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As much as it pained him to admit it and God did he not want to. This felt like a twisted sort of homecoming, it was here that the old Earth bound Shiro died, his hands stained in the blood of his first kill with hundreds more to follow. His victories gave him time and that time chipped away his humanity bit by bit, oh he was a fantastic actor, he prisoners revered him like a savior, the Galra feared and were in awe of his win streak and Zarkon...his attentions were the worse of all.
He developed a taste for Shiro, there was no other way to describe it...it was almost like somehow he knew what Shiro was going to become and wanted to keep him. Back then he had no idea on Voltron or even if he would ever escape to save the Holts much less himself. Zarkon would request for Shiro and it wasn’t like the man could refuse.
He went after the emperor with all he had that day, Zarkon looked amused and engaged the human in a futile battle, back then Shiro had a lot to learn about Galra speed, strength and skill...and Zarkon WAS skilled. Yet Shiro managed the impossible, he left a scar, long and jagged across his chest…the move cost him.
Shiro didn’t remember hearing his arm snapping, he recalled the bone jutting out from the ragged skin, the blood, he remembered Zarkon over him, how he held his head down on the cold floor and the claws digging in his scalp. Zarkon took his time with him, biting and licking before tearing into his body, the alien organ wiggling then filling his cavity. The strain of that size inside him and twisting up and expanding inside to make a shape that Shiro’s body would always remember.
After that, Zarkon made it a business-no a MISSION to fuck Shiro, in the ring he was the Emperor’s Champion but in private, he was his Emperor’s Pet.
Both titles he loathed.
Shiro stood up and felt his stomach, already he felt the phantom shape rising in him and began to get nauseous, his body aching and straining but he had to regain control of himself. The current situation is totally pear shaped but if Shiro survived worst before, he was going to survive this again because he had to. His friends needed him, the universe needed Voltron, Keith. Even if he didn’t make it to the end, Shiro resolved himself to try and whatever was waiting for him now, he’d meet it head on.
So when Zarkon entered, Shiro stood like a fucking statue, composed, rigid...ready. He already beat Zarkon back in the Astral Plain, earned the Black Lion’s trust and escaped this hell once. So far, he’s got three victories under his belt. The Galra Emperor’s face didn’t emote, something that Shiro was long used to but there was a feeling that he was smug somehow and really, considering where Shiro was currently, that wasn’t surprising.
“Fate brings us together once again.”
“This isn’t fate Zarkon, this is the end.” Shiro’s voice lacked any fear or indecision and the massive Galra barely showed a fragment of concern.
“For whom I wonder?” And that was it, Shiro charged like a bull, the last thing he needed was to get Zarkon a chance to attack him, if he was going to hit, he needed to hit and fucking hard. There was no frenzy in Shiro’s swings, it was almost like a dance and the slow drip of memories started to build in Shiro’s mind. They were compatible, completely, it was a putrid thought but there was no denying the familiarity of their fights together. Zarkon grabbed the black paladin’s arm and twisted and Shiro broke free with a hard donkey kick at the Emperor’s calf, “You recall how this ended previously.”
“Yeah I do.” Shiro didn’t hesitate with a flurry of punches, harder than the last and the two took the other’s blows equally, the bayard flared from Shiro’s hand and Zarkon narrowly missed the slash at his throat. His face still void of any emotion even as he managed to ensnare Shiro by throat and toss him into the adjoining wall of the arena.
“Do you feel confidence in your pathetic past victories? Is that what fuels you?”
“Honestly?” Shiro, shook off the throw and brought his bayard up to prepare for round two, “Yeah.” And that’s when the slowest grin pulled at the tyrant’s face. Shiro was waiting for the shoe to drop.
