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Are you always that bossy? I kinda like it.

( He sounds amused, volume low. )

[ the day was always coming, but even so when the prison sentries finally drag keith out of his cube, it doesn't actually feel real. he delays as long as possible to send shiro a text, but even that had been too much time wasted and keith had only managed to send a hel before the tablet had been snatched out of his hands.

is that enough? keith doesn't know. for someone who's been adamant about not wanting to think about whatever this sexperiment entails, he sure as hell hasn't been all too successful. drug testing had seemed the least horrifying outcome that said, but as he gets shoved into the activity room and spots a robot with seven tentacle like limbs and a mouth hanging grotesquely open, the horrified revulsion that comes over him propels him to try and fight.

however, his suspicions about aphrodisiac testing hadn't been entirely off the mark. tentacles lift up, squirting jets upon jets of lube and aphro from across the room. it's at this point that his memory gets fuzzy. he remembers dodging under desks, using a chair as a shield and then suddenly being soaking wet and ... ah.

next thing keith knows, he's been physically hauled up from where he'd been on all fours, trying to pull himself together he manages a smile seeing his best friend, but the fact that he isn't actually protesting when he gets scooped up in shiro's arms is probably a good indicator that not all is well. frankly, the brisk march back to the cubes is even less memorable as heat rachets inside keith's body, turning his cheeks a dusky pink and his breaths ragged by the time they managed to get inside shiro's unit.

hands shoot down to try and conceal the tenting of his tight yoga pants, but the gesture is at best contrary when keith opens his mouth only to groan by shiro's ear. ]

Fuck, it's hot. And you're hot which isn't helping.

[ turns out writing a note for an anonymous hook-up to then leave inside a book on the same shelf turned glory hole from a week ago is tougher than it sounds. it sounds stupid too and that’s right on the money. this is stupid, but the alternative is passing another night staring at his cube’s ceiling, failing at not thinking about keith getting off in that same cot, yet succeeding at his refusal to squeeze one out. consciously, at least. his body betrayed him last night. first by giving into exhaustion. second by still having enough energy to conjure up a nightmare. no, not the usual kind with galra and blood and screaming. this one had featured keith and a distinct lack of platonic friendliness. shiro woke up to drool on his pillow and him grinding a wet spot into the bedding.

so. drastic times call for drastic measures.

finding a willing partner wouldn’t be so difficult, but being shiro requires thought and a screening process that’s too exhausting for his frayed patience to follow through with. the man from the library took shiro without shiro even having to breathe a word. that’s what shiro wants; a reprieve. he wants a stolen moment in which he doesn’t have to think about how he will be perceived. just once more, just to get this pent-up, horrifically inappropriate want out of his system, and then he’ll go back to his more measured, yet persistent approach to his sentence sheet.

in the meantime, he’ll stick with the long-shot chance of his anonymous man passing by their shelf and not only seeing the note, but responding to it. it’s been a few hours now and upon his first inconspicuous check, his note had been there, still peeking out of a short, thin book, sandwiched between two tall, hefty novels, all standing at eye level right above where anonymous man made a mess.

Can’t stop thinking about you. Round 2?

he’d had longer notes, some even explaining how he hasn’t gotten off that good in ages, but ultimately, he’d settled for short and to the point. besides, if someone else finds it first, at least there’s nothing incriminating. so, with his first check a bust, shiro will be back in another few hours. hopefully his luck will turn around by then. ]

[ there’s never a dull day in porn prison. at least, that’s what one would think. the truth of the matter is that life confined within horny jail is hit or miss in the excitement and/or traumatizing departments. since the job fair of last month, shiro’s been treading water. reporting to maintenance three days out of the week has provided some variety but other than that, his days have remained mostly the same: workout, avoid spiked food, check in on the team and work through his sentence sheet. he hasn’t been doing so well with that last one. his sheet has remained unchanged for weeks now. he’s convinced there’s something wrong with his monitor, because he’s met up with anonymous a number of times now and anal continues to be unchecked. xeno isn’t checked off either for that matter; he may only be observing anonymous through a door, but it’s pretty obvious that the other man isn’t entirely human.

obviously, he needs to issue a formal complaint. it’s the monitor, not him. it can’t be him. except, maybe there is something to the replies he received on that genius idea, network post of his. afterall, he’s kissed keith a grand total of three times now and shiro hasn’t heard the other boy’s tablet chime once. maybe his technique is off? maybe he isn’t – good?

ridiculous.

