Lotor's PoV:

Lotor didn't dare ask Matt for new information on the energy levels on the Voltron ship until after he'd been shown his quarters. The castle was big enough to fit a complete population, so the mere fact that only seven people lived on this thing was quite shocking. They had a hangar left for Lotor's ship to dock in and Lotor was given a tour around the castle by the Princess.

Somewhere down the line, they left Lotor alone in his quarters after he'd asked for privacy. That's when Lotor contacted Matt again. He sat down on the bed in the relatively big quarters and opened the holographic communicator. Matt, who'd also been shown to his room, close to his sister's, answered with a quick: "Hello, Sir. What can I do for you today?" He saluted into the screen like he usually did. Lotor assumed it was a human joke or something.

"Have you been keeping track of Karak'nirir's energy levels?"

"I have." Matt's humorous expression quickly shifted to seriousness. "After I learned that this castle is protected by my sister's code... I was let in after I revealed who I was. She was searching for me, so she left a code for me. I should have noticed it sooner. I can get in, all I need to do is put in my DNA code and -"

"Matt, please get to the point." Lotor didn't mean to be impatient but once he let Matt go on a tangent about any technical thing, he'd never stop talking.

"Right." Matt cleared his throat. "She's here." The words hit Lotor right in his chest. "Or rather, her energy is. It's crazy. It's like the ship is made out of her and the lions' energy is very similar to hers. Do you think we might have been following them instead?"

Lotor bit his lip. "That's a good assumption... but then it wouldn't make sense that her presence was in that restaurant."

Matt hummed for a moment. "Well, I mean, couldn't it be that the reason why we can't find her is because she already chose her successor and they are here? On this ship?"

"That's ridiculous. She hasn't done that in five hundred years."

"It's not ridiculous." Matt's voice grew stricter. "Think about it. We were in that restaurant, but she wasn't there. Instead, we found the two paladins. And now we're on the ship, and she's somehow on board of this ship... or in the walls, who knows? If the lion's energy is similar to hers, wouldn't it make sense that she'd choose a paladin as her successor? After all, the quintessence of paladin's is said to be matched to the lion's."

Lotor blinked. "That does sound reasonable enough." He put his hand to his chin in thought. "But the princess isn't stupid. She'd never allow one of her paladins to simply give up their life to become successor to Karak'nirir. Her powers are way too dangerous. Besides, there were no irregularities in Voltron's movements either. They've been too calm and their princess can't risk losing one of the chosen paladins to certain death."

"Maybe it was an accident."

"You don't accidentally agree to become a god." Lotor took a deep breath. "But- I admit you have a point. We should probably keep an eye out on all of the paladins then. Especially the blue one."

"The blue paladin? Lance?" Matt snorted. "Why him? He's a nice guy from what I remember but he isn't really the smartest of the bunch. I remember his name because he replaced Shiro as leader of the queer club." At Lotor's questioning glance, Matt elaborated. "It's practically a club that fights for diversity and stuff. Human's are ridiculous. Space only has racism, which isn't any better but yeah... Humans also struggle with gender and sexual identities. Anyways-" Matt took a deep breath while Lotor tried to dissect what he'd just learned, "The point is, he got into a lot of trouble and I think his grades were pretty average, except for languages, those were brilliant, but-"

"Did you read his files?" Lotor had to ask this because this was a lot of information to know about someone you didn't really know.

"I have a photographic memory and I may have spent some time reading people's files, yeah. So, why Lance?"

Lotor narrowed his brows. "You haven't noticed?"

"Noticed what?"

Lotor's mouth twitched into a smile. "Well then I suppose you should take that back, Mr. Holt, because the blue paladin fooled you."

Matt blinked. "Fooled me to think what exactly? I've seen his grades and know his files. What could he have fooled me with?!"

"Grades are such an outdated system. It's no wonder your planet is so behind on things. I've met his type before, they are most dangerous. They make you feel like they trust you without question but deep down, they're calculating your behaviour and reactions. Everything they do, they do to test us. It was the blue paladin who decided that we're allowed to stay. That's why we need to keep an eye out on him."

Matt was quiet for nearly a minute before he answered. "Are you sure you mean him? I mean, he looked kind of sour to me, but we also interrupted his date."

Surprised, Lotor frowned. "How do you know it was a date?"

