scriveyner: (Nightbreed/Werewolf AU)
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Title: sure thing falling - 5 - werewolf
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Shiro/Lance
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 3050
Summary: Shiro stuck both of his thumbs in Lance's mouth, rubbing the pads of his fingers over the row of needle-sharp teeth.



Shiro stuck both of his thumbs in Lance's mouth, rubbing the pads of his fingers over the row of needle-sharp teeth. Lance sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, and Shiro chuckled, head tilted in close. "These," Shiro said, managing to prick his thumb on one of Lance's teeth despite his excess of caution, "these are why I don't want your mouth anywhere near my dick today, Lance."

Lance gripped Shiro's wrists with both hands and tugged him free of Lance's mouth. "They're not always that sharp," he said, with a note of complaint in his voice.

"Just when you miss home."

"You're my home." Lance's response was instant and heartfelt and Shiro paused, having not intended to provoke such an emotional response to a flippant remark. He cupped Lance's cheek with his palm and tilted their faces together, sharing the same breath without touching their lips.

"And you're mine," Shiro said softly; he let Lance close the distance between them to claim Shiro's mouth, to curl his hand in Shiro's loose hair. Shiro laughed against Lance's mouth, against his desperation to devour all of the air in his lungs, and Shiro put a small space between them finally.

"You really won't let me suck you?" Lance said, dejectedly, and Shiro combed his fingers through Lance's short hair, giving him a bemused look.

"Maybe later," he said.

Dusk painted Lance's brown skin bronze. The ocean air was fresh and clear, and there was no one around for miles, Shiro was certain of it. They had driven for hours, and aside from a mountain lion they almost hit a few miles west, they hadn't passed anyone - or any thing - that would disturb them out here. Shiro traced his hand down Lance's jaw and plucked at the tee shirt he wore, some touristy kitsch Keith had stashed in the back of the truck. Better than nothing, Shiro had said when Lance made a face at the material.

"Lance," Shiro said, and took Lance's hands in his own. Lance looked down at him, mismatched hands hold Lance's own, and then back to Shiro's face, puzzled.

"You can't be thinking of asking me to marry you," Lance said realistically, and Shiro laughed despite himself, inviting another smile from Lance. "You're a little late to the party on that one."

"No, no," Shiro brought both of Lance's hands to his face and kissed them, earning a pleased expression from the tactile creature. "We fulfilled the covenants of your oath already, I'm not under any illusions concerning that." He looked at Lance's face and felt suddenly exposed, shy. "I'm a werewolf."

"Yeah, no shit," Lance said. "You turning into a giant wolf and all right in front of me wasn't anything resembling a clue. I'm stunned."

"Smartass," Shiro said affectionately. "I've just ... I've never said that out loud, to you. We've never really..." Shiro half-shrugged, and tilted his head. "Introduced ourselves."

Lance laughed , hard and loud, and leaned forward into Shiro's space, their fingers threaded together as he brushed Shiro's nose with his own. "I'm Lance," he said, blue eyes bright and bubbling with his amusement. "And I'm a selkie."

"And a prince," Shiro added.

"Eh," Lance shrugged. "That's less important." He nudged Shiro. "Your turn."

Shiro smiled at him. "My name is Takashi Shirogane," he said. "And I'm a werewolf."

Lance wrinkled his nose and frowned at him. "That entire mess is your name ? No wonder you go by Shiro." He yelped when Shiro tugged him directly into Shiro's arms, but then relaxed into him, tucking his face against Shiro's rough jaw. "I knew I picked well," Lance murmured happily.

"So," Shiro said, and Lance lifted his head quizzically. "About our marriage."

That earned another frown. "If daytime television has taught me anything-" Before Lance could finish that thought Shiro pressed a finger to his lips.

"We're married according to the covenants of the Selkie, the finfolk - correct?" Lance nodded, Shiro's finger still pressed to his lips and keeping him silent. Shiro's expression softened, somewhat. "In that case," he said. "I want to take you as my mate."

