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Lance groaned, scrubbing a hand across his face. He loved Keith, he really did, but this was really starting to get annoying.
Keith was standing in front of him, smirking against the sink in their kitchen. His arms were crossed over his chest as he waited for Lance to reply, and Lance let out a quiet hiss through his teeth.
"Can't you just...do them? Normally? Because I'm asking you to?"
"Nope", Keith responded, popping the 'p'. "I offered you a deal, Lance. Take it or leave it."
Lance glared at him. "I will kiss you if you do the dishes. We don't need to make a blood pact over it."
Keith whined, his forked tail whipping behind him. Lance studied the purple horns that stuck out from his head when Keith dropped his glamour, which he usually did at home.
"But I love making pacts. Can't you humor me?"
"I've humored you five times this week!"
Keith pouted, stepping forward to crowd Lance against the fridge, dragging a clawed finger down his sternum. He looked up at Lance teasingly as his hand stopped at his waistband, threatening to graze the skin underneath.
"I'll make it worth your while", he purred, his tail wrapping around Lance's leg. Lance felt his resolve weakening---he never could say no to Keith. He groaned and held his palm out, covering his eyes with the other.
"Fine", he muttered. "But I'm not making any more until next week."
Keith giggled, pressing the tip of his claw into Lance's thumb. Lance winced but watched tentatively as Keith punctured his own thumb as well, and rubbed them together as he leaned forward for a kiss. Lance snorted and stopped him with a hand to his chest.
"Dishes first, demon boy. Kisses after. That's how the pact works, right?"
Keith frowned at him. "You're so mean."
Lance grinned at him, stroking Keith's cheek with his thumb and smearing his blood across it. He dipped his head to kiss Keith's forehead, then gently pushed him towards the sink.
"Get to work, hellspawn."
Keith grabbed a towel and whipped it at him, but Lance was already laughing, ducking out of the kitchen. He didn't catch the fond smile Keith sent after him, but settled on the couch where he could watch him.
He whistled as Keith got to work, smirking as Keith sent him a glare. As annoying as the blood pacts were, the fact that he could bind Keith to do things was pretty fun.
He was definitely going to take advantage of that later.