“I should be thanking you, not only did you return my Black Lion...you returned my son.” Shiro could only process one of those statements, the first one was unequivocally not true and the second was plain baffling. What son? Who? When? Shiro shook the confusion off, he had to when Zarkon closed the gap between them in a blink of an eye, the slap came down hard on his face and if it wasn’t for his helmet, Shiro was positive that his neck would’ve snapped. He swung the bayard with no finesse and Zarkon dodged, following each swing with a menacing barrage of punches that felt bone breaking. Shiro needed to gain some sort of distance but his mind was reeling, Zarkon’s son? Not once was he mentioned in the moments they shared did Zarkon ever mention he had a child. Granted it wasn’t like they had a loving and open relationship as captor and prisoner and yet this information set Shiro on edge, more than the fact that Zarkon was already claiming that the Black Lion was his again. There was something in his that felt like he KNEW Zarkon’s son and that made no sense, his memories of his tortuous year under Galra control was hazy at best. But even he would remember seeing or even hearing about an heir. “You seem conflicted...your race are so easy to read.”
“I’m through with you Zarkon, you’re full of it.”
“And yet you hesitate. Curious about the truth in my words...everything I’ve said has come to pass, has it not? You’re are mine, the Lion is mine and he is mine.”
“He? Who!” Zarkon stood erect with all the authority of a creature who never lost control of the situation before him, that other shoe teetering on the precipice.
“The Red Lion’s paladin.”
“Keith Kogane.”
The name hit him harder than anything Zarkon has laid on him thus far, like lead dropped in his stomach and would’ve send him to his knees if it wasn’t for his need to stay alert. Keith? His son ? Zarkon’s son? Impossible, he knew from the time with the Blades of Marmora that Keith was part human, his mother was Galra and he knew damn well that Zarkon wasn’t a female. This was a ruse, bullshit of GALACTIC proportions.
The tyrant warped before Shiro in a split second but this time Shiro dodged, he couldn’t waste time with Zarkon, not with Keith being here...rescuing him became a top priority so he needed to get away from Zarkon and FAST. The large claws scratched the armor of his chest, nearly tearing it clean off and Shiro slashed his weapon to attempt to keep Zarkon at bay. It didn’t do much as he was slammed completely on his back, his bionic arm pinned to the side and the Galra leader looming over him. He now regretted seeing emotion in Zarkon’s eyes.
He knew that look. That look followed with pain and the unwanted pleasure of being filled.
"ZARKON!" Keith shouted and ran into the wrecked arena slashing and jump kicking the mountain of death away from Shiro, no...no Shiro thought. If everything Zarkon said was true then Keith would need to be protected. There was a satisfied grin on the Tyrant's face when he laid eyes on Keith and in that moment, Shiro knew something inside Zarkon shifted...this was all just him playing around.
Now, he was ready.
There was fucked and there was FUCKED.
Currently, both Shiro and Keith were in the middle of a highly fucked situation, this was a doomed mission from get go and they had the terrible misfortune of being separated from the rest of the Voltron team during a taxing skirmish to save some no name planet in some no named section of the galaxy. Their win column was getting pretty empty right now and to make matters exceedingly worse. Zarkon managed to lock the two paladins in the arena and he looked like he was going to murder the hell out of them. Two against one didn't mean much especially when the alien ruler could literally take on Voltron force on his own.
"I should thank you Champion, you returned what rightfully belongs to me." The galactic tyrant voice echoed menacingly throughout the arena and squarely focused on Keith, Shiro raised his arm as if to block his teammate...now that he knows the truth he knew that things were going to get much worse the longer they stayed here.
"You own nothing Zarkon and no ONE." Keith stared up at Shiro a bit confused but feeling all that courage radiating off him in waves and he couldn't help but be enamored with it, totally wasn't the time to have gooey thoughts about your boyfriend and certainly not with two tons of armored walking death mere feet away who was ready to pounce. "Keith. We have to play it safe here, no reckless acts, we don't get second chances."
"Yeah."
"Go!" And the two paladins dashed on opposite ends of the arena, Keith was vastly faster than Shiro but Shiro had all the strength of a charging bull and slammed his entire body into Zarkon with his bayard flaring energy to take down the tyrant. The thing was though...Zarkon could read their moves so easily, dodging and weaving through each attempt like it was mere child's play. Zarkon flung Shiro by the arm and made him skip along the floor, Keith moved in to halt Zarkon's attempt to diving stomp on the fallen Shiro with a roundhouse kick to his ribs. He never hit anything so brutally hard and unforgiving, if it wasn't for his insulated suit, he would have a broken leg.