Lance blushed in the twilight. "We're not married by werewolf terms?" He tugged Shiro's finger from his lips and grinned, the blush not fading. "Despite the copious amount of sex we've had?"

"Nope," Shiro said. He returned Lance's grin, although it was a little more sheepish. "For me to claim you, you need to have, uh..." he coughed and had a hard time meeting Lance's eye. "Taken my knot."

There was a moment of silence that stretched cavernously between them and Shiro was forced to face Lance head-on - but the expression on his face wasn't one of judgment. Lance was staring at their still-clasped hands and when he realized that Shiro was staring at him, waiting for a response, he blinked rapidly. "I'm still wearing my clothes, he said, dumbly, and that wasn't exactly the response Shiro had been waiting for.

"Uh, yeah?"

"I guess my enthusiastic response was entirely in my own head then, huh?" Lance didn't wait for a response, instead he smacked Shiro's chest with his free hand. "I can't believe that's what it was, I was trying to figure out why you were so weird about sex!"

"I'm not weird about sex."

"Yeah, sure you're not," Lance was amused. "I could tell you were hiding something, you're not the first man I've fucked." Shiro frowned at him and Lance leaned in close, kissing the tip of his nose. "First one I've ever let touch my sealskin, though. Even as a jacket."

Another moment of silence passed between them as they stared at each other in the sunset. Then Shiro let out an amused sigh, and Lance wiggled in close against him, kissing him deeply. "So," Lance said when they separated again, flushed pink to his ears, "what, do I just straight-up ask you for it? Knot me?"

The words struck Shiro in the chest like he'd never felt before, and he felt a growl build in the back of his throat. "Say it again."

"Fuck, knot me , Shiro," Lance said, voice dropping in anticipation, and Shiro kissed him again, pushing him down into the soft grass.

They'd fucked like this before, in Shiro's bed, in the back of Keith's truck; but Shiro had been careful never to go too deep, not to let himself get too carried away. He left that care to the wind now, the breeze off the water cool on their fevered skin. Lance bounced his heel off the back of Shiro's thigh as he pressed in again, pushing Lance past a limit he wasn't aware existed. Lance shuddered and shouted his name, and Shiro slowed his pace, enjoying the feeling of Lance constricting on him, trying to hold him inside.

He knew the feeling well when it built, teetering on the edge of his orgasm. He'd gotten Lance over the hump himself once, and Lance was still slowly pumping his own cock - he probably didn't even realize he was doing it, his other arm flung over his head as he watched Shiro with a glazed expression. Shiro could offer him the out right now and he wouldn't hold it against Lance to take it, but Lance shook his head slowly, as if sensing Shiro's sudden hesitation. "Do it," he whispered, voice scraped raw from the shape of Shiro's name, as if the act would occur on his command. Shiro gritted his teeth and set his jaw, rocking into Lance hard and fast.

It was good, it was so good , and he almost couldn't come because he was so overwhelmed with the feeling. They were doing this now, Lance's skin kissed gold by the dying light of day, and Lance let out an exhausted, aggravated noise, his hand reaching for Shiro's sack, intent on milking the orgasm out of him, if he must.

That was all it took, really, for Shiro to go off. Lance let out a noise of satisfaction as Shiro painted his insides white, but the real fun was just beginning and Shiro pressed forward, holding himself in deep and leaning down to kiss Lance thoroughly. "Last chance," Shiro panted, and Lance pulled him back down into another, passionate kiss.

Shiro watched Lance's face as his knot thickened inside. He was puzzling out the shape of Shiro, trying to isolate this 'knot' idea when it pulsed and grew larger, locking them together. Lance's eyes went wide and then lidded, he wanted to arch his back against the loam but Shiro held him in place, kept him pinned down and rocked his hips slowly so that Lance's pleasure took precedence.

