Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
Relationships: Shiro/Keith
Keith did not understand why meeting Shiro’s friends had him completely in emotional knots but it did. He checks his outfit for the third time in the full-length mirror. He brushes his hair back and pulls it into a ponytail. He likes his more human appearance. Not that he did not like his tiny bat wings and little horns. He also likes Shiro’s farmstead. You think with as many cats as the weretiger had the place would smell like cat. It smells like lavender, musk, and some other scent that was unique to the weretiger.
He walks out of the room. The bedroom that Shiro informed him was his for as long as he stayed on Earth. He really wanted was Shiro’s bed with Shiro in it. The weretiger was proving to be strong-willed. Keith was not sure if he was proud of that or annoyed. He had yet to decide on which emotion it was. Shiro was quite good at saying no. Keith respected that even if he did not understand. The sex demon thought he was losing his touch.
He sits down on the sofa and picks up one of the books Shiro had recommended. It was a book on human manners. The demon truth be told found the book fascinating. Shiro also had told him not many practiced their manner correctly. The weretiger wished they would. For good manners would smooth over many a not great situation. So the lust demon sat and read. He wanted to navigate this human-centered world without too many mistakes on his part. Red jumped up on his lap, curled up on her favorite supernatural being and purred in her sleep.
Shiro came in from feeding his cats. He sees his unintentional guest. Red was sleeping in Keith’s lap. He was going to be introducing the demon of lust to his friends this evening. He was praying to the ones who walked this world before them that it ends well. Lance’s attitude was the only thing he thinks could put a damper on this. Well, maybe Pidge’s ‘I have no filter that the gods installed’ might even create tension. He just didn't know. He was just glad his many streams of income work so well. He had book royalties coming in as well as his work as an insurance salesperson twice a week.
Shiro disappears into his own bedroom. He takes a shower to wash the farm off him. As he washes he wonders what Keith might want to do to earn his own money. Shutting the water off. He steps out, drys off, and then gets dressed. He wanders out to where Keith was sitting. “Keith, I hate to interrupt your reading.” Keith looks over the top of his book. Which Shiro had to admit was super cute to himself. “What do you think you might want to do to make money?”
“Well I know I don’t want to whore myself out,” Keith smirks as he pets Red. He watches the emotions play across Shiro’s face he knew the word choice was shocking even in its truth. “That would be easier and what I know. Well, what I am used to.” He pauses. “I would like to learn how to build motorcycles or fix them or both.”
“I will get books on that. I will also see about getting you a laptop or a tablet so you can take online classes in that subject.” Shiro smiles. “I think a vocation that is not what you happen to be is a great idea.” His gaze is warm to Keith. “I think you create beautiful motorcycles. I also think you create beautiful art.”
Keith put his chin in his hands. “Maybe I could do more than one thing. I could write erotica at night and build motorcycles during the day. Erotica would be easy I know the sex.” Shiro nods.
Later that evening, Shiro answers the door as the doorbell peels through the house. His friends were all there. Including some of Coran’s friends who were Elders of the Supernatural world. “Come in everyone.” Keith looks over at the door and the people streaming in. Red hisses at the intrusion and disappears abandoning Keith to these strangers. Everyone looks at him in surprise. The group of incoming supernaturals recognized the kind of supernatural before them just not what type.
“You wanted a meeting.” Allura looks at her friend strangely as she weaves at Keith. She had not yet sensed what he was. She just knew he was different. “Who is this?”
“Everyone please sit down I’ll explain why I called a meeting.” Shiro goes to stand behind the chair that Keith was sitting in. They both watch as the others all take their seats. “This is Keith. He is a demon of lust.”
“Now Shiro,” Lance breaks in. “If you were really that hard up you did not need to call a demon of lust up to help you out. I have a black book full of people you could meet.”
“Lance.” Shiro’s voice held that tone of annoyance that most people did not miss unless the person in question was Lance. “He was summoned not by me but by some babies who had no clue what they were doing. He is unbound. No contract. Nothing to send him back to where he is from.” Lance blinks. Shiro points at the ratty looking book on the table. “They used that book Allura.” Allura picks up the book and begins leafing through it.
“Oh boy,” her eyes widen, “This is one of those books that I’m gonna lock in my locked bookshelves. Where did they get this?!”
“No clue. It’s an old book.” Shiro shrugs.
“So your new roommate is a lust demon.” Pidge’s gaze rakes over Keith in a way that sets his teeth on edge. “He is not dressed like one. He looks pretty normal for a human looking person.”
Keith’s eyes narrow. He was dressed in a t-shirt, flannel, and skinny jeans. His hair pulled back into a ponytail. “I refuse to become an experiment.”
Hunk realizing what Keith was seeing. “Pidge whatever your thinking. No. You're not turning him into an experiment.”
“What is he going to do with his time?” Coran looks between the two. He could see something forming there. It was too soon to tell what it was exactly.
“Thinking about writing erotica.” Keith shrugs, “at least until I learn how to create, and repair motorcycles.”
Matt hums to himself. “Seems my research comes in handy here. I do have a couple of questions for Keith.” He looks over at the demon, “will you answer them for me? I promise they are not too intrusive.”
“As long as they are not intrusive.” Keith agrees. He takes in the group around him. Including the man that had not said anything yet. The man looks almost elf-like with sunset dusk looking skin. He notes the pointed ears on Allura and Coran as well. Most the others had normal round ears.
“Do you or do you not need to kill people as they are having sex with you,” Matt questions. His hands are in his pockets. His question quiets the mummer of voices from the others.
“No, I do not.” Keith smiles lightly. It's just a tiny curve of his lips. “That’s a common misconception. I cannot say that other incubus or succubus have not used sex to drain and kill human or supernaturals like themselves.” He pauses to gather his thoughts. “I can feed off of people having sex. I can feed off of feelings of lust. I have found that I can eat human food when Shiro cooks it. I don’t know about others yet.” He pauses. “If they are killing others via sex it's because the demon chooses to. Not because it was needed or uncontrollable thing.”
Matt looks up stunned. “That is good information.” The others mummer around him. “Would you choose to return to hell?”
“Nope,” Keith pops the p when he speaks. “I’d rather not. I’m at least safe here. No one is trying to convince me to fuck them. No one is trying to rape me if I refuse to fuck them. All in all, I choose to stay here.”
“Aren't you supposed to like all sex?” Pidge looks confused.
“No one likes being raped including lust demons,” Keith shakes his head. “No one likes being overpowered. Though I do know some lust demons who have used their charms to change a no to a yes. Which I still think is wrong. No is a no. Find a different target.” He looks over at Matt. “I won’t count your sister’s question as the third one.”
“Thank you,” Matt eyes his sister as Pidge blushes. “You actually believe in consent?”
“Yes,” Keith nods, “I do. I don’t want to hurt anyone. Plus the energy is wrong if it's not given truly freely.”
Shiro frowns, “energy is wrong?”
“It tastes off. It's hard to explain to someone that doesn't require energy to feed.” Keith sighs. His face looks thoughtful to those watching him. “I suppose the difference would be like great craft beer and poorly made commercial beer.”
Lance frowning, “so you have not had sex with Shiro.”
Shiro draws himself up to his full height. He glares at Lance. Lance holds his hands up and tries to make himself smaller on the sofa he was sitting on.
Keith pouts. “I’ve tried. He says no.”
The entire group looks at Shiro. He glares at them too.
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