Matt shrugged. "Pidge said the entire team had been out on a spa day and those two were all alone, eating spaghetti from ONE plate." He paused. "Also she said that it was a date, so I figured I'd trust her judgment."

"Oh." Lotor thought about that for a second. "Anyway, this doesn't matter. Even if I misjudged his reactions, he is the BLUE paladin, ergo, the paladin of water. If you still believe that Karak'nirir chose one of the paladins as her successor, my bet would be on him. Especially since it was only red and blue in the restaurant."

Matt nodded thoughtfully at that. "Alright, fine. If THAT is true, however... My calculations say that the earliest they could have been on Ilianiar, where they'd first met Karak'nirir, based on the quickest route that Voltron could take through the Galaxy, would have been three months ago. Which would mean that the paladin has either survived longer than any of the previous successors, or -" Matt paused again to let it sink in, "she went with them for a minimum of two months before giving away her powers."

Lotor's eyes widened for a second. Regardless of whether option was true, both were mind blowing concepts. "I think it would be wise if we used our time here to figure out more on the matters of the blue paladin."

"Got'cha." Matt smiled at him. "If that's all, Sir. My sister and Lance invited me to play video games with them. Can I go?"

"Eh... sure." Lotor blinked away his confusion. Humans were a mystery to him. Even the adult ones enjoyed children games which was hardly something he would understand, but it was something he was slowly getting used to. "Have fun." Heck, he'd spent a giant detour finding this guy's father in the giant span of the universe, interrupted his search for Karak'nirir and almost missed her trail because of him, this was nothing.

"Thanks!"

The channel broke off and Lotor was left in darkness in his new, albeit empty room. This could be interesting, he decided then, as he lay down on the cold mattress. He may not agree with Voltron's methods, but if they managed to convince Karak'nirir to stay on their side, moreover, if they managed to gain her trust to the point of succession, then he may have to overthink his standpoint.

. . .

Last night, the red paladin had approached Lotor with clear hesitance and a sort of repulsion that only intimidated Galra would usually meet a higher ranking Galra with. Lotor hadn't known that humans could behave like that as well. Then again, in his experience, humans were as diverse as there were races in the universe. The red one, Keith, had asked Lotor to spar with him.

Lotor knew instantly that this wasn't the red paladin's idea. He seemed to be looking over his shoulder multiple times, even though no one was there and seemed to be fighting his own instincts to run. It seemed like the paladin's were trying to use the sparring to figure out what kind of person Lotor was. Amusingly, Lotor liked this approach because he would have done a similar thing, had he had to invite the paladin's as guests on his own ship, so he had agreed.

This morning, Lotor stood before the much smaller human Keith who wasn't wearing any gear, only his apparently typical black shirt and pants, while Lotor was still wearing his suit. At least he'd taken off that awful jacket Why the humans didn't wear their suits at all times, Lotor didn't know but he'd honestly like to ask.

The so called training deck wasn't very big. Lotor was used to fight in arenas or on real battlefields. His training deck was much bigger and far more advanced, but he supposed this training wasn't meant for him to exercise or improve. They likely sent the red paladin because he was the most talented fighter... or would that be the black paladin? Lotor recognised the style of the prosthetic that the paladin Shiro wore as Haggar's signature and she didn't give those out for no reason.

"You're Keith, is that correct?"

The red one growled a little, eyebrows furrowed into a displeased scowl. "Yes. It's not that difficult of a name, is it?"

Lotor noted that the guy wasn't only hostile, he completely disliked him. "Actually, it is. I'm not pronouncing it wrong, am I?"

The scowl intensified. "I'll have you know, your name sounds as pretentious as your voice, so I don't care how you pronounce my name. It will always sound wrong."

Ah... Interesting. Now that no one was watching, the man was no longer keeping his mouth shut. "I would like to remind you, red paladin, that it was YOU who asked me to spar and I am kind and curious enough to accept your offer. So, what exactly IS your position in Voltron. I get the whole 'right hand' thing... But are you a warrior? The tactician's bodyguard?"

The provocation hit right home as the red one lunged at Lotor. He couldn't be more obvious, as he targeted Lotor's right, which Lotor easily dodged. The next attack was a fist to his face, which Lotor also dodged. At Keith's next move, Lotor blocked the paladin's right arm with his own left, used his other for a knock to his sternum and then kicked him to the ground. The weight of both the punch and kick forced a grunt out of the paladin's throat as he slid over the floor. Coughing, the red paladin grabbed for his lungs and got to his knees.

