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Keith has been trying to wrap his mind around this. There's two Shiros now.
Haggar made a clone of Shiro, during his capture at the hands of the Galra, but the clone defected and no longer was under her thrall — likely due to missing the arm made by the Galra. Pidge orders Coran to help her medically remove Shiro's Galra-tech prosthetic, before Haggar could somehow get to him as well.
"… Kuron," the clone mumbles, shying away and looking down to his knees when Keith joins him on the extra, padded cot and regards him thoughtfully, seating hip-to-hip. "It's… I think it's my name?"
"Your name is what you want it to be, Shiro."
Even surfacing on Keith's mouth, tingling and real, the name doesn't feel quite right. That's made more obvious when Kuron grimaces, shaking his head. His white tuft, stark against his trimmed and black hair, appears fuller and longer than Shiro's own. "Don't… please don't call me that, Keith," he says a little louder, his dark grey eyes resting solemnly to Keith's expression. "You know who Shiro is."
"Yeah," Keith whispers, nodding. He leans back a little on Kuron's cot purposely, staring at the ceiling, those midnight-leather gloved hands spread out and bracing. "I know who you are too…"
At the flash of Keith's self-assured smirk, blooming to his lips, Kuron begins to relax.
Everything from then on spirals and falls, toppling into their rightful slots. Keith often finds both of them together — eating meals, or having arguments, or training together and combating energy beam attacks in the simulator. Neither of them regain an arm to use instead of the Galra-prosthetic.
Coming back from one of his intel missions with the Blades of Marmora, Keith glimpses Shiro on the command bridge, dressed in the black paladin uniform. He scrolls through a handheld comm-reader, grinning and explaining his reading of numbers to Kuron behind him. Kuron's organic hand rests heavily to the other man's shoulder, and his chin settles onto Shiro's opposite shoulder. They seem… comfortable.
The bright, orange glow of the holo-files silhouettes their identical square-jawed faces. Keith feels a tremor of warmth course through him when Shiro and Kuro glance around to him simultaneously.
They may as well be twins — which Keith feels guilty about saying, when he considers how not weird and intense and amazing it feels to be pressed between their overly muscular, scarred bodies lining up and rocking, crushing him pleasantly against their weight.
Keith can abandon his restraint and discipline. He's slick and stretched to his limit, throwing his head back to Shiro's front and hoarsely crying out. Kuron tilts Keith's head towards him, running the tip of his tongue wetly over Keith's mouth before stroking in.
Guilty, but — Keith loves watching his partners meet each other's gazes. Kuron's four-day old scruff rubs harshly against Shiro's cheek as they kiss into noisy, moist smacks and sucks. Their groans hit a low register.
(Maybe they all need to have loud, angry fights before sex more often.)
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Voltron isn't mine. It's Shiro Week 2018! All for our Black Paladin! I love my gay son so damn much. I decided to do this for Day 2: Heart/Soul for the prompts and "Make-Up Sex" for the NSFW Genre bingo card space for Voltron Bingo! I hope you guys really like this. Thanks for reading! Any comments/thoughts appreciated! This is also for Conner (glove23) because she's been having a rough week and she's me bestie and SHE APPRECIATES THIS SHIP LIKE I DO safdjknAESGDRH