{ SMUT WARNING! And Lotor/James/Allura drama alert!

I know y'all were mad about the tea kettle... but sis got spilled. I-... I really have no idea how it happened... heh... }

With Allura's heat on a break, her body restoring energy by falling asleep... Lotor was still in that same dilemma. James had taken one of their cars, been given the keys, and was now somewhere to hide away from the consequences of his actions.

Just knowing that he was taking any sort of part in that was enough to make Lotor sick to his stomach. He didn't want to be the reason some poor little omega didn't get justice. He didn't want to be the reason someone didn't get to sleep soundly at night. Even if Allura felt differently than he did, there was no way that he could continue to stand for this.

He would just have to make a deal.

Allura must have been pressured into this! Yeah! He could tell the cops that his omega girlfriend had been intimidated by a big bad alpha. It couldn't have possibly been her fault, no, that was... if they were going to keep her out of jail.

Lotor slipped on a black Champion hoodie, as well as matching joggers, then some Balenciaga's on his feet. Merely calling the cops wouldn't have been good. It could've been traced and people could've leaked that he was the one who snitched.

Instead, he would go to the station himself and tell the cops everything. He would make a deal with them for his and Allura's cooperation.

He made sure everything was locked up and secure, that no one could get in the house. No alphas would've been able to smell her inside a locked house, but still, he had to take his precautions to avoid Allura being found. Heat was the most vulnerable time for any omega out there. Once he was sure, he left. Getting inside of their black Tesla, Lotor pulled away from their property and headed in the direction of the LAPD. It was time they heard about where their wanted man was, or at least got a hint about how to locate him.

It was dark outside, night having fallen upon LA. Lights were seen all along the freeway and across the cityscape until he pulled up at the police station.

" Deep breaths. It will be okay." Lotor told himself, flipping up his hood. He walked into the station, harsh white lights greeting him from the ceiling. They were everywhere, and it felt like the receptionist was staring at him as he approached. Or maybe it was just his guilty conscience speaking for him.

" Can I help you?" She asked from behind the desk.

" Yes." Lotor said, clear though shameful. " I have information on James Griffin."

Her features lifted in surprise.

" I'll see if Detective Gamara and Slav are still here to speak with you. Stay right here." She got up, her high heels clacking as she rushed back into the office space. The sound reminded him of Allura. Memories came rushing back at him until he cut them off. Not right then. He couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgement anymore; there wasn't a chance in hell he would allow that again.

" OH DEAR! THIS IS THE REALITY WHERE WE FIND HIM!" Erupted from the back.

Lotor cringed back and soon two people emerged. One of them was rather tall with bangs swept across his face and the other was really short and spaztic, going on and on about realities and catching James.

" Please excuse him. He's off of his mediation." The detective said, extending a hand to shake Lotor's. " My name is Sven Gamara and I'm the one in charge of James' case. Who are you?"

Lotor gulped and felt himself breaking into a nervous sweat.

" My name is Lotor Diabazzal... and I have information to help you find him." He said.

" RIGHT THIS WAY!" Slav yelled and tugged on Lotor's hand, leading him back to a conference room. Sven was clearly apologetic for his partner's actions even if he wouldn't verbally express it yet.

They got Lotor coffee, and Lotor drank it even though he didn't like coffee at all. He didn't want to be rude before bargaining with them. After all... he and Allura had committed a crime.

" What do you have to tell us?" They asked.

" Firstly, I need you to guarantee that my identity remains confidential, and that my omega and I don't face any consequences." Lotor said.

" That would all depend on what you tell us. Clemency is usually something approved in writing."

" Well... if you can't tell me that Allura and myself will remain safe, I can't talk." Lotor told them seriously.

" WAIT! I'll type something up if the information is useful to us!" Slav exclaimed, and Lotor seemed to think that it was fair enough.

" You mean to say that you have committed a crime? Otherwise why would you need immunity?" Sven pulled out a chair.

" You see... I believe that James pressured my girlfriend into opening our home to him. She and he are acquaintances, and James was hiding out in our place. I was unaware of the charges until I saw them on the news, and once James found out that I was going to go to the police, he took the keys to one of our cars and fled. Allura was too scared to call the cops and she fell into heat soon after... so she couldn't. And so I'm here." Lotor explained. " Now. If I give you a description and license plate... can you tell me that Allura will be safe from litigation?"

