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[parakalein]

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galra!shiro unf

[paladads]

[ It's something to do with the reality rift the Atlas slammed into mid-wormhole, that's what the mess boils down to as far as Shiro understands. Sam, Matt and Pidge explain it in Laymen's as so: "realities collided, we're going to have to untangle the threads before we can separate", which is how the ship gets stuck in space with a million weird things going on at once. Pidge has a twin male gremlin-thing following her around (Shiro's sure it's from the universe where that awful TV show is real), Slav has Sven for company, and the crew is experiencing a lot of doubles of themselves. The more violent encounters from visitors across the universe have been confined to the brig for now, meaning the incident has calmed down and people are growing accustomed to the oddities for as long as it takes their geniuses to fix it.

Shiro, being in the middle of the bridge when the spacetime collision occurred, was hit with the strangest alternate-reality of all, the blast strong enough to knock him out. When he woke up ...

He was galra.

Is, for the time being. It freaks him out initially to be over seven-feet tall and the owner of a tail that swats wildly, his Altean arm swapped for an approximation of his old galran one, literally twice the size of the tallest and broadest human aboard. So, apparently in the reality that smacked Shiro on his ass, the Alteans are evil and the Galra are the good guys ... or something like that, as he explains it to his friends. He can feel the Other Shiro somewhere beneath the surface, blended into his mind like the clone. Still, he carries out his duties and everyone gets on with the job of reshaping reality back to normal, leaving him some time to stop panicking in the privacy of his own cabin.

He bangs his forehead on the door on the way in, overlarge ears lowering reflexively in pain. ]

Ouch ...

[ Sitting on his couch, he slumps and inspects his fingers both metal and flesh, plum-dark fur scattered over his wrists where it leads under the Marmoran uniform that transmuted from his captain's clothes. He supposes he should be grateful the other universe's Shiro wears anything, some of the crew weren't so lucky.

That's where he hides, answering his pad in the secluded quiet. ]

UNFFFFF I LOVE THIS

[parakalein]

[ This whole thing is complete, utter madness.

Keith is no stranger to the craziness that sometimes happens whenever they venture into strange territory, but there are times when shit gets way too weird to do anything but just go along and find a way to end it, as soon as possible. Now is one of those times -- Keith is spared a headache in terms of his own doppelgangers/counterparts (he doesn't actually have one, which is troubling in itself, but that's for the other reality to deal with), but he and Shiro have been busy working with Pidge and the others to figure out a solution to the problem, and fast. He can't have their usual operations disrupted for long; what if trouble comes knocking?

And speaking of knocking, Keith immediately notices a glaring absence: Shiro's excused himself from the rest of them. While his older lover's unexpectedly startling appearance as a Galra had come as a shock, as did the character alignment of the species in general, Keith's more or less accepted it -- it's easier to process it when you know that it's most likely temporary, but it's obvious to Keith, in the glimpses he'd caught of him during the heat of discussion, that Shiro's not taking it well.

Not that Keith can blame him, honestly. It's a huge leap from human to Galra, and while Keith, oddly enough, finds the Galra version of Shiro very comely and attractive, he's certain the man has other ideas -- a theory cemented by his retreat to his quarters, most likely.

And so Keith goes to find him, scant minutes after Shiro retreats, because there's no way in hell he's going to leave him to his own devices, not when he's clearly distressed. Hell, the tail must be A Lot to deal with; Keith's been accidentally swatted with that thing so many times, he'd lost count.

Keying in the code (after all, on some occasions his quarters are Keith's, too; they're still trying out the Keith-and-Shiro-living-together-thing), he steps in when the door slides open, padding in quietly, his voice laced with unmistakable concern. ]

Shiro? What's wrong?

[paladads]

[ The thing is, he's not so certain he's unfamiliar with the way his hindbrain now lights up around Keith. It's a much stronger, more visceral reaction than the usual butterflies or aroused longing, now amped up by a stronger sense of smell that lets him know Mate is close. It's been a little too distracting all day. How do the galra get anything done?

