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Lance landed the shuttle outside the little hut in the middle of the desert, hoping out and glancing about. He really shouldn't have worried. Everyone was too busy preparing for Galra Invasion to bother with keeping track of him and besides, he wasn't even on Earth anymore. Hence the shuttle and not the Lion. Lance strolled casually towards the hut, hands in his pockets. Why the hell would Kolivan call him all the way out into the middle of nowhere on a nameless planet that was kinda hard to find? All the Blade leader had mentioned was that Keith was 'hurt' and Lance needed to come immediately. Apparently, no one else had responded to Kolivan's calls.
He reached the hut and knocked on the door. "Kolivan?"
The door swung open to reveal a slightly disheaveled-looking Galra, his white braid undone and messily hanging over one shoulder. "Finally!" Kolivan said and yanked Lance into the room. "Thank god you're here, Lance, he's unbearable!"
"Uh, what?" Lance was a little stunned, and Kolivan's grip on his wrist was a little too tight. "What are you talking about? Where's Keith?"
Kolivan released him and backed off a few steps, gesturing to the stairs that led down. "Downstairs, but, uh, you may want to...wait a little..."
"What happened?" he asked, gaze narrowed on the shifty Galra across from him.
Kolivan winced. "There was an...incident?"
Lance stared at him. Did he even want to know? Of course he did! He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "What. Happened."
"I told him not to smell the flowers!" the Blade hissed, dragging both hands over his head. He looked so distressed that Lance was tempted to ease up on him, but he decided to remain firm instead. "But he insisted!"
He sighed again. "Show me."
Kolivan stared at him for a moment then sighed and turned to lead the way downstairs. Lance couldn't help taking a closer look now that he wasn't so focused on whatever Kolivan had been saying. The man's flightsuit had been torn in a couple places and Lance was pretty sure the dark, wet patch of fur on the Galra's neck was a fucking hicky. He squinted, gaze darting back down to find several holes punctured in the back of the man's suit.
Well, something had certainly happened, and Lance wasn't sure he was liking it.
The Blade leader led the way downstairs into a warren of tunnels and rooms. They passed through what appeared to be a common room, where several of the slightly smaller blades were all pressing their foreheads into the tables and groaning lowly, before passing into a darkened hallway with a single door at the end.
Kolivan stopped right outside it and turned to Lance, a grimace on his face. "Uh, fair warning before we go in... It might be a little...intense...."
"Intense?"
Instead of answering him, Kolivan just shook his head and opened the door. It slide open and Lance was treated to the sight of Keith's bare ass as he thrust into another blade member. Keith had the Galra pinned to the bed face-first and was growling something lowly in what appeared to be Galran. Lance couldn't help staring. What the actual fuck?
Lance blinked and then turned to look at Kolivan. The Galra was visibly trying not to stare at Keith and the other Galra. "Okaaay, how long's he been like this?"
Kolivan winced. "Three days."
"Oh, sweet jesus," Lance whispered and closed the door again. The sight--and sound--cut off, and he turned to face Kolivan. "Okay. Keith's clearly in season....but you mentioned flowers?"
"Ahprodisiac flowers," the Galra muttered, arms crossed over his chest and studiously not looking at the door that hid Keith from view. "I told him not to smell them, but you know what he's like. He never listens."
"Sounds like Keith," he muttered and shifted to lean against the door. "So, then what happened?"
"Well....we'd finished the mission, so I brought him back here." Kolivan exhaled heavily and leaned against the wall beside the door. "Four days ago, he started to...well...smell really good, and then three days ago, this." He gestured to the door. "At first, he didn't mind, y'know...." Kolivan cleared his throat and gestured to himself. "Hence my state, but then he started getting a little...dominant, and I don't exactly do well submitting to others, so some of the others offered to take turns." The Galra looked back down the hall towards the common room. "And you saw the results of that."
"Geez," Lance whispered, also glancing back down the hall. "So, why am I here?"
Kolivan offered him a sheepish look. "I thought you might help? Since you, uh...helped before..."
Lance rolled his eyes. "So you thought, just because I was Keith's casual partner before, that you'd call me in to help deal with this?"
"Well, er....yes?"
He heaved a sighed and pushed off the door. "I see. And what makes you think I'm willing to help?"
"I can smell your arousal, Lance."
"Fucking Galras," Lance hissed and sent Kolivan a glare. "I always forget that you can smell that shit."