" Omegas can't be charged for things done under oppression from alphas. That's federal law." Sven informed, and Lotor had no clue that that was a thing until then. That was wonderful news. " We will work something out regarding you. Now. Where is James, and what is he driving?"

...

Keith was a blushing mess as Lance backed him against the bed. He wondered if they were going to go all the way, almost craved it. But still... the risk of the others knowing what was going on was still really high.

" Please... touch me..." Keith whispered, his quiet omega voice coming through as he buried in Lance's scent gland. The deep and robust alpha scent the other had was enough to make his hair stand on end. Lance was completely over him by then, having laid him back on the bed.

Lance found that he couldn't deny Keith any part of what he wanted, reaching to the omega's shirt and slipping it off. He was quick to do the same with his own, and the marks he'd left on Keith previously greeted his vision. He felt proud and like he'd claimed the omega without having to bond with him yet.

He felt all along the smaller male's torso and then palmed him through his pants, noticing that there was a bulge between Keith's legs. The smell was sweet whenever Keith was turned on, and Lance felt special in the fact that he could recognize it so quickly.

Keith gasped and then covered his mouth as Lance palmed him, then undid his pants and began to pull them around his thighs.

The insides of them were dark purple from the work Lance's lips had done on them the night before.

" Already hard for me... so perfect..." Lance praised under his breath as he kissed on Keith's hips and trailed his lips downward. He nipped at the outside of Keith's underwear, pulling back the fabric with his teeth in a teasing gesture.

" Take them off..." Keith pleaded from behind his hands. " Lance, please..."

Though a part of him wanted to curse his omega instincts for begging, Keith liked to do it. In a way, it was hot and it made him feel even more like he belonged to Lance. He loved knowing that the alpha would listen to his begging and do everything to make him feel good, and that he could trust Lance fully in his actions.

Lance did as Keith asked and pulled the briefs away from Keith's member, where they joined the pants dangling on his ankles. He spread the omega's legs apart and massaged the inner portions of Keith's thighs, the skin there being soft and milky colored.

" You're so beautiful, Keith... so perfect..." The alpha husikly whispered. " I don't deserve you..."

Keith shivered and felt Lance pressing a finger at his damp entrance. He didn't even need a prep, didn't need to waste time they could've been using to deepen their love.

" Lance... I'm ready." He whispered, sitting up on the bed. Looking to Lance's pants, Keith noticed that a rather large tent had formed there. It made him wonder what Lance would do if he had to hide it, since it was obvious and wouldn't be easily covered.

Thankfully, though, they didn't have to pretend it wasn't there. As far as Keith was concerned, he could've made a religion to worship Lance's manhood and how perfect it was.

Lance was blushing heavily once he saw Keith taking off the pants. Any nervousness he may have had was gone. Keith had seen him for everything that he was and he knew the omega loved him for it.

" You like touching it?" Lance asked, running a hand through Keith's hair. His boyfriend had already managed to get the pants down and start on the underwear.

Keith nodded. There was no denying it, none. He wrapped his hand around Lance's length and pumped it, running his thumb over the slit and watching Lance bite his lip. Just feeling Lance in his hand was enough to make Keith's heart race in excitement. He was so big, would hit his sweet spot instantly.

" Lay back for me, Keith... this is about you feeling good, not me..." Lance said, Keith's indigo eyes beading once he heard that. He felt so taken care of as Lance laid him back once again and crawled over him. His legs instinctively spread and he forgot about everything else in the world for right then. His hands slid behind Lance and rested there.

Lance pressed the tip of his cock to Keith's hole and was circling it there, ready to push in. But then it hit him, and thank god it did when it did.

" Keith, did you take your pill?" Lance asked, already having leaned by Keith's ear.

The smaller male's eyes widened in panic.

" No." He told him, voice shaking. " S-sorry... I-... I forgot to."

He just felt so secure with Lance that it was easy to forget about that kind of stuff. When he was with James, Keith took his birth control like clockwork, never knowing when he'd be dragged back to the bedroom. But with Lance... he knew that when he said no, it meant it. It hadn't occurred to him.

" It's alright. I got us covered." Lance assured and caressed Keith's cheek. He leaned over to the nightstand and pulled the drawer open. He grabbed a small packet with a shiny gold wrapper and smirked at Keith. " Not trying to get you pregnant yet..." Lance chuckled, loving the way he could mess around with the other so freely and so openly.