His tail immediately sweeps back and forth happily on the floor as he sits up from his pad, leaning forward with a perked interest that extends to his ears. ]

Keith, hey. I'm tired of banging my head on the doorways, it's easier to work in here. That's all.

[ It's not, but. He reaches out, hoping he isn't too intimidating as he invites his boyfriend closer. ]

How are you doing?

[parakalein]

[ Yeah, he's not buying what you're selling, buddy. ]

I can think of at least five places outside that would accommodate you better than your room.

[ Keith comments, quietly concerned even though he doesn't miss the way those fluffy ears perk -- honestly, if you ask Keith, he's quite fond of those ears and Shiro's new appearance. Somehow, it suits him even more, and the thought of it makes something warm stir in the pit of his stomach.

He doesn't push, instead drawing close, his fingers curling around Shiro's outstretched ones, musing at how they're even larger now. He's stepping into his space, reaching out to gently scratch the back of Shiro's cute, furry ear with his free hand, eyeing his tail. ]

Looks like someone's happy to see me? I'm fine; more worried about you.

[paladads]

[ Called out on his shit in .5 seconds, should've known. Gentle with the hand in his (so much smaller now, it's wild to get used to), he buries his face in the curve of Keith's neck and hums happily when his ears are scritched, chuckling at how it feels to be treated like Kosmo. Too blessed by the fingers in his fur to deny he likes being petted, his tail swirls on the floor. ]

I thought I'd give everyone some space ... from me. Just in case. This is a lot to deal with even on a purely visual level. [ Unthinkingly, he licks over Keith's neck in a gesture of comfort and then freezes, stiffening. ] Sorry, that ... sure did just happen.

[parakalein]

[ Oh. Oh -- was that seriously just a lick? Did he just lick him? It isn't that Keith is unused to that; during sex, all bets are definitely off, but this isn't just sex (yet, his animal hindbrain supplies hopefully), and he's pretty sure that's the whole galra instinct kicking in.

God, it's kind of sexy. ]

It's a lot to deal with. [ Keith agrees, because nothing can be gained by dismissing Shiro's concerns. Hell, Shiro got even bigger, and now Keith's practically dwarfed by him -- a lesser man would develop issues. Keith, however, is fascinated. ] But the team doesn't mind, you know that. You're still Shiro. Just... bigger.

[ And more purple, and furrier. Speaking of furrier, he's scritching behind his ears again, having realised how it makes Shiro happy -- and right now, he clearly needs all the happiness-inducing scritches he can get. He pauses, then offers up a tentative: ] I kinda like it.

[paladads]

[ He can feel a purr in the back of his throat and clears it, not wanting to be a cliche who can't control half the galra instincts that Kolivan and Krolia clearly do without a second thought. Shiro chuckles, tilting his head into the scritching. ]

You kinda like me being a giant purple cat-man? Noted.

[ His hands easily curl around Keith's waist and there's a twinkle in Shiro's eye: he lifts him with ease just for that sweet comment, depositing Keith on his lap as the couch strains under a sprawled galra as Shiro drops back. ]

Still like it?

[parakalein]

Hey, I'm partly a giant purple cat man.

[ Keith protests, but he can sense it when Shiro's holding himself back -- the man's not as opaque as he likes to be -- or maybe it's just that Keith is so very attuned to him. What he doesn't expect, however, is to be practically lifted in those massive hands, and set right on his lap and oh, god he is large.

Shiro's got bigger in just about every way. Those hands, spanning all of his waist; how he has to tilts his head up to look at him better, his arms coming to lock around his neck. Settling on his lap and taking in every remarkable physical change, he looks down at him in wonder, trying to get used to how he feels under him now.

Keith feels... smaller, and that sets off a primal, instinctive pleasure deep down in his chest that makes his eyes darken, flickering with purple. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I do. I like you.

[ He admits, wonders if he's a fucking size queen after all, but his hand comes down to cup his chin as he kisses the side of his mouth, then fully. ]

Kiss me?

[paladads]

Enjoying yourself up there?

[ The size difference is ridiculous, really. He can fit Keith in his lap with room to spare when ordinarily Keith isn't so much smaller than Shiro, the difference is astonishing and draws his attention with the same wonder. He returns the kiss lightly, stilling when Keith asks for more.

