Hijacking Reality

Chapter 20

Lance's hand that dangled with jewelry, seized a good chunk of Keith's hair into the rigid grip of his palm. His knuckles that had turned as white as snow grazed Keith's scalp, earning him a sough from the red paladin's occupied mouth. One moment they were in the middle of the hallway and the next they were feverishly pressed against the chilled wooden walls of the castle. It wasn't about who made the move first but the series of events that took place between them both. Their actions fizzed away in a sea of bubbles.

Sloppy coos and more words of hate could not even be exchanged in the swelling heat of the air, due to their tongues that were fighting for dominance. Keith's and Lance's rivalry would never die out, not in battle and especially not when they were french kissing. Of course Lance would tell himself that he was the one who was the better kisser. That he had "more experience" than Keith, when really he only kissed one other person in his life; he didn't count his abuela.

Keith was withering against the wall and as much as he wanted to flip positions with Lance, all that his body could animate was his legs that folded around Lance's waist. To make sure Keith did not slide down the wall, his hands held a grip on Keith's surprisingly toned bum.

Keith's body was frozen in the dire need that swarmed like gnats but ignited an intense flame that burned any part of his skin that fell in contact with the other, "L-Lance..."

A moan slipped, which the tanned beauty repaid with a firm grasp on Keith's behind, "Shh."

Lance could only tell Keith to shut up and be quiet this one time and that was a lot since he normally was the one told to stop talking. He'd only see how far this passion would go. Far enough to say a goodbye to this wonderful thing that held onto them like glue or to say goodbye to life as a whole. Lance's wish would be Keith's and that was sealed with this very kiss.

They simultaneously pulled away gulping gallons of air that stung their throats like cool mint. Breaths clattered deep inside the two paladin's chest of fear and pleasure. Coming undone wasn't part of the plan to get rid of the bond. Lance could only think this as his garbs were weighed down by Keith. His toes poking the inside of his white cape and his baggy legged pants lowered on his hips. He could feel the ghosted cloths of silk and chiffon on Keith, which his subconscious was trying to imprint in Lance's mind. Oh the things he would do to just see Keith in this get up of white. It tickled down his stomach from the anticipation and mere notion.

Lance rested his forehead against Keith's, the red paladin's lips glistened in the dying light as he spoke, "Don't hate me."

Keith closed his eyes and furrowed his brows waiting for Lance to say something, after a few moments he leaned forward to whisper in the others expecting ear, "You know how I feel about you."

Keith reluctantly tilted his chin upwards to graze his velvety coated mouth across, to match Lance's sleek colored ones in a sultry manner. The odd angle was enough to make Lance chuckle outwardly because their noses crinkled together like crumpled pieces of paper. It was cute in a way that he didn't assess the situation like he had in battles. It was sloppy, unknowing and frankly one of his first times. Well minus the other kisses they shared but that was besides the point. This one was different.

Having a 'newbie' under his belt felt new and exhilarating. All of the things he could teach this innocent lamb coursed through his brain, like images flashing in a slideshow. More like images of what could be the future... could be. Having a future while trying to protect the universe was a nonsensical cherry that was placed on a pile of green space goo. It was such a colossal ideal that creation wouldn't allow anyone else in this field attain such a privilege. But the future, it was all anyone ever brought into existence could have no matter the circumstances of what was lost in their life; so why should all the paladin's be the lot to bear the weight of the world and risk their own forthcomings that they very well deserved. That's right. Because they were chosen and that was only the beginning of the end.