Keith fidgeted with his bangs, twisting the black strands between his fingers. He gnawed on his lower lip as he waited in front of the Daibazaal Cafe. He'd arrived early to ensure that he didn't make a bad impression after years of not seeing Lotor. He wore a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a My Chemical Romance shirt underneath a red flannel, even though the temperature had easily broke ninetey. His maroon Doc Martins were laced tightly, something he did when he was nervous about something. A black bandanna with silver skulls wrapped around his neck. 

His phone chimed, startling him. He took it out of his pocket to see who texted him. A smile appeared on his face when he saw the text was from Lance. He opened the message quickly, wanting to see what Lance said. 

Lancey-Lance: Keeeeeeeith where are youuuuuuuuuu

Keith: I told you yesterday that I'm going to meet Lotor for lunch today

Lancey-Lance: Oh, right. If anything happens let me know, okay?

Keith: He's not gonna do anything, Lance. I've known him for years. It's just a way to catch up.

Lancey-Lance: I know, I'm just worried. After what happened earlier this week, I don't want you to get hurt again. 

Keith: I get it. And I appreciate it. But Lotor's a good guy. I promise. I'll be fine. You can even come to pick me up at around three if you want to make sure. Shiro dropped me off since he hasn't got my bike yet.

Lancey-Lance: Yeah! I'm sorry for being so overprotective. I don't want to be controlling... That's not my style

Keith: It's okay, baby. I'll see you at three, okay? <3

Lancey-Lance: Sounds good! <3333

Keith laughed at the text, shaking his head slightly. He turned off his phone and put it in his pocket. He looked up to see if Lotor had arrived yet. Gnawing on his lower lip, he bounced on his tiptoes to try and see a white head of hair among the foot traffic along the busy street.

"Keith! Hey, Keith!" A voice made him jump yet again, his heart beating faster. Spinning around on his heel, Keith turned to see who had spoken. In a tight lavender shirt and skinny jeans, Lotor walked up to the small omega. His long white hair was tied into a braid that fell over his shoulder. 

"H-hey, Lotor!" Keith squeaked, tucking his hair behind his ear.  

"I'm sorry for startling you. I didn't mean to," Lotor chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

"Oh, it's okay! I wasn't paying attention anyway." 

"You were always lost in that head of yours," Lotor said, ruffling Keith's hair playfully. Keith giggled, batting at Lotor's arm.

"No! I spent forever making sure my hair was perfect!" He whined, pouting slightly. 

"Your hair is always perfect," Lotor laughed. "C'mon. Let's get some coffee."

"O-okay!" Keith scampered after Lotor as he walked into the cafe. 

Lotor stepped into the short line in front of the barista. The rest of the customers seemed to shuffle away from the tall male. Keith snickered under his breath, knowing that underneath the intimidating outside was a teddy bear. With a smirk, Lotor turned to look down at Keith.

"What?" 

"Everybody is just kind of scared of you. Cuz you're so tall and muscular. And you have all those tattoos," Keith motioned to the sleeves of tattoos wrapping around Lotor's muscular arms. 

"Aw. Do you think I'm scary?" Lotor asked, pouting slightly. 

"What? No. You act tough, but you can't kill ants without feeling bad," Keith replied, moving forwards with the line. 

"Grr!" Lotor laughed, putting his hands up in a way that looked like he was making claws. 

"Oh, no! So scary!" Keith laughed as well, shaking his head. They were receiving odd looks from the other patrons, making Keith blush and rub the back of his neck in embarrassment. 

"Aw. You're so cute when you're embarrassed," Lotor teased, ruffling Keith's fluffy hair. 

"Shut up!" Squealed Keith, hiding his face in his hands. 

"No, thanks," Lotor chuckled, stepping up to order. 

"Holy shit, Keith?!" A familiar voice said from behind the counter. Keith peeked out from between his fingers to see who was speaking to him. A pair of round glasses and a head of auburn hair came into Keith's view. 

"Pidge? What're you doing here?" He inquired, raising an eyebrow. In truth, he hadn't been to the cafe in a long time. 

"Um, I work here?" Pidge scoffed incredulously, adjusting her glasses with a smirk.

"Since when?"

"Since after winter break," Pidge said with a tilt of her head. The indigo-violet apron suited the small girl, which was surprising. The color that complimented Pidge the best was usually green. 

"Who's this, Keith?" Lotor asked. Keith could smell anger coming off the older alpha. Pidge was an omega, so Keith was confused as to why Lotor was angry.

"Um, my friend, Pidge. From school," Keith explained somewhat nervously. "She's on the managerial squad for the soccer team. She plans all our skirmishes and comes up with the best strategies for winning. She's great with computers and all sorts of tech. I honestly don't know what we would do without her."

A muscle in Lotor's jaw twitched. "How... Wonderful," he said with an obviously forced smile. 