Kolivan laughed at him. "So, are you willing to help?"
Lance groaned. "Of fucking course I am."
"Good."
They stared at each other for a moment. Lance cleared his throat while Kolivan ran his hands over his head again. It was so awkward, but what could Lance do? Apologise? Hell no. He was about to get the dicking of a lifetime, he wasn't gonna say no to that. And he certainly wasn't gonna apologise for it.
"Soooooo, now what?"
"Now we wait until the poor guy stumbles out of the room," Kolivan muttered, sparing a glance for the door. He frowned. "Keith should fall asleep soon."
"Asleep is good, but for how long?" Lance asked, also sparing the door a glance.
"An hour, if we're lucky."
Lance considered the door for a moment, gaze narrowed. Plenty of time for a few...adjustments first. "So, I have time to get prepared?"
"Probably, yes."
"Good."
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An hour later, Lance was hovering outside the door to Keith's room. He was hesitating, he knew he was, but he couldn't help it. He knew that Keith could seriously hurt him, but he was still willing to help his friend and sometimes fuck buddy. Lance sighed wistfully. He missed his friends, but Shiro and the others were busy with the preparations.
The door slid open, making Lance jump, and the Galra he'd seen under Keith earlier slipped out. He glanced up and meet Lance's eyes, then offered him a tired smile as the door closed behind him. "Hey."
"Hey," Lance responded. "How's he doing?"
"Still going. He fell asleep about an hours ago, but....y'know... Season hits us hard, so he's still pent up." The Galra clapped him on the shoulder. "You're turn now?"
"Yup."
The Galra laughed. "Good luck."
"Uh, thanks?" Lance hedged, but the Galra just laughed more and walked off down the hall. "Right..."
He stared at the door for a moment, then glanced back down the hall. Lance caught a glimpse of the Galra rounding the corner into the common room--there were long scratches down the blade's back--and heaved a sigh, turning back to the door to what was apparently Keith's room.
Well, there was nothing more to do and he had better suck it up and go face a horny half-Galra who was mid-fucking-heat. Lance squared his shoulder, opening the door and marched into the room. The fact that he didn't get pounced on almost immediately was a little anticlimatic. Lance frowned and glanced about, but he didn't see anyone. The room was a mess, but the bed had been remade with fresh sheets, and somewhere nearby, he could hear a shower running.
A groan jerked his head towards the only other door in the room, and Lance frowned. He crept towards the door, the sounds of both the moaning and the shower grew louder. Lance reached the door quickl--the room wasn't that big--and pushed open the slightly ajar door. It turned out to be a bathroom and the shower was clearly still running. The moaning had also gotten louder, so Lance crept into the room, hyper aware of the lube running down his thighs, and glanced around the partition into the shower cubicle.
Keith was leaning back against the wall, one hand around his cock and stroking steadily while the other hand was pressed against the wall for balance. Lance stared. He couldn't help it! Keith was hot! He was also squinting at Lance in confusion. Oh shit...
"Lance?"
"Hey, Keith," Lance said, hesitating for a moment before he slipped around the partition and into the shower. "I got a call. Apparently you might need some help?"
"Fucking Kolivan," the other boy grunted and thrust up into his hand with a moan. "Why the fuck did he, ugh, call you?! I told him to keep you away!"
Lance stopped short, frowning. "Wait, what?"
Keith just shook his head and stilled his hand. "It doesn't matter now, does it?" he hissed, and Lance could see his legs shaking. "Get over here, then."
"You're close," Lance said, and moved to Keith's side. "Let me help."
"How?" Keith asked, eyes narrowed. Lance just striped off and slid to his knees between Keith's legs. "Oh..."
He smirked and slid his hands up Keith's thighs, taking note of the way the other boy's hand fell away from his cock and pressed against the wall. He liked the way the water fell over him, over them both, and smirked wider. "Just breathe," Lance told him, and kissed Keith's toned abs, licking at the water sluicing over them. The other boy sucked in a sharp breath, and Lance shifted lower to do it again. "I'll take care of you, Keith..."
Then he shifted to lick at the tip of Keith's cock, liking the slightly sweet, salty taste of the other boy's precome. Keith let out a low moan, and Lance took the opportunity to suck the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head, then flattening it down against the underside and guiding the thick shaft deeper. Water helped to ease the way, but he ignored it for now. All his focus was on Keith's cock in his mouth.
