So, this chapter is written on my iPad and edited on my computer, so it will look a bit wonky. This is more of rape then smut but I'm really sorry.
My friend and I did a collaboration and this is what we came up with, sorry. This is utter bullcrap and unedited but we tried, so here.
Warning: Slight Rape/Smut, Very Descriptive, Harm, Pain, Kinks?, Cussing
Disclaimer: I do not support and/or think rape is okay, sexual harassment is not okay either, if you are triggered by this topic please proceed with caution or do not read at all. Anything sexual towards another when not agreed is not good and I do not support it. You have been warned.
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-Nobody POV- (sorry)
Allura began thinking about what she had forgotten to say until a certain paladin commented about a mysterious plant that laid limply on the floor, no paladin daring to touch it.
"What kind of plant is that?" Lance pointed at the plant, the leaves sprouted out from the middle, making a star shape, the petals white with some blue fletching the ends of the delegate petals, in the middle was a narrow hole with some type of fuzz. Such beauty, but such poison.
"That, Lance, is a love poison flower. It makes the victim act violent and rough towards the one they love." Allura worded her sentence less worrying as possible. "The Starrial."
"Oh, um, thanks?" Lance stepped away from the deadly flower, the petals still drawing his attention, he didn't like the thought of people getting hurt by such a beautiful flower. Keith looked at the flower, knowing there must be a field of them somewhere. He stepped away from the flower, Hunk staying far away from it, Shiro inspecting it, and Pidge being fascinated by the scenery.
"Guys, why are we here?" Hunk asks. Shiro looked at him, realization hitting him like a bat.
"OH! Right, Team split up! Search out!" Shiro pointed yonder, his confidence rising. Lance groaned and walked his own way, not noticing Keith stumbling.
"AUgh!"
"Keith!" Lance runs over to the mullet boy and tries helping him up, his concern showing. "Are you okay?! What happened?"
"A vine tripped me, I'm fine." Keith pulled his arm away from Lance, a hint of anger in his voice. Lance looked at the raven haired boy, his eyes weren't his usual beautiful night sky violet, it started looking like a mixture of purple and rose. Lance took off his dark glove, he felt the boy's face, Keith surprisingly stood still, confusion written on his face.
"Keith! You're burning up! Shiro, I think we need to head back." Lance grabbed Keith's hand and guided him towards their lions without stepping on any flowers.
"Alright, Allura, Keith needs to rest, Lance says he might have a fever." His dad voice echoed throughout the castle, Allura now aware of the current situation.
"Well, we have to go get something from a planet but we can't take the ship, sadly. So Keith and Lance can stay in the castle with Coran and I ride with one of you." Allura started putting on something attireable and followed Coran towards the hangers.
"Who will you be with, Allura?" Coran asked while he stroked his ginger mustache.
"Pidge!" Allura said excitedly, Coran smiled at the happy girl, the excitement radiating off of her.
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Lance walked down the empty halls to go towards the control room. He let Keith take a shower to refresh, it had always helped Lance, why not Keith? The control room was empty, of course, but noises came from another hall. Lance didn't pay attention to the noise coming from the corridor and shamefully stared at the glittering lights in the sky.
Why can't I do anything right?
Keith sneakily made his way around the corner to jump Lance. He saw Lance staring up at the dark sky, so carefree. Suddenly he had no control over his body and his heart leaped out of his throat. He scared the Cuban boy when he jumped onto him, the boy under Keith flustered and surprised.
"Mmph! K-Keith! W-what are you doing?!" Lance let out a shakey huff and tried wiggling out of Keith's firm grasp, but he failed miserably. Keith moved Lance's wrists to above his head and straddled him more, he held Lance's wrist down with one hand and traveled his other down to the end on the blue and white shirt the blushing boy wore. Lance looked at the smirking boy who was dangerously close to him, Keith's eyes shimmered pink, a slight tint of red in there as well, suddenly Lance knew of the problem he was in. "Keith! You got touched by the flower, didn't you?! Snap out of it!" Lance stared worriedly at the Keith, he blinked a few times, the color of his eyes returning.
"What the fuck am I doing on you?" Keith asks the boy under him, letting the Cuban beneath him go, Lance had scurried some distance away from Keith. Lance pulls his shirt down and looks at Keith, wondering if the boy is still being affected by the flower.
"You touched the flower. You lost control of yourself... You pushed me down and started to..." Lance looked away, humiliation crossing his face, he didn't want to look so vulnerable and weak in front of his 'rival'. Keith took a moment to try to piece together what he was referring to. It had shocked him once he figured out what his own body had done to Lance.
"Wait, Lance, I'm sorry, I didn't mean too! I didn't mean to touch you," he began shaking his hands as a surrender and apologies. The Cuban boy shifted his gaze up towards the dark haired male, he looked at his eyes, they started slowly turning back to pink and red. He began scrambling to get up, Keith looked at the boy confused and started getting up as well. "What are you doing, Lance?"
"Your eyes, your losing control again, please don't." Lance pleaded for him not to go berserk. But things never go Lance's way. Keith started smirking again, that made Lance fear for himself. Lance started running, he ran towards his room, he tripped a couple of times but he made it to his dorm. He locked the door and hid in a closet in his bathroom. Fear raised in his stomach, he could feel himself shake intensely as Keith called out his name.
"Lancccee~ Where are you?" The voice echoed throughout the castle, nothing made Lance feel this way before, only when his father was drunk. This version of Keith was terrifying and too much like his father. Of course, he loved Keith, but this wasn't Keith, this was poison. He wanted to be in Keith's arms, not this side of him though. He wanted to hug Shiro like his father used to before he turned insane. Shiro was like a father towards him, even if he was a little overprotective. Pidge was like a little sister to him, even if she was rude to him. Hunk was his best friend for a long time, even if he says otherwise. Allura was also rude to him, but he could see her as a bossy teenage sister who didn't know how the world goes. Coran treated him like his son, he was Coran's favorite paladin, he liked that. His thoughts got rudely interrupted when a knock on his door was heard.
"I know you're in there, Lance. Come out, please." The sudden kindness surprised Lance. Lance began getting up to see if Keith turned back to his normal self.
"Okay, if he's not just shut the door, no biggie..." He mumbled towards himself as he opened the locked door to the hallway. Keith stood there, a shadow crossed his face which made him even more terrifying than before. His eyes glowed pink and they dulled which made Lance back away, forgetting his plan to lock the door again. In Keith's hands was a rope, nothing more. The Cuban's ocean eyes shifted to the rope, his anxiety shot through the roof. "K-Keith, why do you have a rope..?" Keith stepped into the room, his eyes glittering in the darkness, it was beautiful but scary. He quickly pinned down Lance to the floor, making Lance groan and making Keith's kinks kick in. He tied the squirming Lance's wrists together and tightened it. Keith traveled his hands under Lance's shirt, his fingerless gloves rubbing against the skin above the ocean eyed boy's ribs. The raven-haired boy sat back and looked at the wonderful sight.
