Keith

Fantasy AU 2

Mon, 02 Dec 2019 08:52:35 GMT

Keith coasted down into the townstead on the thermals, alighting on the church spire and scaling down his usual way. A few people saw him, a couple of children stopped to watch, but otherwise he was disregarded by the locals, used to his presence and his protection.

Shiro came out to meet him on the ground. He was only wearing his breastplate, sword loose at his hip and a bright smile on his face. "Keith, the caravan made it yesterday morning, paid their tithe. Though, they said you took one of their passengers? And one of them thought it was a selkie?"

"No. Well, he says he's a selkie but he's not, look, I need you and your knowledge to come up and meet him. Something happened. I can fly back, if you can walk up and meet us?"

"Yeah, of course." Shiro's expression was worried and gentle. "Are you okay? You look... bruised."

"I'll explain when you get there. Lance does poorly without company. And I'm not sure what he's doing."

"I can be there in... six hours. Okay?"

"Yes." Keith nodded. "We will be waiting." He stepped back and scrambled up the church to get a lift off point, jumping from the spire, gliding and then beating his wings hard to get lift.

It was exhausting and terribly painful, but he managed to fly himself back up to the lair, dropping in an exhausted heap on his flight deck.

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Space AU 23

Sat, 24 Aug 2019 10:14:38 GMT

The princess had wanted to keep them for breakfast, for a run down, for lots of other things.

Shiro suggested that the Princess take a moment to contemplate the situation and then they were told to please go away and come back maybe in the second half of the holidays and let the boys enjoy having the time off and please don't mention anything to Coran.

Shiro put them in the bathroom one at a time, packing while that happened and then made Keith drive them back to the house, himself in the passenger seat and Lance in the back, just to keep everyone behaving.

All in all, it wasn't more than half an hour, but he already felt like he was crawling out of his skin, buzzing and struggling to focus on anything but the scent of lust and the brush of his clothing against him.

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Space AU 22

Fri, 10 May 2019 03:06:50 GMT

One of the biggest problems with trying to unravel all of the quintessence mess was the total lack of information. Humans didn't often manifest strong quintessence abilities and any information that there was about Galran interactions with it were with the Galra and long lost to the Alteans.

So knowing that Keith had been partly pulled into the Astral plane was good, but didn't exactly tell them anything. Shiro's rambling memories and hangover like waking up had slightly less precedence than a Galra in the Astral plane (being none, at all, that was just seriously strange).

The techs ideally wanted to separate and monitor all three of them. One in each room, so they didn't mess with one another's readings. Shiro wasn't having that, because Keith could and probably would flip out and no one wanted that. Keith kept sulkily declaring he didn't care, whatever would be best for Shiro and Lance and getting this done.

The eventual compromise was an overnight monitoring. All in four of them, the boys and the Princess, in one room, with a half expended battery cell tucked into Keith's arms to try and off set his inclination to absorb all the energies. Techs set up all the monitoring and a bunch of other stuff that Shiro suspected was mapping energy flow and flares through the ship.

And they were told to get some sleep.

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War AU 04

Thu, 25 Apr 2019 05:19:51 GMT

During the sleep cycle, they had slid more comfortably into the bunk and into each other.

Keith was not really a naturally cuddly person. Not usually. But there was a difference between not usually and right now, because right now, he was holding Lance to him in his sleep.

The reason he was holding Lance was far more about the fact that Lance had octopussed onto him during the night. Whereas he held lightly and relaxed, Lance was tangled around Keith's body like he needed that skin to skin contact to survive every breath, which was half drooled against Keith's narrow chest.

Now, the thing was, Alain could easily move in and out of entire complexes without ever alerting someone to her presence. She had committed bloody murder and interrogations while alert bodyguards were on the other side of the bedroom door.

So the first two photos were silent. And then she abandoned stealth and took another picture with a loud 'click'. Loud enough to wake a feather light sleeper like Keith with a startle and then a loud curse and a hurling of the nearest object to hand, which happened to be a boot.

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War AU 02

Mon, 31 Dec 2018 09:08:31 GMT

The travel time is mostly sleeping and flight lessons and some catch ups on alien species. Yorak and Antok keep fairly irregular shifts so that Yorak can be awake with Lance.