Lotor tilted his head. "Not bodyguard then."

Something snapped inside the paladin as he lunged at Lotor once again, pupils turning to slits and - Lotor's own widened as what felt like claws ripped partly through the fabric of his suit. With another kick, Lotor threw him off, then straightened up in surprise as Keith got up again. His eyes still yellow with anger and uncontrolled rage. "You're part Galra."

Keith, in the middle of lunging again, stopped. "What?" He paused, caught himself and shook his head while his eyes turned back to normal. "How did you know?"

Lotor blinked away the revelation. "Your eyes... they turn Galra when you're angry." Lotor tilted his head. This was certainly most interesting.

Keith turned his gaze as if in shame and crossed his arms to deflect. "My mom was Galra. That's all I know."

"Huh." Lotor remained his balance but shifted his weight a bit. "I was under the impression that the Galra haven't made it to your planet yet."

"As was I." The man kept scowling at Lotor again, his ears twitching as if he were trying to focus on his surroundings more. Lotor could relate. The same way that Altean's had better vision, Galra had better hearing than humans and Lotor was gifted with both.

Which was also why at the next moment, Lotor recognised the same sound that Keith must have noticed. Only that Lotor wasn't familiar with the soft sound of sneakers sliding over metal floor. Almost as a reflex, Lotor pulled out a knife from one of his hidden pockets and threw them at the door. He regretted it almost instantly. Time seemed to slow down as Lotor's eyes widened, the blade mirroring most part of the room as Lance's expression came into view. One fraction of a tick passed... then there was the sound of a laser blast and the knife evaporated in the air.

Lotor froze in his throwing position for two ticks. The blue paladin had just-

Lotor stood straight now, a bit confused at what just happened. Not only had the blue paladin noticed he was there, he'd also noticed that Lotor threw a knife at him, AND materialised a gun and shot at the knife in less than a tick. His aim was perfect, the knife was completely gone. Yet, he sounded shocked. "What the hell, man?"

"You just threw a KNIFE at Lance! Are you serious?!" The rage in Keith's eyes was back, but this time sharper somehow, as even his teeth had somehow turned into fangs.

Lotor didn't know what to think. Lotor had learned how to fight at a very young age and trained in almost all forms of combat... That's why Keith's fighting style was familiar in a way. Keith's Galran genes could only make it easier for Lotor to read his movements, as he had been trained by Galran fighters and became a mentor for quite a few of them... especially half breeds. Sharp shooters, however... Lotor had rarely known one with such precise aim, never the less one with such quick reflexes. "I apologise, Lance." Lotor put one hand to his heart, a little more to calm his shock than to greet him. "You were very quiet, I mistook you for an intruder."

Lance put back his gun and instantly sported one of those smiles that Lotor couldn't read through. "Nah, it's all good. Keith used to do the same thing when I started joining him for training. You Galra types get really worked up when someone steps into your territory." The boy cheerfully marched towards them and put an arm and then his full weight on Keith. The angry kitten immediately relaxed, though his frown remained. "Although... I suppose Alteans have that too. The first time Allura threw a staff at me, I did get hit in the head. It was not fun." He turned his attention to Keith. "You okay man?"

"'m fine." The red paladin seemed to be pouting as if disappointed in himself somehow.

Lance hummed in approval, rubbed the red paladin's shoulder, then stepped aside. "Would it bother you if I watched?" Lotor's eyes followed the blue paladin moving towards the tribunes. "I wouldn't want to bother you, but it isn't all day that Keith gets his butt handed to him."

"Are you always so mean towards your boyfriend?," Lotor asked and almost jumped back into defence when the red paladin sputtered in protest.

"I'm not-!!! We're not- ... why would you even THINK-" The red one's cheeks were pretty damn red now. Lotor noticed how Lance's smile twitched a little but that was all the tell the man gave him.

"Keith, calm your tits, will you?!" One day, Lotor would get used to the blue one's bluntness, today was not such a day. "I actually want to make sure he doesn't skin you alive. He does have 10000 years of experience in battle on you, the fight can't be fair." The blue paladin sent the red one a calming smile but the red one was looking anywhere else.

Lotor relaxed slightly and made a few more mental notes. The red and blue one were not together, although the red one definitely had a crush on him and the blue paladin didn't seem to need a bodyguard.

"So you think I can't win," said Keith with a scowl.

