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Salacious Passions

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This was a beauty for one familiar second, recognised by everyone as the scorching sun rose to kiss the sun with its heavenly flow. The school building was barren, showering itself with only a few students walking along the corridors in a slow pace towards their respected classrooms.

A slight morning breeze picked up, drifting through the immense crowd of students standing in a large circle in the trodden grass outside of the main building of the large school. In the middle of the circle were three men, one tall, handsome, long legged Cuban man stood at one side, with his arms crossed over his toned chest. Opposite him was a thin red headed man, whimpering lightly, holding a hand to his bruising cheek, staring up at the intense yellow and purple eyes of the purple skinned alien standing between them, glaring at him with a thunderous rage.

The aliens’ large bat like ears flicked back over his long black hair. He stood tall, mouth in a snarl, showing off his sharp fang like teeth. Turning his head from side to side, working out the cramp kinks from the thick leather collar around his neck, held back by a leash to the Cuban standing behind him.

The Cuban man ran a hand through his dark brown hair, drawing his hands over his exasperated coffee skinned face, deep dark blue eyes watching the two men before him. His attention turned to the purple skinned man standing before him, feeling a shudder go through him as he saw the thick tail curling around his feet, keeping him safe…like always.

How did this even happen again?

He peered over the alien, giving the red head a guilty look, because he knew this was completely his fault. The red headed man looked up at him, giving him a look of being betrayed.

His gaze returned to the purple skinned alien. His friend. His pet.

Urgh, he hated that. But that was exactly what he was.

“Keith,” he said slowly, his voice clear as a bell as he tried to reason with the purple skinned alien. “You can’t be like this every single time, you knew it was an accident,”

Keith growled, his snarl looking all the more furious as he glared ferocious daggers at the red headed man before him.

“He knows the consequences, Lance.” Keith replied, in a tone that made Lance tremble, like it always did.

His eyes were dark now, the yellow surrounding the beautiful purple irises, swirling like a foreign pool. Lance felt them when they panned over to him, before rolling back over and clouding with animal like fury at the red head.

They made Lance shiver, those eyes. He had tried to look elsewhere, to notice his carelessly strewn dark hair – with a mullet, in this day and age, who was he kidding? – all the way down to his black shirt that was strained against the push of his chest. And those jeans, especially the way they hugged his thighs.

But no, Lance couldn’t focus on anything other than those otherworldly eyes. They should have freaked him out, and they had when he first saw Keith. But they were just so gorgeous…it was hard to look away.

The red head trembled visibly, pressing his hand to the bruise on his cheek, where Keith had hit him. “Look you freak, I didn’t mean to, I just brushed by…”

Lance’s eyes widened, did he just? “What did you call him?”

“I called him a freak,” The red head replied with a withering confidence. He had thought Lance would be on his side, but when he saw Lance’s eyes darken with a similar rage as the alien, he trembled all the more. He had really hit the deep end with these two freaks; the dude who bought a pet to school, and the alien freak that was happy to be leashed up.

Keith held his hand out, stopping Lance from advancing.

“Silence,” He said in that deep voice, which rubbed Lance’s nerve endings in all the right ways. He quivered at the sound.

“Look man, I didn’t mean to,” The red head said, his voice quaking with each word he spoke. He knew exactly who Keith was, and what he was capable. And though the alien was a freak, a Galran pet, he still feared for his life. “I was an accident—”

Keith’s fist slammed into the red heads face with the force of a pile driver, sending him into a dizzy spin, knocking him out cold. He crumpled to the ground, deadweight, and unconscious.

Lance tugged on the leather leash, pulling Keith back over to him. He reached for Keith then, holding onto his arm. “Keith, did you really have to hit him?”

Keith looked down to Lance’s fingers grasping at his arms, and he growled low in his throat.

“No one is allowed to touch you like that again,” he said slowly, his voice heated with rage. “That was our promise,”

Then he turned abruptly, walking away from the knocked out redhead. The crowd parting for him as he passed.

“God damn it Keith!” Lance yelled, it had been an accident, the red head had been an asshole, but he had been flirting with him.

Lance wasn’t a stranger to a bit of flirting, but it was when he had started touching his arm, playing with his hair and leaning in, that Lance had gotten uncomfortable. Honestly, if it hadn’t been for Keith appearing, he didn’t know what would have happened.

He was a good fighter, but the man had been much larger.

He followed Keith, tugging onto the leash to stop him, but Keith didn’t listen to him, dragging him along by his neck. Instead, Lance sighed, following Keith, not wanting him hurt any more than he already was. He took one look at the fallen man, and honestly did not feel sorry for him.

Looking ahead, he let out another sigh. No one is allowed to touch me like that, eh? He thought to himself, watching those ears flick back and forth as they made their way through the courtyard and into the school building.

What if I want you to touch me like that?

How did he get into this mess in the first place!

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Some days earlier...



Lance let out a sigh of exhaustion. Sitting on his small chair, the large long desk near the front of the classroom, surrounded by two of his best friends as he scribbled nonsensical words onto a lined piece of paper, doodling every once in a while as his friends spoke to him.

The teacher at the front of the classroom barely paid attention to them as he rifled through his bag, talking to students as they made their way to him.

“Seriously?” A pretty tanned skinned Shay asked, leaning over Lance and the large Samoan man sitting on the other side. “You can adopt a Galran?”

“Yup, it’s pretty weird,” Hunk replied, his face blanching at the thought. “I mean like you buy them, and then you have to pay for their expenses and stuff, but they are legally your property,”

“That’s just sick,” Shay muttered, sticking her tongue out.

Lance raised his dark blue gaze to the fair haired woman sitting to his right, who was currently scribbling what was written on the board. “Whatever, my Galran is so perfect; he treats me like a princess!”

“That’s because you force him to!” Hunk replied, gaze narrowing angrily. “It’s against all morality!”

“Don’t tell me you’re a ‘Galran are people too’ activist,” the fair skinned woman said, pointing the tip of her pen at them. “You know they almost invaded our planet right? They’re the bad guys,”

“That was like fifty years ago!” Shay replied, her hands tightening to fists. “And not all Galran’s are bad, they just had a bad leader! The same could be said for Hitler, and Stalin, and that orange haired dictator,”

Lance sighed, laying his head onto his refill pad, wanting to slam against the cold hard wood of the seminar room tables to rid him of what his friend was surely about to say next.

Pidge leaned over Shay, having heard the commotion and, as an activist herself, especially after what happened to her brother, she was eager to see more about these Galran’s and their ‘pet domiciles’.

“We’re going to go check this place out, Lance.”

“Pidge, do we have to?” He sighed, holding his head in his hands as he stared at his eager friends.

Pidge narrowed her gaze at him. “Don’t you want to finally figure out the real truth about Galrans?”

Shay nodded, laying her hands on the desk in front of Lance. “We need to make sure people know how they are treating other kinds,”

“I agree, what if the Galran’s revolt?” Hunk continued, “Or are you the kind of person who doesn’t care about our world?”

Low blow, Hunk…

“Th-that's not true—” Lance was quick to object, tapping his pen on his half-filled notepad.

“So we’ll go?” Hunk asked, laying his pen down on his paper and turning his attention fully to the conversation. He prodded his best friend on his shoulder. Lance veered his concentration from what he was writing to his friend.

“I don’t know—”

Shay interjected. “We’ve known you forever Lance,”

Lance held the pen top to his bottom lip, deep in thought. “But I don’t want to…look at them.” He paused once again, to make sure he was right. “I mean…what if it’s really bad?”

“All the better to see for ourselves, right?” Pidge interjected, prodding the Cuban with the tip of her pen. “Experience it first hand, so we can motivate ourselves”

Hunk nodded excitedly. “That's why we should check this place out!”




Lance tightened his scarf around his neck and looked up to the large shop in front of him. The words ‘Marmora Pet's' glittered against the ephemeral white snow that lay all over the ground. He let out a puff of air, watching the steam fog up his glasses and followed Pidge into the shop.

It looked pretty modern and was filled with both familiar and unrecognisable people frittering back and forth, congregating at tall silver monitors that took over the wall on the opposite side of the shop. There were a few people dotted around wearing white suits with black lining, the emblem of the store on their blazers and ties.

This was, after all, a new service.

There was a pretty red headed woman in uniform standing next to the door, she ushered them into the store and towards an oval reception desk. Another woman sat on the other end of the table; she looked up with a bright smile that reached her dark blue eyes.

“How may I help you?”

Pidge gazed around the area and smiled to the woman. “We were just curious,”

“Of course! All new customers are welcome here! I'll have one of our staff answer any of your questions,” The receptionist tapped at the headset by her ear, the transparent microphone moulded over her cheek and to her mouth. “Please, feel free to look around,”

“Good afternoon, my name is Scott,” A handsome, blonde man appeared next to the two, an equally bright smile on his features as he ushered them to one of the less crowded futuristic looking monitors on the other side of the shop. “Let me explain how this system works,” He reached over to the monitor and the shops emblem dissolved on the screen. It flashed a few times before stopping at a white page stating the name of the shop and the options bronze, silver and gold. “First of all, I would like to state that Marmora is a charity and not used for abusive needs.” He pressed a few of the on screen buttons, going from the home screen to profiles of the 'pets' that they offered. “We basically provide a Galran who will keep you company any time you want,”

“What type of company are you offering?” Pidge asked, straightening the strap of her bag as she stared apprehensively at the man. She knew what these sorts of ‘charities’ meant, it was just another alternative to slave trade and labour.

Scott smiled brightly, not fazed at all by the inquisition. “If there's a movie you want to see, or a place you want to visit, or you desire a romantic dinner, then you will love this popular trend of adopting a Galran pet,”

Lance looked suspicious, watching with a narrowed gaze at a few other women gathering around the handsome sales clerk.

“We know how lonely life can get for some people,” Scott said, his lips pouting, his eyes twinkling in the artificial lights.

Lance narrowed his gaze. This was slavery. These poor Galrans, or ‘pets’ as they were downgraded to, were being forced to do someone else's bidding. I doubt this is even a charity.

“Nyma!” One of the girls behind Lance squealed, tugging on a brunette woman's lithe arms, making the bangles and bracelets on the woman's arm shake. “You should definitely get a cute Galran man and make him answer to your calls!”

Lance scoffed. Slave labour...

Nyma smirked. “What are the prices?”

“Each Galran is different according to their grade,” Lance narrowed his gaze as Scott started explaining the long list of prices. Seems cliques worked here as well, it was true what some people said, high school never ends. “You have the bronze class; these are just friends whom you can hang out. Then there's silver class, they are like your best friends, who are more wanting of you, and then the highest is the gold class, these pets are devoted to you and your needs. Of course those needs should be exemplary and follow our terms. There are a few platinum pets, but they are the most wanting of you. You really do get your money's worth for them.”

The two girls behind Lance seemed to nod in unison. Lance rolled his eyes, not liking this service at all. The people that created this system should be taken out of business. This was slavery and he for one would not stand for it. He would not stoop to such a level where he would pay for friendship.

Who knew when and how this would turn sour. Marmora would be on the news soon, he was sure of it.

“You sign a contract and pay the small fee for the person,” He stated, pointing to the receptionist who waved at them from her desk. “And they are given to you on the class you chose.”

Pidge leaned into Lance, a frown on his face, and whispered as Scott showed them how to use the monitors. “I think we should do the ecological thing and free these poor Galrans,”

Lance turned to his friend, whose gaze was fixated on the pictures of the 'pets' flashing past on the monitors.

“With what money,” Lance muttered, wanting so badly to agree to the plan.

“True, let’s just free one then. It'll make you feel better to know you've saved one.” Pidge sighed, but nodded. “What about this cute guy?” He asked, pointing to the picture of a handsome man on the screen. “He looks alright,”

“A-ah! No.” Scott suddenly jolted, stepping in front of the screen and blocking him from Lance's view. “That pet...he has a bit of a reputation,”

“Maybe it’s because he didn't want to be a pet,” Lance stated, holding his hands to his hips, glaring accusingly at the blonde salesman. “How exactly do these people become pets in the first place?”

Scott looked taken aback. Nyma pushed behind the blonde sales clerk and stared at the picture, a wide grin on her pink painted lips. “Oh, he is handsome.”

No way is she getting him!

“You know what,” Lance suddenly stated, narrowing his gaze at the red headed woman who was gazing at the monitor with glee. “I'll take him.”

“Really?” Scott looked apprehensive. “But, he's a platinum and requires--”

I want that man,” Lance said assertively, crossing his arms over his chest. At least one man would be free from this hell with his help. Especially someone who didn’t want to be sold. That and he did not like the lascivious look on Nyma’s face. He'd just go back to university and start a petition as to how wrong this system was. “Where do I sign?”

