Keith blinked in surprise at Lance's question. What am I doing here? I'm not even sure myself anymore. To be with you, to seduce you, to try to understand, I don't know. He glanced at the candle by the bed. This is fitting though. I want you to be able to see but just not too deeply.

Giving a light chuckle, Keith fell back into his role. He stood up and walked slowly towards Lance. Keith stopped before him, placing one hand on Lance's cheek. "Oh you should be able to guess Lance. Do you want me to help you?"

Lance was frozen in shock. This was not happening. He had what he was pretty sure was a naked Keith in his bedroom. Too bad there wasn't more light in here, then I could be certain whether he's naked or not. "Why?"

Keith ran his thumb over Lance's lips. His other hand played with the collar of his shirt. "Does it really matter why?" He looked down at Lance's collar. His hands dropped to Lance's chest. Then he looked back up. "Can't we just enjoy the moment?"

This was getting weird. Lance took a step back from Keith. He held up his hand to hold Keith off when he stepped towards him. "Tempting, but I don't play that way. I need to know why."

Keith nibbled at his lower lip. This wasn't good. It wasn't good at all. "Is it really that important to you?" Please don't say yes. Don't make me have to tell you.

"Yes is it."

Keith gave a seductive smile and put his hand over Lance's on his chest. He lifted Lance's hand up to his mouth and began nibbling on his fingers. "Would you believe I find you unbelievably attractive?"

Lance closed his eyes for a moment. Don't give in Lance, he's trying to distract you. Remember where you are and why. Opening his eyes, he yanked his hand out of Keith's grasp. "No stop playing games. This isn't you."

It was over. Keith gave a defeated sigh and looked down at the floor. He couldn't say it. "I won't play any more games just don't make me say it."

"Don't make you say what?" Lance had an idea, but he wanted to hear it from Keith's lips. He needed to hear it.

Keith looked up at Lance. Then he looked away again and turned his back. "I can't."

Lance walked up to Keith and wrapped his arms around him. Doing this hurt but he had to know. "Tell me. Please."

Keith closed his eyes. He couldn't do this. It just wasn't him. "Because Sven told me to." He turned around in Lance's arms. "I didn't want to but once I knew it was you, I wanted to so much it hurt. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I was the one who wanted to know." A thought suddenly occurred to Lance. He looked into Keith's eyes. "Does Sven make you do this often?"

"No this was the first time." Keith backed his way out of Lance's arms. "I really messed up. He'll be so angry with me," he shook his head back and forth. "He trusted me and I failed."

"I have the feeling you don't like it when he's angry."

Keith shivered a bit. He held one arm against his chest, rubbing his hand absently against it. "It's not pretty when he's angry."

Lance walked forward wrapping his arms around Keith again. "We don't want him to be angry with you now do we?" What in the world am I doing? I shouldn't even be thinking about doing this.

Keith blinked in confusion. "What?"

Lance raised his hand to Keith's cheek. "I mean it shouldn't matter who does the seducing as long as someone is seduced." Then he kissed Keith. The element of surprise was with him. Keith barely resisted the intrusion of Lance's tongue into his mouth.

Keith felt himself being guided back towards the bed. This feels so different. The back of his knee hit the bed. He pulled his lips away from Lance's gasping, "It shouldn't matter and I don't care." Then he fell back onto the bed pulling Lance down with him.

Pidge moved quietly through the halls. Doing this was risky but necessary. Things were starting to move faster than they had anticipated. He had to tell Lotor what was going on.

He made it to the hallway where Sven had their 'guests' saying. Pidge hadn't seen anyone. He made it to Lotor's door and knocked briefly. Then he opened the door and quietly slipped into the room.

Lotor was sitting up in the bed waiting. "Is there any reason for this surprise visit? This can't be safe for you."

"It's not. Sven's moving faster than we originally thought. He's making in move by the end of the week."

"That's okay. We have just about everything in place. This won't mess up our plans."

"I better get back to my room before anyone figures out where I am."

Pidge had gotten to the end of the hallway before he heard the laugh. He whirled around and saw Sven standing in the shadows. "Sven? What are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same of you Pidge or should I say traitor?" Sven chuckled at the look of shock on Pidge's face. "You didn't realize I knew all along you were a spy? I used you to set a trap. And now it's time for you to disappear."

