The story starts out pretty tame, but do not be fooled. It will literally get kinkier and dirtier with every single chapter until eventually we reach WHAT THE FUCK territory.
Now, who's ready for some Galra on Human action? Well, not much action in this chapter, but, you know. Anyways, onwards!
"Lance! Lance! Lance if you can hear me, say something!"
"Uh...wha?!" Lance's eyes opened up groggily, revealing a room of dark violet and red walls all around him. He sat still for a while before shaking his head to clear it. He was chained with his back against a wall, and his temple was pounding like he'd just been hit by a train. "What...where am I?" He muttered, looking back and forth around the room. A voice suddenly cut through the silence from the other side of the wall.
"Lance!" Lance yelped in surprise.
"Ah! The wall is talking!" He tried moving away from the wall, but the chains made that impossible.
"No, Lance, it's me! Shiro!" Lance blinked a bit before gasping and pressing his face to the wall.
"Shiro? What's going on? I can't remember a thing!" Lance gently banged his head on the wall in frustration, quickly regretting it as the pain in his head suddenly spiked.
"We were captured. Prince Lotor got you and I tried rescuing you. The others are safe though, so don't worry." Lance felt his heart start beating faster as he was informed of the situation they were in. He gulped. They were prisoners of the Galra now.
"So...what's our plan?" He asked, hopeful that Shiro had come up with something. He heard Shiro sigh.
"There's not much we can do right now. Our job is to keep quiet. We can't allow sensitive information to fall into the hands of Prince Lotor." Lance slowly nodded, then quickly remembered that Shiro couldn't see him.
"Alright. I'm a bit surprised, though. I didn't expect Galra prisons to be so poorly made that we could talk to each other through the wall!" He chuckled a bit, but noticed Shiro didn't seem to share his optimism. After a short pause, the Black Paladin spoke.
"No...they probably want us to be able to talk for some reason. I don't know what Lotor's up to." Lance brought his knees into his chest, hugging them as he leaned back against the wall.
"So, you've been in this situation before. What do you think they're gonna do with us?" Lance rocked back and forth a bit, ignoring the slight ache in his limbs and ribcage. He pressed his ear to the wall when there was no response. "Shiro? Hello?"
"Oh, sorry Lance. I was just thinking. Look, there's...no use in thinking about what's going to happen right now." Lance turned to look at the wall, trying to see through it to Shiro. Obviously that was impossible, but attempting it made him feel a bit better.
"You okay Shiro? That, uh, really didn't sound like advice you'd give." There was a small pause before Shiro answered.
"Sorry, my head's just a little dizzy right now." Lance looked at the wall, concerned.
"Right...well, at least we have each o-" He was cut off as the door on the other side of the cell opened, revealing none other than Prince Lotor himself. Lance narrowed his eyes as Lotor walked towards him, a grin on his face.
"Why, hello, Paladin of Blue." Lance kept the scowl on his face as his eyes drove daggers into Lotor's face.
"What do you want with us, Lotor?!" Lotor rose an eyebrow at him.
"'Us'? Oh, I see," He paused to chuckle a bit, making Lance stare at him like he had a screw loose. "You seem to be confused, Blue Paladin you see, I don't really want anything from you." Lance was taken aback by that. What? If they didn't want anything from him then...
"Then why aren't I dead?" Lance voiced his thoughts, his eyes narrowing again in distrust. "You're lying. What do you want?" Lotor tilted his head a bit with a smirk.
"I'm being serious. I really don't need anything from you. You're not as useful as the other Paladins, in fact you're not really useful at all, surely you already know that much." Lance faltered at that, but only for a moment. Unfortunately for him, Lotor had noticed it. Fortunately for him, Lotor didn't bring it up. He instead paced back and forth, continuing to speak.
"You served your main purpose already; we were able to capture the Black Paladin thanks to capturing you first, and he's the one with the useful information. I mean really," Lotor leaned in towards Lance, who backed away against the wall as best he could. "It isn't like the Paladins would trust any sensitive information with you." Lance's grit his teeth. He knew he couldn't let Lotor get his morale down. His heart was a mixture of emotions right now, but he settled for anger as he shouted at Lotor.