"The one that got away." The exchange was odd...as far as Keith knew, the space tyrant had a raging hate boner for Shiro for taking the Black Lion but he didn't even consider that Zarkon had *any* thoughts toward him and damn sure wasn't looking to investigate any further.
"Then come and get me!" Keith flipped backward to escape a lunging claw, moving with an focused dexterity that actually impressed Zarkon. Shiro followed behind and laid a few slugger punches into Zarkon's armor, successfully earning a crack and manage to put the tyrant on the defensive. The two paladins worked in a harmonious rhythm, their teamwork was unmatched and if Zarkon had been a weaker adversary this would've been where the victory music would swell as he was defeated.
Not to be.
Zarkon's posture changed into what could only be described as bestial and the two warriors quickly shielded themselves from the forceful swing of his arm. He didn't even land a blow and the amount of power within was like he unleashed a cyclone. The impact of his punches caused the stage to crack and split, sending both Shiro and Keith to opposite ends by sheer force. Keith smashed into the pillar of the arena and he was out cold while Shiro managed to use his cybernetic arm to drag along the floor and remain somewhat in the ring.
"Keith!"
"Weakness!" Now it was Zarkon's turn to attack and Shiro could only hope to dodge and block as fast as he could, his uniform was being torn to shreds and his body bleeding and bruised. Flashbacks to his first fight with the tyrant bubbled to the surface. They were compatible, something between Shiro and Zarkon was always linked even before Shiro became the Black Lion's paladin. It was a cruel theory that this was fated, perhaps even something horrifically more yet there was no denying the sadistic beauty of their fights together. When he staggered, it gave Zarkon an opening, he grabbed the Black Paladin’s arm to hold him still but Shiro was having none of that and broke free with a hard back kick at the Emperor’s calf, “You recall how this ended previously, my Champion.”
“Yeah...I do.” Shiro wheezed and didn’t hesitate, immediately returning with a flurry of jabs, harder than the last and the two took the other’s blows equally, the bayard flared from Shiro’s hand and Zarkon narrowly missed the slash at his throat. His face still void of any emotion even as successfully he managed to grab Shiro by neck and toss him for what felt like yards across the arena to where Keith was regaining consciousness. They are losing, badly. "Ugh...Keith...h-how are you doing?"
"Never better." Keith had to wait till his double vision stopped making it appear if there was two Zarkons, "W-we can't win this..."
"But we can give the others time to escape. That's all that matters here."
"Not exactly...the best pep talk Shiro." It hurt to laugh and Keith held his side as he stood back up.
"Give me a break here...I'm..nearly on empty." The Red Paladin looked at Shiro softly and reached to help him stand. "I-if I can distract him, I want you to make a break for it."
"You're kidding if you think I'm leaving you."
"And you're kidding if you think I'm going to let him have you. I'm not going to let that happen. Not if I can help it."
"Have me? S-shiro what are you-" Zarkon lumbering ever closer then suddenly tilted his head, something caught his attention...a scent, hot and almost sweetly spiced, almost too sweet. And it was coming off of Keith. Shiro snapped his head towards the space tyrant's direction with a scowl. There was no time to get an answer as Zarkon send another shockwave towards the broken floor and the two were forced apart. There was a spark igniting in Keith, the same electric heat that sparked within him when he came in contact with alien tech back on earth. "Shiro! Move!" Shiro narrowly escaped the chunk of floor hurled his way and Keith charged Zarkon's back, hoping to get in a quick stab but the tyrant quickly spun around and snatched Keith up by his helmet, "Ah! You fuc-" Zarkon chuckled at the small human boy desperately slashing the air before he yanked the blade from his hand leaving him helpless.
"Your scent..it excites me." Zarkon pulled Keith closer to his face and when the boy resisted, he squeezed hard enough to cause the helmet to splinter and brought out a scream. A long thick tongue slithered out and slid over Keith's cheek, it burned hot over his skin and caused him to shake excitedly and Keith became frantic. He needed to escape. Shiro lunged a chunk of stage at Zarkon and Keith swung his legs up to wrap around the space tyrant's thick forearm and slipped his head free. He had to move fast and sprinted to his blade, he only had one shot.
