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As the Champion won his fiftieth consecutive battle, Zarkon's entourage of cruel commanders brayed and barked around Lotor. An offer had been made by Zarkon; if the Champion won the bout, for a single night, he could be brought. On the surface it would just be considered alpha posturing; they seemed to view the Champion as an alpha, wanted to fight, defeat, conquer him. But it was the depraved ways in which they boasted of how they would do it that made Lotor angrier then he already was. This death sport was one he did not agree with on principle, and using terrified aliens no less to sate his fathers bloodlust, that he had never abided by. Lotor sniffed, turning to his Generals.
“There is someone I wish to see. Follow.”
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Lotor found the Champion in a holding cell with one of the witch's technicians. There was a strange air between the two, but Champion's scent was stressed. Lotor cleared his throat, the pair snapping their heads around to him.
“I do hope I am not intruding, but I was wondering if I could have a moment with the Champion?” Lotor held his arms behind his back with a gentle smile. The technician and Champion shared a long look, before the other Galra rose.
“I will need to come back to heal the rest of his wounds. You do not have long, Prince Lotor. Haggar has requested him.”
“I understand, thank you.” Lotor bowed his head as the technician exited the cell, and moved off into a small office. Lotor turned his attention back to Champion, eyeing him silently. “I am Prince Lotor, son of Emperor Zarkon.” He took a step closer to the bars, noting the man's bloodied body tense. “While I know you will see me as an enemy, nor do I blame you, I come here to offer you a passage of safety.” At this the Champion snorted, turning his head away.
“Of course you do. Why would you offer me safety? For what? Just so you can show me off? Try and make me do tricks?” What a mouth the Champion had, but his scent told a different story.
“There are things in motion after your win just now. There will be other, crueller, Galra, who will be coming for you to do things that you will detest. Unlike me, they will do as you accused and worse. My offer is this: I can save you from the witch, from the arena, from those commanders, I will even offer assistance in locating your previous crew.” That aroused Champion's attention, but also his suspicions.
“In return for what?” Lotor shifted on his feet. It was a gamble, a large one, but the consequences made it worth it, if not to anger every alpha in Zarkon's court.
“You allow me to make you my 'mate'. It would require some,” Lotor rotated his wrist, “activities, but just a single time. In front of four witnesses-”
“You want me to just let you have sex with me?!” Champion rose from the bench, anger in his stormy grey eyes.
“Yes,” Lotor didn't blink as the metal fist connected with the bars in front of his face, “but the odds are more in your favour. I will give you a quintant to think, before the bidding opens for a night with you. While I have been direct,” Lotor picked up the sound of the door opening, “I hope you take my offer seriously. Goodbye, Champion. I hope to see you soon.”
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Lotor was right about the other Galra. The commanders came, told Shiro all about what they planned to do when they brought him. Even now, as Lotor and his Generals crowded him like a protective barrier, it felt like the air was thick with more than just anger and irritation. It was before they got to the 'room' that two Galra stood – one Shiro recognised as Sendak.
“Commander Sendak,” Lotor's tone was sickly sweet, “you're not here to congratulate me on my purchase, are you? Or are you here to ask if you can bear witness to bringing the Champion under my claws? I didn't think you were much of a watcher-” The snarl that came from the pit of Sendak's belly was loud as he and Lotor moved closer to each other. The largest General with ears like Sendak's, kinda, moved in front of him protectively.
“I do not know how a joke of an alpha like you managed to find the funds, but Champion was supposed to be mine!” Shiro peered out from behind the General's side.
“Yet, he is not, is he? If Champion was supposed to be yours, then my father would have gifted you him. A shame, not getting what you want, isn't it, Sendak? Now if you do not mind, I would like to claim my new little pet.” Lotor just sounded so at ease. He didn't rise to Sendak. “I must have a type; strong in battle. Now get out of my way, Sendak.” The snarl that Lotor made sent a chill down Shiro's spine. He didn't know Lotor, but to stand up to Sendak seemed impressive. The larger Galra's fur fluffed up, but left after spitting in Lotor's direction.
As they entered the room, Lotor sighed heavily as he turned to Shiro.
“This is where my plan comes into action. My Generals will act as the witnesses, and they will not touch you unless you explicitly ask for it. They are a loyal to a fault,” Lotor's lips tugged upwards, eyes full of fondness, “but the only people I trust. Typically, I should just bed you, but what I am going to do is this: to mate you, I need to bite you just here.” Lotor raised his hand slowly and brushed his fingers over a rather delicate spot of Shiro's neck.
