"Are we not enough for you, kitten? Am I not enough?" He slowly peels his pants down just far enough to
Keith spreads his legs, reaches down to touch himself, and he's already so fucking wet. "I couldn't help it, sir. I've never seen anyone like him before."
Kolivan makes a disgruntled sound.
"Please," Keith begs. "Please let me come. I need it so bad."
"I know you do, kitten."
Keith's fingers move frantically over his dick and it isn't long before he's coming, body clenching hard around Kolivan's cock.
"If he wants to fuck you," Kolivan says, "I'll allow it. But I may want to join you."
Keith imagines the beautiful human fucking him in one hole while Kolivan
"Harder," he moans.
"That's it, kitten," Kolivan mumurs. "Come on my cock."
"Clean yourself up," Kolivan says. He slaps Keith on the ass, just once, but hard enough to sting. "And behave yourself."
And Shiro glances down and sees Keith kneeling between his legs. He's obscured by the base of the hair Kolivan is leaning back in, but there's no one else on the base who's as small as Keith.
Kolivan has a hand tangled in Keith's messy hair, pushing his head down in a steady rhythm.
It's then that Keith spots him. And Shiro is /mortified/.
Keith sputters but Shiro can see his throat working
Keith knocks on his door later that night -- Shiro reluctantly lets him in.
Shiro's stomach has been rumbling for the past half hour, but after a year of scraps from Zarkon's soldiers, hunger is easy to ignore.
"Did I -- did i do something wrong?" Keith asks.
"No," he says, "I -- I just. I was embarrassed. About having walked in on you -- and Kolivan. "
"Oh," Keith laughs. He takes a step forward and threads his fingers through Shiro's.
"I'm not -- I didn't--" Shiro sputters. "We're not /prudish/," he finally manages. "We just do it in private."
"That's considered prudish here."
"Oh," Shiro says.
Keith gives him another squeeze.
"So like I said, sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
His heart is pounding in his chest. He spent a year fighting for his life, he shouldnt be afraid of anything. And yet somehow standing here, holding hands with this beautiful half-alien boy is terrifying.
Shiro thinks back to Adam, but his memories are muddled with their last fight, their last words to each other. He has to dig to remember
"A long time," Shiro chokes out.
"I could help you out with that," Keith says. "If you want."
"Easy there, big guy," Keith says, putting a steadying hand on Shiro's hip.
"But I thought -- you and Kolivan?"
"He's good at sex," he says. "But it's not like we're /mates/."
"Maybe we should just go get you something to eat," Keith says.
"Yeah, I think that would be a good idea."
"Come to my room," he says. Keith nods and follows. He drops his armful of clothes onto the floor and Kolivan tugs off the towel, letting it fall to a heap at his feet.
Keith crawls in between Kolivan's parted legs, his small hands on Kolivan's large thighs.
"Humans are shy about sex," Kolivan says. He curls a hand around the back of Keith's neck and pulls him in. Keith buries his
They don't talk much after that. Keith licks into him, fucks him with his tongue and when Kolivan can't take any more, he yanks Keith's head back, looks
"My ass," Keith whimpers. "Please, sir."
Kolivan releases his grip on him.
"Get yourself ready."
Between the claws and the size of Galra hands, Keith has never been fingered by anyone but himself. It's not a thing they
"How do you want me?"
Keith sinks down into his lap, slowly and when he's all the way in, Kolivan thrusts his hips up hard, pulling a cry from Keith's mouth.
"Don't forget who fucks you best."
"We'll have to put you under anesthesia," Ulaz says.
The thought sends a panic through Shiro, even though he knows he's safe here.
"Are you okay?"
Shiro nods, even though it's a lie.
This question ears him strange looks, but Ulaz simply nods. "I don't see why not." He gestures towards one of the others. "Go retrieve him. I'd like to begin as soon as possible."
As soon as Keith enters the med bay, Shiro feels
"Today's the day, huh?"
"Yeah," Shiro says.
"Ulaz is an excellent surgeon," Keith says. He pulls up the leg of one of his pants and points out a small scar under the cap of his knee. "I totally destroyed knee when I was about 14, he completely rebuilt it, cartilage and all."
"Is it okay?"
"Go ahead," Keith nods. Shiro traces his finger along the tiny scar. He never would have noticed it if Keith hadn't pointed it out.
"Thank you for showing me."
"Yeah," Shiro says. "I'll see you when I wake up?"