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Lance felt the world crumble around him as he waited on the platform. Pidge and Hunk stood next to him, filled with glee at what they had just accomplished. He should be feeling happy too, but he still couldn’t get over the fact that he had bought a pet Galran.

“I can’t believe I…” he shook his head, trying to force the very notion from his mind. He was not like Nyma and the others who were at the store – oh god, it was a store! – He had bought the Galran because he wanted to free him. He’d not stooped so low. But he had bought a Galran who would be devoted to him. Oh god, had he bought an escort?

The train’s arrival shook him out of his thoughts, he tried instead to focus on whatever his friends were saying, but he just couldn’t let the whole thing go. Galran’s may have once been the enemies to the universe—no, not all Galran’s, just those who followed that dictator Zarkon – that didn’t make them all bad. The ones that were forced into slavery – because that was just what this was – were born here on earth, bred among their own kind and forced into living the way they were. As far as Lance was concerned, they were just as human as he was, they just looked different.

However, they were bred different too, separate, in isolation, with their own kind. They were told from the day they were born that they were going to be bought, that they were in this existence to be mere trinkets for the world.

Ever since Lance had been little, he had been told all about the Galran’s, but from a human perspective.

“Galran’s are pets,”

“Galran’s are toys,”

“Galran’s are not people, so don’t treat them like they are.”

“They are not allowed independence,”

“Treat them like humans and they will kill you,”

“Galran’s are dangerous.”

Ha, dangerous. And yet, he could clearly see a tall purple skinned Galran, with a thick collar around his neck, the lead held by a young girl, who was barely a decade old. She was holding a birthday balloon, and playing with the tail of the Galran as he stood stoic next to her, eyeing the parents next to him.

He was her pet.

Lance was disgusted.

He remembered the documentary he had seen in secret all those years ago, the one with a Galran telling other listening Galran’s of a resistance, a group of people who would band together to help. Only to see that man be taken away by the force, and shot in front of every single one of them. There were children in the mass he had created; small things that had seen humans come to kill one of their own because he spoke out.

“You did your good deed for today,” Hunk said, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder as he motioned them into one of the train carriages. “Don’t be so hard on yourself,”

Lance brushed his hand off, feeling a sick ball of lead in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t feel like he was doing anything good. He had bought a Galran after all. A Platinum Class Galran, no doubt. He shuffled through the narrow aisle, slotting himself in one of the empty four seats, Hunk and Pidge sitting alongside him. He held his bag to his front, grimacing as his lanyard swung alongside it, gleaming prettily that he was a Member of the Galran Unity Resistance.

Not the right resistance it seemed.

It screamed that he had just bought a fucking Galran pet, and he did not want anyone to know that. He had tried taking the fucking thing off, but it wouldn’t budge, it was stuck on his bag until he had his Galran by his side.

Oh god…

He slammed his head on the small table between them, feeling thick fingers run through his hair as Hunk tried to soothe him of his worries.

“I know twelve thousand is a lot of money,” Hunk tried to placate him, patting him on his head. “But think of what you’ve done, one less Galran in captivity,”

Oh god, he hadn’t even thought about the financial problems he was now going to have. Sure he had the money, but that money had been because of their savings, work salaries, their fund raising, and all of it had been earned so they could get a better apartment – not the shitty one they lived in now.

The three had worked so hard to save up, and he had spent it all on a fucking pet?

“I’m sorry guys,” he tried to apologise, but Hunk stopped him right there.

“Don’t worry,” he replied, that sunshine smile on his face. “We just did a great deed, we’ll save up again, and we’ll get a better apartment next year,”

“Yeah, or we can just fuck with the super again,” Pidge added, their face turned to the sun setting in the window.

Lance lifted his head from the table, pointing an accusing finger at them. “Shiro almost killed us because of the last stunt you pulled,”

They shrugged their shoulders. “Allura sorted it all out for us,”

“We were lucky she was there,” Hunk added.

Lance thanked them internally for breaking his train of thought. But he still couldn’t shake it. He had done something so awful. How was he going to explain this to his mother?

Shaking his head of that particular thought, he slunk back down on the seat, sighing as the days’ event ran through his mind.

Saving someone’s life from a slave society had cost him all of their shared savings. He just hoped the Galran would be thankful for what he had done, and then be off on his merry way. No one would be able to capture him again, because technically the Galran would belong to him. He might get a few phone calls, here and there…but wait…this was a Platinum Class. The man at the store hadn’t really explained it all that well, but from what he could remember, Platinum Class Galran's relied on accompaniment, they lived solely for their owners. It was one of the reasons why they were so god damn expensive.

But, were they different to the other bought Galran’s? Did they expect different things? Galran’s wore collars, would his Galran have to. Oh god, what if his Galran preferred to wear a collar and want to stay with him? They had been taught from little that this was the norm, hadn’t they?

No, that didn’t seem likely. He’d be just as eager to leave. They’d get some kind of temporary brand on him, so he could roam free without getting caught, and he could go out and do whatever he wanted.

…but what if?

Lance hadn’t even gotten a good look at the Galran he had bought. None of this felt right, he had never thought he’d be put under the list that stated he had bought a persona as property. But there was the lanyard, screaming it to his face.

He was bought back to the present when a thick book thudded onto the table. Lance looked up to see Pidge holding their hands over the book. “I took the liberty of getting you a book,”

“What?” He was a little confused at that, but Pidge was a weird one.

With a triumphant grin, they pushed the book closer to Lance, a look of teasing pride on their face, eyes gleaming behind their round rimmed glasses. They retracted their hand, and Lance got a good look at the title.

“How to care for a pet?” He asked, the sick lead ball at the pit of his stomach growing with rage and disgust at himself. What a cruel reminder. “What the actual fuck, Pidge?

“I thought you might need it,” Pidge replied, they had a look in their eyes, and Lance took a moment to really consider whether Pidge was teasing him, or if there was something else in their gift, something with a deeper meaning. “After all, a Galran pet gives the best and most devoted love,”

They nudged their head to the side, and that was when Lance saw the tall man sitting on a seat, he hand his hand wrapped tight around a thick, short lead, that held the Galran who was standing next to him. The lead was so short; the Galran had to bend down to accommodate himself to it.

Lance wanted to say something, but the shiny badge on the man’s coat collar held him back. He was a member of Altorian, a man who worked for the Galran Redemption Order. The ones who had started this whole Galran ownership thing. He looked up at Lance, through the seats, and smiled. Though Lance knew the only reason he was smiling was because of the fucking lanyard permanently glued to his bag.

If Lance had said anything, he’d be put to jail as a resistance fighter, with no bail.

Looking down, he gave Pidge a forced smile, and gladly took the offered book. Peering through the first few pages, he saw a few, very interesting, chapters. There must be something in there that would help him understand how to let a Galran go free without them getting caught.

Thank you Pidge!

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Lance walked ahead of Pidge and Hunk, listening to them talk about the man on the train, and how they had pretty much cheated going to jail. And honestly, Lance would have been right there with them, celebrating life. But he still could not get over what he had done.

They finally turned the corner to the slightly dilapidated, rustic building they called home. There were wrought iron hand rails and plant pots on the steps leading up into the front door, the windows were all curtained in different colours, large enough to let in the light, but too small to really see what was inside. The brick was a old, and red, different to the other properties around them.

Lance paused however. There was a large man in a black coat standing in front of the door, looking at a piece of paper in his hands, and then up to the building. But what really caught Lance’s eye was the black cloaked lump draped over his shoulder. That was definitely an arm coming out from the cloak…

Not wanting to get into trouble, Lance turned around, taking hold of Hunk and Pidge’s arms, dragging their reluctant bodies with him.

“Hey! You!”

Lance froze as the large man’s voice bellowed down the streets. His shoulders stiffened, but he didn’t turn around.

“You Lance McClain?”

Crap. Turning, he forced a smile on his face. “N…no?”

“Don’t lie to me, boy. Your lanyard,” The large man replied, taking hold of his hand and spinning him around. The silver streaking lanyard shone like a beacon. The man took hold of it, reading the information on there. He straightened them massive black lump on his shoulder and grinned. “Great, here’s your pet. Thanks for shopping with us,”

He lowered his body, holding the massive black lump and lowering it down onto the ground.

“It’s been feisty, so we’ve had to put it down,” the large man said, fishing out an electronic pad from his back pocket. He held it out to Lance, holding a stylus in his other hand. “But it’ll be up and at ‘em in a few,”

“What the fuck?” Lance muttered to himself, as he looked at the screen. The words ‘Marmora’ was at the very top, in its swirling splendour.

Hang on a moment…this was his…the…this was the Galran?

Why was he brought to him like this? Unconscious, and hidden under a cloak. Hunk and Pidge stood at his side, peering at the cloak too. It must have been because the poor Galran didn’t want to be bought. All the more reason for Lance to sign the document and let the Galran free.

“Hang on a moment,” Pidge said suddenly, stopping Lance form signing anything. “We gotta check the goods,”

They lifted the cloak and nodded, humming a little.

“He’s rather small,” theyreiterated, looking all the more like a person who had bought Galran pets as a hobby and expected the best. But they had to look the part here, if the man knew they had bought the Galran only to let him go, they’d take the poor alien away.

“It’s what you ordered,” the man said, thrusting the pad at Lance, urging him to sign. “I got other deliveries, just sign it and take it up with the company,”

Lance looked back at Pidge and Hunk, seeing them circle the small black cloaked lump, who he had yet to see. They looked up at him, nodding, and he let out a long sigh. Signing the documents, the large man suddenly took a tighter hold of his arm, and snipped the lanyard from his bag with a device that looked like silver shears, leaving the small silver tag to indicate he had a pet.

Urgh, this was worse than the lanyard.

The man dragged Lance over to his delivery truck, and pulled open one of the doors. Lance blanched when he saw other Galran’s sitting quietly inside the truck, all of them had their hands behind them, handcuffed to the metal pole at the back of the bench. They they'd given up.

“You’ll need to read this,” the man said, placing a large box onto the pavement, and handing Lance thick book. He pushed Lance back onto the pavement with the box and waved politely. “Have a nice day,”

Lance watched, still so very confused, as the van left. The box was much heavier than he had expected, Lance noticed, as he tried to move it away from oncoming bystanders. Hunk appeared at his side, holding a hand to his shoulder.

“Why don’t you get coma-dude up into your room, get him acquainted,” He said, nodding his head back to the unconscious Galran on the ground, hidden under the cloak. “Pidge and I’ll get the box,”

“Yeah, right, we will,” Pidge’s answered nonchalantly.

Hunk rolled his eyes, and ducked down to lift the box up. Grunting against the sheer weight and muttering cursed profanities under his breath, he took in a deep breath and vented all of his days’ frustration into tugging the box up the stairs and into the foyer. Lance watched as Pidge followed him, holding onto the corner of the box and helping him up the steps.

Lance took one look at the cloaked body and wondered just how he had gotten himself into this mess. Reaching for the – rather light, he noticed, -- body, he lifted it up into his arms, holding him close.

Huh…at least the Galran smelled nice.

Walking in, he was met with the gorgeous Allura yelling at Hunk in the small lobby area.

“What are you doing?” Lance peered up to the reception desk to see Allura glaring at him with a questioning expression. “Is that a…Lance, have you actually done something so stupid?”

“It’s not what you think, I promise,” Lance replied with berated breaths.

He sucked in a breath and took her card out of his wallet and swiped it against the black device, calling the lifts down. Allura paused rushing around the desk. Confused and took hold of the large box in Hunk's arms, pushing the weight a little. “The box says Marmora, Lance you and your friends actually bought a Galran?”

“Oh…uh, yes. We wanted to…free him.” Lance stated, wishing the lifts would hurry up. Oh god, he had just been seen buying something from a store he was purely against.

Free him?” Allura reprimanded, but she let out a long breath. There was no helping these three when they had their mind on something. She instead helped Hunk, taking a hold of one corner of the heavy box. “I can help you,”

Lance tried to pull it from her, not wanting her to see what he had gotten. He already hated the fact that he had brought a Galran; he didn't want anyone else to know. Especially Allura. “No, this isn’t…we…it was my fault, I can take it up myself,”

“You should take help when it’s given to you,” Allura stated, holding the box up with Hunk, and making her way to the opened lift doors, placing the box down on the ground. “We’re only here to help.”

“I know, I just…” Lance tried, straightening the unconscious – and rather small – Galran in his arms. “I didn’t expect this to happen. I didn’t think I’d be one of them,”

In a fit of rage which had been welling up ever since the morning, Lance tightened his grip on the Galran in his arms and stood at the very back of the lifts. His face in a growl, he waited for the others to push the button to his floor.

