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[ the thing is, he's not mad at shiro. maybe he should be, but he's not, because he understands that going from ace pilot with promising space exploration career to prisoner of war to leader of a ten thousand year old resistance faction doesn't leave a lot of room for the smaller, interpersonal problems. pidge is the one with a real cause for a grudge, anyway, and shiro is so painfully, obviously, trying his best to be the leader they need. he doesn't deserve keith hunting him down in the middle of the night to talk about the fact that they had toed the fraternization line uncomfortably close during keith's academy days, and then he thought shiro was dead, and then he started getting weird fucking dreams about alien energies and maybe shiro not being dead, and then... everything else.

shiro is treating him like one of the guys and he understands why. it's easier that way. it's been years and they're both different people now, except keith still has those same dreams--not the ones that left him awake in the dark and sure that shiro was alive, sure that he was breathing somewhere, alone, needing, and so helpless that it hurt to breathe. no, these are the old academy standby, thinking of shiro leaning in close, shiro taking off his shirt for training, shiro finally turning around and seeing him looking. the kind of stupid fantasies that left him hard and wanting when he woke, frantically jerking off just so he could get up and function around shiro without popping wood.

(he still has the dreams about shiro being alone somewhere, every now and then. he gets up and paces down the hallways and brushes his hand over shiro's door, but he never hits the comm button. they have each other now, or something, he tells himself. the dreams are clearly some kind of influence from the lions, and they're all together now.)

anyway he has shiro back and there's still a fucking glass wall between them. no unnecessary touches. no late nights together in one of their rooms, even though all they had ever done was talk. it's frustrating as fuck and he gets it and he's trying really hard to be fucking understanding, trying not to push. allura had said that they might notice some influences from the lions, now that they'd all established a bond, that they might be more sensitive to each other, but keith doesn't feel sensitive so much as scraped raw, holding everything back. he wants to hit something all the time. he snaps at lance and flings himself into battle when he has the chance and he thinks sometimes he can feel shiro through that link they're all supposed to have, that hint of quiet strength coupled with some sort of strapped down emotion-- loneliness? pain? --but then it's gone and he's left wondering whether he imagined it in the first place.

they'd been encouraged to go and spend time with their lions to strengthen their mystic bonds or whatever, but here keith is guiltily fucking sneaking around the wrong hangar, running his hand carefully over the black lion's sleek metal skin. that tiny little place in the back of his head where his weird impulses and gut feelings come from isn't telling him that he's unwelcome, but he knows that this is kind of suspicious. ]

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[ He knows the Galra, knows that he needs to mask his reactions to everything, anything that could be taken as weakness or as something to criticize him for. He hadn't worked all this way up to ruin things now, not when he had a chance to make some kind of choice or difference in this. Whatever the test was, whatever composure they were trying to wrest from him with this, he wasn't going to make it so easy.

If Sendak wanted to pull another petty test, he could pass. Zarkon was the only one who could ever do that to him; if this was on behalf of him, maybe through Sendak, it would be understandable.

His face goes polite disinterested after a breath, ignoring the flicker of a whisper in his head. The wall goes up again, a practiced habit from Zarkon using the link and then Shiro turns toward the door, debating it for a moment. They could keep themselves occupied but part of him wanted to demand to know what this was. Impulsiveness would do him no good no matter how tempting; he clenches his fists and then releases them, turning back to the two. He won't let them get hurt for whatever this game is.

The chair, instead, sitting as if he weighs a few hundred pounds more than he does. They didn't ever state what he had to do to them, with them; he could watch them, finish this test and demand his answers. ]

You can do this however you normally do.

[ Look, he can be polite. The humans aren't to blame for getting caught in this mess of politics and posturing. ]

He blocked us, ( murmured soft and low, once keith draws his lips upwards on lance's jaw, nipping his ear with practiced grace. he knows how to fuck lance prettily, or get fucked with the air of submission the galra like -- he knows how to sleep with lance the way he likes to, the way no one else gets to see, soft and slow and too tender to be an act, overwhelmed by him or buried deep inside to the hilt, sharing breaths and heartbeats, easing himself into awareness that he isn't alone, not when lance is around. he can't do that in front of the eyes and ears all around them -- but maybe it'll help shiro remember ... maybe if they reenact one of the memories lance and keith now both share, maybe it'll strike a nerve.

