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Two Shadows Went 5

Updated: Apr 12, 2019

Lance was being stalked. …and he wasn’t happy about it.

Keith reached so terribly callously and snatched up another scone from across the table. He chewed with his mouth open. His boots were always muddy. His default face was that stubborn unprovoked hatred for the world and everything in it. He had a terrible hair style, for which he seemed to not even worry about! It was always a fucking mess too, no matter what he did or where he was! He had it in this little messy frizzy bun too just the other night at court. Lance was appalled and tried to make it clear he did not know the possibly part wolf boy that kept tracking him freaking down every twenty-seconds!

Even now, Lance thought. He was sitting out on the garden terrace, Lance had requested breakfast out there, not wanting to have to see the gloomy looks of every one that would be in the grand hall.

Shiro had even come, it was all going to be perfect! Lance had been served a delicious bowl of moon blossom buns and lion fruit and some sour dough scones. And the gardens were so lovely and Shiro had been smiling at him. They had had the best nights sleep cuddled together. Lance was still feeling high from the bravery.

He’d come to breakfast, on the terrace, in the gardens, with Shiro, and moon buns—and then Keith had showed up.

Okay minor stumbling block, till Shiro had stood up, telling Lance he should have a good day and kissing him before— he was gone before Lance could even reach for him.

Now he was left alone at breakfast—with the heathen!

“Hey, so I have a question.”

“Why are you here?” Lance beat him to the punch.

Keith gripped the butterknife in his—yup, those looked like fingerless gloves— and pointed it at Lance. “I have already answered that question.”

“I don’t remember that,” Lance shot back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, maybe someone should start taking notes,” Keith rolled his eyes. “Back to my question.”

Lance didn’t look up from his breakfast. Keith’s questions were never a good thing. The last time—Lance still shivered at the creepy feeling of last time. It had in no way made him feel closer to the werewolf sitting across from him.

“So your friend Hunk,”

“That would be Paladin Hunk,” Lance did not say that in a sing song voice! No, not at all. Because rubbing a higher rank into Keith’s face was not fun at all!

Keith actually rolled his eyes this time before blinking he tried again. “Right, Paladin Hunk.”

“Knowing your place in life is important.” Lance said to Keith in a mockingly caring voice.

Keith smirked at that. “Right.” He finally finished buttering his scone. “But about him—like what is he?”

Lance narrowed his gaze. “I’m not sure I follow.” He shrugged. “Hunk is Altean. He’s the Yellow Paladin of Voltron.” That was all pretty obvious things. “He’s kind of a big bundle of love and a cook and—“

“No,” Keith dead panned, “I mean I can’t really smell him. Like I caught a whiff of Alpha on him but like I couldn’t tell if that was his or…” Keith trailed off his brow lowering in confusion.

Lance’s face shot white as he looked around them nervously. “What—“ he shook his head. ”How can you—?”

Keith gave a nonchalant shrug. “You know most people it’s pretty easy to tell. For instance, Shiro walks in the room and you’re hit with Alpha smell so god damn hard you almost black out, or you, you have one of the most honey sweet Omega scents I have ever caught a whiff of. It’s like this minty honey too, it’s really different—“

Lance was scrambling around the table and had his hands on Keith's mouth to stop him before he could think of anything else to do.

A flash expression of anger crossed Keith's face before he was fighting Lance off. “Don’t do that!”

“Then don’t try talking about inappropriate things!” Lance hollered back.

Keith cocked his head and displayed his hands in a gesture of, ‘excuse me.’

Lance glanced around them. A couple of servants were giving the two a side look and a guard was snickering. Making a split decision Lance grabbed Keith’s—really ugly jacket—and pulled him away. Once they were back through the gardens and away from prying eyes and ears, Lance turned to Keith.

“I’m a Prince!”

Keith gave an exasperated huff. “Yes, you’ve made that really freaking clear!”

“No,” Lance pointed at the terrace back there. “I meant that,”

“I just asked you what Hunk was!” Keith said like it was such an easy thing.

Lance shook his head. “No. You just asked me about sex! In front of other people!”

Keith’s mouth dropped open. “I did not in anyway ask if you and Hunk fucked.”

Lance made an aggravated sound before gathering himself back together. “Look, his gender implies his sexuality!”

Keith blinked at that. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Not like,” Lance said. He was having trouble finding the right words. “Its just— it’s not talked about. Not here anyway. Talking about it is in effect pointing out someone’s role in sex—Prince’s can’t talk about sex!” Lance made the last part very clear.

“How the fuck do you guys ever figure anything out then?!” Keith shook his head like it was the most confusing concept in the world.

“You literally just told me I smell like a beehive!” Lance hissed. “It’s pretty easy to put two and two together sometimes.”

Keith was still blinking his way through processing the information. “That sounds horrible.”

Lance crossed his arms. “It’s refined.”

“It sounds confusing.”

“It’s an unseemly topic,” Lance countered. “Besides, why would I need to talk about it?”

“Well—“ Keith paused. “You’re an Omega. Don’t other people need to know about like heats and all that?”

Lance’s mouth dropped open. “Now you’re the one dropping into archaic opinions.”

Keith crossed his arms at that. “It’s a natural occurrence!”

“Oh and so I expect you think I’m some moaning puddle of slick on the floor when it pops up, huh?” Lance shot back. His jaw was set this time as he fisted his hands. “Look, an Omega wants sex when it happens— but it’s not like I’m an uncontrollable animal. I deal with it, like an adult.”

“So you’re on suppressants?” Keith asked as if that answered a question. “That must be why all the Omega’s here are so free to move around.”

“What?” Lance asked incredulous. “Why the hell would I need a suppressant? My hormones are perfectly fine at natural levels.”

“You just said heats are dealt with really easily here!” Keith was the one to sound aggravated this time.

“Yeah,” Lance gave a gesture as if it was not that hard of a concept. “But it’s not like I take extreme measures. It’s an inconvenience for a week or so, but I get through it, knowing all the sex thoughts I’m having are just that, instincts and thoughts, they don’t dictate my behavior.”

Keith blinked. “So what about the Alphas?”

“You mean like when an Alpha goes into rutt?”

“Yes—well no,” Keith thought about it before clarifying. “Well, one question at a time, I mean when you’re in heat, what about all the Alpha’s around you?”