He knew not to move the knot too much, because it was far too much for most humans - but he kept forgetting himself, and forgetting that Lance was not, in fact, most humans. He bucked underneath Shiro, kept rocking his hips forward and back, desperate for another chance to get off. Shiro soothed him and held himself deep, waiting for Lance's shudders to finally end.

"This is my knot," Shiro said as Lance shuddered again, clenching on his cock. He tilted forward over Lance, pushing his legs back to his chest and forcing the knot even deeper as he did so. "By the seafolk's laws you married me," Shiro said, rocking his hips so slowly, enjoying every spasm from Lance. "But now I claim you as my mate." He dragged his mouth down Lance's jaw, nuzzling down his neck until he found the perfect place. Lance let out a small sob when Shiro bit him, he rocked his hips hard and jerked, fingers clawing at Shiro's back as another orgasm tore from him, his cock dribbling wet against his belly.

Shiro rumbled in amusement as Lance hiccuped, barely able to breathe through the emotions roiling in him. He ran his tongue over the torn flesh, lapping the blood from Lance's skin and holding him close. Lance was his .

He ended up rolling them, so that they lay on their sides in the grass, Lance's head tilted in toward Shiro's and tears tracked down his face. Shiro kissed him, wiping his tears with his left hand. "Hey," he said, softly. "You okay?"

"I don't know," Lance's voice was raw, shaking. "I don't know, I feel so strange . It's so overwhelming, I don't understand it..." He worried at his bottom lip, teeth scraping thin red lines of blood. Shiro kept stroking his face, kept soothing him, cradling him close as they remained locked together. Lance's expression shifted, a sudden realization crossing his face and making his eyes fill with tears again.

Shiro, alarmed, held Lance's head and stared at him. "Lance?"

"I love you," Lance said, stunned by the revelation.

Shiro blinked, slowly, and then let out an amused, if slightly exasperated, sigh. "I love you too, Lance," he said, nuzzling Lance's face as he spoke.

"No, you don't understand," Lance said quietly. "Fae can't ... we can't fall in love, Shiro." Shiro lifted his head then, staring deep into Lance's unearthly blue eyes. "This shouldn't be possible. "

"But it is," Shiro said. "You're looking at me, right now, and telling me what's in your heart."

"I don't understand what's happening to me," Lance's arms curled around Shiro's neck, legs tight over Shiro's hips. He was shaking hard, breaths coming in panting gasps despite Shiro's soothing kisses, clenching hard around the knot that locked them together still. "Shiro, fuck, I... fuck-"

Lance let out a shuddering exhale, and went limp.

After a moment, Shiro kissed Lance's forehead gently and pulled him close. It would be a while before his knot went down enough for him to disengage, and Lance wouldn't wake up for it, anyway. "I do love you," Shiro said softly. "Despite everything, Lance, I do. "

Lance didn't respond, of course, and Shiro tucked Lance's head against his neck and closed his eyes, relaxing in the grass and drifting as he listened to the distant sound of the waves hitting the shore.

#


Lance didn't wake up even as night fell and the moon rose. Shiro's knot went down as it always did, and he finally, reluctantly pulled free. Shiro cleaned them both up with towels and kissed Lance's face as he moved him from the soft grass to a softer quilt. He laid beside Lance on the blanket and watched the stars, ignoring the way the full moon sat low on the horizon and rippled in his blood.

He wanted to run wild in these untamed woods, throwing his head back and braying excitedly about his conquest, his mate . He wanted to announce it to the world now, he'd laid claim and been claimed, and his heart was so full of the emotion it made sleep impossible. He would not leave Lance's side, however, because these were untamed woods and the sleeping selkie was vulnerable like this, naked and beautiful under the moonlight.

The scent of a potential predator caught his attention, skulking around in the bushes and Shiro rose on four legs, lips pulled back in a snarl. He wouldn't allow anyone to taint this sacred space, this small patch of grass in the moonlight where his lover lay, and the white wolf stood tall in the clearing, growling softly.