The first agonizing bolts of Druid lightning hit him hard in the back. A trap... Keith pushed through the pain as the lightning sizzled through his body, burning the fabric and exposing his skin. Haggar watched the boy twist in agony and STILL push forward almost as if she knew there would be no doubt that he wouldn't stop.
"Keith stop! You're going to-" The tyrant warped before Shiro in a split second the large claws scratched the armor of his chest, nearly tearing it clean off and Shiro returned with a desperate bayard slash in an attempt to keep Zarkon at bay. It didn’t do much as he was slammed completely on his back with his bionic arm pinned to the side and the Galra leader looming over him. He now regretted seeing emotion in Zarkon’s eyes.
He knew that look. That look followed with pain and the unwanted pleasure of being filled.
Shit.
Zarkon snatched by the Shiro scalp, lifted him up and repeatedly slammed him face first into the ground until he no longer moved. Blood gushed from Shiro's nose and helmet cracked from the force, he was dazed but still conscious enough to see the Druids finally end their assault and Keith fell to his knees. Keith was shaking and panting...everything hurt everywhere, he weakly looked over and saw the horror that Shiro was once again in Zarkon's clutches with Haggar by his side.
"Your assistance was not wanted here Witch."
"Of course My Lord, my apologies."
"ZARKON!" Keith yelled back the two monsters as he found the well of strength to get back on his feet...his heart was aching, he had to get to Shiro, he NEEDED to get to Shiro, to touch him, to hold him. His Leader needed him. "Let...him...go."
"This battle is over, concede child and accept your fate." The witch sneered at the young paladin continued lurching forward, dragging the blade against the broken floor.
"Let...Shiro go."
“Address me formally as your Emperor and I may consider it.” Keith had plenty of titles to bestow on the Galra ruler. When Keith didn’t respond, Zarkon yanked Shiro's head up roughly. Just hearing his scream was enough.
“No! S-stop!" The scent was thicker, the twinge of fear mixing in with the sweetness, to the point that Zarkon could taste it...the boy was teetering on consciousness, trying his best to stay awake as he closed the gap between them, that's what the space tyrant wanted. He could just snatch the boy right now, end everything but the fire in Keith’s eyes could scorch a living soul to ashes and Zarkon had to admit how alluring it was. He dropped Shiro and waited, the closer Keith came to him, the stronger and tempting the scent was.
“Behold, even the Champion knows his place." Zarkon kicked Shiro on his back, "You have yet to learn yours and my patience is not eternal. Submit to me.”
“Fuck you!” Shiro had to smirk at that, Keith had a stubborn streak a mile wide and an attitude to match. This however wasn’t the time for any of it, they had to play it smart if they had any hopes of surviving. Zarkon stared down at Shiro and had a thought...these two are so linked, that snapping it would actually be enjoyable to watch.
“I see, well go to him. My Champion.” Shiro grunted as he stood and made his way to Keith and there was a faint glimmer of proud hope in his eyes. Then shock...Zarkon tore away Shiro’s cybernetic arm, the delicate connectors and circuits being ripped away caused sent maddening levels of pain all throughout Shiro's body and it was like he was losing his limb all over again. The scream was deafening, his heart was breaking and the rage was consuming, “However, THIS I will keep along with any other part I’ve claimed.” The Galra emperor commanded with a hiss, “And you will watch as I take them back, piece by piece.” The fury in Keith's eyes became an inferno, he moved like a blur and blocked the next strike from the space tyrant instantly with his hands, a sadistic smile of delight etched across in Zarkon’s face, “Impressive."
“I'M FUCKING GOING TO KILL YOU!” Keith's voice was not his own, gravely, deep...alien.
“Show me child.” Zarkon applied more power, crushing Keith down to his knees and denting the floor, he was too strong for him and his body was betraying him...something was felt like it was leaking from between his thighs. It felt beyond disgusting, “A pure, raw scent...you’re almost ready.”
“For...uhnn...for what?!”
“Breeding.”