if that's for the best, keith isn't really sure, drawing his hands around the silks of lance's garb, the flowy transparent bits and the sturdier material that falls weightless in his hands. shiro doesn't need a shock of reality, that seems too harsh, but he also doesn't need to be babied either. he needs memories, the good ones, the first time he put on the paladin suit, the time they saved shay and her planet. he needs to know that they're the good guys, not the aliens destroying the universe, one terrified planet at a time.

drawing back, the remainder of lance's sex slave clothes fall in a puddle of the floor, leaving him naked except for an under accessory of thick beads, golden and purple, bedecking his entire body with skinny chains to connect him. keith keeps him as best concealed as he can, their hips pulled flushed while, out of sight to shiro ( save for the motion of his elbow ), he strokes the sunkissed curves of his cock on top of a beaded cock cage, willing him hard. they need to touch shiro, to complete the link. he's pretty confident in that. )

You should use us, ( hie teeth grit. ) Master.

( his hand raises to cup lance's chin, opening his mouth to lick inside as seductively as he can, sucking his lower lip until it settles red and bitten. )

Whose mouth do you like more?

( he's honestly not sure if he wants it to be himself or not. )

[ lance can't feel shiro throwing up a mental wall the way keith can but he can feel keith’s frustration, the way his mind keeps reaching out and not finding a receptive match, like someone reaching out a hand and waving it blindly in the dark. he bites back a groan, frustrated himself. they could probably rebuild shiro’s memories of being a paladin through the link to the black lion, but he has to let them in.

this definitely isn't going to work if shiro stands back away from them and refuses to get involved, and they can't just say ‘get over here and do a vulcan mind meld with us and then we'll all escape.’ he lets himself go pliant in keith's arms, making soft, needy noises for him that are only half theatrically exaggerated as his silks drop away. keith has the right idea about seducing shiro into it and he sends that through the link while they're touching. whatever keith needs to do to get shiro going is fine with him.

Make him want to fuck you, he suggests in keith's head, arching into his hands and draping his arms over keith’s shoulders. He's known you longer, you’ll be able to jog his memory better.

if lance gets aggressive with keith it might stir shiro's territorial instincts, watching his boyfriend or whatever they were submit to someone else. or maybe watching keith get toppy would rile him up better. that's probably keith's call, although lance finds himself wanting to give him an outlet for his fury and frustration.

that lasts until keith calls shiro ‘master’ and licks into his mouth and lance growls at him, grabbing his ass with both hands and spreading his cheeks where shiro can see. they're both already slick and open, lube glistening on the insides of their thighs. he slides a hand down and strokes a single finger over keith’s twitching little furl, locking eyes with shiro as he does. he's half hard thanks to keith grinding all over him, even if he can't do anything about it thanks to the cages they’re both locked in. ]

[ He eyes the silks with distaste; they had only tried to put him in them once, before deciding he looked better in more traditionally Galra armor and clothing. The black suit did well enough for what they wanted out of him; fucking, yes, but usually a fight more than anything else. He killed the first two Galrans who tried to claim him as their winnings after he'd won a match, strangling one with the silk they'd decked him out in.

From there, they'd kept to something simple, the purple shirt for when he was fighting in the ring, the black bodysuit for day to day. It's been -- not ages but a while since he had to service anyone, anyway.

It's hard to stay trapped in his own head with them in front of him, though. He might have shut Keith out of his mind, but his eyes still work and they're still gorgeous. Trap or not, they look familiar, they look lovely despite the situation they're in. They're angry, too, not despondent or panicking, which Shiro's strangely grateful for. Anger, he knows how to deal with. ]

I'm not your master.

[ It's reflex, at this point, the distaste in his tone all the more evident when coupled with the way he grimaces and glances away. The Galran soldiers in his command, he'd never told them to call him Master, though Sendak tried to encourage it mostly for his own discomfort. General, Commander, those were better options but he's not going to have them call him that, either. Shiro he hears, and hates that it sounds as right as it does.

They do know how to put on a show, though; there's genuine want there, and it's clear they've done this before, performed for someone. There's luck in that; some of them were happy enough watching a show rather than participating.

