Dancing With The Devil - Keitor

Chapter 1

// title was inspired by Set It Off - Dancing with the Devil, so show my favorite band some love bc their songs and content are amazing
// enjoy readers!

Voltron had snuck into one of the Galra ships so they can download the next coordinates of the possible victims of a planet. Pidge was in the middle of downloading it onto a USB drive while the others were keeping a look out, taking down soldiers before they were caught. Once Pidge was done, they made a run for it but found themselves in a sticky situation once they were caught from a security camera. They were taking down any solider that was in there way, once they thought they were safe they were going back to Green who was on cloak mode.

Keith had happened to be the last one behind the others because he was usually quick on his feet if a solider was to attack but this time when they turned a corner, Keith received a cloth to his mouth. He dropped his bayard as he tried to fight off but whatever was on that cloth knocked him out in one go. He slowly fell to unconsciousness. Little did Keith know a certain prince had made an order to receive the red paladin.

Once Keith regained consciousness, he tried to have his eyes adjust to the darkness of a room. He tried to get up but was stopped for his wrist being cuffed, trailed off by a chain to the ground. He was only allowed to be in a sitting position. His neck seemed to be wearing a collar which also connected by a chain that was attached to the ground. He struggled for a bit, he finally gave up realizing he let himself get captured by the Galra knowing his team is worrying about him. His thoughts were cut off when he heard the metal door slide open. He snarled a bit towards the noise.

The lights of the room start to light up by a shade of purple, it was still dim but enough to reveal to Keith that he was approached by Lotor. Keith couldn't help but glare at the prince. He finally spoke up, "Why am I here?! If you want information about Voltron then I'm not talking!!" Lotor was smirking and chuckled a bit, amused he seem by how feisty the red paladin was acting. He responded to Keith, "On the contrary red paladin. It's you I want." Keith's angry facial expression was changed to confusion. He furrowed his brows at Lotor asking, "Me? What about me?"

Lotor was smirking and walked around Keith slightly, "I was hoping you would ask! I have a offer to make." Keith seemed skeptic, "Offer..? Well I don't want to hear it! If it has to do anything if betraying Voltron then never!" Keith soundly felt his chin get gripped and harshly yanked towards Lotor's way. Keith was now looking at the Galra. He seemed to get lost in his eyes but was snapped out of his trance from Lotor speaking up. "I think this offer is worth hearing about little red." Keith bit his lip at the nickname. Keith snickered a bit, "Fine. What's your offer?"

Lotor pulled away with a satisfied smirk and walked away from Keith slightly. His hands behind him as he walked slightly in the small room speaking, "My offer for you is to become my mate." Before Keith can protest or even get the chance to be shock, Lotor proceeded on. "I've had my eye on you, Keith. You're an amusing Omega. All these Galra omega just want the power but I know you're different. So my full offer is you become my mate along my partner beside my throne." He glanced at Keith to see what his response was. Keith was looking at the ground in shock, he didn't know if he should be angry or cry. He seemed upset. He found his voice, that was stuck in the back of throat, "And if I don't?"

Lotor smirked a bit, "Smart. You know there's always a catch. If you don't then I'll have no choice but use you as bait for your friends and order my soldiers to kill them all. They have no match over all those soldiers. And you know that." Keith looked at Lotor in horror, he felt sick to his stomach. He was now having the choice to choose over his own life or his only friends' lives. He was looking at the ground, he felt like breaking down. Lotor walked to the doorway saying, "I'll let you sleep on it. I will come back tomorrow for your response." Just like that, Keith heard the metal door slide open and shut close. He was felt alone, with his thoughts. This absolutely sucks.