Breeding? What the hell was he talking about? Keith started to sink as Zarkon put his weight down on him, all the effort he had in him to keep Zarkon's arm up to save Shiro shaking on the ground, he was bleeding badly...he needed help. Keith HAD to help him but his energy was gone. Exhaustion was slowly overtaking him and before Keith closed his eyes when he spotted his cracked helmet on the floor, in the broken glass he saw his face.
Two large purple ears, black and purple spots lined the upper most of his cheeks, his eyes a fading glow of yellow and sharp fangs as his sneer began to droop.
What had he become?
Keith fell to the floor beside Shiro, everything felt so soft and Shiro was convinced that he was dying from the blood-loss. Everything inside Shiro wanted to reach out, to touch Keith...he resisted, Zarkon and Haggar believed he was unconscious, he needed to keep that up.
The witch hovered over Keith and frowned when the new alien features on Keith slowly morph back inside him.
"Sire, this child..."
"Yes, he shares her scent. So she did survive." There was an characteristic sense of relief in Zarkon's voice that startled Shiro but he kept still, Keith's mother was Galra and whoever she was...she meant something to Zarkon. Shiro wasn't sure if this was going to be a good or a bad thing for them but he was leaning towards bad, it was the default at the moment. "Have that one brought to me in the throne room." Shiro remained still, he needed to think, to plan...there was a way out of this mess. He has to save them both.
He has to.
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There was a wetness between his legs and that startled Keith awake, he was completely naked...was he bathed? Why did he feel so gross and sticky? He almost wanted to touch himself but was afraid of the answer, whatever it was, the smell was sweet, light, there wasn’t enough on him and when he parted his legs he could only see the small droplets of whatever it was underneath him. What happened? The last thing Keith recalled was him and Shiro doing battle against Zarkon and Haggar, Shiro got hurt and his cybernetic arm was torn from him. Shiro! He wasn't here with him...what were the Druids doing to him now? How badly was he hurt?
The night before their mission, Keith and Shiro slept together...sleeping was completely optional, he was extra grabby and Shiro didn’t mind it...he actually welcomed the attention.
Keith didn’t understand his hunger, his need, to have Shiro bury himself inside him...still, the overwhelming affection made Shiro smile and moan each time he felt the tender playful kisses travel from his navel to his chest. Keith was an attentive lover, he knew all the areas on Shiro's body that sent pleasurable waves through him. Together they would stroke the others cock the taller man finally pinned him on the bed.
Keith’s heartbeat slowed, taking in the memory of them, the sounds of their breathing in unison undoubtedly using up all the hot water in the shower. Keith just gasping and hungry, gripping down on Shiro’s cock and threatening to keep him inside forever and Shiro simply laughing, exhausted from his young lover and lingered in the small fading tremors of his orgasm.
That was hours ago and being apart from Shiro now on this ship felt like days...
He snapped out of his thoughts and scanned the room, everything was a shade was a reddish purple, dimly lit, the surroundings seemed palatial compared the spartan décor the Galra seemed so fond of. However despite the colour...the room lacked warmth, it felt so odd being in this place. Keith wanted out and tried to move from the bed when he noticed the long chain fastened to his ankle, he didn’t bother yanking on it, he expected that the Druids chained him and if that was the case there was no point. Still, there was enough length for Keith to at least move off the bed and examined his newly decorated cell.
There was a lone mirror, body length and made out of some crystal and Keith stood before it in stunned silence.
The purple and black spots were in patches on his body, his hands appearing to become more claw like with sharp black nails. Keith felt his messy hair and gone were his normal ears and in their place were two large furry ears jetting from his head, they felt so natural and sensitive to even his touch. His eyes appeared the same but his irises were golden, sharp almost like he had cat eyes. Space was changing Keith, he was becoming for lack of a better word more feral and now with his newly Galra looks. He was 'complete'. Would Shiro still want him like this?
A panel opened behind him and Keith turned to see a familiar face, Thace holding a thin silk garment...out of all the Galra, he was the only one that seemed to have somewhat of a visible emotion. He gave a quick look over the smaller Keith carefully almost amazed and curious about the odd hybrid before him but the stare was so intense as if he was remembering something or someone.