When Lance grabs at Keith's ass, spreads him open and Shiro catches the slick on the curve of his thighs, against the soft rose of his hole, he has to push a hand down against where his dick twitches, interested. The cages are -- god, he hasn't seen one of those in a while, either and he huffs out a breath, rising and stalking toward them. ]

Step back.

[ He doesn't address it at either one - it's a general order said with the understanding they'd obey him either way. Once they separate, he goes to his knees in front of Keith, tugging the ridiculous material out of the way until he gets access to the cock cage and glances up at him. ]

I wouldn't move.

[ It's a simple enough thing to press one finger to the metal of the cage, a pulse of heat and he twists it just so, careful not to hurt him. The cage falls loose in Shiro's hand and he tosses it to a corner of the room before turning to Lance, angling to do the same. ]

( you're our master as long as you sit there, he doesn't say, as long as you wear their clothes and serve their orders. it's spiteful and angry, although not necessarily towards shiro and more or less just in general, at the situation and the frustration he feels -- at how much of a failure he is, and how much of a failure this will be, if shiro doesn't let him in. half an hour ago shiro was just a memory, and now he's tangible and real and yet just out of arm's reach -- too far, too distant, too galran. they changed him, but keith will change him back -- they both will.

he's needy under the grip of lance's hand, but whether that's from his own emotions ( which he conceals, does his best to cover up ) or the talent residing in lance's fingers is up in the air -- he's breathless of full of whines that meet the open air between them and shiro, curving his hip prettily to look better. he still flushes under the knowledge that shiro is watching this happen, letting this happen, not minding. it's probably disgusting of keith for him to want him to get jealous, and he apologizes for that to lance as soon as he thinks it, kissing his forehead and his upper lip. he doesn't mean it, any of it. it's just business as usual.

there's hesitance to obey the instruction from shiro, but it doesn't take commanding officer and wanton sex slave for him to do as he's told, not when it's coming from shiro's handsome mouth, not when he's bent down on his knees before keith's naked form. he doesn't move -- but he does grip lance's wrist in a brief panic, the light of shiro's arm eliciting an unfathomable fear inside of keith. it's newer than before, more alien and scary, more capable of worse things, and now it's poised at his cock, ripping the cage off. it doesn't hurt at all -- he's being careful. he doesn't want to hurt them.

there have been more than a few galran commanders who have enjoyed getting on their knees, just to bite roughly at the tips of their cocks and tug on their balls uncomfortably, to get them to squirm and tear up. keith doesn't want that, now sure that shiro doesn't either. somewhat girlishly, he lets himself fall in shiro's lap, a hand wrapped loosely around lance's now free cock tugging him closer. )

I want you, Shiro. ( he says, mastered in the art of seduction. his voice is low, his eyelashes fluttered. he can't force himself on him, but he can give him some kind of sensual lubrication, guiding lance's cock over more to press his lips at the head of it, not missing in finesse as he tongues against the slit, milking him barely. he presses his cheek against the shaft, murmuring: ) Please. Help us. We need you.

( if there's one thing he can appeal to, it's definitely shiro's bleeding heart. )

[ six months ago it would've pissed lance off, yeah, but when he's touching keith and he's this close and this connected he can feel the indecision of it, that keith isn't trying to hurt him. they're both doing this to save shiro.

and okay wow, w o w, that is shiro ripping off the cages with his upgraded cyborg arm and lance definitely doesn't make a concerned squeaking noise when his is ripped away, although he can't deny that his cock jumps to fully hard at the implied danger because he's a terrible person. keith drapes himself all over shiro and then there's soft lips mouthing at his cock and he goes wherever keith wants him. ]

They don't let us go back to the cells unless we're ridden hard and put away wet. [ it's the first shit that comes into his head, and he can't even wince at how terrible it sounds. nobody is allowed to hold anything he says against him while there's a mouth on his dick. ]

It's you or it'll be somebody else that we're given to. [ and softer, his hand tangling in keith's hair, ] Shiro.

[ He knows. He knows exactly what he has to do to make sure they don't have to deal with someone else - someone who won't care about their comfort, won't care whether or not they enjoy themselves. His teeth clench tightly a moment and then he gives up on this protesting. If he doesn't do something about this, they'll be passed on to someone else; he could get away with watching, probably, but he doesn't know for sure. Not with Sendak looking as smug as he did.