Ulaz and the others return to the room, but stand back, waiting
"I -- I have to go," Keith stammers before he all but runs from the room.
A look of concern graces Ulaz's face, while the others won't even meet his eyes.
"Is there something we can help you with, Keith?" Regris asks.
"I need to speak with my mother in private."
"What's wrong?" Krolia asks. Keith's never been able to hide a thing from her.
"It's Shiro," Keith says. "Before the surgery on his arm, he kissed me."
"Oh, Keith," she says, pulling him into a hug. "I'm sorry. He doesn't know what it means to us."
"I think you should," Krolia says, gently stroking a hand through his hair. "Otherwise he might do it again."
"I think -- I think I want him to," Keith whispers. The admission makes him feel like someone has taken a sledgehammer to his chest.
"Are you sure?" she asks. "We don't know how much longer he's going to be staying here."
Keith wipes the tears burning in the corners of his eyes away and slowly nods.
"Of course, my beloved."
Shiro lets his eyes fall shut again. He doesn't drift back into unconsciousness, instead listens to the sounds around him. There are several sets of heavy footsteps and
Shiro remembers kissing him and he remembers Keith all but running out of the room. It wasn't the reaction Shiro had been hoping for -- he hopes he hasn't ruined things with the one real friend he has here.
Soft footsteps pad towards him and when Shiro finally opens his eyes again, Keith is there, a soft smile on his face.
"Keith," Shiro says. His throat is dry and his mouth like sandpaper.
"I said I would be, big guy," Keith says softly. Shiro smiles at the nickname. It had started as a joke. Tall as Shiro may be for a human, he was dwarfed by most of the Blades.
"I'm sorry," Shiro says. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"Can you give us a moment?"
Ulaz nods and gestures for the other Blade to follow him.
"Shiro, there's something you should know," Keith says. Shiro steels himself for the worst.
"Oh," Shiro says. And realization suddenly dawns on him. All the times Keith had touched him before, they'd been alone. In the med bay, in his quarters.
"A bit," Keith laughs, nervously running a hand through his hair. "It's okay, there's just -- one other thing." Keith averts his eyes, bites his lip, takes a breath like he's preparing himself for something.
"Oh, Keith," Shiro whispers. He raises his human arm, his body still sluggish to react, and curls his hand around the back of Keith's neck.
"It's okay if you're not," Keith says in a hurry. "I know it means something else to you but I --" he pauses. His eyes lock onto Shiro's and he takes the hand from behind his neck and holds it in both of his own.
"I'm falling more every day," Shiro says, truthfully.
"Come here," Shiro says. He wishes he could wrap his arms around Keith but the new one is still immobilized. Still having Keith lean over the bed railing and press his mouth to his is pretty great.
"Wow," Keith pants when they finally part. "That was so much better than the first time."
"Everything alright?" he asks.
Keith nods, smiling at Shiro. "Yeah, we're alright."
Ulaz unstraps Shiro's arm, takes a few readings and has him test it out with a few simple
"I hope you don't mind, we removed some of the weapon capabilities," Ulaz says. "Kolivan didn't feel comfortable with you having access to that much Galra technology."
"That's not a problem," Shiro says.
"If you feel well enough to stand, you may leave," Ulaz says. "Do not exert yourself for the rest of the night.
Shiro stands, a little unsteady on his feet, but Keith can tell he doesn't want to spend any longer in the med bay than he has to, so instead of insisting he sit back down, he puts an arm around Shiro's waist
"Would you like me to stay?" Keith asks, helping Shiro into bed.
"Please," Shiro says. Keith strips down to just his t-shirt and underwear and climbs into Shiro's bunk.
"Yeah," Keith says. "I'd like that."
He rolls on to his side and feels the warmth of Shiro's chest pressed up against his back. Shiro's arm slides around him, his fingers splayed
"Shiro?" Keith whispers.
"Hmm?" Shiro's voice is already thick with sleep.
"Nevermind. Go to sleep."
Went to dinner, I'll bring you back something.
He lays back down to wait but finds himself restless. He heads out to the mess hall and finds Keith eating with Regris.
"How're you feeling?" Keith asks.
"Better," Shiro says. "Less groggy."
Keith pushes his plate towards him.
"You should eat something. "
"Will you be moving into Keith's quarters?" Regris asks.
"I'm sorry?" Shiro says.
"Mated couples get preference over sleeping quarters," he says.
Shiro nearly chokes on his food. He hopes he doesn't look as shocked as he feels. He doesn't want to offend Keith, but this seems a little -- fast.
