For him by Troye Sivan

The black haired male, walked down the dark frizzy street. The rain dampened the illumination of the dim lights. The smell of wet grass filling his nostrils, and the noise of the rain clattering onto his umbrella filling his ears.

He was humming a tune, it was the song he and Lance had chosen for their performance the first time they met up. Keith chuckled when he remembered how they had chosen it.

They were siting in Keith's room, his phone laying beside the two boys, the playlist on shuffle. They were trying to find a storyline or a song. But none came to mind. But like the gods had answered Keith's prayers, a song suddenly started playing, and he had recognized it immediately.

Lance looked up from the sheet of paper, a purple pen had been situated between his thin lips. His blue eyes had scanned the god like person in front of him. Who was softly humming to the song, swaying from side to side swiftly.

'We make a really good team-'

Keith had sung tenderly, his voice was indescribable to Lance. It was rough, yet a soft and a light tone. But his voice was deep nonetheless. When Keith had sung that line, something in the back of Lance's heart fluttered, and his mind was ringing distant alarms. But he just couldn't pin-point his memory. It was too far away, and had drifted off in the endless space.

'Though not everyone sees, we got this crazy chemistry...between us-'

Something mischievously had gleamed in Keith's eyes when he made eye-contact with Lance. Keith had started reaching out to him. The pale fingers had wrapped around Lance's wrist, pulling him up along with the latter.

'You don't have to say, "I love you," to say I love you-'

The shorter male had swung his arms over Lance's broad shoulders, and had buried his face into his safe-spot, also known as the crook of Lance's neck, and under the latino's chin. Tucked away safely, hidden from the world.

'Forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons-'

Lance hesitantly had wrapped his arms around Keith's waist, his long fingers curling around the fabric of Keith's too big sweater. He had then noticed, that Keith wore either too big clothes, or crop tops. And he found it absolutely adorable.

'We've been making shades of purple out of red and blue-'

Lance had rested his head on top of Keith's black mop of hair, closing his eyes, finding that he completely related to this song. The both of them did.

'All I need is you, you-'

The taller male had closed his eyes, taking in Keith's calming scent, cinnamon. He smelled even better without the sweat mixed in. Keith's shampoo gave off the scent of pomegranate. Without noticing, Lance had tightened his hold on the other individual.

'And if you break this little heart, it'd be an honour-'

They had just softly swung from side to side, enjoying the other's company. It was strange, how they only knew each other for about 2 days, yet it felt like various lifetimes. Lance kept on thinking about this strange feeling in the back of his mind. Like the lyrics were telling a story, his story, from a previous life. Lance just shook it off. He had Keith in his arms at the moment, so nothing else mattered to Lance.

'All I need is you.'

The song had came to an end, but the boys held their ground. They didn't want to pull away, both of them felt the familiar, yet unknown feeling.

''So, Troye Sivan huh?'' Lance had spoken out teasingly. ''Shut up,'' Keith muttered out. He scanned the alluring caramel coloured skin, and an idea popped up in his head. The mullet-headed male had bitten the skin on Lance's throat, not so gently.

The unexpected motion startled Lance, as he had released Keith immediately tripping himself onto his behind on the floor. Keith couldn't hold back his laughter, as he had giggled shamelessly.

Lance had glared up at the boy, but his brain went numb and his heart fluttered happily. The sight of Keith with a genuine smile, dimples forming in his cheek. Eyes glistening, the violet colour turning into a bright purple. The sound had been a blessing to Lance's ears.

Keith was shaken out of his memories from a week ago, when a car sped by through a huge puddle rainwater, splashing Keith completely.

''Ah!!'' Keith shrieked loudly at the unexpected cold water covering him. He groaned and closed his umbrella, not seeing the point in having it anymore.

''Why?'' He hissed as he looked down at his soaked clothes. It was a little after dinner, he was walking back to Lance's place, who he had texted 15 minutes ago to inform him of his visit, because he forgot his jacket when he left in the afternoon. And it was a quite important piece of fabric to him. His biological mother had given it to him, a few days before the accident.

As if whoever was up there hated Keith like he was the devil himself, it started to hail.

''Really? Quiznak,'' Keith huffed, starting to move from his spot again. He squinted his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows, trying to stop the rain from getting into his eyes. A flash of lightening filled the air. Keith's eyes widened as he took a sharp breath.

''No, please no,'' He mumbled in a quiet voice, his feet automatically started to run as fast as they could. His mind went blank, yet a thousand thoughts filled it up. Keith focussed on the one thing he was longing the most for. And suddenly there was only one person on his mind.