"I think you can do anything you set your mind to, hot stuff." The blue paladin WINKED. Lotor was confused. Keith blushed. "I also think he'll kick your butt." The scowl intensified.

When Lotor turned back to his opponent, something in the red paladin's mind had shifted. Suddenly, he was no longer controlled by the his rage, the man was in full control. The shift may be minor, but it was a vital change. The next time Keith lunged at him, Lotor could no longer read where he would attack first, his attacks less sloppy and much more precise. Lotor no longer felt like he was fighting a pup but a full grown warrior. Keith hit Lotor in the shoulder while dodging Lotor's block. Yet, Lotor had more experience, better vision and was taller than the tiny half breed. In a matter of minutes, Lotor caught the quick human off guard and knocked him to the ground once more. When Keith looked up with the utmost hatred, Lotor extended a hand. "This round was way better, Keith."

Keith growled once more, but eventually took the hand to let Lotor help him up. Then, Lotor turned to the blue paladin. "Lance, right? Would you like to go against me as well?"

The blue one laughed, then shrugged. "Nah, I pass. I'm a long range fighter. No chance I'd try close range combat against a war general."

Keith frowned. "I fought him."

"Yeah!" Lance rolled his eyes. "But you're like... insane. You almost went in to fight Zarkon on your own when we first encountered him."

"It was our best shot!"

"Yes, and it almost got you killed." The judgement didn't seem to satisfy Keith because he avoided eye contact again. "Come on, man. I know you're like a fighting machine or something. You train even more than Shiro does, but you're also only 18. You think you can take down a magical infested war general... king guy who has bombs and robeasts and weapons? With your fist?"

Keith mumbled something under his breath and the blue one sighed. "Keith, my buddy, my man- I'm saying you're awesome and that I'm worried about you."

The tone shifted again, very suddenly as the red one's eyes widened again.

By now, Lotor was more than confused, so he turned to Lance, silently asking him what he was doing. The blue one read the question correctly. "He's not very good at reading between the lines, he needs some more direct approaches sometimes." Then, Lance scanned Lotor again. "You though- you're good at reading people."

Lotor twitched a smile. The entire exchange from just now had been a test. "Centuries of experience. I don't assume you have the same amount... but you are very good at reading people yourself."

Lance shrugged. "I have siblings." The boy smiled, as if that was the answer to everything, then he counted on his fingers. "I was the middle child, so I had younger people to take care of and older people to learn from. I also had to be aware of their different moods, I had to keep our family together, blend in when I didn't want to get blamed for stealing cookies and learn how to gain attention between a bunch of talented siblings." He looked at Lotor again. "I also learn very quickly if I have the right mentor."

Lotor nodded. He could respect that. Although he did notice that Keith was beginning to brood again. It slowly dawned on Lotor that what the red paladin was doing wasn't simply defending his territory or mistrusting Lotor, he was jealous. THAT, Lotor found very interesting. "I suppose then that the entire training here was to figure out what I'm capable of, wasn't it?"

Lance hummed in thought. "Interesting move you made there, Lotor. Telling me that you know how I think. It's a yes and a no."

"Is it." Lotor couldn't help but twitch a smile. He was beginning to feel like he was playing a kind of mental chess with the blue paladin, based entirely on observation, assumption and estimated guesses. This was his favourite game.

Keith seemed to slowly be catching on because his glance was now switching from Lance to Lotor, his arms loosening a tiny bit as if understanding that Lance was not flirting with Lotor, he was doing something far more risky. "It's not your strength I wanted to observe. If I wanted to know about that, I would have watched one of your arena fights. Although I do assume you're holding back there quite a lot."

"Very good." Lotor smiled, finally turning to fully face the blue paladin, who's legs were dangling off the bench he was sitting on. "You wanted to know what fighting ethics I have. Chivalry and honour and such."

"And your fighting style up close, yes." Lance smiled. "Also, the knife gave me a bit of an idea how much you care about your surroundings."

"You were making a sound on purpose."

"Perhaps."

Lotor's smile stretched into a grin. "And Matt wanted to believe you were the dumb one of the team."

Lance's smile twitched as if Lotor had somehow hit a nerve, or, as if he wanted Lotor to believe that he did. "Believe it or not, I am."

Lotor frowned, unsure how to read those words. Was this an insecurity... or was it a warning? "There aren't many who' reading game is on par with my own, blue paladin. I am wary of you, that is as much of a compliment as I can give."

