In Death's Arms

A/N: ENJOY THIS FUCKING HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

The bed Keith woke up only to be tempted back to sleep by the softness of the sheets under him and the warmth of the blanket over him. The pillow under his head felt like a literal cloud, bringing about a heavy fog within his mind. Vaguely, Keith registered the sound of someone moving around, the sound of food being prepared along with the sound of a fire hard at work to keep the whole place warm and toasty.

Disregarding the fact that his roommate never cooked a day in their life (hell, Keith wasn't even sure if they could), their place was a mess and the air con was never working, and his bed was so lumpy he had Gucci bags under his eyes from too many sleepless nights, Keith sighed in contentment and sunk deeper into the bed beneath him!

The college drop out suspended his disbelief if only for the fact that the last time he had a bed this nice he hadn't even reached double digits. So, if this was some kind of messed up prank or he'd been... I dunno, kidnapped then so be it. For the meantime, Keith was going to continue sleeping and work it out from there.

That was until he smelt what was coming from the other side of the room. Mouth watering at the smell of spices, stomach growling as his nose caught a whiff of garlic, licking his lips at the roasted pumpkin and the sound of it being pulled out of the oven.

At this point, Keith didn't care, and sat up, hoping to see who was making that dish sent straight from heaven and what they were making. On the other side of the cabin, Keith found upon sitting up, stood a bear of a man, looming over a pot with a hand blender as he turned the contents in the pot into a puree.

A stone or maybe two dropped into Keith's stomach, any hunger he felt vanished into thin air at the sight of the man as fear took its place. Scratch thanking the guy, Keith needed to leave in negative 5 seconds before he-

The bear of a man turned around, a smile bringing warmth to his face. As their eyes met, however, the expression was slapped off of his face as he jumped, nearly dropping the blender in his hands and making a mess of the place. With a sigh, the man's shoulders slump, a hand to still his beating heart.

"Geez, dude, you scared me!" He laughed, heartily and full of body.

"I, uh... I could see... that..."

What exactly does one say in a situation like this? 'Hi, yes, hello, I would like to inquire about why I am here and not in my shitty apartment with my equally shitty roommate, please and thank you!' Yeah, no, that would just bring about more awkwardness than Keith's gay ass could handle so maybe try a different approach?

"Uh... N-nice place you got here...?"

Dumbass.

"Oh, thanks!" The guy said over his shoulder, going back to his work. "I made it myself, with a bit of help, Shiro's great at this kind of stuff!" He waved his hand in gesture to the entire place. "Oh yeah, I'm Hunk by the way."

"Oh, uh, my name's Keith."

"I know!" Hunk said, all too happily given that he just admitted to knowing information about Keith whilst the two of them were complete strangers.

"Oh, you do?"

"Oh, shit, that sounds really bad, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it kinda does." Keith wrung the top of the blanket over his hands, anxiety and worry settling in his stomach. "Why am I here? What happened?"