Luckily, Lance is tired and badly in need of recovery. He sleeps a lot and rests a lot, apparently content to listen to the engine and the music that Antok likes the play, soft glass chimes and quivering strings.

But, Yorak makes sure that he comes to wake up Lance for when they get ready to approach the base. It's a spectacular sight and one that still takes his breath away, after all these years.

With Antok in the co-pilot's seat, there's still a space for a passenger to strap in up there and he calls out to Lance to come join them.

The screen is dominated by the close up of their destination. A pair of gravitational singularities, pulling and devouring the super massive blue giant that sits suspended between them. Blue fire whips around the dying star; its death throes will take thousands of years more, and eventually it will explode and collapse and the new singularity born of the moment will tear the fabric of reality to encompass all three into a single, terrifying point of annihilation.

Eventually.

Right now, it's just 'home' to Yorak. "There she is."

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PSL #21

Thu, 22 Nov 2018 09:42:35 GMT

Shiro fell asleep with his face tucked into Keith's neck and an arm slung over him to hug Lance in against Keith's front. Lance was snuggled in against Keith's chest, snoring softly and twitching lightly while he slept.

Keith stayed awake a bit longer, just enjoying feeling safe and warm and wanted. They were all a horrendous mess, despite some admittedly half hearted clean up attempts before sleep, but Keith could live with it this time.

He hugged Lance tighter, trying not to think about what he had wanted. Because he had wanted Shiro to fuck him while he was fucking Lance. He had wanted it badly, and he knew how much it would hurt Lance if he had asked. Had even let it happen.

He fell into an uneasy sleep with that thought, wedged between the two most important people in his world and hyper aware how easily he'd lose one or both of them.

As he fell asleep, he felt someone nose his cheek gently, but he was far too dozy to note who.

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PSL #20

Mon, 15 Oct 2018 11:35:57 GMT

Shiro spent five minutes leaning against his door, coming down from the high or orgasm, turning over the memories of not just noises and half glimpses of skin but genuinely watching, standing there while Lance took Keith apart with his fingers and his cock and they talked about Shiro being there.

Which was a fantasy and Keith hadn't known he was. So then Shiro spent about half an hour being mortified beyond belief, going through all the ways this was wrong without even having to dip into 'he's my brother' for his list of self recriminations.

He got up and showered and changed and went and sat in the kitchen, head in his hands and totally, fucking lost.

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PSL 18

Sun, 09 Sep 2018 11:09:07 GMT

They spent the night alternating between tv and sex. It was a pretty decadent way to spend an evening, unlike anything that Keith had done before. It wasn't like the heat, where he hadn't had choice, this was purely an indulgence.

In their nest of blankets and pillows, they had eaten dinner and then had a lazy, gentle bout of sex. Followed by another round. Then some dozing and then bout three which was topped off with some ice cream and a comedy stand up routine that Keith didn't entirely get but enjoyed anyway.

They fell asleep in the nest at some point. The house system turned down the lights and turned off the tv when it became apparent that they were asleep and staying there.

Keith did in fact steal the black pillow he had mentioned, curling around it during the night and wriggling back into Lance's warmth and the protection of someone he trusted at his back.

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PSL 17

Wed, 22 Aug 2018 07:08:46 GMT

The week and a half between Lance's quintessence high and the end of term were packed full. Some students were making finally pushes to improve numbers and grades and scores before the final Wednesday and the end of assessment period.

Some students included Keith. Everyone knew he was going to top at least four classes, but he seemed to have taken it as a personal challenge to try and claw his way to the top of every class, even the ones he wasn't so good at. He didn't have Pidge or Hunk's natural brilliance and he had nothing to set him apart from other hard working pilots, which meant if he wanted to stand out, he had to work harder.

Because... Keith.

At least the night terrors stopped after another night or two. If he was having nightmares, he didn't mention them. And he continued to encourage Lance with his quintessence training, even sitting down each evening to spend half an hour meditating with him. Sometimes Shiro came and sat with them and joined in, especially after a fitting.