Whatever they did to get caught in the crossfire must have been something bad, to be put between him and the Empire. ]

I know.

[ He's been in their position. Keith slithers into his lap so easily, looking at him through his lashes, reaching for Lance's cock like it's second nature at this point. They're both practiced at it and he hates that, too, hates that he knows how it works, knows the game they have to play. Keith mouths at the wet tip of Lance's cock and Shiro's mouth waters, thinking about it.

It's filthy, sure, but he wants badly enough that he doesn't care and his cock reminds him it's been ages since he's done anything with anyone else, but there's good reason for that. Frustrated, Shiro gropes at Keith's hips and tugs him in to let him grind against the thick, fat swell of Shiro's cock in his pants, glancing at the two of them. ]

I won't leave you for them.

( there's an unabashed moan when shiro grinds them together, one that might sound just the smallest bit sob-like if looked into too closely, but he's gratefully permitted the excuse of filling his mouth with lance's cock, so he doesn't have to focus too much on covering it up. if he wants to cry ( and god, does he ) he can just shove lance's cock as far down his throat as it'll go -- so he does, letting his eyes water up at the corners, holding it there before pulling off with streaky lines of saliva still connecting them, hard panting hitting lance's thighs. he rolls his hips downwards, experimental, happy to find shiro hard -- good, he's enjoying it. good.

he grinds more, regardless, less seductive and more ... curious. has it always felt that way? )

It's ... ( weird, different, lance they did something else to him. ) big. ( bigger, he means, but shiro can't remember that much. it's not like he was lacking before. keith shudders to think why he might've gotten some strange upgrade on his cock and clenches shiro tighter because of it, a hand sifting through the hair at the back of his head, affectionate and reassuring. he thinks he might actually sob if he kisses shrio, so instead he opts to guide his head over and towards lance's erection, mouthing eagerly at the side of it while giving shiro enough room to indulge himself. )

[ what the fuck do you mean, it's different-- but oh, oh he sees what keith means, as there seems to be a hint of... movement. between shiro's thighs.

whaaaaat the fuck.

of course it's impossible to get a better view while keith is busy grinding on his lap, getting shiro's black uniform shiny and messy with lube. lance kind of wants to shove him off and take his place, even though he's happy to slide his aching, swollen cock down keith's throat and let him massage it.

keith's memories had painted shiro as well-endowed anyway. lance feels his mouth go dry at the prospect of something bigger (something alien? can the galra even do that?), but it's not out of fear. they've seen plenty of weird shit during their captivity here. his dick twitches visibly against keith's lips and he leans down suddenly, daring to be bolder than the other boy, and pushes his tongue inside shiro's mouth in a bossy, aggressive offensive, lifted directly from some of keith's schoolboy memories and/or fantasies.

he pulls back immediately, flushing deeply and looking shocked at his own audacity for a second before covering it up with a cocksure smirk. ]

You think you're gonna scare us? Come on, mister bigshot Galra commander. [ he sends a little pulse of apology through the link to keith for that, even though it's clearly what shiro believes right now. he thinks he's one of them, and maybe there's a reason for it. ]

Show us what you got.

[ Abruptly, he realizes that out of anyone, they're the only ones who would know there's something -- off. Wrong about him. The other aliens, even the Galra hadn't really cared or known the difference between what human genitalia and another alien's looked like. It hadn't been off-putting for them like it was for Shiro.

It takes Keith's comment to realize that they're going to see what the Galra have done and for a moment an apology lingers on the tip of his tongue, but their response isn't -- it isn't fear, or terror, or anything like what he expects. Keith touches him like he wants to comfort him, a hand in his hair, his mouth sliding wet over the wet curve of Lance's dick, the invitation clear. Between the grinding and the reaction from the two of them, there's a chance they might not run the other direction. They haven't seen anything yet, though, which means they don't really understand it yet.

At least if he reveals it now, they'll have time to finish each other off, to stop this and decide what they want to do. Even Lance's nonchalant, challenging tone isn't enough to convince him fully, but he does allow the kiss, does reach a hand to fist it in Lance's hair and kisses him like he's trying to prove a point, harsh and wet and filthy.

