Chapter 1: Spirited (Part 1)
Summary: Zarkon’s rule extended throughout the universe and ate up a small, blue planet and its short-lived people just as it did all the others; however, it was soon discovered that the Galra could mate with the native population and so a new, stronger, more resilient breed began to rise.
Upon seeing the biological advantages of mixed-blood beings (not that they would ever be seen as true Galra) Zarkon allows a Royal Family (strictly loyal to him and the Empire) dominion over the planet and its solar-system.
Once established, it was demanded (once every century) that the Earth-Collision provide an offering of valuable resources and, as Zarkon’s most loyal Commander, Sendak is sent to collect the spoils this time and to assess Queen Krolia’s loyalty (since there have been whispers of rebellion and uprisings fluttering through the intergalactic rumour-mill).
Resolved to complete his mission, the full-blooded Galra sets out with a single-minded purpose... until one of Prince Keith’s guards, the Champion of their gladiator arena no less, turns this simple task into a vacation that will have him questioning everything he’s ever known...
Warnings include: snarky!Kuro, annoyed!Sendak, innuendo, minor violence, sexual-tension, teasing, bottoming from the top, rough kissing, rough touching, Kuro the cock-tease, Sendak doesn’t know whether he wants to mate or murder him! Prince Keith is NOT amused (as he may be pining...)
Again, this warning will feature with every installment; this particular chapter will only feature Shiro flirting, Keith becoming exasperated and Sendak looking for the nearest transport back to the safety of the Empire he knows!
Earth, Sendak had decided, was not unlike any other planet he’d travelled to; it was wetter, perhaps, certainly in the northern hemisphere and it did, at least, have a natural gravity and atmosphere which weren’t totally unpleasant, he supposed.
“Welcome High Commander Sendak, we trust your journey was untroubled?”
Deigning the wizened old man (a true human if his nose were anything to do by) who greeted him a sparing glance, the Galra turned his attention back to the docking-bay his ship had landed in; spotless, as it should be, and only graced by the Queen’s officials and this creature who, he remembered, was the head of the welcoming committee.
Tch, what a waste of time.
“Ah, yes, well, if you’d be so kind as to follow me? We have a transport ready... and, umm... okay, you already know your way, of course...”
Striding down the gleaming, white corridors (it vaguely reminded him of structures he’d seen in Altean manuscripts; he filed that thought away for later processing, his scowl deepening), the fur-coated male continued on his way and (somehow) resisted the urge to backhand the tittering creature rushing after him with a handful of Sentries and two other half-bloods.
“Ah-h, my name is Samuel Holt and, should you need anything, sir, your data-pad has been loaded with...”
“I will neither want nor need assistance from you” he cut in, his tone bored whilst he rounded a corner to find a smaller vehicle parked in a black-surfaced lot surrounded by trees, greenery and other buildings associated with the space-port, a door opened to demonstrate a luxurious seating area.
More waste; did the Queen have nothing better to occupy her time with than making such needlessly opulent things?
Again, that thought was filed; his report to Emperor Zarkon, he was sure, would bring swift, Galra-efficient change to this distant, excessively lavish little mud-ball.
“Not too friendly, are you?”
Blinking, the crimson of his bionic eye flashing dangerously, Sendak snapped his head to the right where (lounging provocatively against an ivory-pillar, a small, fragrant fruit in his hand) a mixed-blood regarded him with luminous, amber irises before taking a loud, crunchy bite; a flash of teeth (a smile he’d been told) and a wink followed the display.
Snarling and standing at his full height, the Commander prowled the short distance between them, his boots clacking ominously upon the glistening tiles until there was less than a metre separating his hulking form from the other’s (by comparison) shorter, more slender body.
The armour-emblazoned uniform (indicating his place amongst Queen Krolia’s personal staff) the happily eating male wore was the only thing that stopped Sendak from slicing that grinning head clean off its neck.
“Name, rank and objective, now” he barked curtly, his own flash of teeth serving as the menacing gesture such a display should convey.
“Takashi Shirogane, friends call me Kuro, Lieutenant First Class, observation and recognisance” he stated, his posture still relaxed whilst he bit, chewed, savoured and swallowed another bite; “sir” he added as an after-thought, his eyes alight with an (almost playful) arrogance and cock-sure fire.
Such behaviour was deplorable, unacceptable, treasonous even and he...
“You want some?”
Sendak felt his legendary composure attempt to flee him as he baulked; “what?!”
“Well, you are staring at my apple... or, maybe I’m wrong and it’s me you’re gawping at...”
“How dare you! I...”
“Either way, I really don’t mind sharing, if you’re game” the other shrugged, his languid, confident gait slinking away from its resting spot as he sauntered by; “I’ll be training in the arena for a while so, if you are interested, maybe you’ll let me take that fancy arm of yours for spin” he mused, their eyes locking as he smirked.
“Umm, and I can think of some other things I’d like you to spin for me in exchange...”
The journey to Krolia’s base of operations (if the human, Holt, called it a castle one more time then the Queen would be short a welcome-committee member) had become blissfully silent amidst one of his more furious glares; however, taking out his ire on the old man and the other two mixed-bloods was doing little to sooth him.
Damn that blasted creature for riling him; it’d been countless decades since anyone had gotten under his skin so fast and, worse still, he’d strolled away (hips jaunty, expression superior) to a smaller, faster transport and been gone before Sendak could form a proper response.
It was infuriating, humiliating and...
“Umm... Commander, ah... your hand? Are you alright, sir?”
Blinking out of his thoughts, he allowed a thunderous glare to zero on the female who visibly flinched under the scrutiny; “what are you prattling about, child?” he growled before, with a scowl, he looked down at his prosthetic.
He’d snapped the arm-rest he’d placed it on into thick, broken chunks of metal and plastic.
“If it’s a malfunction, sir, we can stop off at the med-tech bay...”
“That’ll not be necessary” he ground out, his metallic fingers releasing the debris with a nonchalance that suggested the act had been entirely purposeful; “however, if a detour would not violate Krolia’s Empire-approved schedule, I want to visit the arena that impudent little up-start spoke of” he added before leaning back imperiously in the plush (not totally unpleasant) seat.
“Hmm? Actually, sir, that would be an excellent place to start the official tour” Sam chirped up, his bespeckled gaze lifting from the data-pad; “Prince Keith has just checked-in to the facility, too... I’ve informed him of our approach... Umm, Captain? How long will it take us to get there?”
“Thirty-minutes tops, Mr Holt” the driver called cheerily from the cock-pit, her smile glinting dangerously in the rear-view mirror; “everyone tighten your seat-belts!”
The people of Earth (Galra, mixed or human) Sendak realised, were all criminally insane.
“Woo-hoo! Did you see that? We made it in fifteen!”
Exiting the vehicle, his mind boggling at just how many military infractions the human woman would have incurred should she have been anywhere else in the Empire, the full-blood released a breath he didn’t know he was holding whilst the other passengers tumbled out with matching groans and sighs.
“A-ahh... so, let’s... let’s make our way, shall we?” Sam tried to chuckle off whilst offering a sheepish expression; “Captain Van Dyne is one of our more enthusiastic pilots, sir, but I’ll be sure to make alternative arrangements for when we...”
“See that you do” he snapped, his own expression grim as he observed a standard (yet strangely decorated and weirdly bloodless) coliseum; it wasn’t surprising that no matches were being held mid-week but the pungent rancour of the prisoners should always be present.
Where were the muffled screams? The Sentries ensuring no one escaped?
“Do you not house a prison below the gladiator ring?” he found himself asking, his bionic eye scanning the structure; “I can’t imagine you have enough expendable energy that currying the sport here is a viable option” he added, his ears perking in confusion when his on-board A.I. found only training rooms, healing facilities, showers and the like beneath the stadium.
“Prison?” Sam queried with a quirked brow; “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m unsure as to why a prison would be here” he added, his legs scuppering to a stop when the Commander abruptly stopped, his expression causing the two mixed-blood attendants (who clearly knew better) to stop and lower their heads a fraction.
“Holt, if prisoners are not executed here through blood-sport then what, exactly, takes place here?” he huffed, his natural eye flashing dangerously; “Emperor Zarkon will not be pleased to know that the Earth Collision treats his enemies with sympathy or mercy” he reminded, his tone sending a flinch skittering across the mortal who visibly gulped.
“O-oh no, no of course not, sir” he stammered; “Queen Krolia follows all executions sanctioned by the Empire to the letter, sir... it’s just that...”
“Well... when the Galra Empire so graciously extended its dominion to us” the diminutive creature began, his glasses flashing in the mid-morning sun; “we humans had long since banned such methods of dealing with criminals, sir... however, the arena was so important to your culture and many people saw it as a way to entertain the masses without, umm, someone having to die...”
“Preposterous” Sendak snorted, his exasperation mounting; “if there are no stakes then what is the point?” he growled, his mouth opening to demand he be shown these alleged alternate methods of culling the weak and criminal element of their shared society when...
“Why don’t you come in and see for yourself, stud?”
Ears flattening and fangs flashing, the Commander turned to find exactly what had brought him here in the first place lounging by an entry-way, his own teeth displayed in a lazy smile whilst a younger man (who clearly had more Galra ancestry and Royal-bearing) grumbled beside him.
“You know I have a type” was the shrugged response whilst, once again, Sendak made his approach; “and besides, your Highness, his ears do this really adorable twitchy-thing when he’s mad” he added through a chuckle when the far taller being snagged him by the neck and lifting him off the ground: “see?”
Scowling, Keith rolled his eyes before drawing his sword and swinging it (with a speed, he supposed, that was impressive for a mixed-blood) up to rest neatly at the true Galra’s throat; “Commander Sendak? We’ve not been formerly introduced” he said blankly, his purple features pinched with annoyance. “I am Keithra, son of Queen Krolia, Prince of the Earth Collision” he continued whilst Kuro casually tapped his claws against the metal which was millimetres away from crushing his throat. “And I’d really appreciate it if you’d not kill my body-guard just now... it’d be inconvenient to find a replacement with his skill level and charm” he furthered, his laser edged blade moving to singe mauve fur before, after a huff, the Shirogane was released.
“Aww, would you look at that? I knew you liked me” the black and white haired mixed-blood grinned whilst patting imaginary dirt off of his pristine uniform; from the looks on both of their faces, it was clear that both Prince and Commander weren’t sure whom he was addressing.
Just as he’d hoped.
“Well, as fun as this is, I should really go and get ready for my match” he sighed out, his own Galra-tech arm burning an electric violet whilst he smirked in a way he knew lit up his eyes in a way that most males couldn’t ignore.
“I trust that I’ll see you both later, yes?”
Chapter 2: Spirited (Part 2)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Warnings include: Kuro... that's really it
“You, my friend, have a death wish...”
Chuckling, his hands deftly securing the latches of his breast-plate, Kuro smoothed his features into a look of innocence as he turned to Matt; when their eyes locked over the holo-screen his trainer was observing, the human snorted whilst the older male asked: “whatever do you mean?”
“By the Ancients” the red-head mumbled whilst angrily jabbing at a few glowing icons; “seriously? You’re enjoying this a little too much...”
“Oh come on, Matty, it’s just a bit of fun...”
“Playing with Prince Keithra’s feelings for you is one thing but gaining the interest or rather the wrath of Emperor Zarkon’s right hand man is beyond suicidal” the glasses wearer tried to reason, his tone long-suffering. “One of these days you’re going to land in a pile of shit so deep that not even Queen Krolia will be able to bail you out of it...”
“Tch, you worry too much, mom” the fighter grinned whilst picking up and securing his bayard to the white belt which clung snugly across his tapered waist; “Keith’s a good kid who’ll soon realise that his silly crush on me can’t go anywhere” he offered with a light shrug. “Hell, for all I know, he’ll probably end up with Prince Lotor if all of the rumours over the gossip-mill are true, heh, now that’ll be a good match providing they don’t kill each other trying to figure out who’ll be on top when they...”
“Ugh! Too much information! Thank you!” the shorter creature yelped, his hands cuffing his ears as Kuro snorted.
“Aww, Matty, you’re such an adorable little virgin” he cooed sweetly; “I could always help you with that...”
“Yeah, thanks but no, Captain claws for fingers” the human snipped, his eyes narrowing; “you’re way too much Galran for me to handle” he added before, his gaze now widening, he scowled thoughtfully at the screens he’d been manipulating. “What the hell?”
“Your latest banter-buddy has demanded that Myzax by your opponent today” he muttered whilst Kuro blinked then let out a deep, throaty laugh.
“Oh, but I have been dreaming of a re-match with that guy... have the Druids finished the upgrades he demanded they install?”
“Shit... have they ever” Matt breathed as he enlarged the image he was viewing to display for his trainee’s observation.
Whistling, his brows rising, the mixed blood crossed his arms and hummed in appreciation; “wow, I’m starting to like Sendak more and more” he smirked. “I’m sure I can find some way to repay him for this awesome opportunity” he added with a wink that had the human groaning in dismay.
“There is something seriously wrong with you!” the red-head declared; “he’s a monster whose been sent by our superiors to check up on us, so how...”
“Umm, I bet there’s a certain part of his anatomy that’s more monstrous than the rest... and I’m not talking about his arm...” Kuro purred whilst Matt grabbed fistfuls of his hair and attempted to tug out his growing frustration.
“Yeah... and he’s so tall... Is it wrong that I just want to climb him like a tree? You know, I’d probably have to if...”
“Lalalala! I can’t hear you!!” the younger close to screeched, his holo-screens going haywire whilst his pyramid-drone danced and bobbed around him, chirping in distress.
Chuckling, the half-breed raised his hands in a placating gesture; “okay, okay, I’ve stopped, see?”
Cautiously ceasing his motions, his body bent in an odd pose (as he’d been squirming), the human sighed and stood up straighter, his form exasperated as he walked back over to the gladiator; “all joking aside, Myzax is packing some serious heat, a few extra feet of height and I don’t want to know just how much muscle” he murmured. “That, and his new and improved quintessence weaponry looks like it’s off-world grade, hell, my schematics can’t even chart the power levels it’s throwing off...”
“Re-lax” Kuro shrugged; “I’ve faced off with bigger, meaner things than Myzax... and besides, all the new tech in the world can’t hide the fact that he’s shit at fighting” he added before stretching, a few of his joints popping deliciously.
“So, is it time?”
“If you want it to be...”
“Good” he smiled, his claws extending as he walked past the younger male and towards the locker-room’s exit; “let’s get this party started...”
Chapter 3: Spirited (Part 3)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
No warnings as... well, I can't write fighting scenes so I kind'a just skirt around them : )
Sendak had to admit (and only to himself) that he was, however begrudgingly, impressed...
“Oohhh! What an upset! What a powerful knock to the head! The Druids are gonna have their work cut out for them after that one! But wait... could it be?!”
The hybrid, Kuro, was magnificent to watch; his form was flawless, his skill with the bayard (which morphed effortlessly from blade, to gun, to grappling-hook at will) was unmatched (not even Lotor, from what he’d seen of the boy, could interchange his bayard so fluidly) and Myzax, well...
“It is! He’s down! Just like David felling Goliath!! K.O! K.O! Un-be-lievable~!!”
The hulking creature, ten foot at the shortest, hadn’t stood a chance as, even with his weight, height and weaponised advantages, Kuro was all grace, speed and lethal, well practised motions...
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I give to you your Champion of the Galra Empire’s Earth Collision Arena, Lieutenant First Class, Takashi Shirogane~!!”
