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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Voltron:_Legendary_Defender
  Relationship:
      Keith/Lance_(Voltron), Keith/Shiro_(Voltron), Lance/Shiro_(Voltron)
  Character:
      Lance_(Voltron), Keith_(Voltron), Shiro_(Voltron)
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Omega_Verse, Omega_Lance_(Voltron), Alpha
      Keith_(Voltron), Alpha_Shiro_(Voltron), Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      Bottom_Lance_(Voltron), Sklance, shklance_-_Freeform, Past_Sexual_Abuse
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-02 Words: 3919
****** Mated ******
by TakeChampionShen
It wasn't unusual for an Alpha to take a Beta for their mate. In fact, when
Lance was a child, it was becoming a more and more popular practice. 
People began to wonder why the world was designed for Alpha and Omegas to
marry. Why should Alpha's have to subject themselves to such needy beings who
were meant for one thing only: to bear children? 
Why should Beta's have to go their whole lives without the pleasure of a knot?
They missed out on the powerful hormones given to everyone else at birth...
That didn't mean that they shouldn't miss out on Alphas.
After years of festering, years of the governments of the world refusing
marriage certificates to unique relationships, and years of deaths due to poor
healthcare and police brutality: the world exploded. When Lance was six, there
was a social revolution. 
Betas didn't want to just marry Betas, nor did they want to be called thieves
for marrying Alphas or Omegas. 
Omegas didn't want to just marry Alphas and they were sick and tired of getting
blamed for their own rapes.
As for Alphas... What did they have to fight for? They were superior. They
could force an Omega in heat; they're just built that way. They could have
Betas---good for them! They weren't slaves to their hormones. They could have
each other, why wouldn't they want to?
Unfortunately, the revolution rebounded---changing from rights for Betas and
Omegas---to a massive overcorrection on behalf of the Betas. Basically, when
they applied a nearly worldwide caste system to appease the rebels and end the
revolution, Omega's got screwed. 
They poured buckets of money on research about Omegas like how to induce heats
and how to find Omegas before their heats. 
It was a gruesome process. Thanks to the research, Alphas could be found at
birth. Omegas and Betas could only be found at age eight. 
Lance had been eight when he got the injection.
His mama held his hand. He didn't know why---she told him everything would be
fine. He would be a Beta; everyone in their family was. 
So why was she holding his hand? It was one injection and nothing would
happen. 
But something did---Lance paled, his body shutting down for a moment, then a
strong heat hit every inch of him. It wasn't even like a normal heat, it was
induced, so it was faster---the desire hitting so fast it was pure pain and
torment beyond what an eight year old could understand.
When Lance woke up, he wasn't holding his mama's hand anymore. He was put in a
school. 
He studied Omega biology---he learned to take care of himself to make his
owners happy. He then studied Beta and Alpha biology for the same reasons. 
For his first few years there, Lance learned to serve Caste Three: a Two-Beta
relationship. They taught them to take pleasure, not succumbing to their
instincts, by tying their hands to opposite walls and sticking toys in them.
Lance resisted at first, tugging at the chains as he was abused by machines on
both ends. But eventually he learned to take it. He learned to breath through
it.
Lance's Beta masters would not want an overly hormonal Omega. 
The next two years were his Caste Two training: a Beta and an Alpha. Lance
learned how to take it restrained with a much larger toy in his ass. It was
much rougher. It simulated a knot half the size as the real thing and Lance
couldn't take it... He cried. Lance was punished for crying. 
Two years later, Lance was trained in Caste One: Two Alphas. It was so brutal
he felt like he would die everyday. There was no relief from the pain or the
pleasure. They'd stick toys in them, start their heats, and throw them in a
pool---because you can't breath with a knot down your throat. The whole time
they drilled the Caste system into his head. 
What an honor it would be to bear the child of two Alphas, rasing the child,
servicing them as time went on. How could could Lance be for his masters? How
could he make them happy? One day, he would leave the school, and he had to
please his masters... If he didn't they might sell him. 
And no couple wanted a used Omega. No, he'd end up with his body for sale, a
different person for each hour of the day, eighteen hours a day. 
Lance put up a front at the school, talking smack about being sold in this
system with the other kids---enjoying their quiet rebellion. But Lance secretly
wanted it. He wanted to grow round, spoiled by two Alphas whose hormones
controlled them as much as his own did. He wanted to raise their baby, loving
it and caring for it so much it overtook him.