“You’re doing a good deed,” Pidge replied, pressing the button and waiting for the lift to rise up to the top floor, where Lance’s large open floor plan room was.

Lance slumped back onto the mirror of the compartment, catching his breath and sighing out in exhaustion. He looked down to the covered Galran in his arms, wishing he could pull the cloth away and get a look at just who he had saved. The lifts dinged and door opened into his room. Though it was more than just a room, it was a small studio apartment of sorts, with an open plan, a small kitchenette in the corner, hidden behind an arched wall, a bed on one side, with a desk, and a small sofa before him, facing the small television on the table.

Hunk and Allura dropped the box onto the side of the door.

“We’ll leave you to it then,” Hunk replied.

Lance turned; he hadn’t expected them to leave so suddenly. In a perverse way, he was so eager to see what he had gotten, and he had expected the others to be the same.

Pidge just shrugged their shoulders. “You need to meet your pet one on one, we can’t be here,”

Huh…he guessed that made some sense.

No…no it really didn’t.

But Pidge always knew best. So he just nodded, watching as the lift doors closed, and the door leading to his house clicked locked.

“So…” he said to the unconscious man in his arms.

He made his way to his bed, laying the man down on the soft plush. Cautiously he reached down to the slightly opened cloak, pulling it back to reveal a gorgeous, pale purple skinned young Galran, with long hair and the most softest looking ears flat on his head. But there was blood seeping from the variety of wounds that were visible all over his body.

What the fuck?

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“Are you dead?” Lance asked himself. His question was answered when he heard the Galran’s laboured breaths and the slight shivering of the cloak. “What should I do…go to the police? No ambulance.”

He reached into his pocket for his phone. Dialling the first two nines, he paused. His mind was contemplating whether or not he should. The Galran clearly needed immediate help. What would happen to him if they found the Galran like that? Would he get sent to jail for harming a Galran -- not that he had… -- or would they take the Galran away and force him back into that awful place where they clearly beat him.

No. If he wanted to expose Marmora for what it was, then he should call the police. After all it was only the right thing to do. But the police may hurt him more…what if he was forced to go back to the store? Then he’d most likely be sold to another person who would treat him like a slave.

“What should I do?” Lance looked around his room, hoping for a sign to answer the many questions running through his head. He couldn’t just leave the Galran.

He was very handsome…

Hesitantly, Lance knelt in front of the Galran and pulled the cloak apart. This way, he got a good look at him. The Galran was shivering violently. Lance then took notice that the cloak itself was damp. It had been raining before...he probably caught a cold.

What had they done to him?

With long black hair that fell to his shoulders, perfect porcelain skin scratched with what looked like claw marks. His uniform plain white shirt was torn in places, showing off slightly purple tinged skin stretched over a lean chest. His black leggings hugged his legs and waist tightly with rips and tears that were coated with blood. He had the most vivacious body than any man Lance had ever seen.

With a blush and a second look, his eyes widened, above the Galran’s fluffy black hair was what looked to be like two curled bat ears, he also noticed a long sleek tail curled around his leg.

“He’s like a cat…” Lance murmured to himself, wondering whether to give in to the temptation and touch the Galran’s ears or leave him be.

He chose the latter as the Galran’s breathing became heavier. Sliding the damp cloak off hi, he lifted his duvet and laid the Galran back on his bed before collapsing in a heap to the floor by his bed.

Rummaging through his drawers he pulled out a first aid kit. Unzipping it, he first took out a thermometer and placed it into the Galran’s mouth. He hastily cleaned up the cuts and bruises he could see, glad that he had listened to his mother and brought a lot more bandages and ointment than he needed. He was always getting hurt.

Pulling the thermometer out he gasped. “Wow…one-o-three degrees. Not only are you hot, you also have a fever.”

He was hesitant to take off the Galran’s clothes, but the blood coating his leggings and shirt made Lance think otherwise. For once he was glad that the heater in his room was broken, letting off a large amount of heat than any other room in the house.

He took in a deep breath as he unbuttoned the Galran’s plain white shirt, letting out an appreciative breath at the dips and curves of the Galran’s toned muscles. He ran a tentative finger over the firmness of those fuck me muscles, watching as the Galran’s breath came out in deep gasps. He shook his head from his sudden lewd thoughts and reached for the antiseptic, bandaging the wounds he found on the Galran’s chest and stomach one by one.

I won’t get turned on by this… he thought to himself as he pressed a bandage onto one of the larger wounds that took over the Galran’s sleek sides. This is wrong…he’s not even awake…but that means he won’t notice if I—

Good god, he was used to reprimanding and telling off people up who thought like this, yet here he was, being a pervert and wanting to do things with a man who was asleep on his bed. He was such a hypocrite.

He gulped and steadied his shaking hands as he reached for the hem of the leggings.

“Can’t do it,” he suddenly stated, he stood up suddenly. Taking in a few deep breaths, he pulled off his sweater, throwing it onto the single sofa seat behind him. He rolled up the Galran’s leggings to show off his muscular legs.

“I do hope you don’t have any injuries that aren’t in a place I’m not allowed to touch.” He muttered to himself, knowing that the Galran wouldn’t answer.

Finished, he rolled back the Galran’s leggings and took his duvet and blanket and wrapped it around the Galran’s lethargic body. Rushing over to the small kitchenette, he filled a small bowl up with warm water and took hold of a small cloth, placing it into the water and then wringing it out.

He dabbed at the perspiration over the Galran’s face and neck, all the while wondering where he had gotten these great mothering skills.

Nodding that he had indeed done all he could for the Galran at that moment, he tiptoed out of his room, making sure the lock on his main entrance was secure. He didn’t want any of the others living in the same building to suddenly burst into his room like they usually did. That was something Pidge would do.

Roaming through the short trek back to the kitchenette. He pulled out one of his small pans and started to boil a large ration of rice. While that was boiling, he rushed back to check up on his patient.

Seeing that the Galran’s breathing – though still laboured – had quiet down a little, he returned to his first aid kit and continued bandaging up the cleaned cuts along the Galran’s arms and face.

“Well, you are handsome…I can see why people go so far to want you,” He muttered, running his fingers over the Galran’s warm purple cheek to check for any other bruises. He noticed something that made his eyes widen. These were all defensive wounds.

He had fought someone, or something, pretty recently. The ache in Lance’s chest increased and he doubled his efforts. There was something so human about the Galran, what with the way he looked so troubled, even in his sleep. But there was something so gorgeous about this alien as well.

He hummed as their body heat melded together. Without his knowing why, he leaned in closer to reach to the other side of the Galran’s pretty purple face. Forcing his mind to think this was all to check him over, to make sure he wasn’t hurt any more. But his eyes zoned in to the Galran’s pretty lips, watching intently, completely entranced. Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned into the Galran, and their lips pressed together in a breathless whisper, not touching, just breathing off one another.

He’d only need to lean in a little closer, and they’d be—

Wait! His mind screamed at him. You don’t even know this man!

Lance leaned back with an, albeit disappointed, sigh and turned to look away from the Galran, lest he be tempted once again to finish off what he had started. Wondering what to do while the man was asleep on his bed; he reached into his bag and pulled out his homework assignments, knowing it was best to get started as soon as possible.

The Pet Care book dropped out.

Hesitating, Lance picked the book up. No harm in a little light reading…

Shrugging his shoulders, he sat on the floor, leaning his back to the bed. He gazed over to the handsome Galran on his bed and sighed, albeit rather reluctantly.

“Properly taming your new Galran Pet,” He read to himself, whispering silently into the air. “The Galran will be feeling acute stress from being placed into a new environment, do not touch him, just let him be. He needs to get used to you and your living space. Violence is never the answer at this stage,”

At this stage? He feared to think when violence would be the answer.

He peered over to the Galran and sighed. “That can’t be helped.”

He tossed the book to the side and stood up. He turned to the kitchen and thought instead to cook something up for the Galran. Soon, he placed the rice soup he had made into a tray, and returned back to his room.

He stopped when he saw the Galran move around tensely.

Rushing over to the wounded Galran’s side, he sat at the edge of the bed, and peered over to him. The Galran’s eyes were slightly open, a little yellow of his irises peeking out from under his extremely long lashes. His mouth moved, as if he seemed to want to say something, but lacked the strength to.

Guessing that he was hungry, with his slightly opened mouth, Lance reached for the tray he placed on the table next to his and spooned some of the rice soup up.

“It’s rice soup.” Lance explained, hoping the Galran understood him. Placing the spoon to his lips he smiled as the Galran complied and started eating the food.

“Good,” The Galran replied, his voice low and weak.

Lance paused, not used to being praised at, especially by someone as pretty as the man on his bed. His heart fluttered, missing a beat at the Galran’s tired smile. Soon, the rice soup was finished and the Galran relaxed back down and returned back into a blissful sleep in his comforters.

Lance got up then, straightening out the duvet over the Galran again. He took the plates and the tray, and made his way back to the kitchen. Placing it in the sink, he let out a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding.

The poor Galran…if Lance sent him away now, would he survive?

What was Lance going to do?

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Where…am I?

His dark purple eyes blinked open suddenly, taking in the darkness of his surroundings. Everything seemed so blurry to him. He could barely remember what had happened. Alarmed, he reached into his pocket, hoping to find the one thing he had pocketed in there, but he felt nothing.


He glanced around the room and took in everything around him. He was in a house, a bedroom in fact, except there was a large archway that led to what looked like a small kitchen area. To his immediate left, he saw a cupboard standing at the wall at the end of the bed, a desk next to it with a laptop sitting, open but switched off, on its work top. There was a small flat screen television next to it. He saw a dressing table at the far end of the room too, filled to the brim with organised bottles in various colours and sizes.

By the edge of his bed, he noticed, was a man with the smoothest, almost lickable in all the senses he could decipher skin. His head was dropped to the side, facing away from him, but he couldn’t help but take in the sweet slope of his neck.

He suddenly had the urge to bite it.

The man looked so innocent sleeping there, soft skin, sleepy snores with the slightest intake of breath. He looked delectable. Who knew someone so kind looking would stoop so low as to buy a person as a pet! It shook the very foundation that made him who he was.

Quick as a cat, he vaulted up from the bed, the comfortable and warm duvet falling to his lap as he sat up. He grimaced at the dull thrumming on pain that shot through him. And his memory returned to the fucker Sendak as he had punched him in the stomach and then slung him over his shoulder.

He hadn’t wanted to be sold, but the Galran had forced him into the van with the other Galran’s being sold that day. It was so fucked up that Sendak, a Galran, would go against his own kind. Selling them to the highest bidder. Like they were a fucking toy, like they were property.

It made him sick, and he really needed to get out of here before his master woke up.

Trying to get up, however, was something else entirely. The pain only increased. He pressed his hand to it. That was when he had noticed the bandages taped to his side, along with many others that were crinkling on his chest and arms.

What the hell?

His gaze turned to the innocent – yet not so innocent – human sleeping by his side and a wild thought rushed through him. Had a human really…helped him? Had this human taken care of him?


Why had he done that? When all Kieth had ever heard from other Galran’s was how bad the humans treated them, how they were forced to do the humans bidding. To follow their rules, wear tight and restricting collars, sit on the ground when they were to eat, to listen to every word their master said, and never go against your master Keith, humans will never be kind to you.

Maybe this human was different?

Don’t lose sleep over that, he reprimanded himself. There was no such thing as a ‘kind human’, they were all out to get Galran’s, and this pretty man would be the same.

So he stood up, winching at the pinpricks of pain that were slowly heating all over his body. He stretched out, seeing just how far his body would move before it ached. He was only as good as his limits. He saw the cardboard box that held all of his information, all of the things needed for him to be a good pet.

He wanted to kick it, to tear through it, to rip it apart and set it on fire. Maybe throw it into the river and be done with it.

But then again, it didn’t matter just how far, and how hard he had tried to get away, he was right back to the very place he didn’t want to be. Owned.

What would this man be like if he stayed?

He wasn’t going to find out.

His attention turned to the pretty dark skinned man lying asleep on the ground, and for some reason his initial reaction was to wake the man up. Instead, he slid out of the bed, making sure to be slow and not aggravate his healing injuries. He shrugged off the comfortable and warm duvet and threw it lightly over the man’s body.

No point the human be cold.

While he did so, he crouched down until he was eye level with the man, and tilted his head to one side. He just watched the human breath in deeply as he slept peacefully. He had never seen a human up close.

