This takes place after the scene from Season 5 Episode 3, where Shiro yells at Lance. The dial on his aggression is reeeeeeally turned up here.

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"I told you to stay out of this!"

His own words echoed in his head like voices off of a cave wall, along with the dozens of other high-pitched ringing noises that refused to leave him.

It wasn't Lance's fault that he had lashed out at him...Lance hadn't done anything wrong. And yet...just the thought of Lance speaking up against him had Shiro's blood boiling. Just the thought of his face made his muscles bunch up.

What's wrong with me...I feel like I'm not myself...dangerous...I'm dangerous, I—

"Shiro?"

His head snapped up as Lance entered the room, immediately shooting to his feet.

"What are you doing in here?"

Lance froze, the momentary pain on his face constricting a knot in Shiro's stomach.

"I knocked, but you didn't answer, so I got worried...well, even more worried than I already am."

Shiro's muscles throbbed, aching to move towards Lance, but he held back, refusing to even look at him in case it would trigger something. "...you should leave." Before I do something I don't want to do...

Naturally, instead of listening to him like a good boy, Lance just stepped closer, hesitantly reaching for his shoulder. "Hey, are you okay? You should sit."

"And you should leave."

Lance's hand paused inches from Shiro's shoulder at that, but he managed to close the rest of the distance.

Shiro recoiled. The rage was unwarranted...unwelcome...yet it bubbled in his core all the same.

"Shiro, listen...I'll leave, okay?" He spoke quickly when Shiro's eyes flashed up to his face dangerously. "I'll leave. But first, I just wanted to tell you that you can talk to me...to us. All of us. The team and I, we're all here for you if things are getting too stressful, or if you're taking up too much at once..." Lance crept closer, brows turned up innocently with a small smile. "I know I'm not Keith, but I'm still your right hand...so if there's someone who can help lighten the burden on your shoulders...well, I'd be happy to take some of your load—"

Red flashed across Shiro's vision, and before he even knew what was happening, he had Lance pinned across the wall opposite his bed, Galra hand holding his skinny wrists above his head while his other hand held his chest firm.

"Sh-shi—"

"Fuck!" Shiro cursed, trembling ever so slightly as he stared into Lance's eyes for a few seconds before scanning his entire body, observing the way Lance's hips jutted to the side to sprawl his body against the wall completely. "Fuck...you're so pretty...it makes my head burn...!"

"'Pretty'?" Lance's face flushed red, only for him to gasp as Shiro slammed his back against the wall harder, voice sending tingles up Shiro's spine.

This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong...

I'm dangerous...this isn't me...

"Fuck...I can't..." He slowly began pulling away, teeth clenched together, but Lance immediately wrapped his arms around his neck to hold him in place.

"Shiro..." He shook his head, throat bobbing. "Don't...don't pull away from me." His hand slowly slid up Shiro's cheek. "Please...don't pull away. You always pull away from us...I just want to help. Tell me...talk to me. Does this help you?"

No, it feels like my body doesn't belong to me, like I'm going to tear into you like some sort of animal...

"...yes..."

Lance guided Shiro's hand more until his fingers were glossing over his smooth lips. "Being like this with me...does it calm you down?"

I could lose my mind just looking at you.

"Yes..." He gulped, eyes taking in the sight of Lance's knees pressed tightly together, his chest expanding with air, and his ocean-blue eyes, glistening as a stark contrast to the deep red across his face.

"...then go ahead. Let me be helpful to you, Shiro. You can do whatever you want with me...so long as it helps you with your stress." Lance's lips seemed to grow ten times bigger as his voice eased into a whisper. "I can be your safe place—"

He smashed their mouths together, pinning Lance's wrists to either side of his head. Chest met chest, practically squishing Lance back against the wall while their faces twisted to the side, deepening the impromptu kiss so Shiro's tongue could push past Lance's lips.

His veins flared with excitement at the lack of resistance as his knee came in between Lance's legs, immediately breaking them apart so he could grind his leg into Lance's crotch. There was no hiding his intentions anymore.

