She couldn’t even acknowledge that he existed. As if he was the tiniest wine stain on a red dress she owned, forgotten and not given a second thought. Cast aside like the heels that pained her feet.
Lance had plenty of one-night-stands before. Some were bad, others were good and on some occasions they were amazing.
That was one of those times.
The woman stood across the table grabbing hors d'oeuvres with her small and nimble fingers. The party was for her— or rather her father’s accomplishment— but she carried herself as if she was under constant watch of people who expected her to live up to certain expectations. Like a princess.
Lance held the wine glass up to his lips unmoving. His royal blue eyes tried sending telepathic messages to the woman. ‘See me.’ 'Look at me.’ 'Do something so I know you know I exist.’ 'Ask me for another go.’ He tried but she continued to ignore him.
That was fine, he wasn’t here for her anyway. This was only the second night of four. He could seduce dozens of other women in that time.
A four day party. Lance had never heard of such a thing aside from festivals or holiday traditions. This was a formal, classic suit-and-tie type of party celebrating a new program called Voltron. He was only invited because Katie got a plus-one and Hunk was already going with his girlfriend.
So Lance was stuck eyeing the pretty lady across the table who was now in the arms of a large gentleman with white streaks in his full black hair and a scar across his nose that demanded a story.
Lance got flashbacks from the hot amazing sex the two had had in one of the building’s bathrooms the night before.
She hadn’t wanted him to leave as soon as they were done, she wanted him to stay and hold her— which kind of weirded Lance out but he wasn’t going to say no after an encounter like that.
The woman and the man kissed passionately and it made Lance look down so he wouldn’t seem like he was staring and then he noticed a wedding band on her finger he hadn’t seen before.
'Perfect.’ He groaned to himself and walked away to go mingle and discuss the program.
An hour or so later, Lance was too tired to continue standing and doing absolutely nothing but saying hello to strangers he still had not run into. It wasn’t until he bumped into a gentleman with long-ish black hair and he almost spilled his newly filled wine glass. “Ah hell, man!”
“Sorry. Watch out.” The man replied and looked past Lance. The look on his face that appeared after was terrifying. He went pale and his pupils dilated and Lance could physically see his lips go dry.
“Hey are you good? You bumped into me but I don’t want to kill anyone-”
“I’m Keith.” The man said hurriedly.
“Okay?” Lance responded confused. He lifted his glass to his lips but Keith put a hand over the top to keep Lance from drinking. “Hey!”
Keith was getting nervous. Whatever was behind Lance was freaking Keith out to the core. Lance turned his head to look but Keith smashed his lips into Lance’s and gripped the bottom of his suit jacket.
It was a hard kiss and a little sloppy. Wasn’t great but that was probably because whatever spooked Keith kept him from focusing.
Lance did his best to slow it down and make it better. If he was going to kiss a stranger for no reason, it was going to be decent.
A finger tapped Lance’s shoulder. A third of Lance didn’t want the kiss to end because if he was being honest, this man was hot. A third of him expected him to break the kiss and get sucker punched in the jaw. Another third of him expected a drink in the face.
He broke the kiss slowly and prepared for the worst when he turned around. Behind him stood the man he saw kissing Lance’s one-night-stand from earlier.
“Hello?” Lance said unsure of how to go about this.
“Hi.” The man smiled with a voice that almost knocked the wind out of Lance. “I’m Takashi Shirogane.”
Now that Lance got a better look at him too, he was broader and taller than he thought. Also handsomer. But Lance noticed his mouth smiled politely but his eyes burned a hole through Lance’s soul.
“That’s cool.” Lance replied feeling Keith’s breath on the back of his neck.
“And that’s Keith.” Shiro nodded behind Lance.
“So who are you?” Shiro’s pursed his lips and flicked his eyes towards Keith.
“I’m just a guy enjoying a four-day party and the local lips of certain people. Is there a problem?” Lance drank his liquid courage quite graciously to keep himself calm infront of this guy.
“No… no there isn’t. Have a good night.” Shiro frowned and walked away clenching and unclenching his fists.