The smug look which the preening, bowing male shot his way whilst the crowds cheered and the announcer continued to shower him with praise almost had Sendak stalking his way down to the dust and debris damaged battleground to show him what a real fight looked like...
“Kuro~!! Kuro~!! Kuro~!!”
However, he was here for a specific set of purposes and trouncing Queen Krolia’s pet hybrid was not one of them, no matter how tempting...
“Oh wow! You’ve done it again, Kuro-chan! So do you have any words for your fans today?”
Sitting within the ‘box’ (another luxury that should be afforded for the Emperor and the Emperor only), the food and drink he’d been offered still untouched whilst Holt, his attendants and the Sentries posted with them continued to talk excitedly about the match, Sendak could only glower down into the pit and at a human woman who all but gushed over the smirking victor.
“In times of war” he began, the honeyed irises housed inside the human whites of his eyes flashing the Commander’s way; “we of the Galra Empire claim victory or death” he stated and, at his right, the true blood was sure that Prince Keithra had stiffened.
As well he should for, if the little up-start was about to say anything even remotely treasonous then he would, of course, have to act...
“However, in these times of peace, I ask for our Prince’s permission to spare Myzax’s life... he is a worthy opponent and one whom I would relish a third match with” he added, his smirk curving into something darker and distinctly Galran. “I do not ask for mercy, I merely ask for a further opportunity to teach this lower-life-form his place, and that place is beneath the boot of one wearing the crest of the Emperor!” he called, his remark flaring up further, wild, appreciative cheers whilst the Prince huffed out a chuckle and stood.
At the motion, all voices quieted and Sendak was, with a blink (that made him scowl deeper) beckoned to stand beside him; “Champion” Keithra responded: “in all things we, of course, defer to our Emperor” he announced whilst politely gesturing to the (growing in suspicion despite the cordial, appropriate display of deference) Commander. “This day, we are blessed with the presence of Lord Zarkon’s protégé and, it is to him and his wisdom, that I offer Myzax’s fate...”
The little shit!
Smoothing the furious anger he felt bubbling away from his face, a bored look of superiority swiftly replacing it, the true Galra sneered; “mercy, in this instance, would be death” he declared. “Send him to the Druids.”
Howling at his decision, the humans, hybrids and full-bloods all cheered the ruling whilst (to his continued shock) Kuro used the device that the perky Earth woman had given him to shout a rousing “vrepit sa!” which, in turn, thundered across the crowd even as he and the Prince returned to their seats.
This, Sendak thought, was a potentially very dangerous situation...
“Did you not enjoy the match, Commander?”
Not a thing appeared out of place; they’d treated him with the utmost respect, acknowledged his standing in the Empire and yet...
“It was... passable in terms of entertainment, I suppose” he managed to drawl, his thoughts racing; there was something unsettling about this colony and, at the heart of it, Kuro and Keithra seemed to have found their place.
What was it that they were trying to hide from him? What were they planning?
“Ah, high praise from someone with your illustrious reputation” the Prince mused whilst he got up and began his quest to leave the lavish, servant peppered room; “come then, my Mother is ready to receive you” he added, his purple, white accented cape billowing out behind him grandly as he sauntered.
Bearing his teeth (why did everyone preen around this mud-ball?), Sendak stood to follow, his eyes momentarily glancing back into the arena, his bionic implant flashing when Kuro noticed, winked and waved at him with a shit-eating grin plastering his features.
Chapter 4: The Blade of Marmora (Part 1)
Pairings: Alpha!Ulza/Omega!Shiro, Alpha!Kolivan/Alpha!Ulaz/Omega!Shiro
Summary: Krolia departs for Earth to warn her human mate about the imminent invasion whilst making plans for him and their son to join the Blade (as a mystic foresees a small band of humans and a hybrid being able to turn the tides of this relentless war) alongside the Blue Lion of Voltron.
However, after witnessing the Champion’s plight and marvelling at his skill level, Kolivan decides that they cannot leave the young male to the Druids’ ministration and, instead, bring him into the fold as well; when liberated, neither he nor Ulaz can believe that Zarkon’s favourite fighter is, indeed, an omega.
Warnings include: heat-cycles, heat-sex, knotting, threesome, cultural differences, biting, mating, PTSD flashbacks, angst, hurt-comfort, BAMF!Ulaz, BAMF!Kolivan, protective Blade of Marmora, canon-typical violence.
Again, this warning will feature with every installment; this particular chapter will only feature angst.
“W-why are you...”
Ulaz’s years of training and ardent battle practises were the only things keeping him from panicking; the Druids had been dealt with but he knew, with crystalline certainty, that the Sentries are tics away and that the Champion is in no fit state to fight a prolonged battle.
“We must make haste” he breathed, the bonds ensnaring his human charge easily giving way to the force of his dagger; “there is little time and, although I have no right to ask that you trust me...”
“Y-you’re here to... you’re freeing me?” Shiro gasped, his body stumbling off of the operating table whilst Ulaz checked the corridors.
“Yes” he replied; “but you must move, now, can you do that?”
Watching the shocked creature nod, the Blade’s second in command returned the gesture before beckoning him to follow; thankfully, the human had little trouble keeping up and soon, a few close-calls with a blaster here, a crippled Sentry there, they were safely ensconced in an escape pod and speeding away.
The bombs he’d planted to assist their bid for freedom were, thankfully, instrumental in halting the battle-cruisers which would have surely followed them.
Now all he needed was to ramp-up the worm-hole generator and...
“Y-you’re Galra, aren’t you?”
Taking a tic to look over his shoulder, his eyes luminous in the dim-lighting, Ulaz could just about see the human’s form (crumpled on the floor near the entrance they’d scrambled through, his implant cradling his natural arm to his chest) as the space-eddy yawned open before their craft.
“I am” he admitted, his ears jerking at the other’s intake of breath; “however, I am not one of them” he clarified, his face grim.
“There are many like me, like us who despise Zarkon and his poisonous grip upon the Universe” he added, his form straightening after their craft made the jump which would speed them towards the first rendezvous point. “My name is Ulaz, vice-captain to Kolivan, leader of The Blade of Marmora” he furthered with a little incline of his head; “I was sent to free you from the arena and to offer you a place within our organisation as it’s our belief, Takashi Shirogane of Earth, that you are destined to be a Paladin of Voltron...”
Snorting, those dark eyes glimmering with distrust, the younger being started to unfurl, his gaze only momentarily shifting from the Galra to the swirling vortex they were travelling through; “is that the reason why you took my arm? Gave me this?” he close to growled, the prosthetic flashing violet.
“I’m not mistaken, am I? That was you, wasn’t it?”
Sighing softly, the freedom-fighter felt his ears droop; “you are correct” he replied gently, his head nodding to the implant. “Zarkon appreciated your spirit and wanted to enable your further success for his entertainment” he stated, his frown deepening; “without that technology, you would surely be dead...”
“Heh... perhaps that would’ve been better” Shiro muttered gravely, his strength depleting as he slumped back to the ground; “I... I just want to go home” he said whilst curling in on himself, his eyelids feeling heavy.
He knew he shouldn’t sleep, it wasn’t safe... he was never safe... never would be...
But God, he was tired...
So fucking tired...
He was out before Ulaz, his cloak in hand, came to drape it about him...
Chapter 5: The Blade of Marmora (Part 2)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Warnings include: heat-cycles, heat-sex, knotting, threesome, cultural differences, biting, mating, PTSD flashbacks, angst, hurt-comfort, BAMF!Ulaz, BAMF!Kolivan, protective Blade of Marmora, canon-typical violence.
Again, this warning will feature with every installment; this particular chapter will only feature: angst, cultural differences, references to canon-typical violence/blood shed, references to sexism/sexual slavery.
“... did well to secure him, was the operation a success?”
Shiro couldn’t be sure but it felt as though he’d been healed; nothing hurt, ached or trembled when he jostled his form.
However, he’d had dreams like this before.
“He wakes, so soon?”
Snapping his eyes open, the human could barely restrain the flinch which jerked him; this dream, like all of the others, was actually a nightmare.
“Y-you...” he tried, a shudder of cold washing up and over him when the strange, capsule like structure he’d been stood in cracked open; blinking, the scarred male toppled out, his eyes screwing shut as he braced for an impact that never came.
He’d been caught on both sides by strong, furred hands attached to stronger, equally furred arms.
“N-no... not again... no more...” he heard himself breath, a sheen of sweat prickling his brow when he tried to pull away.
“Easy there, we’re not here to harm you...”
Snapping his head up (his psyche thrilled that there were no tears lacing his lashes, not anymore), Shiro glared at the Galran, at Ulaz before hissing; “says the person who cut off my arm!”
“Peace” the taller, gruffer voiced alien tried; turning his attention to the left, the human took a second to regard the red-paint, the grim demeanour, the braid and realised, with a blink, that this was no ordinary Galran.
Not of the Empire which he’d seen, anyway.
“W-who are you?” who murmured, his flux of anger born strength feeling him; “you’re Galra but you aren’t...”
“Heh, you’re a perceptive one” the taller, bluer alien replied, those eerie, pupil-less eyes shifting above his head for second before returning back to his bewildered gaze. “I am Kolivan, the leader of the Blade of Marmora” he introduced whilst they slowly, carefully, helped the shorter man to stand. “I am only sorry that our meeting couldn’t have come sooner and that you were forced to exist in the way that you have been before my mate was able to rescue you” he furthered, his tone smooth yet gravelly and sincere.
Looking between the two, his wariness giving way to weariness, Shiro allowed them to walk him towards a large, padded chair which had a range of weird, coloured buttons rippling out of the armrests; “b-but why me?” he found himself asking. “I don’t matter... I’m just an Earthling... hell, I’m just an astronaut, a pilot and, if you want me to do anymore of t-that fighting... in the arena... then...” he huffed, his body slumping into the foamy surface with a tired wheeze.
“Whereas I can make no promises about not fighting, we are at war with Zarkon and will be until his tyranny ends, however, one thing I will swear to you, upon my honour, is that you shall never again be subjected to that vile and wretched place” the taller Galran assured. “And as for you being selected, we would liberate all prisoners if we could but time is of the essence and we have strong reason to believe that you, Takashi Shirogane of Earth, are destined to be a Paladin of Voltron...”
“I... that word...” he murmured; “the guards talk about it sometimes, usually when Zarkon is on the war-path... the matches when he is are... brutal” he said softly, his gaze nervously shifting to Ulaz as the lilac creature began tapping away at the various control-panels. “What is it, exactly? I’ve heard of Paladins too, before, back home during mandatory history-classes... aren’t they a warrior monk, a priest of some kind?”
“That and more” Kolivan acknowledged, his mouth opening to add more when the sound of his mate gasping cut him off.
“W-what’s the matter?” Shiro asked, the feeling of trepidation that’d been swelling inside him mounting; “is something wrong? Oh-h God, am I sick?” he gasped, his body sagging as thoughts of the blood and all manner of other fluids he’d been splashed with danced morbid circles through his mind.
“Ah, no, no it’s nothing like that” Ulaz was quick to sooth, his head gesturing for the older Galran to review the monitor he’d brought up; “I... forgive me, but I hadn’t realised that you were an omega” he added, his brow ridges raised when the human simply shrugged at him.
“It’s standard for all omega military personnel to be given beta-supplements which effectively mask our gender” he offered lightly; “and from what little I’ve heard about what the Empire does to people like me, it just makes me more glad that I took a three-year booster shot” he furthered, his voice tired and strained whilst he observed the cautious pair.
“If this is the part where things get weird and you... you start treating me like I’m made of glass or... or worse then you may as well just kill me and be done with it” he stated, his tone resolute.
“I’m not a whore, a pleasure slave or anything like that, okay?” he grimaced when the silence yawned between them, “so if you...”
“Please, you misunderstand our concern” Ulaz cut in gently, his hand moving to touch the shorter beings shoulder before he thought better of it; “omegas are sacred in our culture... but you’re right to be wary, of course, and you aren’t wrong in supposing that your fate would have been very different should this knowledge have been made public” he said.
“It is a blessing from the Ancients that the Druids did not harbour more of an interest in you” Kolivan agreed before tapping at a bracelet he wore; “Antok? Have the kitchen prepare rations for our guest and alert Thace to the change in plans” he called, his ageless face turning back to Shiro.
“We are at your service, here, Shiro, not the other way around” he promised; “should you wish to learn more about the Paladins and our hopes then we will gladly share what we know... however, if you’d prefer it, we can make arrangements to return you to Earth” he stated with a nod. “None will harm you in the meantime and we would, very much, like for you to share in an evening meal with those of us gathered at our Headquarters, if that is acceptable to you?”
Blinking, his face probably as flabbergasted as he felt, the human could do little else but nod as he accepted Ulaz’ offered arm and stood.
He hadn’t had any nightmares quite like this one...
Chapter 6: The Blade of Marmora (Part 3)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Warnings include: it's short and angsty... well, of course it's angsty! This is me we're talking about ; 3
The Blade of Marmora were as pleasant and amenable as they were utterly terrifying.
“You are suitably impressed, I take it?”
Looking (no, gawping) at the training facility and the grey-uniformed, mask-faced creatures flipping, vaulting and spinning around it with active, sizzling daggers of various shapes and sizes, Shiro could only swallow and nod: “impressed isn’t the word” he found himself breathing.
“Well, worry not, for you only need to access this space should you truly wish to” Ulaz murmured, his right hand carefully and gently rubbing at the human’s shoulder before moving them on; “we’ve ensured that all of the food-dispensaries can only serve you meals which are compatible with your metabolism, so stop by whenever you need to” he added whilst gesturing to the next, large chamber they passed. “There is also an observatory which you’ve been granted access to, however...”
“You can’t just let me roam all around your secret base, I know, I understand” the younger tried to chuckle, his own grey uniform a joy to walk in even if the clawed-gloves and extra weight of a trench-coat styled robe was something he’d have to get used to.
He’s take these clothes over the black enviro-suit and torn, dull purple tunic any day; hell, he’d be happy to never see or touch purple again...
With the possible exception of Ulaz and a handful of other lilac Galrans.
Hmm, now wasn’t that a thought?
“Thank you for your cooperation, Shiro” the alien in question offered smoothly, his voice as kind as the look upon his face; “would you like something more to eat before we return to your quarters? The evening meal is still some time away, after all.”
“That’d be great, thank you” the omega smiled, the pair of them turning into relatively quiet area decked out with long tables and benches; “umm, do all of you eat together often?”
“We are a pack-species as you are” the taller replied, a hint of sadness furrowing his brow; “however, in our line of work, and with Zarkon’s forces growing by the cycle, even we must make sacrifices and only meet for special occasions” he admitted quietly whilst directing them to a strange, gas-pump like set-up. “And speaking of which, it’s not that I wish to rush your decision, but have you reached one yet?”
Looking down for a second (his hands automatically taking the plate which has been given to him), the omega sucked in a breath; “going home... God, it’s more than I’ve dared to dream about for so long” he said, a dollop of something landing on the disc he held momentarily distracting him. “But... but I just can’t let that bastard keep doing what he likes... hell, if you and Kolivan are right, if I am potentially a pilot to a weapon capable of stopping all of this, then, well...”
Sighing, he looked up and tried to form what he hoped was a smile; “I’d be honoured to become a part of the Blade of Marmora...”
Chapter 7: Crystal Venom Revisited (Part 1)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Summary: A re-imaging of this episode all the way back in Season 1; imagine we’re in the A/B/O Verse and (as quite a few awesome writers/fics have explored) Sendak helped the Champion out a time or two during his time in the Gladiator arena.