"Thank you, then." He closed off, Lotor could tell. Their little game was over for today.

"I do have one question though, paladin Lance. What exactly is your position on this team? Tactician? Scout? Diplomatic leader?"

Lance narrowed his glance for a moment, then shrugged as he had before with the very same unreadable mask. "I'm the sharpshooter."

Somehow, Lotor felt like he was just checked.

"Well then," Lance clapped his hands. "Samurai, why won't you kick the prince's butt for a change?"

With that, Lotor had to return to the sparring. Although he understood now that his best way to get close to the rest of the team was through the blue paladin, he also knew that it would be a difficult ordeal. Keith's next attacks, were way harder to dodge.

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Keith's PoV:

Keith was frustrated. Scratch that, if frustration was a person it would be Keith. Keith had done his best fighting Lotor but he couldn't get more than a dozen hits in. He himself was in a state that almost required medical attention. Keith groaned as he threw the nearest object at the wall which happened to be his own shoe because Keith didn't own anything in space but his clothes and his mother's knife. When that didn't help, Keith let himself fall on his bed and covered his face.

He'd just showered but his face was wet from angry tears.

Trying to breathe more calmly, Keith turned around and buried his face in his pillow. Keith was an idiot. Although, this wasn't even fair.

The date had been supposed to be a closure for Keith. He'd planned on letting out all his feelings and frustrations on that date, just enjoy spending time with Lance and after it was over, he'd keep the memory and get the fuck over Lance. But none of that had worked. First, they had been interrupted by Prince motherfucking Lotor, then Lance had asked him out on another date, making Keith's heart ache and break and whatnot and now Lance was focusing entirely on their enemy.

Not only had Lance flirted with Lotor the moment they met each other, he was now challenging the man and Lotor looked PLEASED. What did that even mean? At lunch, Lotor had already been focusing a lot on Lance, now during the training that Lance had asked Keith to partake in, Lotor hadn't paid Keith any mind and neither had Lance. Not to mention that Lance only needed to say the word for Keith to follow- He had finally found someone who could catch up with his mind.

Keith groaned into his pillow. He was supposed to get over Lance, not worry over him or be jealous and yes, even though it was the worst thing Keith had ever felt, he couldn't deny it. He was jealous. The ugly thing had nested deep inside his heart and reared it's ugly head every time Lotor stepped into a room.

Keith would love to say that there was an age difference between Lance and Lotor that could never be overcome, but with Karak'nirir's powers, Lance could alter his own age if he wanted to. Surely. Not to mention that Lance couldn't read Lotor's mind, which meant that Lotor didn't need to rely on Lance's kindness to be eye level with him.

It was ridiculous, it should be ridiculous but Keith was in pain. Maybe the date had been a bad idea. He'd gotten himself a taste of what he could have had and then realised how much he really longed for it. It was bad, it was very bad. "How the hell am I supposed to get over him now?" The words were muffled by his pillow, never the less they rang in his ears. Not to mention that Lance hadn't even realised yet that Keith didn't just go on a date with Lance because Lance was willing and THERE, but -

Keith got up again and ran a hand through his wet hair. He should probably tell Lance. The whole truth, by being direct and honest and - Keith buried his face in his hands and groaned again. Confession would mean that Lance would give him an answer... again. It would wake what little hope Keith's heart had left and completely shatter him. The rejection was imminent and Keith had to get used to the thought of it before he -

Knock knock.

Keith's heart nearly stopped. "Who is there?" He quickly wiped off his tears.

The door slid open quietly. It entered Keith's worst nightmare. Lance, sporting a casual smile walked into the room and stopped right in the middle of it. Keith was already a mess, already completely done for and now he was here and Keith was not prepared. "We should talk."

Keith's heart restarted its beat, only forgetting what its original rhythm was. "I ... what? Why? Did I do something?" Had Keith done something around Lotor that he shouldn't have?

Lance's smile fell slowly and it was as if he was pulling off a mask. Suddenly, Lance was no longer the casually smiling calm boy he always pretended to be, Lance was vulnerable. Before Keith could protest, Lance sat down on the bed beside Keith and then turned to him. Lance's hand was warm when he put it around Keith's cold and sweaty ones. Keith's heart sank to his stomach. It was in this moment that Keith understood why Lance was here. "You know."