Lance's legs lifted off the ground and wrapped around Shiro's waist until he was pinned up against the wall completely—a clear answer to Shiro's intentions.

If Shiro's head had been fuzzy before, it was chaos now as he easily hauled Lance up against his chest and brought him back to his bed.

His eyes widened when Shiro slammed him down, knocking the wind out of his body, but Shiro didn't care enough to give him a chance to recover as he crawled over him, pinning his wrists to either side of his head on the mattress so his mouth could connect with Lance's again.

Lance's body squirmed, desperate for air, but aside from that, there was no active resistance, and thus, Shiro didn't see the need to pull away as his tongue explored every inch of Lance's widening mouth.

His hips fell down to grind against Lance's, pants growing ever tighter—especially upon feeling Lance's own bulge.

"Fuck!" He growled, rearing up so he could dispose of his clothes. Sweat was already soaking through his black shirt, and he didn't even want to think about how hot his crotch was.

"Shiro..."

"Your turn." Shiro made quick work of Lance's clothes after tossing his own aside, his massive erection basking in freedom. He didn't miss the way Lance locked onto the sight like a starving lion cub.

Once Lance was naked, Shiro sat back against his headboard with a manspread so his cock and balls were on display. "Come."

Lance eagerly scrambled onto all fours and placed himself in between Shiro's legs, reaching for his cock tentatively, as if expecting a scolding. Upon further prompting, however, he finally wrapped both hands around Shiro's cock, eliciting a moan from both of them.

"Go on. Do your job. Leader's orders."

More red tinted Lance's face as he ran his hands up and down Shiro's cock, eyes strained from not blinking.

After a full minute of Lance slowly feeling his shaft, Shiro growled and leaned back more with both hands resting behind his head, showing off his muscles. "How much slower could you get? Touch me like you touch yourself."

Lance bowed his head, and he could almost see his ears flattening like a scolded puppy as his hands immediately picked up their pace, transitioning to just one hand pumping his cock while the other roamed Shiro's inner thighs before finding his balls. He cupped the jewels in wonder. Shiro couldn't blame him. It was undoubtedly his first time seeing a package as large as Shiro's.

"Entranced?"

His head shot up as Shiro glanced at his cock.

"You should be. Shame that you aren't doing it justice. Wouldn't you like to prove yourself to me?"

Again, Lance's imaginary puppy ears flattened against his head as he nodded.

"Then do it. Prove yourself to me. I told you to touch me like you touch yourself."

He paused for a moment before his fingers gently massaged Shiro's balls, and his other hand pumped his cock with increasingly rapid strokes.

Shiro's Galra hand found its way to Lance's hair, pulling his face closer until it was hovering just above his swelling mushroom-shaped head. "You know what to do."

Lance's tongue immediately swiped across his head before he was kissing and sucking against it, hand pumping his dick into his mouth.

"That's more like it. Don't lose attention on my balls, now."

His blue eyes fell shut, as if to help him focus as he worshipped Shiro's cock, lips moving past the large head as he squeezed and fondled Shiro's balls.

Shiro sighed, relaxing against the headboard as his Galra hand guided Lance's head down his cock more, legs spreading wider to give him more room. He didn't even realize Lance was gagging, every cry muffled by the thickness of Shiro's cock entering his throat, until he was squeezing Shiro's balls particularly hard.

"Oh, fuck..." Shiro groaned, forming a fist in Lance's hair, his desperation for air only causing Shiro to push him down farther until Lance had no choice but to try to adapt.

His throat relaxed around Shiro's massive cock, tongue folding against the bottom of his mouth to create as much room as possible.

"There you go..." Shiro ran his other hand through Lance's hair. "All you need to do is stop fighting it, and it gets easier on your throat. You take my cock so well."

Lance's body wiggled in response, eliciting another groan from Shiro.

"Good boy...now, suck."

The suction against Shiro's cock had his back arching against the headboard a bit as his eyes turned up to the ceiling. Sudden pulses of heat rushed through his blood up his spine as Lance's cheeks hollowed around his cock, sucking as his hand twisted against the base of it. His fingers kept squeezing at Shiro's balls per Shiro's earlier request.