Lance graduated at the top of his class, making him Caste One Guaranteed---
almost. 
His photo would be thrown in with thousands of others---distributed to the
rich; who were usually Caste One relationships. 
When Lance turned fourteen, his profile went out. 
He waited anxiously, he would be going home soon. He hadn't had a home since he
was eight, before he'd been taken from his mama in his heat-induced painful
sleep.. But he would be going home soon. 
Lance hadn't yet spent three hours in limbo before he was sold to a Caste One
couple. 
His trainer seemed very pleased. Apparently, the average wait was one or two
days. Not to mention the filters Lance's new owners used to find their Omega,
matched them with three hundred other tanned boys with blue eyes... And some
similar behaviors listed on his file that Lance didn't know about. 
Throughout an Omega's training, the instructors learned the sexual habits of
each Omega and added it to their profile... They didn't tell the Omegas so they
wouldn't ruin it for their masters. 
Lance was flown out from the school in Cuba to an airport in Japan. Lance
waited eagerly, Alphas and Betas watching him, all but drooling. Finally,
Lance's Beta guards spotted his owner. A tall Japanese man named Takashi
Shirogane. He was strong, tall, and muscled. His hair had a mop of white in the
front and a surprisingly attractive scar across his face. He also had a
prosthetic arm from his time served in the Korean army. 
The young Japanese man, about twenty five, approached Lance. The Alpha stood
expectantly in front of his brand new Omega. Lance knelt down, sitting on his
ankles as he was taught. He kept his head down while the Alpha spoke with his
guards. 
The man announced that he had more than enough security to take it from there.
He ran a hand through Lance's hair. He gripped it and had Lance look up at him.
He let his thumb drag down his face and placed it on Lance's bottom lip. Lance
opened his mouth, first licking the bottom of Takashi's thumb, then taking it
all in at once. He sucked with meticulous movements, showing him what he could
do. 
The man took his thumb out if his mouth. "Call me Shiro... My husband's going
to love you."
"Thank you, Shiro."
If Shiro was impressed Lance spoke Korean, he didn't show it. Perhaps Lance's
languages were listed in his profile. Or maybe all Omega's learned how to speak
the languages where the richest dwelled, such as Mandrin, Japanese, Spanish,
English, and Korean. Shiro took him to a private plane, which flew them to
Lance's knew home: South Korea. 
Shiro and Lance took a detour on their way to the apartment for Keith's
present. Lance knew better than to talk, but Shiro told him all about Keith
anyway.
Lance was soon dressed up in a sexy white lingerie outfit with mesh, straps,
and intricate designs. Lance could see Shiro wanted to do something to him then
and there, but he patiently took Lance out if the store---who he'd wrapped
generously in a trench coat---and to the apartment. 
When Lance walked into the loft, Keith was on a laptop. Lance knew him from his
file. Keith Kogane, eighteen. 
He looked more beautiful than his photo. 
"He's here!" Keith exclaimed, shutting the laptop. 
"It gets better than that," Shiro said, his hands on Lance's shoulders. 
When Shiro squeezed, Lance obediently untied the belt and shed the trench
coat. 
He dropped it to the floor, standing there with bronze skin shining through the
white lingerie. Keith's face turned red, his mouth hanging open. 
Keith approached him cautiously, not touching him, but sending shocks through
his entire body nonetheless. "You know me so well."
Shiro laughed. 
"Do you think everything in that file was true?"
"It should be." Shiro kissed his husband, passionately and strong. 
Keith broke away from the kiss and addressed Lance. "Do you really not know
what was in your profile?"
"No..." Lance hesitated. No, sir? Master?
"Keith."
Lance smiled, his natural expression having had molded into a sexy, flirty
smile long ago. "Keith."
Keith rubbed Shiro's chest. "How soon until his heat?"
"They softly induced almost six hours ago, so soon."
Keith licked his lips. "Put on a show for us."
"Good plan, Keith," Shiro gestured to the bedroom, leading Lance there with a
hand on his lower back. 
Lance could feel the drugs kicking in. Thank goodness they were soft, only
meant to happen hours later---because no matter how hard Lance tried, the full
inducement always had him crying on the floor. 
"You're more beautiful in person, Lance," Keith said, then turned to Shiro.
"I'm so excited."