But on the last day, Shiro was sitting at the end of term assembly, wearing his dress uniform with his new prosthetic hand resting on his knee. Except when he lifted it up to applaud as various end of term awards and recognitions were made.

Shiro's final year, all time high score had not been beaten. But the first year record had been broken, the previous high of 1872 replaced with a new one. 1930, only five points shy of the all time record.

Keith was pretty sure he applauded during the other awards and announcements, but it was a bit of blur until they were finally dismissed by Iverson at two on the dot. Holidays officially started.

The first thing he did was jump off the stage and into the crowd, virtually straight into Shiro's arms for a tight bear hug.

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PSL 16

Sun, 19 Aug 2018 09:47:15 GMT

Keith dropped Lance at the Castleship, refused the invitation to go in and talk to Allura which was offered through gritted teeth and instead went back to the Garrison to do another hour in the simulators.

When he got back home, Shiro ushered him into the shower and ordered take out for them, bundling Keith onto the couch to eat and to try and talk.

Keith had promised not to used Shiro's code unless it was the only way he could stop himself going out and picking fights. He couldn't explain the drive, this deep, hollow ache to push himself as far as he could and then a bit further. When he was fighting, genuinely fighting to stop himself being harmed, his mind quieted, the rushing and noise pushed out by the drive to survive.

"Is it the Alteans?"

Keith shrugged. It was them, it was Lance getting to know them, such a beautiful, otherworldly people who were starting to welcome him into their fold. If given a choice between himself and the Alteans, he knew which he would pick.

"Lance likes you. A lot."

"I know."

"It's not either or."

"I'm not saying it is." He wouldn't lay down that ultimatum. He was fairly sure Allura was good enough that she wouldn't do that.

"He wants to be your boyfriend."

"I know!" Keith slammed the plate into the table. "I'm going to go do my homework."

"Keith! Please, I'm just worried about you!" Shiro followed him. "You're having night terrors again and using my code, I love you, I'm going to worry that you're hurting."

Keith paused and huffed. "I know you do."

Shiro came closer, slowly, careful to not spook Keith. "I love you. Nothing will ever change that. I don't always like the things you do-"

"-but you always love me despite me doing them," Keith finished.

Shiro closed the distance, wrapping his arm around Keith until he turned and folded into a hug. "I always love you. And if it goes bad with Lance one day, I'll still be here and love you. And if you two end up staying together until your eighties, I'll love you and be here for you." He rested his mouth on the top of Keith's head. "You want to sleep with me tonight?"

Yes. He shook his head. "Don't wanna bruise you up when you're only just recovering."

"Okay." He kissed the top of his head. "If your head gets too loud, you come and get me, okay?"

"Okay." He stepped back. "I really have homework to do."

"I know. Night, Keith." He kissed his brow softly and moved away.

Keith rocked on his feet awkwardly and went to get his work done.

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Homework turned into staying up until eleven doing work to get ahead as much as possible and then crawling into bed and finding it difficult to get to sleep, because he'd started to get used to having Lance sprawled over him or tucked up against him.

He didn't remember closing his eyes, but he opened them and he was sitting in a hangar bay, listening to the silence of space and the hum of the engines.

He felt a heavy weight on his shoulders and he didn't have to look to know that there were purple arms wrapped around him, Other Keith draped and wrapped around him in a cruel parody of an embrace.

The Alteans stood opposite him, vaguely defined like the fae of his childhood stories. Only the princess was clear, so sensual that even he could admit the attraction of her, radiating that serenity and nobility that he associated with her.

Lance was there. Near him, but not next to him.

Allura held out a hand to him.

Keith felt himself do the same. The hand he offered out held Shiro's arm, blood pouring from the ripped and jagged flesh.

Lance looked to the Alteans. He started to walk towards them, beckoning Keith with him.

Keith tried to move, but there were Galran arms around his waist and hands grabbing his ankles, Shiro's pallid, lifeless face looking up at him through the rising tide of blood.

"You don't get nice things, Keith. Only good boys get nice things and you aren't a good boy. You should've gone in the ground with your father."

She appeared from nowhere, leaping at him, claws outstretched and his hair was being yanked to bare his throat and he he screamed-

"Keith! Keith! It's not real!"