"Yes," Keith hissed above him, and suddenly there was a hand in his hair. Lance moaned and dug his fingers into Keith's thighs, water pounding down voer his headand making it slightly hard to breathe through his nose. "Yesss." And then Keith was pushed his head down, and it was all Lance could do to take it.
God, he loved it when Keith did that. Lance moaned again, and Keith's hips jerked up, choking him a little. And he couldn't pull away, not with the death-grip Keith had on his hair. A second later and Keith was coming, cock pulsing in his mouth, his throat, and finally easing up on Lance's hair.
Lance drank everything down then pulled off gently, wiping water out of his eyes. "Better?" he asked, voice sounding absolutely wrecked. Oh, the things Keith did to him. And he was still hard as a rock! Hell, Keith's cock was already filling up again, and it hadn't even been a minute. "What the fuck kind of flowers did you sniff?"
Keith laughed. "I'm sure Kolivan told you."
"He did," Lance told him, and patted his thigh. "Triggered your heat thing, right?"
"Pretty much."
Lance sighed and sat back on his heels, heedless of the way his cock was rock hard and throbbing, sitting upright between his legs. "How much longer before it's over?"
"Dunno," Keith said, and slid down the wall onto his butt. "But I'm surprised I'm this lucid, to be honest."
Lance hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe it's a psuedo-heat?"
"Maybe."
They stared at each other for a moment before Keith tilted his head back against the wall, blowing out a heavy sigh. Lance shifted slightly, feeling the plug in his ass press against his prostrate, and smothered the little moan that threatened to escape. He bit his lip, and wrapped a hand around his cock, pumping slowly.
"Bed?" Lance suggested and Keith laughed. "I'll take that as a yes, then?"
Keith snorted at him, reaching up blindly to turn off the water. "It's always a yes when you're involved, Lance."
It took a few minutes before either of them could get back on their feet, and it was Keith who managed it first, offering Lance a hand up. He took it gratefully, and then turned to walk back into the bedroom only to be stopped by a hand on his ass, fingers pressing between his cheeks. Lance stopped short, moaning at the way Keith's finger pressed the toy into all the right places.
"Lance...is this?"
"Yes, now shut up!"
Keith chuckled and the hand left his ass. Lance huffed out an annoyed breath and let Keith herd him towards the bed, turning his back away from the other boy briefly to ease the plug out. There was a low growl from Keith as it came free and Lance quickly tossed it aside. A moment later, he found himself face-first on the bed with Keith pressed up against his back.
"Did you do that for me, Lance?" he growled against his neck, and the sound went straight to Lance's cock. He moaned lewdly. "Did you get yourself all wet just for me?"
"Yes," he managed, and Keith laughed, pressing his face into Lance's throat. "Always for you..."
"Good boy," Keith purred, and that sent a shudder through Lance. Why did Keith always pick up on that shit? "Such a good boy...gonna fill you up with my cock, breed you right, yes?"
Lance groaned and pushed back against Keith, feeling the other boy's heavy cock against his inner thighs. "Yes, please, breed me, Keith!"
Keith growled again, and shifted back but only long enough for Lance to feel him line up his cock. Two fingers slid into him and Lance moaned at the feel of them, at the way Keith pressed up against his prostrate.
"So wet," the other boy muttered, and the fingers withdrew. Seconds later, they were replaced with the head of Keith's cock. And oh god, Lance had seen the ridges before, felt them in his mouth, but jesus, it was so good every single time. "Yes, take it, fucking take it!"
Lance moaned into the mattress as Keith eased himself into Lance's tight ass, and Lance couldn't help it. He couldn't stop moaning. He was sure the Galra outside the room could probably hear him, but then he remembered how he didn't hear Keith fucking into the Galra earlier and figured it was probably sound-proofed. Which meant he could be as loud as he fucking wanted. Hell yes.
"Ugh, Keith, fucking breed me!"
"Certainly trying," Keith growled, and then he bottomed out and Lance moaned loudly. "Fuck, you're so tight, Lance."
"Will you just fuck me already?" Lance hissed, turning his head so he could catch a glimpse of Keith over his shoulder.
"Only if you beg me."