They were strange, almost shaped eyes, thin noses, all sorts of skin colours, their ears were to the side of their heads, hair all sorts of styles and colours. They also came in all sorts of sizes, weights, heights. It was intriguing, and odd to see someone who wasn’t a shade of purple.

Keith looked to his own skin, holding it up to the human, in awe at the absolute colour change he had seen there. The man was like a burnt almond in colour, like the inside of those sweet treats the man on the other end of the cell pushed through the small bars.

Shiro would know just what to call him.

But he wondered, just why had this human taken care of him? Why had he not just left him to his own devices, forcing him to heal all on his own? Why had this human given him, a Galran, his bed? What kind of human are you?

He didn’t have to wait for an answer as the sweet coloured man started to wake up slowly. He jumped back when he saw those eyes groggily opened. Blue, like an ocean, like a storm, beautiful. Keith watched, entranced as he slowly woke up, those gorgeous eyes blinking as he tried to adjust to the sudden change of light.

“Oh, you’re awake.” The human’s smile grew, and Keith felt a growl rise to his lips. “I hope you’re feeling better.”

Keith’s eyes widened as he stumbled back, yet he didn’t reply. A growl rose from his lips, ears flattening on the top of his head. He was sounding like some sort of animal. That was not who he was.

“Where am I?” His voice was a mix of both a growl and sensuously arduous. He held his long claws before the human, holding them tensely. “Who are you?”

Lance’s eyes widened, fear filled as he stared at Keith’s claws. “My name is Lance McClain. You’re were hurt and I thought I’d help you,”

Shit, right where he didn't want to be. This was the man? Him? If he was anything like the other humans that had visited Keith, then it was better that he leave before he got in too deep. He growled louder, and Lance jumped, pressing himself into the thick mattress of bed. Keith leaned into him, making Lance lean impossibly back.

“I don’t need your help.” He looked up and saw the opened window. He stretched up, but the pain on his side prevented him from going very far.

Lance heard his wince and leaned up to help him, he pressed his hand against Keith’s chest, pushing him back as gently yet as forcefully as he could.

“Please, look, you can go whenever you want later. But right now, you’re hurt.” He pleaded, wishing he would listen.

Keith’s deep dark eyes glared intensely at Lance, but he knew he’d probably have to stay until he was better. The human did say he could leave when he wanted, and though he was sure the human only said that to placate him, he really wished it to be true.

And anyway, the slightly falling rain outside didn’t look to appealing.

“If you so much as do anything,” He threatened. Lance nodded, the fear still present in his pretty features, as he slowly pushed Keith back onto the bed. “I will not hesitate in killing you.”

“Look, just concentrate on getting better,” Lance replied quietly, pulling the duvet over his body, tucking him in.

Keith pushed him away. “Do not touch me.”

Lance felt like rolling his eyes, but he nodded, stepping away from the Galran. “Can I at least know your name?”

“Keith,” He muttered, not making eye contact with the human. Well, it wouldn’t last very long; his human would most definitely change his name to suit his lifestyle. As long as he wasn’t renamed to something stupid – like Sunshine, or Fluffy, he’d be happy.

Looking up, he saw Lance’s pretty blue eyes light up.

“That’s a good name.” Lance replied with a little hesitance, as if he didn’t know what to say.

Keith rolled his eyes, the frown on his face turned into a glare. He smirked when Lance coiled back. This human’s reactions were interesting.

Lance hesitated. “Why don’t you get some rest?”

He watched as Keith roughly pulled the duvet over the bed and lay down. He held back a wince, not wanting to show weakness. Lance took in a nervous breath, watching the Galran as he relaxed and closed his eyes.

He was scary…

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That first night had made him shudder.  

He sat on his desk, getting his latest assignment over and done with. He reached for his bag by his feet, needing the litter of notes he had left in there. Pulling the zip sideways, grimacing at his homemade hack and slash at the silver lanyard that showed he was a Member of the Galran Unity –blah, blah, blah. The fucker would not budge. 

It was weird how easy Lance found himself working around a healing Galran. 

He had thought it was going to be all sorts of awkward, and scary – well, okay, Keith had this weird way he'd look at Lance, his yellow eyes narrowed and looking like he was either going to maim him with those claws or roll over and show his stomach like a house cat wanting to be petted. 


But, Lance had gotten used to it almost too easily. 

Keith was actually quite independent, more so than he had expected him to be. He did everything by himself, and thought Lance wanted to help him, he was injured after all. 

Looking back, he saw the pretty Galran sleeping on his bed. He was in no way peaceful in his rest, he was fidgeting and moving, fingers itching and moving to his neck – which was odd on its own. When Lance had first watched him do that, scratching and pressing at his neck when he was sleeping, Lance had thought he was trying to get something off his neck. But after closer inspection, he saw that Keith was actually trying to circle his hands around his neck, as if he wanted something there. 

Worried for his safety, Lance had shaken Keith awake, wanting to know what was happening. Why was Keith acting like that? Had those sick people forced him to act this way? Was this something he needed? Was he feeling sick? Infected? What? 

But Keith's eyes had been narrow once again, completely yellowed out, long bat like ears pricked back in anger at being woken up. He grumbled another 'don't touch me' and turned over, facing away from Lance. The Cuban winced when Keith moaned at the pain on his side, but the Galran didn't move back, content to be a stubborn asshole and not let Lance help him. 

Maybe there was something Lance had been missing. He didn't know a lick of anything when it came to Galran's after all. 

When he spoke to Hunk and Pidge, they had shown similar concern, but Pidge had told him to check the box that came with the Galran. Eager to do so straight away, Lance had made his way back to his room, and ripped into the box. Inside were an assortment of silver steel boxes and packets and all sorts of things.  

He pulled everything out and placed it in a neat semicircle in front of him. There were medicines in one large box, all labelled for different things, utensils and cutlery in another box – with a dog bowl, which was all kinds of horrific –, toiletries and a grooming kit in another box (thick brushes and lotions and all sorts of sweet smelling things). And one entire box just stating the words 'Tail'. Reaching for it, he pulled it open and saw a pretty weird looking silver brush. It was small enough to fit in his hands (pocket size, he noted), flat on one end but had a small pointed circle at the tip. 

Looking up to the sleeping Galran, he spotted the tip of Keith's tail poking out from the corner of the sheets, it was moving this way and that in his sleep, curling around as if it had a life of its own. 

Lance was intrigued, but he kept that to one side, and reached for another silver box. Pulling it open, he took a quick look inside. There were a few things inside, a thick black rope that was tied in loops, alongside a few other things, there were bracelets, long feathers and thin leathery strips attached to a stick, like a feather duster.  

There was a smaller box inside it, marked 'Master'. Lance reached for it and snapped it open. Inside there was a thick plastic, transparent white ring with a rubber like bulbous mass in the middle, it was the size of his fist. He picked up the ring and saw it was stretchy and soft, almost silky to the touch. Huh, wonder what that was for? 

He placed it back inside the box and reached for the thick, pen like thing next to it, it was black, just like the rest of the things in the box. Galran's were weird, he thought to himself as he looked at the black thing, turning it in his hands, he noticed it felt just as silky and soft as the ring had. But it was a solid structure. Turning it, he saw there was a small button at the bottom. Curiosity getting the better of him, he pressed the button and the black thing came to life, buzzing and vibrating in his hands madly. 

Lance's eyes widened as he recognised what all of this actually was. 

What the fuck where they doing putting sex toys in this box? 

He threw everything into the box and promptly closed it. Pushing it back with his feet, it slid across the floor and thudded against the wall. 

Was this what they meant about a platinum Galran ? 

Lance shook his head and tentatively reached for the next box. Nothing would be worse than that, now would it? They'd already given him sex toys to play with his Galran – not that he ever would, because he didn't even know Keith, and he had no intention of letting Keith stay, especially when he knew Keith would leave as soon as he got better. 

The weird bulbous ring made him wonder just what it was though.

Shaking his head, he picked at the other silver box, it was a square, and fit in his lap easily. He slowly pulled it open but saw it wouldn't budge. Lifting the box, he saw there was a small black square, like a thumb print. He placed his thumb on it, and heard a beep, followed by a click. The box popped open.  

Eager to see what was inside, after all, if they didn't lock the sex toys, what was in here that needed to be locked up. Still a little weary, however, he pulled the lid up slowly and saw two thin, black circles sitting on a bed of soft silk, one as large as the box, and another just a little smaller in diameter.  

He reached for the smaller black circle, feeling it heat up in his touch, until it was a pleasant, almost missable warmth. It beeped in his hand, shuddering a little, and Lance almost dropped it.  

It cracked cleanly on one side, and split open into a wide arch. Lance gazed at it, holding it up and wondering just what this was. He pressed it, and it was malleable and pulsed like a heartbeat under his touch, closing slowly until the crack pressed together seamlessly.  


He pressed against the metal like ring again, and it opened up easily in his hands. Curiosity bound, he wrapped it around his wrist, closing it onto his skin. It closed, the crack seamless once again. But then it moved, tightening until it melded with his wrist, like a black tattoo around his wrist. 

Wait...what the fuck. 

He reached for it, pressing his hand onto the black bracelet, but it felt just like his hand. Grasping at straws, he circled his fingers around the bracelet, until he felt it pulse just by his own pulse point. It loosened up but didn't budge. Instead a small screen lit up on the back on his hand. Turning his hand, he saw the words blaring at him, making all the colour drain from his face.  

'Place collar on Galran' 

...he knew what this was. 

It was a collar. 

And this bracelet was his lead. 

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Where are you? 

"I'll find you!" 

Keith woke up with a start. 

His head felt all kinds of crap and he just couldn’t make sense of anything around him. He felt dizzy, head aching, eyes watery and more yellow than usual, his heart beat was jackrabbiting in his chest, and a fresh sheen of sweat coated his skin. 


His hand instinctively reached for his pocket, and he almost let out an anguished cry when he found it was empty. Where was it? Where did it go? He knew he had it with him when the asshole Galran commander had taken him and thrown him into the back of the truck. He had checked constantly after that too. And he knew it was there when he had screamed, kicked, bit and thrown himself out of the truck at the earliest opportunity. He had felt it dig into his skin when he had been pushed down onto the ground, forced back into his cuffs and knocked out. 

But wasn't anywhere to be seen. Shit, shit,  shit,  shit. He had to find it. He had to get it back. Where was it?

Get out of here. The human is here, somewhere.  

My name is Lance McClain.  

He will want everything from you,  

You were hurt...I thought I'd help you 

He will beat you if you deny him,  

You can go wherever you want, later 

He will hurt you of you disagree,  

You're hurt.  

He will force you if you say no.  

Just concentrate on getting better. 

He will kill you without a care. 

My name is Lance McClain 

Would he? This Lance McClain had been nothing but courteous and kind. He had cared for him, given him food, shelter, medicine. He hadn't questioned him, he hadn't poked and prodded at him, he had just been there for him. 

This was weird. 

His side was still throbbing, having been thrown onto the ground by that asshole. He had expected Lance McClain to give him back, being all battered and bruised like that. He had heard so many stories of humans expecting Galran's to be perfect, purple skinned pets. Property, that even if one small part of them was marred or wrong, they'd be sent back. 

Those who were sent back never saw the light of day again. 

It was why the Galran's who were out there, forced to be pets for their masters, stayed. No one wanted to come back and be beaten to death for being 'wrong'. 

Keith knew he was wrong from the beginning. He was shorter, and slimmer than his brother and sister kin, he also had a mouth on him that caught him out to be beaten daily. But he was the 'compact and cute Galran you can take with you everywhere'. He scoffed. His less imposing stature and structure allowed him to be the best fucking pet. 

He lay back on the bed, wincing as he aggravated his side. It wasn't too bad. Just a few more hours of rest, and he'd be out of here. 

That was when he felt it. The slight pulsing thud, thud, thud of a heartbeat in the back of his mind. Not just any heart beat however... Lance McClain's heartbeat. 

He had put on the lead. 

Fuck. Keith grimaced, feeling the urgent need for a collar. He could feel Lance's heart beat like a distant drumming in his head .and he wanted. 

Stay with Lance. He is good. He will be better than the other masters out there. Keith didn't want to go back to the auction house. He didn't want to be beaten for being wrong. 

Lane could be good. 

His throat constricted, and he pressed his hands around it, wrapping his grip around it as best as he could. Fuck this shit. He growled. This wasn't right, this wasn't, this was him, he couldn't lie to himself. He wanted this. He had smelled the alluring scent of his master, wanted to bury his face in Lance's neck and just take in that scent until it wrapped all around him.

Who knew there was such a thing as love at first scent. He had wanted Lance's collar around his throat. Keeping him steady. Keeping him sane.