"We're not there yet," Keith says to Regris, making it clear that this conversation is over.
"It looks like Ulaz did a fine job," he says.
"He did," Shiro nods. He flexes his arm for Kolivan to see.
"I'll meet you back at my quarters later, okay?" He doesn't give Shiro time to respond, already standing up and collecting their dishes.
"Was there something -- in particular you wanted to talk about?" Shiro ventures. He doesn't know why
"Keith is very special, as I'm sure you've realized."
"Yes," Shiro says. "He is."
"And I'm sure you're aware he's had many sex partners, myself included."
Kolivan holds out a hand to him and Shiro takes it.
"How do you feel about a sparring match?" Kolivan says. "We could test out your new upgrade."
Shiro bristles at the term, as though he's a machine.
"You fight well," Kolivan says. "With a little training you'd be as good as any of our soldiers."
"Thank you," Shiro says, still catching his breath.
"Take care of him," Kolivan says. "Or you'll have more than me to answer to."
Shiro nods and Kolivan releases his grasp.
"We should talk," Keith says when they finally part.
"Yeah, I think that's a good idea."
"So does the entire base know I made a fool of myself?" Shiro asks.
"You didn't make a fool of yourself," Keith assures him.
As the words leave his mouth Keith worries if he might have spoken too soon. After all this is what he'd wanted to have the conversation in the first place. So they both know what they are to each other.
"We /are/ together, right?"
Shiro laughs, pulls Keith into a kiss, grin still on his lips as he
"I didn't just have the most terrifying conversation of my life with Kolivan for nothing," Shiro says when they part.
"Courting?" Shiro repeats. He's grinning as though Keith said something hilarious.
"Sorry," Shiro says, pressing a kiss to Keith's temple. "It's just an old fashioned word where I come from."
"What do you call it?"
"Dating," Shiro says. "We go on dates, spend time getting to know each other. Generally all that
"Guess so," Keith says. He thinks about every visit he made to the
"On Earth I'd call you my boyfriend, is that okay? Do you have another word for it?"
"Yeah," Shiro agrees. "Hey, can I ask you something?"
"Of course," Keith says. Shiro has a nervous look in his eye and Keith straightens up. "What is it?"
"Before the surgery -- was that your first kiss?"
Shiro's cheeks are flushing pink and he scrubs a hand over his face. Keith peels his hand away and his nose brushes against Shiro's when he asks, "What is it?"
"I've never been anyone's first kiss before," Shiro says.
"If it makes you feel any better, it's not like I had anything to compare it to," Keith says. "And the second one was really good."
Shiro smiles and curls his hands around Keith's face.
"I'm glad you liked it," he says.
"We can practice as much as you want," Shiro says, and there's a teasing tone in his voice.
Little does he know how fast Keith plans to take him up on that.
"Maybe," Shiro says. "Some scientists think we developed it as a way to bond when we were still evolving."
"Shiro," Keith says. "I don't want to talk about science." He rolls onto his back and
"Wow, um okay," Shiro says. And his startled expression makes Keith laugh.
"Kiss me," Keith says. "Show me how good it can be."
"/Fuck/, Keith," Shiro whispers, awestruck. He props himself up on
"How was that?" he asks, as though he genuinely isn't sure if Keith enjoyed himself.
In lieu of an answer, Keith pulls him back down. He kisses back frantically, mimicking the things that
"Wow," Shiro laughs. His mouth is red and swollen and Keith wonders if he looks the same. "You're a fast learner."
Keith chuckles under his breath, he reaches up and traces a finger over
"Shiro," he says, "I want you."
"You have me," Shiro says, leaning in for another kiss.
Keith laughs, fingers curled around the back of Shiro's neck. He rocks his hips up against Shiro's once more.
"You know what I mean, right?"
Shiro shakes his head. His prosthetic fingers curl gently along Keith's cheek.
"No, I just -- I'm not sure I'm ready for that."
"When I was captured -- they didn't just experiment on me," Shiro says quietly. "Zarkon's soldiers, they --"
Keith stops him with a gentle hand on his chest.
Shiro closes his eyes, exhales slowly and Keith thinks he might be trying to hold back tears. He wants to tell Shiro its okay, he can cry if he needs to, that he's safe here, with Keith. That he'll always be safe with Keith.
"My body hasn't felt like it's really mine in so long," Shiro says. "I just need some time."
"It's okay," Keith says. "Take all the time you need."
"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't take care of you?" Keith asks, offering him a small smile.