Concrete passed by beneath his feet, his eyes focused in front of him. He looked up and in the distance he saw a person standing in front of Lance's apartment building.

Keith came closer and noticed it was Lance. He looked worried, and scared. Relieve filled his features when he spotted the pale boy he adored dearly. Keith couldn't stop running, not until his body collided with Lance's. Who out of reflex held him close at the first contact their bodies made.

Throughout the week and half they had spent together, almost 24/7, they got to know each other. Keith might've developed a small crush on Lance, but he didn't want to admit it. It was obvious they felt the same, Keith was sure of it. Even his guts said so, and they were always right. Almost always, and Keith had hoped Lance and he would grow into something more. They found it easy to open up to each other. Keith had told Lance about his biological parents, the reason that was lead to why he was utterly terrified of thunder storms. Which helped Lance understand Keith's frantic state at the moment.

''Let's get you inside,'' Lance murmured softly, leading a traumatic Keith inside. Lance struggled to get Keith up the 3 floors of stairs, but strangely succeeded. Once they were safely indoors, Lance helped Keith with his shoes and vest.

''Stay right there, okay?'' Lance spoke out cautiously. He took Keith's wallet and phone out of the wet vest pocket, placing them on top of the counter in the kitchen area. Keith glanced around, spotting Blue and Red curled up together on the sofa. Red's tail secured around Blue's midsection. He smiled at the two cats, until a loud roar of thunder was heard.

Lance rushed out of his room into the living room, with the open kitchen. ''You okay?'' He frantically searched Keith's eyes from a distance. Keith smiled at Lance's caring personality, and nodded slightly.

Lance came up to Keith with towels, and clothes, laying them on the counter.

''Here, else you'll catch a cold,'' Lance smiled cheekily. Keith nodded a thank you and started taking off his soaked clothes. Lance had rounded the corner into the kitchen space. Keith stayed behind the corner, close to the door. He looked through the clothes, Lance had even given him boxers.

Keith pulled on the white boxers, and dark blue pyjama-shorts. Which surprised Keith that it fit him. He held the aqua-coloured oversized sweater in front of him. He knew his own sweaters were too big but he could fit 3 times into this one.

He pulled it on nonetheless. His hands were hidden in the sleeves, which were way too long. The sweater came up to further than half of his thigh, a little above his knee. It slumped off of his shoulder too. It was obviously too big on him, but Keith liked it. First of all, because it was Lance's sweater. Second of all, because he felt protected. The sweater hid Keith from the world.

Keith pulled on the light blue socks, and looked himself over, he chuckled. Yes, Lance really liked the colour blue. Keith rolled his eyes and puffed out some air. But couldn't hide the small smile forming on his plump pale lips.

Keith shivered, still feeling cold, his teeth started to clink against each other. He took his soaked clothes and rounded the corner. Lance was waiting in front of the microwave, humming to a song playing on the radio, the volume loud enough to be heard. Blue was curled up at his bare feet, snuggled close. Keith looked around for Red, but couldn't find her anywhere near Lance. He looked up again, the aura felt homely.

Keith's breath caught up in his throat, this scenery felt way too domestic. Lance felt someone stare a him as he glanced back, a smile finding his lips directly at the sight of Keith.

He turned around completely, his irises widening. Keith swore he saw a red tint onto Lance's cheeks. The latino cleared his throat, and smiled a silly smile.

''Sorry, I couldn't find better clothes to fit you...,'' Lance spoke out, his eyes lingering over Keith's form. The smaller boy felt his face heat up slightly.

''You look even cuter in my clothes,'' Lance mumbled, and took a towel off of the counter. Keith's face went up in flames, as he looked at Lance questionably. Keith knew he wasn't supposed to hear that.

''You gotta dry off your hair, you'll get sick if you don't,'' Lance said in a warm tone, placing the towel on top of Keith's head. Slowly rubbing it around, making Keith's hair curl. They just stared a each other for a while, Lance's hands coming to a stop slowly.

''Thank you Lance,'' Keith murmured softly, tippy toeing to lean up, and bumped his nose against Lance's. It had become their thing, and they both enjoyed it gradually.

The small gesture made Lance crack a wide grin, ''So adorable,'' He said and pulled Keith towards him into a welcoming hug. Keith relaxed automatically and leaned into Lance's warm touch. Keith felt safe, and protected in Lance's arms, he just didn't know why.

A loud beeping sound destroyed the calm aura around them. Lance pulled back, and looked down at Keith gently.