However, after tasting the young human during heat, the Commander approaches Haggar about acquiring him permanently; agreeing to the Galra’s wishes (since the Emperor is pleased that his most apt pupil has finally asked for a privilege) the Priestess sends the omega to the labs.
Ulaz frees him before the collar and chip (assigning him to Sendak’s care) can be applied.
Who would have thought that, just a handful of cycles after he’d lost his amnesia-stricken little prize, Takashi Shirogane should appear before him once more and as the Black Paladin no less?
After manipulating King Alfor’s code, the Commander sets in to motion a series of events designed to bring the young man back to him whilst offing the rest of the Paladin’s in the process; his failure means he cannot return to the Empire but what does misery like his love more than company?
Warnings include: angst, denial, heat-sex, knotting, biting, mating, bonding, sabotage, abduction, cultural differences, self-lubrication, dub-con, dom/sub, mpreg.
For this chapter, the warnings include: angst, denial, taunting, references to sexual activity, dom/sub and abduction.
You're welcome ; )
Shiro stared at the sleeping Galran, a feeling of apprehension warring with an anxiety which begged him to flee whilst, at the same time, his rational, Garrison-trained forebrain argued that he needed to be here, he needed to find answers, information, anything that could help them to defeat Zarkon.
Emperor Zarkon; God, the name itself sent chills tripping down his spine.
He swallowed, his shoulders hunching even as folded arms tightened, the quintessence of his modification flaring until he quelled it with a thought.
“How do we defeat Zarkon?” he asked, his voice (thankfully) more firm than he’d been expecting; “what is his weakness? What can we use against him?” he furthered, his legs bringing him a step closer to the cryo-pod.
“If you were going to strike him, where would you? How would you do it?”
‘Why defeat him at all... when you can join him?’
Baulking, a jet of purple spewing into the canister, Shiro’s eyes widened to the side of saucers whilst he stepped further still; “so you can hear me?” he murmured, a strange sense of dread pooling in his stomach until he stood no more than a foot from the glass and took in a breath.
That scent... it was so familiar, soothing in a way he couldn’t explain...
“You can’t hold out... you’re going to tell me what I want to know... you’re just some broken toy-soldier, you can’t...”
‘You didn’t think me so broken when you begged for my knot...’
“W-what?” he heard himself whisper, his whole body trembling whilst flashes of images, phantom touches and whispers of cried passion taunted him even as he screwed his eyes shut; “n-no, you... I... we haven’t...”
‘Human’s are such delicate little things, aren’t they? Your minds just choose to black-out what you don’t want to remember, what you don’t want to know’ the silken, purring voice murmured through the room.
Or... or was it inside his mind...
“S-shut up! You’re lying, it... I could never...”
‘Be so desperate? So tired? So hungry for nourishment and comfort that even a small act of kindness was something you’d show your belly for?’ the voice, Sendak’s, chuckled; ‘do not worry, my Champion, you’ll never have to beg or starve or struggle again if you simply surrender to me and accept me as your mate...’
“Y-you can’t be serious!” Shiro snapped, the violet plume within the canister coalescing whilst the omega grabbed his ears and bent at the waist whilst more images, scents and sounds permeated his mind; “shut up... shut up!” he cried desperately even as the laughter surrounding him darkened with lust.
‘Oh how I’ve missed your spirit... and I was not lying, earlier, when I said that your escape had impressed me... it has made my desire burn all the hotter for you...’
“N-no... it’s not true! You’re a monster! I couldn’t have... not with you, not even in my darkest moments, I...”
‘Why should you shy away from your instincts? Your submissive nature? Embrace it’ the older ordered, his mind pulling away from the Castle and King Alfor’s code; he’d flown the craft as close to the Galra controlled planet (deserted with a suitable atmosphere and an outpost which would serve as a temporary safe-harbour) as he could for his plan to work.
And now, his hook baited, he just needed to reel his human closer...
“No! No... I’m not listening to you!”
‘Then don’t... just peel back your under-garment and look at your neck... at the mark I left upon it...’
One more step...
“Shut up! Shut up!!”
Eyes flashing open with a matching, parted smile of triumph, Sendak rippled the cryo-chamber’s barrier as Shiro’s fist made to slam into it; in quick succession, his clawed hand moved to snatch the human’s wrist and pull him into the pod then turning to shove him into the back of it, the arm he’d captured wrenched painfully against a struggling back.
Now, his bewildered, deliciously writhing prize secured, the Galran solidified the shielding and launched the pod to its required destination...
Whilst simultaneously urging Allura to hurtle the Castle and its occupants towards a star...
Chapter 8: Crystal Venom Revisited (Part 2)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Warnings include: biting, subjugation, BDSM styled dom/sub manipulation, alpha control, emotional manipulation/distress, talk of knotting, mating and mpreg.
Shiro tried to calm his breathing, tried to settle his mind, tried to ignore the feel of soft (familiar), fur-lined lips ghosting across his neck and the nose burying into the nape of his neck, breathing him in.
If he activated his arm and tried to fight the other off in these closed-quarters then he could potentially ruin the integrity of the pod, definitely killing them both.
Was he that brave?
‘You’re not that stupid, Takashi’ the Galran murmured through their (no, it couldn’t be, it couldn’t be) mating-bond; ‘relax, be still, we’ll be entering the planet’s atmosphere soon...’
“How could you plan all of this?!” the human snarled, his eyes glaring at the white wall he was pressed against, his teeth gritting when the other purposefully pushed into him, the armour plate covering a purple-furred chest almost squeezing the air from his lungs. “You can’t tell me that you allowed us to defeat you? That you tricked us into imprisoning you inside the Castle?” he accused, his body struggling against the leg which had slipped between his thighs.
“Mm... admittedly, no, this would not have been my first choice” Sendak close to purred; “initially, I had hoped to secure both you and the Lions, that way I could have rejoined the Empire and received my due from Lord Zarkon but, of course, that wasn’t meant to be” he huffed. “Therefore, you will have to suffice as my, what did you once call yourself? Ah yes, my consolation prize” he chuckled. “Oh... how I have longed to bury my knot deep inside that delicious rutting-channel of yours and now, with no Druids to interfere, my legacy can finally be planted within you...”
“N-no...” Shiro breathed, his hands curling into fists; “t-this isn’t real... it c-can’t be happening... the others will...”
“Ah, have I failed to pass on that little detail? My, how clumsy of me” the Galran close to growled, his tone mockingly pleased; “I sent your precious Castle, Voltron and the rest of your motley crew straight into the heart of a star” he said, his teeth flashing in a feral grin when the human jerked in shock, his knees close to buckling.
“Y-you... you monster!” the younger howled, his eyes screwing shut as he began to struggle in earnest; “you bastard! You fucking... Ahh!”
Sinking his teeth deeply into the biting mark he’d left only a few hours before his future mate had escaped him all those weeks ago, Sendak purposefully manipulated his claim upon the other until all fight, all resistance fled from Shiro’s system and he slumped helplessly against his alpha with an obedient, subdued whimper.
Purring, the older creature released his hold and licked at the blood sluggishly oozing up and out of the black body suit which encased the omega, his head affectionately nuzzling into the side of the human’s head; “that’s better” he praised. “Hmm... we must be entering the atmosphere now, good” he added, the reverberations rattling the pod coinciding with the hiss and sizzle of gases streaming past them; “soon we’ll put an end to all of this needless, thankless struggling” he promised.
“Yes... as soon as we’re settled, we’ll solidify the bond and knot you properly” he furthered, his thigh hiking subtly upwards to gently rub between his mate’s legs; “a cub stretching you wide and full is just what you need to remind you of your true place...”
Chapter 9: Crystal Venom Revisited (Part 3)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Warnings include: taunting, mocking, ANGST, going into heat, ultimatums and SMUG Sendak!
SMUT is on the way ; 3
Biding his time whilst his senses were being swamped by alpha pheromones and an impending sense of dread was, Shiro thought, one of the most desperate situations he’d faced.
“Planning another bout of resistance, are you?”
“You can’t just lock me up in this pod forever” he returned quietly as, with a thunk which had them both stumbling within their limited space, the small life-craft landed upon a clearing surrounded by tall, swaying blue and orange trees, pink bushes and lime-accented grasses.
“You’re right, of course” the alpha chuckled; “and here I am with only one arm in my defence...”
“You’re mocking me” the human seethed; “you think you’ve already won... that I’m just going to roll-over and let you do as you please...”
“Hmm? Oh no, you’re quite wrong there, my wayward little mate” the older chuckled, his jaw once again rubbing up the other’s neck. “I am looking forward to you challenging me, to you giving me your fire and venom... it is what makes you so alluring” he close to purred before, his hand moving to the release button, he smirked and waited for the barrier to recede.
“I... I don’t want this...”
“You will grow accustomed to your position in time” Sendak assured whilst backward stepping out of the pod; “however, if there is any credence to your thinly veiled attempt at ignoring our bond then, off you go” he said with a half-hearted shrug.
“W-what?” Shiro blinked whilst turning around, slowly, to observe the Galran and the sprawling, alien flora swathing out behind him.
“You’re a resourceful creature, Takashi, so you should be able to survive out in this wilderness, shouldn’t you?” the taller reasoned, his tone light and patronising. “Maybe your friends have survived, maybe the Castle will be able to find this world amongst the thousands of others in this system so you can be reunited, form Voltron and slay Lord Zarkon together...”
“What did I do to make you despise me so much?” the omega cut in, his eyes alive with challenge; “the arena... there’s so much that I can’t remember... before I escaped, the Druids were doing something to my head, through this and... there was a... a collar” he spat, his implant glowing. “And now my only choices are... to go with you and exchange being raped for safety... or to, to take my chances out there?”
“Tch, rape? Every time I took you, you begged me” Sendak sneered; “I’m an alpha, you’re an omega and we are connected regardless of whether you want to acknowledge it or not” he added before, with a huff, he turned and began walking away.
Blinking (a voice screeching from his hind-brain all but crying not to be abandoned, not to be cast away), the human watched him stride off, his gaze shifting back to the psychedelic landscape before, with a swallow, he stepped onto the strange, leathery grass.
With every step the other took, the colder, the more vulnerable he felt...
But he couldn’t follow the Galran, he couldn’t just give himself over to the enemy... an enemy that smelt like home...
Oh... oh God, there was a bond there... a bond and...
He gasped when the first flare of heat spiked up from his loins to lance his brain; that bastard... that bastard had triggered this with all of those rubs, touches and purrs...
Trying his best to repress the moan crawling up his throat, Shiro tried to focus on his breathing as his knees buckled and he sank to the strange, acrid smelling ground; “w-wait!” he somehow managed to call, his eyes screwing shut with the revulsion he felt for his own weakness, his stupid, pathetic omega biology.
“Oh my, this is quite the predicament you’re in now, isn’t it?”
Hissing at the smug male leaning over him, the human glared up into those luminous eyes; “I hate you!”
Chuckling (the sound grated on his ears whilst he struggled not to lash out) Sendak’s clawed hand reached out to cup his mate’s jaw-line, a smirk forming; “the line between love and hate, I believe, is one that can often be blurred...”
Chapter 10: Redemption is a Strange Thing (Part 1)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Summary: In partial thanks to the emotional stress of seeing Lance so badly hurt and being defeated by Sendak before managing (at the last second and in no small thanks to Pidge and the Mice) to best him, Shiro’s hormones decide that, sure, now is a great time to trigger his heat and blow the cover of him being an alpha.
Unable (read, unwilling) to drag the team (his pack, his kids) into yet another mess (and so soon after take-off, their mission to save the Universe burgeoning out before them), he takes to his room with an ill-made excuse and seals himself away.
Using suppressants since he presented at the tender age of twelve, Shiro has never encountered a heat and, as though making up for lost-time, his body ensures he pays for it; scenting his distress, the Mice alert Allura who has Coran access the bio-scanners (built into every Paladin suite) of their leader’s room.
If the omega doesn’t sate his needs with an alpha and a knot, then he could slip into a shock-induced coma and perish; with no mature alpha onboard and no machine or healing pod able to help him, Team Voltron only have one, horrific, unthinkable solution to the problem...
Tristero gives Sendak an incredibly slashy Redemption-Arc; who knew that the ol’ fuck or die, pwp would be our favourite Galra Commander’s ticket to good-guy status, huh? ; 3
Warnings include: alpha/omega heat-sex, knotting, biting, mating, bonding, self-lubrication, graphic descriptions of sex, heat-based-dub-con, mpreg, angst, distress, happy-ending?
Warnings for this chapter = angst, cultural misunderstandings, coercion, umm... Sendak as a reverse-sex-slave, sex-slave? Shock-collars, devious Pidge. There's no SMUT yet though, just noises...
“But... I don’t understand” Allura murmured, her expression growing more worried by the second as she and her Paladin’s crowded around the firmly locked doors of Shiro’s room. “Alpha, beta and omega dynamics are considered rare even within the Galra and their expansive, diverse race” she admitted before quirking an eyebrow at the young humans huddled together. “Did you not think it pertinent to inform either myself or Coran that your genders were so... so... volatile?” she asked, her cheeks heating delicately as a desperate keen rippled through the barrier they observed, the holo-panels flashing up a warning or two.
“Tch, it’s not as though we knew about aliens in general before last week” Keith interjected, his tone harsh with worry. “We know no other way of living... hell, all of the animals on Earth follow the same gender-profile with only a few odd exceptions in the oceans” he added whilst flicking a look at Hunk and Pidge who were nodding along with him.
“Ah... I see” the Princess said, her expression now closer to sheepish; “I am sorry... I keep forgetting how sheltered your peoples have been from the wider, universal community” she apologised before another cry had them all snapping their heads to Shiro’s room.
“Is there not an alpha amongst you who can, you know...”
“A-ah... it’s not that simple” Hunk said through a cough, his own cheeks enflamed. “Alphas don’t reach sexual maturity until they turn twenty-one, so even if Lance was healed, neither he nor Keith are... um... able to help Shiro right now” he furthered whilst their resident hot-head slammed his fist into the formerly pristine, white wall out of frustration.
Coughing again (and diverting attention away from the clearly pining young man; Keith would have to thank him for that, later), Hunk pointed at himself. “I’m a beta, so no luck there and, since I can’t actively scent Coran, I’m sure he’d be a similar classification and... um, well, even if Pidge wasn’t underage, she’s a femme, just like you” he said, his words causing their shortest Paladin to baulk.
“Hunk?! How the hell did you know that? I’m taking beta-supplements and...”
“Hey!” Keith cut in, his eyes narrowed on a flashing-vermillion icon; “we don’t have time for this” he snapped whilst waving a hand at their (feigning surprise) hostess. “What does this mean?” he asked, his arms folding with a scowl when more sounds of discomfort and distress flitted into the corridor.
“Umm... oh... oh no, this is terrible” the flaxen haired royal murmured, her fingers flying over the screens; “Shiro’s vitals are deteriorating rapidly... at this rate he’ll...” she breathed, her pink-accented irises narrowing before she opened up her comms. “Coran, have you found anything useful in the archives?”
“I’m afraid not, Princess” the older Altean replied from the Castle’s extensive library whilst he and the Mice continued to bring up screens of their own or prize open books which were caked with ten-thousand years worth of dust. “Everything that King Alfor has is purely to do with Galran physiology and, sadly, most of that data concerns the standard male, female genealogy... hmm, it seems that the Druids held the alphas and omegas of their kind as sacred beings and kept what they knew about them to themselves” he sighed.