Upon looking back down, Shiro couldn't tear his eyes away from him. The way his back craned down with his rump raised accentuated his elegant figure, and the focused shutting of his eyes as he lifted his head up and down Shiro's cock ever so slightly had his pride swelling.

His hand guided Lance's head more, pushing and lifting and yanking his hair until he was forcing Lance up and down his length, grunting each time the head of his cock speared Lance's throat. Within several bobs of Lance's head, he was bucking his hips up, grinding his hips up, and then, he was fucking up into Lance's mouth.

Lance moaned from around Shiro's cock—whether in protest or in encouragement, he didn't know. It didn't stop him from grabbing Lance's head with both hands, though, steadying his face so he could fuck his cock upwards easily, grinning as Lance's hands left his cock to dig his nails into the mattress.

Shiro's balls smacked his face with each thrust, and as soon as the blue of Lance's wide eyes shot open, he groaned and reeled to his knees, pushing Lance back more so he could fuck his face harder.

Lance's mouth felt like any other pussy for Shiro to fuck—it was hot, wet, and so, so tight. His throat walls only seemed to squeezed tighter with every thrust as Shiro's cock rammed into him again and again.

Lance's eyes were so glassy that Shiro could see the reflection of his own burning lust in them. His hips only fucked harder at the sight.

Lance couldn't even add any suction to his cock. His mouth was wide open and lax—nothing more than a hole for Shiro to use for his own purposes. Nothing more than a tight tool for Shiro to use to jack his cock off with.

His heavy breaths boomed in his own ears until it was all he could hear. Everything else in the room drained from existence, and Shiro's hands grew tighter and tighter in Lance's hair as he listened to the sound of his own panting, matching the harsh rhythm of his hips to it, brutally skull fucking Lance with an ever-growing hunger.

Even Lance's eyes faded from existence until it was only his mouth, spit spilling out from over the sides all over his cheeks and chin. Shiro's invading cock only forced more saliva out until the hole that was Lance's mouth was a complete mess.

That was all Shiro wanted. A mess. That was what would be left of Lance, that was what he would be reduced to, what he would deserve for driving Shiro to this level of stress and tension.

"Fuck!" He yanked Lance off of his cock and threw him down on the bed, reaching for a nearby drawer where a bottle of lotion stood. Or, at least, something that resembled lotion.

Lance's jaw was still gaping open as Shiro slicked his fingers up with the lotion and brought them to his hole. Saliva continued trickling down his chin, but he managed to prop his shoulders up to watch as Shiro worked the fingers into his entrance.

"Is that...the lotion I gave you?"

Was it? Shiro could draw no connection between the lotion and Lance except that he was using it to spread Lance's tight walls, and quite frankly, that was the only connection that mattered to him.

His fingers spread the lotion against Lance's walls, scissoring his insides to stretch him out as much as possible. His cock was throbbing almost painfully at the sight of Lance's willing hole.

"Have you touched yourself here before?"

Lance wiped at his mouth with his arm, wincing as Shiro's fingers explored inside of him.

Shiro's brows tightened as he jammed his fingers forward, relishing in Lance's scream. "Answer me!"

"Y-yes!" Lance clawed against the bed, eyes wide as Shiro nodded approvingly.

"Are you a virgin?"

Lance's face reddened. "Y-yes..." His legs began closing together self-consciously, but Shiro forced them apart again, eyes focused on his fingers working their way into Lance's hole before he finally pulled them out.

"Good." He spat on Lance's hole, dick jumping at the way his entrance almost seemed to quiver. "You won't forget the first time I split you open."

"Yes...Shiro..." Lance answered unprompted.

He crawled over Lance once more, lining their faces up while his cock found the slick, innocent entrance. His muscles ached with a need that almost felt primal...like nothing he'd ever felt before. The look of dreaminess in Lance's eyes only pushed that further.

His cock pushed past Lance's entrance with only a coarse grunt as warning, forcing his tight walls to spread around Shiro's fat cock head.