“Why do you need to bite me?” Shiro asked cautiously.
“It is not uncommon that alphas who win a night with a slave get a bit too...carried away. Upon claiming the slave, it bonds the two together, and as the alpha,” the way Lotor's lips rose as he said the words made Shiro swallow, “by right, I decide what happens to you.”
“How do I know you won't go back on your word?” Shiro narrowed in on those bright blue eyes, looking for any possible tells. All he saw was Lotor's smile broaden.
“Takashi Shirogane,” Lotor carefully stepped into Shiro's space, his hand moving to his cheek, “have you heard the terms alpha, beta, and omega thrown around?” Aside from confusion at how Lotor knew his name, Shiro nodded. “I am what you may call an imposter.” Shiro's brows knit together. “I am an omega; a male omega, the lowest on the Galran class ladder, and,” Lotor snorted, “a continuous disgrace to my father. He is so ashamed of my status, I have been raised to project the aura of an alpha. He wouldn't want that dirty secret of his aired, so if I claim you, he cannot contest it.”
“Because in doing that...it looks bad and weak on him?” Shiro seemed to hit the nail on the head.
“Exactly. Since you now know, I simply cannot let you go either. Again, it will simply be a one off, but I hope you would allow me to indulge you?” Shiro blinked at what was probably the nicest – but certainly weirdest – request he'd ever been presented. He supposed that it couldn't hurt, and it'd probably help his nerves if Lotor was going to end up taking him.
“Sure. Why not. I'm, uh, not much for pain.” Shiro said weakly.
“I will not harm you, as I said. Come, let us eat first, and bathe. You can ask me questions as much as you please.” Shiro took Lotor's offered hand with little resistance.
-
“Are the restraints really necessary?” Shiro asked, dark eyebrow raised up at Lotor as he flexed his fingers in the cuffs. They were highly reinforced bed restraints attached to each corner post of the wide and comfortable bed.
“Likely not, but I cannot indulge you properly if you writhe around.” Lotor attempted some soft humour to match the gallows humour that slipped from Shiro's mouth as they'd spoken. His lovers sat beyond the translucent royal purple veil. Lotor was used to an audience by now, and he was sure the others would be pleased for the show. As Lotor took a deep breath of the subtly scented, flowery air, he leaned down over Shiro's body, meeting those eyes not so stormy-looking. “Just breath and relax, but tell me to stop if something hurts, understand?” Shiro nodded and closed his eyes with a deep breath. Lotor tilted his head down and pressed a single kiss to Shiro's forehead. The man under him tensed momentarily, before the breath expelled. “I will show you a tenderness I am sure you've missed.” Lotor whispered against the skin, and moved downwards, kisses left in his wake.
Shiro wasn't expecting this much of a light and tender touch. For what felt like minutes, Lotor did nothing but pepper his skin in butterfly kisses. Once Shiro accepted that this was happening, and focusing on his breathing, he could feel some of the tension subside. He knew what to do, he'd had sex before. It was just relaxing, and from what Shiro had seen of Lotor's alien junk, it didn't look like it was going to be too painful. The tongue caught Shiro off-guard as Lotor dragged it over his nipple and down to just above the abdomen, lips pressing down harder. A shuddering breath escaped through Shiro's mouth. Lotor continued his languid pace, sometimes smoothing his hands up and over Shiro's muscles, his shoulders, arms, and thighs. Shiro tried to stifle his little moans and gasps, and the more he did, the more Lotor seemed to focus on the tender bundle of nerves he'd found. He flexed flesh and mechanical fingers, pressing his teeth into his bottom lip as both of Lotor's calloused lavender hands ran the length of his inner thigh.
“You do not need to worry about making noise,” Lotor planted a kiss against Shiro's navel, “the others will not judge you, and neither will I.”
“I just...haven't, with other people around.” Shiro replied, cracking open one eye to find those brilliant blue ones, bright like sapphires, studying him intently. The Prince moved carefully, and lifted Shiro's head to place a pillow underneath it.
“You know how to focus on a single thing, correct? Then redirect all of your focus on to me, and what I do. Can you do that?” Shiro's pupils darted to the side, before they came back to Lotor.