"Lotor, what's wrong?" Keith asked, placing a hand on Lotor's arm gently. 

"Nothing. I'm fine," Lotor sighed, running a hand down his face. "I'm sorry. I know how sensitive you are and I just got a little over-protective."

Keith giggled, shaking his head. "I'm a big boy now, Lotor. I appreciate that, but I can take care of myself."

"I know, I know. Old habits die hard," said Lotor with an apologetic smile. "Anyway, nice to meet you, Miss Pidge."

"Uh-huh. You, too. What do you want?" Pidge asked, stepping behind the counter. 

"An iced caramel latte with extra sugar and whipped cream," Keith said without hesitating. "Oh, and a chocolate chip muffin."

"Alrighty," Pidge said as she punched in the order into the cash register, the little green numbers coming up on the black rectangular screen. "And for you?"

"I'll get an iced white chocolate mocha with extra cream and whipped cream. A ham and cheese sandwich, too, please," Lotor pulled out his wallet and took out a twenty. 

"I can pay for mine," Keith offered, reaching to get his own wallet. 

"I know. But I want to treat you to this. I haven't seen you in a while," Lotor said, handing the bill to Pidge. "Keep the change as you tip."

"Thanks. It'll be out in a few minutes," Pidge said, pushing her hair out of her eyes. 

"C'mon. There's a nice spot in the corner," Keith pointed to the two comfy chairs with a small table in between them. 

"Okay," Lotor agreed with a chuckle. Keith quickly rushed over to the spot, not wanting any other customer to take the chairs. 

"Oof!" Keith squeaked as he plopped into the chair on the right, stretching out. 

"You're such a weirdo," Lotor joked, sitting down across from Keith. He flipped his hair over the other shoulder. "How have you been?"

"I've been better. My dad has been getting worse, if you couldn't tell." Keith reached up and brushed his fingers along the burn on his cheek. 

"I'm sorry, Keith. Is there anything I can do?" Lotor asked with sympathy in his voice. 

"No. I'm moving into Shiro's apartment, so it's okay. I dunno if Shiro told you, but he's working as a bouncer now, so he's tougher," Keith said with a chuckle, shaking his head slightly as he thought of his older brother. "I also have a boyfriend now!"

Lotor blanched. He would've spit out his drink if he'd had one. "What?"

"Yeah! Isn't that great?" Keith beamed, glowing. 

"Of course it is! I'm so happy for you. You've grown up so fast," Lotor said, hiding the malice that he felt. Keith was his. Lotor had felt an immediate connection to Keith when they first met. Nobody could have Keith except him. 

"Thanks. It's actually that boy you met last week. Lance," Keith blushed, looking down with a smile. 

"Great! That's fantastic, Keith," Lotor forced himself to say. 

"Keith! Your order!" Pidge called. 

"I'll go get it," Lotor grinned, standing up to retrieve their order. He came back a minute later, setting down the tray on the table. 

"I haven't been here in a while. Their coffee is delicious," Keith said with a smile as he took a sip of his drink. 

"Yeah. I prefer the shop by my place, but this is really good," Lotor agreed, taking a bite of his sandwich. 

Keith and Lotor sat in comfortable silence while they ate. A buzz in Keith's pocket made him jump. He pulled out his phone to see who had texted. 

Lancey-Lance: Hey! I'm right around the corner. Almost done?

Keith: Yeah. I'll be out in a minute.

Lancey-Lance: Coolio!

"I'm sorry, my ride's here. I wish we could spend a little more time together," Keith said with a sad smile. He stood up, holding his coffee. 

"Okay. Here's my number. We can get together soon, yeah?" Lotor scribbled down his phone number. He handed the napkin with his number on it to Keith with a smile.

"Sure! I'd like that," Keith grinned, folding the napkin and putting it in his pocket. "It was great seeing you again." He hugged the older man tightly before waving goodbye and walking out of the cafe. 

He scanned the street for Lance's beat up turquoise Toyota. Within a few moments, Keith saw the car. With an excited giggle, he bounded over to the car. He got in the passenger seat, boldly leaning over and kissing Lance's cheek.

"You're in a good mood, honeybadger," Lance chuckled, ruffling Keith's hair.

"Uh-huh! It was really fun. Do you want to do something?" 

"Wanna see a movie?" Lance offered, waiting for Keith to buckle his seat belt before pulling out of the parking spot. 

"That would be great," Keith said, pushing his hair out of his face.

As they drove away, Lotor watched from the door of the cafe, scowling. A low growl came from his throat when he saw how excited Keith had been when he'd seen Lance. No matter what, Lotor was going to make Keith his. Nobody else was allowed to have Keith but him.  

((Hey, guys! Sorry for the wait! I haven't been able to think of new ideas. But now I'm back and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you for all the support! - Wolfie))