"Can you feel it, Keith?" Shiro asked, his voice heavy---an Alpha's control
leaking through it. "His heat coming?"
Lance settled himself at the foot of the bed, Shiro and Keith climbed in
together, constantly touching. Their hands kept grazing each others skin,
eagerly trying to touch and feel pleasure, but not without Lance. 
"Yes," Keith bit his lip. "I can smell it,"
Shiro grabbed Keith's face and kissed him again, their lips fighting each other
for dominance, neither of them winning. Lance felt desire and arousal
overtaking him at the sight. And thankfully, Lance didn't have to conceal the
fact. 
Lance started to touch himself, dragging his hands all over his body, moaning
softly as he did. He turned around, showing them every angle. 
When he turned back around he had stopped grazing his hands over his skin and
started tugging on his lingerie. He wanted it off, but he knew better than to
remove it---some Alphas wanted to do that for him. 
"God," Shiro exclaimed. "It smells better than I thought."
Lanced moans turned to desperate mewls, he was so hot... So hot. He wanted the
clothes off, the unbearable heat pooled in his stomach, demanding he lunge to
the bed, putting himself on display for the two Alphas. 
"Shiro..." Keith moaned. 
"Go," Shiro gasped. "I'll watch."
"You sure?" Keith breathed, his hands gripping Shiro's waist. 
"Yes. You think I haven't learned to control myself with you around all the
time?"
Keith climbed eagerly out of bed and stood next to Lance. Lance didn't mean to,
but he mewled as the Alpha's scent got closer. He'd never been around an Alpha
before. 
"Keith..." Lance moaned, holding his hands over his stomach as he swayed. 
"Take off the lace," Keith exhaled. "Slowly."
Lance nodded. He kept opening and closing his mouth, breathing heavily through
his mouth. 
"God, that's so hot," Keith said as Lance unhooked the guarders from his
piece. 
Lance had to put all of his focus in it---but he managed to strip slowly. He
peeled the lingerie off, his sweat touching the cool air. Keith moaned as
Lance's skin became more exposed, his Omega scent filling the room. Keith's
hands touched his stomach, the Alpha lunging and touching him before he could
restrain himself. 
"Leave those on," Keith said, gesturing to the lacey panties. They cupped his
crotch and curved around his cheeks. 
Lance moaned and leaned into it, letting Keith stroke his skin. He heard Shiro
moaning behind him, but he didn't look. He was Keith's---for now. Keith leaned
forward, licking the glands on Lance's neck. Lance mewled---high pitched and
loud. He'd never made that sound before. 
"Fuck, Keith, look at that."
Keith pulled away, his lips parted and his face red. "Where?"
"Behind him, he's soaking through. Show him, Lance."
Lance braced his hand on Keith's shoulder, turning himself so that both Keith
and Shiro could see the slick soaking through his lace item. 
"Jesus, you're dripping," Keith growled. He grabbed Lance's chest by the sides,
squeezing hard. 
"Let me feel, push him here." 
Keith guided Lance to the edge of the bed. He pushed Lance's shoulders down,
making him arch his back. A jolt went through Lance's body as Shiro's
fingertips touched his hole. 
Lance was wiggling slightly as he tried to keep himself from grinding on
Shiro's hand. 
"Go ahead, Lance," Shiro said huskily. 
Lance keened in Keith's ear as his ground down on Shiro's hand. But Shiro's
hand kept giving under his movements, causing the pressure to be very temporary
and light. 
"Please..." 
"Keith, get his neck," Shiro ordered. "I want to smell you on him." 
Keith captured Lance just below his jaw, sucking and licking, overwhelming
Lance. After all his training---all the toys, Lance had never prepared himself
for the real thing. He assumed the machines were simulating sex and pleasure
perfectly. 
They weren't. 
"Lance?"
"Yes, Shiro?" Lance responded. 
"God, don't give me that robotic response. Relax, stop thinking."
"Yes---Okay..."
Keith laughed against his neck. "That's better."
"Do you want me to touch you?" Shiro asked. 
"Yes!" Lance didn't hesitate. 
"So ask me to."
"Please touch me, Shiro."
Shiro applied pressure upwards, making Lance groan and clutch into Keith's
body. 
"S---Sorry, Keith---"
Shiro stopped touching him, making him whine from the ended pleasure. 
"No, none of that. If you want something, ask. Grab onto him, enjoy it."