Shiro's brow creases in a concerned frown. ]

I have these ... fangs, Keith. I don't want to hurt you.

[parakalein]

I'm tougher than I look.

[ Shiro handles him like glass now, and for good reason. Galra are stronger, tougher, more hardy, but Keith is Keith and he's not letting that get in the way when it comes to alleviating his fears and accepting him as he is, which includes the whole "making love to him no matter what he looks like" clause that Keith will gladly follow.

Besides, seeing him like this sends a tickle of arousal right down south, a hand coming to cup the back of his neck and jeez, when did it get so thick (yeah he knows when). He's leaning down to dot the side of his mouth with kisses, nipping at his bottom lip, coaxing him to part them. ]

And I'll prove it to you, too.

[paladads]

You say that now before I bite your tongue off.

[ Grumbling, he nevertheless turns into the kisses and licks across the seam of his lips to be entry, giving Keith what he wants because of course he does; Shiro wants it too. Their intimacy that crosses any barrier, it help him feel less like he got struck with the galra stick and more like himself. If he can just remember about those fangs, he should be good ...

Kissing Keith is all he wants to do after a stressful morning like this one. That helps too. ]

[parakalein]

You'll be fine. I'll make sure of it.

[ Keith tells him softly, because there is no scenario where Shiro gets hurt, no scenario where it doesn't turn out well for him eventually, not if Keith has anything to say about it.

He's running his fingers through his hair now, before he drops light kisses over his fangs as if he's not in danger of being broken in half if Shiro forgets himself.

Warmly affectionate, he's sliding a hand down his chest, resting over his heart. ]

Look at you. You got even bigger.

[ He muses, before those hands stray and is tugging his shirt up, his eyes full of warmth and wonder. ] Take this off, I wanna look at you. How's the chest hair situation?

[paladads]

[ He squarks as his shirt is toyed with, affecting a ruffled blush that turns into a snort and a pat on Keith's ass (which his hand spans, oh). ]

Bad enough for Lance to move you up to 'Furry' status at last.

[ Shiro obliges however and the shirt is tossed aside, leaving one lightly furred galra there for Keith's roving eyes to examine, a few scars leaving their mark across the downy fuzz. The arm of the other Shiro is more animalistic than the prosthetic he had, black metal with clawed fingertips, the oddity of having it attached again is still one he's working through. ]

[parakalein]

Eh, I'll take that hit.

[ Keith says after a pause, giving Shiro a thorough once-over. It's cute when Keith gets Shiro to make that noise and blush, and somehow pink comes through on that lovely lavender.

He's curling his fingers, running them through his downy, fuzzy chest. He has never actually thought of himself as a furry, dreaded actually being called it -- but then Shiro comes along, all seven, eight feet of pure muscle, scars, and begging for Keith to kiss and lick every inch of him.

If he has to be named a furry for nailing Shiro as a galra, then, well, there probably are worse things to be -- like a galactic homicidal maniac.

Leaning down to kiss his scars, the most prominent one above his pectoral, then the other smaller ones, paying attention to where they show up and trying to ignore the way the fuzz tickles his nose. His hand is smoothing the strange new metal, coming down to lace his fingers through much bigger ones. It's interesting how this seems to dwarf him, too, and he lays soft kisses against the seam, where flesh and metal meet. ]

I wonder if this Shiro had his Keith, too. If they... you know. Did the same things we do.

[ Like fuck each other mindless. Like holding each other, like being such an irreplaceable part of the other's life. Did his counterpart love this Shiro more than his own soul, too? ]

[paladads]

[ A soft purr lodges on his chest as Keith explores, the dreamy look in Shiro's eye sharpening as a hot mouth glides over the junction of metal-to-flesh. He licks his lips, readily grateful for the distraction of musing words. ]

Oh, they're mates. That sounds weird, but ... that was my first thought when you walked through the door just now. [ He cocks his head, hands running over Keith's thighs and waist as he slumps comfortably atop him, a small frown returning. ] But there's this sense of longing too, like he misses his universe's you. I think, wherever that Keith is, their Shiro wants him to come home soon.

