Chapter Text
Lance was taking a bath when he heard it. A ringing noise, steady and thrumming across his nerves, singing in his pulse. He felt the noise so deeply, felt himself tense up and warm with an unknown feeling.
A roar erupted from far away, so familiar in its cadence and pitch, followed by a feeling that could only mean one thing
His hunch was further cemented by the slickness between his legs, and the flush building across his skin. He broke into a sweat, pulse jump-starting with excitement and subsequent arousal.
Saphirra's heat had begun. Lance's heat had begun.
He stood on trembling legs, grabbing his silk robe and slipping it on with shaky fingers. His arousal made it hard to think, but he knew he must make it to the flight ground. He had to see the mating flight, had to know the champion. Not only the champion , he thought. But also his mate.
He practically ran― as much as he was able, anyway― leaning against the walls as much as he could. His breath was a cloud before him, a steady pant as he struggled.
The ringing in Lance's ears hadn’t stopped― it’d only grown louder and more urgent.
He slammed open the door to the flight grounds, eyes taking in the gathered alphas. They all stared at him with barely concealed hunger, and he preened under their attention. Soon , his heat dumb brain thought.
He moved with much more grace than before, emblazoned by their fervent attention. He stood on the ledge of the stone balcony, eyes staring ahead at the setting sun and the glittering of sapphire wings.
Saphirra's roars are much louder outside, her great body swift in the air as it dodged the colorful dragons chasing her. He saw so many; it was almost baffling to him to have so many alphas― even betas― fighting to be Saphirra's mate. Fighting to be his mate.
Gods. By the end of the day, he would have a mate. A mate for the rest of his life.
The closest to Saphirra seemed to be Cerberus, Shiro's own largely, black dragon. He was so fast and big, nearly double Saphirra's size. Lance could hardly fathom it. Closely following was some other alpha, whom Lance failed to recognize.
That filled him with more fear than anything else. He didn't want to be mated to an alpha he didn't even know .
He saw Augmen, surprisingly. Hunk’s dragon was a beta, which wasn't unusual per se but it was on the rare side to have a beta participate in mating flight.
Lance was disappointed to find Vulcan, Keith's dragon, to be missing.
A green dragon, lithe but still larger than Saphirra, rammed into Cerberus and pushed him aside. He swung low, attempting to restabilize himself, but it was too late. He'd lost his advantage, and now several dragons were closing in on a frantic Saphirra.
She roared, a sound that reverberated in Lance bones, and flew higher, evading her captors with a loop. She taunted the alphas and betas with playful chirps, doing tricks in the air to toy with them. Lance would've been amused if his body wasn't overcome with a cocktail of horny and worried.
Suddenly, Cerberus’ claws dug into Saphirra’s wing, dragging her down low. She snarled and snapped at him, but couldn't evade his clutch. Lance's heart was in his throat as he watched, transfixed. This is it. Shiro is my mate .
There was no way Saphirra was going to escape his grasp. She’d been captured, and now Cerberus was preparing to mate her, his large dragon cock emerging from its slit.
Lance felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up, and saw Shiro. He was sweating, emotions heightened by his dragons apparent conquest. Lance nearly melted on the spot.
Because his eyes were on Shiro, he missed what happened next.
There was a sudden roar, and Lance abruptly turned to watch a streak of red slam into Cerberus before he reached his mark. Lance gasped― it was Vulacn, with Keith still on his back!
He could hear shouting from here, Keith presumably. Lance almost laughed.
Saphirra crooned as Vulcan leaned in for the kill, teeth clamping down on her neck to form a mating bond.
Lance's whole body erupted in color and feeling, almost unable to comprehend. What had just happened?
Vulcan and Saphirra fell to the ground in a heap of limbs, Keith shrieking from Vulcan’s back. As soon as they were close enough, Keith leapt from his dragon and slammed into the ground, rolling and swiftly jumping up to run towards Lance.
Lance could barely breathe as Keith tackled him, bruising his lips in a passionate kiss unrivaled by any.
Lance was all sensation, inflamed from head to toe in nothing but desire. Keith’s tongue pressed against Lance’s mouth, forcing its way in. He took control of the kiss with nothing short of a dominating aura, his hands cupping his jaw in a firm grasp that felt almost bruising in the best of ways.
Lance reached up and ran his fingers through Keith’s windswept hair― his godforsaken mullet― fingers digging in and yanking . Keith groaned, setting Lance on fire with need.
Somewhere in the back of Lance’s mind he knew they were being watched, knew there was a crowd surrounding them, but that all fell to the side in response to the hard press of Keith’s body, muscled in all the right ways.
Keith pulled away from Lance’s mouth, eyes an inferno catching Lance aflame. He panted against Lance’s lips, and in a gruff voice said “Room, now .”