so back to there never being a dull day in porn prison: the last couple of days have actually held true to that. which has made complaining about his monitor an issue for the backburner. there are more worrisome things going on, such as aphrodisiac laced rain and prosthetic dicks prowling the compound. it’s on one of these days of taking to the safety of indoors that shiro winds up in education, with a director, a script, and an offer to work through his community service in an unconventional way.

at first? the go to response is no. but then the idea perculates and he thinks about how this could settle the matter once and for all. if he has someone associated with the prison in the room, watching, and his monitor still doesn’t go off? then he can nip it in the bud right there by demanding his monitor be switched. it’s not like his efforts will go to waste either; director sheremi can vouch for him and surely the alien overlords would do right by shiro to manually change his sheet. and perhaps the most compelling argument in favor is that shiro’s been eyeing dogging since the beginning, wondering how he’s meant to handle that.

this is a controlled environment. safe, easy – shiro doesn’t have to think about it at all. just show up, perform, and then be done with it. of course, this all derails the moment he steps onto the set and immediately recognizes his co-star. ]

What are you wearing?

[ hi, keith. hi, best friend who has very long legs clad in thigh high boots while the rest of him is barely covered in the mockery of a lab coat. shiro isn’t much better. he’s got tiny cargo shorts, heavy duty boots, and a top that’s too tight and too small, with an open chest that ties a few inches above his belly button. in his right hand, he’s got the script for jurassic dong, the booklet crinkling slightly with the tightening of his fingers. feeling exposed, shiro fights the urge to fidget, expression vaguely distressed. ]

How did you get talked into this?

[[ In addition, a package will arrive at his door containing his approved uniform. ]]

[Sooooo... about letting Shiro know if he was right.]

You were right.

Hey, um, Shiro? I got a question for you that's, well, it's kind of a weird one and maybe kinda personal so you don't have to answer it if you don't want to, but-- wait. I should probably ask if it's okay to ask in the first place, so uh... can I ask you a question that might be a little personal? You're allowed to say no if you want, I promise I won't be like, upset or anything!

[ he's been wanting to ask this for a while and never managed to find a good time or remember to ask it when he had the chance before. ]

[ blood curdling screams coming from the vents followed by a hasty lockdown procedure does little to convince keith that he ought to be staying put in his cube. call it paladin tendencies or low self preservation instincts, but either way after relaying his intention to investigate to shiro, his best friend quickly agrees to join in. they can back each other up this way and keith had seen little benefit to arguing.

sure, theres a valid point to be made that shiro shouldn't be wandering into a dangerous situation when he doesn't have armor to protect him, but keith knows his best friend can dig trenches with his heels and the closest thing to a satisfying resolution keith will get here is an unspoken promise to himself that no matter what they find down in the underground tunnels that he will make sure shiro is safe.

so with a whole debate skipped over, the two proceed down into the tunnel beneath commissary and start to walk. no matter how quiet they try to be, the metal beneath their feet rings with each step, making a stealthy approach all but impossible. perhaps reassuringly, there's no sign of a bloodbath within the tunnels themselves, but all the same that distinctive ferrous stench of spilt blood stinks up the air. keith stays tense throughout, taking the lead (and in theory, the brunt of the danger should something try to ambush), with his bayard drawn and activated.

stay sharp.

about a wuarter of the way into the tunnels, keitch catches a glimpse of the tunnel wall to his left rippling like an thin veil of water distorting the concrete. keith turns on his heel, blade and pointed directly at the distortion as it moves around until it takes a distinct shape and form behind shiro.

there, a cloaked figure wearing a mask simply appears. how and why are two questions that fire off immediately, but are just as quickly sidelined because another distortion creeps up along the walls and shimmers into view in front of keith. keith whirils around =, teeth grit to glare down what he assumes at first is going to be another fucking one of the druids, but no.

this one is withered and sickly. a bloated corpse partly eaten up by tendrils of quintessence with long flowing white hair, and glowing yellow slits for eyes. guts twisting with the sudden recognition, keith blurtsL {

Lotor?

[ no. no. sure, these porn aliens have demonstrated an uncanny ability to get into seemingly every reality, which might imply they'd be just as capable of getting into the sapce between them too, but why the fuck would they bring lotor back??

the creature, if it can be said to be alive, chuckles humorlessly, laughing with one with the masked druid. repressing a sudden sick brought on by a rush of adrenaline, keith briefly glances over his shoulder to look at shirp: ]

Shiro, we got this. Okay?

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