Author's note: So, I thought that I would dedicate a chapter for Keith and Lance so they can have their 'bonding moment'.

Summary: Fluff and angst chapter for Keith and Lance.

"I like you, Keith. I really like you."

Lance covered his slightly embarrassed face with both of his hands while walking through the castle's corridor as he was heading towards the kitchen hall. He shook his head and wiped his face as he looked up at the ceiling.

"I will wait for you."

Even though he said that he will wait for Keith's reply, but it was nerve-racking to think constantly if he will say yes or no to his feelings. It wasn't like Lance expect to fall for his moody rival, but it just happened naturally. He hoped that Keith would say yes because he want to release this heavy burden inside of his heart but there was a chance that he would say no for whatever reason.

He knew Keith would try to make a reasonable reason for the team and Lance, but unreasonable for himself as if he doesn't deserve it. He sighed as he walked into the kitchen hall and his brow quirked at the sight of an overzealous smile from Pidge versus Hunk's happy smile. With his hands in his jean's pockets, he walked over and leaned back on the counter where Hunk was baking something with blue goo again.

"Looks like someone had a good day. Find anything interesting, Pidge?" as Lance started his usual conversation.

She smiled and adjusted the glare of her glasses. "So, did you finally confess to Keith~~?"

"Is that how you want to start this conversation out, Pidge? My love life?"

"Yes. Well? Did you, Lance?" as she scooted her stool close to Lance.

Lance sighed and turned around to lean on the counter. "I did. I told him I like him and will wait for his response."

A short pause.

"WHAT? That's what you said to Keith?! Are you a teenager or something?"

"I am, Pidgey, in case you have forgotten. You know I can't force him to like me. We all know how Keith is."

"Lance's right, Pidge." as Hunk moved closer to Lance while mixing his goo batter. "Congrats, Lance!"

"Too early to congrats when Keith hasn't reciprocated my feelings yet."

"I know, Lance. What you did was a good way to let Keith step back and think. It might feel awkward for both of you for awhile, but I hope for the best."

"Thanks Hunk! You're the best buddy I can ask." as Lance went to grab a drink and popped a straw in his drink pouch.

"Oh~~~~ Then what's with the kiss~~~ How was it like to kiss Keith? Hmmm?" with Pidge leaning on the counter with her know-it-all smile.

Lance spitted out his drink and looked at Pidge. "WHAT?"

"Oh? You should remember the Castle has cameras and when Pidge was doing her usual security sweep, we saw you kissing Keith with your slippery hands all over him."

Lance glared at Pidge. "You little gremlin. Wait? What do you mean 'we'?"

"Allura and Coran saw it too." as Pidge hopped off of her seating. "Off to check on Green!"

She dashed out of the kitchen quick with Lance following her behind while yelling at her. Hunk shook his head as he continued to stir his goo batter.

An odd, spine-tingling sensation of leathery skin felt up along his legs as if it was admiring the smooth texture while brushing dangerously close underneath his outfit. He heard faint whispers with another touch on his body. It was his lips this time.

He wanted to wake up and stopped this foreign touches on his body, but felt weak and slightly aroused as he felt something tracing along his wet silk fabric. He tried to close his legs, but felt both leathery hands moving them apart and something or someone was moving in-between his legs while moving both of his arms up.

He tried to move away from this unknown stranger, but it kept its grip on his wrists with one hand with another holding onto his thigh and keeping it in an awkward position. No words or sound of protests or screams came out of his mouth as he felt someone rubbing against his own erection. Only betraying sounds of feeling unknown pleasure came out of his mouth.

"...remember... feels and...touches whenever...closed.. eyes."

Every words were only faint sounds as he tried to return his conscience, but only to be pushed back further in his mind.

"I don't think I can let you go..."

Keith shot up from his bed with sweat trickling down his forehead and heavy panting with his hands gripping hard on his blanket. He wiped off the sweat with his arm and tossed his blanket open while moving half of his body over the bed as he sat in silence.