Lance's back immediately arched up off the bed as his arms wrapped around Shiro's neck, but before he could scream, Shiro slammed their mouths together, shutting him up with his tongue.

Shockwaves of euphoria traveled up Shiro as inch after inch of massive cock shoved its way inside of Lance.

His walls continuously parted for Shiro before closing back around his cock and clenching down, obediently letting him in with no intentions of letting him go.

His heart race, high on adrenaline. He was balls deep in Lance within seconds.

As soon as he pulled his head back to drink in the sight, whimpers escaped Lance, and he squirmed back and forth as Shiro's tongue grazed across his lips.

He'd taken Lance.

He pulled his balls back against his perineum before letting them fall back against Lance's ass, relaxing his breaths as his cock grew hot and comfortable inside of Lance.

"Shiro..." Lance's eyes were barely slitted open as Shiro thumbed at his nipples, giving him no rest from stimulation even as he allowed his walls to acclimate to his size.

His ass felt like it was breathing around Shiro's cock, walls constantly pulsing and clenching and adjusting. Shiro's cock throbbed back.

Once Lance began sinking into the mattress more, hands relaxing their grip on the sheets, he began pulling back ever so slowly, relishing in the feeling of his walls slowly merging back together with Shiro's cock leaving only to instantly spread apart to be filled once again with his massive size.

Lance's squeaks were music to his ears as he dragged his cock back and forth, experimenting with the stretch of Lance's walls while squeezing his nipples. His body was his playground.

Grey began clouding Lance's eyes after several minutes, and he reached up to grab Shiro's arm. "Please...Shiro..."

Shiro's aching muscles reached the peak of their tension as he leaned over Lance's body, hands wrapping around his back as his cock pulled out, leaving only the tip inside.

He paused to give his walls several seconds to mold back together.

Then, his hips pistoned forward to split him open, spearing his hole again and again and again, until his cock was steadily fucking into Lance and spreading his walls without pause.

Electricity coursed through him as his muscles bunched up, propelling his hips against Lance's with the strength of a giant as Lance's legs crumpled around Shiro's back, heels digging into his iron spine.

"Shiro! Shi...!" Lance gasped, chest heaving, mouth gaping wide open. Nothing new there.

The glassiness in his eyes was replaced with a lust as fiery as Shiro's, only Shiro could feel his own primal desires heightening by the second as his hips rutted into Lance with ever increasing violence.

Once again his own breaths resonated in his head, accompanied with his animalistic growls as he stared down at Lance with almost emotionless eyes. There was no sympathy, no connection, nothing. In that moment, there was only hunger.

"Fuck...Lance!" Shiro's teeth clenched together as his cock tore into Lance's body, pounding away at his tight hole with his balls constantly smacking his ass, leaving the skin stained red.

Lance's heels linked behind his back while his arms wrapped around his shoulders, and after he was completely clinging onto Shiro's body, Shiro rose from the bed, muscles pressed firmly around Lance's body as he held Lance against him before fucking his cock up into his waiting hole.

Choruses of Shiro's name left Lance. There was nothing left for him to hold onto other than his leader, and no mattress or floor to support him. There was only Shiro and his arms and his cock and his lust.

Shiro's knees were bent in a slight squat, allowing him to fuck Lance harder. His arms were practically squeezing Lance against his chest so the smaller boy's body would stay still for him to fuck, like an unmoving sex doll, only the clenching flesh and heat of his walls was very much alive. He was a living sex doll—Shiro's living sex doll.

Nails scraped into Shiro's bulging shoulders down his bulky back, eliciting loud grunts from him.

Images and scenes began replaying in Shiro's head as his cock ravaged Lance's body.

He could see every single time Lance stepped forward to disobey Shiro, every single time he spoke words that Shiro disagreed with, and every single time he attempted to 'reason' with Shiro.

For whatever reason, Shiro's blood boiled.

It had to stop. He had to put an end to it. There would be no questioning him. Not from Lance.

The thoughts almost seemed foreign, but they fueled his muscles nonetheless as he fucked Lance with every ounce of might in him.