“I'll do my best.”
“It is all I ask.” The long, brilliant white hair just like Shiro's own little patch, tickled against his skin as Lotor returned to his body. His fingers brushed Shiro's nipple, before following the natural curve of his body down to stroke the outside of his thigh.
The Terrran was highly sensitive to touch and sensation. If Lotor exhaled over the wet skin, the leather cuffs could creak as Shiro twitched and gasped. At a cursory glance, they shared similar anatomy, which was a curiosity considering Altean-like aliens were incredibly few and far between. Nonetheless, it seemed Shiro was relaxed enough and used to Lotor's touch. He trailed his finger down the black hairs to a larger patch. Shiro's thighs twitched, but he seemed fine. The man watched Lotor as he wound his fingers around the rather firm shaft. This seemed okay. Lotor stroked it between his hands, pressing and squeezing here and there to see how Shiro reacted. When he stroked his thumb against a point just under the head, it seemed to hit a bundle of nerves. Shiro's cock twitched in Lotor's hand, and the first obviously pleasured moan shot from his lips. Lotor swallowed as he kept his attention on that single spot, stopping and starting to test the Terran. It stirred his own arousal too, and Lotor could feel the slick start to run. It may not have a knot, or an obvious one, but Shiro's cock would certainly do the job. Hard, but not too hard, and it thankfully lacked some of the typical alpha 'additions'.
Lotor repositioned himself, leaning down and sweeping his hair over his shoulder. With a hand between his own legs, and the other squeezing the base of Shiro's cock, his lips slowly suckled the tip. That brought a more musical gasp along with the dull creak of the restraints. Lotor kept going, licking and swirling his tongue up and down, around the side, until he sunk halfway down Shiro's hot, twitching cock, then pulled back. There was a salty after-taste on Lotor's tongue, and the now ex-Champion had his entire attention on Lotor.
“Good, I take it?” Lotor stilled his own hand.
“Y...Yes. It's been- you're- uh-”
“Shh, just keep making that beautiful music,” Lotor knelt up, teasing a thumb around one of the slick-producing glands on his cock, “because I really do enjoy it.” Shiro's eyes widened, like he was utterly transfixed. Whether Shiro was aware he'd licked his lips, Lotor wasn't sure. Either way, it was positive. He sunk back down, gripping himself once again, and then Shiro as he took a deep inhale of that rich scent. The Terran smelt divine as he came undone, earthy, almost, while at the same time, the girls arousal was becoming quite potent. Lotor chuckled as he slipped his lips back over the tip.
Every time Shiro thought he was about to come, Lotor didn't let him. It was maddening with no physical release of his own and the inability to move. So Shiro could only squirm, and the stimulation built and fell, built and fell. Over and over again. His cock twitched in the warm confines of Lotor's mouth every time his tongue rubbed against something new. Shiro felt like this was his first time, despite the fact it wasn't. What was worse, was when he realised Lotor was watching him, and those lavender cheeks seemed darker. Shiro felt like a pervert; he wanted make Lotor moan by his own hand. He was just...really...really good.
“I quite enjoy being watched,” Lotor replied with a grin, swiping his thumb against the head, “but thank you for your compliments.” There was a light humour to Lotor's words that put Shiro more at ease despite blurting out his inner thoughts.
“Can't believe I said that out loud.” If the mattress could consume him, Shiro would love that. Well, that and finally taking Lotor's dick.
“Guess I must be that good.” They shared a chuckle, before Lotor crawled back on top of Shiro. This time Lotor's lips brushed against Shiros, as if asking if he could kiss him. Shiro parted them instinctually, and Lotor did. It was deep, hungry, and stole the air from his lungs. Vaguely aware of the wetness of Lotor's own cock against his own, Shiro moaned when the friction got too much. He wanted to grab Lotor, just cling to him around his hips. Just to hold and touch something tangible.
“Please.” Shiro hadn't begged for any Galra before, but the Prince had him.
Lotor brushed his thumb over Shiro's lips as he repositioned his thighs. Shiro seemed confused as Lotor took his cock, and smeared it with slick from around his desperate hole. Lotor let out a long, heady, satisfied gasp as he sank all the way down Shiro's length. His head fell back, then slowly around with a moan, until he gazed upon a highly confused Shiro. There was nothing to say, only action. Lotor started slow with full control of the pace, even if Shiro was trying to push his hips up in time to meet him.
