Shiro was standing in the door, watching in shock and confusion as Keith wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"Shiro..." Keith mumbled. Keith stood and walked until he was face-to-face.

"Why am I still thirsty?" He asked aloud, but he meant to just think it.

Shiro grew out of his shock, but kept his confusion, "You finally told him? You didn't put him in a trance, did you-"

"Shiro, I'm still thirsty," Keith interrupted, his natural instincts beginning to kick in. He wanted Lance, and he wanted Shiro--he needed both of their blood, now!

"He told me," Lance clarified, sitting up. "And dang you look hot standing there."

Keith slid a hand to the side of Shiro's neck, "I need... both of your blood."

Both Lance and Shiro averted their eyes to gaze at Keith.

Lance smirked, glancing at Shiro, "Come get it then."