Fuck! Why couldn't he be a pilot already instead of having to learn all this stupid shit? It wasn't like it was useful for someone like him! Come on! They don't call him The Tailor for nothing!
"Lance... - the warm voice of his best friend, Hunk, reached them through the thin wall – Your thoughts are so loud that I can hear them from the kitchen (which really wasn't that far since they were studying at the coffee table in the living room)!" Lance realized that for the Beta to be in his safe heaven, as he liked to call it, it must have been quite late, which meant that his personal torture would be over soon. Hell yes! A groan resounded from right next to him, reminding him of the presence of the ever-bitter team engineer, Pidge (it was probably because of the amount of coffee he drank on a regular basis, on which there was still a bet going on (and no, Lance was not winning, but, you know, tables could still turn)). The aforementioned guy was looking at him through the lenses of his thick glasses, his amber eyes glinting with something akin to murder, oh how he dreaded that look, which meant more work or instantaneous, painful punishment or both. Thankfully Shorty was distracted from his sadistic thoughts (probably) by a long strand of caramel hair falling in his face... seriously, how did he live with those! Couldn't he cut them short? (not to mention that they were so similar to his rival's)
A hand flailing in front of his face broke him out of his train of thoughts that, as usual, got back to Keith's annoying face. Pidge recovered his usual bun on the top of the head and pouted, obviously angered with himself for not making the lesson interesting enough for Lance, who didn't understand why he put so much effort in preparing them, it wasn't like he could do anything about his short attention span. On a different note Lance was absolutely sure that their genius friend was gay, although his gaydar failed to notice this (which was strange since it always functioned perfectly), not that he was gay, Lance was bi or maybe pan, he was sure about that, but this guy remained a mystery.
"Once you are done staring as if I was a riddle could you please tell me what you want to do? I emptied my patience tank and it's getting late..." He sneered. Lance felt offended, he was amazing to be with, maybe not always, but for the most part he was fine. Prick.
"Yes yes, make us all fail the next test and go home... - he accused – Hunk! I'm hungry! Ow, my head, what the shit man?!" A powerful smack to the nape of his neck made him cry out.
"You are not going to eat until your lazy ass finishes math's homework" Hunk was right about done with Lance's continuous whining. Why were they acting so strange lately?
"Fuck you Hunk! When did you get here?" Okay, Lance had to admit that lately he'd been out of his game, he wasn't this whiny usually, and a thing like this would have soon escalated into an inappropriate innuendo... What was going on? Did he catch a cold?
"Five minutes ago – this time it was the bulky friend's voice that got him out of his stupor – I came to see if you two had made any progress, which you apparently haven't since you've been staring into the nothingness for the past hour or so... what's up with you?" Point to make: his best friend sounded scared half the time, anxious for a quarter and proud of the new receipt for the other, but he rarely sounded concerned, not unless he was terrified for someone's well being.
"Nothing..." was the monotonous answer both the late-bloomers gave, at the same time, which really didn't help in quieting his motherly instincts down (he was a Beta, it was not his fault if he felt the need to nurse his friends). Moreover the fact that both of them felt off at the same time was unsettling, but, not wanting to make them worry uselessly, he kept his mouth shut about his hypothesis.
"Alright alright... I take back what I said before, if you don't eat you are not going to achieve anything... Take some energies in..." The two teenagers brightened up at the sight of a tray full of healthy and tasty food offered to them by their bulky technician. All the different foods disappeared in the blink of an eye as both Lance and Pidge seemed to have been starving (although the one who really ate everything was Lance, the guy seemed to have a stomach like MaryPoppins' bag on a regular basis), which they haven't since Hunk had made them tea not three hours prior.
"Okay, I think I'd better get back to the dormitories..." Yawned Pidge, once he had finished eating one of the remnants of the cheesecake Hunk had made for dinner (which was the only thing he had actually touched of all the ones on the tray, because he didn't feel like eating, as per usual), as he stretched out his limbs and put away his books and other belongings.