“Damn it!” the Red Paladin hissed; “can one of your pods be, I don’t know, calibrated to trigger my rut early?” he asked, his form positively bristling with how useless he felt.
“Don’t even think it!” Coran yelped across the open channel; “even if such a procedure was possible, any number of terrible things could happen to you and then we’d be down two pilots instead of one!” he reminded before taking a breath, his form stiffening next to the huge, gleaming bench he’d been leaning over. “I know that you’re worried, Shiro is important to all of us” he began, his eyes narrowing with resolve as he swallowed thickly; “that’s why I don’t say what I’m about to without any great thought or sense of feeling” he said, his right hand bringing up an image that made him cringe.
“Commander Sendak is an alpha...”
Grunting, his organic eye staring blearily at his surroundings (his artificial ocular device had been disabled along with the A.I. which operated it); the last things he remembered revolved around the Paladins of Voltron, a force-field he couldn’t penetrate and a defeat which meant his eternal banishment from the Empire.
Scowling thunderously, the Galran attempted to flex his prosthetic to find, instead of a surge of quintessence, joints and tendons which flexed and moved more naturally greeted him as he snapped his head to glare down at the limb.
It was metal, similar in size to his real arm and... Altean.
“What is the meaning of this?!” he hissed, his attention zeroing in on the determined (and angry) looking people surrounding the cryo-pod he’d been locked in. “You dare imprison and mock me?! I may no longer be welcome in Lord Zarkon’s Court but I am still a warrior and I...”
“You are going to help us” Keith stated, his tone as blunt as it was cutting; “can you feel that pretty-necklace you’re wearing? Go on, you can touch it” he added, his eyes narrowing when the purple-furred creature grunted and touched the collar cuffing his neck with claw-extended fingers.
Snarling, his legs buckling to stumble him back into the wall of his prison, Sendak’s fangs lengthened in pure, unadulterated rage; “I will tear the lot of you limb from bloody limb!” he promised, the yellow of his eye flashing amber. “You will rue the day that you...”
“Should we shock him again?” Hunk asked.
“Don’t you fuckin-”
“Yaaahhhh!!” the Galran screeched, his face alight with pain and electricity as the youngest femme smirked, her index finger reluctantly pulling away from the small holo-pad mounted on the arm-guard of her Paladin suit.
“Okay... so, back to the you helping us thing” the beta said, his form completely nonplussed as he regarded the panting alpha; “you know all that pain you’re in? Well... that’s kind of the tip of the iceberg” he continued, his right brow quirking when the alien snarled at him. “Hell, if we wanted, we could probably burn your head clean off your neck, just like that” he furthered with a shrug, a wink at their youngest member causing her to smile at their enemy in a way that had his fur bristling.
“I see” the oldest being spat, his legs straightening as he stood at his full-height; “do your worst for I would rather die than assist you” he stated, his face set in grim determination.
“Tch, enough of this!” Keith snapped, his baynard activating; he levelled it dangerously near the Commander’s throat. “You will help us whether you want to or not” he insisted, the purple of his eyes sharpening before he looked to Allura and Coran. “He won’t have a choice once we get him into Shiro’s room... if their alphas are anything like ours then any thought processes will be overridden by testosterone” he added before returning to glare at (the now bewildered) Sendak.
“The collar is a precaution and a way to deal with you when it’s over...”
“Feh! You mean to sacrifice me to your Leader’s blood-lust, do you?” he sneered; “has he become so desperate to kill?”
“Shut. Up” the blade-wielder ground out, his hand moving to the deactivation-pad. “Now, are you going to come with us quietly or am I going to have to drag you?”
“Ha! The second you remove this force-field it’ll be over for you! So open it if you dare!” the Galran chuckled harshly, his hands clenched into fists as he readied himself to...
The pain was so brilliant that it blinded him into the darkness, his whole-world spinning until he crashed into the ground with a thud.
Then, he knew no more...
Chapter 11: Redemption is a Strange Thing (Part 2)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Warnings include: SMUT!! GRAPHIC HEAT-CYCLE SEX! KNOTTING! BITING! POSSESSIVE LANGUAGE! RUTTING! MPREG! DUB-CON DUE TO HEAT!!
Yep... very, very graphic; please don't read if you're squeamish!
Grunting, the ringing in his fur-lined ears doing little to ease the nervous tension he’d been storing, Sendak struggled to pull himself into a sitting position against the wall he could feel against his back; staring glibly into the darkened room, he took a deep breath to centre himself.
The air around him was thick, sweet...
Blinking, the Galran drank in another lungful, his nose twitching before a sound (distinctive, desperate) snapped his head toward an alcove to the left of him, his eye widening in time with the slackening of his angular jaw-line.
For, within the alcove was a bed, a bed which supported an omega, an omega in heat...
“By the Ancients...” he hissed, his sore neck twisting so that he could stare; “what kind of... vile trickery is this?” he growled, his legs kicking him up to a stand whilst the pheromones exuding from the whimpering creature did their best to unwind his sanity and unfurl his baser, primal instincts.
“No tricks” the Red Paladin called from somewhere; “Shiro is in a bad way” he furthered, his tone tense and terse. “So just... just hurry up and help him” he demanded angrily; “we’re running out of time...”
“Oh, but this is some strange madness you’ve daubed me with” Sendak sneered, his body (by its own accord) edging ever closer to the naked, shuddering body sprawled out so wantonly across the dishevelled mattress. “You’d have me believe that you’re gift-wrapping the most sacred of all beings for me to take without undergoing trials? And that it is your leader, the alpha Champion of Zarkon’s arena?” he laughed, his voice on the verge of hysterical. “Ha! You Alteans and your alchemy... you’ll not have me fall under...”
“Hey! No one gives a shit about you and your stupid hang-ups, ok? I don’t want you to be in there! I don’t want you touching him” he seethed; “but I can’t help him like you can so... so for fuck’s sake, just...”
Blinking, his form throwing itself to kneel at the omega’s side, the Galran found his flesh hand resting atop the (deliciously burning) lower-back; at the touch, the younger, slighter male arched and moaned, his mouth parted as he panted and looked (unseeingly) toward the purple being.
“A-alpha?” he breathed softly, a tinge of pain lacing the word.
“Omega” the older rumbled, a spike of desire lancing him with a greater potency and precision than any weapon he could hope to beat; “shh, shh, shh” he soothed, his arms working in tandem to remove his armour and strip away his black under-suit.
Then, fully unclothed, Sendak remained kneeling, his eye appraising the tanned, scarred perfection laid out like a sacrifice, an offering fit for hands far more worthy than his own; he licked his lips, a carnal hunger rising up to swallow him whole.
“P-please... please... I...”
“Shh...” he murmured, his gaze sweeping from an unmarked, pheromone glistening neck (untouched, the mating glands beading up, their perfume signalling the other’s fertility, inviting a bonding bite), down a toned, muscular back to a firm, parted rump and a pool of rich, creamy slick collecting there.
A low, possessive growl rippled up and out of him as he prowled to lie atop the trembling figure, his cock hard, aching and arching towards his abdomen.
A small part of him warred against what he was about to do; this omega hadn’t been courted, hadn’t been prepared and was so much smaller, more compact than the omega’s of his own kind.
The scent permeating the air around him, the taste of it promised familiarity, compatibility and soon that quiet voice of warning, of reason was drowned out by the demands of his hind-brain; this omega was his and he would carry his offspring, secure his legacy.
“Your scent grows sweeter with each tic, Takashi” he rumbled and the younger man had to agree...
God, he’d never had a heat and oh how he hated the feeling of his anus collapsing to accommodate the almost painful widening of the slick-rich rutting channel; the sensation of vanilla scented slick lapping at his cheeks, lubricating them was making him cringe in a combination of embarrassment and desperation.
He was horny, burning and utterly mortified; it seemed as though, for the millionth time, he was cursing himself for being born in this ridiculously weak, overly-sensitive body; oh why... Why had his injection failed? He was supposed to heat and hormone free for the next four years...
“Shh, shh... I will not harm you... I swear upon my life and my honour...”
“F-f-f...” Shiro tried to say before a gentle stroke of a hand across his face (meaning to calm) quieted him, it then dipped down and cupped the juncture between his neck and shoulder where the clever, battle-worn fingers began to knead the mating glands beading up there.
“Umm... so you are untouched” the alpha commented, his tone coated with pleasure as he stared down into the omega’s half-turned gaze, his smirk softening; “you may have been my enemy once, but that means nothing now...” he added, a wave of hunger eating up his features as his hand hovered millimetres away from goose-pimpled, tan skin.
“I will endeavour to earn you, to earn the gift of our union” he furthered as his hand travelled south, finger curving under a hip-bone and questing for the curls of hair encircling a rapidly reddening member pinned against the mattress, uselessly beading pre-cum.
“Soon, all you shall feel is pleasure... and the swell of my knot inside you” he added through a purr that was more a growl whilst he pulled his flesh hand away to allow a keen index and middle finger (claws thoroughly retracted) to brush against the human’s entrance.
“A-ahh... oh... p-please...”
“Shh... you must relax... give into your nature...” he murmured gruffly before, (upon reflection) a bit too harshly, he jabbed the digits at the entrance, the motion causing Shiro to yelp and jolt, his heat prone body twisting whilst a moan escaped his lips. This transformed into an all out cry of pleasure when the tips breached him and swirled before delving further, their motion allowing for more slick to slide itself into the open air as they surged forward; Sendak barely managed to stop himself from breaking the seal that assured the omega’s purity.
Whimpering when the fingers began to stretch the hyper-sensitive flesh of his rutting channel, the younger being struggled weakly whilst the Galran increased the motions, his muscle corded form easily covering him and pressing him into the foam-based mattress.
“I can wait no longer” the alpha suddenly declared, his tone almost as wrecked as his expression. “I will have you now... struggle not, speak not for fear of spurring me on” he warned, his nostrils flared and pupils fully dilated.
’Thing is...’ Shiro thought blearily, the departing fingers giving him one final, thorough stroke. ’ ‘M not so sure I’d want to... to stop you... is it so wrong that I want you to keep going... no one’s ever done this to me before...’ his boiled-brain continued whilst he huffed, the full weight of the warrior pressing on him stealing the air from his lungs.
Why the hell had he been denying himself this?
Regarding his prize carefully, Sendak swallowed; he’d heard many an Elite, those of Zarkon’s inner-circle, brag about the effects an omega could have, even on a hardened warrior... but, by the Ancients, he’d never believed himself to be so easily bewitched, so happily ensnared by doe-eyes, pinked lips and enticingly spread legs...
He certainly could not recall becoming so hard when in the company of femmes; why, even other Commanders, in all of their strength and battle fervour, had only ever tempted him to bed on a few occasions and yet... Looking at this slender creature, his bronzed form prone, panting, a living painting for him to devour... Sendak found himself thinking that, once he’d sunk into the depths of those eyes, tasted his slick, plugged him with his knot, he’d never again crave another’s flesh...
Snarling possessively, he worked his way down until he knelt between those quivering thighs before using his hands to gently turn the human over; the few scars he'd spotted only added to their owner's carnal beauty.
Then, grinning (and with little effort) he snatched up the omega’s thighs and pulled his unresisting body upwards to give the purpling shaft a long, wet lick. Then, the younger man’s cries adding fuel to the already raging fire building inside of him, he snatched the pearl of pre-cum bubbling at the tip before moving lower. Breathing in the musk deeply, his eyes rolling back, the Commander leaned forward, his tongue darting out to sample the perfumed slick smearing the entrance his own member was so keen to be swallowed by...
Growling, he pressed his tongue against the entrance before pushing in deeper, his taste-buds singing as they were met with the delicious nectar oozing from the orifice; taking long, leisurely laps, Sendak felt his chest rumble with pleasure even as the omega he held wriggled and writhed, his legs kicking about uselessly at broad shoulders.
Then, his shaft demanding its long-promised reward, the violet alpha took one final lick before lowering the other back to the bed and turning him; he wanted to rut, no, he needed to rut, to dominate, to knot...
Licking his suddenly parched lips, the sight of the man’s scar-less back filling him with a sense of pride, the Commander began pulling at the other’s slender hips, raising his rump and helping to further spread the supple thighs he’d been kneading moments before.
Settling behind the mewling creature he’d ensnared, the Galran carefully took hold of his purpling length, his right hand carefully holding it whilst his left rested on the omega’s hip; slowly, his self-control at breaking point, his knot already building, the alpha pressed the swollen tip at the puckered entrance. Then, a breath sucking between clenched teeth, the fur-coated alpha pushed steadily forward, his keen gaze watching as the reddened circle struggled to consume him.
Grunting at the initial resistance, the stronger male butted and jutted against the slickened orifice before baring his teeth and thrusting; his prize yowled when the helm sank into the dizzying heat, the rest of his member following until his reached the membrane that would be torn by him and him alone.
“Mine” he breathed as he leaned forward, his arms bracing and securing the slighter shoulders of the omega beneath him, his mouth latching onto the beading mating glands; at the relieved sigh which relaxed the younger man, the Galran slammed his rut extended fangs deep into the human’s neck as his hips rushed forward.
Snarling, Sendak allowed his eye to fully roll back as the tight, insatiable heat engulfed him and sucked him in deep; licking and thoroughly enjoying the rich, adrenaline spiked taste that swirled around his mouth, the older began a slow, deep rhythm. The omega’s stuttered cries made for the most beautiful music as he continued to rock, his hips pressing in deeper with each hip jarring movement, his hands tightening to the point of bruising until he could take no more.
Locking his jaw, the younger man’s cry like a siren’s call, the Commander started to slam against the soft cheeks of his conquest's rump, his knot becoming harder and thicker with each snap of his hips; then, his eye widening, he angled the omega’s body and thrust for all he was worth.
“Ahh! Ahh! Aaahhhh!”
Roaring, his right hand jamming under the mattress to hastily tug at the omega’s weeping member, Sendak clenched his teeth and, using the momentary lessening of the tightness around him, the stronger male rotated his hips and vigorously rubbed his knot against the slick until, with one hard push that had Shiro wailing, the Galran finally sank into the heat that engulfed him with all the force of a starved mouth.
Huffing, the taller of the pair somehow managed not to collapse upon the omega as the dark haired male came a second time, his rutting channel clenching and milking the knot it’d captured as his member leaked cum onto the bed.
It was then, at the moment when they crashed, that Sendak knew he’d not be releasing his little human and that Zarkon would be greatly displeased...
As his eyes fluttered closed, his arms curling possessively about the still trembling body beneath him, the alpha found that he could care less.
His allegiances, it seemed, were very much changed.
Chapter 12: Redemption is a Strange Thing (Part 3)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
No real warnings here (aside from bad language/yelling); papa-Shiro makes sure of it! ; )
“You... you can’t be serious...”
Two days had passed since Hunk and Keith and thrown Sendak into their Leader’s room, two whole days of wondering, worrying and monitoring the situation to ensure that the Galran did nothing other than help their friend through a potentially fatal consequence of his gender.
Therefore, when the Commander emerged from Shiro’s room, his collar deactivated (“tch, did you truly expect such ancient technology to subdue me?”) with the slumbering omega curled in his arms and announced that he would join the Voltron Alliance, everyone (Mice included) fell to the floor in shock.
“You would turn my assistance away?” the magenta creature asked as they sat around the dinner-table; “then I believe I should merely request asylum, then” he shrugged, his flesh hand offering the dozing male another spoonful of the green-nutrient paste which he gladly accepted with a contented sigh.