When he pulls back, it's to hook his fingers in the material of his pants, the belt discarded. The thin material that passes for briefs is peeled back too, and his cock just up against his belly. Whatever they did to graft it, or change it - he's not sure how it happened, just that it did - means that it's far from human. It's still clearly a penis, but the color is off, softer purples and pinks, the precome beading at the tip a soft lavender.

One hand drops down and curls around himself, giving it one firm stroke, enough to wring a punched-out noise from himself, because he so rarely touches himself if he can help it, hating it. ]

You can still leave.

( there's an unrestrained glare to lance as he kisses shiro, possessive and upset enough that once they part and shiro strokes himself, keith takes it upon himself to one-up him, crashing their mouths together. it isn't the best idea, admittedly. he knows these lips better than his own, what they taste like and what they've always tasted like -- but they're different, now. they don't part for him the way keith's do, they aren't as eager or as careful as he remembers them. they don't ask for more kisses. they kiss like it's a business, a means to an ends, a necessity to get this over with faster.

he hates it but doesn't soon let it show, drawing his gaze and body lower. it's a galran cock, same as any of the others he's seen -- purpley and spotted in strange places, with ridges that are weird and foreign to a human eye. it's big, though, mouthwatering and huge, and if his initial thought is disgust that this happened to him at all, the second is excitement and intrigue. he wants to lick up that lavender straight from the source, smear it across his lips.

setting to do that, his naked form wriggles down shiro's, hand curving on top of his at his cock to shoo it away, feeling out the shape of it. on his hands and knees he shudders to lick the tip of it, making a soft needy sound to the head before he envelopes the crown, sucking him dry. his eyes flicker upwards to meet shiro's, sinking his head down lower -- he gags halfway down and stays there instead of pushing himself further, red lips spread wide across a purple cock, eyes squinted but never closed. )

Dude, come on--

[ jesus, okay, fine, shove him out of the way and off shiro's mouth, and lance immediately glares at his partner, ready to snipe at him, but then there's shiro dick and oh, okay, okayyy. that sure is not a human penis. that sure is... ridged and studded and oozing a color that should never come out of a human body, and maybe lance would have hesitated a little bit over it, probably, because it's very big and very flexible and is it moving? like on its own? but keith of course shoves his stupid fucking head right down there and puts his mouth on it, which tosses any other chance to react out the fucking window. of course captain cliff jumper isn't going to hesitate over putting a giant purple galra penis in his mouth, it's attached to shiro and that's all he needs. and maybe seeing keith without any hesitation is all lance needs, too.

it's a perfect opportunity for lance to go back to kissing shiro, actually, which had been very, very nice and almost enough for him to forget that they were doing this under duress, that maybe shiro wasn't so madly, insanely in love with keith that there would never been room for him to look at anybody else, that maybe lance could be the one to call his memories back to the surface, but he can't do any of that, because he is knotting his fingers in keith's stupid hair and pulling him back off shiro's cock before he suffocates himself on it. ]

You're gonna choke, you stupid asshole. [ and to shiro, nettled, ] Nobody here is afraid of your dick, okay.

[ he drops to his knees, glaring at keith, and angles shiro's cock into his own mouth instead like he's trying to play keep away, but then his eyes are suddenly wide with the strange sweet taste of it, the hard growths under his tongue that invite him to rub over them. whatever's leaking from the crown isn't bitter or salty at all. it tastes like a thick honey glaze and he immediately finds himself suckling at the head, trying to get more of it. ]

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[ He'd like to say that he's practiced enough that he can keep up the mental walls if he needs to, but after just a little bit of affection, of kissing and touching, he finds it slipping away. One or two of them, he might be able to handle, but the both of them together is too much and he's eager. Eager for some sense of home, despite his unease at how familiar they feel.

The fact that they aren't terrified is, strangely, a relief. He didn't quite know what he expected from them, but a very large part of him had been certain that they would be disgusted and leave. The slightly better option had them horrified for him and then everyone being too disgruntled to do anything. The option he hadn't considered, was that they were going to take it as a challenge and subsequently one up each other.

They've always been like that, he thinks, and is briefly unsettled because he doesn't know why he knows that. It's a fact, there's no doubt in his mind, but he shouldn't even have that feeling.

Keith's mouth on his cock distracts him in an instant, though, and it's stupid how instantly turned on he is by the fact that Keith seems genuinely into this. He hadn't anticipated how much that relief would roll over him, give him some sort of comfort that he hadn't expected out of this experience.