"But I still haven't finished... – Lance whined once again, God he was getting angry at himself, why was he so whiny? – You don't get the privilege to leave the house..." Pidge couldn't believe what he was hearing... What the heck was wrong with his friend?
"You know I have curfew right? I'm not so lucky as to be able to afford an apartment in the city... I can't get inside the building after 10 PM sharp and since I have to run some errands before going back I have to go now if I don't want to sleep on the cold hard ground..." Scoffed the worn down guy while strolling toward the door to put on his shoes and coat before taking his leave after bidding the other two goodbye.
Not long after, an hour at best, Lance, who was taking a shower to try and wash the tiredness off of himself, heard Hunk's phone go off with the unknown number ringtone (yes, Lance had learned over the years that his BFF loved to personalize everyone's contact and learned all the songs since he helped him choose them), which on his own would have been strange, but the concerned tone that plagued his personal cook the last week had returned and it made Lance weary. He got out of the shower and walked toward the living room where Hunk was pacing nervously back and forth, his tall bulky figure hunched in deep worry, his free hand winding through his short chocolate brown hair, making a mess of them. Lance assumed that he was arguing with the person on the other end at the fast paced exchanges the two were having, but the only thing he was able to make out was the last phrase: "I'll be coming over, be there in a few minutes" accompanied by a sigh as he shut the phone and stormed out of the flat, ignoring him completely. This couldn't be a good sign.
His concerns about the call evaporated once his body decided to give him a taste of what Hell felt like. He must have catched a strange virus since his temperature had risen and he was feeling as if his skin was burning. His instinct brought him on the balcony of his flat, accessible from the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, and he sat on the bench. But then it was too cold, the difference between his and the outside temperature making him shiver and his head grow dizzy, so he crawled back on the couch and cocooned in a bunch of sheets, leaving the window ajar so as to have a more favourable habitat to stay in.
Suddenly he realized something, the pain in his gut and the uncomfortable sensation of slick wetting his boxers making the other symptoms add up: he was in heat, he was presenting and he was an Omega.
He felt a sob escape his lips as tears he didn't know he had been crying fell down his cheeks, his emotions were skyrocketing because of the heat and apparently the turn of sadness had already came. Being an Omega meant he couldn't go at the Garrison anymore, which meant that he'd have to choose another university, or give it all up and hope to find a good enough Alpha, carry his children and take care of their house. God he'd have to change his attitude, he sure didn't fit in the stereotype of the usual Omega...
His train of thought was interrupted by knocking on the door of his flat. He stood up and looked down after getting rid of his cocoon, only now noticing that he had nested. Another sob escaped his lips, he felt so utterly miserable... Rubbing at his face he dried his tears at best as he could (which wasn't much) and went to open the door. He stopped a few inches away from the door knob as a strong Alpha smell wafted in his nostrils. Good he hoped that Alpha was strong enough to kill him once he lost control.
When the door swung open Keith was met by the powerful smell of heat and arousal, looking at the person in front of him he noticed the tear streaked face and the familiar blue eyes of his "rival". Truthfully he didn't remember that the obnoxious guy lived three floors down from him, just like he didn't remember that he was an Omega.
"Lance?" The man in question smiled sadly: "I didn't think you knew my name, ass-" sobs interrupted him before he could keep insulting the mullet-head at his door. He tried to stop them uselessly, successfully smothering himself though, and fell to his knees, curling on the floor, too weak to put up a fight against the boiling wave of heat in his lower half. The pain was searing, making him feel as if all his bones shattered at the same time, then everything went numb. The feeling of a cold nose dragging over his jugular and even colder hands sneaking under his shirt and running up and down his back sent pleasurable shivers down his body. Lance acted on his omegan instincts, leaning against Keith, who was crooning softly, and mewling. He stilled: why was the Alpha holding him so tenderly? Shouldn't he be dominating him? Didn't he hate him for being him?