[parakalein]

Oh.

[ Where did the other Keith go? Keith is curious, but supposes that he wouldn't have gone far -- Keith is certain, very certain that he wouldn't leave Shiro alone for anything. He's gently nipping at his shoulder when he feels him purr, feeling a strange sense of possessiveness.

Fingers find a nipple now, lightly tweaking and tugging, before he lays kisses over it sweetly, soothing with warm, soft tongue. ]

Mates, huh. So... not so different from us.

[ Yes, he really did just say that. Let's move on or Keith will be even more embarrassed that he did. ]

I'm sure he'll be back soon. Nothing's gonna keep the other me away from -- you know, you.

[paladads]

[ As Keith licks at Shiro's chest he causes the purring to get louder, a reflexive curl in the back of Shiro's throat that can't help itself. He runs his hand over Keith to drag him in close and slides another beneath his shirt to seek out the heat of his shoulders, claws raking carefully down his back. ]

He knows. I know.

[ Not that he's letting Keith get away with calling them mates that easily. ]

You're beautiful in every reality, baby.

[parakalein]

I should be saying that to you.

[ Keith tells him, cheeks reddening faintly despite himself. Shiro's always done this, complimenting him at just about all times with such genuine sincerity and warmth that it still makes his heart skip a beat.

Cupping his large face in his hands, shivering in pleasure at how it feels like one of those massive hands can span his entire back, he leans down to kiss him again, this time running his tongue lightly over his fangs. He's smiling against it, faintly. ]

Because right now, you're stunning, too. And it's cute that you're purring. [ He pauses. ] My handsome giant cat man. Think I can make you yowl?

[paladads]

I can't stop that!

[ The purring! He blushes, reddening lilac cheeks as his mouth falls open under Keith's to let him explore, and his ears swivel down in embarrassment ... which is also such an unfair tell. Wow. Shiro may have been stuffed in a Blade's body with Marmoran clothes but he's about as stealthy as the Atlas on its tiptoes, especially when it comes to hiding his reactions.

His hips shift on the couch, resettling as he tries and fails to ignore the arousal pooling in his lap with Keith lodged there. ]

Maybe we should, uh, hit pause? Y-You smell so good, Keith. Fuck, it's so strange to say that but you do.

[ Shutting himself up by stealing a hard kiss, licking into a deliciously hot mouth for more. ]

[parakalein]

No, no. Don't stop that. I like it when you purr.

[ It just fits in with the giant cat man thing, and Keith loves him all the more, hands coming up to rub the base of his ears affectionately. He can feel it now, his cock stirring against his thigh, and he looks down despite himself. ]

Are you sure you want to pause? Because I'm feeling something right... [ His hand comes to rest lightly on his bulge, and everything in him wants to see it, even as he grasps him through his pants, brows raising in surprise at how much thicker and longer he is. Hell, Shiro's already pretty big as he is.

He's about to say more, but he's kissing him right back, stroking his cock left and right over his pants, reveling in the outline of his shaft. Parting breathlessly, cheeks flushed, he breathes against his lips. ]

Mmm... you're adorable. Did you get hard just by smelling me? You should keep doing that... and I --

[paladads]

[ Huffy and horny, Shiro takes the permission and breaks their kiss to nose his way into Keith's hair, pulling it loose of its tie to gather it over a shoulder and scent him out properly. He can smell Keith's simmering arousal and the heavy petting gains an immediate interest from Shiro's neglected cock that hardens obediently for his mate, his breathing coming short when he switches shoulders and nuzzles his way up behind an opposite ear, loving the way Keith's blood rushes to the surface as if summoned, hot and heady. Cock filling out, he rocks into those caresses to feel more of the same.

A prehensile tail slips out beside him and coils its way around Keith's nearest leg, the fluffy tip swatting at his ass. Without realising it, Shiro has gathered him up and started marking him as his own in as many ways as he can, rubbing his scent all over Keith's clothes with an industrious kind of frottage and tugging at them in frustration when he wants to get underneath.