Lance nodded. "Sorry---"
"No," Shiro reminded him. "Don't apologize."
Lance laughed. "Sorry," He said in a joking tone.
Shiro paused, then laughed timidly. Keith put his hand on Lance's cheek and
smiled, returning to Lance's neck with renewed determination. 
"This is about you," Shiro explained. "Our Omega. Let us do this for you."
Lance nodded. 
Shiro's hand returned, grinding into him, teasing every nerve at his entrance. 
Lance clutched Keith's shoulders, holding on to prevent himself from falling.
Lance felt the combined sensations pool in his gut, sinking lower and lower. He
closed his eyes. 
Keith abruptly pulled away, taking Lance's face in his hands. "Lance, please
don't come yet." 
Lance whimpered. "O---Okay."
"Oh, Keith," Shiro scolded. "Let the Omega come, he'll still be ready for us."
Keith frowned. 
"You forget, my Alpha love, he'll be coming all night but he won't finish
without us." 
Keith palmed Lance through the underwear. 
"Take those things off and make him face me." 
Keith peeled the underwear down to Lance's ankles, thin stands of wet following
it down. Lance groaned as his cock was set free. He stepped out of the
underwear. 
Keith threw them to Shiro on the bed. Lance heard him inhale sharply. "Fuck,
that's good."
Keith bit his lip, turning Lance around to face Shiro on the bed. "You want me
to let him come?"
Keith dragged his hands all over Lance's stomach, then whispered in his ear.
"Touch yourself until you come. Make sure you scream his name."
Lance looked over into Keith's gray eyes. He hadn't noticed before, but they
were beautiful and elegant. His eye shape added to the intensity of his gaze,
making the gray peek through like a color accent to a dark room. 
"Keith?" Shiro asked. 
Lance rested his head on Keith's shoulder, taking in those eyes one more time
before closing his own. He slowly slid his hands down his stomach until he
gripped his member with his right. He moved slowly, imagining Shiro touching
him gently. He parted his lips and sucked in the cold air.
"Shiro..." Lance whispered, his confidence growing as he felt his climax
approach. "Shiro, Shiro. Oh, Shiro." 
He kept his eyes closed, grabbing Keith's hand with his left as he came with a
cry. He relaxed against Keith's chest, keeping his eyes closed. 
Then it all came back. The heat started again, making him cramp and moan, he
opened his eyes---a tear streaking down his face. How could it not be over?
"Come on, Keith," Shiro said. "Bring him over here."
Keith guided Lance to the bed. Shiro instantly brought Lance's lips to his,
kissing him fiercely. Unlike Shiro's kisses with Keith, he established
dominance. Lance melted into the kiss, letting Shiro own his lips, teeth, and
tongue. 
"Can he take us?" Keith wondered. 
Shiro released his hold on Lance's neck. He gently placed Lance's lips on his
own neck---Lance stared sucking and licking, craving his master's sweat.
"I hope so. He should be able to. I just know that I want to feel you there
with me."
"I can do it." Lance pulled a hand around to his aching hole, shoving in two of
his own fingers at once.
Keith cursed at the sight. Lance curled his fingers and scissored himself---
putting on a show for Keith. He added a third after Keith started to rub his
cheeks. 
Before long, his trained Omega hole could take all four of is digits. Keith
sucked in a depp breath  knelt down, putting is face by Lance's dripping hole.
"Lance, it's so hot knowing you haven't taken a knot before." Keith kissed one
of his butt cheeks. 
"I don't think you can both knot me..." Lance mourned. "It's the one thing they
don't train us for."
Shiro started to suck on his neck, trying to lick Keith's scent out of Lance's
skin.
Keith kissed his ass again. "They train you to take two Alpha cocks but not two
knots?"
"No... I haven't even been taught how to take one knot. They believed that
should be our master's privilege." 
Keith cursed, mumbling under his breath. "Shiro, we can't do this to him."
"It'll be okay, Keith," Shiro said between kisses. "You'll have to be his first
knot. But we still take him together."
"Why me?" Keith asked. 
Lance could feel Shiro smirk against his neck. "Because I'm stronger than you--
-I can support him as he comes down."
Lance bit his lip. His joints ere locking up from how tense he was. "It
burns... Please, the drugs get stronger every minute---please just stop it
before it's too much."
Keith hummed. "So you're not even in full heat yet? That's interesting." 