“Uh, hey?” Keith asked to snap Thace from whatever he was thinking about and walked over with relief in his eyes. “That...can’t be for me?”
“It is. My Prince.” Thace handed the silk to Keith and slipped the clothing on, it was light on his body but almost sheer to the point he just shouldn’t wear anything at all.
“Look, why is everyone calling me that? I’m no prince.” The Galra soldier tilted his head, he wasn’t too surprised that Keith didn’t know much about his family, even he himself didn’t know until the Trials but he was sworn to secrecy.
“You are royalty, of an unfortunate bloodline.”
“Are...are you saying that my mother and Zarkon...but.” Keith struggled with his words, this didn’t seem right somehow, he was human...even if only part human. “I don’t believe it.”
“There is more to your life than you know.”
“And you’re not going to tell me are you?”
“You chose your duties to Voltron over the truth.”
“So I’m just fucking stuck? Here? Like this?” Thace sighed, he was no good with teenagers much less teenage hybrids. However he wasn’t without sympathy...the boy was going to learn the truth, he just couldn’t decide if he should be the one to tell him.
“This is temporary...once you have a better understanding of your body, you’ll be able to control the changes but you need focus and strength. Shiro places a lot of faith in you, do not disappoint him.” And Keith softly relented, the bond between Shiro and Keith was a powerful one, enough for the boy to sacrifice the truth of his mother for his duty as a paladin of Voltron. Thace sure part of that was due to his love of Shiro.
“We have to figure a way to save him and get out-” Thace stopped Keith with a finger and directed his eyes towards the small camera in the uppermost corner.
“Please, follow me.” The two departed the room and Keith scanned his area more closely, there was a small flank of Galra sentinels lining the walls to his room, standing at attention before greeting him with the familiar ‘Vrepit Sa!’ salute. If he was dreaming then this was a real shitty one, he didn’t know what to do and now standing here in this flimsy translucent gown, staring dumbfounded at how these soldiers were mere hours ago were trying to kill him...now looked upon him like some royal.
“Do I have a choice?”
“No.” Thace replied as flat as possible and that actually took some of his edge off, there really wasn’t much either of them could do right now accept play along. Keith briefly thought about bolting to but to where? He didn’t have a proper understanding of the ship or a decent map and currently had no clue where Shiro was being kept or even if he was alive. No, he couldn’t think that, Shiro was once the Champion, the Galra tech on his arm meant that he had some value to the Druids. They wouldn’t just kill him at least not yet and if Keith was going to find him and survive this, he actually needed to focus and not react. Way easier said then done. Thace let out a small cough as he escorted Keith pass the soldiers and finally down the long hallway. “I’ve made contact with our allies, unfortunately after the battle, our resources are stretched thin...they will not be able to assist us in a timely fashion.”
“Shit, what are we looking at?”
“Days. Maybe weeks.” Keith’s newly formed ears drooped, an hour or two in here was too long for them and he couldn’t imagine Shiro being held in this hell for even a second longer. “We will try to hasten our plans but I can’t guarantee we’ll be able to successfully extract both you and Shiro together.”
“Shiro first. Don’t worry about me, I’ll find a way out.” And he would, Keith never was the one to stay in a single place for long periods of time, the taller Galra raised his eyebrows, from what he read about Keith and the skirmish he had with Zarkon, the child was certainly capable of handling himself and with his transformation happening. His potential was limitless. “Promise me you’ll save Shiro first.”
“Keith, I have full confidence in your abilities to survive...you humans are a capable and surprising breed. However...this-”
“Shiro first.” Keith said with more command in his voice when the two stood at the entrance of the throne room, the massive doors emblazoned with the Galra empire symbol glowing ominously above them. Keith picked up a scent, rainfall, mint...cotton...blood? Shiro had to be behind these doors which means he was already too late to save him from harm. He could feel his fangs growing sharper, that furious switch being flipped and pressed his hands on the door to enter. “Whatever happens, Shiro first.” and Thace softly nodded his head and silently watched Keith effortlessly push the doors open and walk inside.
The child doesn’t know.
The worst has yet to come.
