Extreme Violence and Noncon! This chapter is honestly so messed up I'm sorry.
Lance's vision starting going blurry as he struggled against Shiro's hands around his neck. No matter how hard he kicked out or clawed the man didn't budge. He waited until Lance was about to pass about before letting up allowing him a couple breaths before squeezing his throat again. Shiro enjoyed the way Lance wiggled under him, it was hot the way he was trying to gasp for air with his pretty eyes pleading for breath. Shiro soon got bored of this game and let go before dragging the gasping boy off the ground. Lance's lungs and throat ached as he inhaled as much air as possible. Shiro easily drug Lance to the bedroom kicking the door closed behind him. He dropped Lance to the ground the boy sinking to the floor his legs to weak to support him. Lance heard his belt clink and saw it drop to the floor. He squeezed his eyes shut knowing what was about to happen but to feeble to defend himself. Hot tears stung his eyes as he felt himself be lifted and bent over the bed.
Keith..please come home now. He tried to speak and tell him to stop but his throat felt so tight and hot no words could come out. He felt his pants be pulled down roughly before feeling Shiro position himself behind him. Lance forced his mind somewhere else, back to the fair with his friends. He remembered his time with Keith, his reaction on the roller coaster then almost throwing up. The kiss in the dark lit laser tag arena. The way he had felt being happy for one in a long time and he was so grateful to his friends and to Keith for being there. He just wished he had more time with them. There was no way Shiro would let him live after this, he just hoped it was quick. Shiro had always threatened to kill him if he left but he hadn't believed him until now. Why did he think he could get away from him? He was pulled out f his dreamlike state once Shiro finished and pulled out. Lance sank to the ground again not having Shiro to hold him up still. Now the pain of what happened came full force causing him to shrivel up in a ball on the floor. His body felt like it had been split apart and pain pulsed through every inch of him. He saw Shiro pick up his belt putting it back on before he crouched down.
"Don't worry abbe, there will be more where that came from." He grinned filling Lance's stomach with acid. Shiro stood and walked into the bathroom and Lance could hear water in the Jacuzzi tub running. Lance tried sitting up but his arms were to shaky to hold him up. Dammit why was he so damn weak. He crawled slowly over towards the door, if he could just get to his phone. He cried out feeling Shiro's hands pull him up.
"Where do you think you're going? I made you a bath" He said his voice cheery and sweet which just made Lance feel worse. He was really enjoying all of this. Lance was dragged into the bathroom and saw the tub full of steamy water. Shiro pulled off his shirt before working on Lance's clothes. Lance allowed it not having any fight left. Once both were undressed Shiro lifted Lance and sat in the bathtub pulling Lance to his chest from behind. They laid together in the warm water and Lance felt his muscles start to relax and his pain ease. Shiro was stroking his hair softly humming and it brought back a wave of memories from before Shiro joined the military. They loved taking bubble baths together, it was Lance's favorite part and sitting here with him felt so good he felt a tear streak down his cheek. What had gone so wrong? He couldn't blame Shiro, the war is what screwed him up, he blamed himself for not realizing the real Shiro had died the day he left for the war. Lance had been too stubborn and to love blind to see it. Lance closed his eyes listening to his heartbeat with his soft hums vibrating through his chest. Lance wasn't sure why they were doing this but he didn't care.
"Oh Lancey Lance" Shiro whispered playing in the smaller boy's soft brown hair. "You were always too good for me."But then you left, I can't have that." Lance was so out o it he only heard the sot voice but couldn't make out any words. The soft touch in his hair and the warmth of the water put him in a half conscious state his body trying to get over the shock of what has happened so far. He could have drifted off into darkness if he hadn't felt Shiro's grip tighten in his hair. Lance's eyes flew open only right before Shiro pushed his head under the water. Lance fought as hard as he could to release the grip so he could breath but Shiro held strong. Oh my god I'm going to die. Holy shit, I ain't ready to die. Shiro hummed louder over the noise Lance was making trying to break free. Shiro felt himself twitch a bit and soon was fully erect. He cursed but pulled Lance up from the water the boy gasping for breath.
"See, I was fine with just drowning you once and for all here, but we have a large problem you have to take care of first." With every breath came a wave of pain and nausea and Lance could only guess what that meant. Not again please god not again.
Keith sighed staring at his laptop screen. He had been writing a proposal for his company and sat back only half way through. He glanced at the clock and knew he would be late getting home. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text.
'Hey! Work is taking longer than I though! I'll be home later, grab some lunch and I'll take you somewhere nice for dinner. See you soon -Keith' He sent it and got back to work hoping Lance was having a better morning than he was.
Lance's phone buzzed in the living room but over Shiro's loud moans and Lance's painful cries the sound was unheard. Shiro pulled out flipping him over on the floor.
"Open your mouth." He commanded but Lance turned his face away. Shiro sighed before grabbing the boys jaws and pulling his face to the front.
"If you ever just listened this wouldn't have happened like this" He said jamming his fingers into his mouth yanking it open. Lance tried to push kick and shove but Shiro was double his weight. Lance closed his eyes as Shiro rammed himself into his mouth causing him to gag harshly. Lance went limp letting Shiro have his way until Lance felt a small fire of courage flare up. Lance opened his eyes and stared up at Shiro before biting down as hard as he could around Shiro's length. Shiro's face morph from immense pleasure to immense pain was enough to make Lance feel better about everything he has done to him. Blood pooled in Lance's mouth as Shiro screamed. Lance let go and Shiro stood up gripping his bloody limp member. Lance rolled over his body full of adrenaline and was able to stumble into a half standing position. This was it. This was as much energy as he would get to escape. He stumbled out of the bathroom and was out of the bedroom and his heart leap as he advanced on the front door. A weight crashing into him from the back sent him flailing to the ground. NO no no no he was so close. His insides immediately shriveled up seeing Shiro in a whole new rage. He had never seen something so scary.
"IM GONG TO FUCKING KILL YOU" Shiro grabbed his neck before lifting his head a bit before smashing it to he ground. The first hit Lace saw stars a bit as his skull made contact with the hard ground. Shiro was seeing red as he bashed Lance's head repeatedly against the floor not stopping until Lance's eyes were rolled back into his head and he was limp and unconscious blood trickling from his ears and mouth. Lance didn't mind the darkness coming for him. He gladly let his body fall int it his pain finally gone.
Shiro let go and stood up looking over the body that lay at his feet the beautifully tanned body bruised and beaten, full of scars. Shiro clutched his bloody crotch through his boxers and he grabbed his jacket before running out of the hotel leaving the limp body of Lance bleeding on the living room floor.