''Go sit on the couch, I think there's a blanket somewhere there... hop hop, go,'' Lance pushed Keith towards the living room area. Keith found his way to the couch and sat on his claimed spot from the previous visits, wrapping the purple blanket around him.

Blue miaowed in front of Keith on the floor, but didn't jump onto his lap. Keith already knew why, once the ginger like cat strolled onto his lap, curling up against Keith. He smiled and waved his fingers into Red's fire like fur.

Lance walked up to the trio, and handed Keith a mug of hot chocolate, and sat beside him. Blue directly jumped onto Lance's lap and made herself at home. The Russian Blue started to purr contently, pawing Lance's bare legs. Keith mentally thanked the powers from above for the existence of booty-shorts.

Lance glanced at Keith and Red, his lips tugging upward slightly.

''You know, I said it a few times before, but Red hates everyone and me the most,'' He chuckled, an amused shine in his eyes, ''Yet she adores you,'' Lance snorted, taking a sip from his own mug.

''You adore me too, no?'' Keith laughed softly. ''You know it,'' Lance chuckled, and elbowed Keith's side.

''Mhm, maybe we should take a break from the dance competition, we almost have the whole choreography anyway,'' Lance said, and Keith hummed in agreement. ''Maybe be could practice everything, in the studio tomorrow?'' Keith suggested.

''Yeah, sure! Eleven good?'' Lance asked.

''Yups...'' Keith sounded distant.

Lance glanced out the window, the sky was still crying buckets. ''Or you could stay the night? I don't think it'll stop until after midnight.''

''I'd appreciate that,'' Keith glanced sideways at Lance, shooting him a small smile. Lance reached out to the remote of the fireplace, pushing the on button. Keith watched the electric fireplace lit up, after a few minutes the warmth reached Keith's skin. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

''Don't forget your jacket tomorrow though,'' Lance laughed quietly, it was more like a breathy laugh. Keith hummed, placing his now empty mug onto the coffee table. He leaned back into the couch again. Lance's scent surrounding him. It was the scent of lavender and the ocean, a rough salty side to it but yet calming and soft. Breathtaking, that is the word Keith had been searching for the past week. He was afraid, he didn't have a crush. He had fallen, so quickly after a heartbreak. Keith was scared Lance was just a 'fill-in'. Someone to go under to get over Lotor.

All Keith could do, was try not to fall. But that was easier said than done, with this gorgeous, perfect, amazing, god-like person sitting beside him. Closer than 'just friends' would.

A lightening bold was seen through the window and Keith jumped slightly. Red and Blue both felt Keith's uneasiness, and miaowed at him. A loud shot of thunder rumbled through the whole apartment. Keith gasped and held back a sob, memories flashing through his head from that day.

Lance put down his mug on the coffee table, chasing Red and Blue of off the couch. He sat back down and opened up his arms,

''C'mere,'' Lance whispered gingerly, pulling Keith onto his lap. He automatically curled himself into Lance, sitting sideways. Lance held Keith close, his eyes darting to Blue and Red. Who had jumped onto the sofa again, staring at their owner. As if trying to communicate.

His lips tugged upward, understanding his cats. He nodded slightly, Blue and Red following swiftly. Curling up together onto Keith's lap, and against Lance's and Keith's chests. Lance closed the blanket around the boy he liked and his two cats. His arm wrapping tightly around Keith's back, his other hand was resting on top of one of Keith's legs.

Keith's hands held onto Lance's shirt, his face hidden into Lance's neck.

''Shh, I'm here, I won't let anything or anyone hurt you Keith. Nothing,'' Lance muttered, an angry tone lingering in the back of his throat.

Or was it a protective and possessive tone? Either way, Red appreciated Lance's attitude as she started purring, Blue's vocals joining in.

Keith was safe, as long as he was with Lance.

Lance.

The raven haired male's eyes drooped close, all his worries slipping away into the abyss. If he could only stay with Lance forever.

The last thing those violet eyes saw, were bright blue ones, before slipping away into the darkness.

'We make a really good team-'
'Forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons-'
'We've been making shades of purple out of red and blue-'

'All I need is-...'

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Alright so, yeah... I don't have the patience for slow burns so... just imagine they bonded a lot the past 1 and a half week, alright? Thanks...

So apparently I can't choose which time i should use, so that's great...

Thanks for the support and patience though! ^-^"

I hope you somewhat Enjoyed!

School starts this Friday again, RIPme2017

Word count: 2643

But EYYY S4 comes out 3 days before my Bday 😌 I've been blessed! Ooorrrr clone-camera-Shiro will ruin my bday ):