Honestly, Keith didn’t know what he should be expecting, the room was massive, built for thousands if not hundreds of thousands to gaze upon their fearless and all powerful leader. The archways concealed the Druids overhead, he could feel the familiar hums of their magic still on them, Haggar stood in the middle of the room with two of her trusted companions by her side. Instinctively Keith reached for his blade and was disappointed when he felt nothing. That didn't matter when he saw Shiro, his armor was gone, leaving only a dirty black bodysuit torn and covered in filth, his bionic arm stump crackling with energy injury...no doubt the pain was indescribable.
"SHIRO!" Keith shouted and ran to Shiro slumped and bleeding, he couldn't move well with his feet were chained to the floor and a heavy collar around his neck. Up close, Keith could see fresh scars and bruises.
"K-keith...baby, what...happened to y-URK!" The chain was pulled back roughly and Zarkon emerged from the shadows like some nightmare personified and Keith felt all the air getting sucked out of him. He didn’t know what was happening to him but something inside his head was telling him to yield, to submit, that felt so foreign. Shiro was yanked up roughly by Zarkon. The cruel leader never looked at the Champion on the ground, his eyes were fixed strongly on Keith, the gears in his head were already at work.
“Let him go Zarkon.”
“You know what I want. Submit.” Once again, Keith didn’t respond and Zarkon yanked the chain higher, strangling Shiro in the process.
“No! Wait...my Emperor.”
“Good boy.” The fire in Keith’s eyes could scorch the room but Zarkon was not impressed and dropped Shiro, he watched the longing in the boy’s eyes. This wouldn’t be a challenge and that bored him. “I was just reminding my Champion of his place. But it seems you have yet to learn yours.”
“What do you want from me?” Keith tried to remain firm, he kept looking at Shiro for strength but he looked so worn...so broken. He failed to save Shiro from more pain, he failed him.
"The role your mother abandoned...you shall fulfill." Zarkon seated himself in the dais, "Present yourself to me." Keith had NO idea what that meant but he wasn't going to do it, on principal. Zarkon saw it on his face and cracked a smile. "You refuse?"
"Fuck you."
"Then prove it." The tyrant tossed Keith's Luxite blade like a trifle as it skidded on the floor, resting at Keith's feet. "If you are able to move me from my seat...I'll consider you worthy and spare your life."
"Spare Shiro AND my life!" Shiro coughed up blood and tried to move, Keith doesn't understand...this was a trap.
"No...Keith...don't." Keith bent down to Shiro's face and softly brushed his hair back, full of love. "Keith don't get near Zarkon....you can't."
"I won't let them hurt you anymore. I didn't protect you before...I will now, I promise." Shiro was so weak, his body was wracked with injuries...he had to dig deeper but he couldn't. He was helpless, watching Keith take his blade and awaken its true form. He was determined, if he could at least kill Zarkon, he could save them both.
Keith dashed the dais, his body started to get wet...the strange leaking oozed down his thighs but he ignored that to get at the demon before him, Zarkon didn't even use a weapon, he just blocked the slashes with his wristguard. Deflecting the blows with ONE HAND as if they were nothing, the was a malice in the way he looked at the vastly smaller Keith. The closer he got the more his body reacted, shaking and leaking, he was gasping...exhausted! No, he had to keep fighting! This was his only chance to save them, Keith yelled and got out of Zarkon's reach. He was going to fucking stab this monster through his ugly throne!
Zarkon welcomed Keith's last attempt, his last charge...and once Keith was in his arm length again and in one swift move grabbed the blade with his bare hand. He lifted Keith up dangling helplessly, his futile kicks failing to make contact with any part of Zarkon. Keith was ENRAGED, he hooked his legs around Zarkon's forearm but that was a mistake, he felt the massive free hand on his waist squeeze and pulled him off his forearm like he was a bug.
Keith watched as he squeezed the blade into black shards, they fell like gems onto the floor. Keith's rage was all consuming, he roared and smacked Zarkon's hand around his waist, kicking and screaming, his heart was aching and this wetness leaking became more voluminous. His thighs were so slick and his pelvis was aching, his crotch was burning and pulsing...everything in his body was aflame with arousal. This made no sense! Keith was getting scared, his bravery was leaving him as confusion set in...he was going to die, he AND Shiro were going to die.