Shiro offers one in return and he pulls Keith into his arms.
"Yeah," Shiro says. Keith presses a kiss to his chest. He can feel Shiro's heartbeat, still quicker than it should be.
"Let me take care of you," he says. He slides an arm across Shiro's chest, his fingers rubbing in soothing circles until Shiro relaxes against him.
"Up for a real opponent?" asks a voice behind him. Shiro turns around to find Sorrol, a Blade member he's seen in passing, but doesn't know particularly well. He's not as tall as Kolivan or Ulaz, but he's still has several inches on Shiro, in both height and
"Sure," Shiro says. "Why not?"
Sorrol moves into a fighting stance and Shiro mirrors him. The hand that comes to the back of his neck gets his hackles up immediately and he breaks out of Sorrol's grip in an instant. Shiro ignores his racing heart as he blocks Sorrol's
"No!" he shouts, throwing the larger Galra off of him and sitting up.
"Shiro?" Keith's voice is quiet but concerned.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Keith asks. There's panic in his voice.
"I'm fine, Keith."
"Good match," he says, before walking away.
"Shiro," Keith says, curling an arm around Shiro's waist and plastering himself to Shiro's side.
That's how Shiro ends up seeing the Blade of Marmora therapist several times a week. There's actually no Galra word for "therapist" but it's clear that's what they are. Shiro didn't have any objections to speaking with someone, but he
"The Blades are soldiers, Shiro. They have to make life changing decisions in an instant. Not everyone makes it back. Do you not think that weighs heavily on the shoulders of all involved?"
After their session, Shiro meets up with Keith at his quarters.
"Really good," Shiro says. "Talking with them has really helped -- especially while you were away."
Keith pushes himself up on his tiptoes and kisses him, arms sliding around Shiro's neck and pulling him down. Shiro trails his hands down Keith's
"I should shower before dinner," Keith says.
"We could -- um," Shiro starts. He almost chickens out entirely but Keith raises a curious eyebrow. "Shower together?"
"Yeah?" Keith presses.
"Let's go then," Keith says, taking Shiro by the hand.
"It's not gonna freak you out if I tell you that I've been dying to see you naked, is it?"
"Um." Shiro laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head.
"Forget I said anything."
"Shiro," Keith says and it stops him in his tracks. "Look at me."
"Take as much time as you need," Keith says before stepping inside the shower and pulling the door shut.
Shiro laughs, a little embarrassed. At least if Keith is looking at his dick that means he's not looking at Shiro's scars.
"Can we just ignore that for now?" he asks.
"Yeah, whatever you want."
"Fuck, you're beautiful."
"I'm serious," he whispers.
Shiro kisses back in lieu of an answer. He lets his hands wander down Keith's back, eventually settling on his ass.
"Fuck, Shiro. How can you even think I'm gonna say no?"
Shiro laughs, pressing a kiss against Keith's neck. He pushes Keith back against the wall of the shower and drops to his knees.
He runs his tongue up and down the length of Keith's cock listening to him whimper. His hips piston forward as he
"/Fuck/," Keith cries. "Please, I need your fingers."
Shiro obliges. Two fingers slide easily inside Keith's hole, already so wet.
Shiro licks around his fingers where they disappear inside Keith, tasting him and Shiro can't get enough. He returns to sucking Keith's dick and it doesn't take my longer before Keith
"Was that okay?"
Keith tucks his head into the crook of Shiro's neck, licking away the water that pools in his collarbone. Fingers trail gently up the underside of Shiro's cock and a desperate sound escapes his lips.
"Do you want to fuck me?" he asks. Shiro can hear the hopefulness in his voice.
"I -- I do, but," Shiro swallows around the lump in his throat. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet."
"That's okay," Keith says. "Is there anything else you want to do instead?"
Shiro bends his head and the water cascades down his neck and shoulders as he kisses Keith
"Thank you," he whispers against Keith's lips. Their mouths are still close enough that he can feel Keith's smile.
Shiro kisses him again, softer this time.
Keith nods, sliding a hand between their wet bodies. He wraps his fingers around Shiro's hard cock, stroking slowly at first and Shiro gasps. It's been so long since someone he cared about touched
"/Keith/," he moans.
"Is this okay?" Keith whispers. Shiro nods. He presses his forehead against Keith's. Neither of them speaks again until after Shiro comes.
"Fuck," Shiro pants. "Wow."
"I suppose we should probably wash up, huh?"
"Yeah." Keith laughs.