Re:Dates and Prank Wars

[balancingedge]

Who: Keith, Shiro, and you!
When: See prompts
Where: Voltron House and Arito proper
What: The Prank War in the Voltron and friends household begins. Also dates and getting busted on one. (But was it really a secret or is Lance just that dense?)
Warnings/Notes: We tried so hard to keep back the gay spoilers. It lasted X tags.

Just A Quiet Evening (locked to Takashi Shirogane) - 9/29
[It was Shiro’s choice this evening, and thankfully everyone else seems to be out or in their rooms by the time both are about to leave the house looking… well, halfway decent and decidedly not in work uniforms or job armor. It’s a small miracle, despite the fact it’s still casual clothing. Keith in particular is sporting a light jacket, a decent shirt that isn’t just another black t-shirt for once (it’s red plaid; no one should be surprised at this point). Plus, by this point he’s fairly certain everyone at home had gotten the subtle clues. (Oh, how wrong he is.)]

Ready? [He asks, waiting at the back door as Shiro approaches, a relaxed almost-smile playing at the corner of his lips yet it dances in violet eyes. He’s been looking forward to this all week.]

A Quiet Evening Interrupted (Locked to Takashi Shirogane and Lance) - 9/29
[All seemed to be going rather well, all things considered. For a college town, there was plenty of cafes to choose from. There was even a lovely window seat available when they arrived to the locally-owned cafe they’d decided upon. On the edge of town and surrounded by college housing, but cozy and inviting. Both are chatting quietly, relaxed and very much in their best yet-still-casual attire…

Keith’s smiling at some joke Shiro just told. What is this madness?]

The Pranks Begin… - 9/30
[Everything seemed to be going rather well this morning. The sun was shining, the desert insects were still buzzing, the college kids were likely still nursing a hangover from illegal drinking the night before… It was the start of a good day and nothing could go wrong.

Except for one teeny tiny little thing: And that thing being vibrant green dye going down the drain as Keith showered. He stepped out of the shower, drying off when he noticed some of the color come off on the towel.]

… [He sighs, wraps the towel around his waist, and goes back into their bedroom proper to get his slate.] Very funny, Shiro.

[Except his expression says anything but that. Instead, he takes the device, walks back into the bathroom, and slams the door.]

Careful this morning Lance. Someone decided to start some pranks.

[Then followed by a mass text to everyone in the house (except Shiro):]

Whatever you do tomorrow, don’t sit in Shiro’s usual chair at the table.

[He has a plan, but that will have to wait. He turns the water back on and ups the temperature to as hot as he can handle before going back in, leaving the device on the counter and the bathroom door locked.

...and is very, very grumpy when he can't get all the green out before work. He sits down at the table, fully dressed, irritated and very much attempting not to show it. He's not very successful. Especially if someone starts snickering.]

Not. A word.

A Poked Lion is Never A Good Thing - 9/30
[He tried so hard and got so far, but in the end his hair is still a dark shade a green. Keith seems irritated by this fact as he wanders the local shops in Arito and, later in the afternoon, Sparks Golsaucia. In Arito he’s looking at… shampoo? Especially since a certain someone was so kind to add hair dye to his.

And then, in Sparks Golsaucia... huh. That certainly is some super duty glue he’s looking at. What ever could that be used for?] “WARNING: Do not use acetone to remove”... Perfect.

[... Uh oh.]

Wildcard
[Want to run into Keith while he’s still wandering around before the fifth and thus while his hair is still green? Feel free to poke me! He’ll likely be working on his Custom Job still, along with flying and working on trade routes.]

Comments

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Think we should let him get near Green? [He asks, following the movements of the third and fourth as the first two retreat in defeat. He fires off two shots, hitting them both in the torso. Hopefully the third didn't like that shirt. It looks expensive.

He's shifts slightly in his seat and finds resistance. He pauses, minutely pulling away as he adjusts his paintball gun. Oh, clever, Shiro. Very clever.]

[spaceforged]

Near, but not touching her. [He lets the fourth think he ran out of ammo and gets him square in the chest. Nice.

His gaze is focused on the scene below but he's waiting. Keith will remark on it at some point. He has to. A smug grin spreads across his face for a fraction of an instant and gone again.