"You have lost..."
"N-no...spare Shiro please." Keith begged, he didn't care about his life but losing Shiro...he couldn't! Zarkon squeezed and Keith felt the air leave his lungs. Shiro heard Keith gasp and managed to keep steady, every bone in his body ached as he struggled against the fetters. He knew what was going to happen and there was nothing he could do. "S-shiro..."
"You belong to me." Zarkon's voice became strangely low, almost soft? The sound was warm in Keith's chest almost like this was a salve, he was hurting all over but..why? "You ALWAYS belonged to me and now, the Champion will know it too." Keith couldn't process what was happening, the flimsy silk was torn off and he felt cold, his body was raised up and the heat from Zarkon's maw was on his stomach making it flip and his heart race, the burning thick meat of the Tyrant's tongue lapped between his thighs and that only made Keith tremble more out of him..what was happening to him? Keith still fought, he still kicked for all the good it did him, the tip of Zarkon's tongue slipped inside his slit and it was like Keith's mind went numb. The Tyrant's tip was bigger than all of Shiro, he could feel his slit expanding to accommodate the girth invading him, reaching in deeper until he felt the thick muscle on his dick bud and Keith SCREAMED into an orgasm, all the slick that was oozing out of him before gushed out and Zarkon consumed it putting Keith on his jaw and drinking his release like it was nectar. Every single, every thought in Keith's mind was scattered, moving faster and colliding with one, inescapable fact.
Alpha.
Breed.
Keith jerked and cried out into the hall, it strained his voice because his body was not stopping the orgasm...it was intense and melting him, he felt so sensitive and he cried. He...did not want this but his body craved it.
Zarkon lower Keith off his face, wiping his maw of the excess mess as he looked at the little broken thing in his palm, never had he's seen something so beautiful and flushed. His small chest shaking and heaving, then he held him up to face Shiro as he unbuckled his suit just enough to free his cocks. He wanted to make sure that he could see it, to see what was going to happen next. There was nothing he could do.
Keith weakly looked down, his eyes blurred in post orgasm bliss and looked at his aroused self straddling over a massive engorged purple cock, full and frayed...the reeking musk of Alpha floated into his nose and made his mouth and eyes water. He felt another smaller heavy heat on his spine, playfully tapping on the curve of his ass. The fat soak tip slipped into his ass and he was raised up to feel the first large dick into his slit. He was impaled.
"You're not ready for my knot...but we have time my son."
There was no scream, not that Keith could hear his voice anymore...he lost it somewhere in the splitting pain below him, he looked at his belly with Zarkon's Galra dick filling his pouch as his smaller self was left bouncing against his deformed stomach. His hands were caught in Zarkon's grip and he was basically used as an object, pushed up and pushed down, being filled and then feeling emptied and somewhere between the agony a bliss leaked into him. He tried to see Shiro but his eyes were glossed over in tears, he cried and panted as his body was being used to get off...there was no love, no respect, none of the wonderful sweetness that he had with Shiro.
Zarkon moved faster and Keith screamed louder, ringing out in the unwanted pleasure finding root in him, his belly and ass was sore, his toes curled and bit his lip in the sharp sweet stinging building up underneath, it was rapid now, the power, the sounds of his body molding around Zarkon's dicks. Keith was going to cum again, it was going to be too much, everything was TOO MUCH. Keith let out one last maddening, deafening scream as the plunge of Zarkon's fangs punctured his nape and the eruption of his seed jettisoned in long, heavy spurts, so much gushing into him. The smell, the burning temperature bubbling up in his pouch and ass felt like he was going to melt from the inside. There was no room in Keith and when Zarkon opened his hand Keith remained impaled, limp, plump with purple load as Zarkon looked on relieved at the fine mess he made. He watched the blood from Keith's nape flowed down his back, mingling in with his release and slowly felt himself soften.
Dead silence. Only to be broken by Shiro's screaming cries and the crackling energy of the Druids shocking him into unconsciousness.
They lost.