“B-but you... and Shiro... and Zarkon and...” Lance (having woken up from his cryo-sleep, freaked out, fought with Keith and joined him in prowling around the corridors) sputtered, his hands gesticulating wildly. “And... I’m sorry, but this is really distracting... is he ok? Did the heat do something to his brain? Holy fuck! Were you too late or...”
“Hm? Do you know so little about your own kind, child?” Sendak snipped, another spoon presenting itself for the omega to take; “his body is going through what we refer to as the haze... he’ll be himself again as of next cycle” he relayed with a snort. “This is merely the result of his hormonal imbalance settling whilst his body adjusts to nurture the cub he’s carrying” he added when everyone within the chamber stared at him with increasingly enlarging eyes.
“Must you gawk so openly?” he sniffed before scooping up a mouthful for himself from the same spoon; “tch, it is as though none of you have seen a mated pair before” he furthered with a shrug, his face becoming more and more displeased when the other’s continued to gawk at him.
“Mated... pair?!” Keith close to screeched, his body standing so quickly that his chair tipped over and clattered onto the marbled floor; “you bastard! You were only meant to...”
“You think me so villainous that I’d rut an omega like some heathen animal and abandon him and my get?!” the Galran cut in, his snarl menacing whilst he curled his Altean arm more securely around his yawning, sleepily blinking mate.
“Well! Yeah!” both younger alphas called out in unison whilst Lance moved to stand and mirror Keith’s annoyed posture; “this was not supposed to happen! You’re our enemy!” the longer haired of the two interjected.
“Damn-straight he is! You’re a guy who has, like, tried to kill us several times!” the Blue Paladin reminded; “we can’t trust you in general, let alone not trust you to... oh, I don’t know, steal the Lions and use Shiro as a hostage!”
“Preposterous!” Sendak countered, his fangs flashing; “I could no sooner deliver my mate to someone who would cause him harm than you could survive in space without an enviro-suit! I...”
“N’more yelling” a exhaustion softened voice yawned out, its presence causing everyone in the room to snap their attention to the Black Paladin who stretched lightly before curling more deeply into the Galran’s (thankfully amour-less) chest. “S’too loud... an’ he’s gonna stay, we’re gonna... gonna beat Zarkon and he’ll help us do it... s’no more alpha shoutin’, okay?”
And, just like that, the whole room quieted; the matter, it seemed, was resolved and the meal resumed for, as a pack, their omega’s rule was law.
Allura and Coran merely exchanged glances, shrugged and begrudgingly accepted that this was happening.
This was happening...
Chapter 13: Redemption is a Strange Thing (Part 4)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Warnings include: angst, hormone-related mood-swings, topping from the bottom, being naked, purring
Oh guys, I'm so glad you like this thread; I might separate it into it's own drabble-based fic if it continues to progress!
Thanks for the support! (We really need more Shendak!)
Waking up (sated, happy, warm) cuddled into some amazingly soft, lightly musked fluffy fabric and feeling as though he’d never be more safe, more secure then right here was, Shiro thought, a weird way to wake up on the Castle of Lions.
However, with a yawn, a light stretch and a contented sigh, the human found that he could care less, until...
“You are well?”
Eyes snapping open, a trill of shock spurring him into action, the Black Paladin yelped and almost tumbled off his bed; a magenta, furred arm tightening its grip about his waist was the only thing preventing him from face-planting the ground.
O-oh... oh God...
“Breathe... that’s it, slowly”
Swallowing thickly, the voice that his hind-brain identified as alpha, as mate, rippled over him and soothed the panic that would have (ordinarily) spurred him into activating his Galra-implant, turning and smashing his fist into his attacker’s face.
“W-what’s going on?” he whispered, his eyelids screwing shut when a wave of dizziness had him slumping back against (what he now knew to be) a well-muscled, plush chest; “I... you... I don’t...”
“I am going to lay you on your back, alright?”
Trembling slightly (his psyche warring between common sense and damned, stupid post-knotting omega contentment), Shiro felt himself nod and manage to restrain the moan of pleasure he felt at being so gently handled by his mate.
“S-Sendak?” he murmured, the Galran now pressed (probably uncomfortably) against the cabin-bed’s wall as he looked down at him; “o-oh God... it was the heat wasn’t it? Something wasn’t right...” he added, his eyes closing again with fatigue.
“A-and now I’m... you... we’re” he chuckled, the sound a little broken; “shit... how in the universe did this happen? I was never going to let an alpha take me, let alone bite me and... wait” he said, his whole body freezing, his distress causing Sendak to grunt and jerk with worry.
“D-did you... knot me?”
“Oh fuck! You did, didn’t you? Of course you did! God! I probably begged you to, didn’t I?” the human gasped, his body moving to wrestle (a thoroughly stunned, blinking) Galra Commander onto the bed, his naked body straddling the other’s (equally bare) hips as he glared down at him, his quintessence hand activating.
Swallowing, the part of him that was a warrior, a survivor demanding that throw the little up-start off and thrash him being undeniably crushed by his alpha instincts (you never harmed your omega, they were sacred; if it was Shiro’s will that he die then so be it), Sendak braced himself for the worst.
But the blow never came; the glowing, purple fingers were, instead, gently clearing away a patch of fur which coated the juncture where his neck met his shoulder on the right-side. “I think that should do it” the younger murmured before leaning back, his face stern; “I want you to fuck me, right now, so we can solidify this bond” he stated, his words causing the Galran to baulk, his jaw loosening.
“Y-you’re accepting me?” he breathed, a shudder of want, need, longing surging through him; “but you...”
“Look” the omega huffed, his face determined; “this isn’t going to be easy, this isn’t what either of us have ever wanted but it’s done, I can feel you in my head and now I’m... well” he broke off, an expression of vulnerability creasing him (and making Sendak want to wrap him up in his arms) as he flesh hand touched his (still toned) abdomen. “I’m carrying the child we made” he said before, another u-turn of emotions causing the Commander to choke with shock, the glowing hand returning to his neck; “and I’m not doing this by myself!”
“I-I... I would never...”
“And then there’s Voltron and the Empire to worry about” he seethed, his eyes narrowing; “I’m not going to be able to pilot Black in a few months time which is going to put us at a severe disadvantage” he furthered, his right brow quirking. “So you are going to help us out by pinpointing targets to destroy and you are going to advise us and engage in our battles against Zarkon until his Empire topples and we free all of those he’s enslaved, do you understand?”
“Y-yes, I have already spoken with the Altean Princess...”
“Allura” the younger insisted, his face smoothing out to allow a gentle smile to tug at his lips; “huh, so that wasn’t a dream, you have been eating meals with them... good” he sighed before, with a stretch, he deactivated his arm and ran his fingers across the soft tufts a of fur coating the other’s chest, his smile deepening at the purr his motions caused.
They could make this work, he decided, they could make this great.
Chapter 14: Redemption is a Strange Thing (Part 5)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Ooohhhh? Did someone say double-update? ; )
Warnings include: a smidge of angst, attempted humour...
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Adopting a pack made up of humans, Alteans and one hot-blooded hybrid was, Sendak would admit, not entirely terrible.
“Hey! What have I told you about touching my stuff, huh?!”
Well, most of the time...
Sighing, his hulking form having walked in on yet another argument between the two juvenile alphas, the former Commander sucked in a breath and replayed, in his mind, Takashi’s words to him the last time he’d picked them up by their scruffs and locked them in cryo-pods to cool off.
‘What? You can’t just put them away when they annoy you, Sendak... Now go on, get them out and try to talk them through what’s happened... and don’t you look at me like that, mister... Just think of this as practise for when our own kids are acting up, I mean, you’re not going to put them into stasis whenever they argue, right?’
The pluralisation of the noun ‘kid’ (which wasn’t, as his translator had so wrongfully stated, an infantile-goat) had filled him with such delirious pleasure (his mate desired multiple offspring with him) that he’d fished the pair out of their punishment and gladly sparred with them in the training room until they both broke down and apologised.
However, this issue seemed to be a little more challenging than last time.
“It wasn’t me, you jerk! Why the hell would I even...”
Taking in a deep-breath, Sendak steeled himself and approached the bickering pair, their heads snapping towards him whilst their legs (which had been poised to continue the ridiculous kicking match that’d been circling the Bridge if Coran’s look of exasperation was anything to go by) halted (at the sudden imbalance, the loudest human toppled).
“Ow! Ah! See what you’ve done now?” Lance snapped whilst Keith smirked and loomed over him, his position smug; “ugh! And now someone’s sent Galra-dad to check up on us... hey! Hey! Don’t go scampering away Coran! We all know it was you...”
“Just like you know that I was the one who took your precious space-rock?”
“Of course it was you!” the younger countered as he rolled to stand; “who else would...”
“I grow tired of this” the former Commander cut-in, his arms (sure, he missed the quintessence-deadly prosthetic the Druids had supplied him with; however, he could not hold, pet or fondle his mate if he still had it and so he wasn’t too perturbed) crossing whilst he levelled them with an unimpressed look. “What causes you to quarrel now?”
“Keith is a lying, cheating little sneak! That’s what!” the slightly younger hissed; “when we attacked and destroyed that top-secret Galra base last week Hunk found a pile of crystallised quinte-what-ever and gave me a piece” he furthered, his anger strengthening when the hybrid rolled his eyes. “Now it’s gone and Keith is the only guy we know who can touch that stuff and absorb it...”
“Tch! So I what? Broke into your room and ate it? Is that what you’re saying?!”
“There! You see! He’s admitted it!” the Blue Paladin almost crowed, his right hand pointing dramatically; “nobody said anything about eating it!”
Looking from the pair (who were edging closer to each other once more) to the long-suffering Altean (who seemed to be twitching a little less around him), Sendak huffed out a: “quintessence is ethereal in nature so it has more than likely evaporated into particles” he said, his words stopping another shoving attempt. “Have you contacted the Yellow Paladin? Are his crystals similarly missing?”
“I, well! Ahh... ugh... huh” Lance sputtered, his anger melting away as he cocked his head to one side, regarded Keith with a narrow eyed glare, and made towards the exit; “Galra-dad better be right, mullet!” he called whilst ambling purposefully through the Bridge’s gleaming-white doors. “Cus if he isn’t, it’s on!”
“Ha! What’s on? Me kicking your ass?” the hybrid taunted whilst the slightly taller teen flipped him the bird as the oldest of the room’s occupants resisted the urge to do something that the Yellow (no-Hunk, he reminded himself; Takashi always smiled that much brighter when he addressed their adopted cubs by their given names) may not thank him for.
“You two have the potential to be great warriors and allies” he mused to the hybrid (whilst an increasingly more relieved Coran went back to his business; the comments about the Galran crystal almost destroying the Castle were also decreasing in frequency) who blinked at him.
“Tch, not when he...”
“However, legends say that Lor- Zarkon (he was still getting used to the difference; thousands of years worth of loyalty and service could not be forgotten so easily but the gentle encouragement and acceptance of his mate was getting him there) and King Alfour held similar potential” he mused, his words causing Keith to pause, his smirk dropping.
“Perhaps, since your blood is of superior stock, you’d think on this before giving in to such childish fights in the future, Keithra” he furthered, a flicker of satisfaction sparking in him when the Red Paladin stiffened.
“Y-you... how did you, that name, that’s what my... but you couldn’t...”
“Your heritage is obvious” the older shrugged whilst turning to make his own way out; “the name, I suppose you couldn’t know, not if Takashi’s previous ignorance of Galrans is anything to go by, is similarly an easy thing to guess as it clearly sounds so similar to an Earth designation” he added whilst the doors open, their eyes locking when he turned his head.
“Reflect on what I have said and, should you wish to speak to me further, you only need ask.”
Galra-dad is best dad! : )
Chapter 15: Redemption is a Strange Thing (Part 6)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
No warnings here... just... well, read it and see!
So, this is the last time I'll update this Redemption fic here...
Because I'm going to give it its own place on the Archive! : )
Fidgeting with her glasses, her eyes sneakily glancing from the data-pad she’d been trying to study to the omega (his Galra-implant hand resting protectively over his abdomen) who’d just entered the Bridge, Pidge tried desperately not to give herself away, however...
“Hey Katie, you okay?”
Shiro wasn’t their first Space-Dad for nothing...
Swallowing (and quickly looking around to make sure that her fellow Paladins weren’t snooping anywhere nearby), the young femme pulled herself up and out of the control-station she’d been allocated to amble her way over to the twenty-four year old, her cheeks pinking slightly.
“Well...” she began, her hands wringing sheepishly behind her back; “I... um, it’s just... I’ve read so much about omegas and biology and” she stammered, the blush she wore deepening. “Not that I want to pry, or anything, but I was hoping, urgh, I mean wondering if you would... umm... let me monitor the baby... Ah! And you too, of course” she added, her voice pitching when the older human blinked at her. “I’ve unlocked so many great, totally non-invasive scanners and equipment from the Castle’s infirmary and I...”
“Whoa, Katie... that...”
“... just really, you know, want to make sure that you’re both alright because, well, my uncle on my mom’s side, he is an omega and sometimes he got really sick with stress and I...”
“...would be wonderful.”
Cutting herself short at his utterance, her eyes widening whilst the rest of her body seemed to deflate with a combination of joy and relief, the fourteen year old breathed out a; “really?”
Chuckling, his arms opening to allow her access, the Black Paladin hugged his youngest pack-mate warmly as she returned the gesture. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this Pidge... being mated and pregnant is tough enough without, you know, being in space and surrounded by crazy purple-people who want to steal my magic lion” he chuckled, his tone becoming more incredulous by the second as she laughed along with him.
It was actually crazy when you stopped to think about it...
Not as crazy, however, as what happened later that evening when the young scientist (her head already spinning with several ways to take the readings she’d need to ensure Shiro and his Galra-human child were healthy and well) was humming her way to the Green-Lion’s bay.
“I would have words with you, if I may?”
Yelping, her body jerking in shock (the Castle’s corridors were whisper quiet when they weren’t either actively chasing or being chased by Zarkon’s forces), Pidge spun to see their newest pack-member (who towered over everyone, sure, but her more so) approaching her, his face impassive.
“Umm... sure?” she replied through a thick swallow, her hands only twitching near her bayard (as opposed to grabbing it like she’d done during his first few days of freely roaming their space-ship-den; she was incredibly proud of herself for that (even as her hind-brain screamed at her to run).
“My mate has told me of your proposition” Sendak stated, his natural eye narrowing slightly as he stopped a good few feet away from the clearly nervous human (he’d have to work on that); “I wanted to pass on my thanks” he continued, his own posture relaxing when the young femme’s slight frame similarly eased.
“Oh? Err... um, sure, you’re welcome” she stated whilst timidly playing with her glasses in the way that his mate had assured him was endearing and not because she was injured or hurt.
Humans and their mannerisms; would he ever understand them?
“It is customary” he added; “in my culture to return a favour for a favour or a gift for a gift” he said, his flesh hand raising to tap his cyborg eye. “I have often caught you scrutinising this and, although I can offer you little explanation as I am merely its beneficiary, you are welcome to take what scans or data you would like from this ocular implant” he stated, his ears flattening when their (currently) youngest cub let out a squeal.
“Are you well, or...”
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! Really?! You mean it?” the little femme cried, her legs rushing towards him as he stuttered and almost faltered; “oh wow! Wow! Here, just hold still while I...”