“Okay… so what the fuck was that about?” Lance turned back around to Keith who regained color back in his face.
“Oh uh… I sleep with him.” Keith mumbled.
Lance shrugged. “So why did you ask me to kiss you? He abuse you or something?”
“No!” Keith said a loud enough for people to turn heads. He gulped and loosened his crimson red tie to keep himself from suffocating on humiliation. “No.” He said quieter.
“He’s married and his wife doesn’t know, but he thinks we’re exclusive. I just don’t like sneaking around at his house or in public.” Keith explained in a hush voice. Lance was fascinated.
“That beautiful woman over there is his wife isn’t she?” Lance tipped his glass towards the woman before.
“Allura? Yeah that’s her. She’s really nice.” Keith begins to swallow down large mouthfuls of his glass of liquor.
“I slept with her. Last night in one of the upstairs bathrooms. She asked me to stay a little while after which was weird. Now she won’t even give me a sideways glance.” Lance shrugged as if he totally did care anymore.
“Really? You got Allura to have sex with you… in a bathroom?” Keith looked astonished.
“Yeah man. I’m having a pretty good time honestly. You need to figure out how to kiss better, by the way.” Lance found himself excessively staring at Allura again and he forced himself to peel his eyes away from her physique.
“Shiro and I don’t kiss often. Maybe you can help me practice.” Keith’s tone was less hushed and more low and sexy.
“As tempting as that sounds, I’d rather not be the home-wrecker’s home-wrecker.” Lance started walking towards a newly opened table for them to stand at.
Keith followed closely like a duck. “Hey, I’m not a home-wrecker.”
“If the shoe fits…” Lance picked up the pace.
“You slept with Allura. You’re a home-wrecker too.”
“Doesn’t count because I didn’t know she was married. She didn’t have her ring. She didn’t say anything either. It’s different.” He finally reached the table before another couple got the chance to. He stood there and set his drink down.
“So? You still had sex with her.” Keith rolled his eyes. “You’re a dirty mistress, just like me.”
“You’re right.” Lance agreed not even looking in Keith’s direction. His eyes were glued to what he wanted this entire night.
Allura and Lance had locked eyes from across the entire room. Someone was talking to her but she wouldn’t let go of her hold on Lance. She smirked at him and lifted her chin before turning away from him and asking the man she was talking to for a pen and pad.
“Wait I am? I mean- yeah I am. Why?” Keith asked.
“Because I’m about to do her again. Looks like we’re dirty mistresses, Keith. Are you coming back tomorrow?” When he looked back at Allura she was gone.
“I kinda have a marriage to wreck so yeah. If he wants me I have to be here.” Then his phone went off in his pocket. He reached in and looked at the screen. His features were illuminated by the screen light when he smirked down at it. “Which is now.”
“Tonight is just a great night for me.” Lance grinned at the ceiling.
Keith lightly hit Lance’s arm and pointed to Allura closing in on their table. Lance glanced and waited for her.
Allura reached the table with a similar smug look that Keith sported. “Hello again. Keith, who’s your friend?” She asked only taking a second to look at Keith to direct her question at him before returning to Lance’s gaze.
“This is Lance. You know him?” Keith played dumb. Very well.
Allura slid Lance a new glass with a note under the base even though the one he had previously was half full. “We met last night. He makes shitty jokes but he is pretty smart.” Allura smiled and walked away.
“Seems about right.” Keith chuckled.
“Hey, I’ve never told you a joke. Plus my jokes are amazing.” Keith picked up the new glass and found the note before he got to sip the wine.
“What’s it say?” Keith craned his neck to see what was written on the small piece of paper. Lance snatched the paper from his sight and smirked.
“I have a date in the bathroom.” He finished off the new glass and winked at Keith before leaving him at the table alone.
It turns out Keith would not be alone for long as Shiro went to Keith and leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Keith and Lance caught each other’s eyes one last time before Lance disappeared into the crowd, his mind willing him to the back doors that lead to the rest of the building.
In an upstairs bathroom, Lance locked the door behind him abscess grinned at Allura who sat on the sink counter. “We’re missing the party.”