Keith was smirking, the bastard. Lance sent him a glare, or the best glare he could give at the moment, with Keith's dick in his ass. It only made Keith's smirk grow. "Fuck you," Lance muttered, and closed his eyes. "Fine, please, Keith, will you fuck me? Breed me? Make me yours?"
"Mine," Keith breathed, and pulled almost all the way out. "Mine." And he thrust back in, making Lance arch his back at the pleasure-pain of it. "Mine."
And then Keith proceeded to fuck him into the mattress. Lance loved every second of it, moaning loudly and lewdly with every thrust, scrambling to grab ahold of the blankets, the sheets, Keith's hip, anything he could get a good grip on. Keith's hands were bruisingly tight on Lance's hips, his thighs, the back of his neck. And Lance couldn't help pushing back into Keith, helping him along, trying to fuck himself on the other boy's cock when Keith stopped moving briefly.
"Keith!" Lance whined, and the other boy chuckled darkly. "Keith, don't just fucking stop like that, you dick!"
"Beg me for it, Lance."
"Please, Keith, just fuck me already!"
Keith chuckled and thrust deep, bottoming out with a grunt. "Thought you wanted me to breed you?"
"Please," Lance whinied, and Keith laughed, pulling Lance up onto his hands and knees.
"Brace yourself on the wall, Lance."
Lance followed instructions and placed his hands on the wall, bracing himself, and Keith pulled back only to thrust forward roughly. "Like this?"
"Just like that," Keith grunted, using his grip on Lance's hips to pull him back onto his cock. "Perfect, don't move you hands."
"Oh, god," he whispered, letting his head hang down as Keith fucked him deeply. "Oh, god, don't stop!"
"Gonna breed you," the other boy muttered, almost absently, "gonna knot you good, Lance." He grunted and thrust deeply again. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You want my knot, don't you? Want me to breed you good, don't you?"
"Ugh, fuck, yes!" Lance moaned as Keith fucked him faster. "Yes! Breed me, Keith! Give me your fucking knot, please!"
Keith thrust deep again, and ground his hips against Lance's ass. He could feel a bit of pressure against his hole, could feel it fluttering, and the Keith somehow managed to thrust a little deeper, and then the other boy was coming. Lance moaned at the feel of Keith's hot come filling him up, at the extra pressure of what was apparently Keith's knot against his prostate, and came. He soaked the bed below him first with come, and then with piss.
"Oh, god," Lance whispered, and Keith laughed.
"Did you just..?"
"Shut up!" he moaned, legs and arms shaking. Keith was the only thing currently holding him up, and that was quickly changing. "Gods, you're fucking terrible."
Keith laughed again and gently lowered Lance down to the bed, shifting them so that they were laying on their sides, and not in the puddle that Lance had left on the bed. "Sorry," he said, stroking sweat-damp hair out of Lance's eyes. "Didn't think you were gonna do that."
"Ugh, I didn't think I was gonna do that."
"I figured as much," the other boy said, smothering a chuckle. He shifted to pillow Lance's head on his bent arm and sighed. "We're gonna be stuck like this for a while... Sorry again."
"It's fine," Lance muttered, completely boneless against Keith. "Was good. Really, really good."
"Fuck," Keith grunted, hips jerking as another load of come flooded Lance's insides. "Don't fucking say that right now."
Lance chuckled weakly. "Sorry."
"Don't apologise. It happens."
He snorted. "You bred me so good, Keith," Lance added, soft and breathless, and heard Keith swear behind him. Lance snicked, even as Keith's hips jerked again, though this time there was no come. "Problem, Keith?"
"Fuck you, Lance."
"Kinda already did," he pointed out, and Keith just buried his face in Lance's hair with a pitiful little moan. "And damn, I forgot how much of a manhandler you are."
Keith just groaned at him. "Go the fuck to sleep, Lance."
"You know you can still fuck me if I do sleep, right?"
"Oh, for fuck's sake!"
Lance smirked and wriggled back into Keith, hissing in a sharp breath at the feel of Keith's still-hard cock hit all the right places. "How the fuck can I sleep when you're still so fucking hard?"
"Just fucking shut up, then," Keith hissed, grinding against his ass--and Lance could feel something leaking out past Keith's knot. Jesus. Lance chuckled, taking Keith's free hand and drawing it around him. "Please."
"I'll try, Keith. No promises."