Keith felt his chest burning, struggling to heavy in air. There was light and a soft bed and Shiro standing there tanned and scarred and missing his arm.

He must have made a noise or given a look because when he threw up, Shiro was there with the bin, pushing it into his arms and then stroking his hair back softly from his face while he dry heaved.

There was water at some point. Rinsing his mouth, sipping it after. He was gathered in and warmed and shook himself to pieces that were tightly wrapped in blankets and warm body.

He didn't close his eyes for a long time. When he did, it was because he could still hear Shiro, humming softly to him until he collapsed with exhaustion.

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PSL 15

Thu, 09 Aug 2018 10:11:10 GMT

Facials and massages and other pampering had followed along with Keith softly asking for help with filing his nails. He said nails, he meant claws, but everyone was kind enough to not point that out and Lance and Keith worked to file down the exceptionally hard claws on his feet. Hunk kept up amiable chatter while they did and Pidge talked to Shiro about her family and how they were going.

Eventually, it got late.

Hunk and Pidge volunteered to walk home that evening, Hunk protesting he needed to walk off the pizza and get some air and that time away from the screen would only do good things for her.

It had been a lazy day, and tiring in spite of it. Shiro headed off for bed quite early, since he was already dozing in the arm chair.

Keith also begged off early. Early for him. He read his textbooks for a while and then curled up into Lance to sleep, knees tucked against Lance's hip and thigh and head buried down in the pillows and his boyfriend.

When he woke up, he was in an empty space, lying on the floor and barely able to see by the sliver of light that was coming in through a crack. An open tent flap? Like the camps?

He pushed himself up and walked to the light. He stepped through the gap, squinting against the brightness until his eyes adjusted.

The light was fire. Strewn around him was wreckage, burning, melting, red with heat and blood. Keith picked his way through, faster and fast through miles of wreckage and he was screaming for Shiro, he could see him, blood fountaining from his stump of an arm, bubbling up form his mouth and then he was being grabbed and when he fought-

It was him. Purple skin and glowing eyes but so, so human teeth and clawless hands which were soaked with blood and holding a torn off arm-

Keith screamed and flung the horror away from him.

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PSL 14

Sat, 21 Jul 2018 08:58:46 GMT

It was shortly after breakfast and the morning carers that the call came. Shiro answered while Keith was disposing of the medical waste from the changing of dressings and cleaning up everything bit by bit.

He was surprised to see the distinctive princess, with her Altean markings and cascading, white hair. "Your Highness."

"Lieutenant Commander," she greeted him. "How fares your recovery?"

"Slow but sure," he promised. "How can I help you?"

"I think we can help you, rather. We have a cryopod calibrated for a Terran baseline, if you're willing to try it."

"Really?" Shiro sat up straighter. "When?"

"As soon as you're ready. I'm at the Garrison office, we can pick you up in fifteen minutes if you'd like. You might be in for a day or two, this will be our first live run."

"Yes. Fully, yes, I want to try. Being laid up like this, it's hard. And..." He looked about and leaned in. "It's so hard on my brother. He's working himself to the bone to keep up studies can caring for me."

Allura's face stayed pleasantly neutral. "Well, I'm sure like most teenagers, he'll be glad of the free reign for the weekend while you're here."

Shiro snorted. "He'll go crazy. Flight simulators for ten hours straight without someone to kick him off. It's okay, his boyfriend is here to keep him from going too long. Might even get him to indulge in staying up late and eating ice cream for dinner."

"How scandalous," she managed. "So, we can be there in say, fifteen of your minutes?"

"That sounds great. I'll bully the boys into helping me get ready. Thank you for this chance, Your Highness."

"Allura. Please."

"Allura. You should call me Shiro, then."

"Shiro." She gave him a warm smile and disconnected.

"Boys! Come and give me a hand getting dressed, we have visitors coming."

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PSL 13

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 08:35:51 GMT

Once the life threatening emergency was over, the hospital preferred not to keep patients.

All the studies said people recovered faster, better, (for less money) if they were supported in their own home. Especially if there was family to assist carers with the support necessary.

Which was why, on the Friday after waking up, having completed all the cognition and memory tests required, Shiro was released under provisions into the care of his family and the Garrison medical support team.