"Why are you helping me? Shouldn't you be making fun of a fucking Omega?" Lance cried out hysterically as another wave of heat hit him, having Keith close was helping, but not close enough for his Omega.
"Why should I? How could I? You are suffering... How were you accepted at the Garrison?" Keith didn't understand why an Omega would be let in, not because they were inferior, but because they were in danger if they were to be in close contact with so many Alphas in an enclosed space such as a spaceship (although he knew that the Garrison wasn't of the same opinion, they just thought that Omegas weren't deserving of being considered heroes by the young ones, fucking traditionalists... fucking Iverson).
"Late bloomer" another whimper filled Keith's ears as Lance started trembling in his arms. God he didn't think that heats could be so painful.
"Would you be okay if I helped you out? Keeping the window open wasn't a good idea... I could smell you from my flat... I was worried..." As much as he couldn't stand his obnoxious rival, he couldn't leave him in this situation, as it was wrong for an Alpha to take advantage of someone during heat, it was just as wrong to not protect and help them. At the court nod Lance managed Keith let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and closed the door behind him with a nudge of his feet, seen as the two of them were cuddling on the floor right in front of it. Carefully he hoisted the poor newly presented Omega up and strolled confidently toward his room, he thanked every God in existence that his senses were more than good so that he didn't have to disturb the dazed guy nuzzling his neck.
Once he got to the bedroom he gently laid Lance on the covers and watched, albeit scolding himself, as the Omega started to nest and curl when he was finished and satisfied with his handy work. Not two seconds later though he started whining looking at Keith, effectively pleading to the Alpha to get closer, to which his instincts wanted to oblige. Keith's Alpha had been telling him to take the Omega and to claim him for himself since the moment he set foot in front of the threshold, and Lance wasn't helping him to control himself, but he knew that as much as he agreed with him he had to be in control if he wanted to be able to look at his reflection in the mirror the next day. So he at least tried to give an alternative: "Do you want me to run you a bath? It could help..." but was soon turned down, so much to keep calm, by a gentle shake of Lance's head followed by a much softer voice, since breathing through the pain seemed to be becoming a challenging feat for the Omega: " I already tried to soothe it that way, but it didn't work... could you please hold me again? It made the pain quiet down a little...".
Those few words were enough to shatter what little resolve Keith still had, he reached for the trembling body and dragged the withering mess that Lance had became on his lap. He nuzzled the sweaty skin of his neck, dragging softly over the scent glands, earning soft moans and mewls. The situation in his pants was becoming tight and his Alpha was pushing forward trying to be let out of its confines, but he held strong, he could do this, he just had to concentrate. But as Lance's teeth and lips dragged over his neck and collarbone his head grew dizzy and a low growl rumbled from deep within his chest.
"Lance? Oi, Lance, look at me... - Keith breathed out as he managed to pry the tanned Omega's face from his neck and looked him in the eyes. How could their colour change so much every time he looked at them? - are you sure you are okay with more than cuddling?" God he at least hoped he could hold his Alpha off if Lance refused anything more than this, also because he wasn't looking forward to let him out. Admittedly he was scared, of himself.
"Yes, please~ just make it stop..." Was the mewling response Lance gave, and it was enough for him to completely lose the battle against his instincts. A loud growl was all the warning he gave to the other before slamming his lips and fangs against his. Unsurprisingly enough their make out session heated up as none of the two was giving into the other dominance, the battle only won by Keith because he managed to slip his tongue inside his Omega's mouth, making him become a moaning mess.
Lance was taken aback by the sudden growl but, as soon as he felt the mullet-head's warm lips against his, his body melted and molded against the other, and his mind put all of its energies into the rough kiss that felt just too good. Suddenly he was shoved to the back of his head, his Omega taking over for the first time, and as he opened his ice blue eyes he was met by the deep red of Keith's ones, which replaced the usual deep gray with speckles of violet, God how he hated the beauty of those stormy orbs. He felt strange, not the bad kind... just different: his feelings were less sharp than usual, as if they were filtered by that being (he was about 90% sure that it had its own conscience and that it was trying to take over him) which was currently moaning in his rival's mouth.
