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“Well, now… this is peculiar,” Coran says, as a third Lance steps out of the pod.
“More like terrifying,” Pidge mutters, as the Lance grins at the previous two Lances — the first one being the original — and joins their little group.
A fourth Lance then exists the pod, whooping as he spots his counterparts, and is then swiftly followed by a fifth and then sixth Lance. It’s nothing like they’ve ever seen before, in all their time of being on the castle-ship, receiving grievous injuries, and using the cryopods.
“Oh, dear,” Coran says, messing with the settings of the pod. “I see the issue. We accidentally had the pod set to ‘duplicate.’”
“That’s a setting?” Keith says, incredulous. It’s honestly pretty hard to keep up with their conversation, given the clamor of the six Lances conversing loudly.
“Huh, so that’s what I look like from the back,” one of them says.
“Not to worry!” Coran says quickly. “They’ll converge back into one Lance by the end of the day. Think nothing of it, paladins! Go about your business as usual.”
“As… usual?” Shiro says. He’s staring at the Lances with a look akin to terror. Keith doesn’t blame him — it can be hard to get everything on the agenda done with there being only one Lance distracting them. That is, when Lance is in a distracting kind of mood.
Still, Keith can’t really relate to everyone else’s fear. He’s a little more preoccupied with the amount of boyfriends he suddenly has. And, well… it doesn’t really strike him as a bad thing.
“Don’t worry about it,” Keith says, trying to sound as casual as possible. “I’ll distract the Lances until they’re just one Lance again. Unless you guys need the extra hands with repairing the castle-ship…?”
“No,” Hunk says quickly. “We’ll be able to handle it.”
With that, the rest of the team scurries out of the medbay, back to working on the castle’s repairs from their latest battle.
“Come on, Lances,” Keith says. “The team wants us out of their hair.”
“More like you want us in yours,” one of them says. Cocky Lance, Keith dubs him. He winks and the other Lances laugh. Still, they follow Keith through the castle without any argument. One of them steps forward and enters the code to Keith’s room before he can even attempt to do so.
And then Keith is suddenly alone in his room with Lance. Six of them, to be exact.
“So, what should we do for the rest of the day?” Lance says. The original one, that is. He only spares a glance at Keith before diverting his attention to the other Lances.
Keith just has to play it cool. He has to make them think that it’s their idea, not his. He sits down on his bed and scoots up against the wall, pretending to think.
“We could watch a movie,” one of them suggests. This one has curly hair. He flips idly through the book Keith has on his desk, as if he’s never snooped in Keith’s room before.
“Boring,” another Lance huffs. Serious Lance. This one hasn’t been grinning as much as the others — he looks more like that kind of Lance that Keith is used to seeing in battle.
“We could split up,” another one of them says, sounding half-hearted. His eyes dart toward Keith, then away. This Lance reminds Keith of the Lance he saw mostly when Lance had a crush on him, but just hadn’t made a move yet. “Some of you could go help with the ship, and I guess, I could stay here…” Infatuated Lance for sure.
“Or we could go find some Galra to fight,” another one suggests. “Take them all out by ourselves.” He’s grinning wide, looking far too excited about the idea, given the fact that they have no idea what would happen if a Clone Lance were to die. Wild Lance.
“Yeah, or we could just do Keith’s idea,” Cocky Lance says, turning his attention toward Keith.
“I never suggested anything,” Keith says. Despite this, each and every Lance takes a step toward him.
“Yeah, but it’s kind of obvious, babe,” Lance says. He has this knowing look in his eye, the bastard. He was teasing Keith on purpose, having all his clones come up with alternate suggestions. He probably had the same idea in mind the second his clones stepped out of the pod.
“Fine,” Keith snaps. He pulls his shirt over his head, feeling the eyes of his audience burning into his skin. “Get undressed,” he adds, and the Lances follow in suit, pulling off their clothes and kicking them to the corners of the room. Keith stands up to struggle out of his jeans and the second he succeeds, one of the Lances shoves him back onto the bed.
“How do you want to do this?” Serious Lance says. Keith responds by getting up on his hands and knees and crawling toward the edge of the bed. Then he just opens his mouth.
There are few things Keith loves more than having a cock in his mouth. Specifically, Lance’s cock. There’s just something about being that close to the vulnerable, pleasurable feeling he’s giving him. And he isn’t about to miss out on the chance to take as many of Lance’s cocks as possible.
