Hidden Wings

II

I'm back! And for being gone two weeks, I wrote an info chapter and a chapter 2.

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Keith stared at the male for a minute before jumping into the nearest tree. This was the same chocolate haired male with dark skin that he saw down in hell. He studied the beaten figure, watching as it struggled to stand back up, heading back for Keith. The man looked starved, tired, and beaten.

He was covered in bruises, cuts, and what looked to be lashing marks from whips. Keith knew those scars all too well, especially as someone who once lived down in hell. He still had scars on his back from when Lotor and Zarkon would beat the daemons.

His mind went back to reality when the male fell at the base of the tree. He slowly began climbing down, still cautious of the wingless male. He stayed a fair distance from him, considering the male had escaped a place that took him years to escape.

“Please.. You have to help me… please!” the male begged, crying on the ground.

Keith, being weak to tears and sadness, rushed over to the males side, wrapping his arms around him and rocking him gently, holding the other close as he cried.

“Shh, it’s okay. Let’s get you somewhere safe and you can tell me what’s going on, okay?” Keith said, pushing his dirty hair from his face. “And we’ll get you all nice and clean.”

The chocolate haired male nodded, letting the other hold him in his arms.

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Keith picked up the male in his arms, flying to his home. He had the other undress from his rags and began running a bath for the other. He had been covered in dried blood and dirt, and it was clear he was given some pretty rough treatment.

“My name is Keith. Do you know your name?” He asked the other, leaning down to his scuffed up knees, disinfecting them before he would get in the tub.

“I’m Slave 8414. But in my room, I found a journal after the removal process, and it said Lance. So I am sure my name is Lance,” he said with a smile.

Keith returned the smile, wiping down the last of the rubbing alcohol. “It’s nice to meet you, Lance.”

Keith helped the other out of the remaining rags, stripping him naked and helping him into the bath. The bubbles were supposed to be lavender scented, but immediately as Lance touched the water, the smell changed. Despite being covered head to toe in dirt and blood, the bathroom filled with the smell of fresh baked cookies.

Keith’s head became fuzzy, as he hadn’t eaten or even smelled cookies since he was still alive on earth before his father had passed away. He still hadn’t been able to meet his father, despite being in both heaven and hell. He looked at the boy with amazement, slowly creeping closer to him.

“A-are you going to be bothered if I stay in here while you bathe?” the male asked, awkward as he stood there.

Lance, having his memory gone, found nothing wrong with Keith staying while he bathed. He nodded, scooting against the wall of the tub.

“You can join me, if you would like?” he commented with a smile, allowing the male in with him.

Keith began laughing, yet turning bright red at the same time. “I suggest you bathe with your lover, Lance. That's something people in love do on occasion.”

“I don’t understand. I love you, so shouldn’t it be okay?” he asked with an innocent tone to his voice.

“That's… fine. But only so I can wash your back where your wings were.”

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Keith had undressed and gotten into the tub with Lance, still slightly uncomfortable being so exposed and close to a male he barely knew. However, Lance didn’t understand, and felt no romantic feelings for him at all. So he felt it was okay, repeatedly telling himself that he was only in there to wash the others back. It was getting harder as the blood and dirt washed away from the others surprisingly muscular back.

He was so gay.

Keith gently splashed the water up onto his back one last time before standing up. However, exiting the tub was harder than he thought, regardless of his excitement. The moment Keith bagan to stand, Lance leaned back, trapping the other in the tub, groaning. “Don’t leave me…”

Lance had fallen asleep.

Keith sighed. Of course, his gay ass had to take a very hot and very naked lance out of the tub, dry him, and dress him, all while he was also naked. (He had learned on the fly over to his home that Lance was a very deep sleeper.)

He sighed, slowly pushing the other up and picking him up in his arms, trying to avoid the thoughts in his head.

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“Lance, baby, I know it’s scary. But if this procedure doesn’t work and I lose you, I want you to know how much I love you, baby. Be strong for me, baby.”

“Mama… please don’t leave me… I don't wanna go yet.” Lance whimpered. He had been suffering from a brain tumor for the past 5 years. They hadn’t been able to fully remove the tumor, and it was starting to affect his health greatly.

His mother’s tears soaked his shirt. No mother was quite ready to leave their child, yet here they were, at the hospital, waiting for a procedure that only gave Lance a 25% chance of survival. But if they didn’t go through with it, he wouldn't have any chance.

Lance watched as tens of nurses rushed down the hall, screaming as they did. Bullet wound. Someone had been shot in a fight. He watched as the male laying in the bed had been clinging to his last moments alive. Lance couldn’t help but walk over to the other as the nurses and doctors tried clearing the halls.

He was a beautiful man, with a jet black mullet and beautiful violet eyes. He didn’t know how, but he knew this man wasn’t going to live much longer. And neither was he. And he felt drawn to this man, like it wasn’t the last time he was going to see him either.

He pressed his forehead to the others, smiling and grabbing his hand. The other responded by closing his eyes and grasping on tightly to the other’s hand. His groans of pain and tears stopped as the two strangers sat there in the middle of the hall.

“Neither one of us are going to make it, and we both know that. But I’ll see you soon, Keith.”

Lance shot up, tears streaming down his face. He looked around the room, watching as that same raven haired male rushed to his side.

“Are you okay, Lance? What’s wrong?” Keith bolted to his side, surprised as the other shot into his chest.

“I guess neither one of us made it, right? But we both got to see each other again…”

Keith was awestruck. “Wait, you remember? I thought your memory was gone?” Keith questioned, rubbing small circles in his back and side.

“They’ve been coming to me in dreams. I guess I really did that for a reason…” he said, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“You were the reason I could let go of my mortal body and become a converted angel and meet my savior once again. I knew that even if your procedure did work, that I was meant to be with you, to stand tall by your side, no matter what happened. I was meant to find you, my prince.”

-edited by gayastrobabe-