"What do you know about the Paladins? What do you know about me?! Nothing!" Lotor eyed Lance, looking rather unimpressed as he twirled a piece of his long hair in his fingers.
"I don't see why you're making such a big fuss. It's almost like you want me to say I'm going to torture information out of you. I suppose you just can't handle the truth; that you're so insignificant even the enemy has no use for you." Lance bit his lower lip to stop it from quivering in rage. The chains grated together as Lance unsuccessfully struggled against them to stand. He couldn't listen to Lotor, even if the Galra prince was voicing thoughts that drifted in Lance's head constantly, always making him question himself and question whether or not he was really a part of the team.
He realized he'd gone silent for a bit too long as Lotor just stood there looking down at him with interest. Lance tugged at his chains harder.
"What are you doing in my cell, then? Surely you didn't come in here just because you were oh so interested to chat with me." Lotor inspected him some more before answering.
"Not true, actually. I was very interested in chatting with you." Lance stopped struggling all at once, confused by that answer.
"You-wha?!" Lance shouted as Lotor was suddenly directly in front of him, bending down and holding Lance's chin in his hand. Lance tried to move his head out of Lotor's grip, but was unable to, and even when he moved his hands to try to push against Lotor's chest, the Galra Prince didn't budge. He stared into Lance's eyes, the inhuman purple of his pupils making Lance uncomfortable. Then, suddenly, his face met Lance's and their lips connected. Lance's eyes widened in surprise and disgust.
"Mmm!" He shook his head in protest, trying to move his mouth away. Lotor pulled off of him, backing up a bit as Lance just looked at him in disbelief.
"What the fuck was that?!" He roared. Lotor licked his lips before smirking at Lance.
"Good news for you, Paladin of Blue. You get to live." Lance spat at Lotor, who dodged his saliva attack.
"Oh, that's just thrilling news, Lotor. I thought you said you had no use for me."
"I did. That's why I came to inspect you, to see if you had a use. And I've decided you do. I rather like your spunky, bullheaded attitude. Your eyes are also incredibly pretty. It makes me want to suck the color right out of them." Lance felt deeply disturbed as Lotor came closer once again. He pulled out a rather large syringe from a back pocket. It was filled with a liquid that was such a deep and dark shade of purple it made Lance's skin crawl.
"Wh-what is that?" He didn't mean to stutter, but it just ended up coming out that way as he backed up against the wall as much as he could. Lotor didn't respond as he continued advancing towards Lance. "Stop. Don't come closer." Lance's heart was beating hard against his chest, his eyes never leaving the thick purple liquid. He could just tell that whatever was in that syringe was dangerous. He tried to swipe it away as Lotor got closer, but his arm was easily caught by him. Lotor brought the needle to Lance's neck, but he managed to fight back, pulling away and kicking at Lotor.
"Get away from me! Don't put that in me!" Lance shouted. He looked back at the wall, as if Shiro could help him. Lotor pinned Lance's arms above his head, the chains rattling as his body was held in place. Lance screwed his eyes shut before putting on a brave face. "Fine. Do whatever you want." Lotor's face stayed confident and unwavering as the needle pricked Lance's neck before it went into his skin.
"I plan to." Lotor's voice sent shivers of disgust through Lance. Lotor pressed against the syringe, and Lance looked sideways as the thick purple liquid in the syringe emptied into his bloodstream. His heart beat even faster and he felt himself beginning to panic just at the thought of what Lotor might've put into him. He needed to calm down. He had to stay composed.
He took a deep breath and shut his eyes, thinking of Allura and Coran and the rest of the Paladins, and his family back home on Earth. He felt tears threatening to fall from his eyes as the syringe emptied all of its contents into his body. Lotor pulled the needle away and released his hold on Lance, backing away before Lance could try to attack him or something.
"S-so? What'd you do to me?" Lance demanded, rubbing his face into his curled up knees. Lotor grinned.
"You'll find out soon enough." Lotor turned to leave, but before he was all the way out the door, Lance yelled again.
"You never told me why you were keeping me alive! What did you mean when you said you decided I had a use?!" Lotor paused, as if contemplating his next words. He turned his head just slightly, so that Lance could catch a glimpse of his toothy grin.