Serious Lance takes a step forward, getting the hint, and slowly slides his cock into Keith’s mouth. Keith hums, satisfied at the feeling of having his mouth full, and he gets to work on sucking Lance off. Licking around the tip of his cock and sucking him down, heavy on his tongue and grazing against the roof of his mouth.
But there are six Lances here, and Keith isn’t about to let this opportunity go to waste. He reaches out, dragging the nearest Lance closer to him, and opens his mouth wide. The second Lance buries his hand in Keith’s hair, tugging his head up to keep him steady and dragging a whine of out Keith. Fuck, he loves the feeling of having his hair pulled. And all of these Lances would know it.
It makes him feel vulnerable in a good way, sitting here like this. Unable to do any of the work himself, instead having to wait patiently, his mouth gaping open and waiting for a cock to fill it. The second Lance tugs on Keith’s hair, drawing his attention upward, and Keith watches as he hip-checks Serious Lance to the side, taking his place and filling Keith’s mouth immediately.
Keith moans, slobbering over the new cock, sucking him down as greedily as he can when Lance is the one doing all the work. Serious Lance cups his jaw, his thumb dragging Keith’s lip down, occasionally sliding into his mouth alongside the other Lance’s cock.
They take turns like that, tugging his head this way and that in order to fuck into his mouth, so swiftly that there’s barely a moment when his mouth isn’t full. They speed up, desperate, and Keith just sits there and takes it, drool spilling down his chin as he chokes on them.
It’s brutal but amazing. Fast and hard and almost impossible the breathe, other than the choked gasps he can manage in the brief moments when their cocks aren’t down his throat.
The other Lances are quick to jump on board, not wanting to miss their chance either, which is clear when Keith feels two of them climb onto the bed behind him.
“Lube,” one of them says, and another Lance pulls lube out of Keith’s bedside drawer and tosses it to them.
It’s a good thing Keith doesn’t have to do any of the work with the Lances in front of him, because he wouldn’t be able to concentrate as the Lances behind him get to touching him.
They start slow. It’s just one of them at first, he thinks. A slick finger rubbing over him, slow and teasing. And then that finger pushes inside, sliding out slowly only to push back in. Keith’s eyes flutter shut at the feeling, but he opens them again when he gets a warning tug on his hair, obediently looking up at the Lances before him.
When a second finger pushes into him, it feels different from normal. Usually, when Lance stretches him, they slide in together. He fucks into him a few times before spreading his fingers, stretching him wider before the third. But this is new. They come in a different times, move at different speeds, and it’s immediately obvious that the two digits belong to two different hands.
It’s even more obvious when each one hooks onto a side of him and pulls him apart, holding him open for them to look at. He can just imagine it, his rim twitching around their fingers as they stare down at the most vulnerable part of him. Just the thought of it makes him moan, and the feeling of the moan makes the cock in his mouth jerk forward, even deeper.
There’s another finger, then another. Pushing into him, pulling out, spreading and contracting and angling and rubbing. Keith’s a drooling, moaning mess, thrusting back onto their hands subconsciously, and he chokes and forgets to breathe when a tongue joins in, too.
Whichever Lance is back there is licking him open, alongside the fingers. Dipping in between them, sucking at his rim, and Keith keens, his knees slipping wider on the sheets as he tries to make more room for it. He wishes he could turn his head back and look. He wants to see the Lances behind him, their fingers buried inside him, one of them with their mouth to his ass, but he can’t. He has to stay where he is, sucking down these cocks like it’s his mission.
It’s like the Lances before him know he wants to look, too, because they tighten their grip — holding his hair harder, gripping his chin better.
Keith’s moaning. He feels sloppy and dirty, and one of the Lances behind him begins rubbing steadily against his prostate. It’s nonstop — a constant pressure on that sensitive ball of nerves, meanwhile more fingers keep fucking into him, and that tongue keeps dancing tantalizingly against his skin. They refuse to give him a break, wracking up the intensity and driving him toward the precipice of pleasure.
His arms and legs shake beneath him. His cock is hard against his stomach, leaking precum against his skin, and his body keeps jerking backward, onto the fingers inside of him, as the Lances fuck him from the front.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” someone says. Keith opens his eyes, not realizing he’d closed them, and peers up at Lance — the original Lance — through a blur of tears.
He and one of the others are standing over him, jerking off to the sight of Keith being used and opened, of Keith sitting there, ready and willing to be used for their pleasure.