He brings one hand over to curl around Lance's hip instead, spreading over the narrow jut of it and makes a startled noise when he drops to his knees a moment later. He's expecting bickering, but what he doesn't expect is Lance abruptly removing Keith's mouth from his dick. Startlingly fast, Lance places his own there, wet-hot mouth sinking down over his dick with the same single-minded determination from Keith earlier.

One hand lifts like it's on autopilot, like it knows where to go for Keith and curls in his hair again, trying to guide him up for a kiss, like it's instinct, the next logical progression if he decides to let this happen. ]

( being yanked off is honestly needed, but that doesn't stop a discontent noise from rumbling in his throat, seeing his mouth quickly replaced with lance's and fighting the immediate desire to shove him off all the same and swallow the entirety of it down just to prove a point. but shiro gathers him in closer and keith is weak to his every desire, back arched as he moves in to meet his mouth, offering an open mouthed kiss with no shortage of breathy moans leaving him during it, licking across his tongue, biting his lips.

the wall is gone now, he can feel -- he pushes his jealousy aside ( not really ), hees focus back on that, trying to recount everything ... lance's blue lion and the first time they flew, headed into space to find allura, the black lion. he pays close attention to that bond, pressing unrestrained kisses into shiro's mouth while wiggling his hips, prompting him to explore his body -- because there are physical memories too, maybe, things his muscles will remember. like the first moment he and shiro had to themselves in space, the tight quarters of the black lion's cockpit, keith on his knees in front of him saying give it to me, i missed you, come all over my face. ... kind of like lance is doing now, without the words, but keith tries to convince himself it's better that way -- to complete the bond, the trifecta. keith is attached to both of them, now he needs to close the ties between the two.

maybe when shiro looks down he'll see keith between his legs -- or, more accurately, the red paladin which lance is. keith moves to nuzzle against shiro's neck, laying kisses there while he pets lances head, trying to hide himself to let everything just -- happen naturally, maybe. to keep pushing and keep pushing lance and shiro together, even if his heart cries out jealously because of it.

( honestly, he's not sure who he's more jealous of, but that's emotions for you. ) )

[ yeah lance has mostly forgotten about the psychic link thing, too busy running his tongue curiously over all those ridges and fleshy little bumps (what would that feel like inside him? what would it feel like when shiro came?) but he gets with the program when he feels keith start pushing memories, images, and emotions through the link. they're kissing, he and shiro, and that's hard for him to watch so he doesn't, he concentrates entirely on teasing the huge, alien dick in his mouth, treating it as reverently as keith had treated shiro in the memories.

keith's hand slides through his hair and lance wants to still be annoyed at him, but instead he reaches up to twine his fingers with keith's, his other hand on shiro. it feels right for the three of them to be connected. he's under no illusions about what's probably going to happen once they rescue shiro, they'll all go back to their original lions (maybe?) and shiro and keith will go back to being weird and intense about each other, and lance will be the odd man out again. keith won't need him when he has shiro back and lance... will get to have the memories of both of them as a consolation prize, the brief relationship he'd had with keith and the terrible, aching vastness of how much keith loves shiro.

(maybe lance is a little in love now too, as a side effect, but there's nothing any of them can do about that. he's just borrowing the emotion. he doesn't have the connection to shiro that keith does, just the echo of it.)

none of that's going to stop this from happening, though. they need shiro back. if there's anything he pushes into the link it's that, not the jealousy or insecurity. ]

[ Every time Haggar and the Druids were poking around in his head, it was like a hot firepoker. It would cauterize some feelings, cut away others and bring some to the front just to pick at them and take them apart for whatever reason. When Zarkon did it, it was to force his will on Shiro, to break him down bit by bit under the assumption Shiro would bend.

Eventually, he did. He knew where and when to fight his battles; he might have this connection to Zarkon but he understood it couldn't be used all the time and he needed to choose where to fight back as a Commander, to maintain his position. They haven't had to in a long time because Shiro understands their games now and it's easier.