And, just like that, the former Commander of Zarkon’s most elite fleet, an alpha feared across the cosmos, found himself standing in a corridor of little remark with a happily chirping girl clambering all over him like a wild Vesliket, her hands touching, prodding and poking away around his sensitive ears and face whilst she scanned and took readings.
To his perplexed mind, the siren calling them to battle couldn’t have been more accurately timed...
Chapter 16: Lost in Translation (Part 1)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Summary: During the Kerberos Mission, the Holt’s and Shiro are abducted; however, unlike the show, their Galra captors can’t understand English. They do, however, appear to know exactly what omegas are and consider them a rare, valuable prize if all of the jewellery he’s been smattered with was anything to go by. Also, fortunately or unfortunately for the small crew’s pilot, it would seem (by the way they all literally pawing over him) that they’re biologically compatible; stranded on a space-ship travelling light years away from Earth was one thing but having a hoard of tall, fur-laced and fanged mouthed alphas courting him was quite the other...
Warnings include: Non-con and dub-con, alien-anal-probes (yep, I went there... this is an alien-abduction story, remember?)! Alpha-possessiveness, creepy-Druids, cultural differences, in a Universe where English isn’t the only language (le gasp), poor-Shiro, prize-Shiro, jewellery, gifts, courting (Galra style!), forced-orgasms, unwanted-touching, heat-cycles, mating, rutting, biting, knotting, m-preg, Sam and Matt Holt are through with your shit! Smug Sendak is best Sendak!
Sobbing tiredly, his hips desperately wriggling under the slow, deep thrusts of the long, thick, artificial erection rutting into him, Shiro couldn’t help but writhe and screw his eyes shut when the machine started to increase its pace once more.
“P-p-please...” he gasped, the murmurs of (what he assumed to be) scientists ghosting around him inside the large, sterile chamber providing him little comfort as they continued to probe him with, he could tell, a wider audience viewing from the plethora of glass windows above the metal bench he’d been strapped to, chest down. “I... I can’t...”
But it was useless, of course; in the two, possibly three days since his abduction the twenty-three year old had yet to encounter any of the (predominantly purple) aliens who could understand a word of what he was saying; it was hopeless, stupid to even try...
God... just how many times were they going to make him cum? He felt like a damned cow being milked whilst the strangely soft sheath wrapped about his dying erection continued to suck the last dregs of his pleasure out of him.
Shit, his dopamine addled mind counted five orgasms including this one; he supposed, in a way, he should feel luckily.
At least he wasn’t in heat, at least it was his anal passage and prostate they were manipulating; heh, he’d probably not be thinking so optimistically later when he couldn’t sit down...
“Tch pois-chette ysu eusjjj olsho, ished pah?”
Blinking dazedly, Shiro felt a cool, clawed hand stroke through his forelocks before (almost gently) cupping his face; at the gesture, he carefully opened his eyes and saw something akin to a water-bottle being offered.
Gasping (with a mix of relief tinged exasperation), the pilot eagerly accepted the drink, his eyes widening further when the belts securing him to the bench were removed and two tall, wraith-looking creatures gently (oh so very carefully) eased him up and pulled him to a shaky stand, their weird hands grasping his biceps to keep him steady.
“W-what’s happening?” he asked, his face turning from one strange, masked creature to the other whilst the purple-people only clothed in medical regalia continued to busy themselves with the equipment they’d assaulted him with. “Please... I don’t understand...” he added before, with a yelp, they effortlessly lifted his naked body off the floor and started to glide him towards the exit; if he wasn’t so exhausted, embarrassed and boneless from the aliens’ investigation of his anatomy, he would have tried harder to fight.
However, his body peppered with sweat, his toes hovering inches above the gleaming metal floors and the scent of alphas (so many, so strange, so familiar) hitting him like a hammer to the face when the doors to the medical-chamber swished open, Shiro was finding it difficult to keep his eyes open, let alone struggle.
“Geest rhet che-pahhh sut?”
Blinking, the young human thought, for a second, that the being talking had been addressing him.
“Rhet sut kkrat sen-et-saptz.”
But, after somehow mustering the strength to look up, the omega felt his stomach flip for there, their eyes roving all over him, was a pack of alphas (all similarly dressed in what he assumed was a military uniform, the slight differentiation of colours undoubtedly signifying rank) with one tall, lizard-like alien at the fore.
The alien who’d been on the screen he’d stared at when he and the Holt’s’ were first captured, the one who’d ordered the rifle-butt to silence him; when it looked his way, he tried his best to scowl thunderously: “I’ll be sure to pay you back for that when I can” he stated, his utterance causing the group to angrily jostle at the creature in question.
Were... were they mad at that guy too?
“Zek cha boku-nul sat?”
This time, there was no doubt that the words were directed at him; glaring (sure, the bruising (along with any other damage) had been healed after he’d woken up in a strange pod-device but that was besides the point) Shiro ground out a blunt “I do not understand what the hell you’re saying! How are you not noticing this?!”
“Hee-ck, tch’nal cat-na... boku-nul set” the masked being which held him on his right side decreed, its words causing the pack of men (varying from six feet to eight, not noted glibly) to bow their heads with a mixture of disappointment and grief. Then, all taking a further bow, they slammed their left fists to their chests, barked a (quite frightening; God, his nerves were beyond frayed by now) “vrepit sa!” and began marching away.
“Tuch-ee et ran ke-ro” the being on his left murmured in what the human thought (hoped) were meant to be soothing tones before, without having to communicate to each other, the pair seamlessly glided him down the now alpha-free corridor, their only witnesses the soul-less, purple visored robots which lined the well-lit passage.
Then, in what felt like seconds, they stopped outside another set of doors (and how the hell anyone could tell the difference inside this behemoth of a ship, especially since every exit and entrance looked exactly the same) which drifted open to reveal...
Well, that was the only thing he could liken it to; there were a set of baths overflowing with steamy-water, the scent of clean, sweetness wafted through the light vapours misting the whole area, an assortment of metal bars and curves offering towels, shower-head fixtures sprouting from the ceiling and all four walls...
Why in the world would a battle-ship full of military personnel have such an area?
Frowning suspiciously, the omega blinked when he was gently lowered to the wet (but not slippery), tiled floor, his arms released to allow one of his escorts to float out of the room as the other made a light, shooing gesture at him before motioning to the room at large.
“Ke-ro, zed ent ach mo se-e, vro-pa... vro-pa...”
Sighing (although the thought of soaking in one of those tubs was sending a rousing applause through his hind-brain), Shiro begrudgingly limped his way to the closest bath, his eyes skimming over various bottles, clothes and sponge-like things hovering on a tray next to it.
“Ghek trosh-na, ke-ro?”
Yelping (and quickly skirting away from the hands reaching to either help him in or drown him), the omega shook his head at the masked-thing and, those creepy black sleeves halting, he then carefully lifted his left leg into the (shit, a lot deeper than he was expecting) surprisingly non-boiling water. Once done, he made short work of lowering himself into the expansive, large hot-tub like pool which continued to bubble up and over the side.
“If you’re asking me how awesome this feels... well, it doesn’t make up for what you just did to me, or kidnapping either... but... other than that? This is amazing” he found himself murmuring, his head and neck easily slotting into a pillowed grove made for the purpose. “Ugh... I... is there something in this? I can’t... everything is...”
“U-oshh, u-oshh... set nen e paa, ke-ro...”
His eyelids... they felt so heavy and yet his body... it was so light... and long, clawed fingers were brushing through his forelocks again before smoothing over temples, cheeks and jaw.
Chapter 17: Lost in Translation (Part 2)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Warnings include: abduction, non-con-non-sexual touching, imprisonment, angst, language barrier, leering!
Waking with a start, his body and mind jerking upon a plush, warm surface, Shiro felt himself doing a double-take as he sat upright to find himself laid out across what looked to be a giant cushion enshrouded by multitudinous, sheer violet drapes.
“Vezsh-net ket, ke-ro?”
And he wasn’t alone...
Swallowing (his strange, alien-abduction nightmare still fully intact, still growing), the omega attempted to peer through the numerous veils at the masked beings that were (oh dear God) encircling his large, plump square of a bed until, with a blink, he finally noticed what he was wearing.
“I... no... this has got to be a coma-dream” he murmured whilst thoroughly inspecting himself; he was dressed in a shimmering black and lilac leotard that was cut in a similar fashion to any number he’d seen being worn by alphas and betas on the wrestling team back the Garrison. However, instead of a vest-top, he had capped-shoulders and what felt (after inspection) a high neck... or a collar; frowning down at the manacles adorning his wrists and ankles, the collar was probably more likely. Then, to top the whole ensemble off, a silky, translucent robe of pearlised-white had been artfully tied around him with a wide-belt of pitch-black and ultra-violet in a mockery of geisha styled kimono.
Again, how in the world had these creatures rigged such an outfit, such a room, on a military craft?
“Rhet sen kap nat-al, ke-ro?”
Sighing (and somehow resisting the urge to pinch himself; he’d done it to the point of bruising and he was still trapped on this ship, with these people), he managed to shuffle his way across the plump, undulating fabric to slide off the bed, through a parting in the curtains, to stand in the room-proper.
What greeted him was even more surreal than waking on the giant pillow.
“Zret-shren, rift-ta naa et... shrep an... e-taa, e-taa, ke-ro.”
Looking from the range of tables trapping him against his new resting place in a wide, sweeping semi-circle (each loaded with trays of sparkling, glittering pieces and a small, rectangular tablet denoting the strange, edgy writing he’d seen in and about his limited travels on the vessel) to his captors, Shiro quirked a brow when he saw the speaker hold up seven long, crooked, clawed fingers.
“Ugh... I’m not sure what you’re trying to tell me” he offered, his hands gesturing to the plethora of tables; “do you want me to pick some of these to wear? Is that it?” he guessed whilst mimicking the process of selecting and wearing a bracelet.
“Tech! Tech ke-ro... e-taa, vro-pa, vro-pa” the hooded being seemed to cheer whilst making the same shooing gesture it had when it wanted him to bathe earlier.
“Huh... well, okay” he replied through a tired sigh, his eyes scanning the weird (yet strangely beautiful) collection which ranged from earrings to arm-guards, dainty-chains to globule-like beads, gold to silver and everything in between.
Not being a fan of such wears and, since the customs of dressing omegas up like femmes was a bygone practise back home, Shiro felt himself caught in at another impossible impasse; on the one hand, these beings were being nice to him and jeopardising said kindness by refusing could see him in terrible trouble. However, picking items that seemed to have some significance based on their presentation also posed a problem; what if he selected wrong or offended his hosts or put them on incorrectly? Was he even supposed to put them on? Was he even choosing for himself? Narrowing his eyes critically, he realised that some of the metal bands seemed impossibly big for him to wear, even as a belt...
“Hech maa ten sa-en, ke-ro?”
Huh, and there was that weird ’ke-ro’ word again; was that a bastardised version of the nickname he’d tried to tell them when it was clear (during the early stages of his capture, before they’d performed the medical scans and separated him from a terrified and worried pair of Holt’s’) that his full name just wasn’t communicable?
Sucking in a breath and attempting to remain calm, the omega offered what he hoped looked like a smile before moving to the right to begin the process.
The being had held up seven fingers, therefore he’d start by taking seven things, seven things that (hopefully) would at least be useful; he started with two matching, decorative armguards which, after gesturing the actions of putting them on, did so when the four aliens nodded vigorously. Then, his eyes watching as they snapped easily in place above his (currently chain-free) shackles (awarding him a modicum of defensive protection) he regarded the items of the table he’d taken from. The chunky-beads, overly shiny broaches, floral-prints and fizzy-orange bangles looked neither functional or in keeping with what he’d been dressed in.
Therefore, with a quick to check he hadn’t caused any outward offence, he looked to the next two tables; from them he plucked two ebony and purple swirled rings which slid down his middle fingers (he’d prefer knuckle-dusters, but he’d make do) and a long, thin, silver chain with a thumb sized azure rock which pulsed and glowed when he’d touched it.
With five items down, he reviewed the last two tables he was a little disheartened to see that there were no shin-guards, blades or anything he could think to use as weaponry; noticing that all masked faces had zeroed in on him, he went for two other silver necklaces which were shorter than the first (and each other) with two smaller stones each (one petrol-blue, one gunmetal grey).
“Umm... is this okay?” he tried, his body twitching a little when all four of them started tittering excitedly at once; then, their cloaks fluttering in their wake, three of them started to pack up the tables whilst the fourth beckoned him to follow.
Swallowing down his nervousness (the Garrison had steeled him, prepared him to face the unexpected with bravery and courage; he was their poster child, the first omega to go to space, after all) Shiro followed, his eyes keeping tabs on the floating (that still freaked him out) beings whilst they efficiently packed what he hadn’t chosen away.
Then, to his surprise, he wasn’t walked to a corridor but into what he guessed to be an elevator; “ugh, do I go alone?” he asked, his eyes briefly widening when the alien stepped back out. “Ah... there aren’t any buttons, so... oh, okay, never mind-“ he cut off, the doors clanging shut to seal him inside the circular chamber which, expectedly, began to ascend.
Sucking in a breath to steady himself and calm his nerves, the human tried to prepare himself for what would greet him when the doors parted; a brothel? A harem? An arena? A flight-deck? The Holts?
God, he knew it was a long-shot, but he prayed that it’d be Sam and Matt who’d greet him...
“Tzek nap-can taa’ek sh-oo-ta, ke-ro!”
Blinking, the loud-speaker above the door making him jump with its exclamation, Shiro felt the ground he stood on halt before, to his bemused horror, the scent of alphas started filling up the air, the strength of it making him a little dizzy.
‘Oh shit’ he thought, his feet backpedalling to the wall behind him; ‘oh God, oh no, it is a brothel... fuck, I... I can’t...’
However, before his mind could imagine the worst, the elevator opened to reveal not some sleazy, smoke and pheromone choked room filled with dull-eyed femmes and omegas with their grubby, leering patrons but something closer to a small conference room.
A conference room with a long, oval table which had tall, varying-purple, furred and lizard-like alphas sat upon seven of the nine chairs available; there was an empty chair directly before him and another empty chair at the head of the table.
Wait a second... seven alphas, seven alphas who all looked distinctly pleased, their eyes (from luminous yellow to sultry amber) all tracking across his body...
‘Oh shit’ his mind unhelpfully supplied; the jewellery he’d selected had to correspond to each of the tall (Jesus... so tall) men who regarded him, the smiles and smirks playing on their lips making their intentions crystal clear.
Did... did this mean that their species was compatible with humans? Or... did they just enjoy rutting with omegas wherever they could be found?
Growing up, he’d always been told that his gender was rare and, as an adult, he appreciated that contributing only 5% to the world’s population meant that he’d get a lot of attention but now, from the way those aliens were virtually undressing him with their eyes, he guessed his kind were rare all over the galaxy.
‘Why couldn’t I just have been a beta?’ he thought when, after foreign words failed to coax him out, one of his robe-cloaked nannies was sent to fetch him. ‘Not an alpha, no, I would have been quite happy just to be a regular guy but no, here I am, an omega, on a space-ship surrounded by alphas from another planet, hell, planets who look like bending me over this damned table is the best plan they’ve come up with all year...’
“Ru-pah nennet san, ke-ro.”
Trying his best not to shudder (or retaliate; the last time he’d tried they’d just tittered and simply knocked him out with a touch) when the masked-alien cupped his shoulders with taloned fingers, the human allowed himself to be manoeuvred to the nearest seat (which almost dwarfed him) before sitting down.