Keith was bright red, covering his face.

Okay.

No.

No kids.

But the word yet... that meant Lance had thought about it. Little Lances and little Keiths running around wouldn't have been a good idea, though. Keith wanted to be sure he was with his mate before he'd ever consider getting pregnant, and that was just how it was.

" Not yet, huh?" Keith asked, a faint chuckle in his throat. He found that he was looking into Lance's eyes then, having found the courage and love. A fond expression had taken over his face.

Lance peeled the wrapper open slowly and carefully, not wanting to break the condom. His initial thought would've been to bite it open, but he second guessed himself. That would've been stupid.

" Slow down, Princess... we'll get there." Lance told him, rolling the rubber down over his length and smirking. " You ready?" He asked.

Keith nodded and his cheeks were burning. He loved that sexy look Lance had on his face.

" Just make sure you're quiet..." Lance added. Keith knew that it was a tall order, but he was certainly going to try and shut up. Their friends didn't get to hear him. Only Lance did.

And with that, Lance lined himself up and slid inside of Keith carefully. He held back a groan as the warm and moist walls engulfed him. Even with the barrier he had on, it still felt like heaven.

Keith squeezed his eyes shut and his lip quivered. His breath shook and he felt like he might've exploded if he didn't get to moan. It was insane, the pleasure he felt right away.

" L-Lance..." He let out a raspy breath, saying Lance's name afterward.

Lance had a hard time holding himself back, leaning down.

" I know, KitKat... I know..." He murmured, aware of how hard it was to keep it down. To combat that, Lance pressed his lips on the omega's and kept him in check with a passionate kiss. They both made subtle noises on each other's lips but worked together to keep their voices silenced.

As they kissed, Lance slowly began to rock his hips down, filling Keith up with his member and pressing his sweet spot. Keith's nails were a gauge of how pleasurable things were feeling. Lance could tell from how much Keith scratched him, and when something felt really good, Keith dug them in and raked them down his back.

It felt amazing. Lance didn't think of the action as painful. Sex with Keith wouldn't have been the same if he didn't feel the need to do that, and it was a signal that he was doing it all correctly.

Keith gasped and broke the kiss accidentally as Lance slammed his most sensitive spot. He panted and grit his teeth, and Lance inspected Keith's face while driving into him. He knew he'd found it, the most pleasurable angle.

After a while of thrusting that way, Lance needed a change. He grabbed Keith's hips and then pulled out.

" Flip over for me... hold up your ass..." Lance told him, and Keith was compelled to listen. He put his face in the sheets and stuck his rear end in the air, feeling Lance's hands squeezing and appreciating him right away.

Lance pressed against the taut surface of Keith's rim and then let his cock sink back in there. Keith's thighs were shaking and his toes curled. He gripped Lance's sheets and whined as Lance pulled on his hips and thrusted in.

A bead of sweat rolled down Lance's forehead and he watched himself slide in and out of Keith, loving the way the hole stretched to accommodate his size. He watched it attentively until a bunch of heat started to build up in his abdomen, signaling his climax would come soon.

Wanting to make sure Keith would orgasm as well, Lance reached down and stroked Keith's cock in time with his thrusts, going rapidly and praying it would be enough to make the other cum.

Keith cried Lance's name against the sheets and was forced to cover his mouth. As Lance pumped his cock and fucked him, he was completely undone. White release sprayed on the bedspread and Lance moaned in the back of his throat while filling the condom up. He momentarily paused and stayed inside of Keith.

They both panted after coming down from their peaks of pleasure, Lance mindfully pulling out and taking off the condom.

" Holy fuck..." Keith whispered, panting.

Lance pulled Keith close to himself and embraced him, feeling so close and connected to him. It was comforting, the warmth and contact, the scent.

" Thank you..." Keith murmured and rolled to face him, kissing Lance's cheek lazily.

Lance actually liked Keith saying those things. He liked feeling appreciated. He liked when Keith gave him special attention in that way.

" I love you..."

" I love you too..."

As much as they had things to get back to, the idea of slumber set in. It took a hold of them and refused to let go as they dozed off together, naked and in love.

{ These bois are just ASKING to get caught lmao. }