Lance moans, his eyes clenching shut as he cums, and it spurts all over Keith’s face. It drips down, coating his lips, catching on the cock that pulls out of his mouth. That Lance must be close, though. He thrusts right back in without pausing, and then Keith can feel Lance’s cum in his mouth, the salty, bitter taste of it making him moan.
The other Lance jerking off over him cums to the sound of Keith moaning. It lands on Keith’s back, hot and sticky, and fuck. Just, the feeling of being used, of them getting off to the sight of Keith looking like this, of them cumming on him — it’s too much.
Keith whines, the sound immediately muffled as the second Lance before him forces his way into Keith’s mouth alongside the first. It’s so full, Keith’s mouth stretched so wide. He chokes on it, jerking forward as a Lance behind him presses down hard against his prostate, and that’s all he can take.
He cums untouched, his cock jerking against his stomach, sending cum up his chest, even as he struggles to breathe around the cocks filling his mouth.
The two Lances pull out at once, Keith panting and gasping in response, and then they’re cumming, too. One of them adds to the mess on his face, his cum dripping down Keith’s lips and onto his throat, while the other spills all over his shoulder, his release mixing with Keith’s own covering his chest.
“Fuck,” one of them says. Keith doesn’t know who — his eyes are closed again as he stays there, catching his breath. “That was hot.”
“I need a second to recharge,” another says. “And then I’m gonna fuck him.”
“We’re still good to go,” one of them says from behind him.
“Yeah, why don’t you guys hold him down? Let us paint him a pretty picture.”
Keith huffs out a breath as several hands grab him, rearranging him, having barely been aware of the conversation. He opens his eyes again once he’s sprawled out on his back, staring at two Lances sitting between his legs, stroking themselves.
The rest of the Lances have done a good job of making sure he can’t move a muscle. There’s a Lance on each limb, holding him down steadily, and the Lance by his right leg reaches up to grip Keith’s cock.
Keith whines, trying uselessly to wiggle away. “Sensitive,” he mutters.
“Poor baby,” that same Lance answers. And then he starts jerking him off in earnest.
Keith can’t help but whimper. He twists futilely, held down too tightly to manage to escape, and the Lances before him moan at the sight, stroking themselves even faster.
Miraculously, Keith manages to get hard again, despite it being so soon. But it’s still too much, too sensitive, and he gasps and thrashes as he gets closer, fast, too fast.
“Fuck, just like that,” one of them mutters.
“So desperate,” another says. “He wants it so bad.”
He’s getting close, too much, too soon, and Keith cries out as he cums, his cock spurting weakly against his stomach. The Lances between his legs moan in unison, and then they’re cumming all over him too, making him a slutty, sticky mess.
The Lances release him at once, leaving him there to twitch and pant as he comes down from his high. He’s limp and malleable, not to mention much too easy to move when there are six sets of hands able to lift and twist him, until he’s ass up on the bed, gasping into his pillow.
“Jesus,” Lance says. The original one again. His thumb presses against Keith’s hole, slipping inside and then catching the rim, pulling it to the side. “You’re so open for me, sweetheart.”
Forming words is much too hard. Keith moans in response, feeling his hole twitch against Lance’s thumb.
“Shh, I got you,” he assures him. “I know what you want.” Lance’s fingers slip under him, dragging some of the cum across his stomach, and then he presses his fingers into Keith, scooping cum inside him. Keith groans — fuck, so hot — and then Lance spits into his hole, still spreading it wide.
“Fuck,” Keith moans, just before Lance thrusts into him. God, it’s good — so good — and then someone’s tugging at his hair, lifting him up.
“Open wide for me?” one of them says. It’s the two Lances that just got off, that were between his legs, but Keith wants it. He wants to be filled, wholly, from both sides. He wants to feel Lance inside him, everywhere at once, so he opens his mouth and lolls his tongue out, flushing at the immediate praise that follows.
“So pretty for me,” one says.
“So obedient,” says the other.
Keith moans, desperate for it, and they give him what he wants. They slide into his mouth and start fucking him, too, so that he’s jerking back and forth, between the Lances in front and behind him.
The Lances before him take turns fucking his mouth, but whoever else is behind him — Wild Lance, maybe — isn’t as patient.
His fingers slip in beside Lance’s cock, stretching him even more. Keith groans at the feeling, able to guess where this is headed, but it’s hard to pay attention to any one thing at once.