Their parents stayed the Friday and Saturday to help settle their boy back home and give Keith and the carers some support and help. On Sunday morning, they set off back for Earth and Keith let Lance know that Shiro was home and comfortable but not ready for any visitors.

For the next five days, Keith didn't give himself space to breathe.

He got up in time to let the carers in and help them with getting Shiro's dressings changed and breakfast made. He went to class, did his additional training in the simulator during lunch, did afternoon classes and used his frees to pad out physical training and flight simulator times. Once classes were over, he went home, cooked, did homework and threw the carers out at eight because he hated having strangers in the house after dark.

Friday night, Keith passed out on Shiro's bed at around eight thirty, doing his homework with him. So Shiro slid Keith's phone from his pocket, tucked his earbuds into his ears to keep him from hearing the talking and then dialled for Lance.

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PSL 12: The Test flight

Sat, 26 May 2018 12:00:41 GMT

"All readings green, engines stable, waiting on engineering go ahead," Shiro dutifully intoned into the microbead. The Rion purred under his hands, all constrained power and energy waiting to be released.

In the co-pilot's seat, Ulaz was keeping a close eye on the miniaturised power source, making minute adjustments to keep it perfectly balanced and stable. Once the teludav was activated, all that power would have somewhere to go and should regulate itself better.

"All readings within normal range," Samuel said. "The syncryst is maintaining integrity. Once we're clear to the test range, we're good to go."

"Test clearance zone in three minutes." Shiro locked onto the beacon and let the auto kick in so he could do a final run down. "Okay, once we reach ground zero, we come to a stand still and shut down the main thrusters and drive to avoid complications between system interactions. Only then do we open the conduits between the syncryst and the teludav and activate the jump. Our jump is a small one, just to the next system and then we take the gate back. All clear?"

"Clear," the other three repeated back and Shiro smiled and turned the open line back on. "Shirogane on the Rion, open to Control, do you copy?"

"We copy, Shirogane."

"We are entering the test zone. Communications will remain open, preparing to shut down main engine drive." He glanced to Matt, who was already on it. "Main engine powered down, running on maintenance levels. Conduit will be opened in five, four, three, two-"

Ulaz's hand never touched the button, but every warning they had flared up scarlet and the alarm started sounding.

"The crystal is destabilising," Samuel cried out.

"Primary feed line has been interrupted," Ulaz said, his voice soft and calm. "I am attempting to reroute the two secondaries to take the load."

"Chain reaction in teludav power chamber has been detected," Matt told them. "Scaultrite lenses are stable at present."

"I'm jettisoning the teludav." Shiro reached for the lever.

"If you do, we will have nowhere to divert the crystal's energy. It must remain attached," Ulaz stated.

"If it starts a reaction in the teludav, we could form an uncontrolled space rip." Matt was frantically working at his station. "We have to jettison and just try and vent the energy."

"Shiro?" Samuel, who was mostly just there for the crystal, sounded calmer than he had. "You're the captain."

Shiro closed his eyes for a moment. "We jettison. A space rip could endanger the whole system. I'm sorry, Ulaz."

"Do not be." A brief glance showed that Ulaz had a tiny smile on his face as he worked. "It is the right choice. The few... for the many."

"I hope it won't come to that. Command, we're jettisoning the teludav for recovery and attempting energy venting."

"Roger, Shirogane."

He snapped the lever down and pressed the button. At the rear of the ship, there was a clunk and grind and hiss of pressurised air as the whole unit detached and they spun away from it, putting distance between them.

The Rion lurched violently. Shiro grabbed the controls firmer, trying to wrest the craft back under control. Matt was shouting something about controlled energy outburst and Sam and Ulaz were trying to get the conduits rerouted, to put that energy into movement, into anything but crazed fluctuations through the ship.

Shiro let himself detach from it and just feel the way the craft moved, the trembles and sighs and shrieks that told him what was happening, how to counterbalance it.

"We're going into evasive patterns, try and burn off the energy as movement," Shiro stated, cutting through the clamouring. He silenced the alarms; they served no purpose now. "Try and push the energy into the main drive and thrusters."