“No,” Lotor groaned as Shiro's cock hit a bundle of nerves that had him drooling, “I control this.” He was aware of Shiro's stuttered reply, but when Lotor rocked his hips from side to side, the Terran quickly fell back into moans and gasps. Lotor knew his Generals were getting agitated, even Acxa was. “Wonderful.” Lotor breathed, taking his length back in his hand. Every few jerks, slick would drip over Shiro's stomach and the little jerks and twitches just stirred Lotor's insides more. With one hand beside Shiro's head, and the other still stroking himself, Lotor picked up the pace.
Every time Shiro felt close, Lotor would slow down, but he just couldn't. When he came, Shiro tore the restraint from one of the posts and finally, he could arch upwards. He knew he cried Lotor's name as he came so hard, he just kept spilling more even when he thought he was spent. His voice cracked higher then Shiro thought possible at this point, but he didn't care. Fingers curled and wound into the thick sheets. Lotor milked Shiro; tensing up and relaxing as he just kept riding. He tried to say Lotor's name, but the Prince merely kissed him with a moan before rolling, deep honeyed hums passed from Lotor's lips. Warm lashes of Lotor's seed coated his stomach and chest, even as far as his neck. Shiro tracked his metal hand up and over Lotor's arm, just holding that shoulder like a life line. His head lolled to the side.
“Claim me, claim me now while I'm riding this high.” Shiro's hand lazily flopped against the vague area Lotor had gestured to earlier. The Prince leaned down, Shiro holding his long white hair back, as Lotor nuzzled against the skin there. That wondrous tongue licked and lapped, despite how sensitive Shiro was, until he felt teeth. Shiro bit his own lip as Lotor's fangs broke the skin, hissing out the pain through his own teeth when he clenched his jaw tight. Was it a bad thing his body was getting aroused again? He didn't know, Shiro just felt sleepy. Lotor didn't seem to mind Shiro holding him, and Shiro didn't mind Lotor on top of him, or the stickiness, or the witnesses...
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The next time Shiro woke up, there was a bandage over the bite marks and he'd been tucked under the sheets. Narti, the General with the cat, was lounging next to him. Even though she didn't have eyes, Narti tilted her attention to Shiro, along with the cat, and gently pulled him up against her. She pointed, and he followed her clawed finger to Lotor who was- oh. Ezor was fucking Lotor, who was fucking Acxa, who was buried between Zethrid's thighs. His cock twitched; Shiro wanted to join them too, fuck Lotor again- Narti's tail caught Shiro around the waist and drew him back into her lap. She brought her hand to Shiro's forehead, and in seconds, he heard a voice he didn't know. It was Narti. Shiro glanced down and noted that between the slit he'd not realised she had, there was hemipenes. Shiro knew what he had to do, and Narti would keep him in safe claws. Before Shiro went down, he glanced up at Lotor again. Before the end of the night, he was going to take the Prince. If not today, then soon enough.
Lost to Ezor's roughness, Lotor could only smile as Shiro alternated between both of Narti's hemipenes. People liked to call his Generals 'Lotor's harem of half-breeds'. Now, he had a legendary gladiator in the ranks. Between the call of his heat; the first one to happen in phoebs, Lotor was pleased. They'd all sleep well, if they did, then leave this damn place. With a loud, heady moan as Ezor pulled him back by the hair, Lotor fell back into the sea of mindless pleasure.
-
They left Central Command getting away with the plan. While Sendak had kicked up a fuss again, he couldn't do anything to stop it. Even Shiro joined the Generals as they rallied around to protect him.
“When we get back, I can show you your new home. We'll get you some armour, something sturdy but lightweight. While you're free to train at your leisure, if there's anything you think you can bring, then we can work from there.” Lotor carded his claws through Shiro's hair with a soft whine as Shiro's nose brushed against his skin. “Your mouth is, ah, quite deceptive.” With a wet pop, Shiro pulled off, a satisfied smirk gracing his lips as he slowly wiped the corner.
“Maybe you'll find out what else is deceptive too...but later.” With a bark of laughter, Shiro rose and planted both hands on Lotor's arm rests. “Don't pout at me like that, my mate.” From the other side of the bridge, Ezor laughed too. Lotor's ears drooped, it was going to be a frustrating trip home at this rate.