A Klance Fanfic - For Him

We've Been Making Shades Of Purple Out Of Red And Blue

"L-Lance," he whimpered.

"What's that buddy? I'm going to need you to speak up buddy. Keith. Talk to me," the voice said. It was deep but smooth.

Keith was suddenly aware of Hunk's large hand rubbing his back as if he were trying to help sooth the Omega from throwing up.
   
Keith shivered away from Hunk's tough, trying to get up on his wobbly feet. He was grateful to find that they were sturdier than he expected them to be. He could feel Hunk grab onto him, making sure he didn't fall. But Keith didn't want to be touched by that Alpha right then, even though he knew Hunk would never do something like those others did.
   
And he hated that.
   
He hated how he now felt dirtied being touched by Hunk, one of his oldest and sweetest friends who had a beautiful girlfriend. He hated how he felt victimized when he should've been strong. He hated how the bad butterfly flapped its wings so hard that he almost got knocked back by it. He hated how he was so weak to this... thing that was inside of hin. It wasn't even something he could see, just imagine, and he hated how much he hated it.
   
He just needed some space. He needed to see something other than the red all over the room. He needed to feel something other than dirty. He needed... "Lance!" he croaked again. But it sounded much more like a broken plea this time.
   
New arms snaked their way around Keith's waist, holding him flush into their chest. The Omega felt his heartbeat pick up exponentially before the calming scent of burning honey filtered its way into his thoughts. He couldn't help but relax in Lance's arms.
   
"L-Lance!" he choked out, on the verge of sobbing. The Alpha allowed him to turn around and hide in his chest
   
"It's okay Cariño, it's okay. I've got you now. I've got you." Keith picked up how Lance's voice sounded thick with emotion. Whether it was sadness, anger, something else, or a mixture of all of those was undistinguishable.
   
"I think you guys should get outta here before anyone gets here, I'll take care of stuff here for you guys," Hunk spoke up.
   
He didn't want to interrupt whatever moment the two were having, he really didn't, but due to everything that just happened it was important that Lance get Keith out of school. One for Keith's safety from everyone, and one for Lance's safety from teachers. Speaking of, where the hell were the teachers?
   
Lance nodded at Hunk, sending a silent thank you before tightening his grip around Keith and started moving, dragging the smaller male along with him. Lance was on high alert, beyond that even. His scent was dangerous, only Keith could find comfort in it at this point. The Cuban wore a snarl on his face an a blackened aura beneath his piercing blue eyes.
   
Before they left the room, Keith peeked out from when he was tucked into his Alpha to take a look at what had become of the other Alphas in the room they were leaving. He saw red, but not bright red, blood red. It wasn't just his vision, or the light playing tricks on him, there was a lot of red.
   
Keith could feel his eyes widen, but before he could get a detailed look Lance was pushing his head back into his chest.
   
"Don't look," Lance whispered lowly. It was almost like a command, and Keith wasn't emotionally stable enough to be anything but submissive to his boyfriend.
   
They dashed through the hallways that were crowded like hell, but it was like the Red Sea, parting for them the moment anyone got a whiff of Lance's strong scent. They burst out of the front door pretty easily, even teachers seemed to leap out of their way and neither of them stopped to talk to anyone or to grab stuff from their lockers before hurdling into Lance's car.
   
As soon as he started the engine Lance was out of the school parking lot.
   
"Where are we going Cariño?" he asked.
   
"My house," Keith whispered, surprised that he even used his own voice to talk instead of dramatic gestures.
   
Lance merely nodded in understanding, breath still uneven. It was then that Keith took in the time to look Lance over.
   
His heart almost dropped when he saw the dried blood over his knuckles, down his nose, and some splattered across his shirt. He had wanted to ask Lance where he had been the entire time that Keith was sobbing on the floor, but then decided against it. Whatever Lance had been doing, it was not something he needed to know just yet, maybe after he had calmed down.
   
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