Keith freezed under the gaze of the beautiful man sprawled underneath him, he had never seen irises so close to white, the usual swimming pool blue that seemed to be glowing had been replaced by what he thought to be milky, dull and lifeless polls of ice, he had to rethink everything he believed to be true a second later as dark blue liquid colour started swirling into them, changing the pattern every time he blinked. He was mesmerized just as much as his Alpha, what the heck was that?
Their lips met again, but this time on Lance's initiative, seen as Keith was right out gaping at him, in a slow, tender and loving kiss that made both of their desires stir and come to the forefront. Keith felt Lance grind against his thigh, already hard and probably leaking, so he reached down between their bodies and unbuckled his pants, tentatively he slipped his hand under the hem of his boxers and gave a strong stroke to the wet girth in his hand, receiving a choked moan in response.
"Lance~ don't be shy... let me hear your voice" Keith heard his Alpha whisper next to the mewling Omega's ear, in what he supposed was a sexy voice seen as it managed to get a loud pleased moan out of the guy.
Not a second later he realized that he must had spaced out because suddenly Lance was stark naked underneath him, his hips stuttering in search of some type of contact, and his torn clothes were shredded around them and on the floor. His attention soon returned to the warm body as his hands roamed the silky plains of the Omega's chest and hips, Keith let his tongue follow in the path of his hands and claws, which were dragging lightly onto the unspoiled tan and making soft moans escape the other's lips. As he reached one of the hardened nipples and sucked on it Lance arched beautifully, his hips jerking and his mouth agape.
When his hands reached the leaking cock of his partner he gave only a few teasing strokes, earning half hearted whines as his tongue and teeth seemed to be giving a hard time to Lance in forming coherent thoughts, before diving to his target: the slick covered entrance, twitching for some contact. He didn't wait for the Omega to give him a sign that he was ready for what was coming (not that he could have even if he wanted), slowly but confidently Keith slipped a digit in the tight ring of muscle, easing in without much resistance thanks to the amount of slick the heat was producing.
He was suddenly distracted by a sneaky hand finding its way under the hem of both his pants and boxers to wrap around his own weeping erection, though the strokes didn't last for long since as soon as he regained some sort of control he started moving his finger inside Lance in thrusting motions, making his hand stutter to a stop as his body couldn't manage to move as he would have wanted it to, only making it possible for the Omega to melt into Keith's mouth and fingers.
Earning pleased moans and lewd squelching sounds from the now deep-blue eyed beauty grabbing at the sheets of the bed with tight fists made his Alpha's ego boost to a whole new level. The hand working Lance's hole loose was already covered in slick as he inserted another two fingers in rapid succession, not meeting any resistance, and as he scissored his fingers inside his mind was basking in the smell of arousal and the sinful images of his swollen tip entering the warm cavern. God, he really hoped he would be able to hold his orgasm off enough for Lance to come first. As he hit the sweet bundle of nerves inside the Omega Keith swore under his breath, the sharp cry of his name making his Alpha growl in excitement and his dick twitch. Fuck was the last humanly acceptable thing he thought before all Hell broke loose.
Lance found himself on his hands and knees, his face pressed into the mattress, and Keith behind him, his hands gripping rather painfully his shapely hips, his chest pressed on his back, keeping him caged, and his warm breath fanning over his ear as his tongue traced its shell, making him shiver in anticipation.
