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Two Shadows Went, Chapter 13

Updated: Apr 12, 2019

There was no time for council meetings or war talks now as Lance strapped into Blue. Shiro was back into his pitch black armor again, having previously told Lance his Paladin Uniform was still up with Black.

At his right, Pidge was doing the same as the Green Lion stepped up next to the Blue.

Lance tapped his helmet comms communication on as he glanced back. Shiro settled into the only other available chair and had strapped himself in as well, giving a nod to Lance as the last belt clicked in.

"Blue lion ready to launch."

"Affirmative." came Pidge's voice from the other end. "Green lion is ready to go as well."

"Pidge, you head straight to Hunk's forces." Shiro was commanding through his own comms system at his ear. "Lance —“ His voice was quieter as he spoke to Lance in more of a purr.

Lance wished he could see him, but he refused to look back at him.

"Don't try to be stealthy, just get me up to the Black fleet as fast as you can." Shiro went on. "It's a straight shot from here, I've already had the location downloaded."

Lance tapped away at his locations system bringing it up. "I've got it." He said as he plotted the course. "We'll be there within the hour."

"Launching now," Pidge's voice came through again.

"Launching now," Lance parroted as finally all of his own systems blinked online.

The two lions burst forward running at top speed down the hangars as they headed for the blinding light outside.

Lance pushed his controls harder, picking up the momentum needed—

They shot out of the hangars, soaring up through Altea’s atmosphere like rockets, Blue and Green ripping across the sky as they headed straight up.

Lance could feel his skin buzzing.

It had been a long time since he'd gone to space.


Leveling off, Lance nearly jumped as Shiro leaned in next to him, not even knowing when he'd unbuckled and left his seat.

"It'll be a short trip, The Black Guard fleet isn't far out." Shiro said.

Lance nodded, still recovering from Shiro leaning in so close to him and the control panels before him.

He peeked at Shiro in his black armor as he commented though. "I thought you didn't want me up here."

The question clearly didn't surprise the Black Paladin, but he still seemed to consider before he tipped his head at Lance.

"I didn't say that."

"You told me I was foolish for volunteering to come up here..." Lance pressed hesitantly.

Shiro's face showed little emotion.

"What's changed?" Lance asked.

Nothing — was the obvious answer. From the first time to now — nothing had changed.

"I need to get back up there." Shiro tried.

Lance side-eyed him. "The Green lion is small, she's not that small though."

Shiro didn't seem phased as he looked ahead at the approaching massive ships before them.

"My father will find I'm gone more than likely within the hour as well." Lance's voice took on a bit more reverent tone. "He won't be happy."

Shiro considered for a moment longer. "You wanted to be up here. That's what you told me the last time I saw you."

Lance couldn't disagree. He looked down at the console. His mind raced to figure out -- what would Shiro gain by him being in space with him?

"Do you really need Voltron that badly?" Lance suggested.

For the first time, Shiro looked over at Lance, his brow raising as his head tipped to look at him. "I like your company. I think that's enough to bring you along."

Lance shrugged. "You told me It wasn't safe for me." With a shake of his head, Lance shifted his gaze to fully look at Shiro as well. "The situation hasn't changed — in fact it's the opposite now. There's been another attack, I will be less safe —"

"Away from me?" Shiro cut in. His tone made it clear he was not in agreement with Lance.

Lance nearly narrowed his eyes. It all — was too strange.

"Did you come to retrieve me?" Lance asked softly.

Shiro looked down. Marginally, but enough Lance picked up the aversion.

"I don't prefer your pity." Lance spoke again, "I would have rather stayed in that bed, if this was out of pity, out of you feeling bad."

Shiro voice was so — quiet when he spoke again. "You always assume the worst of me."

The sound of Lance swallowing was loud in his own ears. "I didn't this morning. I considered you sincere this morning."

"Then what changed?" Shiro questioned.

Lance gave the slightest slump of his shoulders. "You came back for me — I appreciate that, but letting me return with you is different. Nothing has changed for you."

"I'm worried about you." Shiro said as his eyes flicked up.

"Are you sure?" Lance's voice cracked. "Because sometimes I'm afraid you're using me."

Shiro nearly growled at him as his teeth bore and he barked back. "I'd never — I just promised you, that would never happen from me.”

"You have." Lance knew his voice trembled. "I want to think you haven't, but you have. I've been a force you've manipulated against Iso as well as my sister now several times."

"That's not how this has happened." Shiro hissed.

"Then how have I misconstrued everything?” Lance shook his head.