He's a patient man.]

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[Keith keeps Mark in his sights for that exact reason. Not looking towards Shiro as he goes deathly still again. He's about to fire when Mark suddenly dives away from Green and changes his course.]

Well, may want to adjust that plan. He's heading for Yellow instead.

[Or IS HE? ...Is he? He's suddenly very curious about this. Also not wanting to let Shiro onto the fact he knows.]

[spaceforged]

...are you sure? [Shiro keeps track of the retreating college students as they shamefully admit defeat. He sweeps his sight back over Mark. Yellow's barrier is still up. There would be no way to reach the Lion.

As he watches he leans forward a little more. It takes him three seconds to figure out where Mark is going.]

No. He's heading for the Black Lion!

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[No, he isn't. Though he's far too amused he succeeded in getting Shiro distracted from "just how long until he knows" with just a simple comment. He takes the opportunity to get the sixth before he even really tries. Between the shoulder blades. Apparently they're drunker then they thought because that's all it takes for numero sies to fall on their backside. How sad.]

Despite both of us sitting up here. Must be really determined. [Also very stupid, and very drunk. He switches back to observing Mark and waits.]

Let him get close enough before firing. [They could even sit back and laugh if Black startles him first. ]

[spaceforged]

[He glances over at him and smiles, returning to his vigil. Let him get close. That's exactly what he thought.]

Yes, sir.

[So sue him, flirting right now was the perfect opportunity. Mark stumbles on in that shuffling determined movements of the very drunk.]

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[A faint smile crosses his lips as he briefly glances back. He'd brush against him if he weren't glued to the spot. Literally! So instead he returns to the vigil, waiting. And, just as Mark starts to get close, Black snarls. It's enough to briefly cause Mark to lose his balance, and him falling flat on his face is all it takes.

Five yards is close enough for the Lion, apparently. He waits until he tries to get up again before firing. Twice. Once in the right shoulder, the other on the left side of his chest.

He tried. A valiant attempt was made.

Keith waits for any shots Shiro was going to make before he speaks.] So, [He keeps a watchful gaze on Mark until he's clear.] Which glue did you use?

[spaceforged]

The same glue you used. [Shiro remarks as he calmly distracts Mark with a shot missing his side. Mark turns around and he nails him twice in the back. Naturally, this means the sport of don't touch the lions is over. Mark retreats and Shiro sets his gun down.]

Acetone is right out. It's either cushion to tail or... [He trails off as he leans back and crosses his arms over his chest.]

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[What did these poor cushions do to deserve this...? That's two in one month they're gonna have to reupholster or replace entirely, Shiro. Granted the first one was because he wanted to not ruin the actual chair, but still!

Keith sighs, firing one more shot at Mark - hitting him in the backside as he clears the field. He'll get him a drink later. After he's sobered up.]

So you found where I hid the rest. [Juuust great. He mulls it over only for a second before he sets his paintball gun down. Keith reaches back to untie the cushion from behind him, letting Shiro think he's going to choose that option for a moment.

At least, until he undoes the button on his pants.] You're lucky I didn't wear one of my good pairs, sir.

[He looks right at Shiro as he unzips, stands up. His boxers are red with black stripes. No one he'll run into during the walk of "shame" should be surprised.

Both pants and cushion fall to the floor as he lets them go and turns to leave. Except he stops to pull Shiro into a kiss. It's chaste and doesn't last long, but there's a glint of something mischievous in his eyes when he pulls away.] Enjoy trying to sleep the next couple nights, baby.

[Unless he pulls him back, Keith will lightly brush against Shiro's arm before leaving.]

[spaceforged]

I did. [He watches Keith. What will he do? They've been playing a game since this prank war began. Their flirting is taking on new dimensions and promising more than it ever has.

Keith undoing his pants sends sparks of heat through his blood. He has to clench his hands on the chair arms not to reach out and pull him in close. His eyes near leave his as the pants and cushion fall to the roof.

He catches on seconds before Keith turns and leans up into the offered kiss. It's sweet and doesn't last long. Baby.

He pulls him back in for a searing kiss. The game they've been playing is dangerous but it feels like they're heading for the end of it. He nips at his bottom lip. He should stop before he starts forgetting why he suggested they get used to their relationship first. He pulls back with a curse.] Can you really say you'll be sleeping any better?

