(smut, language, gore. Sorry, I wanted to wright another smut)

Lance's left eye was struggling to stay closed, his legs ached from their crouched position on the roof of the four story building. He took a deep breath to reduce the shaking but it had no effect. A light sprinkle of rain laid out on his back and Lance wiped at the scope. It's almost two in the morning, and their victim has only now shown himself.

The focus on the scope was only semi clear, but the lady on the other end looking directly at him was crystal clear. 

"Lance? Can you hear me?" Lance heard Keith whisper.

Lance smiled at his boyfriend and answered. After responding, Lance went back to the task at hand, using the scope to search for the male known as Skull.

Skull was known for getting away with a rape and had done much more than that in the past. He had killed two people, kidnapped one woman, robbed countless of banks and homes, and at each home has raped the women. Trial after trial has been held against him, each one making him get sent free. This was where Lance and Keith came in.

The victims of an assault, those who have no clouser over crimes that were committed out of lust or envy, or family members that believe that they deserve justice come to Lance or Keith. They've had multiple cases, but this is the most requested.

Multiple people have asked them to take doen this guys, and they finally zeroed in on right one. Form each person, in total, this guy was getting them fifteen hundred dollars. Keith and Lance loved their job, and the pay was just a bonus.

Skull was currently at the bar across from Lance, the one where Keith was in. The criminal was now looking at the variety of girls on the dance floor, but one in particular. Keith stood at the edge of the dance floor in a short black skirt and a red crop top. His hair was curled and he had on knee high boots with a sharp heel. 

The outfit was picked out by Lance, Keith telling him that he need help picking an outfit to catch everyone's eye. The short black skirt went down to Keith's upper thigh, and even higher in the back. The crop top was ruffled at the bottom and was off the shoulder. Much against Lance's judgment, Keith insisted that he wore a black crop top tank top underneath because it was loose on his slender frame. Now that Lance could see the outfit in action, the tank top help him a lot. 

All eyes were on Keith, but they were discrete. All trying their best to stare but not be rude. The way Keith rolled his hips to the music was captivating, even to the girls. Lance was whispering sweet encouragements into the earpiece and heard soft laughter coming from the other end.

Lance stopped talking and could only watch as Skull walked over to his boyfriend and gripped his hips. Keith put on a fake smile and turned to face the criminal. He wrapped his arms around his neck and swayed his hips. Skulls liquered breath wormed its way into Keith's nostrils as his hands slithered their way to Keith's ass. Keith wanted nothing more than to punch the sex demon and run into Lance's arms, but instead moved a hand down to Skulls chest.

Through his ear piece, Lance could hear Keith giggling and laughing. His acting skills have got a lot better. Keith pulled on Skulls brown jacket and dragged him out the club door into the blanket of night. Keith's laugh can be heard without the ear piece as it echoed throughout the alley.

Skull pushed Keith against the alley's walls and attacked his neck. Lance heard Keith give a loud moan and he gripped his sniper. He watched as the rapist moved his hands up Keith's thigh and lifted him up.

Lance lined up to take his shot, aming for the killers head. There were footsteps coming from behind Lance and he turned to see some of Skulls men. Lance jumped up and blocked a punch the was swung at him. Lance took the opportunity to punch the man in the gut to send him to the floor.

Keith could hear through his own ear piece his boyfriend fighting. Skull had him pinned to the wall and locked him around his waist. Keith let out another fake moan and reached to tug on Skulls white hair. He heard Skull give a grunt and took the distraction to reached behind himself to grab his knife. 

In one quick motion, Keith brought the dagger up and between Skulls shoulder blades. Blood began to pool through his fingers as he twisted the knife and made the cut down, just grazing the spine. Keith could feel the blood flowing out and sputtering onto the ground. Quiet whimpers were coming from the criminal as he slowly sank to the stained floor of the alley.

Lance smiled when he saw the man who had his Keith fall. Keith looked up to the tall building next to him and waved a blood covered hand. Lance pulled out his hand gun and shot directly into the second man's chest who had begun to charge towards him. As the man feel the other stood. He fell right back down as a bullet went through his chest.

Keith bit his lip, Lance didn't even look away to shoot. Lance could feel the man's crimson fluid splatter out onto his face and hand, along with everything in between. Keith giggled and "accidently" wiped some of the blood onto his face to curl his hair behind his ear. Lance gave a low, deep chuckle and gathered his things.

