Lance opened the door quietly and poked his head in. The living room and kitchen were empty. He shut the door behind him as he crept inside. He feared Shiro was upset at him but he didn't know why. He seemed angry over the phone but Lance had asked permission to go the other day. So why did he sound mad? Lance hung his jacket up on the hook before heading upstairs. The only light was the room at the end of the hall. Lance tried to calm his nerves gathering his courage. Angry Shiro was not a good thing, he was really scary when he got mad. Lance tapped on the cracked open door waiting for his invitation to enter.

"Come in" A gruff reply was heard from inside. Lance pushed open the door and saw Shiro fixing his tie in the mirror. He was dressed to the nines and was obviously going out. Lance came in and shut the door before leaning against it. He wasn't sure what to say.

"Whee were you?" Shiro said not looking over from what he was doing. He was really tired of Lance's disobedience and him always disappearing.

"I-I was at the fair.. I asked if I could go a few days ago.. I should have reminded you, I'm sorry" Lance answered trying to keep his voice form. Shiro finished straightening his tie and turned over his shoulder looking him over.

"Yes you should have." He said before going over to the bed and lifting his suit jacket. He slipped it on and grabbed his wallet.

"Where you headed?" Lance asked curiously at his attire. Shiro stuffed his wallet and keys into his pockets sighing.

"That's really none of our business." He said walking towards Lance. "Get out of my way, I'm going to be late having to wait for you to come home." Lance stepped aside quickly not wanting to be in his way. His phone started ringing in his pocket causing Shiro to stop and look over.

"Who's calling you?" He demanded and Lance shrugged not knowing himself. "Well, look." Lance quickly took the phone out and saw Keith's name on the screen. Shiro held out his hand for the phone. Lance handed it over not wanting to cause more problems.

"Who's Keith?" Shiro asked ignoring the call. Lance realized how this could have looked and felt stupid for not having mentioned him before to ward off suspicion.

"He's a friend. He went to the fair with us. He's from out of town here on a business trip." Lance explained hoping to clear things up.

"Why did he call you?" Shiro started going through his messages, browser history, everything he could. Lance shifted nervously not having anything bad but feeling nervous nonetheless.

"Not sure, I wasn't able to answer it" Shiro looked up at him and Lance apologized immediately.

"You need to check your attitude. I ask a question and you answer it. No back talk. " Shiro looked down once another call came through, from Keith. Shiro ignored it again before tossing the phone on the bed.

"Why does he keep calling you?" He asked his temper rising a bit. Maybe Lance was cheating on him with this guy?

"Shiro, I don't know.. Maybe I forgot something of mine.." Lance backed up a bit at his hostility. Shiro shook his head slightly.

"You're a terrible liar. " Shiro said and once he was close enough he grabbed a large handful of Lance's shirt hauling him off the ground so their eyes were level. "Look me in the eye and saw he's not important." Lance felt his heart beating in fear, there wasn't anything that he did...Oh. He kissed Keith. He had forgotten. The look on Lance's face was enough to convince Shiro. "You fucking slut." Shiro growled and practically threw Lance to the ground.

"Wait! Shiro stop I didn't do anything1" Lance cried out his back aching after hitting the ground. Shiro was taking off his jacket before he turned towards Lance.

"After everything I have done for you, you do this. I'm disappointed in you Lance." He said working on his belt. Lance scrambled up off the floor holding his arms out.

"Shiro. Keith is a friend! That's it! You know I wouldn't cheat!" Shiro slid his belt out of the loops of his pants and folded it in half.

"Lance. The more lies that come out of your mouth the worse your whips will be. Bend over the bed Lance. I am late for my party." Lance didn't move his body trembling. He didn't know why this was happening, he hated the belt.

"Shiro please" He started butt Shiro's anger flared up and he grabbed Lance and knocked him down onto the bed. Lance begged for him to stop fresh tears forming in his eyes.