"You will face justice Sven." Why do I suddenly feel so dizzy? Pidge shook his head to clear it. It's so hard to focus... His eyes flew up to Sven. "You bastard."

"Feeling a bit dizzy now? You should. Don't worry you won't die. Yet. I just need you out of the way while I get rid of everyone else. Then I can proceed with the rest of my plan. Sleep well."

As Pidge fell unconscious, several thoughts ran though his head. It was all a trap, all of it. He's going to get rid of everyone. He can't mean Keith as well can he?

Hunk followed behind Romelle as they ran through the predawn streets. She had burst into his room early this morning. He had only recently gotten to bed, so didn't really appreciate her entrance. This will be the last time I work with this little bitch. He leaned over to whisper in her ear as they leaned against the wall of a warehouse. "What exactly are we doing?"

Romelle held one finger over her lips as she gestured for them to go into the warehouse. Once they were inside, she spoke. "We have a target. They should be passing by soon."

A target? That was surprising, Hunk thought. It must be the one Pidge missed. He nodded. It made sense. Sven didn't like loose ends. He looked out of the door. "I don't see anyone."

"And you won't." Romelle plunged her knife in the middle of Hunk's back. She could have done this neatly but she wanted him to suffer.

Shock ran through Hunk's system when Romelle's knife went into his back. It allowed Romelle the time to grab two more of her knives and take out both of his legs. He fell to the ground. As he struggled to push himself up, she stabbed his arms. "Romelle, what are you doing?"

Romelle rolled Hunk over with her foot. This was so much fun. "Giving you your walking papers. Sven said to make it slow and as painful as possible as well." She held her favorite knife in front of Hunk's eyes. "So I decided to do this." Then she ran the knife across his throat. She lifted the bloody knife to her lips and licked it clean.

Hunk stared up at Romelle, unable to make a single noise as the blood bubbled up from his slit throat. He wanted to laugh. This was unbelievable. Sven had sent them to kill each other. Too bad Romelle didn't know that. His eyes closed. I may be dying Romelle but you're not too far behind me.

Romelle stood up and looked down at Hunk's body. Why was he smiling like that? She shrugged and walked off. "Soon I'll have my rightful place in things. The first thing I want to get rid of is that annoying little slug."

Romelle had made it halfway back home before she felt her right leg go numb. What the hell? She limped over to a nearby alley. "What's going on? Why did my leg go numb?" Then her other leg went out. She fell to the ground, knocking over some boxes as she went down.

Soon Romelle's arms went numb as well. Her entire body was starting to go numb on her. She couldn't feel or move anything below her waist and her arms were slow to follow her commands. She tried to turn over and drag herself to some help. She recognized the symptoms of this particular poison. It was one of Sven's favorites. I've been poisoned but when? This stuff works fairly quickly. So when had I been poisoned?

Her knife! The poison had been on her knife. That was why Hunk was smiling as he died. He knew she was poisoned. But Sven keeps a close eye on the poisons, especially his favorites. The only way Hunk could have gotten this one was if Sven gave it to him. Romelle's eyes widened in shock. No! Sven couldn't have done that to her! She refused to believe it.

Romelle had barely dragged herself a foot when her arms went out as well. She tried to cry out for help but her throat was paralyzed as well. That was part of the reason why this poison was one of Sven's favorites. The victim got to die slowly and fully aware the entire time. It was a bad way to die. She could only lay there a few short feet from help as she slowly suffocated.

Lance awoke to an empty room. Where did Keith go? He sat up and quickly got dressed. He needed to talk to Lotor. He knocked on the door he believed to be Lotor's. There was no answer. He reached for the knob when the door swung open. The room was empty.

Lance's senses went on alert. Something about this situation stank. He went to Allura's room next. He encountered the same thing. An unlocked door and an empty room. The dress she had been wearing the night before was lying across the chair.

"Shit!" Both Lotor and Allura were both missing. He made a quick search of Allura's room to see if she had been carrying her blaster. He found it underneath her pillow. Whatever had happened, she wasn't given the chance to pull it out.

Lance moved quickly through the house. He didn't see or hear anyone. This situation is getting worse and worse. No one was in any of the bedrooms. The kitchen, dining room, and living room were all empty. Where were they all?

Lance found someone in the study. He was standing facing the desk. It was Sven, the man in charge of it all. He pointed the blaster at him. "Sven I'm taking you in."

