onto the handâto intertwine their fingersâbut the hand moved out of reach, crystalline blue eyes coming into view. Plush lips moved to form unfamiliar words as the ethereal being mumbled an incantation that caused the candles in the room to light up.
And Keith knew. He knew that as a hunter he would have to kill this person, but he didnât want to. Not with the soft warm tingling sensation spreading throughout his body just by looking into those beautiful blue eyes, and definitely not when he was craving the taste of warm, sun-kissed skin against his lips, against his tongue.
Shiro was going to kill him. Kolivan was going to kill him. He was turning his back on the code. He was turning away from his duty as a member of the Blade of Marmora. Yet, even with his sense of duty and even with the image of disappointed peers in his mind, Keith couldnât let this boy slip through his fingers. He couldnât lose this one. Not this one. Because this one was different. He never felt this way about anyone else in his entire twenty-one years of living.
âYouâre a witch,â Keith breathed out, fingers twitching at his sides.
âDoes that change the way you feel about me?â Lance replied with a tilt of his lips, eyes sparkling as if he already knew the answer. And how could he not? It was clear that he had Keith wrapped around his finger. And the witch didnât even need to cast a spell to have Keith bend to his will.
âNo,â Keith murmured, wrapping his arms around the younger boyâs waist and tugging him into Keithâs lap. The boy plopped down without a protest, lips moving to brush against Keithâs temple and down across his jaw. âYou never revealed yourself before. I thought you were just an ordinary teen. Why make it so blatantly clear now? Why come out of hiding?â
Lance peered up into Keithâs eyes through his lashes, a soft smile forming. âBecause I love you.â
Keith felt his world still, his hands tightening around the witchâs waist as he let the words fall over him. He felt his heartâs pace pick up and his cheeks heat up under the gaze of soft blue eyes. This beautiful person loved him. How? How could he have gotten so lucky?
âI thought it was best we donât keep secrets if we go any further,â Lance continued, hand splayed atop Keithâs chest. And with a look at Keithâs conflicted eyes, âAnd donât you worry. I know you are a hunter.â
This boy had a tendency of causing Keithâs world to flip upside down. How did Lance know he was a hunter? He had always been discreet about that part of his life. However, all questions left his mind as Lance pressed his lips against his, wrapping his arms around Keithâs neck, hands entangling into his hair. Keithâs hands moved to rest upon soft, smooth skin underneath the thin shirt Lance was wearing. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh, leaving his mark as he simultaneously bit Lanceâs lower lip. The boy settled more comfortably into his lap and pulled away. Keith chased after his lips but was stopped by a hand pressing against his chest. The younger boy panted slightly, his cheeks flushed and lips red and wet with saliva. Keith felt a surge of emotions course through him, leaning forward to pepper the boyâs face with kisses until Lanceâs hand fell from its place on Keithâs chest and rested on the bed they were on. When he pulled away, Keith let out a content sigh.
âI love you, Lance. Magic or no magic,â Keith declared, eyes staring directly into the blue orbs he could write poems about. And Keith wasnât very good with words, so that was saying something. He watched Lanceâs eyes light up at his declaration of love. This person was his entire world, his entire universe. Heâd betray the Blade of Marmoraâhell, heâd betray the entire Altean Organizationâif it meant heâd get to remain by Lanceâs side.
And as he placed a passionate kiss upon those soft lips, he promised, âI wonât let anyone harm you. Iâll protect you. Forever.â