Amidst his hazy thoughts he realized that the Alpha's hand had slid along his spine up to the nape of his neck where his curly chocolate brown hair covered his soul mate mark, a violet intricated rune, as his hand grazed upon it a jolt of energy made the both of them still and their heavy breaths halt. Lance couldn't believe just how scared he was feeling... God his Alpha was so going to reject him... He was going to be a failure even at being a mate... He was turned around and he felt Keith rightfully crash over him, his arms reaching behind him, engulfing him in one of those warm, cuddly bear hugs, his nose nestling in the crook of his neck and his lungs taking in his scent. After a bit Lance realized that his claws were tracing the outlines of the mark by memory... How could he even think that Keith would reject him when he was helping him without even knowing him... Oh and how could he doubt him now as he was purring like a kitten against his chest to comfort his troubled mind...
Keith on the other hand didn't understand what was going on until he realized that his most dreaded secret hadn't been busted, and that he was instead just purring and nuzzling against his mate, thank God Lance was his mate or he would have been dead, or hurt... He had feared this moment to come, what was he gonna tell him? Hey we can't be together because I'm a freak of nature and you would be in danger if you stay with me? He had always supposed that he'd never get attached, and that telling his mate to fuck off wouldn't have been a problem, but he was wrong, as per usual... Shiro was so going to laugh at him. Meeting Lance's azure eyes was the sign for his Alpha to let him in control, and make him show the poor excuse of a man he was.
"I'm so sorry Lance" he sobbed against the other's shoulder - when had he started to cry? - tears streaming down his face and making his vision blur. He hid his face in his hands as he sat up, too ashamed to look the Omega in the eyes, but they were soon pried away, making a pitiful whine escape his lips, and warm lips met his in a tender kiss, his unnaturally long fangs scraping against flesh and drawing blood, but Lance didn't seem to mind.
"What's wrong? Why are you apologizing?" the Omega's hands reached to cradle Keith's face, drying the tears rolling down his cheeks with his thumbs. What was the problem? Was it him? Had he done something wrong? Why was his Alpha so sad about finding him? Did he really hate him after all?
Keith hugged Lance close, anchoring himself against the storm raging in his mind and heart, with a monotonous tone he was able to utter: "You don't want me as your mate, trust me... I'm not right for you. I'm not right for anyone who cares to live longer than a week or two... I can't put you in danger. There's something wrong with me... I could hurt you, a lot...". What the actual fuck did that mean? Hadn't he hid this for the longest time? What was he doing?
"You won't... hey... - Lance tipped Keith's head to meet his downcast gaze, his dark eyes meeting his liquid pools, he couldn't believe he was tearing up... - Look at me. You are my mate, my one and only, whatever happens I'll be there for you, okay? I'm not going anywhere..." He tried to reassure uselessly. He may not know what the Alpha ment but he sure as Hell wouldn't accept to be rejected on the base of a flimsy possibility.
"Run for your life! I'm dangerous!" Just like Lance's, Keith's advice fell on deaf ears. What trick was Fate going to play on him? God, was the Omega really so headstrong?
"I DON'T CARE! - was the clear answer he got... Why couldn't he just let it go? Was he really so stupid as to endanger himself? - You can do whatever you'd like to me, I'm yours just as much as you are mine. I'm not giving up on you, on us! - once again his eyes shifted colour and his voice got a few octaves lower, and way more assertive - Please Alpha~ claim me as yours~ I need you~" Keith only heard the mewl before the beast inside of him took over again, this time more controlled, as it laid Lance gently on his back and went down on him, kissing every inch of his body, before opening him up to have better access and slowly aligning his hips to his entrance. He had planned to go slow, but as the Omega's legs wrapped around his waist and forcefully slammed his cock deep inside him the Alpha lost all his resolve.
A low growl filled the room when Keith started pounding into the moaning mess Lance had become, his tight ass clenching rhythmically around his girth in time with his relentless thrusts. He started leaving hickeys and open mouthed kisses down the Omega's neck as he arched beautifully, his blue eyes wild and darkened with pleasure. Feeling every muscle in the lean body tense and clench around him more and more as his climax neared Keith bit down onto the tender flesh of Lance's neck, breaking the soft skin with his fangs, marking him as his.