Sven turned around to face Lance. He leaned back against the desk and smiled. "It's all over. Your little plan to capture me failed."

Lance couldn't believe this guy. Even now he acts as if he has control of the situation. "I'm not the one at the wrong end of a blaster."

Tilting his head, Sven raised one eyebrow. "Oh really?"

Lance felt the tip of a blaster press against the back of his head. Then he heard something he had never expected to hear.

"Drop it Lance. Don't make me kill you."

"Why Keith?" Lance lowered his blaster. The blaster being held against his head eased back but only a little. "Tell me why."

"I love him. I won't let you hurt him. If I have to I'll kill you. Please don't make me kill you."

Sven chuckled and walked forward. "I see you're confused. Let me try to make you understand." He took the blaster from Lance's hands. He looked at Keith over Lance's shoulder. "Tie him up precious. You see you never had a chance." He moved away from Lance. "I controlled the entire situation. He may have fucked you but he belongs to me. I own his heart completely. Don't I precious?"

Keith finished tying Lance up and walked over beside Sven. "Of course Sven. Always."

Sven smiled and stroked his cheek. He took the blaster from Keith's hands and stepped back. He tucked Lance's blaster into his belt. "Like I told you, he's mine. I can do anything to him I want. Like this for example." Then he lifted the blaster and fired.

Keith stared at Sven in shock. Sven had shot him. He could feel the blood running down his arm. He put his hand over his wound. "Sven, what are you doing?"

"Sorry precious, but this is something I've been wanting to do for years." Sven smirked. "I'm going to finally kill you."

Keith blinked. Sven "Why? I thought...you loved me."

Sven laughed. "You actually thought I loved you! I've hated you since the moment my father brought you into our home. You were just some distant cousin's little bastard and he wanted me to treat you like you were my brother! The only reason I didn't kill you before was because you turned out useful."

"It was the fire." Keith whispered, "You didn't kill me because I got you out."

"Exactly. It was then I came up with my great plan. The Alliance would pay for what happened. I had my uses for you."

"I can't believe I loved you."

"Your mistake. You were getting boring in bed anyway." Sven aimed the blaster at Keith's chest. "This is good-bye."

"No!" A shot blew the blaster out of Sven's hand. He turned to see Pidge standing in the door. Lotor and Allura were standing behind him. They all had Sven in their sights. "It over Sven."

Sven looked at the three Alliance agents. The he raised his hands and placed them over his head, a smile on his face. "So it is. This is certainly a surprise. You woke up faster than I planned. You were all going to be next."

Allura lowered her blaster and stepped in the room. She walked over to Sven and took Lance's blaster out of his belt. Then she headed over to untie Lance. "You do realize you're extremely lucky Pidge woke up so fast? Otherwise you might be dead now. Our back-up should be here soon."

"Do you realize you're just wearing a nightgown right now?"

Allura gave Lance a look. "So what's your point?"

Lance shook his head. "Forget it. I forgot who I was dealing with for a second."

Pidge walked over to where Keith was sitting. The wound on his shoulder had been treated. He was sitting on the couch waiting to be transported. Pidge sat down on the couch next to him. "Keith, are you all right?"

Keith refused to look at Pidge and stared forward. "Sven never loved me. He was just using me." He turned to Pidge, a hurt statement on his face. "I thought you were at least my friend Pidge, but it turns out you were using me as well. It was all a lie wasn't it? Everything."

"No-"

"Don't lie to me." Keith closed his eyes and turned his head. "Just don't."

Pidge stood up and walked away. He watched silently as Keith was taken away. Keith looks so hurt. He looked at Lance standing beside him. "Will he be okay?"

Lance shrugged. "I don't know. I mean he just found out he's been living a lie for years." He glanced in the direction Keith had gone with a heavy heart. "That's a lot for someone to take." We broke him. We completely destroyed his life as he knew it. I have to do something. He walked off to call a few of his connections.

Sven silently chuckled to himself as they lead him off. These Alliance fools may have caught him but they wouldn't be able to keep him. His trump cards would see to that. He wouldn't see trial. He doubted he would even see the inside of a jail cell.

Once this whole business was finished, he could then proceed with the rest of his plan. After he saw to his loose ends of course. He so hated leaving things only half-done. I have a traitor to deal with...and I still have to kill precious.

THE END