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"I will give you two options," Lotor smirked, bearing down at Shiro, four swords kept against his neck while his team was caged and his boyfriend, neck held tight by Lotor's fist.
"Just tell them!" Shiro snapped, eyes worried over Keith's face twisted with pain, lack of oxygen. "Alright alright... option one, I kill all of you and use your meat to feed my army," Shiro's glare furthered, the whimpers of his team intensified. "Or option two, leave this galra with me, and I won't lay a finger on your other friends." Lotor finished with a smirk, fingers loosening to let little oxygen into the purple furred galra's throat then retightening.
That kicked the air out of Shiro. His face fell and he paled, eyes connecting with Keith's, already able to tell what his mate would be barking at him, save the others! He took in a deep inhale, squeezing his eyes shut, the guilt of seeing his mate-
"Option two."
Laughter went around the room, galra cackling and he turned to Lance, Hunk, Allura, Coran and Pidge, they were all screeching as a purple spray choked them, each falling over, eyes red with water.
"What the hell? What'd you do?!" He growled, trying to push at the swords surrounding him. Lotor rolled his eyes, his haughtiness dancing around in his yellow eyes. "It's meer sleeping gas, they'll be dropped off at your courters." Lotor dragged Keith to his lap, the boy clawing at him before he was too, injected with a purple liquid, no doubt to knock him out.
Shiro instinctively let out a quick whine, ducked and dashed out of the galra's reach and to Lotor's throne. "Keith!" He stopped almost two feet short of grabbing him, pinned back by Lotor's deathly glare.
He huffed from running and looked sadly at his mate. "I wanted to talk to him, say good bye!" Shiro growled at Lotor, but the prince simply smirked. "Oh, you'll see him plenty," a sudden contraption closes around his neck, a blue collar. Before he could question it pain erupted in the back of his head and it went dark.
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Keith woke up, his throat dry. He reached his hands up to run a hand on the bruises likely left there, shocks of pain from just grazing them. He lepted up, he was in chains, naked. Purple soft sheets and blankets around him, the chain on his wrist and ankle linked together five feet down and was locked to the bottom peg of the bed, drapes nearly keeping it invisible.
The room was warm, a small kitchen a few feet away with a door open, a bathroom by the looks, the whole flooring was cold metal. A lonely rug sat at the side of the bed, matching purple.
Keith felt his throat constrict, tears gathering from his eyes, his omega felt so abandoned, so so abandoned. Keith knew better, Shiro did it to save the team and better yet, himself and Keith was glad but...
The door cracked open, light pouring in the dark room, killing any mood that gathered in the dark. Lotor stepped in confidently, a cart with trays, likely food, was on top, being wheeled by the devil himself right to Keith.
Lotor chucked, smirking at the galra's glare. "Oh don't be like that, I brought you're favorite food, mashed potatoes and steak." Keith watched his movements as he took the lid off, his mouth salivating at the delicious smell. It was indeed his favorite food.
"I'm guessing you'd rather drink first," Lotor handed him a metal cup, made for the upper class. "Milk, you must be parched." Keith hesitantly took it, keeping a worried glare on the princes too soft for comfort face.
He took a sip, his mouth instantly bursting with flavor, he had no idea what type of cows they had but it was good, great even. Lotor dat at the end of Keith's bed, the boy jolted and froze in his drinking, waiting a few moments before continuing.
Lotor smiled, something that shouldn't be possible from a man who's killed thousands under his orders. "I'm sorry about earlier, it was the only way to get that hunk of metal to bend to my will." That got him a reaction.
Keith hissed and leapt at him, claws out as he swung at him, Lotor instantly jumping out of the bed with a scowl.
"DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT HIM THAT WAY!" Keith tried chasing after him but fell to the floor and cried out, his ankle pulling in strain. Lotor cackled, a deep ominous reverberate through the room. Keith's eyes snapped back to his purple eyes, regret seeping through but he grit his teeth, no, no he doesn't regret standing up for his mate.
He looked up after a minute of silence, confused over not being slapped or beaten in seconds. He looked up, instantly wishing he didn't.
Lotor was grinning, hot and bothered type of look and the tent in his pants showed exactly why. A wet shiver ran through Keith, through his omega. "Ah.."