Shiro straightened. "I don't think of you like your sister does."

Lance glanced up at him, through his paladins helmet at someone he was so unsure of. "Why did you let me go to the temple with you?"

Shiro's eyes shifted for just a second. "I needed in."

The nod Lance gave was short. "So you used me. If it wasn't with me you would have been discovered back on Altea." Lance’s eyes shifted around the cockpit for just a moment before he looked back to Shiro. "Will you tell me what was there?"

Shiro was so still. He didn't seem to be breathing before he shook his head. "No, I can't."

Lance looked away to the approaching black ship. "Pidge would have been more convenient for this one." Lance concluded. "So why am I here?"

It was a second longer than Lance expected before Shiro spoke. "I want to keep you closer to me."

That — was too sincere. Too much like the Shiro Lance wasn't sure existed anymore.

Shiro slid closer, leaning into fit himself in and nuzzle up against Lance's bond mark. "And I don't want to fight with you."

Lance still didn't look at him, crossing his arms. "Because I'm still in heat. You're still attracted to me." Lance grumbled.

Shiro snorted. "That's a fact that never changes, whether you're in heat or not."

Lance still didn't look up. Shiro calling him pretty clouded his head too fast.

"I just want to know why I'm here." Lance said simply. "I want you to tell me honestly for once."

Shiro straightened again. "I want you here."

"Some Alpha hormonal bull shit isn't like you," Lance hissed, though he knew the venom was already draining from him. He couldn't say he didn't want to be there. He couldn't say he didn't want Shiro to want him there. Those were things he both had dreamed of.

"You said you wanted to be here." Shiro said. He stepped closer to Lance still in the pilot seat. "Please take this as the offering I was trying to give you."

Lance let out a sigh, leaning back in the pilot seat as he reached up to unclip his helmet and pull it off.

From the coms a voice could be heard, "Blue Paladin, you have permission to dock."

The massive black flag ship loomed over them, nearly engulfing the entire view from the Blue Lion. Lance tipped his head to look out at the darkness swallowing him up.

"I'd feel better about all of this if you'd just tell me," Lance huffed.

Shiro let out a huffed growl as he approached Lance again. He leaned down and pressed his neck in, rubbing his scent glands against Lance's, smearing his smell over Lance and sending a shivering chill through Lance. Lance considered just looking away but he turned into the scent marking, meeting Shiro as he looked up.

Lance saw the dark gathering storm of Shiro's eyes before Shiro leaned back in again.

The kiss he pressed in was short, but Lance squeezed his eyes shut and his hands grabbed out for Shiro — but all too quickly it was over, Shiro slipped out of Lance’s fingers and he was straightening.

The lion was already being guided into the hangars.

Left in the pilot seat, Lance looked around as Shiro was already walking back to the exit.

"Maybe I shouldn't step out," Lance murmured.

Shiro shifted, his face tipped just enough to catch Lance’s eye over his shoulder.

"My father..." Lance trailed.

There wasn't even a pause as Shiro turned back away. "He already knows by now."


"Status report," Shiro's booming voice over the bridge of the long colossal ship nearly startled Lance as he trailed in after him.

He tried to appear subtle as he looked around the bridge — but it was his first time on the bridge of a battleship. It was massive. and so open, they were surrounded by windows to open space on all sides, except behind Lance. There was probably ten other men in the room, all at stations around the bridge.

"A Galra ship has moved through the barricades." A man in a lieutenant’s uniform said as he stepped up to Shiro with brisk, eager strides, a data pad was in his hand as he looked to Shiro. "Two warnings have been issued, and three cruisers have given pursuit."

Shiro took the data pad immediately and started scrolling through. "Why was the ship not shot down? The sirens only spark on Altea if something has entered the Altean outer orbit."

The soldiers around all looked up at Shiro, Looking directly up at him from their posts and control panels around the bridge.

"They are in Altea’s outer orbit." The lieutenant admitted, his hands went back around to clasp behind him.

Shiro stopped, his head resigning as he looked back across the bridge to the lieutenant. "And they're still there for what reasonings?"

The lieutenant stiffened a bit more. There was an uncomfortable shifting in the room, the men around all seemed to hang suspended as their eyes darted from Shiro and the commanding lieutenant.

Lance’s eyes went to Shiro, drifting a few steps forward from the cover of the shadows in the entryway.

The lieutenant raised his chin, further perfecting his soldierly form.

"Her highness the Princess Allura insisted we issue further warnings and cruisers to only track."

The look on Shiro's face was becoming familiar, aggravation and slowly stewing anger were there.