There’s Lance behind him, fucking him steadily, his hands running up and down Keith’s sides. And the other Lance, fingering him open wider, though his other hand is tugging at Keith’s balls. The Lances before him, shoving their way into his mouth, tugging his hair and touching his shoulders. And then the other two, the ones that fucked his mouth before, just watching and stroking their still spit-slicked cocks.
“I think there’s room,” says one of the Lances behind him, his words idly reaching Keith’s brain just before he feels the pressure of another cock against his hole. The Lance currently in Keith’s mouth stills for a second, deep in his mouth, to let Keith concentrate. To let him stay still for a second, relaxed, as the second Lance pushes into him.
It hurts. It stings and throbs, but in a good way. He stretches open more and more, blinking tears out of his eyes as the other Lance slides in beside the first, deeper and deeper, until there are two hips pressed flush against Keith’s ass.
He moans around the one in his mouth a moment later, the pain having given way to pleasure, and then everything speeds up again.
The two Lances fuck him from behind at once. It’s tight and painful but good, unlike anything he’s felt before. He’s never been stretched this wide, fucked this much. There’s a hand on either side of his hips, pulling him backward onto those cocks with every thrust, meanwhile he bounces forward onto the cock in his mouth after each one.
He’s close again, by some sheer miracle, and they’re not letting up.
Then again, he and Lance have almost always been on the same page in this relationship.
“Fuck, I’m close,” of them moans, and the others echo his sentiment. All at once, the Lances pull out of him. He’s alarmingly empty, sitting there on shaking hands and knees, as the Lance’s all around him moan, pumping their cocks.
They all cum at once.
The sound they make is one that Keith wishes he could’ve recorded, so that he could listen to it time and time again. They cum everywhere, spilling all over him. His back, his shoulder, his ass, his thighs. Cum drips down his asscheeks and into his hole, down his balls. It’s so filthy, so hot, and then one of them reaches under Keith. They stroke him just once, and then he’s following after them, twitching in their hand and collapsing to the bed.
The thing is, their stamina is endless.
Normally, Keith can keep up with Lance easily. They have the same stamina, and they’ve definitely fucked on multiple occasions in the same day, but this is different. That was a one-on-one game, whereas this is one-on-six.
They’re constantly recharging, cumming at different times and getting hard all over again, watching what the others are doing to Keith.
He gets fucked by every last one of them, at least once.
One of them takes him on his back, pushing his knees up to his chest. Another fucks him over the bed, Keith’s feet on the ground and their hand on his back, holding him down. They eat the cum out of him and replace it again. One of them fucks him against the wall. Another has Keith ride him, and when Keith’s thighs give out, two Lances grab him by the arms and do all the work themselves, lifting Keith and dropping him back onto the cock inside him.
Keith is boneless. Exhausted. He loses count of how many times he’s cum. Hickeys litter his body and he can’t remember a time before being this sticky, this covered in cum.
By the end of it, Keith almost thinks he might’ve died and gone to heaven.
He’s laying on the bed, the Lances surrounding him, and it seems like they’re done for the time being. He can still feel cum dripping out of him, covering every inch of him and distending his stomach a bit, even, from the sheer amount inside of him.
Every Lance is touching some part of him. Playing with his hair, kissing his neck, stroking his thighs. They’re doing a good job of rubbing all the cum into his skin.
“I can’t remember which one of you is the real one anymore,” Keith mumbles, sleepy and sated. The Lance currently kissing his way up Keith’s jaw responds.
“Right here, sweetheart.”
Keith turns his head, searching with his eyes closed, and Lance’s lip meet his.
“Love you,” Keith says.
“Love you, too,” six voices chorus back. Keith snorts, burying his head in the original Lance’s shoulder, and he closes his eyes as he feels someone’s fingers slip inside him. Oh, God. They know all of his kinks, too.
Keith wouldn’t be surprised if he woke up later to find that they fucked him while he was asleep.
“Just rest, babe,” Lance says. “We’ll take care of you.”
“And yourselves, I assume,” Keith snorts.
“Well. Lance 2 and Lance 5 didn’t cum as many times as the rest of us.”
“You gave them numbers?”
“You didn’t?”
“They have defining characteristics,” Keith says.
“These two,” one of the Lances scoffs. “Talking about us like we’re not here.”
The other Lances laugh, amused at themselves.
“Go wild,” Keith says. “Just don’t wake me up.”
“Wasn’t planning to,” another says, and Keith just huffs out a laugh, pulling his Lance closer.