This was the second time he had that nightmare ever since he came back from their last mission. However, it felt surreal and yet, his body was telling him a different story as if it actually happened.

If it was real, then who was it? What really happened during his capture? The voice sound faintly familiar and yet, every time he tried to remember, it only gave him a slight headache. Those phantom touches only made his stomach twisted in disgust. He wanted to chop off and cut those violating hands into pieces.

Keith slumped back on his bed with an arm over his forehead as he looked up at the dark ceiling. He placed a finger over his lips and immediately thought of Lance. Lance's kiss was very different from his nightmare as it felt dominating, but with Lance, it was gentle and shy.

He never thought Lance would like him. As in like him, like him. This whole time, he thought Lance hated him. Lance would get under his skin to one-up him in everything and calling him his rival since the Garrison which he still don't remember much about him except being loud and obnoxious.

Lance pulled him into a hug and confessed to him right after he got back from the mission. Whatever happened to him during his capture must of scared Lance badly. Even Pidge ran up to him and gave a rough tackle hug. He will have to ask them what caused their worries as it will give him clues.

Another confusing issue on his mind was the masked female who helped him on the ship. Her voice was gentle like an angel as she helped pulled his conscience back to the waking world and guided him to where Black was waiting for him.

Who was she? Why did she helped him?

What are you, Red Paladin?

What am I? Why did she asked me? I am only a normal human being who just found out that he's half Galra. No one special with no recollection of his own heritage.

Keith sighed. He will have to think two of his three problems later. For now, his main priority was to sort out his feelings about Lance. Lance told him he would wait for his answer. If he can't sort this out first, then it might affect their bonding and that spelled trouble if they can't form Voltron when needed in battle.

"And now you know why Red was giving me hard time. As Blue would say, you are Red's precious cub. Keith, it took me time to realize my feelings to you so you should take your time to find your own answer. I will wait for you."

At least, he understand why Red was giving Lance a hard time for the longest time since he thought it was because of Lance's big mouth. He wondered how long it took Lance to confess to him. More like, when did Lance developed his feeling towards him? Does he expect to like him beyond a friend?

"Ugh. Why is it so hard?!" as he flopped his face on the pillow.

He will continue to mope a couple of ticks on his bed before heading to the training room. He needed to vent out his confusion and frustration.

"I see you haven't lost your usual temperamental fire." as Lance crossed his arms while leaning on the wall in the training room.

"End sequence." Keith called out as the Gladiator bot disappeared while deactivating his bayard. The Black bayard.

Lance's eyes were still glued on the Black bayard in Keith's hand as it still looked out of place. Then again, he held the Red bayard too and it confused anyone whoever they encountered in their mission why the odd color change-ups. His excuse was to make it lively.

"What do you want, Lance?" as Keith sauntered over his spot near where Lance was standing and grabbed his drink pouch.

"I just came to check by. That's all."

"Lance, I-"

"Keith, it's alright. I'm not here for that since I did told you that I can wait until you're ready. I'm only here to see if you're doing okay."

"I'm fine, Lance."

"You don't look fine at all by that ugly bag under your eyes. You haven't slept well, did you?"

"It's nothing."

Lance sighed. Oh why did I have to fall for this hot-tempered denying fool? "Talk to me, Keith. I am not Shiro, but I'm here for you."

Keith moved in front of Lance and stared into his blue eyes. "Tell me what happened with you and Pidge."

"What do you mean, buddy?"

Keith dropped his pouch and grabbed Lance's shirt and jacket as he pulled him close. "Just tell me what happened. I can tell how you and Pidge acted when we came back on our last mission."

Lance placed his hands on Keith's. "Do you really want to know? I'll let you know. Pidge and I were scared shitless when we saw you taken away by that Galran Prince Lotor."

"What?" with his brows furrowed. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Keith, we all saw you being carried away by him! Coran, Hunk, Pidge, Slav, and I saw you when someone sent the image to the Castle ship."

"You sure it's not Allura he took?"

Lance shook his head. "She was carried by one of his ugly guard." He paused. "Did you remember something that kept you from your sleep?"