The moment Lance felt the Alpha's, his Alpha's, canines sink into his flesh his length hit his prostate with just the right angle and force to send him tumbling over the edge with a loud moan and a cry of his mate's name. His vision blurred and blanked out as he came down from his high, his body going limp in the process. Once he got his senses back the first thing he felt was the gentle drag of Keith's tongue over his burning mark, the new scar feeling as if it was on fire, and the soft croons coming from deep within his chest.
The Alpha's heart rejoiced at the soft purr coming from the Omega as he cuddled as close to it as possible. Keith might have fought that marking Lance right now could have been one of his not-so-bright ideas, but his instinct couldn't have been happier. It had only been a few hours since he had seriously met his mate (the other times didn't actually count as meetings...) and it felt like it had already been a lifetime. It just felt so right and domestic to hold him close to his chest... As Lance dived low and nuzzled his scent glands he realized that the heat had quieted down and that the Omega's muscles weren't paralyzed by the heat and the pains it brought anymore.
"Keith~ - a soft whisper close to his ear made him look down to meet the magnetizing azure pools that were the lustful beast's eyes - knot me~" too distracted by his sweet smell and beautiful body the Alpha hadn't realized that his dick was still plunged deep inside Lance and that the knot had already formed at its base. Smirking, pleased by the lewd request, he slowly slid deeper, stretching the Omega's tight hole wider and making him mewl loudly and boldly Keith's name at the feeling of the enlarged girth moving farther into his depths, rubbing all the right places and making him feel full and satisfied. Lance's overstimulated hole made him moan in pleasure at every slow deliberate thrust against his prostate, which fastly built his second orgasm up, way sooner than he'd liked it to come, but he couldn't bring himself to care as much as usual as longas his Alpha kept his pace up and kissed him into the sweet, sweet oblivion of his climax.
It wasn't long before Keith's rhythm broke into fast and dragged out thrusts, which tugged against his knot making pain mix with pleasure, reaching deeper the more he got close to the edge of his own orgasm. As Lance started tightening in regular clenches around his cock his hips stuttered, moving one of the other's legs over his shoulder, he plunged in with just the right angle, and out of the blue his legs gave out and he lost his balance, slamming against the sweet spot at full force, both of them tumbled over the edge together. Only when it was too late the Alpha realized his mistake: he hadn't thought about putting on a condom for he didn't plan neither to mate nor to knot, and Lance was in heat, which meant that there was a 89% probability that right about now the Omega's body was hosting a kid, his kid. Well...Fuck... He wasn't gonna tell, to anyone. He so hoped that just this one time science lost its quarrel against Fate... Shit!
The next minutes went by in a blur, their minds kind of fuzzy because of the amount of hormones going around their bodies as the bond settled and Keith's knot shrinked, letting him slide out of Lance without causing him any pain. Strangely enough hugging his mate close made Keith forget of his fears, facing a highly possible pregnancy seemed not that big of a problem as he held the Omega close to his chest and soft purrs emitted from the both of them. Carefully they rolled around so that Lance could sprawl comfortably over Keith's torso and they stayed curled up together for a while, gently caressing the flushed expanses of flesh still free of the clothes and breathing in each other scents. Neither of them had ever thought that they'd live enough to experience such a sense of calm and happiness, and it just felt so right. Before any of them could realize they were both nodding off and being embraced by a peaceful slumber, one none of them had had the pleasure to experience in a while seen as both of them had their fair share of reasons not to sleep, or to sleep for a very short time.
The first to wake the next morning was Keith. He sat up slowly, detangling himself from Lance's strong and long limbs carefully as not to wake him when he was sleeping so peacefully. He looked so innocent... The Alpha stretched his arms and back, moaning softly once his spine cracked satisfyingly from his bottom up to the last vertebrae of his neck. After his morning routine, made of cranky grumbling about where he put his things, that as usual he had lost somewhere (and that didn't depend on whether he was in his own apartment or in someone else's) and how the furniture's edges were way too sharp to be considered safe, before wandering out of the room.