Samuel and Matt strapped themselves in at the back, working on connecting the thrusters to the crystal's chamber. Ulaz looked to Shiro; Shiro returned the knowing glance. It was unlikely they could control the collapsing energy cascade.

They had to try. He kicked the main drive into action before it exploded; they were hurled forwards far too fast, the inertia dampeners struggled to compensate for the surge. Shiro aimed them back towards the planet. If they were going to crash, on a planet gave them the best chance of survival.

They hit atmosphere far sooner than they should have. The instruments were no longer reading the correct speed; Shiro was relying solely on the view and feel to gauge the situation.

"Rear section is maintaining integrity." Ulaz's voice was quiet. "Capsule can survive reentry."

"You should go with them," Shiro murmured.

"No. Your best chance is with a co-pilot. I will stay to try and keep the cockpit cabin integrity stable."

"What are you doing?" Matt looked over to them.

"I'm sorry, Matt. Tell Keith I love him, look after him for me." Shiro pushed the command in.

"Takashi, no!"

But the straps snapped tight and the inner capsule was ejected out the bottom, falling safely away from the Rion until its auto flight system kicked in.

"We are going to survive this," Ulaz said. "Your brother needs you still."

"Keith's never needed anyone a day of his life." Shiro tried to hold them steady as they plunged deeper into the atmosphere. "Can we eject the syncryst?"

"Yes, but it will probably take out the main engine at this stage. We'd be landing with physics and emergency power."

"We won't survive at all if we still have it in the ship when we go down."

"True. I'll cut it as close to the wire as I can." Ulaz started working on the disconnection.

Shiro couldn't spare any attention, trying to keep his breathing steady and the Rion out of a nose dive. The speed they were being forced to by the overcharged systems would keep them going for a while when the crystal was ejected, but it would also kill them if they didn't manage to slow down before impact.

It was a rush of speed, of screaming alarms, of his own heartbeat thundering in his ears and then the crystal was ejected, there was an explosion and-

Shiro opened his eyes. There was cloying, greasy smoke and too much heat. Screaming, fiery pain through his right arm made him tilt his head slightly and he couldn't see anything but blackened, twisted metal. He tried to move, but there was just more pain and he could taste metal, thick in his mouth, and his eyes were drowning, vision swimming with red.

A groan of strained metal pierced the haze of pain, then another groan and he saw glowing yellow eyes appear through the smoke.

"Stop moving."

Ulaz. The Galra wedged himself against something and pushed, pushed and the upper half of the cockpit lifted and smoke vented out.

He tried to speak, but all that he heard was wheezing, screaming, gurgling...

"Stop moving," Ulaz said again.

Shiro closed his eyes. He couldn't see anything anyway. Just red and yellow and black, blurring together like a child's fingerpainting.

"-get you free. I'm sorry."

He tried to ask what Ulaz was sorry for, but then there was a sensation unlike anything he had known, something so painful as to be beyond pain, pain that was sound, sight, touch, smell and taste, his every sense overridden by that single thing.

Ulaz gripped the edge of Shirogane's flight armour, thankful that it was locked in place and keeping his spine straight and held. It took a couple of tugs to wrench him free from the wreckage, enough that he could scoop him up and hold him against his side as he kicked the side panel off and staggered them out.

The ground burned the soles of his shoes as he staggered across it. The daylight was blinding, the fires more so, the stone underfoot glowed with the friction of impact. Ulaz made himself keep walking, keeping Shiro held at his hip like a sleeping child, trying to keep his severed stump held up to minimise the blood pumping past the tourniquet he had tied on.

Emergency lights flashed into his field of vision and the smell of burning rubber had thinned to a simmer. People were rushing towards him, with medical kits, with stretchers, Shiro was wrested from his grip onto a gurney and Ulaz hit the dirt on hands and knees, throwing up blood and oily bile and soot.

"Holts-?"

"Safe," someone said. "They're safe. We have you know, Colonel. It's under control."

It wasn't, but there was nothing else for Ulaz to do, so it was close enough.

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PSL #09

Sat, 28 Apr 2018 07:00:46 GMT

Keith woke up in the morning feeling more sane and more in control than he had in days. He didn't feel well, but he felt like he was a normal temperature. Or, at least close to, given that he had a Lance wrapped around him.

