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“Had some really good sex…?” Gato offered, but he, too, was experiencing a strange clarity. Once he was sure that his penis settled, he slowly pulled out, then started at Cal’s back, the fur stained with blood.

That was alarming, to say at least. Those weren’t serious injuries, but Gato made a point to ask before hurting others. Then again… most never complained. But there was still a lingering feeling, something akin guilt and dread. Why did he talk like that? Why did he grab Cal’s neck…?

Gato settled back and caressed Cal’s back, trying to make up for the pain. “Um, I know not everyone is up to such a… close encounter so soon after meeting, but- Well, I actually know someone…. Two, now. Heh.” He shook his head.

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The Paladins had called it a “Christmas Party” - though Pidge and Hunk had expounded on the various religious winter holidays at length, which Cairis had mostly tuned out on.

What she’d cared about was that there was food and fun to be had; a break in the constant fear and warfare that permeated their lives on a daily basis.

One of the things she recalled them speaking about, though, was the ‘mister toe’ that Lance had strung up in various locations.  Apparently, any two people caught under a cluster of the green leaves and white berries was meant to kiss.  If they didn’t, it invited bad luck.

Cairis rather thought enough bad luck existed already.

She’d been watching Cal move cautiously about the Grand Foyer of the Castle of Lions during the Christmas party.  Several dozen people filled the area - Rebels and allies and friends; creating a merry atmosphere.

And now, Cal stood under one of those clumps of white berries while he sipped his punch.

She looked at him and her heart ached for the distance between them.  She knew it was mostly her own fault; that she’d put it there with every sneering comment she’d made in response to his overtures of friendship and love.  She’d have kept it going indefinitely if not for that terrifying moment when she’d thought he’d been killed on a mission; was well and truly gone.

Since the frantic hug she’d given him once he’d returned, they’d again gone distant while she’d tried to sort herself out.

She’d thought about their situation and him.

All she knew for sure was that she missed him and that it was her own damned fault.

Making a fast decision, Cairis set aside her own punch glass and made her way around the Grand Foyer.  She was aware of Kolivan’s gaze on her; of several others’ gazes, but she ignored them.  She knew them all well enough by now to know they wouldn’t attack unless she tried to harm Cal.

That was the last thing she wanted to do.

She yelped as she fell from the table. Skylie thought she was going to hit the floor. Which, for her, was a looooong ways down. She went from being relieved to be in Cal’s hold, to rather upset. 

“Ooh darling, that’s something you shouldn’t have said.” Without warning, Gato began to move, sliding deeper in then pulling out almost all the way, only to push back swiftly and firmly.

“Before you start complaining again, this is only the start… iT’ll get better.” He slapped Cal’s ass, grabbing the tight flesh with a delighted purr.

“Don’t worry… once you’re loose enough, you’ll get the full treatment… be prepared for it.” For now though, the tightness was perfect. Gato licked his lips and grinned at the sound of their hips meeting. Caldon proved to be more adventurous than Gato gave him credit for, and for that, Cal deserved a treatment. The pace was steady, the thrusts firm but not brutal. Not yet, anyway. The thought of that lovely boy crying out beneath him made Gato’s mouth water.

Gato kept chewing his lower lip, obviously at war with himself. “Well, at least the container is nothing special... It’s not lined or extremely secured, so they likely have no immediate effects.” He rolled the crystal in his palm. He could feel the power vibrating inside and the shifting colors drew his attention even more than normally.

“Maybe this is what the Druids eat,” he thought loudly. “It does look like crystallized quintessence. Aand, I suppose since there’s so much of them... Probably they won’t miss two small shards.” He picked up two slivers and placed one in Cal’s hand, taking the larger one.

“I’m taking custody of the civilian. You’re dismissed. Return to your stations.” Gato’s voice was cold as arctic wind as he snapped at the sentries, but his eyes shone like the slow flames dancing in a family hearth as he looked at the kit.

“It’s okay love, they’re leaving now,” he murmured, caressing her face with the back of his fingers. “Listen little one. It looks like…” Ancestors, why was it so hard to say. Gato took a deep breath.

Gato was blinking too, taken aback by the sudden change in mood. “Nothing…?” He frowned, trying to decipher what the alarmed little voice in the back of his mind was trying to tell him, but there was a fog, thick and comfortably warm, and there was a distressed, handsome young man right in front of him.

“I’m just trying to befriend you,” Gato soothed. “It’s what I always do. Apologies if it came off too strong. Are you okay?” His eyes shone like molten gold, the concern on his face genuine. His touch was gentle and warm, as his hand settled over Cal’s.