"Lance, turn around now unless you wan your face lashed." Shiro warned raising his arm the leather belt dangling. Lance wiped at his eyes and turned over onto his stomach and buried his face into the blankets. Shiro ripped his shirt up exposing his smooth, tan back. Lance's screams were muffled through the bedding as the belt made contact with his back leaving red angry welts. Lance couldn't handle anymore after 5 and he rolled off avoiding a strike. That just angered Shiro more. At this point Shiro was just lashing Lance wherever he could hit him ignoring the cries of pain as he curled into a ball to try to hide from the pain. Shiro stopped to catch his breath his anger dying down a bit. Lance was sobbing in a ball on the floor his whole body on fire. Shiro dropped the belt and bent down in front of the curled up boy.

"Look at me" He commanded and Lance looked up slowly his cheeks tear stained and one red and swollen from having been hit. His tears burned the tender skin but he was too sacred to move and wipe them away. "You are not allowed to see Keith anymore. If I find out you have seen him, you'll wish this was all that happened to you." He stood again and put his belt back on and grabbed his jacket as well as Lance's phone before leaving. Lance heard the lock slide closed on the other side of the door and the footsteps getting quieter and quieter. Lance buried his face in his knees his body too sore to move.

Lance was not sure how long it had been before he heard Shiro come home. Lance was curled on the bed having tried to fall asleep. He wouldn't be in pain anymore if he slept. The lock clicked and the door opened. Shiro stumbled slightly in and flipped on the light. Lance sat up stiffly seeing Shiro was clearly drunk. Lance got out of bed his whole body complaining as he moved over to Shiro.

"Come on, time for bed." He said helping Shiro over to the bed. Shiro played with a small strand of Lance's hair looking at him with a soft smile.

"You're so pretty Lance, I don't know how I got so lucky." Lance's cheeks reddened a bit not being used to the compliments, he liked it though. Ever since Shiro was discharged from the military he had been so cold and so violent with Lance it felt good to have the old sweet Shiro back.

"I'm sorry about today" Lance said softly enjoying the warmth of Shiro's hands on his cheek. Shiro shushed him leaving soft kisses on his cheeks where a few tears slid out.

"Hush Lance. No apologies needed." Shiro said pulling Lance into a hug. Lance wrapped his small arms around his waist having missed this so much. Pidge and Hunk couldn't see the good in Shiro, Lance did tough, he knew he would get the old Shiro back. Shiro pulled away only far enough to take his chin gently and leaning in kissing Lance. Lance's hands rested on his chest standing on his tiptoes allowing him to kiss him deeper. Shiro's arms wrapped around Lances ass as he hoisted him up and laid him down on the bed. Lance winced his body still sore. He kept kissing him not wanting to stop ever again. Shiro trailed his kisses down Lance's neck murmuring sweet nothings to Lance. The worked each other out of their clothes quickly tangled in a mess of arms and legs.

"Turn around Lance." Shiro whispered helping position Lance on his hands and knees. Lance cried out feeling Shiro ram himself inside. He had expected him to gentle or at least use lube. He gripped the sheets as Shiro had his way, the room quickly filled with loud moans from Shiro and a few cries of pain from Lance. Shiro gripped the smaller boy's hips pounding him letting all the stress from the day go with every thrust. Lance felt a hot searing pain usually meaning he was tearing but he bit his tongue letting Shiro finish. Shiro only slowed once he had finished and groaned softly pulling out. He had time to flop down beside Lance before falling asleep. Lance was unable to move for a few minutes every inch of him in pain. He swallowed down his sobs afraid to wake the man next to him. Lance slowly stood up feeling a warm liquid run down his legs. Looking at the sheets he confirmed what it was. Bloody semen. Lance waddled to the bathroom and into the shower to clean himself up. Once his shower was done he looked at himself in the mirror. His swollen cheek had shrunken only leaving a harsh red line across it. His back was still full of several large welts with a few on his chest. He looked down seeing a small line of blood still trickling down his leg. He cursed grabbing a towel and wiping it off. It wouldn't stop bleeding.