Lance nodded and there was no mistaking there. Lance knew that Keith had feelings for him and Keith wanted to melt into a puddle to get away from this moment. This was humiliating. "Keith, I-"

Keith stood up to face the wall, rather than Lance. "How did you find out?"

There was a moment of silence. "We were talking about our future. WHO we'd want to spent our future with and when you mentioned them, you were looking at me. Like when you think of your future, you were thinking of me." There was a pause. "Also you're like... super jealous of Lotor ever since he arrived and that's weird as hell, man."

Heat swept up to Keith's face, reddening his skin to the roots of his hair. "So, you've known since when? Yesterday?"

"Yes." Keith couldn't see Lance, so he didn't see his expression and it turned him mad. "I don't want to leave you waiting for an answer. It would be cruel of me to leave you hanging, when I've already took so long to notice."

Keith swirled around. "Who says I want an answer?!" Keith bit his lip. "I just want -" He flapped his arms up and down. The 'you' went unsaid but Keith got the feeling that Lance could tell.

"Keith-" Lance got up calmly and put a hand on Keith's shoulder. Keith cursed himself because his body reacted on its own and simply relaxed under the touch. "I like you."

"But?" Keith sensed a but. There was always a but. Keith knew there was always a but. When he met Lance's eyes, there was humour mirrored in them. Lance was smirking as he put a hand to Keith's cheek.

"No but."

Keith blinked. "What do you mean?!"

"I like you."

"Like as a friend? Which is why we'll never work, also we're paladins and can't risk the peace and -"

Lance laughed a little. Keith's heart sank even further. Lance was beautiful when he laughed and Keith was going to lose that. His tanned skin shimmered in the blue light of the castle's LEDs, his eyes piercing right into Keith's soul. His hair was soft, yet ruffled in a stylish, almost natural way and he was so close that Keith forgot how to breathe. And his lips... Keith didn't have the time to appreciate them in full because Lance suddenly leaned in and softly pressed them against Keith's own. The world was spinning and Keith felt like someone had just ripped the castle from underneath his feet.

Keith gasped.

Lance was kissing him. Lance McClain was kissing him! HIM! Keith! In his room! He came here to tell Keith that he liked him and then he initiated a kiss! It took Keith entirely too long to respond, but when he did he nearly lost his mind. Holy shit, Lance McClain liked him!

Any concerns for the universe were blown away as Keith leaned in to adjust to Lance's angle and deepen the kiss. His arms somehow found their way around Lance's shoulders, clinging on to him like he was afraid Lance would suddenly evaporate... which he could, if he wanted to. He didn't seem to want to.

Entirely too many emotions swirled in Keith's mind but he didn't care. Nothing mattered in that moment, except the fact that Lance liked him and that he was kissing him and that he was here at all.

When they parted, Keith could only see Lance, like a portrait from a master artist in a museum, made only for Keith to appreciate. It was his favourite painting, Keith instantly decided. "You okay there?"

Keith swallowed, not trusting himself to speak. "I think... I might actually want the answer."

Lance laughed again and pressed another soft kiss to Keith's mouth, check mating Keith's brain instantly. "I would like to be your boyfriend, if you'll have me."

Now Keith really couldn't breathe. "You mean that?"

"Keith!" Lance groaned. "It's hard enough to confess, can you like... be less vague?!" Lance took a deep breath. "I know how you feel, you've made that very clear yesterday. And just now. Who taught you how to kiss like that?" Was that jealousy in Lance's tone? Keith flushed a bit further even though Lance cleared his throat and then continued. "But when I read your mind, you were thinking that you'd only date anyone after the war is over and well... The war is still ahead of us, so -"

"Fuck that." Keith's eyes went wide as he recognised that he said those words himself. "Lance... I was thinking that because I was afraid my feelings would distract me. They are already distracting me. YOU are distracting me! I can't - I don't want to wait. We don't even know if we'll survive this war and I don't want to risk never getting to be with you again."

Lance's smile widened a tad bit. It was a genuine smile, not the one Keith found annoying but the one he found addicting. Not that there wasn't a single thing about Lance he didn't find addicting and now that he was exposed to it, Keith's mind ran entirely on adrenaline.

"Well if that is how you feel, Samurai, I feel like we should be getting back to business, shan't we?" The flirting was back.

Keith blinked confused. "It's not even lunch yet."

"I want to kiss you again, idiot."

Keith couldn't imagine that he would ever get used to this. But god damn it, did he wish that he would.