So... now what?
Chapter 18: Lost in Translation (Part 3)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Warnings include: angst!
When the floating, spectre-like alien ghosted away from his chair, Shiro (after a nervous swallow or two) found that sitting stiffly in the plush, large chair and merely flitting glances at his hosts didn’t seem to be causing him any problems and so, his resolve strengthening, he began his analysis of the alphas encircling him.
The tallest, he thought, was around the eight-foot mark; to say that their bulk and size was intimidating was an understatement, however, being an omega of the modern-age meant that he, himself, was no shrinking violet in terms of height and broad shoulders (although his tapered waist and long, lean legs were still a giveaway to his gender).
In terms of diversity, the aliens ranged from feline to reptilian, lilac to mauve, bulky to stream-lined and hideous to, dare he say it, strangely attractive?
’Great... nice to know that Stockholm Syndrome can kick in even before a week is over... Jesus, if it’s been less than a week’ he thought, his careful investigation continuing as the men began to talk (in the same gruff language) amongst themselves.
A few of them wore predominantly black armour accented by ultra-violet markings on the chest-piece whilst the majority (who all seemed bigger, broader and enhanced by machinery and or implants in some way) were sporting crimson breast-plates with yellow, gleaming gashes glaring outwardly like menacing eyes.
So, altogether, neither frightening nor intimidating...
“Gratt-ne taa-naz, kah ooh-waa nen!”
Yep, not scary at all.
Jerking despite himself, his eyes narrowing in a mixture of shock and horror, one of the taller aliens had leaned across the table to snag something from one of the three bowls of (he assumed to be) fruit at the structure’s centre, his clawed fingers making short work of what seemed to be tough rind until a bright pink, softer flesh was revealed. Then, his giant, fanged maw prizing open, he took a large bite out of the strange, cake-like structure before, to the human’s astonishment, the lizard-man turned mismatched eyes towards him and thrust the now oozing food in his immediate direction.
Blinking owlishly, his head snapping from the gooey offering, to the male, the onlookers, his nanny and back again, the expression of revulsion he was surely wearing must have been enough of an answer because most of the alphas started laughing whilst the guy still holding the thing snarled, smushed it into the table, stood and began to lumber his towards the exit.
‘Oookay...’ Shiro thought, a nervous sweat peppering his brow; he remembered from mandatory history classes that certain cultures on Earth held mating rituals which involved the sharing of food and, if he was right, then he’d just dodged one big, ugly, rotund looking bullet...
“Shrep na-kennn srat ru, ke-ro?”
Sighing, his chaperone once more at his side whilst a creature roughly his size (down-trodden, weary, wearing a black jumpsuit and dark-purple tunic) cleaned up the cakey-pink mess, Shiro looked up at the mask with what he hoped looked like a plea for help.
“Please, I don’t understand... I don’t know what you want me to do or where my friends are or where we’re going and now... why are these alphas here? What are they gawping at? Is this some kind of... mating thing? Because I’m flattered, I am, but I’m not interested” he said, his hands gesturing as he talked, his shoulders sagging.
“I... I just want to go home” he tried again, his nerves temporary fraying, his lips close to quivering which, to his further shock, resulted in all talk ceasing, all six of them turning their various eyes upon him; at their searching, piercing gazes, he almost lost what little grip on his emotions he had, until...
“Chek-netta zwepps can et set-na, Druidz?”
Blinking, his tears hopefully receding, Shiro found his eyes (along with everyone else’s) moving to the doors the fruit guy had stormed out of, his jaw slackening when, to his escalating joy, a tall, cat-eared alpha with plush looking fur and a neutral expression had entered; behind him stood...
“Sam! Matt! Thank God!” he found himself saying, his body standing (before his nanny grabbed his shoulder and forced him to sit again with a strength he should have registered, should have found terrifying) whilst the pair (both wearing chained-collars on tight leashes) tried to look around their imposing captor.
“Are you alright?!” the three asked in unison, their exchange causing mutterings from the seated alphas whilst the one holding his friends’ chains strode in as though he owned the place, a critical, powdered-lemon eye observing him whilst the orange of his bionic eye flashed.
“Gret-roo pah natt en sa-at, se-at Zretkhan Sendak” his chaperone cut through, that crooked finger hand briefly wafting over the omega’s mouth as though it wanted to keep him quiet (the tug on his friends’ binds, no doubt, was intended to do the same to them). “Uu-sha nann et rook et-an whoo show nen rap, tru-pah? Zretkhan Branko jet krat mek ken oo-tta shrop nay ke-ro...”
“Tch, grep kanst ettennette Branko sho-pah” the man (now roughly tugging a cringing pair of Holts’ further into the room) grunted, his words causing the other alphas to chuckle and sneer, their heads nodding along knowingly as though some shared joke had been brought up again.
Not that Shiro could see anything funny about whatever they were chuckling over.
“Shret-nen canst rupp retch cann... seh... go... to... no tou-chck” the broad, muscular man quipped in what all three humans belatedly realised was broken English; at the words, he slackened the chains to allow both Sam and Matt to make a quick but cautious approach.
“T-thank you!” the old beta called with a strange, fist over heart bow, his eyes almost as wild as Matt’s when they stuttered to a stop before the wraith guarding their pilot; “my God, Shiro, we’ve been so worried” he added after the creature hissed something but made no move to swipe at them.
“I’ve been worried sick about you guys too... oh, oh no... Matt, your jaw...”
“Heh... it’s nothing, really” the young alpha murmured sheepishly, his right hand gently tapping at the bruise; “just a little communication error... I think” he tried to soothe, his body stiffening when the masked being hissed at him again and shooed him a little further back.
“Whoa... whoa, I get it, keep away from the ke-ro, I know...”
“What?” Shiro blinked, his gaze switching from the younger Holt to the older; “they keep calling me that... are you, have you been able to talk with them?”
“Not properly, no” Sam sighed, his cracked glasses shimmering under the glaring lights which flooded the chamber; “however, I believe that we’ve made a little progress... they’ve been showing us images of planets from our galaxy in order to chart where we’ve come from... you must be careful, there, Shiro... From what we can ascertain they are incredibly interested in our species because of omegas, what they call ke-ro” he reasoned. “As I’m sure you’ve guessed, they’re a warrior people with technology that’s centuries ahead of our own... if they managed to successfully find our world I fear that there would be an invasion... an invasion that we’d stand no chance against...”
“Ruck tennent canst ruupp set yen ow” the alpha who’d brought his crew to the chamber called out; “bach-k” he ordered with a tug which had the pair yelping and Shiro trying to stand once more.
“No! Wait! Please... please don’t hurt them!”
“We’ll be alright! Just take care of yourself!” Matt called, his body (clad in that same black jumpsuit and dull tunic he’d seen what he thought to be a servant wearing earlier) stumbling back towards the keenly watching alpha.
“Kret ren sutt en rhet pah, ke-ro?”
Blinking back up to his nanny, the distressed pilot ceased his struggles when he saw that strange, black-lightning energy crackle across the other’s free hand; “what? What do you want?”
“Suuta, Zretkhan Sendak” it said, that clawed appendage pointing at the alpha who seemed to stand a little straighter; “a-cce-pp-tt to make... to make... rel-aation?”
Sucking in a breath, his frightened gaze zipping from the Holts’ to the fur coated alien, Shiro found himself nodding (for goodness only knew what would happen to his team if he said no), the motion causing the six alphas to either grunt, sigh or shake their own heads despairingly.
The male, Zretkhan Sendak, simply smirked, bowed at him and made to leave with the human scientists, their eyes wide and parting words scrambled even as they were dragged out of the room.
Chapter 19: Lost in Translation (Part 4)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Warnings = ANGST!
After the tall, fur ruffed Galra departed with his friends, the other alphas had stood, bowed and also made their way to the exit; what followed, much to his continued surprise, was his nannies gliding in with various platters of multi-coloured foods and a few different bottles of drink.
Watching pensively (his mind still reeling, his heart bleeding for Sam and Matt), Shiro waited (his empty stomach growling when his nose recognised scents that not only screamed edible but delicious) until all four of them started to gesture at the plates and bowls, their crooked fingers waving over spoon-like utensils.
Nodding his understanding (and just how far did their understanding go? They’d used broken English, hadn’t they? Oh God... and to think that they were looking for Earth? That they’d want to invade?), the omega took a deep, steadying breath and began his meal.
Everything (from hot to cold, spicy to cooling, sweet to savoury) was so good; although, his mind supplied numbly, not a patch on the fish-stew is baa-chan and made for him or the curry Adam made for their movie nights...
If only he’d stayed at home... if only he’d accepted the alpha’s offer to bond...
But no; he was only twenty-three and just not ready to start his own family (no matter how close he was with Keith and some of the younger cadets) because he’d wanted excitement, he’d wanted adventure...
Well, wish fucking granted...
“Ghret nen canst shhuttaa, ke-ro?”
Sniffling (shit, was he crying? Damn-it, the last thing he should be showing these people was weakness), Shiro reluctantly took the huge napkin being offered and quickly swiped his face with it; “thanks” he murmured thickly, the resolve he’d learned at the Garrison warring with his fatigue, worry and anxiety.
“R-rest? Umm, tchu rep-nah?”
Blinking, the doors to the elevator chiming open, the human quickly stood and hurried his way to the empty space, to the brief paradise of being alone in a contraption that was, at least, relatively familiar and away from these creatures and their culture and their staring, luminescent eyes or white, emotionless masks.
The feeling of safety and seclusion, however, was short lived for, within seconds, he was back in the windowless room with its huge, cushion bed, drapes and what he hoped to be a bathroom.
It would really be a shame to be sick after eating such a great meal but his growing nausea and restlessness was making that option all the more likely...
“Come on... come on... keep it together... think” he berated himself, his eyes shifting around the chamber restlessly as he tried the only other door to find, as he’d thought, it locked. “There’s got to be something you can do... this isn’t a fairy-tale... you are not a princess” he added, a snide little voice which sounded distinctly like Iverson’s snorting and grunting about the jewellery he was currently flaunting.
“Okay... let’s go over the facts” he murmured whilst pacing by the walls, his eyes scanning critically for cameras, secret compartments and any panels he could prize open to examine the circuitry which must encase the mammoth craft he’d been trapped on. “Sam and Matt are alive but they’re being treated very differently to me... the aliens are trying to familiarise themselves with our language and are probably doing that through them... and they can be violent, too” he sighed, his legs returning him to the bed where he slumped. “The white-masks also seem to have some kind of weird, kinetic ability... and all of the alphas are huge... damn-it... I can’t get into the walls and there’s nothing in this place except that damned bed” he finished with a sigh.
So... no tools, no access points and no way of communicating with his crew or the Earth.
Grunting his frustration, the omega found his fingers absentmindedly playing with the bejewelled arm-guards; what to do, what to do...
“Umm... please excuse, ma-ster, but... your attention?”
Somehow withholding his yelp of surprise (Jesus, Iverson would skin-him alive for allowing his mind to wander under such conditions), the twenty three year old sat-up with a jerk and saw that the elevator doors were open. Standing there (looking like a humanoid deer in the headlights) was a short, pale-green boy with large, auburn eyes, a trembling gait, the same black and purple ensemble his friends had worn and a nanny floating behind him.
“Did... did you just speak English?” he breathed with a blink, a tremor of fear tinged relief spiking through him when the short (no taller than an eleven year old) being was ushered into his chamber, a hiss from the white-mask causing him to whimper and kneel.
“H-hey... don’t hurt him, he’s just a kid!” he found himself saying, his body standing and moving before he realised what was happening, his brain seeing Keith (or any number of the young cadets he was responsible for) in the alien’s place; “please... put that power you have away” he furthered when he reached them, his hands waving over the boy who was hiccupping in distress.
“Shret ran-ekk tan kah, sup jjitt ren-pah, ke-ro” the tall, imposing creature rumbled, its mask tilting whilst it scooted back a little; “Jantte, crux-eck fo sham.”
“Sro-quiem, Druidz-hech” the child called through a sniff, his head bowing further; “ma-ster, the Lord Druid has give me ta you... for help” he added, his little form shrinking into himself: “name my is, Jantte, am I Olkarin... I am yours to use as need you... apology much that my skills are better not, this improvement, I am hardest worker.”
Sucking in a breath, his head bowing at the Druid (which tittered in a way which sounded pleased), Shiro watched whilst it hovered back inside the elevator which closed to presumably whisk it away; “hey... hey it’s alright, here, let me...”
“Ahh! No! Please! No touch... I’m unclean, not worthy!” the child yipped whilst skittering away and cowering all the while; “oohhh... I should not look upon Lord ke-ro, forgiveness!”
Sighing, his hands rising in a placating gesture, Shiro took a careful step back: “it’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you... and if I can, I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you either” he promised quietly whilst slowly, calmly moving to kneel. “My name is Shiro, not ke-ro, okay?”
“Jantte simple slave, to use your designation, I can’t not” the smaller of the pair whimpered; “my assigned task is... I can must offer help in understood for you” he breathed, his head almost touching the floor. “your words are hard, forgiveness! Jantte prove best but not good enough... for family, for family I... oohhh! No! I should not say!”
“Whoa... whoa there, shh, it’s okay” the human tried again, his hand hesitantly reaching out only to snap back when the boy cried out in terror before flattening against the ground; “whoa... hey, you have forgiveness, I promise, alright?”
Sniffling, the alien nodded, those huge eyes staring resolutely towards the omega’s knees. “Lord ke-ro is most gracious and beautiful, Jantte could not not be more great-fully” he said in earnest; “Lord Druids says you many questions and worry much... what can we tell you?”
Blinking, his shoulders slumping a little in relief, Shiro sighed softly. “I can’t ask you everything” he stated quietly, his gaze flicking to the elevator doors; “I know that we’re being watched and that you have to be careful... I need to be the same for the sake of my home-planet...”
“B-but, the Ea-rth already belongs to Galra-masters” Jantte interrupted; “all Lord ke-ros are being re-homed with top Commanders as you, Lord ke-ro, are... you have se-van champions competing for your mate with Comm-ander Lord Sendak holding prime position with giftings and mastery of this glaxia” he added whilst the human continued to blanch. “You are first, you are greatest honour... hu-manns are very compat with Galra-masters... high Lord Zarkon is most pleased... Ea-rth is to make for best nursery planet” he added, his eyes shrinking in shock when he dared a glance at his new owner. “T-this... you did not know?”
“N-no... I... I didn’t think that...” he breathed, his voice hitching; “I saw my crew earlier, they didn’t think that...”
“But Ea-rth is only planet in your infant system with live” the younger said; “Lord ke-ro are much desired... finding Ea-rth took little times” he admitted lightly, his voice resigned as though the Galra-masters getting their way was inevitable.
“All become Empire... Lord ke-ro mate should have you many children, strong and brave, to make Empire more stronger... that is why high Lord Zarkon so pleasurable, why Ea-rth people will be given most best consideration” he added with a little nod; “cooperation is best way...”
Chapter 20: Meant to Be (Part 1)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Pairing: Alpha Galra!Keith/Omega Human!Shiro
Summary: Set Post-Season 6. After living through a virtual two-year time-skip and becoming eighteen, Keith’s biological clock was ticking ever closer to his first rut; learning that the man he’d known and loved, the omega who’d virtually raised him, was dead and then resurrected after a near fatal battle? Well, that just settled things in the newly adult Galran’s mind; he could not risk losing Shiro again and he would not allow the man to go one more day of solitude after being trapped for so long within the Astral Plane.