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Lance woke to the sounds of flesh-on-flesh and moaning. He blinked his eyes open and glanced to his left only to find Keith face-first on the mattress with Kolivan behind him. The older Galra had one of Keith's arms twisted up behind his back, but it didn't look very painful and it seemed that Keith was really enjoying it, if the way his cock was hanging down, rock hard and angry red, was any indication. Lance stared, watching the way Kolivan's considerably bigger dick sank down into Keith's ass at a punishing pace. He was memorised by it, absolutely entranced by the sight.
"Damn," he breathed and Kolivan glanced towards him. "That's fucking hot."
Kolivan laughed. "You couldn't take it, little one, but you're welcome to try."
"Fuck."
"Kolivan!" Keith hissed, and it was only then that Lance noticed that the Galra's other hand was in Keith's hair, tugging not-so-gently. "Don't get distracted, for fuck's sake!"
Kolivan snorted. "You're talking too much."
"Maybe you should shut me up, then?"
"I've been trying," the Galra hissed, and slapped Keith's ass. Keith grunted. "But you're so damn loud, you woke Lance up."
"What?" Keith pushed up onto his elbows and glanced towards Lance. "How about he shuts me up, then?"
"Brilliant idea." Kolivan grinned and pinned Lance with a look. It went straight to his already half-hard cock. "What do you think? Think he needs a cock in that mouth of his?"
Keith groaned and Lance sat up quickly. "Fuck," he breathed and scrambled around to sit up against the wall in front of Keith. "Hell yes. Suck my cock, Kogane."
"God damn it, Lance," Keith muttered, but he bent to task regardless, sucking Lance down like a fucking pro.
"Jesus," Lance muttered, sliding his hands into Keith's hair and gripping tightly. He proceeded to fuck Keith's face, the other boy moaning around his dick. "Jesus, he sounds like a fucking whore."
"Doesn't he?" Kolivan said, and picked up the pace again, having slowed to watch Keith take Lance's cock into his mouth. "Just wait until I knot him."
"Oh, sweet lord, you're both gonna kill me."
"Nah," the Galra said, chuckling, "just gonna make you come in his mouth."
"Fuck," Lance hissed, hips jerking up into Keith's mouth. It only made the other boy moan more, and gods, Lance was sure he'd died and gone to heaven, because this? This was just too damn good, too damned much. "Fucking hell!"
"You know he's got a breeding kink, right?"
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Lance threw his head back. "Not you, too! And yes, I fucking know. What do you think we were doing stuck together for however long it was?"
"Ah, I thought you might've indulged him," Kolivan said, still causually fucking into Keith, causing the younger man to suck harder on Lance's cock, which in turn made Lance swear violently. "He gets really into it, doesn't he?"
"Fuck," Lance panted, grip knuckle-white on Keith's hair. "Yeah, he really does. Think he's listening to us or just too blissed out to care?"
Kolivan snorted. "Bit of both, probably."
Keith pulled off his cock with a lewd pop and Lance hissed, looking down at the other boy. "I am listening, you know. Just a bit busy sucking your cock, Lance."
"Then get back to it," Lance growled, jerking on Keith's hair. Keith moaned, and obliged, leaning down to lick at the slit of Lance's cock and humming at the taste. "Fuuuuuck."
Kolivan grunted, and fucked into Keith hard, grinding against the younger man's ass. "Just a little more," he hissed, and glanced up in time to meet Lance's gaze. "How's his mouth?"
"So fucking good," he moaned, and Kolivan laughed, grinding a little harder before stilling with a sigh. Keith tensed up between them and then moaned around Lance's cock, pushing back into Kolivan. Lance felt Keith's throat contract around his cock and hissed, twitching and coming down the other boy's throat. "Fuck, Keith..."
Keith swallowed it all down and then pulled off with a little groaned, shifting to press his forehead against Lance's hip. "Oh, fuck," he muttered, panting lightly. "Oh, fuck, just....ohhhh, yes."
"You like it when I breed you, don't you, Keith?" Kolivan growled, and Keith had a full body shudder. Lance watched with half-lidded eyes as Kolivan leaned down over Keith to put his mouth by the other boy's ear. "You like being full of my come, like the idea of my knot keeping it all inside you, don't you?"
"Yes," Keith sobbed, rocking back on Kolivan's cock. Lance could only watch as Kolivan reached under Keith. The other boy cried out and Lance felt the splash of something sticky and warm against his ankle. "Oh, gods, yes....breed me, fill me up, oh fuck."
