*Prompt from my tumblr. Leave a "Quiet Me" in my ask, and I'll write a drabble about one character trying to calm another down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

QUIET ME

Rated: K+ but T to be safe

He just watched as Snake's fist connected with the strangers face in a brutal punch. The sickening crack of a nose breaking ringing through the air while the herd of people in the club started to gather around to watch the scene.

Jund stared on in shock as everything seemed to happen in slow motion around him. Cry and Russ were screaming at Snake to stop, trying again and again to pull the two men apart to no avail. Snake paid no one any mind, since the fight broke out nothing had been able to stop him.

The stranger had tried to put up a fight, blocking as much as he could but he had no chance at winning this. His fate sealed from the moment he laid his hands on Jund, and before long he was a nearly lifeless heap on the club floor.

Jund moved then, he knew Snake would keep going. He could see the anger in his eyes, the need to squelch out the existence of the creep below him, but he had had enough. Reaching and moving fast he grabbed a hold of the dog tags around Snakes neck forcing his attention to the smaller man.

"Enough," he breathed out in barely a whisper.

Snake continued to hold the eye contact with his boyfriend tension only releasing out of him when he felt Jund pull him closer and wrapping his hands around him in a tight embrace. The taller man was still shaking and the anger only slightly abated.

"Just breath, I'm here," Scott whispered so only the man holding onto him could hear.

When they pulled apart it was only to walk out of the club into the parking lot. Standing by the car Snake lit up a cigarette trying to calm down from what had happened inside the club. He reached a hand out to cup Scott's face, "You alright?"

Leaning his cheek into his palm he sighed. "I am now. Thanks for that, you didn't have too."

Snake chucked low in his throat as he exhaled a puff of smoke. "I did. He slapped you. I can handle watching you get hit on, but touching," he shook his head, "that's where I draw the line. Especially when I hear you tell them to fuck off."

Scott smiled nuzzling his was into Snake side wrapping his arms around him for the extra warmth. "Well I did tell him I could find more attractive prospects in a Wal-Mart parking lot."

"That's beside's the point," he retorted before dropping his cig to the ground and grinding it into the asphalt with his boot. Lifting Scots face to his with his index finger under his chin he looked the younger man in the eyes.

"You're mine."

Jund smiled softly at the gesture, "forever."

And when their lips met it was soft and gentle, a promise of the future to come.