He wriggled out from Lance's limbs and pulled on shorts and a robe before going to the bathroom. When he finished cleaning up, he made his way to the kitchen, pausing at the sight of Shiro sitting at the kitchen counter, reading the morning news.

"Hey." Shiro looked up, smiling and opening his arms. "How are you feeling?"

"I thought I hallucinated you." He moved into Shiro's embrace, pressing himself close into Shiro's hug.

Shiro hugged him, rubbing his back softly. "No, Lance called me, said it was okay to come back. Might've suggested you wanted me to come back. You miss me?"

"No." Keith's voice took on the sullen tone it had a child when he was being accused of things like caring and enjoying hugs.

"Course not, how silly of me." Shiro kissed the top of his head. "I'm glad you're okay. I was worried."

"I'm okay."

"Except for the bites. Which are completely self inflicted."

"They're fine. Lance cleaned them up. He was… he did more than he had to for me." Keith shifted and rested his head against Shiro's shoulder, liking that he fit in when Shiro was sitting.

"He's a good guy. I'm glad he could help you. That you were both okay with that."

Keith was quiet, nestled in against Shiro and just breathing in his scent.

Shiro leaned his mouth against the top of Keith's soft, fluffy hair and just held onto him.

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PSL 08

Fri, 06 Apr 2018 08:32:38 GMT

After riding Lance and their discussion about the lack of meaning sex had, Keith had finally dozed off for a while. And not just forty or sixty minutes, he actually fell asleep for several hours, exhausted and starting to wear out.

When he woke up, he was more hungry than horny and actually went out to the kitchen to cook some food. It was mostly eggs and bacon, but it was breakfast and he did bring it on a tray with water and orange juice in to the nest.

He was back in full care taking mode, trying to feed his mate and keep him healthy and happy.

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PSL #07

Sat, 31 Mar 2018 01:02:39 GMT

In the end, Keith managed an hour of sleep before his body forced him awake again. He suspected he was starting to fall deep into the grips of the heat, because while he could think in a dim and distant way, thoughts didn't necessarily stay his actions.

Lance had dozed off. He needed rest, Keith managed to hold onto that. Lance wasn't made to survive a heat like he was, so he needed breaks. Rest. Probably more food and water than he'd been managing.

A bottle of water got placed next to him with a couple of energy bars and Keith retreated to the far side of the bed and sat curled in a little ball, rocking restlessly and watching him for a little while.

When the arousal was so heavy that he wanted to scream and bite, he dug out the curved toy from before and pushed it back into himself, biting into the ball of his thumb to keep himself quiet as it burned and then forced him through a much needed orgasm. He retreated back to his corner, curled so that when it became too much, he could just rock hard until he found a little, silent relief and tried to let Lance recover.

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PSL #06

Mon, 19 Mar 2018 12:09:38 GMT

Keith had passed out with Lance wrapped in his arms, body pressed into his and the smell of sex thick across his tongue.

When he woke up, he didn't feel amazing. He felt amazing, alive and alert and warmed and tingling, but he was also aware that he was sweat and cum sticky and it was a bit mucky. He wasn't far enough gone in the heat to be able to ignore it, so he managed to get the cloth Lance had used, damp it with water from the bottle and clean himself up and then clean Lance up a little.

Next was a protein bar which he chewed on while watching Lance sleep and washed it down with the rest of the sports drink and water.

Then it got too much and he had to crawl over Lance's somnolent form, kissing up along his spine to perch himself seated on his butt, just touching him gently, petting over lean muscles and stroking his hair softly. Learning him.

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PSL #03: Go for Gay

Fri, 09 Feb 2018 04:26:10 GMT

Keith spent the rest of the weekend in hiding.

He went back on monday like nothing happened, except that he was not looking at Lance, not talking to him. Not talking to anyone again, really, or interacting outside the occasional reproachful look to Hunk (who looked guilty) and answering when called upon in class.

By the last class of Monday, the rumour had spread that Keith and Lance had a fight. No, they had a one night stand and it was awful. No, that was just silly, they got into a screaming match over their suspension from the simulators, or maybe it was over the attention of Shirogane Takashi, they knew him, didn't you know?