Once he achieved the first step of an awful stair that lead nowhere he proceeded with the second, aka finding the bathroom and emptying his bladder. It took him five (five for fuck's sake!) entire minutes to realize that this flat was exactly like his but as if reflected into a mirror, which meant that if he was used to go to the left he had to move to the right, and if he wanted to go "north" here he'd have to bring his ass to the "south"; he despised his sleepy mind so much... Why was it so fucking slow?
After that easy consideration he managed to make his way to the bathroom and tick "step two" off of his list. Looking around the room he noticed a fairly big bathtub sitting at the far corner of the room, right under the small window lighting the place up (since he couldn't bother to switch the light on), which instilled an awesome (yes, he was really proud of it) idea into his mind. Now he only had to hope that Lance was of the same opinion...
He opened the water and waited for a little puddle to form on the bottom of the tub to throw the content of a bottle with "pearly bubbles" written over it (which he guessed would serve at his purpose just right) before going back to the room where his mate was sleeping, curled in a tight ball on the big bed. He made his way toward him and gently shook him awake.
"Morning Lance - he smiled. How could his demeanour change this fast? He wasn't one to smile this much usually... everyone knew... - I made a bubble bath, want to join?" An azure iris fogged by sleepiness focused on him, then it blew wide as the Omega's expression brightened, which was enough of an answer. Lance, too tired (read lazy) to try and stand up, just opened his arms and made grabby hand motions, begging Keith to carry him wherever, he was so similar to a toddler that he was tempted to make some kind of remark, but obliged anyway. The result was a lanky guy wrapped around a smaller one like a koala and blocking any type of movement in the other, thankfully the Alpha managed to carry both of them safely to their destination.
Halfway through the third task of the day (aka getting Lance alive in the bathtub) Keith was interrupted by said person cranky voice: "There's a post-it on the front door, can we go take a look? It could be Hunk..." speech that was soon interrupted by a lengthy yawn. Not wanting to make the past rivalry come out again the Alpha just complied with a hum, he got close to the door enough for the person in his arms to reach for the tiny sheet of paper fastened to the door frame before moving again toward the now probably flooded bathroom.
Lance's voice broke the still air once again after he managed to read what was written on the pastel yellow post-it, that Keith initially thought was white, in chicken handwriting: "It's Hunk, he says, and I cite: "I'll be coming back tomorrow morning, Hunk. PS: don't get pregnant, use condoms"... he must have come in while we were going at it, oops~" the Omega's giggle filled Keith's ears and made him smile even more, how could he be so lucky and have such a cute mate?
"Hunk is your bulky hawaiian friend isn't he? - he still didn't know any of Lance's friends names, really names never stuck with him - Hope he doesn't kill me once he finds out we didn't follow his advice..." the Alpha said as he finally entered the bathroom again.
"He doesn't have to know, does he?" Lance blabbered leaning against him once Keith stepped in the bathtub and sat, engulfing them with the warm water, that miraculously hadn't overflowed.
"I believe that you wouldn't be able to lie or to keep a secret even if your life depended on it" he chuckled and Lance answered with a half hearted whine, knowing perfectly well that his mate was right, just for the Hell of it (and to distract him) he started nuzzling and licking the Alpha's scent glands, making him hold his breath and groan.
"Lance don't tease... We can do it again later, after you've eaten and drank something, you need energies to keep up with the heat. I don't want to hurt you because you pushed your limits." Keith warned as he got up and away from the hot (literally and figuratively) Omega.
"But Alpha~ I need you~" Lance mewled in the haze of his heat, which was coming back at an alarming speed.
"Nope, later... what do you want for lunch?" Keith tried to redirect his attention onto something else, but he had to admit that it was more to distract himself than anything, the alluring smell of arousal was making it difficult for the Alpha to keep his cool and not jump the Omega's bones. He realized that comparing Lance with a toddler was way too flattering, his whining was way more insistent and annoying.