The mountain lion never breached the underbrush that surrounded the clearing, but Shiro stood at alert until its scent faded away, lost in the cool evening air. He sat vigilant beside Lance's sleeping form, until Lance rolled against him, one hand seeking Shiro's warmth. When he laid down beside Lance, Lance immediately buried his face against the warm fur of Shiro's side, and his ears flicked as Lance sighed and settled back to sleep

Shiro didn't close his eyes, keeping watch until the first rosy rays of daylight began to lighten the morning sky.

#


"Okay," Shiro said over breakfast - pancakes as only a truck stop could make them, piled high in front of a wide-eyed Lance who looked like he'd hit the proverbial jackpot - "so, if you're a prince, does that make me a prince-consort, or what?"

He cradled his coffee blearily, between his hands, leeching as much warmth and alertness from the mug with his left hand as he possibly could. He was enjoying the sensation immensely ... almost as much as Lance was enjoying his stack of pancakes.

"Not exactly," Lance said, or at least, Shiro thought he said because his mouth was crammed entirely too full to be clearly understood. Shiro raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his coffee, waiting for clarification - and for Lance to swallow. Which he did, with great gusto, and let out a little satisfied sigh. "Yeah, sure, I'm a prince , but I'm like ..." he rolled his eyes heavenward and then started to count on his fingers. When he reached his second hand he gave up and shrugged. "Way too far away from the throne to even worry about it."

"There's a throne?"

"Yeah, it's made out of whale bones and the timbers of schooners lost to the deep." Lance stuck a large fork full of pancakes into his mouth and only just missed dribbling syrup everywhere. He rolled his eyes at Shiro's thoughtful expression and swallowed. "No, there's not a throne, we're seals , we don't sit on thrones."

"But you have a monarchy."

"Someone has to represent us to the Court," Lance put down his fork. "It's not like there's a proper selkie society or anything, everyone just does their own thing to survive, we're just..." he gestured with one hand, and Shiro nodded although he didn't quite get the gesture. "Living our lives and stuff. My family was chosen by the Court to be representative of our kind, is all. It's an honorary title."

Shiro smiled. "Prince Lance the humble."

Lance rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. "Don't call me that."

"Apologies, my prince."

Lance pointed his fork at Shiro. "That, don't do that either. It's bad enough you and your buddy know, can you imagine who'd be breathing down my neck if they thought I had any special ~selkie prince~ bullshit magic? There's be a whole line of treasure hunters up our asses."

That was a fair point, all told, so Shiro left it at that.

They left the diner as the sun rose high in the misty morning sky. They hadn't gone straight home, yet - Shiro was a little pleased that he defaulted to home when he thought of his modest little cabin - but instead they had driven some back roads, staying off the main highways. There was no guarantee that some security camera hadn't picked up on Keith's Jeep so he switched the plates when they pulled off the side of the road for Lance to take a piss, and they continued on their way.

"Where are we headed today?" Lance asked, settling a pair of truck-stop sunglasses on his face.

Shiro hesitated when he climbed into the Jeep. Lance sensed his hesitation and gave him a shy glance, unusual for him. "Where do you feel like?" Shiro asked as he closed the door. Lance let out a long, thoughtful sigh, and then wiggled in the passenger seat.

"This has been fun and all," he said, "but I really want to have sex in a bed again." He looked over his sunglasses as Shiro laughed, eyebrow raised. "Hey, it's not your ass that's getting grooves in it from the floorboards."

"Fair enough," Shiro said, resting his forearm on the steering wheel. Lance looked at him in surprise when he reached his prosthetic arm across the space between them and took Lance's left hand, leaning it over and tugging it to his mouth so he could kiss the back of it, before threading his fingers through Lance's. "I love you, Lance," Shiro said, firmly.

Lance flushed scarlet to his hairline. He clearly wanted to jerk his hand away, but didn't, and after a moment relaxed. "I love you too," he said, the words clearly unfamiliar but with the same emotion behind them. Then, Lance smiled, and Shiro smiled back.

"Let's go home," Shiro said, and put the car into gear.
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