Lance frantically nodded, watching as Keith stood and grabbed Lance’s shirt, dragging him into a standing position. His legs trembled, eyes glancing around to the people around them.
The first thing he saw was Shiro. The man stood, eyes still wide in shock like he hadn’t quite caught up to what just happened. Lance could relate― he still wasn’t sure if this wasn’t just some elaborate wet dream.
Then he heard the snarls and roars of their dragons― he was afraid to look, really not in the mood to watch dragon sex. Vulcan let loose a screech and Lance flushed― the dragon no doubt announcing he was about to get his dick wet.
“Lance,” Keith growled, and the boy in questioned jumped and turned back to Keith. Right. Him and Keith were in the middle of something. Something― big.
Well. At least he hoped it was big.
“Right,” he nervously giggled, then turned to the group standing behind him. “We’re, uh― we’ll be going now― AH!” he was interrupted by Keith yanking his arm with a grunt, dragging him out of the flight grounds.
It seemed Keith had run out of patience. Lance couldn’t blame him. His balls were practically blue, and they’d just begun.
Oh, God. They were going to have sex . Was this really really his life?
He found himself babbling like an idiot.
“Hey, uh, Keith? I know this all seems, ya know, pretty self explanatory, but, uh―” Keith slammed him against a wall, cutting Lance’s tirade short.
One hand went above his shoulder, caging him in, while the other covered Lance’s mouth.
“You talk too much.”
Lance made an indignant shriek behind his hand, but Keith continued like nothing had happened.
“We’re mates. I don’t know what else there is to explain. Now, lets go to your room and fuck,”
Lance flushed at the crass language, frustrated at the dismissal but also really turned on. He still felt like they needed to talk about this― about what was going to happen after, how them becoming mates would change things, but also. Yeah. He wanted to do the fuck thing.
Lance moved Keith’s hand, grinning cheekily at the other man. “Okay then, what are you waiting for, hotshot?”
They stumbled to Lance’s room, pausing every few seconds to slip in frantic kisses, unable to keep their hands off each other.
Lance somehow managed to open his door, despite his mouth being occupied with Keith pressing him up against it. They both fell backwards after said opening, stumbling and falling to the ground. Lance let out an ‘oof’, grunting on impact, staring up at Keith. Their lips separated, and Keith started laughing. Lance couldn’t help but laugh along, the two helplessly giggling at each other like two schoolboys.
Keith leaned in, mouth inches away from Lance’s and their nose brushed. His eyes swam with mirth, crinkling in corners, and he grinned in such a tender way that had Lance’s heart stuttering in his chest. “I am,” Keith breathed. “So unbearably fond of you.”
Lance let loose a nervous peal of laughter, feeling his entire face burn. He debated over saying something, but decided to lean up and kiss him instead.
“You’re sweet,” Lance whispered against his lips. “But now, I want you to fuck me.”
Keith’s mouth turned frantic, pushing him down and invading his senses. Keith kissed him breathless, until his mind went blank, and then pulled away, leaving Lance feeling bereft. He blinked up at him stupidly, words having abandoned him.
All he could manage was a “Huh?”
Keith smirked at his response, which was unfairly attractive in Lance’s not-so-humble opinion.
“Bed, now.”
“Ooookay, no need to be so bossy, Jeez.” Lance teased, pushing Keith off him and rolling onto his feet, jumping on his bed.
Keith watched him fondly, grinning like a fool, and it did so many ridiculously corny things to Lance’s heart that he could hardly stand it without bursting.
His cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “Come here, you goof.”
Keith made his way over, leaning down and interlocking their lips once more. Lance got lost in the motions, everything that wasn’t the feeling of Keith’s lips fading into the background.
Keith was the first to escalate things― his hand crept up and under Lance’s shirt, the texture of his gloves against his bare skin tantalizingly electric. Lance gasped against Keith’s mouth as he moved the shirt higher and higher, before ripping it off entirely.
Lance shivered in the cool air, panting up at Keith anxiously. He wasn’t― ok, he wasn’t skinny. He had muscle. But nowhere near as much as Keith, which had Lance’s competitive nature rearing its ugly head, but had his horny nature ready to go.
Keith leaned down and nipped his perked nipple, causing a gasp to leave Lance’s mouth. He lavished it in attention, nibbling and suckling, the other hand tweaking the abandoned nipple.
Lance could barely breathe under the assault, trembling from head to toe with desire. “Keith,” he whispered. “ Please, ”
Keith groaned against his feverish skin, before drawing away and ripping off his shirt almost frantically. Lance practically salivated at the sight of his rippled abs― he wasn’t an absolute unit like Shiro, but he had just the right amount of muscle to get the job done.
Lance reached down and gripped the hem of his pants with trembling fingers, tugging them off with quick movements. Keith followed suit until they were both naked, hard and panting in the quiet of the room.
