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11. Don't, Please

He runs out of the room and to the 'Gear Room,' where he changes into his suit and armor. He meets Keith in the Training room.

Keith notices the presence in the doorway and wields his sword at him yet again. Lance walks further into the room and summons his Bayard. 

"We duel to the death for the girl," Keith says lowly.

"Nah, that's going too far."

"Are you saying that you wouldn't die for (Y/N)?" Keith raises an eyebrow at the brunette.

"Not at all. I would die for her, but I don't want to kill a teammate. I would totally kill you if we weren't piloting Voltron," Lance shrugs.

"Let us commence."

"Let's." 

Keith runs at Lance with his sword, a crazed look in his eyes. He swings and Lance barely dodges. Lance runs farther into the training room. He shoots but Keith dodges those.

The fight lasts a while until they're both panting. 

"I believe it's a tie," Lance speaks between breaths.

"No! I can keep going!" Keith shouts at Lance. He charges at Lance like a bull. His eyes, turning the slightest shade of yellow, and his skin to a light shade of purple. 

"Woah, dude," Lance's eyes widen upon seeing Keith's change. He stops and his colors go back to normal. While Lance's guard is dropped Keith charges again, this time stabbing Lance in the stomach. Lance coughs blood.

"Keith... Why?" Tears form in his eyes. He lowers to his knees, no longer able to hold himself up. He looks up at Keith, confusion, and anger in his eyes. Blood stains his lips as it drips down his chin. He coughs again, blood flying onto Keith. Keith pulls out his blade and walks away to claim his prize.

Lance falls to his side and he curls up, quietly calling out your name, hoping you can hear him. 

"(Y/N), please, I don't want to die," He whispers. Tears drip down his cheeks and to the floor. A puddle of blood forms below his abdomen. 

Keith's POV

I make my way down to Lance's room, where my prize is waiting for me. I open the door and see her sitting neatly on the bed. Slightly messy hair hangs down around her face and her worried eyes focus on the ground. I walk over and sit down next to her. Her head snaps up with a big smile but it dissipates when she sees me. 

"What? Are you disappointed?" I ask with a chuckle. Her cute little face scrunches up and looks at me angrily. 

"Where's Lance," Her puffy cheeks puffing when she speaks. I smile at her and grab her face and it in my hands. I squeeze her cheeks so her lips pucker out. She rests her hands on my wrists. It almost feels like she's trying to pry them off. I lean in and her eyes go wide. 

"Wa ah oo ooing?" (what are you doing?) She tries to speak.

"Baby~ I can't understand you," I smile and lean in closer, briefly touching my lips to her puckered ones. She squeals and wriggles, obviously loving it. The way she squirms, I know for sure that she wants me. I maneuver her to be laying on the bed. She keeps writhing and jerking due to a need for me, a need for friction. I hold her down by her wrists and I position myself on top of her. I put my knee between her legs and she keeps trying to move my knee closer. 

I remove my knee and sit on her stomach. I take off my belt and tie her hands together. Then, I take off my shirt, then my pants. I smirk at her as I see her eyes widen at the sight of my bulge. She smiles and nods. 

"Please, go on~" She smirks.

Your POV (Second POV)

You sit on the bed and stare at your feet. Lance'll be fine, right? He has to be. He's... well Lance. He's always okay somehow. You sigh and let yourself get lost in thought. 

The bed dips. Lance is back! You spin around, a huge smile stretched across your face. Then you see. 

It's not Lance, it's Keith. Your smile drops. The strong smell of liquor causes you to scrunch your nose. 

"What? Are you disappointed?" He asks. Did they fight to the death? Did he kill Lance? 

"Where's Lance?" You ask, anger lacing your voice. He just smiles and gently places his hands on your cheeks and squeezes, making your lips pucker out. You grab his wrists and use all of your strength to try to pull him off. It doesn't do a thing. He leans in close. You ask what he's doing but it comes out a jumble of vowels. He doesn't understand but he just smiles. 

Keith closes the gap and presses your lips together. You shriek and try harder to get out of his grasp. He looks at you and smiles sweetly. You try to speak but it's as if your voice has been wrongly taken from you.

He grabs your neck and moves you to the bed. He moves his hands along your shoulders and down your wrists. He holds you in place.

You try to scream but nothing comes out. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall. 

A warmth appears between your thighs. You realize it his leg, and try to move it away, but with no success. He smiles again. He sits on your stomach and removes his belt. He ties your hands tight with it. He takes off his shirt revealing his toned form. 

He then takes off his pants, uncovering his bulge. It's huge. He's going to rape you. You know it now for sure. Tears fall uncontrollably down your cheeks. He acts as if you have given consent. you shake your head repeatedly.  

"Please, stop," You whisper, finally finding your voice. He takes his shirt and rips it up, shoving it into your mouth. 

"Shut up, you bitch," 

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