Dragon Bond

He's Not Who He Seems

"The boy is not Altean, my Lord. I sense a different kind of quintessence in him. Galra blood runs through his veins, I think it would be best if we retrieved him before the Alteans have a chance to corrupt his mind." A harsh, raspy voice echoed through the darkness. 

Two figures slowly came into view, standing around a crystal ball that gave off a bright purple glow. 

"Very well, have him brought to me. If he is Galra like you say he is, then he will be very valuable." Another voice responded, deep and gravely in tone. "Yes, Lord Zarkon."

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Keith woke with a start, panting heavily as the dream faded from his mind. He had a slight headache, nothing more than a dull ache though. He looked over to see if Lance was awake, but the others bed was empty, the covers drawn to the side and a dip in the pillow from where his head had been. He heard water running and soft humming through the wall, Lance must be taking a shower then. Keith sighed and rubbed his temples, wondering what that dream was about. He had never had one so...vivid. It was like it had been happening right in front of him. He froze when the bathroom door opened, Lance walking out with nothing but a towel to cover himself.

Lance was still humming cheerfully to himself, until he noticed Keith staring at him. His mind helpfully offered him an image of Keith pinning him against the wall and practically devouring him right then and there. He shook the image away and let out a small squeak, grabbing his clothes and rushing back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. "Why didn't you say anything you perv!" He shouted.

Keith just stared at where Lance had been standing, trying to will away his sudden arousal. His mind supplied him with nothing but Lance. Lances long, caramel colored legs. Lances smooth and lean chest that had water droplets running down it...and now he was hard. Great. Think of something else, Keith, think about puppies. Puppies are cute and cuddly...like Lance. Damnit! He let himself fall, his head hitting the pillow. The dorm door clicked as it was opened and shut, signaling that Lance had left.

Keith groaned as he stood up, uncomfortably shifting his legs. I'm not dealing with this today. He thought to himself. He took a quick shower, the cold water helping calm him down, then put on his clothes and headed to the dining hall to meet up with the others.

Lance, Hunk, and Pidge seemed to be in deep conversation about something, drawn close together as they whispered. They immediately broke apart as Keith came over, Lance pointedly not looking his way as a blush covered his freckled face.

"So, Keith, Lance tells us that you were talking in your sleep last night." Pidge said with a grave look. "You kept saying...Zarkon."

Keith frowned, internally thanking Lance he hadn't told them about what happened. "Who's Zarkon? I've never heard of him."

The other three exchanged looks, like they didn't want to say but decided to anyway, a hint of fear in their eyes. "Zarkon is the ruler of the Galra Empire in the deadlands. They are the tyrants of this world and will destroy anything in their path to complete and total power and control." Hunk explained, his voice wavering slightly.

But why would I be having dreams of him? It seemed too real..." Keith murmured. Pidge was about to respond when they were interrupted by a new voice.

"What are you three still doing in here? You should be out training and taking care of your dragons." A snarky voice spoke. The group turned to look, though the other three already knew who it was. A young woman stood in the doorway, white hair falling over her shoulders and contrasting with her dark skin. She had the same markings below her eyes that the others did, a faint pink in color. Her bright blue eyes were narrowed, hands on her hips, a pompous aura about her.