"Keith?" Shiro prodded gently. "It's his first time. Unnatural heats are
painful... We can wait."
Keith didn't show any signs of being disappointed or pleased. Lance felt
Keith's index finger join his and he retracted his hand. Keith fingered him
gently---making sure he was completely stretched. 
"Shiro, he's ready."
Shiro grabbed Lance's face and neck, looking him right in the eyes. Lance
noticed that they were more open and round than Keith's---making his soft brown
eyes gentle and reassuring. 
"Okay, Keith, you first." 
Lance felt the tip of Keith's head touch his entrance and he moaned, mumbling
in Spanish about how good it felt. 
Then Keith pushed in. Lance collapsed against Shiro's chest---Keith's cock in
his ass. 
Lance was meant for one thing: sex. It's how he was born... He was meant to
please his masters---his two Alphas. He was meant to bear them a child. Lance
forgot all of his training when Keith pushed in slowly, his mind now focused on
sex and sex alone. Lance could only think it how it felt to have someone inside
of him. Not a toy, not a machine---a pulsing, fleshy cock. 
Lance moaned weakly against Shiro's chest. 
"Fuck, Shiro. I want to feel you in here too." Keith massaged Lance's ass. 
Shiro caressed Lance's face and positioned him so he could insert his cock into
his ass, right by Keith's. Shiro's cock slid in parallel to his husband's,
stretching Lance so wide he arched his back, squirming between the two men. 
Lance felt so full with both of  inside him---literally fulfilling his duties. 
Then Keith and Shiro started to move. At first, they moved in and out together,
tipping Lance on the brink of insanity. Then, their cocks began to move at the
same pace, alternating between buried in him and pulling out. 
Lance's prostate was constantly being grazed, touched, and massaged. Lance
started moaning---moans he'd never heard come out of his mouth before. 
Because it had never been real. This was real. 
Lance writhed between them, his movements halted by Shiro's powerful arms.
Shiro pinned him to his chest  and forced him to take it still. 
Keith's moans turned ferrel and Shiro pulled out. Shiro grabbed Lance's hair,
pulling him up for a kiss. As Keith pounded into Lance, Shiro kissed him
sweetly. Shiro still owned he kiss, but Lance felt ike it was for him---not
something to control him. 
"Oh, I'm gonna---Lance! You're so good. Can I---Can I knot? Please?" Keith
begged. 
Lance frowned into is kiss with Shiro. Was he asking permission? Did Keith not
know that he owned the Omega?
"He doesn't understand, Keith." Shiro panted. "Just---just knot him before he
feels the pain---we an explain later." 
Lance started to form a question when  knot swelled. He gasped and moaned. His
sighs turning into pleasure-filled screams. Keith's jerky movements went
unnoticed by Lance because his knot kept them together.
Keith started to call out Lance's name when he came. Thick ropes of cum pounded
Lance's insides, filling him with seed to breed with. 
Because Lance's heat as artificial, he started to come down real fast. Keith
slid out of him and laid down on the bed next to Lance and Shiro, face up to
enjoy the view. 
As Lance went limp and panted against Shiro's chest he felt the Alpha slide
back in. He mewled in protest, but Shiro held him tight, sitting up to get
better leverage. 
Lance held his eyes closed as Shiro bounced him on is cock, the head swelling
inside Lance's spent, abused hole. 
Before Lance knew what was happening, he was screaming again. The pleasure was
so good, but something was... wrong. It felt different. It wasn't like anything
he'd felt during his training... It was just good. There was no pain. 
The heat was over and Shiro made Lance feel good. There was no pleasure without
heat, right? But Lance's heat was over...And they ere still having Sex. It was
just sex and it felt so fucking good. Shiro expelled his cum into Lance, mixing
it with his husband's. 
"Shiro?" Keith moaned from the bed. "Bring him back."
Shiro laid down, turning on his side so Lance was between them. Keith stroked
is face. "So beautiful, I had to try so ard not to bite."
Lance crunched his eyebrows. "What?"
Why would Keith try not to bite? In fact, neither of them did. Why hadn't Lance
been mated?
Keith glanced knowingly at his husband. Shiro waved Keith closer, the three of
them laying with their bodies touching. "Sleep, Lance." 
Lance nodded, closing his eyes. He fell asleep with his Alpha owners caressing
his skin... Their cum inside him. 
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