"No." as Lance felt Keith's grip becoming loose, but he knew Keith was shaking. "No, I don't remember anything. More like, I don't know what happened when I was unconscious."

And yet, my body remembered what happened. Did Lotor-? Was it really him who...did something while I was unconscious? No, that's impossible. Reports only said he goes for beautiful females.

"Bullshit. Your hands are shaking, Keith. Something did happened to you! There's no way that Lotor can let you go scotch-free. He did something against your will or else you wouldn't be acting like this."

"No... I really don't know." as Keith felt his rapid breathing. "I-I just need to be alone to think now."

The moment Keith released his grip on Lance and turned away, he felt a grip on his wrist and looked up to see Lance with his fuming expression.

"You are not running away from this, Keith. I am not letting this go until you tell me."

"You want to know? Fine, Lance, I can tell you! I didn't want to be leader." as Keith pushed Lance hard to the wall with his arm up on his chest. "I didn't asked to be one because Shiro was the one who thought of it. I was hoping for Allura to take over, but Black does not see her fit yet."

With another breathing. "I want to find Shiro so bad, but I cannot be blind with that ambition when there are others out there under the Galra Empire's control that needed our help. To be free from their totalitarian ways. Not only that, I cannot have my emotion faltered in battle or in front of anyone. The way I act as a leader of Voltron will be judge by others of how we work under my pale leadership skills."

He placed his forehead on his arm. "While I can't even solve my own damn problems. Who and what am I? Why did Shiro choose me as the leader when there are others better than me? You've would been a better choice too."

Lance glanced down and saw how shaken Keith was. Did he kept all these feelings bottled up with no one to vent to?

"Why do people say I'm something special when I am nothing?"

That's it. Lance was not having none of that from Keith as he wrapped his arms around Keith tight and rested his cheek on top of his head. Keith's body were in trembles and held him even closer. His mother always told him that sometimes words are not needed to tell the person that they cared. Just action alone can help mend their broken soul.

He whispered in a soft tone. "I'm here for you, Keith. You may find me an obnoxious wise crack of the team, but I'm really a good listener. My mom told me that there will be certain people out there who only needed someone to listen to their problems."

Lance gave a gentle, circular motion rub on Keith's back. "Can I be that someone to you, Keith?"

What felt like an eternity but only a few ticks, Keith gave a soft nod as he buried his face on Lance's chest.

"You are lucky that the awesome Lance didn't wear his favorite shirt or else I would make you clean it." as he gave a gentle stroke on Keith's hair and smiled.

Keith snorted.

It was a lie since he was wearing his favorite shirt, but at least, he was able to cheer Keith up a bit. Lance blinked a couple of times and looked down to actually see Keith fell asleep in his arms.

Well quiznak.

Lance sighed in defeat and adjusted himself into a better position as he carried the sleeping Keith on his back. He felt heavier than he looked as he wished he had Hunk's strength to carry him. Luckily, Keith's room was not far from the training room so he would endure it a bit longer and probably need a good massage afterwards.

His skin tickled by Keith's warm, steady breathing on his neck and wondered how many ticks of sleep did Keith actually get. By the look and sound of it, it wasn't much. With some grumbles, he finally made to Keith's room as he headed towards his bed and carefully laid Keith down while sitting up to take off his jacket and adjusted his body down on the bed on his back while taking off his boots. He fanned his blanket out and over Keith's body.

He sat on the edge of Keith's bed as he leaned over to adjust the pillow so Keith can sleep comfortably. His hand over Keith's forehead and brushing away his bangs. Lance smiled as he continued to watch Keith as he looked beautiful when asleep. He was about to get up and leave when he heard Keith's sleepy voice.

"Please stay with me."

Lance smiled and went back to his seating. "Okay. I'll stay. Rest up, love."

If Lance had blink during that moment, then he would have missed that small smile on Keith's face, but he didn't. That was when he began to understand Keith more.

You're not type who can express emotions by words, but with actions. That's so like you, Keith.

And that's why I like you.

Thank you for reading!