He wanted out of the auction house, and he wanted to be loved, cared for. He wanted Lance. And that frightened him.

Shiro had told him...he had told him there were people out there. People who would care for him. Who would love him. Shiro's master was a nice woman, she was tall, regal and beautiful – at least that was what Shiro had told him on their daily phone and texts. She wasn't like the others, she was...nice, she was a good human. 

Just like his master.  

He wanted that, but could he have that with Lance McClain.  

His master looked like a child, maybe even the same age as he was. Could he...could they really? Was it...was it possible? 

Shaking his head, he looked up out of the window, wishing he could go out there and be free. But he didn't want to think about that now. He'd only be allowed outside if his master allowed him.

The small digital clock on the bedside table was shining a translucent red against the dim setting sun. He spied the light on in the living area – he was closed off by a partitioning wall, giving him his privacy. But he could see, he could smell his master. His...saviour was sitting on the spinning chair by a desk, head held back and throwing a ball of paper into the air. He'd catch it, muttering to himself, before throwing it up in the air again.  

Keith watched the paper ball with earnest. 

Get it… 

Instincts getting the better of him, he leaped from the bed, passing the partitioning and slammed into the chair, in hopes to get the white ball of paper. Lance fell back onto the ground with a yelp. Keith shifted his weight, catching the ball in his grasp showing a subtle proving of his dominance. Lance arched up into him, avoiding the sudden pain and pressing himself up into Keith's body.  

The carnal scent of his fragrance enveloped Keith, filled him. Consumed him. 

Lance moaned. 

Oh. That was a nice sound. 

Keith paused. The sudden pain returning to the forefront of his mind, lacerating into his head. He let out a silent whimper and tensed as Lance moaned once again. He took in deep breaths to try and calm the thumping pain on his side, his eyes opened wide. 

“Wha…? Keith? Are you okay?" 

Ohh …sweet… 

Lance smelled ethereal. There was that enchanting scent again. It was so wondrous, captivating…delicious. 

Gently he moved in, inch by inch, to give the human ample time to stop him if he wished. When their lips pressed together, barely a butterfly's wing of a touch, they both moaned softly. Keith snaked an arm around Lance's waist, drew him up and in to his body until their chests pressed tightly together. 

Lance was lost in the sensation of the thrilling kiss. He tilted his head so his lips pressed more firmly against Keith's, a heated fusion that should have set them both alight. Keith's lips were so soft Lance wanted to lick them and then gently bite down on them. Their mouths pressed together a little harder now, lost in this headiness. Needing, wanting, they were drawn to one another like it was something out of a movie, swell of music, fanfare, and that all important kiss that made his knees weaken and his heart jackrabbit in his chest. Lance didn't care what was happening, his thoughts too preoccupied with the taste, the scent, the feel of this man kissing him, of this beautiful Galran with the most expressive eyes. He opened his mouth a little, forcing Keith's to part willingly, pressing his tongue in questioningly. He moaned when Keith reciprocated in kind, feeling his larger hand cup his hips, gripping and massaging him until he was nothing but a pile of mush. 

Their tongues fought, quick and eager to score points in a fight neither could lose. When Keith bit down gently on Lance's lower lip, Lance moaned, shocked to feel himself tremble slightly at the passion this man could so easily rouse in him. 

They shouldn't be doing this...he knew that. But it was as if an invisible force was forcing them together, wrapping them up in this secret, silent place where it was just them. No pretense, nothing but their salacious passion. 

Lance moaned again as Keith's fingers touched warm, finding soft and warm skin. He reached up, feeling as much of the Galran as he could. Keith's stomach was flat and hard and Lance desperately wanted to bend down and run his tongue over the smooth expanse of flesh. 

Instead, he moved his hands upward, reveling in the feel of Keith's chest. 

Maybe it was the sex toys he had seen, or maybe it was because Keith pushed every single button that made Lance instantly fall in crush with him, made him pant with want and need. 

As his fingers traced the warmth of Keith's back, chest and stomach, they kissed hotly one last time. Their tongues fought, and Lance gasped as Keith gently nipped down again on his lower lip. Lance had never wanted any man as much as he wanted this one right here and now. 

Finally, Keith pulled away gently then pressed both of their foreheads together as they panted to catch their breaths. Both coming to terms at the sudden change in their relationship, however short it was.  

He groaned and tensed his muscles again. "Master...hurts," 

“I don’t know if this is pleasure or torture,” Lance finally said weakly. He carefully pushed Keith off him, careful of his aggravated injuries. 

Keith eyes were wide, yellowing in the corners, his ears perked up, mouth bruised with kisses, breathless. He reached for Lances hand, pressing his hot lips onto the black band on his wrist. His eyes were half lidded, filled with something that made Lance's cock twitch with interest. 

"Collar me, master,"


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Was Lance dreaming?

That had to be it. Maybe he had fallen asleep on his desk, bored out of his mind as he worked through his AP assignments. Or maybe, maybe he had been dumb enough and leaned his chair back far enough that the had fallen onto the ground and slammed his head on the carpet. Maybe he was laying on his floor, blood pooling around him and seeping into the carpet.

Yeah, that explained his current experience much better than thinking this was really happening.

The idea of a gorgeous purple skinned man jumping on top of him and basically taking his breath away in the most hottest of kisses he had ever experienced, and then continuing to rub his slightly smaller – but not at all skinnier, this alien was buff and firm in all the right places, and it was making his little Cuban heart pound so hard he was sure it would come out from his chest like that creepy xenomorph baby from Alien – it was...alarming.

Well, it should have been alarming.

Especially with the way those eyes were staring down at him, the all encompassing violent yellow penetrating into his human blue with such an intensity that it made Lance want to wilt and allow this gorgeous alien to continue doing anything he wanted.

“Collar me, master.”

Except that.

“I...I'm not...” Lance stumbled on his words, the scent of this beautiful – look, he wasn't going to deny his immediate attraction to this absolutely gorgeous man laying on him, especially with the way he was grinding into him, in an attempt to urge him to listen. Little Lance was eager for more, though he reprimanded himself for that.

Stop thinking with your dick, Lance.


It was so weird seeing those single coloured eyes half-lidded, the yellow still as stark, cheeks tinged a little pink, open-mouthed gasps escaping his lips.


“I don't know how,” he answered truthfully.

This...this … shit , Keith. He was a Galran. He could just as easily kill him. And with the way he had come here, beaten bloody and blue, Lance wouldn't be surprised if he was thinking of doing so.

This Keith should not be making him feel like this. Lance was supposed to tell him that he was going to be free. That he had no intentions of keeping him – though, not unless Keith didn't want to, his mind wilfully added. No. Shut up. – he was supposed to tell Keith to leave.

“Collar me,”

There, he said it again, and once again Lance was floored.

Keith sat up a little, arching his head back to show his throat. And for some unfathomable reason, Lance was desperate to reach up and lick that smooth purple skin.

Ah crap.

He nodded his head onto the silver box next to the table. Lance's cheeks burst a bright pink at the reminder of the...the...toy box. He really didn't want to know just what Keith expected him to do. Keith looked a little put off, and with a long sigh, he rolled his eyes down to Lance's wrist, where the black bracelet was sitting, pressed against his skin like a slightly raised tattoo.

Oh...okay, was that his collar?

Lance had seen a few Galran's with different coloured collars around their necks. Maybe the platinum one wore it around their wrists. With that in mind, he reached for it, attempting to pull it off. But it didn't budge. In fact, it let out the same light and created the screen that showed the same words as it had before. 'Place collar on Galran'.

Okay, so maybe that wasn't his collar. The Galran growled low, which should not have made Lance's pulse skyrocket, or his dick twitch with interest. He dropped back down onto Lance, hands slapping the carpet on either side of Lance's face.

Shocked, Lance looked up to those eyes, and his own eyes widened at what he uttered; “Will you fucking collar me already?” he really needed it. He had been pressing against his neck and throat ever since he had come here. Maybe he needed the collar on him. Maybe Keith expected the press of the collar against his throat to feel normal.

The way he was looking now, aggravated and all sorts of hot...blooded (yeah, he meant hot blooded...shut up!) made Lance nod, without really thinking of the repercussions of what he was doing. He pushed Keith off him, and reached for the box, dragging it over to them. He watched Keith's eye shoot up in glee when he saw the silver master box, and when Lance pressed his fingers to the small scanner, the Galran actually had to hide a gasp of excitement.


The case popped open, showing the large circular ring – the collar. Lance reached for it, and he heard it beep in his hands. The sudden sound almost shocked him enough to drop it, but he held it tighter in his grasp.

Okay...he could do this. He looked up to see Keith baring his throat to him, and whimpered again. He didn't know what it was that suddenly made him want to do things with this purple skinned alien. He blamed it on the dim lamplight, the scent and heat surrounding them both.

Collaring a Galran...what's the worse that could happen?

With a brave breath, he raised up onto his knees, so he was all the more closer to the patiently waiting Galran, and pressed at the collar until he found that clasp that would pull it open. Just like his bracelet, the collar arched open. Cracking almost in half, as he slowly pulled it open wide enough to clasp around Keith's neck.

“Say the words,” Keith muttered, eyes half lidded and looking down at him. Though Lance couldn't really tell, he knew they were filled with impatience, with heat.

Words...what words?

“Idiot, don't you know anything?” Keith growled, his throat quivering as he spoke, “Say your name and then your preferred name for me and that you're about to collar me,”

Lance narrowed his gaze. So what if he didn't know what this gorgeous asshole expected from him. It wasn't like he wanted a pet. Though he had bought him. But that...that was...he wasn't.


“I, Lance McClain,” he started, sucking in a breath at just how dumb he sounded. He would have thought this should be something more intimate, like a proposal or something. Not...not like this. “Take you...Keith—do you have a last name?” – Lance added with a whisper, when Keith narrowed his gaze, Lance sighed. “Take you be my...friend –“ Keith gave him another look, mouthing the word 'friend' as if it had disgusted him.“I I collar you as....mine.

He closed the clasp of the cool collar around Keith's hot neck, watching as it closed and the collar lost its seam. Keith let out a breath, and gave Lance as small smile.

Holy...crap...his smile was...something else. Lance wanted to see more of that pretty smile. He didn't think Keith did that a lot. He had a sudden feeling of everything working out well from them both. Maybe, along the way, they could be friends.

“Alright, master,” Keith said, pressing a hand to the black collar, running his fingers over the smoothness. “Should we have sex now?”

Well...he spoke too soon.

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Finally...finally, he was free. After all these years of being stuck in that cage, after all the time he had spent hungry, injured, alone. He was finally free from the wretched chains he called life holding him back.

He'd have never thought the feel of his owner's collar around his neck would feel so good. But it was there, warm to the touch – not cold like his fellow prisoners had constantly told him – and vibrating almost pleasantly under his throat. It wasn't tight either, nor did it cut off any chance of him speaking or breathing. He had heard so many stories about owners who tightened their pets throats until there was a line of blood seeping out, deep marks and cuts so raw it hurt to move, to talk, to breathe.

This collar...well, he could almost forget it was there, it was so loose. The leash and collar had sparked up many feelings of good human. It exuded just who and what his master was, this collar made him feel good. He felt the leash tug a little on his throat. Though it wasn't visible, it wasn't intended by his master to be a short one, it was long, roping around them multiple times before it reached the bracelet around his masters wrist. It proved to Keith that his master was a lenient and good human.

This long leash to his master, it made him free from the Auction House. Free from Zarkon and the others who forced him to fight because of what he was, forced him to kill because he was different.

He was happy here. With this Lance who had cared for him, made him feel better, helped him in his injuries, fed him and then freed him. Keith had scented the sweet and warm cloud that surrounded this human, this Lance McClain, and he had sensed no ill intent from the man – though it was still too early to say or do anything about that. He had bought a platinum Galran, a sex toy basically.

This human, this Lance, had looked flabbergasted through everything. It was surprising to see a human who had bought a Galran not knowing about the ritual, about the phrases and the words. Or even about how to put the collar on. Why had he even bought him?

Galran's were a popular fad nowadays, this human would not have thrown out so much money for something he didn't know anything about. Looking around the room, Keith could tell this man wasn't well off at all. So, why?

The words he had used to solidify their bond, the way he had said it, it sounded like a vow. Like a marriage. And it was so much more interesting thing to witness than hearing stories about how other human's did it. Where they didn't care, or put any thought to it. Lance's dark skin had been slick with a sheen of anxious sweat, body vibrating with his skittish nerves, cheek bursting a bright pink, and his eyes...well, there was something about those eyes that had drawn Keith in like a moth to a flame.

They were so blue.