Before the door shut completely they were on each other. Their things clinking on the floor as the boys were gripping and grinding onto anything that they could get their hands on. Blood from their victims were mixing together in jagged smears. 

The small house that they shared held so many deep, dark secrets of the two, the number one being how many people they've killed. But a very close second would be in the bedroom alone. 

Both had known about their own kinks for blood and the thrill for killing, but was very concerned that the other had the same interest. Mind the less, things in bed haven't been the same.

The blood found on Lance's hands had made its way to Keith's hair, gripping at it tightly with enough force to pull his head back. Keith shouted in pleasure as Lance bit down onto Keith's exposed neck. Lance pulled away to kiss the new indentations that he made. 

To make up for the mark, Lance pressed his leg against Keith's crotch; only to be pushed back and then pulled to the small hallway. Both boys laughed as they neared the bedroom, Lance picking Keith up, bridal style, and carrying him to the bedroom. Keith giggled into Lance's neck and kissed it lightly.

Lance tossed Keith to the bed and climbed on top, digging his leg where he left it. Keith screamed out and forced Lance down to his neck as well as pushing one of Lance's hands down to his stomach. Lance licked down Keith's neck and left a few hickeys where need be.

The blood on Lance's hand was now spreading across Keith's stomach. Keith pressed the side of his head into the bed while letting out a satisfying sigh. Lance chuckled and started kissing the skin that had no blood. Keith pulled Lance's hair with a giggle as he tried to sit up.

After pressing another kiss to the smaller ones stomach, Lance sat back and let Keith up. Keith smiled and placed his hands onto Lance's chest. He slid one hand under the hem of the shirt and curled his fingers together into a fist on Lance's stomach. After removing the shirt, Lance found five streaks of blood running towards Keith's hand.

Lance leaned forward and placed a soft, gentle kiss to Keith's forehead and slid his hand down the middle of Keith's back. Keith hummed and smiled as he brushed his fingers against the streaks of blood on his partners face. Lance pressed his hand against Keith to create a bloody handprint in the middle of his back before pulling both of Keith's crop tops off.

Keith flipped their positions to straddle his lover. With bloodied hands on his hips, Keith began to grind down on Lance's crotch with his own. Lance let out a sigh of relief at the attention and pulled Keith down to his level to give him a hungry kiss.

The boys pulled away from one another and removed the rest of the clothing, leaving them in their boxers; only, Lance was the only one to be wearing boxers. Keith had on a pair of lacey, black undergarments that barley covered anything. Lance's mouth watered at the sight alone and gently touched to top part of the panties.

"I wanted to surprise you," Keith said in a low voice.

Lance licked his lips, "You've been a bad boy, Keithy. Letting that man touch you like that while I had to watch."

Keith blushed and rolled his hips, "I'm sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean to."

Lance dipped a finger into the side strap of the panties and pulled back, only to have it snapped into Keith's side. Keith whimpered and placed his hands on Lance's chest.

"Did you let him touch you on purpose?"

"No, Daddy."

Snap

"Do you want Daddy to be upset with you?

"N-No, Daddy."

Snap

"You know Daddy doesn't like it when you studder like that, baby boy. Now let me the truth. Did you want me to watch?"

"..."

Snap

"Tell Daddy."

Snap

"Daddy?"

Snap

"Yes, baby?"

Snap

"Please, Daddy, I need you so badly."

Keith was beginning to shake at the this point. His hips were rolling out of control and he began to bounce. Lance smiled and flipped them around.

"Be a good boy and give Daddy your ass."

Keith's face brighten and he turned around to press his ass towards Lance. Lance brought a hand down to Keith's mouth and before he could say anything Keith had them in his mouth. Lance smacked a hand down on Keith's round ass and Keith scream, causing the fingers fall out.

"You're being such a bad boy tonight, Keithy."

Another hit was made and then another. Keith screamed with pain and pleasure coming at him all at once. Lanced hummed at the red mark that was his hand print and pulled down the lacey undergarments. 

After tossing them to the side, Lance reached down and gripped Keith's dick tightly. The sheets tightened around Keith's hands as Lance stroked him. Lance's hand moved down to the tip of Keith's cock and he pinched it with the tips of his fingers, causing more pre cum to come out. Keith's voice ended up twice as high when the pain shot through him. It felt so good yet so wrong, just like there jobs.

"Hush now, baby, or you'll wake everyone in the neighborhood."