"You'll find that out soon, too." And then Lotor was gone. Lance curled himself up against the wall, trying to listen for Shiro. Nothing. He sighed, resting his head on his knees. Shiro had said there wasn't much for them to do, so maybe he'd just sit still.
He shut his eyes, intending to try and rest, when suddenly his body began twitching. Lance's eyes opened wide, and he gasped as he felt his temperature rising from every inch of his body from his ears to his toes.
"Wh-what?" He muttered. His skin felt prickly and his insides were only getting hotter. His twitching turned into shivering. He brought his hand in front of his face, watching as it shook back and forth nonstop. He began to rock his entire body back and forth, eyes squeezing shut tightly at the uncomfortable feeling. He panted into his lap, sweat trickling down his back and soaking his shirt. What was happening to him?
"What do you want with us, Lotor?" Shiro's eyes widened as he heard Lance on the other side of the wall.
"Lance? Lance what's going on? Is Lotor there?" Shiro pressed his ear to the wall, awaiting an answer. None ever came. He grit his teeth, ramming his shoulder against the wall, trying to figure out what was going on. Suddenly, the door to his cell opened, and he got in the best defensive stance the chains would allow him to get in. His eyes widened in disbelief at who he saw enter his cell.
"Sendak...?" He breathed out. Sendak shut the door behind him, grinning.
"Hello, Champion." Shiro's eyes narrowed. He hadn't been called by that name since season one. He attempted to back up more as Sendak approached.
"Don't come closer!" He warned, raising his Galra arm. Sendak chuckled.
"You're going to threaten me with that puny thing?" He rose his own Galra tech arm challengingly. Shiro looked back at the wall behind him, still trying to listen to what was happening with Lance. Sendak seemed to notice this as he put his arm down.
"That won't work. Prince Lotor has cut off the sound for right now so that we may each have our own private conversations with our respective prisoners." Shiro clenched his teeth, thinking this through. Lotor had claimed Lance as his own personal prisoner? That was bad news and a half. And then there was his situation.
"What are you even doing here?" Shiro asked as his eyes shifted back to Sendak. He was still in a defensive combat position, or at least, as close to one as the chains would allow. Sendak tapped his chin.
"What am I doing here? I believe I'm supposed to be a prisoner on a ship...ah, but wait! You liked me so much that you let me go! Now you're the prisoner. My prisoner." Shiro kept calm, exhaling through his nostrils. He wouldn't let Sendak's comment about his mistake of releasing him throw him off. Patience yields focus.
"So in other words, the Galra took pity on you after they found you." Contrast to Shiro's calm exhaling, Sendak's nostrils flared at Shiro's comment. He gave a roar as his massive Galra hand went forward, slamming against Shiro's body and pinning his entire chest to the wall, knocking the wind out of him. Shiro had one eye screwed shut as Sendak applied more pressure to his hold.
"Yes, yes, I was welcomed back...as a failure and a laughing stock!" While his prosthetic arm pinned Shiro's body, his other hand cupped Shiro's chin roughly, squeezing his cheeks as Sendak brought their faces close together. Shiro wasn't intimidated as he spoke.
"I'm not surprised. You're probably not even a commander anymore." Sendak growled in fury at Shiro's comment, his prosthetic arm squeezing more as Shiro's shoulders made a cracking sound.
"OF COURSE I'M NOT! I'm the former commander who's seen as having been pitied by both my enemy and my own empire!" Shiro began coughing at how roughly Sendak was crushing his body in his grip. Despite the pain, he remained taunting, knowing that he couldn't give up the mental advantage he had over Sendak.
"I'm surprised you weren't banished or executed on the spot...even I'll admit that the Galra must be nicer than I thought if they were willing to pardon your failure." Sendak's eyes narrowed, but he softened his grip on Shiro's body.
"Indeed, Prince Lotor's judgement is commendable. He alone recognized that I was more dangerous than ever because of my failure." Sendak brought their faces closer together until his hot breath was against Shiro's face. "Because I wouldn't rest...until I got my hands on you." Shiro didn't waver as he stared Sendak back in the eye.
"So, the classic revenge story, huh. Well, here I am. What're you going to do to me?" Sendak grinned.