"Jesus, that's hot," Lance muttered, and Kolivan chuckled again. "Fucking hell."
"Told you," the Galra muttered, and then gently guiding himself and Keith onto their sides, facing Lance. "Moans like a little whore." He grunted, hips jerking into Keith again. "Such a sweet sound. Don't you think?"
"Fuck, it's something." He chuckled and slide down to lay facing them, stroking Keith's sweaty forehead. Lance leaned forwards to press a chaste kiss them and sighed. "Now I know you make sure you're not home during your heats...."
"Galra seasons can be intense."
"No shit."
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Three Months Later...
Lance rolled over in his bed, reaching blindly for whatever thing was making a noise on the cabinet beside his bed. He was back at the Garrison on Earth, helping with the preparations again. He groaned when the ringing failed to stop and finally sat up to look for it. His comm was blinknig and making a horrible shrieking racket. He squinted at it and quickly answered.
"Hello?" he asked, surprised to find Kolivan calling him when the holo lit up. "What's up?"
"Hey Lance," the Galra said, and he looked a little...sheepish? Lance frowned. That was weird. "How have you been?"
"Mmh, good. You guys? Y'know, the Blades and all that?" And oh, god, he was rambling. Stop it, Lance, stop it, just shut your damned mouth. "And Keith?"
"Mmh, good. Better than good, but, uh... Keith wants to tell you something."
Kolivan seemed to hesitate, then glanced off to the side. Someone was clearly just out of frame, and that's when Lance noticed that he was in Keith's room. The one from that little base on the desert plan where they had helped Keith through his aphrodisiac-inflicted heat. He narrowed his eyes at the Galra.
"Oh?" Lance asked casually, and perked up when Keith was shifted into frame. The other boy was laying on his side, curled into a fetal position. "Uh oh. What's wrong now?"
Kolivan snorted. "Nothing's wrong," he said and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned the camera away. "It's just...unexpected... Didn't think half-breeds could do it...hmph..."
"Kolivan? Keith?" Lance was really concerned now. "What the fuck is going on?"
"Keith's pregnant."
Lance panicked and cut the feed. "Fuuuuck. Fuck, fuck fuck." He rolled out of bed, tossed the comm onto it and shoved his hands into his hair. "Fuck, what even. How even. Fuuuuck." He paced away from the bed, hesitated, and then paced back, trying to remember if he had fucked Keith or if Keith had just fucked him. He was pretty sure it was the latter, and not the former, but still. "What the fuck? What the actual fuck?"
Suddenly, there was a knock on his door. "Lance?" Shiro. Shit. Lance panicked again, glanced between the comm and the door. "Lance, you okay in there?"
"No," he said, voice pitched far too high. "Nope. Just, uh....come back later."
"Lance." And that was Stern Shiro talking, and fuck. Lance sighed and moved to open the door, coming face to face with a frowning Shiro. "Lance, wanna talk about it?"
"Nope," he said, popping the 'p' and turnnig to pace back towards the bed. Shiro followed him in and closed the door behind him. "I mean, yes, but fuck. Fuuuuck."
Shiro crossed his arms and leaned back against the door, and just watched him. Lance sighed and flung himself back onto the bed. How the hell was he supposed to explain this to Shiro? Keith was like his little brother! Ugh. He groaned and threw an arm over his face.
"You gonna tell me what you're panicking about?"
"Keith's pregnant," he muttered, mostly into his arm and he heard Shiro suck in a sharp breath.
"What."
"You heard me."
Shiro was suddenly kneeling on the bed, lifting his arm away from his face. "Are you sure?" the older man asked, frowning again. "Absolutely sure?" He nodded. "You know that human males can't get pregnant, Lance."
"But apparently Galran ones can."
"Oh, fuck."
Lance laughed. "Exactly."
The comm began ringing again and Lance sighed, feeling over the bed until he found it and answered it again. The holo popped up to show both Kolivan and Keith staring into the camera. Lance sat up and offered them a sheepish smile, hyperaware of Shiro shifting to sit beside him. It didn't take them long to notice Shiro.
"Hey guys," Lance said, but Keith's gaze was fixed on Shiro and he'd suddenly gone pale. "Uh, not mine, right?"
"Kolivan's," Keith said, and then darted out of the shot.
"Thought so."
"Kolivan," Shiro said, "what the fuck?"