At least his master was attractive.

He probably wanted Keith. He could tell, in fact, he could smell it on the pretty human. He had bought a platinum Galran after all.

Keith scoffed at that. He had obviously pissed of that asshole Sendak one too many times enough to be changed ranks to platinum. No one could afford a platinum Galran, which meant he would be stuck in that godforsaken Auction House until he died. The information those assholes at the stores told buyers about their kind. Platinum's needed extra love and attention, they were a 24/7 job. No one could afford a platinum Galran and their upkeep. It was why he was the only platinum Galran out there. Sendak was a fucking douche.

Which was why it was so surprising when the assholes from the store came to his cage, pulled it open and yanked him out, telling him he had been sold. Sold? Who in their right mind brought a fucking platinum pet. He had thought it would be some rich, sadistic douche bag who would bark orders, and demand sex all the time.

He hadn't expected Lance.

The look on Sendak's face when he had stamped his owner lease with that thick red ink pad, giving him a look of shock and disgust, it had been enough to change his perception of the idea of being sold. And the kind and caring human who had looked after him and freed him only solidified that fact. night with this human would be enough for him.

It would be enough to give the human what he wanted, what he bought Keith for , and then Keith could ask if he could leave, or if he could go outside and explore the world – something he had only heard stories about. He needed to find Shiro, too. Shiro would know what to do. Shiro would help him, he'd protect him.

But Keith had never...he'd...okay, so he was still a virgin, but he knew what to...okay, so he didn't exactly know what to do. But this human might. Of course he would, someone as pretty as this Lance McClain probably had men and women lining up to fuck him. And Keith's heart just had to line up alongside it. Urgh.

“I...I don't...” Lance was still being flustered. “You want me to have sex with you?”

Didn't he understand just how cute he was acting right now? It wasn't helping Keith out any, in fact it only made the Galran was to lean into him and have his master scratch his ears. It made Keith want to roll over and have Lance rub his belly. He was a pathetic Galran...and he knew he couldn't blame just his instincts here. He had a crush on his master. Just great.

“I think we should get to know one another first,” Lance continued, pushing Keith away from over him. Keith's eyebrow raised high into his hair line. What the fuck? So the human didn't want to have sex with him?

“Why did you buy me then?”

Lance looked sheepish, eyes darting away. “ free you?”

Huh ...honesty. Well, he deserved honesty back, didn't he. “You've already freed me, master,”

Lance pushed him back, scrabbling his legs from under the Galran's body, and he didn't stop until his back hit the table. “Stop, just stop with the master stuff,

Keith took a breath, trying to turn his body a certain way, he arched his back, his tail circling around him, his knees spread apart, hoping he looked sultry. “What would you like me to call you then?”

Lance's cheeks burst a bright pink, and he knew he had done something right. Either that, or this human was easy. “Lance, call me Lance.”

“I'd really like to have sex with you, Lance,” Keith said with a slight pink bursting on his cheeks, he was still a virgin, sometimes humans preferred virgins, sometimes they preferred Galran's who knew what they were doing.

Lance's eyes widened, and he scrabbled back all the more. Keith had expected Lance to come towards him, expected Lance to jump on him and take him without asking for his consent.

He didn't expect Lance to scream the name; “Shiro!”


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Keith's eyes widened, and his heartbeat started thudding for a completely different reason than the pretty human between his legs. He couldn't have heard that right. Maybe...maybe he had hit his head or something? Maybe the collar was making him think odd things, maybe he was hallucinating.

There was no way.

Had Lance just called out the name Shiro?

Keith bolted back, slamming against the side of the bed. He...this couldn't be real. Lance watched him, with a look of confusion on that pretty face. Keith wanted to soothe him, his instincts for his new master making him want to help his master – well, he knew it wasn't only just his Galran instincts making him think like that. But instead, Keith's heart beat skyrocketed, his breathing came out in raspy gasps. How was this even possible? It couldn't be the same Shiro he knew.

Could it?

He hadn't seen Shiro for years now, ever since he had witnessed Shiro being taken from the arena by that asshole Sendak. Shiro had been bloodied and bruised, yelling Keith's name through the crowd, telling him not to worry, that he'd be okay where he was going, that he'd come back. Keith had believed him then, he had to. And he still believed him now. Even though it had been years. Shiro was his only hope against the deceit of the Galran's working under Zarkon. Shiro would bring him out of the destruction, and save him from the pointless and hopelessness that was his life. Shiro had promised.

Yet he couldn't help but think. It had been years. Years. And Keith hadn't even heard a word about Shiro's attempt to rescue him from the house. He only had his phone calls, one a week, and Shiro always ended it the same way; 'give me time, I will save you,'.

And Keith had believed him. He will always believe him. Whatever Shiro must have been doing, why it took so long, why he was here right now. Why Keith had been stuck in that auction house for such a long time after Shiro had left. Why he had been tortured, and abused by the other Galran's. It must have made some sort of sense. There must have been a reason.

Keith's hand instinctively reached for his shirt pocket, grimacing when he felt it was still empty. He didn't know where he could have lost it. He had to find it. What would Shiro say if he never found it again?

He heard the tell tale sign of heavy footprints – quite a few of them actually – thudding up the stairs outside his masters room. Danger? Lance had only called for one, why were there so many coming? His gaze went immediately to the door itself, yellow eyes narrowing, and he leaned forward into a hard stance, crouching down low, hands in fists, pressed to the ground, his long tail curled on the floor around him. His ears perked up, and his face was set in a growl.

He waited.

The doors burst open and he leaped into the air.

If it wasn't for Lance's hard body barrelling into his side and knocking them both onto the ground, he'd have gotten his prey. What the hell was Lance doing? There was danger coming, wasn't there? It was his job to protect his mater, wasn't it? He growled again, eager to push Lance's body from him. But the larger man wouldn't budge. Instead, he pressed down onto Keith, straddling his legs on either side of the Galran.

“Kitty, heel,” Lance commanded, looking down to him.

Keith harrumphed, rolling his eyes. He wasn't a kitten. But having Lance on top of him like this, eh he'd let this one slide. He looked up to the others who had entered the room. There was a small, big eyed one in the front, a massive and muscular dark skinned man next to her. A pretty, tall dark skinned woman was behind them, her white hair tied up in a bun on her head. And next to her.


Shiro. That was...that was Shiro. His hair was shorter now, neater too, but he still had the tuft of white in his hair. He looked much more well loved here, his skin was vibrant, and his body was much more bulky and strong looking than it had been in the arena. Shiro was no longer the lithe, weakened and bruised, yet extremely strong man Keith remembered him being. He looked better, stronger, faster. He looked happy. 

“Keith...” Shiro breathed, speaking slow, as if he were astonished. Keith could attest to that. He too was astonished on seeing him here. But Shiro was here. He had been here, all along. Why hadn't Shiro come for him? Shiro reached out to him, wanting to touch him, but he suddenly held his hand back, dropping it to his side.

“You know him?” Lance asked, sitting up on Keith. His cheeks tinged a little pink when he realised just where he was sitting, and that everyone was looking at him and his... his....Keith. He slowly got up, taking a moment to recentre himself from everything that was happening. Standing up, he felt a little more in control now. It allowed him to see everything that was happening, Hunk stood there, eyeing him and Keith, holding his hands to his front, as if he were protecting himself. Pidge was leaning a little closer, gazing at Keith as if he were her next experiment.

But it was Shiro who surprised him. Shiro took a small step forward, coming through the others that were before him. Lance saw his gaze darting to Allura for a moment. His did too, so he saw her barely there nod to Shiro. Whatever for, Lance didn't know, but there was definitely something going on here, more so than what he initially thought.

“Y-yeah, I know him.” he spoke monotonously, as if his mind was far away. Lance wanted to shake him out of it, so they could talk, so Shiro could stop being so cryptic and explain what was happening. He looked weird like this, he looked as if all of his demons were floating before him, taunting him. Shiro took a good look at Keith, taking in everything, from the soles of his feet to the tips of his cat like ears.

He wasn't hesitating, not the least. He knew the Galran. And Lance wanted to know how.

“Keith's my...” Shiro paused, dropping down to his knees, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He reached for Keith, slowly and hesitantly running a hand through Keith's long hair, down to the back of his head, holding him steady, before pulling the Galran into a hug.

"He's my brother,”


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What the ever loving fuck was happening?

It was safe to say that Shiro needed a moment to really think about what the fuck was happening around him right now. Not only had he finally, finally, found his little brother after all these months of trying to free him – though he was already feeling so much guilt for having taken a short break in between his research, trying to figure out his own budding relationship with his owner and master Allura, and that had taken up so much more time than he had wanted to admit – how could it not, she was beauty and grace all wrapped up in the most gorgeous body he had ever seen. And his Gold instincts had made for him to want to be around her as much as he could.

She gave him a home, food and so much love, he didn't think he deserved any of it, but she was there, with that beautiful smile and those killer legs.

But that story was for another time.

His brother, his baby brother, was here, in front of him, looking at him with such love and adoration, one that only a younger brother could give to his older brother after such a long time apart. It made Shiro's heart ache madly in his chest, his chest constricted, feeling tight. His poor Keith. And then his heart cracked, because he knew just what this meant. Looking around, he saw the large box in the corner of the room, the name of the store and the silver band around the top, showcasing just what level and grade the pet was. Many things had been jostled inside the box from when it most likely had been kicked to the side – which was such a Lance thing to do – he spied the silver boxes, knowing only Platinum pets had that. And then his gaze roved over to the black collar around Keith's neck. It was loose, which he was thankful for, and he knew that Lance wouldn't have made the leash so small, so short. 

He looked like he was able to breathe, he looked like the metal wasn't cutting into him, or shocking him, it was a good feeling for Keith, otherwise he'd be trying to do everything he could to take it off. Shiro knew Lance wouldn't have put the collar on Keith, he just wasn't that kind of a kid, so that meant Keith wanted it. And that meant Keith had been forced to his instincts.

That old hag Haggar must have infected him.

Keith...his poor little Keith...he was a platinum pet.

“This can't be possible.” Shiro murmured, reaching out to touch the thin black band circling Keith's throat. Because he would not believe for even one second Keith had asked for this. No one asked to be a platinum pet, no one asked for the pain that came with being platinum, no one wanted the sheer instinctual need to be with their master, to touch them, to feel them, to press into them, all the time. Otherwise they'd pine away and die.

Oh god!

He had heard so many awful stories, had met with many, many, many Gold pets, to know what it was like to go Platinum. All of the Gold ranked Galran's had done everything they could to not be a platinum pet, they acted so very obediently, did everything they could to stay with their current owners or masters. To return back from an owner, to be defective, to feral...there was a reason why a Platinum Pet was so expensive.

And Keith...poor Keith was one.

He watched the tears sting Keith's yellow eyes, his ears dropping down low onto his hair with his forlorn expression. With a blink, the tears dropped down in thin tracks along his cheeks, curing his chin and dripping down onto his palm. “I'm sorry,” he breathed out, sucking in harrowed and shaking breaths. “I'm so sorry,”

Shiro pulled him in for another hug, shushing him. No, there was no need for him to be sorry. He hadn't done anything wrong. Shiro patted Keith's hair, remembering the feel of them from those nights they spent together, talking about their future, of what they wanted and expected from the world. Of a day when Galran's could walk around without the leash of their owners around their necks. Shiro revelled in the scent of his brother. Familiarity is what they desperately need right now, and he was adamant to give it all to his brother.

“It wasn't your fault,” Shiro murmured into his hair, spying the bruises and contusions on his visible skin. His blood boiled at that, because he saw just how many bandages and plasters were wrapped around him too. Sendak was going to pay. God, how long had it been?

“Uhh...mind telling us what's going on?” Lance's voice interrupted them, and Shiro felt Keith stiffen a little in his arms, his long tail swishing along the carpet to reach out for Lance's ankle, wanting to wrap around it and steady himself to his owner.

Platinum pet. Oh god, what had he done? Why hadn't he found Keith sooner?

“Like he said,” Keith answered, peeling away from his big brother. He wiped away his tears, sucking in a brave breath. He looked up to Lance, his yellow eyes softening a little when they bore into the blue. “Shiro's my brother,"

Hunk piped up, shuddering a little in his spot behind them. “Shiro's a Galran?”

“No...” Shiro answered, getting up from his position. “It's a little more complicated than that,”

“No it isn't,” Keith replied vehemently. “Shiro adopted me,”

“As his brother?” Pidge asked, straightening her glasses, taking in the new information.