Lotor's eyes lidded, his smirk turning into something out of a wet dream as he strode to Keith's rapidly retreating form, crawling under the covers, holding them tightly to his chest.
"Aw, what's wrong little kitten? Afraid of what happens after biting the hand that feeds you?" He gestured to the cart of untouched cooling food. "Come on now, your deprived of your alpha you were torn from, your omega must be desperate for a strong alpha right about now,"
"What a slut." Lotor finished with a growl reverberating through his chest, making Keith shudder. "I'm not a slut! Shiro's the only one for me!" Lotor cocked his head to the side a mocking whine. "But that isn't the way inner omegas work now is it? You're unmarked and in pre-heat-" "So what?!" "And very hostile, well you won't be soon but rest assured.." he murmured bringing his lips to the growling galra's ear.
"I'll fuck you till you’re knocked up."
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Shiro groaned, his head pounding with a headache, originating from his back skull. He pushed himself him, woozy but one thing clear on his mind, finding a way back to Keith with his voltron right behind-
He's not at home. Shiro gaped at the cell he's in, a small tv up high with only a mattress on the floor, toilet and sink. He ran to the bars and shook them. "Hey! Someone let me out of here!" He yelled out. Nothing, not even a guard or inmate around.
He stood there calling for hours until giving up momentarily to sit down, the bars cold on his good arm.
Dozing off wasn't a plan but he found himself shocked upright when foot steps echoed and stopped right in front of his cell, turning of course brung him face to face with that smug piece of shit.
"How's the cell, up to your pathetic standards?" Lotor chuckled tauntingly, causing Shiro's anger to rise even more. "Why the fuck am I here?" Lotor seemed genuinely confused. "What do you mean? Oh, yes, no, I said I'll let your friends go, never said you." With that he stood up, starting on his way again.
"I have an omega's heat to sate, get comfy, we'll be shortly putting some.. entertainment on tv for you." Shiro reached out and snatched his pant leg, clutching for dear life. "Don't you fucking touch a hair on his head! Abuse me all you want but if you touch him I swear to god I'll rip out your eyes and feed them to yourself!" Shiro roared, all that was swimming in his mind was to protect his omega, his Keith.
His
Lotor used one yank to rip his pants free, harshly stepping one his hand that fell. Shiro cried out, a deep curse after. "Don't you tell me what to do with my property." With a quick snap he left once again. Shiro cursed over and over, with new motivation he got up and beat the bars, denting them but not one broke. He continued for a hour until the sound of his tv turned on.
He turned to it, glaring, but his eyes widened and his force increased quickly, roaring and screaming his throat raw.
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Keith was hot, burning and melting at the same time, a deep ache inside that was clawing and digging. He crooned, a cry for an alpha, any alpha. His mind was fuzzy, a image of someone but he felt it slip away within moments, lofting himself to his knees while his front stayed laying down, his slick slipping from his twitching hole, tantalizing for any alpha to walk by.
And one did.
The door opened a deep inhale had a pleased growl slipping past sharp teeth. "Fuck, I'm gone for three hours and you're wetter than any bitch in heat I've bedded." Keith weakly moaned, turned his face to the side and raised his hips higher, a clear message. The alpha quickly stalked over, undoing his tie and belt.
Soon enough all clothes were scattered on the floor. Lotor was on him in seconds rubbing his rapidly growing hard on against his hole, rubbing, teasing, nipping his cat-like ears.
Keith went wild, meowring in pleasure as he panted, his tail running up Lotor's thigh, crying out in wanton need, soon Lotor pumped his length with slick and slowly pushed his head in, the galra opening giving way instantly, the stretch making Keith claw the bed in pure ecstasy. "Ooh.. ahn!" Keith bit at a pillow, drool soaking up the corner.
"Shit! So fucking wet, sucking me in so good, kitten." Keith purred at the praise, raising to his elbows, Lotor's slim fingers bringing his chin up to lick at his lips, given access as soon as he felt it. Tongues mushed together, wet smacks and grunts mixed together deliciously, a camera zooming in to get a good view.
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Shiro grit his teeth and plugged his ears, the sound of his lover getting dicked down during his heat was driving him mad, mad at Lotor, mad at his erection but never at his Keith. He'll hate himself after his heat, scared he'll hurt himself.