Keith in his head isn't like that. It's a warm, soft rush like silk across his mind, the memories he's sharing feeling warm and delicate around the edges, clicking into place like they belong there, like they actually happened. Keith kisses him and then trails kisses down his skin with this single-minded determination, while he shares memories with him. It's overwhelming - it's not just the sight, like a movie playing, it's all the smells and tastes and feelings that came with it, just from Keith's perspective. There's none of Zarkon or Haggar's bitterness or hatred showing through, it's softer like a reward instead of punishment.

It's in sharp contrast to the blazing heat of Lance's mouth on his dick, sliding down over it like he's genuinely hungry for it, and then he feels the cool tingle of Lance pushing images into the link as well. He's so used to bringing the wall up because it hurts, because it's overwhelming and he needs space so he doesn't crumble but he's not used to this.

To wanting to immerse himself in it, in the both of them. For a long moment - for the first time in a long while, he starts to doubt Zarkon. Starts to believe them - or at least to wonder at it. He cups the back of Lance's head to guide him while he explores the fat swell of his dick, and uses his other to trace over Keith's body. Nothing's surprised him so far - he recognizes that scar, gets a flicker of memory before it vanishes. Recognizes the dip of his collarbone and the jut of his hips as places he's spent time worshiping, leaving marks to be hidden just barely by their uniforms.

For a moment, unbidden, he gets an image of himself mouthing at marks he's left along Keith's throat while he dresses him in his Voltron armor, the process taking four times longer than it needs to. It's abruptly followed by a swell of warmth and affection for Lance, remembering the nights they got to spend watching movies, Shiro letting him pile pillows on his lap, idly stroking a hand through his hair.

That's not a memory that Zarkon would have - he wouldn't give it to him, either. Haggar wouldn't touch such weakness with a ten foot pole. ]

Who are you?

( his fingers ease in with lance's easily, apologetically -- sharing a mind link isn't much fun when it comes down to it, being inside someone's head isn't that great when their head is all insecurities and deep, dark thoughts -- though whether he's talking about himself, or lance, or even shiro is debatable, impossible to discover. there are no clear beginnings or ends between them, conjoined at the hand and mouths at cocks and lips at necks and no conclusions, just running in circles that keep twisting and twirling. if he focuses, he can probably become aware of who he's touching and where -- but with all their thoughts and lingering emotions towards each other all ripe and there for the plucking, he can't tell -- if he reaches for one memory, will it still be his? or is he grabbing at lance's, all blue-twinged and watery?

he grabs at another one, fiery red, pushing it into shiro -- it's one he has of lance, actually, one filtered in the heavenly sunbeams of artificial light and the barest pink twinge, while the two of them barely rise from their conjoint under the covers of shiro's old bed, in shiro's old room, with shiro's old clothes and the scent of him still lingering in the barren corners of his room, the corners that they snuggle into and kiss each other in, where they fuck each other and keith falls asleep still buried inside lance, waking up to his voice saying dude, gross in the early hours of the morning. it's a good memory, littered across good memories -- the bad ones come in too, because keith can't filter them when he's so emotional around shiro, isolation, fear, guilt, loneliness, longing. what are his emotions and what are lance's? he honestly can't tell anymore. )

Damnit, ( he murmurs, resting his forehead down against shiro's shoulder. it's not exhausting as much as it is enlightening, facing all the emotions he does his solid best to conceal -- the obvious love he has for these two men and the guilt that comes along with that, one before and one while the other went missing. keith turns to rest his back more or less against shiro, enjoying the breathable air -- moving his free hand down to stroke the base of his girth, the part lance's mouth can't reach. ) I'm Keith. I'm -- ( his breath catches. whatever he was going to say, it's clearly not what he eventually gets out. ) I'm gonna fuck him. If you want that.

[ there. even though he’s not as sensitive as keith to the whole mystic mental bond thing he can feel when shiro’s resistance starts to lessen, when he starts to believe and let them in.. it’s terrifying to think about what the galra must’ve been doing to him in the last six months that he’d learned to put up psychic shields. he’s caught along in the undertow of the images that keith is projecting, reliving them himself, and he squirms uncomfortably at being laid open so completely. they don’t need to show shiro memories of lance and keith together after shiro’s disappearance and how awful everything had been, how they’d clung together because it was that or shatter. they should be concentrating on reminding shiro who he was-- who he is-- under the galra brainwashing or amnesia or whatever. but it’s true that there isn’t a filter, keith is apparently the most emotional person lance has ever met underneath that veneer of cool disinterest and he can’t help what he projects. he loves shiro to a depth that’s. honestly kind of frightening. he loves shiro enough to have made lance love him too, secondhand, and sometimes that bothers him a lot and sometimes it doesn’t bother him at all, because shiro is worth loving.