Keith nodded. This was not a hard thing to grasp. Wait...oh no, did they know Shiro had been in the Auction House with him? He peered up at Shiro and saw his sheepish expression, and he knew he had let the cat out of the bag. Thankfully, Shiro changed the topic. He raised his arm up to the pretty dark skinned woman who was standing there, silently, behind everyone.

“This is Allura,” he introduced, placing a hand on Keith's back and pushing him forward to the tall woman.

Keith shuddered, he knew that name. Allura was Shiro's owner. She was the beautiful, kind and considerate woman Shiro had been telling her about all those times whenever they spoke to one another. But she had a scowl on her face. Oh no, she hated him.

“I can't believe this,” she answered, her accent so pure, and so different from the others. She reached for Keith then, pulling him into a hug. “How could they do such abhorrent things to you,”

“I'm fine,” Keith's reply was muffled by her ample chest, he almost felt like he was suffocating with how tight she was hugging him.

She pulled back, looking him square in the eyes. “You are safe here, Keith,”

Keith nodded. He took a look around to the others, and he honestly did feel like he was safe. Safe from the tyranny, safe from the slavery, safe from Zarkon. He was here, he was safe, and he was loved.


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Keith, Keith, Keith.

Oh, there was something so much more to Keith than just him being a Galran Platinum Pet. Lance hadn't expected Shiro to know Keith, let alone be related to the purple tinged alien he owned – which fuck, now with the collar and lead, Lance actually, officially owned Keith now. He wasn't sure he was happy about that – it was all sorts of wrong.

He watched Keith intently as he spoke to Shiro, about their relationship, of what had happened when Shiro had been gone. It sparked up thousands of questions in Lance's mind. The first and most prominent being 'Shiro was Galran too?' But that couldn't be right, Shiro was human...wasn't he? He surely looked human, pale skin, dark hair – with that white tuft at the front which, yeah Lance really kind of thought it made Shiro look all the more alluring – and the massive body.

But...he couldn't be a Galran. First of all, they were purple. Tall, long tailed, cat eared and vicious. However, Keith was not tall, he did have a long tail, with Lance noted was still wrapped in a wide circle around his legs, however he did have fluffy cat ears and he had been vicious. But he had been injured. Remembering the injury, Lance gazed down to his... pet... and saw Keith was holding onto his side, the injured side, and was gasping a little as he spoke. Now, Lance believed reunions were important, and that he shouldn't stop this one, especially with how soothing it looked. But Keith was in pain, and Lance didn't want to see Keith in pain.

Whaaat...? He can't take care of his ...Keith?

Can we move this to the bed?” Lance asked, motioning to Keith. “He...uh...he might exacerbate his injuries more,”

Pidge muttered something under her breath about a four syllable word, or something, but he paid no heed to her. He instead helped Keith up and slowly, with the help of Shiro and Hunk, placed him carefully on the bed.

What did Sendak do to you?” Shiro asked, lifting Keith's shirt up to see the bandaged body underneath.

Keith shook his head. “Not Sendak, Haggar,”

Well, Lance had never seen Shiro angry, hell nobody had. He wasn't that kind of person. But right now, Shiro looked pissed. He looked so angry, that it made Lance shudder and take a step back away from the man. His arms were crossed over his chest, his eyes were narrow, his lips thin and there was a distinctly low growl rumbling in his throat. Well, d amn .. that was very Galra like.

Keith reached a hand up and placed it on Shiro's arm. “It's alright, she didn't get very far, I was bought before she could do anything bad,”

Shiro's arms fell to the side, and he dropped down to his knees once again, reaching out for his younger brother and wrapping his arms around Keith's waist, holding him close and muttering words under his breath, words that Lance couldn't make out. Keith patted him lightly on his head, looking up at Lance. As if Lance knew what to do. He had no idea what was going on. Just that both Keith and Shiro needed this closeness right now.

And in that moment, Lance was thankful he had purchased Keith. Who knew what could have happened to either of them if he hadn't gone to the Galran Store that day.

I think we should let Keith rest now,” Allura's voice cut through the air. “He'll be here in the morning, Shiro.”

Shiro nodded, sliding his arms from around Keith and getting up. He took another long look at Keith, nodding to him, telling him that he was safe now. They they were never going to be separated now. And followed Allura and the others out of Lance's room. Lance sat down on the bed next to Keith, both of them staring at the now closed door. He didn't know what to say, or what to do. What did one do after something like that?

Thank you,” Keith's voice was low, his shoulders shaking a little too. Was he crying? “If it weren't for you—”

Don't thank me, Keith.” Lance replied, looking down to his lap, wringing his fingers together nervously. “I still bought you, I still...own you.” he heard Keith suck in a breath, so he quickly added, confessing his reasoning. “Look, I don't want to do anything you don't want to do. Gotta say the kiss was fantastic, but I don't expect it again. In fact, once you're all healed and better, you can go wherever you want. The collar can stay to keep you out of the stores, but I won't expect anything, you're free Keith,”

Keith took a moment to process everything Lance was saying. It all sounded too good to be true. And honestly, if he wasn't in pain, he'd have gotten up, said his thanks, and had left. But his mission had been to find Shiro, and he had.

Shiro was here. So...where did they go from here?

Instead, he turned to Lance, reaching for his twisting fingers, and placed them on his own lap. His tail spun around and wrapped in a large circle on the bed around them. His tail had the same idea he had in his head. He didn't want to leave Lance. He liked what Lance had here. This was a weird, kinda awkward family. He could sense that. As soon as Lance had called in fear, they had all come running, they had all listened when Lance said he wasn't a monster, they had let Keith do whatever he wanted, they had...they had treated him like a person. Not like a pet. Lance was...

...Lance was more than just an owner to Keith. And though he knew this was way too soon, this was still after all their first day. Keith could sense there was something about Lance that was different than all of the others he had met. Lance would be good for him. And maybe, when Keith was ready, Lance would be able to help him find the thing he had lost.

Maybe staying here wouldn't be all that bad?


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“I don’t want to be free,”

Okay, so he couldn’t have heard that right. Lance was at a complete loss.

Keith stood before him, looking all sorts of sweet and adorable. His purple tinged cheeks burst a bright red in his embarrassment. His tail flicking this way and that, the collar wrapped loosely around his neck glinted in the lamp light.

He looked…fucking adorable.

Lance smiled, unable to take just how cute the little Galran he called his pet was being right now, standing there, urgh. There was a limit to how much Lance could take. He hadn’t been lying when he said that kiss had been all sorts of fantastic. He kinda wanted to kiss Keith again.

Wasn’t that weird?

It seemed Keith had the same intentions and thought. He returned Lance’s smile and took a step closer, which was when Lance discovered a multitude of things. Firstly, his body was not listening to his head, which was telling him that he barely knew this man, this Galran, who was basically his fucking pet. But…there was something so sweet about him, something that hit much innocent potential straight on its target.

And secondly, which Lance found to be quiet unsettling, Keith smelled good, like a sexy and alluring scent that drew Lance to him. Closing his eyes, he felt his body actually tingle, like those romance movies he pretended he didn’t watch.

Something zinged through him, making him hyper aware of the man before him, a kind of bone melting desire that had been buried deep inside him, one that he hadn’t thought anyone would be able to get out.

When he opened his eyes again, Keith was standing even closer. His eyes weren’t the solid warm purple he’d thought, there were yellowing flecks dancing in them, they were all kinds of beautiful, like an odd star light. Lance felt like he could have drowned in all that deliciousness.

Well, that’s not a bad way to go. Death by lust.

“Owner?” Keith said, and Lance felt his mind go fuzzy.

He shook his head. “Lance. Please, it’s Lance,”

Keith nodded. “Lance,”

And it was that, just that. Just his name in that deep voice, a voice that was full of promises and fantasies he had intended to keep. And suddenly, every single part of Lance that had been dormant, that had sat in the background and waited for that inevitable person – the one – to come into his life. It sat up and started panting, wanting more.

Say my name again, please!

Keith stepped in a little closer, “Lance…?”

Lance made his mind up then. He had every intention of letting Keith go the moment he had said he wanted to leave – though it would hurt Lance more than he’d like to admit – but right now, Keith was here, he was waiting and willing and wanting. So instead of taking a step back, he took one forward and met Keith halfway on shaking legs. And what happened next was by far one of the oddest things that had happened to him.

Odd…scary…and fucking amazing.

He felt that long tail wrap around his leg, gripping tight as if it belonged there. A heavenly sigh drifted passed Lance’s lips as he wrapped his arms around Keith, and then he leaned down a little, pressing their lips together. Keith tasted like the soup he had eaten before, that and something wild.

It felt wicked…like they shouldn’t be doing this. Lance had only met Keith mere hours ago, and they had barely spoken passed the whole collar thing. And yet here they were, making out as if they had known each other for years, as if they had been dating for decades.

There was something about that mouth, god that mouth, it had slayed ever part of Lance from the first press, the first touch. It started off gentle, and honestly, Lance had expected it to stay that way, but then when they pulled away, and Lance had a moment to look at Keith, to see his flushed face, those gorgeous eyes open wide, and those pretty ears he couldn’t help but lower his head.

He pressed his lips to the hollow of Keith’s throat, mouthing at collar out of the way. Beneath his lips he could hear Keith’s jack rabbiting pulse. He couldn’t help but want to taste the skin.

Oh, there was something weird happening to him right now, especially if he was thinking of marking the Galran’s skin. Maybe there was something in the collar and lead that was making him feel like this? Maybe it was the sweet, so sweet, scent of the Galran under his tongue. Or maybe…

Maybe Lance really had fallen for the Galran?

This platinum hottie, who had a voice like an angel, tasted wild, smelled fantastic and kissed like a dream…and who was probably going to leave as soon as he was able to.

Lance felt a little off when he thought about that. It had been his intention to let Keith be free of this all, that was the reason he had bought the guy in the first place. Yet now, now that he had Keith in his arms, he really didn’t want him to go.

At his gasp of pleasure, Lance made his way slowly along that purple tinged jaw, over warm, soft skin to his pointed cat like ear. The sound Keith made when Lance pressed his lips to those pretty ears would be forever stuck in Lance’s mind. Wow…

When he finally lifted his face to look at Keith, he hid back a smirk. Keith’s eyes were huge, a sea of dazed heat. Tighter. Hold him tighter.

Lance kissed him again, those little cat-like whimpers and mewling going straight through him and directly to his interested cock. He felt Keith’s tail tighten around his legs, and his clawed fingers digging into his flesh, but he was holding himself back, and Lance did not like that.

“It’s fine,” Lance murmured into his mouth, “You can do whatever you want,”

And then Keith’s arms wound around his neck and he was kissing him, an all-consuming, earthy, raw kiss, and Lance was a goner. He groaned into that perfect mouth, at the pleasure of his firm touch, at the rush of heat, at the anticipation that swam through him instead of good sense.

Closer…more closer…

Again Keith tore free of his mouth and stared up at him, eyes feral, mouth wet, breathing wildly. Lance had no idea what he was looking for, but apparently he found it because he tugged him back down, his fingers digging into Lance’s biceps as if he couldn’t get enough.

That made two of them.

Lance kissed his way down Keith’s throat, and Keith gave a low, growling, and exceedingly sexy, gasp when he got to the spot where Keith’s neck met his shoulder.

Ah shit…

Keith’s eyes slid closed, and he shuddered with the intensity. “You taste good,” he murmured.

“I…Keith, are…are we?” He tried, mentioning the soft and very welcoming bed just sitting there behind them, the covers turned over from when Keith had left it moments before, beckoning them both to it.

Lance lifted his head as Keith opened his eyes, opaque with hunger and desire. His hair was wild, a few curls clinging to his face and dancing in the wind, calling to Lance. Needing to touch him, Lance raised a hand to stroke his hair back.

Yes.” Keith murmured, clenching tighter at Lance’s body, wanting to get closer.

Oh god, this was perfect, this was amazing, this was…this was…so very wrong!

“We can’t do this,” Lance yelled, clenching his eyes shut and holding his hands to his head. Shock had him going still, fingers hovering near Keith’s forehead.

Slowly Keith lowered his hand. “Lance—”

With a quick, single shake of his head, Lance took a giant step back, his eyes shuttered from Keith. “We don’t know one another, I can’t…this isn’t…right,

“What?” Keith’s brain raced, trying to figure out what had just happened. He was so close to getting what he wanted. But… “But…I want…it?”

Turning, Lance faced Keith, looking thoroughly ravished. “We need to at least get to know one another first,” he tried. “About that kiss. I shouldn’t have—we can’t—” he blew out a breath and went with honesty. “I don’t even know you, but I feel like…I want to,”

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Things had slowed down after their last kiss.