Keith–instead of sparring with the guy who suggested that there'd been a one night stand, cheating on Hunk's emotions–punched him in the face and broke his nose and a front tooth. He was sent to the main office, scolded, suspended from sparring until Wednesday and sent home in disgrace to Shiro.

Shiro tried to help. Told him to just talk to Lance, ignore what happened, be friends. But then he caught Natalie saying the only reason Lance wasn't a slut was that no one would want him, so of course Keith wouldn't go near him and he shoved her and told her to shut her mouth and got suspended for the rest of the day and sent home in disgrace again.

By Wednesday, the class were back to avoiding Keith and Keith... told himself he preferred it that way.

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PSL: #02: Friday

Mon, 22 Jan 2018 04:49:58 GMT

It was a hard week without the simulators.

Keith's score didn't drop, but it didn't jump ahead the way he really wanted it to. Before their last flight class on Friday, he reminded Lance that he tended to drop awareness over his left shoulder when he achieved something and then logged into his own machine for the run.

The last class was hand to hand. Some were paired up, some were taken through the basics again (yes, Hunk, really, you have to actually grab them) and some were moving onto weapon training.

Keith went for a practice knife. Some of the class sniggered. They were the first ones Henders partnered up with him to let him wipe the floor with. Keith enjoyed hand to hand. but when he had a knife, he felt like everything was right.

He had just got into the shower room after the initial rush to a last class to hear one of the other students, Rollo, commenting about it. "He fights like one of those Galra simulations. All offence, no holds barred, you know?"

Where he stood, Keith went still and pale and then stomped his way into a shower stall, slamming the door shut. He knew he'd have ages until Lance was out of the stall next to him.

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PSL: Post-S4

Fri, 05 Jan 2018 04:54:16 GMT

Voltron wasn't dead.

Neither was Zarkon or his witch, but they had finished the liberation of a third of the Galran Empire, so all in all, the mission was a success. Losses had been within acceptable parameters and no one he knew personally was dead this time around.

But it didn't feel like a victory. Not like it used to when they defeated a robeast, or liberated a city from occupation.

Keith thought maybe that was something different in him. Everyone else was celebrating like this was the greatest victory they'd had. And it was. Intellectually, he knew it was. It was the single biggest victory they could have achieved and it came with the bonus of having Lotor bring his vast knowledge AND his transdimensional meteor made ship with him.

He leaned on the railing, feeling more comfortable with the anonymity of his Blade mask and hood. Just another Blade of Marmora, not the ex-paladin, failed-leader, Garrison drop out half Galran.

"—and then, Keith's flying his fighter straight at the shield, just murmuring something about 'Our weapons can't break that shield' and we're yelling and then BOOM and I thought he hit it until I saw that beam—"

Matt Holt. Keith located the voice and then the man himself. He was telling his story to anyone who would listen and right now, listening, was a horrified looking Pidge and a frowning Shiro.

Time to be scarce.

He moved away from the railing. While he'd rather not be stuck in the Castle of Lions where his old team were, since he was here, he had the benefit of knowing it. Being able to vanish in it.

He passed through a group of other Blades, using their own movements to mask his own before he slipped out a doorway and away from the party and Matt's exaggerated story.

The training area was probably empty. And he could brush up on his knife work. Having the bayard had made him lazy, slack. Kolivan had yelled at him several times for trying to call his knife to his hand rather than being careful not to lose it in the first place.

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PSL: laserguns

Thu, 14 Dec 2017 01:20:44 GMT

For someone else, late enrollment might have felt uncomfortable.

For Keith, who had never really been comfortable with people a day in his life, it was no better or worse than any other time he could have attended. They put him into one of the few single rooms without feeling the need to explain why (in case he was dangerous, in case he was going to hurt someone) and left him alone to settle into routine on his own.

Keith did what came naturally. He kept to himself. He worked hard and relentlessly, he excelled and he avoided Shiro's attempts to get him to come out with him by pointing out it could be construed as favoritism, even if it wasn't a big secret that they were already on good terms with each other.

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