In a shaky, soft voice, he confesses, ]

I have no idea what I'm doing, for the record.

[parakalein]

It's okay, I do. Kind of.

[ Keith could feel his own galra blood rising to the fore, readily answering to his boyfriend/lover/mate's arousal. He's startled, momentarily, by the tail, but eases into it with primal delight once Shiro scents him, feeling himself purr in response. It's softer, lower, rumbling in his chest, and Keith is reluctant when he nudges Shiro away just a little.

He's pulling his shirt over his head to get rid of the hindrance, and on second thought decides to divest the pants, too, echoing his annoyance about how they get in the way. Giving the older man an apologetic kiss for his trouble, he's tugging on Shiro's, too, unzipping and pushing, reaching behind to give his tail a soft, fond squeeze. ]

Besides, I think your body knows.

[ He continues, looking down at his cock when it springs free and his words trail off at the size of him, thick and longer and darkened and for a moment Keith wonders just how he's going to get all that up his ass.

Holy shit. ]

Wow.

[ His fingers trail down to the tip, rubbing gently at the slit. He's marvelling at it, the shape and size of him. ]

So this is what a full Galran cock looks like.

[ Not that he's wondered, or anything. But it's nice to know, and it's even nicer that it's Shiro's. ]

[paladads]

[ Clothes divested, he feels even bigger somehow when compared to Keith's much smaller frame. Shiro's eyes roll up and a guttural noise curdles in his throat when Keith toys with the slit of his cock, the pleasure barely diminished as he finally allows himself to look (trips to the bathroom were cursory, he tried not to stare at technically another man's dick even if it was his own). 'Wow' seems about right. Little more tapered than a human, ridges running underneath, and the crown Keith is so enamoured with is far pinker than the rest.

Shiro licks his lips, gaze drawn back to the familiar planes of his boyfriend's body, now so delicate by comparison even though Keith is the toughest person he knows. Caresses skate down Keith's torso to furl a large hand around his erection, completely engulfing it as Shiro strokes him in a loose, teasing grip, other hand cradling his head as he leans in for a soft kiss, a tender tone wreathed around a filthy plea. ]

I want to come all over you, Keith.

[parakalein]

[ If cocks can look ferocious, this one certainly managed it -- it's also kind of wonderful, how there actually is a gradient of colour and he's reaching down to cup his heavy balls, too, other hand still fondling his shaft. He still can't get all his cock into his palm, even less so now, but he's fine with that, happy to play with the obviously inhuman dick.

God, Lance is totally going to brand him a furry for this and he can't find it in himself to care. Rubbing along the raised ridges, eager to hear more of those sounds as he whines softly and rolls his hips into that large hand, he feels a thrill surge through him.

Shiro's even bigger, even stronger -- the man could break him in half in a heartbeat, crush him like an empty soda can, and yet he's being infinitely gentle with him. ]

Where first?

[ He asks lazily, licking Shiro's lips and eagerly slipping him tongue, skating past his fangs and loving the danger it presents. ]

My face, my chest...? Or do you wanna start with my stomach and work upwards? I bet you have plenty of come inside these balls, baby.

[ Okay, so apparently he really is a furry, because those filthy words just come out without Keith thinking about it, or bothering with his nearly non-existent brain to mouth filter. ]

[paladads]

Everywhere, baby.

[ Keith's so sweet as he plays a role that speaks to Shiro's newfound instincts with ten times the impact it usually might, a snarl seizing the kiss as claws drop down to dig into Keith's waist and drag him forward. Stroked a little faster by Shiro's precome-sweaty palm, Keith is treated to softer mewls whenever he plays with the shaft's ridges, reducing Shiro to a trembling mass of taut muscles beneath him.

He doesn't recognise his own voice when he stares at Keith under lowered lashes and rasps, ]

Tighter around the base, it feels so good when you make it ache there.

[ Balls heavy and satisfied with being fondled in one of Keith's hands, Shiro is too caught up in a pair of beautiful violet eyes to look down and notice that exactly where he described, a knot slowly swells around the root of his dick. It begs for attention, only growing when kneaded like Keith's ass would treat it. ]