he squeezes keith’s fingers back once. they’re partners now too, in the way that lance used to be jealous of with keith and shiro. apparently all it takes to get that kind of rapport is to have a lot of shitty things happen to you.

he pulls off shiro’s ridiculous alien cock reluctantly, long enough to kiss his stomach and look up at him as sincerely as he can after just having been sucking dick. this really isn’t the big rescue scene he’d pictured, but obviously nobody is going anywhere until shiro remembers their names and will consent to let them kidnap him. ]

Come on, Shiro, I know you remember us. You have to remember something before the Galra-- [ he hesitates, and then presses on doggedly. ]

You have to remember Keith, right?

[ maaaaaybe not. the exact circumstance of keith fucking him but whatever what does lance know about psychic bonds and how to restore them. ]

[ It's always been overwhelming to have someone poking around in his head; it's been invasive, terrifying. Zarkon and Haggar don't bother to be kind about it; kindness is a weakness, and weakness will get you killed. Shiro's always been able to stand it where he can; either he got stronger and dealt with it, or he suffered for his weakness. That was the Galra way, he was told, and for someone not Galra, he did a very good job of fighting through it.

Keith isn't like that, though. He's not forcing his way through the cracks and barriers, trying to shove things into his head or take it out. It's easier than that, Keith downright gentle as he pushes the memories at Shiro for him to sort through. Memories of Lance and Keith together, but it's not their room. He has to pause to take it in, swallowing hard when he recognizes items without really knowing how. That's my bed- he thinks, and feels his stomach twist and flip in response. This is all wrong; it's not his bed, his bed is on the Galra cruiser.

Sucking in a tight breath, Shiro tips his head back, tries to put up the wall again, tries to shove them out but he can't. Keith's presence is like a set of hooks in his mind, holding tight, not letting go until he gets his way. Shiro can't fight it despite how badly he wants to.

Worse - or maybe better, he doesn't know, he can feel Lance there, too. The soft blue overlaying Keith's harsh red in his mind, halves of a whole that Shiro knows down to his bones even though he shouldn't.

Who are you is a mostly rhetorical question. They've told him who they are, he knows their names, but the fact that they were someone to him is too much to take. Attachments are weakness and weakness is weeded out. They're right; he can't let the Galra know that there's anything here, even if it's not real. Whether or not they're lying, it's a Galra test, they're simply a trick, Shiro doesn't know but there's this awful part of himself that screams at the idea of letting the Galra know, about turning them in. You have to keep them safe, it says, though he's clearly done a shit job of it so far.

Shaking his head, he drops his hands down to Lance's and curls a hand through his hair, tugging him up so his lips press against the fat swell of Shiro's cock, where Keith's fingers rest. A shudder goes through him; it's different than his own hand, it actually feels good, better than his time with the Galra. ]

You should fuck him.

[ He steamrolls right past Lance's demands, thumbing idly over his bottom lip, shiny with spit and precome from mouthing over Shiro's dick. The comment is directed at Keith, though his eyes slide down and focus on Lance, eyes dark, hair mussed from Shiro's hands. ]

Come here.

[ He wants to say he's taking control of the situation like he has to; the Galra answer. He wants to say that he's not letting this get to his head, that he's dedicated to the Galra empire and all it means but it's not that easy. Lance isn't as familiar in this, but that doesn't matter. He remembers Keith, both of them on their knees in front of each other, kissing and touching aimlessly, simply for the sake and appreciation of doing it. He remembers Lance, oddly quiet, coming to just sit with him after a particularly hard mission, remembers wrapping an arm around him and hugging him. All of these softer, quiet moments start flooding him from out of nowhere, like a crack in a dam that's suddenly split wider.

Shuddering, he holds onto Lance tighter, anchoring himself and then he looks at Keith and feels his heart jerk in his chest.

It's supposed to be a demand to get out of Shiro's head with this, to stop overwhelming him with it - it sounds more like a wrenched out plea, his throat tight. ]

You have to stop.

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