[He leans back in and just shares air with him, pressing their foreheads together.] Be patient with me a little longer, okay?

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[Well, he'll have to hide the glue in a better place next time, if Shiro was kind enough to put it back where he found it. Not that he is going to use it in his revenge prank. No, that would be too obvious. Though this did give him an idea-

The thought immediately leaves him as Shiro pulls him back in; deepens it. A brief thought of sitting in his lap comes to mind, but he promised to be patient with him. that would go a step too far. (Not to mention they might have a very drunk audience down below, even at a distance.) He still kisses back, a small yet pleased note escaping him as Shiro nips at his lip. He'd be more than welcome inside, except the moment he opens his mouth he pulls away.

God, this is torture. He reins himself in just enough to keep himself from continuing the kiss.]

Hm, can't I? [He's not the one who has to worry about a revenge prank. Though it takes him a split second to remember that, resting his forehead against Shiro's under the desert sun like this. It also occurs to him he could take one of the biggest lessons Shiro'd taught him to a different level, but, nah.

He laughs quietly at the idea.] You have to ask?

[spaceforged]

I'm just being grateful. [Keith has been more than patient with him sorting himself out. He doesn't want to mess anything up and that means taking time to find their dynamic and their song in his blood. He already knows it well but getting used to being with someone again is...hard.

He strokes his fingers over Keith's scar and steals a brief kiss from his lips. It's alright to have this. They both have more than earned some happiness. A little rest.

It's true he has to worry about a revenge prank and they share the same room but.] And I'll sleep just fine. You've given me a lot to dream about.

[He cups his face in his hands and leans in, kissing him and parting his own lips to let him inside. Some times his brakes aren't the best.]

[balancingedge]

[Keith raises an eyebrow. Grateful, huh. He supposes, though he could say the same of a lot of things Shiro's done. Well, except maybe what happened to his poor pants. He should probably go inside and grab another pair-

His hand finds its way to the back of Shiro's neck, a small grin playing across his lips at the kiss.]

Hm, guess I have. [He teases back. To say it hasn't been difficult holding himself back would be an outright lie. Yet he does so, because he was asked.

It's a promise that's hard to keep when Shiro does things like this. His own brakes aren't that great and it takes a lot of his willpower to keep from letting his restraints be burned up in the heat of the moment.

Screw it; let a couple burn. Fingers toy with the fine white hairs on the back of Shiro's neck as he explores with his tongue, teasing him in order to urge him to fight for dominance. Audience? What's that?]

[spaceforged]

[He loves it when Keith grins. It feels like he achieved something. Keith used to smile or grin so rarely. His fingers are warm against his neck and that’s tempting in and of itself. He has thought about kissin his finger tips and his palms.

He wraps his arms around him and slides his hand up his back into his hair. He should stop this right here. But they earned a little peace. He winds his fingers through Keith’s soft dark hair and slides his tongue inside. Keith wants a fight, and he’s willing to give him one. Who cares who sees.]

[balancingedge]

[Those smiles have come more frequently these days; most of the time because of the man below him. Their friends and a few pranks successfully pulled here and there, sure, but mostly his lover. He's pictured so many things but most of them are very much not safe to discuss in civilized company and the player is too lazy to mark this as nsfw.

They really should stop, but he's finding that hard with how Shiro wraps his arms around him and toys with his hair. Keith put up a fight, but Shiro wins out in the end. Barely. A welcome shiver goes up his spine.

He can't breathe. He pulls away just as he hears someone loudly cheer. If he gave a shit he'd flip them off.]

Shiro... [He knows he wants to be patient but at this rate his brakes are going to give way. That, and they should- probably move inside if they both fail and fall into the fire.]

[spaceforged]

[The sparks in his blood have ignited into a flame and he's still holding back as they battle for who wins their match for dominance. He's hyper-aware of every little touch and the shiver doesn't go unnoticed. He pulls back to catch his breath and ignores the cheering below.

He had restraint up until Keith says his name in that breathy, almost pleading tone. It's too much. It's just right. He stands up, sweeping Keith into his arms and carries him out of sight of those below and into the house.