Space Dads

9

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"Keith bring me a plate of goo!"

"Yes, master."

Keith groaned unenthusiastically, standing up from his place at the long table making his way to the kitchen. Lance sat smugly in the chair he usually sat in, his feet propped up on the table, and a mischievous smirk on his face.

Keith drug his feet, plate of green goo in hand, a tired-of-your-shit look on his face. He dropped the plate on the table, as the jello-like substance jiggling slightly.

"Try again," Lance ordered, gesturing to the plate. "But nicer this time."

Keith sighed, picking the plate back up before setting it down gently, throwing on a fake smile. He grit his teeth, clenching his jaw down tightly, his hand balled into a fist.

"Better, master?"
He managed to sound out angrily.

Lance wasn't intimidated at all, in fact he thought Keith's mad face was cute. The red on his forehead, was probably one of Lances favorite facial expressions that Keith made.

So Lance decided he was going to push all of Keith's buttons until he either snapped and stabbed him in the throat, or they had mad hot sex.

"Lance is this why you told us you and Keith couldn't take care of the baby?" Pidge asked, gesturing to the baby sleeping soundly on Hunk's shoulder.

"Mmhmm."
Lance hummed, a smirk on his face signifying he got yet another brilliant idea.

He brought his attention back over to Keith, who had his head placed on his fist, as he stared blankly at the table. His hair still in a sloppy braid, pieces falling over his face.

"Servant,"
Lance addressed, the grin growing on face. "Wha–" Lance shot him a look, Keith sighed.

"Yes master?"
Keith sighed again.

"Feed me."
Lance ordered happily. Keith slammed his head on the table, giving off a loud bang.
"I can't believe you agreed to play 'Yes Master' with Lance," Pidge stated.

"It's like playing video games with Satan and you feel like you're winning, but in the end he gets what he wants—even if you do what he says."

Keith banged his head on the table again. "I'm waiting."
Lance cooed, as Keith picked his head up.

He groaned grabbing the spoon.
Keith scooped up a bite of goo and feed it to Lance who grinned afterwards.

"This is gonna be so much fun."
Lance declared.

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Lance entered his room, Keith following diligently, holding a plate of goo. Lance sat down on his bed. "Gimme the plate." Lance said. Keith handed him the plate, careful not to spill.

"Sit right here, servant." Lance ordered, pointing to the floor in between his legs. Keith sighed, as he slipped between Lance's legs.

When Keith watched as Lance took his shirt off. "W-what are you doing?" He asked, his cheeks becoming slightly red.

"Let's play a game."
Lance stated, tossing his shirt aside. Keith tilted his head to the side, obviously confused.
"Game?"

"Yes a game, but this game is called: Lets See how Badly Keith Wants to Win Yes Master."
Lance stated, a smirk still on his face. "I want this."
Keith's eyes narrowed, like he was ready to face any challenge.
Lance's smirk only grew, as those words filled the air.