Keith felt Lance's hand loosen its grip and rubbed up to his stomach over the dried blood. The sweat was turning it back into it's liquid state but it would take a while for that to happen. Lance put his own fingers into his mouth a coated them in saliva, much against Keith's constant complaining about he wanted to do it.

"Sorry, baby, you had your chance."

With a dark smirk growing on his lips, Lance pressed a finger straight into Keith's red marked ass. There was no warning of preparation, just a single finger sliding in with ease. To much ease.

"Keith...Did he-?"

Keith let out a whimper and Lance stopped short, knowing what the answer was for himself. Lance knitted his eye brows together and curled his finger to earn a moan from the boy beneath him. Without any hesitation, Lance stuffed two more fingers into Keith and spread them. He twisted his wrist but kept his fingers spread wide, stretching Keith quickly and not quietly. This was his Keith. His.

Lance leaned down and bit into Keith's shoulder, making damn well sure that the mark would be there for a few days before pulling back. Lance stayed down and curled his fingers. While they were curled he rotated his wristed to scrape against Keith's walls.

Keith's trembled and screamed Lance's title. He just needed Lance to say it, but he never did. He was waiting for the right moment. Damn teaser. Keith rolled his hips against the fingers and moaned again. Lance took the hint and pulled his fingers out. He wiped them off on the bed and lined himself up. Keith bit his lip as the tip pressed into his tight hole, dry. There wasn't nearly enough preparation but he didn't care. He needed Lance to feel the same pleaser that he's feeling, The same longing the we was feeling. He wanted Lance to feel everything he felt.

He was finally all the way in and sat still. Keith could feel the hotness of his lovers breath on his neck before it was kissed softly. Each spine bone was individually kissed before Lance moved out just as slow as he moved in. Once the tip was the only thing left inside, Lance thrusted forward. Keith screamed as Lance hit his prostate on the first thrust. The thrusts continued before both boys were a panting mess.

"D-daddy~, please~, harder~," Keith begged.

Lance grunted at the stutter but complied and thrusted with everything he got. His grip on Keith's hips tightened. Keith's walls swallowed his cock perfectly. The smell of sweat and sex filled the enclosed room within moments of entering. Lance reached a hand down to Keith's hair and tugged, Keith's head flying back along with his hand to grip Lance's wrist.

Taking his chance, Lance bent down and bit the side of Keith's neck, enough to draw the tiniest bit of blood. Keith's voice was getting raw and tired but he shouted out into the air without hesitation. Lance sank his teeth into the bite mark a bit more before pulling back and licking up the small amount of blood. He continued the lick up to his ear and kissed it as he picked up the pace.

Keith was breathing heavily and had let go of Lance's wrist to hold onto the side of his boyfriends face. A brief kiss was shared and Lance wrapped an arm around Keith. Keith sighed and did his best to cuddle his face into his lover. Lance smiled and said, "Mine."

A bright smile grew on Keith's face. He said it.

Lance's hand made it's way back to Keith's cock and gave it a few tight pumps before hot cum came out. Keith had thrown his head back and Lance kisses the neck again. After a few more thrusts in Keith's tightened walls, Lance pulled out a came on Keith's back.

Keith's legs gave out on him but Lance's arm was still around him to hold him up. The two stayed in this position for a while before Lance wrapped the arm around the back of Keith's legs to hoist him up and carry him to their shared bathroom.

After a calm, gental cleaning Lance brought Keith back out to the bed and sat him down at the foot of the bed. Keith laid down and watched with a content smile his boyfriend taking off the blanket and sheet. Lance walked them to the laundry room and set them on top of the washer, deciding to deal with them tomorrow. He grabbed a new sheet and blanket and came back to the bedroom to find a drifting Keith.

With a happy sigh, Lance did his best to put the sheet on the bed without disturbing the boy. After a good ten minutes the sheet was finally on. Lance picked the finally asleep ravenette and pulled him closer as they fell into the new sheets. Lance pulled the blanket up and closed them into it, drifting off along side Keith.

His Keith.

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Alright, here's what's going on.

I'm a dancer, and from Monday through Thursday I'm at the studio from 4-9. But on Tuesdays I'm there from 3-9. So right now I'm trying to balance sleep, school, dance, and writing at the same time.

I refuse to give up though!

I love you all and want to thank you SOOOOOOOO much for over 150 reads. The moment I saw this I wanted to scream! ThAnK yOu So MuCh!!!!!!!!

I LOVE YOU GUYS WITH A BURNING PASION!!!!!

Bye Bye!

-Pinetree