"I thought you'd never ask." His grip tightened around Shiro's body again, making him grit his teeth at the sudden pressure. "I'm going to break you. Wait, you're already a broken soldier." Sendak was showing far too much teeth in his grin. "I guess I'll just have to break you even more." Shiro's eyes narrowed, but he could see the flashbacks of his previous time in a Galra prison as if it was happening right in front of him. And now he was in this situation again.
Patience yields focus. Shiro took deep breaths, or at least, he did the best he could to take deep breaths with Sendak's arm squeezing the air out of him. The last time he and Sendak had conversed, Sendak had managed to abuse Shiro's PTSD, and that had cost his team big time. He wouldn't let himself make the same mistake.
After successfully calming himself down, he looked Sendak in the eye again.
"Do whatever you want with me." Sendak reached into a pocket somewhere, his hand returning with a syringe filled to the brim with dark purple liquid. Shiro's eyes narrowed. "Going to torture me, are you? Do your worst." Sendak licked his lips.
"Torture? Yes, of course, but not in the way you're thinking. After much studying and observation, Prince Lotor has come up with a new method; one specifically aimed at breaking humans." Shiro narrowed his eyes as Sendak brought the needle to his neck, inserting it in. He kept his teeth clenched shut. It didn't matter what this liquid was; Shiro wasn't about to plead the former Galra commander to spare him.
Sendak pressed down on the syringe, inserting the liquid into Shiro slowly. The Black Paladin could feel the thick liquid invading his bloodstream before traveling throughout his body to who-knows-where. It wasn't painful in the slightest, but it was definitely uncomfortable. Shiro figured the pain would come soon, though.
Sendak pulled the needle out once he was done, tossing Shiro's body to the side. The chains obviously restricted Shiro from flying too far, keeping a tight hold on his body and squeezing his limbs in pain. He didn't make a sound as he took the pain, stumbling to get up on his knees. He watched as Sendak was already turning to leave. His eyes narrowed in suspicion. What was going on? Was that it? There was no way that was it.
Shiro waited expectantly for Sendak to turn back around to pummel him one or five more times with his Galra tech arm, but nothing happened. Sendak didn't even spare him a last glance as he left he cell, shutting the door behind him. Shiro shut his eyes, trying to focus on his senses. If that was all, if Sendak hadn't even interrogated him or hurt him much, then the liquid he injected into Shiro must've been pretty dangerous by itself. He steadied his breathing, but his concentration was quickly thrown off by a sudden voice.
"..me...please answer me..." Shiro's ears perked as he pressed his head to the wall.
"Lance!" He said, his voice urgent. Lance didn't sound too well. He could imagine Lance's surprised face reflected in his voice. Only...Lance's voice was docile.
"Shiro?" Shiro sighed in relief. Lotor was letting them speak to each other again, for whatever reason.
"Lance, are you alright? You don't sound so-" Shiro was stopped as he felt something happening to his body. His muscles began straining as sweat dripped down his forehead. He leaned back against the wall, beginning to lose his steady breathing. As he tried to get himself under control, Lance spoke back.
"I don't know...I feel weird Shiro..." He bit his bottom lip and clenched his fist, doing anything he could to try and resist his body's out-of-control trembling. His body heat was increasing by the second, and finally he lost control of his breath, his mouth opening up more to let out uneven and heated pants.
"Lance...did they inject you with some sort of liquid?" He heard Lance shifting a bit on the wall before he replied.
"Y-yeah..." Shiro swallowed back some saliva as he held his arm with his Galra one, trying to stop his shaking. He could hear Lance's hard panting from the other side of the wall, too. He looked up at the ceiling, trying to stay level headed despite the heat.
What have they done to us?
If you found things interesting so far, then follow and review! Obviously there'll be hardcore smut in the future, so we all know where this is headed. At the end of each chapter, I'm going to put a quick preview of what's coming up in the next chapter.
Next time: "It forces a Galra to enter their heat. When this substance is applied to humans, however...things get quite a bit more, well, intense." Lance gulped, backing up against the wall even more. "...'intense'?" Lotor grinned, walking forward. "Here, why don't I just...show you."
Yeah, look forward to that. Thanks for reading! Leave a review!
~Vrepit Sa~