Lance couldn’t look away from Keith’s groin, eyes drawn in to the hard length of his arousal. He was practically salivating, his dick hard and thighs wet with the excessive amount of slick he was producing.
Keith wrapped his hand around Lance’s dick, resulting in a high pitched whine that in any other circumstance would be embarrassing― but honestly? He was too turned on to care.
The Alpha’s hand left his cock and reached lower, pressing in to his soaking asshole. Lance could do nothing but gasp in a reedy voice, feeling his finger slipping in all the way past the knuckle.
No one had ever touched him like this― he’d lived his life at Weyr Baku as basically royalty and had never― been with anyone.
He felt too embarrassed to say anything, almost too embarrassed to move . Thankfully, it was almost like Keith had read his mind, and took control.
One finger turned into two, and when the third pressed in Lance reached nirvana. Keith jabbed all three fingers directly into his prostate, and the unholy shriek Lance let out could probably be heard throughout the whole Weyr.
Too bad he was too heat drunk to give a shit.
Lance reached down, so aroused he could barely stand it, and grabbed Keith’s wrist, stopping him from plunging his fingers any deeper.
“If you don’t put your dick in me right now, I’m going to kill you.” he snarled, and Keith stared wide-eyes at the complete 180 in personality― from a compliant bottom to a cockhungry omega.
He pulled his fingers out with a squelch and used his drenched hand to slick up his cock, which looked an angry red. In other circumstances Lance would laugh― a red dick for the red rider― but he was otherwise preoccupied.
He positioned the head at his entrance, just shy of pushing in― Lance panted, the anticipation almost agonizing. He looked into Keith’s eyes, burning with pleasure, and whispered a “ Please .”
Keith groaned, an agonized sound, before pushing in.
It was― Lance could hardly describe it. He’d always thought it would hurt― that’s what everyone always said, but all Lance felt was the pressure. It bordered the line between pleasure and pain― everything was so muddled he could hardly decipher the difference.
He threw his head back, breath caught in his throat through the agonizing slide until Keith had pushed in all the way to the hilt.
Lance wasn’t sure if he’d made a sound. He hardly knew anything outside of Keith’s hard length, filling and stretching him the way his heat muddled brain had been craving since the mating flight began.
“Keith,” Lance mumbled, reaching out practically blindly to grip at his face, cupping his pronounced jawline in trembling fingers. “Keith, move , please.”
“Jesus, Lance,” he groaned, before he pulled out. Lance gasped, feeling every inch as it slipped, leaving only the spongy head, before he pushed back in with a powerful thrust.
Lance couldn’t stop the loud moan he let out at the movement if he tried.
Keith grunted in response, and repeated the movement. It felt like nothing had before― Lance had gotten himself off before, but never had it felt so all-consuming. He was on fire, Keith held the match and Lance had never been so happy to feel the flames licking his skin.
“Harder,” he moaned out, and Keith responded in kind with quicker thrusts with more force― the smack of flesh on flesh was loud in the otherwise quiet room, save for Lance’s moans and pleas with the occasional groan from Keith.
“Fuck. Fucking fuck, Lance, you’re so hot oh my god. ” Keith let out, his rhythm stuttering in whatever arousal he was feeling.
“Yes,” Lance said. “Yes, yes, yes! ”
He was close― the pleasure was building higher and higher, every other thrust nailing his prostate and sending him screaming. He was being too loud, the quiet slaps of skin was no longer. The room had become a cacophony of sound― Lance’s moans, Keith’s heady chanting, the reasonably louder slaps of thighs to ass, and the creaking of the bed frame as it slammed into the stone wall.
Only one thing could heighten the pleasure and seal the deal. With teary eyes, he pleaded with his lover. “Alpha,” he breathed out, desperate. “Apha, please. Please bite me.”
Keith snarled, his knot swelling on every other thrust. He put his head on the pillow beside his head, his warm breath fanning over Lance’s swollen scent gland. Lance craved his bite so bad he could hardly stand it.
“Oh God, please,” he whimpered, and Keith groaned before locking his mouth over the gland, giving a harsh suck before clamping down with his alpha canines.
It was euphoria.
Lance doesn't remember cumming, or the hoarse scream that left his throat, but when he resurfaced several minutes later he sure felt it.
Keith’s knot was fully inflated, and Lance had never felt more sated in his life with his neck throbbing and a bellyful of cum. He felt so filthy , and loved every second of it.
Keith nuzzled the still bleeding gland, lathering it in his saliva with licks that set Lance’s nerves on fire. It hurt, but his contentment far outweighed any pain he could’ve possibly felt in that moment.
“Keith,” Lance whispered― his voice was almost gone, ragged from screaming out his pleasure.
“Yeah?” he asked, pulling away and looming above Lance, fondness pulling at the edges of his smile.
Lance grinned, giddy and content at the same time.
“I love you.”