When Lance McClain breaks into his own bedroom at two in the morning after scaling a four-story building, he didn't expect to break open the wrong window, nor did he expect to literally fall on top of a half-naked Keith Kogane. After agreeing to stay with Lance until he can afford to pay for Keith's window, the two f...
Keith Kogane never once thought in the short seventeen years of his life that he would somehow find himself stumbling across a roller rink with a panicking, screaming Cuban boy latched to his arm - nor did he think he would willingly agree to sell his soul on a bet with said teenager after a ride home and a dark, Red...
"Keith?" Shiro looked back to Lance. "That was Keith. Why?" "I-" Lance gulped, and he realized his hands were shaking almost harder than his heart was pounding, lodged in his throat. "I think he's my soulmate." The silence that greeted him only stirred unease in the Cuban man's chest, and he raised his gaze to lock ey...
It was meant to be some sort of experiment. Admittedly, a rather twisted one, but an experiment nonetheless. He had not meant to take it this far, but unfortunately, he did. Lance McClain has not spoken in over half a year. No one has noticed. (A/N: I would prefer if you did not leave comments on this fic. Thank you f...