"Fuck...this is a good look for you. Being my stress relief...this is what you wanted, isn't it?" He backed Lance up against a wall, fucking him against it so he could pull back and stare Lance in the eyes.

Lance blinked back at him thoughtlessly. "Yes...want to relieve you, Shiro..."

"Good." Shiro grunted, eyes narrowed as his cock fucked so deep into Lance it was as if he was attempting to spear his way through Lance's body into the wall behind him. "Because this is your job. This is what you are to me. Do I make myself clear?"

Lance hesitated, wetting his mouth as he stared deeply into Shiro's eyes. "Shiro...you—"

"Shut up!" Shiro rammed his cock into Lance's prostate, eyes lighting up with flames as Lance's body tightened around him even more, and he pounded his hips forward like his cock was hammering a nail into Lance's sensitive prostate.

"Shiro!"

"That's right, scream my name." Shiro's nails dug into Lance as his pretty blue eyes dilated. "That's all you should be doing. Screaming my name, opening yourself for my cock...that's what you said you wanted! You wanted me to put my stress on you, so that's what I'm going to do!"

"Sh-shiro—!"

"You're mine...!" Shiro's voice trailed off into a low growl as he shook the entire room, plowing Lance against the wall. "Mine to fuck...mine to use...I'm the leader of Voltron, you yield to me however I wish...!"

"Shiro—!"

"Say yes to your leader!" Shiro's cock rammed his prostate particularly hard as Lance's entire body spasmed against him.

"Fuck! Y-yes! You're my leader, Shiro!"

He grunted even louder at that, muscles tightening in satisfied ecstasy. His cock might as well have been bruising Lance's prostate at this point, but neither of them cared as lust and pleasure spread through their cores.

Lance came with a throaty cry, stripes of cum shooting across both their chests as his walls squeezed around Shiro's cock like a vice.

He drove his cock into Lance's prostate even harder at that, vision flashing white as the entire room shook from the violent thrashing the wall was getting from their bodies. His cock fucked Lance's ass without mercy, shredding it of any previous innocence before his balls tightened and grinded against his ass.

"Fuck!" Shiro cursed, eyes squeezing shut as he pounded his seed into Lance, pushing rope after rope of hot cum deep into his body, riding out his climax.

As his orgasm drew to a close, he pressed his balls against Lance's entrance, squeezing them against his body as he pumped him full of sperm.

"Shiro..." Lance moaned lazily, having slumped forward against Shiro's body long ago.

Their breaths matched up, both heavy and uneven, but Shiro was panting much more as he unloaded everything he had inside of Lance before slowly pulling back and carrying Lance back to the bed. His hole was still gaping wide open, as if Shiro's cock had never left it.

"Does it feel good to be put in your place?"

Lance shivered as Shiro pulled him close to him. "Yes..."

"Good. Then you would do well to never forget it."

"Yes..."

Shiro pulled the blanket over them, head spinning as he spooned Lance and stared at him with narrowed eyes. "Say it again. I'm the leader of Voltron. You're nothing."

Lance curled up against him. "You're the leader...my leader...I'm nothing..."

He planted a kiss against the back of his head. "Good boy. Your job isn't to speak up. It's to receive my seed. My frustrations. That's your role. You would do well to remember it starting now."

"...yes...Shiro..."

He smiled, chest swelling. Maybe it shouldn't have given him so much satisfaction to ensure that Lance wouldn't question his commands...but for some reason, it did. He couldn't remember ever desiring authority this badly before, but right now, it was all he seeked. He didn't care to question it.

Even if it wasn't like him.

Haggar stared blankly at the projection in front of her, the messy scene having just drawn to a close. Now, all she saw was a mop of brown—the red paladin's hair.

This...is not what I made the operation for...

She turned away from the floating screen, lips pursed together tightly. Never did she think she would see something like that through the operation's eyes, nor did she think she'd actually sit through it all...

Though, as she walked away, she briefly wondered if this meant the faux paladin and the red paladin would have children sometime soon...

...she'd have to check back to see what became of their intercourse.

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RIP Haggar. Then again, she got a front row seat to a beautiful show, so...yeah. She isn't complaining xP

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