[ Lance needs to be somewhere - anywhere else right now. He can't -- he can't be here, not when Shiro isn't certain he can control himself, not on the first day and not after having next to nothing for so long. Between the military and being captive, it's no wonder he's out of sync but the worst part is that he doesn't know what's wrong.
It doesn't feel like a rut, which is concerning all on its own but the fact that it feels like what he imagines a heat feels like is even worse. He's not an omega, he hasn't ever been one. ]
It doesn't matter.
[ Yes goes unsaid. Shiro grips the door tighter, trying to use that to ground himself and then hears the metal screech as his fingers compress it, leaving visible finger dents in it from his metal hand. Horrified, he jerks back into the room and God, he can smell himself. It smells like a heat, but it's wrongwrongwrong. ]
It can't be - I won't get heat sickness.
[ If he says it enough times, maybe he'll start to believe it. Shiro shudders out a breath, all too aware that Lance isn't leaving, he isn't stepping out and closing the door, he's just standing there and Shiro--
Shiro can't stop himself, coming in close, pressing his face into the crook of Lance's neck and inhaling, hands clenching tight on his hips to hold him there. He smells like home, like pack and it's overwhelming. ]
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It doesn't feel like a rut, which is concerning all on its own but the fact that it feels like what he imagines a heat feels like is even worse. He's not an omega, he hasn't ever been one. ]
It doesn't matter.
[ Yes goes unsaid. Shiro grips the door tighter, trying to use that to ground himself and then hears the metal screech as his fingers compress it, leaving visible finger dents in it from his metal hand. Horrified, he jerks back into the room and God, he can smell himself. It smells like a heat, but it's wrongwrongwrong. ]
It can't be - I won't get heat sickness.
[ If he says it enough times, maybe he'll start to believe it. Shiro shudders out a breath, all too aware that Lance isn't leaving, he isn't stepping out and closing the door, he's just standing there and Shiro--
Shiro can't stop himself, coming in close, pressing his face into the crook of Lance's neck and inhaling, hands clenching tight on his hips to hold him there. He smells like home, like pack and it's overwhelming. ]