Keith sat on the bed, legs crossed and tail twitching this way and that over his head. Lance tried to focus on his work – he had homework, he needed to finish his assignments. He was not going to let the excuse of welcoming his new Galran pet into the home stop him from working, no way no how – but his lead was warming pleasantly on his wrist, and he really should read up on what that meant.

In fact, he should read up more on what owning a Platinum Galran pet meant.

No. Work. Do your work. It was safer than where his mind was wandering right now, which was screaming at him to go straight to the bed, lie down next to Keith and take in that alluring scent of his.

Too much had happened in the past few hours, and honestly, Lance’s mind was going a mile a minute. It was overwhelming how quickly he had fallen for the purple tinged man. Way too fortunate in fact.

His fingers moved of their own provocation, and he found himself deep in the search sites for Galran's and relationships with their owners. He hadn’t found much on platinum pets, they were a dime a dozen among the rest of the pets and their brand labels.

But after a quick search, he had found that Galran’s did not in fact let off any pheromones, or force their owners into doing anything. Platinum pets included. Galran’s just didn’t have that ability.

So that just meant that Lance was fucked.

Because that meant, Lance had literally fallen for a man at first sight. This was almost impossible. He hadn’t been wrong when he said he wanted to get to know the Galran better. After all, he wanted Keith to know he wasn’t just a pet in this house, he wasn’t someone to be owned, or that he was just an ornament, a toy for him to play with.

He was a living, breathing person, who had his own rights and privileges, just like the rest of them.

Tell that to the Galran, however.

For some reason, everything about Keith exuded ‘steer clear’, yet there were many moments – much like the one he was witnessing right now – where Keith looked like he wanted to curl up into a ball and just let the lazy sun rays take him into slumber. Or the fact that he was curling up in on himself, yet his tail was still flicking out to Lance, as if searching for him.

Lance cooed, wanting to reach out to that slightly fuzzy tail, and feel it. He knew it was smooth, when it had been wrapped around his ankle before. He wished he could…hey wait.

“Hey Keith,” Lance called. Keith looked up from his spot on the bed, eyeing his master. He watched as Lance dropped to his knees in front of the box, pulling out things and placing them neatly on the ground, before he found what he was looking for. He held the box in his lap, opening it and picking up the brush with the point. “Want me to groom you?”

Keith forced his instincts back, the ones that wanted him to vault up and out of the bed and straight into his owners’ lap, to rub his ears against Lance’s skin, suck in his adoring scent and just let his owner brush him.

Instead he crossed his arms over his chest, looking to one side in hopes to hide the blush creeping on his cheeks, and scoffed.

“Fine,” he replied, slowly – though his heart was making all sorts of weird flips and vaults at the idea of being closer to his owner, of creating so many memories, deepening their bond, of being cared for.

He’d never felt that before.

Slipping into Lance’s lap was way more easier than his rampant heart had led him to believe, he felt like he belonged there, laying with his knees curled up to his chest, head resting on Lance’s knee, body melting into his body. Oh…he was warm, and smelled so good.

Keith felt good.

He didn’t focus on just how he was feeling so much after knowing so little about the man. But thankfully Lance hadn’t said anything, neither had he done anything. Keith’s ear flicked up, listening to the harsh and heavy breathing, hearing his jack rabbiting heart beating.

“Well? I’m waiting,” Keith said, hoping it would stir Lance enough to actually consider doing something, other than sitting there.

Lance was lost. His fingers dug into the carpet, his breathing ragged. Oh god, he hadn’t expected Keith to say yes. Well, he had tried to do the grooming as a way of getting his mind off the raunchy and quite naughty thoughts he was having. He hadn’t thought this would happen. Yet here it was…clear as day.

And for that moment, he didn’t see the difference between this being good or bad. Because Keith looked so…so at home in his lap, he couldn’t tear his gaze away. His blood grew hot under his skin, tingles scorching his flesh; everything ached in a pleasant way. All because of the pretty Galran lying in his lap.

Though it went against everything Lance thought was right for their relationship – the getting to know him was supposed to be his way of getting them to take things slow – he couldn’t help but want to touch Keith, to show him that he was here, that he was loved. Because yeah, he’d admit…he didn’t know if it was love per say. But there was a definite like in their newly found relationship.

So he reached forward with the brush poised in his hand, and saw the tail flick up in a small arch so it was in front of his face. He took hold of the soft, yet firm, appendage, and ran the thinly bristled brush over it, smoothing down the furls and curls. The brush bristles seemed to sink in, and Lance suddenly had the notion that this wasn’t so much as a ‘brushing’ but a massage, what with the way Keith literally melted into his lap, vibrating and pliant.

Oh wow.

So Lance continued, his breath ragged as he watched Keith’s chest rising and falling, felt his heart beating against his leg, in awe at how Keith’s back arched the closer to the base of his tail he went.

It was endearing, and Lance felt his limbs trembling, but he continued the slow brushing, forcing the twitch of his cock down. Forcing himself to think of Keith as a cat, like the pet he was supposed to be – though every single thing in Lance saw Keith as a person, not a pet.

This was nice, this was good. Looking down, he saw Keith’s eyes were closed, his ears dropping down in his relaxation, that vibrating from his chest turning to purring as he flicked his tail closer to Lance’s free hand, asking for him to hold it and brush him a bit more.

It was odd how perfect this felt. How right.

“Feel good?” he asked, looking down to that almost unbearably adorable face. Keith let out a pleased noise, followed by the purring.

Yeah…this…this felt right.

Too bad it was all going to go to hell in a hand basket.

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Oh the tension was palpable.

He hadn’t for a moment expected Pidge to rush into the room with so much enthusiasm, holding a covered plate filled with…green looking goo – he had to give her props however, it smelled good, and it probably tasted good too, Pidge was never really all that good with cooking, that was Hunk’s job, and when she did cook, it was always like some kind of evil witch concocting potions and elixirs in a massive black cauldron. Unless of course she blew something up, or something caught on fire that had happened a few times too.

Thank fuck for Shiro and his ability to not be able to take the puppy dog eyes they had perfected over the years.

However, the fact that he was…what, half Galran? Part Galran? Galran adjacent? Really didn’t help them any, because he would be vicious whenever he needed to be. And an angry Shiro is one you steered clear from.

Yeah, back to the matter at hand, Lance hadn’t expected Pidge to come into his room like a tornado, and then to unceremoniously slip over his boxes – he really should find a place for them, but that wasn’t really the first thing on his mind, he had a lapful of gorgeous, pliant and purring Galran after all – thought to be honest, that might have been the cause as to why she hadn’t been paying attention.

Now that he thought about it, their position wasn’t exactly…decent, and from a quick glance, it could spark all sorts of thoughts – thoughts that made his cheeks burst a bright red.

The precious, delicious smelling food ’goo’ concoction she had so eagerly been wanting to give them, flew out of her outstretched hands, and like some kind of cartoon-inspired gust of power, the plate toppled over, spinning in a mad circle, splashing the goo all over the place, before it landed, with a harsh crack, onto Keith’s head.

To say the Galran was pissed off was one thing…let’s just say, let a sleeping Galran lie.

He had gotten up with such fury, green goo clashing with the complete purple he had turned now. His eyes were completely yellow now, shining almost neon like, lips pulled back in a snarl, fangs gleaming like some kind of Dracula. They looked longer, like a sabres, and they were sharp!

His claws were the same, frightening as he held them up, ready to attack whatever the threat was. He saw Pidge, and his eye fidgeted a little, his tail flicked in a maddening circle around Lance, wrapping around him as far as he could go, keeping him close.

But that was the moment when the food goo, along with the cracked ceramic dripped down his pretty purple face and into his eye. His growl was so loud it shook Lance to his very core, but he sensed the pain. A strong heat pulsed on the lead on his wrists.

He was up before the thought even crossed his mind. Keith looked hurt, and exhausted from everything that had happened. Though Lance couldn’t see, he knew there was blood seeping out of him from the plate.

Lance knew the Galran he now had as a pet needed a nice, long bath, and a nice long rest. All of that goo, and blood would start irritating him soon enough, and Lance didn’t want to be there for an irate Galran.

With that in mind, he lifted the Galran from his lap and held him close. Keith fell pliant, it was an odd thing to see him go a one sixty from being all ferocious to this…little kitty. Huh…that was interesting.

Pidge was gasping out apologies now, having been saying them for a while now. Lance had told her not to worry, thanking her for the food, and then swiftly walked out of his room and down the short corridor to the bathroom.

Lance hesitated.

Was he really going to give the Galran a bath?

Alright, so he had seen Keith shirtless, but not completely naked. And he had touched Keith all over – to check for injuries. And they had had that scorching kiss. Looking down, he saw the utter exhaustion on Keith’s face, and a slight fear in his yellow eyes, and he felt the strong urge to ease Keith’s fears.

“Don’t be afraid,” he had said softly.

Keith shook his head; loose tendrils of his hair swaying on his forehead, making him look softer than Lance had ever seen him before. More kitten like, in a weird way.

Lance pushed the door to the bathroom open and settled Keith onto the toilet seat in the corner of the room. His mind whirled. Was he really going to do this? Would he be able to do this? Or would he freeze up or have a panic attack in the middle of it all? His heart hammered against his chest, cutting his breath into shocked fragments.

But Keith was watching him with such trust, such awe, such love. It made Lance want to be extra careful with the Galran. It made his heart swell at the thought of caring for someone.

Lance heard Keith mumble something under his breath, but didn’t catch the words. He instead turned the showers on in the large tub. He reached for the Galran, but paused when he saw Keith flinch slightly.

Was Keith afraid of him? Or was he afraid of taking a shower together? Being naked and having Lance actually touch his skin, wash him? Or was it something else entirely?

He saw Keith’s pretty eyes – which had turned back to his dark purple – dart to his own tail, which was flicking here and there. What was…did he want something? Lance really needed to read up on tail-nese, because he really didn’t understand what was happening.

But, Lance knew the need of something routine to soothe the soul. He had his own skin care routines which he did every night to help soothe him. But, he didn’t know what Keith needed; maybe his tail was something like a security blanket?

Lance remembered when he first taught his baby brother how to shoot a bb gun, the one that shot foam darts that bounced off, pellets were stupid and only injured, no matter how good you were.

His brother may have been old enough to hold and shoot one, but in Lance’s eyes, he was still too young. But he had insisted he wanted to learn – to be like his big brother. Lance was a great shot, and he had learned to shoot at a similar age.

His brother had been so scared of the gunshot, so frightened of the loud bang, so against the idea of hurting someone accidentally. He had put the gun down and rushed into his room. Lance had followed and found him on his bed, huddled under his security blanket, shivering.

His brother had soon grown out of that, but he never went near a bb gun ever again. But Lance knew that feeling he had felt all those years ago. He still felt the need to have something to secure him, to soothe him. So Lance knew its need, its importance.

So he was confused why Keith was being so hesitant to do what he needed to do to soothe himself. Did he not want to? No, not with the way the Galran was eyeing the tip of his twitching tail. Lance knew he wanted to do something with his appendage – not that Lance knew what that something was.

Why didn’t he just do it? He had no problems before.

Unless, it was because of Lance. Did Keith not want to act the way he needed to right now because of what he thought? Sure, the idea of having a pet Galran thrust upon him was a scary concept, but Lance had seen the way Keith was – had grown a healthy crush on the man as well – but he was up to the task. Hell, he’d do anything to make Keith see to reason.

But then again, Keith hadn’t really done much with his tail, except wrap it around him. Maybe that was what he wanted to do.

With that in mind, instead of reaching for Keith’s arm, Lance moved in closer and let the Galran rest his head on his chest, embracing him like they had done before, lightly scratching his cat like ears.

This was something the Galran would be more familiar with. Something Keith was more comfortable with right now. He ran his fingers through Keith’s hair, letting the soft dark tendrils curl around his fingers.

“Don’t be afraid,” Lance said soothingly. “Don’t be afraid to be yourself with me – to be vulnerable. I promise I won’t ever hurt you, or abuse you in any way,”

Keith nodded. Slowly his tail flicked up, and he wrapped it tightly around Lance’s waist. Startled, Lance wanted to shove the appendage away from him, but then he could feel the sudden relaxation in Keith. His tense muscles loosened, his head rested more firmly on Lance’s chest, and his eyes fell closed.

Okay, so he’d let Keith have this one.

“No sleeping, Keith,” Lance pulled him back and holding him at arms-length.

He took a good look at the Galran; Keith looked exhausted, his purple eyes stood out against the red rimming around them. Keith turned a healthy shade of pink under his intense gaze. “Lance?”

Lance shivered, sucking in a deep breath. “Let’s do this,”