"I want you, Alpha~... You'd be a tasty meal~" At the mewling and whining coming from the lewd Omega Keith could only pray whatever God was there to give him enough strength to keep his mind out of the gutter and don't fuck him raw. With a whispered excuse he turned his back and walked out of the room, toward the kitchen, with a heavy heart and a grumbling stomach.
When he strolled inside the kitchen his heart skipped a beat and he cursed under his breath. There, resting his back against the fridge was Hunk, his arms crossed over his chest and a murderous glare fixated on him, which only meant one thing: he knew.
"Morning, Keith. - he said with a voice too sweet for his tone to be considered innocuous - I see that you must have realized your mistake in screwing around with my friend, in my home, under my watch. You should know that walls are thin 'round here, asshole." The smile he sported as he strolled leisurely toward Keith, who was paralyzed in fear (God, how could a Beta be so frightening?), was anything but calming, once he got close enough he got his face low enough to whisper directly into the Alpha's right ear, nearly brushing against the hickeys Keith knew his mate had left there the previous night, not that the brooding guy was much taller but Mullet-head was rightfully trying to shrink away from the threatening aura. Lowly and with a hint of growl underneath Hunk asked: "Do I have to sharpen some knives and cut your balls too, in addition to your brother's?" He was so, so screwed... wait his brother? No-one knew about that tiny detail of his life... How could he, of all people know? Oh, right, Pidge... Anyway what had his brother have to do with all this pep talk?
"Takashi?" Keith inquired trying to get the discourse away from himself. Like, why was he in an argument concerning sex and someone? The guy wouldn't even try to start a relationship. Look how well it went with his sibling and family. Not that he was any better, but still.
"Yeah, your brother. He just hosted my other best friend in his house while she was hit by her first heat, I can only imagine what he was up to... And I come back home, after checking on them, to the sound of loud lewd moaning and the scream of the name of none other than the aforementioned guy's brother... Is it a thing that runs in the family to mate with the first Omega you find?" The growling had grown louder and louder as the Beta shoved Keith against the wall, his eyes seeing red and his mind demanding of him to protect the most precious people in his life. The Alpha let him scream and shout all he wanted without opposing resistance and without talking back, completely agreeing with him about not being able to control his instinct. He knew for a fact he had only opposed resistance to his Alpha to an extent and knew that knotting Lance hadn't been a brilliant idea. His mind wandered while he was being manhandled, not even caring to try and protect himself from the hits he was taking: why must his and his brother's path meet once again? Isn't it okay for two freaks of nature to try to have a normal life without clashing and colliding? Would they keep hurting each other? Should he had run farther away? Should he have made different choices? Was this all a sick game of Fate? Or were they really only two puppets in a game of chess, with no free will and hope of survival?
Meanwhile Lance stepped into the room, with a towel around his hips and one over his head, and didn't even notice what was going on, his stomach demanding to be fed and making his mind zero onto the fridge, which looked as if it had been touched by God's light with angels singing around it too, until he actually looked up from the cup of milk he had poured for himself at the stoves. His first reaction was worry for Keith, seeing his mate become a punchbag for his best friend wasn't funny and he could feel some of the pain through the bond. Then he watched as the Alpha's body seemed to go limp before golden yellow took over his dark irises (scary) and he became feral, attacking Hunk with sharp teeth and claws. The Omega's mind acted on instinct (although maybe the heat was making his decisions a little bit too reckless for his own good), he stood and in the blink of an eye he was between the two quarreling parties. Shit, definitely not a good idea!
Keith's elongated nails stopped at a millimeter from Lance's face, who saw his life pass before his eyes as he was being shoved out of the way by a familiar hand. Both the Omega and Hunk, watched as the Alpha's eyes returned to their normal color, worriedly looking for any sign of hurt on the two and an apologetic look casted their way before he slumped on the floor, unconscious. One question rose in both of their minds: What the fuck was that?
A/N:
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