If they ended up mated with Shiro’s abdomen extended by his cubs, well, all the better.
The older omega was his, after all...
Warnings include: dub-con, heat-sex, multiple-positions, power-play, scenting, biting, mating, rutting, knotting, inter-species relations, mpreg, possessive!Keith, dominant!Keith, bonding and embarrassed, adorably vulnerable Shiro!
Shouldering Shiro’s (at the moment; he knew after extensive talks with his mother that it wouldn’t last) taller form and walking him to the Black Lion was, he’d admit, so much easier thanks to the older Galran persuading the rest of the team that the pair of them needed some time to themselves.
He only wished that the older woman, his long lost parent, hadn’t shot him such an obvious smirk after the rest of the Paladins, Romelle and Coran had started to divide the provisions between the other four Lions.
At least his beautiful, loyal, dimension-hopping wolf had shown a little more decorum when he’d pounced Hunk and nuzzled him to the ground; the big-hearted lug had taken to Keith’s new ally so well that housing him in the Yellow Lion was something he’d virtually cheered about. Then, with Pidge and Krolia riding in Green, Allura and Romella getting to know each other and discussing their people’s fate in Blue, that left a distinctly nonplussed Lance stuck with a merrily chirping Coran.
It would take three days to reach Earth...
“K-Keith, are you sure you’re... okay with taking care of me? I mean, you and your mom...”
“Don’t worry about that” the eighteen year old breathed gently, his smile brightening when Black leaned down to allow them entrance; “we spent just over two years together in a warped field of space which bent and distorted time” he added, a light chuckle leaving his lips when the omega (his omega) blinked at him in disbelief.
“M-my God, are you both alright? Was Coran able to...”
“I’m fine, we’re fine, I promise” the alpha interrupted kindly, his indigo eyes softening when older male tried to dampen his relieved smile.
"Heh, sorry... I can’t help playing mother-hen... I’m just so glad that everyone is okay and... and that the imposter can’t hurt anyone, not anymore” he murmured, his voice rasping with exhaustion as they made their way to the cock-pit.
Purring deeply at their arrival, Black wordlessly closed her mouth and waited whilst Keith made the one-armed male comfortable within the nest of blankets his mother had deposited next to his command-chair before, with a roar that resounded around her sisters, the Pride’s leader took off as the alpha gently prompted her to.
“You okay down there?”
“Umm” the omega murmured sleepily; he’d slept whilst the others had made food, dozed whilst eating and still his eyes remained heavy. However, a little part of himself whispered that getting rest and just taking stock was for the best just now; he was no longer a Paladin and, although Allura had promised him that the only thing that remained of the soulless body he’d inherited was a smattering of memories, he had to make certain.
Not that he didn’t trust the Princess (whose abilities had broadened well beyond his wildest dreams) but, since Haggar had both created and manipulated this body (completely altered by the insertion of his spirit and additional, mystic energy courtesy of Black), he found himself constantly on edge.
Being resurrected, he supposed, would do that to a person...
“Hey, just move forward a bit, okay?”
Huffing slightly, his leaden lids still closed, Shiro complied with little, sluggish movements, his brows quirking when Keith’s (now three inches taller, now a little broader) body slipped into the weird, strangely nest-like bundle of fabrics he’d been placed in.
Tch, what was he thinking? It wasn’t a nest because nests were made by a courting alpha and his family for the omega or femme they were going to mate with.
What a stupid thing to think; he was clearly more out of it then he...
Stiffening, his eyes snapping open, Shiro felt a deep, surprised blush bloom across his scar when the younger (sixteen for goodness sake! Alphas couldn’t become sexually active until they were over eighteen... oh, quiznak) wrapped his arms around the omega’s waist to gently pull him onto his lap.
Tightening his grip when the tired man attempted to pull away, the Galran leaned forward, his lips ghosting against the omega’s right ear before securing the soft-lobe between his sharpened teeth; when the older tried to move once more, a swift nip instead had him pause and shudder.
“W-wait... just wait a minute... Keith, you’re... we are...”
“Not related by blood...” the (still slightly shorter) Black Paladin breathed, his arms helping to trap his prey, back to front and secure him more firmly against his (sadly still clothed) crotch; “when I called you my brother... I meant it, I did, but I want... no, I need more than that from you...”
“No buts” he close to growled, his fingers refusing to budge even as Shiro’s clumsy hands attempted to shove them away; “you know it to... and after everything Allura has been able to do to save you, to bring you back, I can’t risk losing you again...”
“Y-you won’t, I promise, I...”
“No, you’re not talking your way out of this Takashi” he murmured, each puff of air deliberately caressing the flesh he’d sampled; “when your soul entered this body, I guess you must have been too stunned to realise that whatever the Princess did cleaned it out completely, cleaned it out of everything...”
“My suppressants...” the omega breathed, his amber irises constricting in shock; “shit... shit, I need to speak to... to Coran...”
“You can speak to him later” the alpha chuffed, the scent exuding from the other making him light-headed and jealous; “right now, just relax and get some rest...”
“You’re scent-marking me... Jesus, Keith, stop it...” Shiro tried to hiss, his limbs struggling against not only the blanket’s he’d initially snuggled under but the steel-grip of the alpha’s arms and his own, burgeoning instincts.
“Shh, shh... come on, it’s alright, keep breathing deeply, that’s it” he purred, his lips returning to taunt the ear he’d nibbled earlier; “I love you and, if you don’t want me to rut you, to mate you right now then I swear to you, on my life, that I won’t” he whispered. “But you’re going into heat and you’re too weak, too exhausted to fight this on your own... so I’ll help you through it, help you and nothing else unless you ask, unless you feel about me the way I feel about you...”
“And you will feel that way about me one day, I know it... I have known it since the day you first saved me at the Garrison” he furthered, his whole body preening when the omega slowly but surely began to lean into him, his breath coming out in rapid, delicious sounding pants.
“We were meant to be together...”
Chapter 21: To the Victor... (Part 1)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
SEANSON 7 SPOILERS!!
This is a re-imagining of episode 12’s ending SO if you haven’t watched this season (which has given me SO MANY ISSUES AND FEELS TO DEAL WITH!!) then don’t read any further unless you want SPOILERS!
With this being said:
*Waahhhh~!! Adam’s dead... Dreaworks giveth LBGTQ+ potential and Dreamworks taketh away : (
*Keith kills(?) Sendak...
This means that Dreamworks has eliminated two of my all time favourite pairings (well... Shendak was a possibility, I’d argue) from the canon...
Therefore, I wrote this in smutty retaliation!
Summary: When Shiro’s brain becomes a conduit for Sam and the Atlas’ controls, the psychic pressure is too much for the unmated omega to bear and so, the final command sent to destroy the Galran ship’s power-source, the human faints within the crystal’s chamber.
Moments later, an infuriated Sendak investigates the situation and, unlike the actual episode, finds his enemy vulnerable and unconscious (because, seriously, the fight they have on the outside of a free-falling ship? I know it’s a cartoon but... physics? Physics much?!).
With his fleet deteriorating and his hopes of decimating Voltron slipping through his fingers, the former Commander decides that there’s more than one way to strike a devastating blow to the Paladins and so, the other’s Altean arm crushed under foot, the Galra chooses to claim a very different kind of victory...
Warnings include: DARK-FIC!! Rape/dub-con/heat-sex! References to past rape/dub-con/taunting! Graphic sex-scenes, knotting, biting, bondage, mating rituals, psychic-bonds/soul-bonds/mating-bonds, self-lubrication, mpreg, ANGST, captive!Shiro, smug!Sendak, collars, manipulation, gloating/bragging, helpless Paladin team!
“Tch, why am I not surprised?” he heard himself growl, his prosthetic snapping out to snag the unconscious human, Zarkon’s former Champion, away from the shard scattered ground, the bioluminescence of his ocular implant flashing crimson as it scanned the shallowly breathing creature lying so innocently within the cage of his metal-fingers.
Still such an appealing, deliciously scented little thing; it was almost a shame, a waste to kill him even as he stomped upon the smooth, clearly Altean arm which attempted to follow the body he’d scooped up, a grin of unveiled satisfaction momentarily splitting his face when it fizzed, sparked and hissed under foot.
Then, as though to sully his good mood, another explosion rocketed through the descending vessel, its reverberations mimicking the snarl rippling from his chest; oh, but he wanted to kill him, to throw his shredded remains at the feet of those damned children and watch as they screamed, their precious leader lost to them forever...
“S-sendak? N-no... l-let go... let-t go of me-e!...”
So sweet in his shock, his fear; hmm, perhaps there was a different route he could take?
Tightening his grip upon the fragile creature, a flicker of quintessence electing a whimpered cry, the former Commander watched, a flare of primal want coiling in his belly when that weakened body writhed and tried to free itself, the younger male’s starlit hair glinting against the ultra-violet of his own power.
If memory served, he writhed all the prettier upon a futon, his legs spread obscenely wide as he was made to take the fattened girth of a true Galran alpha.
A slow, cruel smile ate up his lips; “let you go?” he asked, his tone mild even as alarms began to sound and the ship started to list in earnest. “No Shiro, never again” he chuckled, his legs striding to the exit whilst chaos continued to reign all around them; getting to a battle cruiser would be easier and more efficient than an escape-pod at this time and so, at a jog, he started to make his way.
The crew, as everything else, was expendable at this late stage; he could hear his new Lieutenant valiantly, desperately shouting orders over the comms for all the good it would do.
However, he needed to remind himself that this was not a defeat but a new, different kind of victory, a victory which would see those brats suffer for years as opposed to weeks, a victory which would see him in an enviable position of not only securing a mate and offspring but an invulnerability that he could exploit in all manner of ways.
For the Paladin’s would not, could not act against him with their precious omega’s life-force tied up with his own; there would be exceptions, of course, as a soul-bond formed could not be rescinded and so the possibility of saving Shiro was, from their perspective, nonexistent.
But they wouldn’t be so quick to believe a way to break the bond couldn’t be found; again, this would be a mistake he’d use to his ultimate advantage...
“Aahhh! S-stop it! F-fight me... like a... man!”
And speaking of using...
Chuckling cruelly, his flesh hand slamming into the control panel so as to access to a small hangar of operational flyers, Sendak offered the omega he’d ensnared what he knew to be a deep, lascivious smirk; “ah, but why should I fight you like a man when I can fuck you like one, hmm? You Earth-people have a saying, don’t you? To the victor go the spoils?” he asked whilst Shiro’s eyes narrowed in horror.
“B-but you’ve lost!” the younger managed to accuse hotly, his teeth gritting when he was zapped by a stronger pulse of energy for his trouble; “isn’t it supposed to be... victory or death? S-stop lying to... yourself!” he tried to wheeze, his eyes flashing with determination: “it’s... all over... for you!”
“Ha! Capturing such an important member of your little, ill-fated resistance tells quite another story now, doesn’t it?” the fur ruffed alpha barked, his laughter cold and unkind. “What’s more, you are going to help ensure my overall success... at least where re-establishing my Empire is concerned” he added whilst effortlessly (even with Shiro in tow) he jumped into the battle-ship’s cockpit.
“I’ll... never help... you!”
“Ahh, you are so quick to forget your situation, omega” he taunted, his prosthetic bringing the wriggling male all the closer. “I am an alpha, youralpha, just as I was when you begged for help, for salvation from the gladiator pits all those decafeebs ago” he reminded, his fangs flashing when the other’s features blanched in terror, his head slowly shaking in denial. “Oh? Yet another set of memories that have been lost to you? A pity” he sighed, a blinding flash of quintessence wrenching an agonised scream from his would-be mate, those caramel eyes rolling back in a faint.
“However, I’ll be more than happy to remind you of your true and proper place...”
Chapter 22: To the Victor... (Part 2)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
“What do you mean?!” Keith all but roared, his eyes checking and rechecking the holoscreens flashing before him; “he can’t have been on Sendak’s ship, our sensors would have...”
“We lost contact with him” Sam cut through, his own fingers feverishly swiping across the technology he’d designed and not; “he had to get near the crystal so that we could access it, it was the only way...”
“But where is he now?!” Lance called, his Lion circling the smoking behemoth that was the Galran’s flagship; “Blue is only picking up a handful of Galra bio-signatures and they’re being rounded up by Garrison staff” he added, his eyes straining alongside the rest of the Pride’s.
“We don’t know” Veronica murmured, her tone thick with worry whilst Coran and Iverson continued to flick through the Atals’ vast array of scanners. “Wait... could he have launched himself from an escape-pod or a battle-cruiser? My cameras are replaying the last fifteen minutes of footage as the flagship fell... hmm, they’re showing a couple dozen flyers exiting the craft” she stated. “I’m going to cross-check how many were confirmed hits... Coran, did any of them successfully land planet-side?”
“Mmm... scanning... no, no none landed that we can see... most of our pilots shot them down... ten or so of the fiends managed to escape and breach the atmosphere, though...” the oldest Altean confirmed, his moustache frizzing in consternation. “Quiznak... I... Oh? Wait... there’s... we’re being sent a message from an unknown frequency... I’m patching it through... now” he called, a few swipes of his fingers opening the message for both groups to see.
Within tics, he was going to wish he hadn’t...
“Greetings Paladins” the smirking countenance of Sendak bid, his side profile visible amidst a star-spackled background; so the bastard had managed to escape!
Gritting his teeth, his hands pulling on Black’s controls, Keith felt a snarl tripping up his throat, his mouth opening until the true Galran’s words cut him off: “by now I’m sure that you’re celebrating this paltry victory you’ve secured amidst the greater war that is re-forging the Galra Empire” he sneered. “However, if you’d permit me one small parting gift before I regroup my subsidiary forces? Yes, a little nightmare to repay you for all of your meddling and the damage that you’ve caused both my honour and my ambitions?” he added before the camera angle suddenly tilted downwards to reveal...
“N-no! No way...” Pidge gasped, her eyes shrinking in horror whilst her father, his tone thick with guilt and regret, fell to his knees with a “oh God... no... this is all my fault...”
For there, his body lax and unconscious, was the lightly curled body of Shiro, his head perched upon the Commander’s shoulder, clearly lacking the enviro-suit he’d worn; Sendak had stripped him to his underwear, the claws of his flesh hand tapping a light tune against the metal cuff that once connected to the missing prosthetic.
“You bastard! You...”
“Kagone! I know it’s hard but you’ve got to calm down and listen” Iverson snapped, his tone broking no argument as he glared heatedly at the screen; “this is a pre-recorded message... see if you can’t recognise anything in the background, anything that can help us pinpoint where they’re heading...”
“Now that you’ve seen the advantage I’ve claimed, I expect to be undisturbed during my travels... I’m sure you need no help from me to imagine just what I could do to your precious omega-leader should you attempt to stop my departure from this system” he chuckled cruelly. “That goes for any of the rebel allies I can detect on my long-range scanners... Not that, I suppose, any of you will have the time to cause me trouble when you have another surprise on the way” he added, his smirk stretching roguishly.
“Should you survive this next encounter, do tell Haggar’s pet that I said hello...”
Gasping in unison, the Commander’s words acting as a harbinger, the Lions roared whilst the Atlas alarms began to sound, its screens lighting up to show a tall, mechanised structure punching its way through the atmosphere, a staff gleaming in its hands as it sped towards the Paladins.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!”
“Guys! The power-readings Green is picking up are clocking off the charts!”
“Brace yourselves guys! It’s coming in hot!”
And so the battle continued...