Author notes: It seems everyone has nicknames picked out for Zeb to call Kallus now that we know his official first name, so I'm adding mine. Shura, which is a Russian diminutive of Aleksandr.
"Of course, we will be honored," Kallus smiled a little too brightly, as Zeb escorted the last member of the Lira San envoy out of their apartment. The smile fell away once the door closed, and he knocked back the half glass of Liran wine he was holding, and then sighed as his shoulders sagged. He had meant what he said to the Liran Lasat; it had been the diplomatic envoys and attachés from other planets and systems that had truly gotten on his nerves. Still the way Liran attaché, T'Kel Ketronivus, kept looking at him all evening, made Kallus want to punch him. Fortunately, Zeb had steered the attaché away from Kallus as often as possible and towards the representative of a system that would like to start relations with Lira San.
Zeb's ear swiveled toward Keeva's room. She had been put to bed with help of more guests that he or Kallus were comfortable, but she was a natural charmer and it was hard to deny her anything. Besides Zeb was reasonably certain none of them would harm her. Once he was certain she was still asleep, he wrapped an arm around Kallus, took the glass from his hand, and lead him to their bedroom.
"Come on, Shura, lemma get you comfortable," Zeb murmured, beginning to pick at the fastenings of formal garb they had both worn for the 'informal' and 'casual' dinner party for Representatives that Mon Mothma had so politely request they host/steer for the on-going talks.
Kallus let him for a moment, then took both of Zeb's hands in his own, kissed them, before divesting himself of his clothing. He appreciated Zeb's attentiveness, but Zeb's large, clawed hands didn't always agree with the fussiness of Kallus' formal wear. Once he was stripped down to nothing, he did allow Zeb to pull a supremely soft sleepshirt over his head and untangle his arms into the correct sleeves.
Zeb, as usual, wore nothing.
After completing their nightly ablutions, and crawling into bed, Kallus settled on his back and waited. He was not disappointed when a few moments later Zeb wrapped an arm around him and rolled him against his side.
"I'm fairly certain everyone is aware of how Keeva actually came be," Kallus murmured, resting his head against Zeb's shoulder, "but it seems every Lasat keeps looking at me like they want to run their hands down my front to see if you've 'knocked me up' again. Ketronivus in particular."
"Well, it's not like I haven't been tryin', Shura," a chuckle rumbled through Zeb, "an' ol' 'Keli has a dirty mind... always has from what Chava's said."
Kallus pulled his head back and gave his husband 'The Look,' before rolling his eyes and shaking his head and settling back down against Zeb.
"I'm afraid," Kallus said drily, faintly smiling, "Keeva is destined to be an only child then."
Zeb snorted, but silence fell for a little while.
"I think I've figure out who Skywalker has secreted away with him," Kallus murmured. Trying to figure that out had become a favorite pastime of those only tangentially involved in the Talks; and for his own safety Kallus was, outside of events 'requested' by Mon Mothma, just barely part of the public side of them. On the private side, he was working very hard for the body that once was the primary leadership of the Rebellion.
"Hrm?" Zeb pulled himself back away from sleep, "who?"
"Boba Fett," Kallus said smugly.
Zeb's eyes opened wide in the darkness.
"How do you figure that?!"
"I might have been monitoring transmissions, to keep everyone honest," they both scoffed at that, "and Skywalker's guest has sent and received several heavily encrypted messages to and from," Kallus gave a soft laugh, "Hondo Ohnaka."
"Really?" Zeb's brows raised, and he reflexively hugged Kallus tighter to himself, "and how does that make Skywalker's mystery guest Fett? Maybe he just has bad taste in friends."
"Hmm, yes," Zeb could feel Kallus's smile against his shoulder, "It's a little known fact, but Slave I is technically registered to Hondo Ohnaka, and has been since before the Old Republic fell. And not an hour after the second to last message, Ohnaka contact the Republic impound center and demanded 'his' ship back with all the items within it intact."
Zeb considered this.
"That could just mean Ohnaka wants to get the ship back, and sell Fett's stuff to collectors."
"Could be, but…" Kallus yawned deeply, and snuggled deeper into Zeb's side, "Ohnaka slipped up on one transmission. Didn't encrypt it as thoroughly. It was short but it said he was always glad to help his old friend's son out. Ohnaka was a known associate of Jango Fett."
"Huh," Zeb nodded, "But that still doesn't account for why Luke Skywalker would have Boba Fett as a house guest. Skywalker's not stupid, Fett tried to kill'im a couple of times."
"Sadly true," Kallus slurred, sleep beckoning rapidly, "back to square…" he trailed off, asleep.
Zeb's chuckle rumbled through his body, before he joined Kallus.