"And their last known locations?" Shiro asked.

There was a pause this time.

Lance inched forward. If his sisters news had been hard to deliver than what could be worse. He had a fascination he was finding as well with watching Shiro as he was then. The man that was always nearly purring with Lance and smiling was so different as he stood straight backed and stoic.

"They've landed, sir," one soldier from behind Shiro answered.

Shiro turned, his narrow eyes baring down on the man. "On Altea?" The rise of his voice gave a hint of shock.

"No, sir.” The lieutenant jerked a step forward.

Shiro swiveled back.

Lance felt like his feet had grown into the floor, his body heavy lead, impossible to move, as his eyes darted with the conversation.

"They've landed on Mai." The lieutenant admitted.

Lance sucked in a breath.

There were two moons of Altea, Varr and Mai. Neither were exactly the lush and plentiful atmosphere of Altea. But only Varr was inhabitable.

For a moment, there was nothing from Shiro. But Lance could see the way his jaw tightened. It was the same way it had happened before Shiro had bowled into Lance the first time he'd scent marked him. It was a sort of stalwart resolve that Lance had never seen from anyone else.

The Black Paladin surged forward, handing off the data pad as he passed the lieutenant and headed straight for the door where Lance was.

"Alert the other Paladins, Voltron will be going in," Shiro motioned to Lance to follow him. "I'm assuming all fighters are standing by outside of Mai's orbit."

Jumping to, Lance stepped unto Shiro’s side, walking next to him as he led to the hangars again.

"Sir," the lieutenant’s voice held that same quality.

It stopped Shiro as well, looking back over his shoulder, with a lowered brow.

"Sir," the lieutenant nearly sighed."I'm afraid we can't summon all five Paladins — Paladin Iso has already landed on Mai, in pursuit."

There was another pause from Shiro, seeming to process for another moment. He looked surprised. Lance couldn’t look away. If for no other reason — Shiro didn’t look disappointed.

"We should get down there for support." Lance slipped in, looking to Shiro.

There wasn't a reaction for a moment, and Lance wondered if his efforts to get response had failed.

"Are there any coms getting through the atmosphere?" Shiro asked.

That was the problem. Mai was uninhabitable because though it's milky atmosphere that lit up in the night sky. It was unfortunately, an explosively chaotic atmosphere. The oxygen levels were too high for anything with an exhaust system, and its metallic quality scrambled any signals, depending on the coverage. Any sort of storm and a ship could lose all navigation as well as communications.

The small moon was also the linchpin to holding both Altea and Varr in inhabitable orbit.

It was why, with such a volatile linchpin, Altean law prohibited any interference with Mai. Any sort of traffic was purposefully directed a generous distance from the moon.

"The eastern hemisphere of Mai has heavy coverage, it's expected to develop into a storm." A soldier put in.

Shiro did not look enthused, but he still gave a swift nod. Lance’s eyes narrowed on him, his own breath conscious as he watched the thoughtful expression form on his mates face. The Paladins were the only ones that could get onto Mai under storm.

With a clipping turn, Shiro was striding back to the hangers. "The remaining Paladins will go in than."

The lieutenant next him hopped to as Shiro continued to issue orders.

"I want coms checked every thirty minutes, our initial goal is to establish contact with Red. I want this ship steered to Mai's orbit. Put fighters at every angle and nothing besides a Paladin is to emerge from that moon without immediate seizure."

Lance stopped as the others went ahead, looking back through the the milky moon just outside of the ship. For how serene it looked, Lance often forgot that it was also hazardous.

He turned back after a moment to head back into the hangars.


When Lance’s Lion booted up and his control panel lit up, Lance immediately reached forward to slide his hands into the controls.


A video comms opened up to Lance’s right and he glanced over. It was a private line.

Shiro pulled on his helmet, already in his Black Paladin’s armor. The interior of the Black Lion shown violet around him, lighting at the edges of his face. "I don't want to engage any Galra forces."

Lance paused. "I thought that was the point of this."

"No," Shiro shook his head. "We retrieve Iso, we leave."

Lance's gaze narrowed, "and just let the Galra take Altea's closest moon? Shiro that's insane —“

"Mai is not the place for a fight," Shiro insisted. Lance could see there was more, there was a lot more he wanted to say in the way his jaw clenched. But Lance already knew what it was about. His sister had caused this. No doubt Iso had been overly confident in his appeal that he could handle it alone.

"We will draw them out from Mai once we've regrouped, but I don't want anything fired at them."

Lance could agree that was wise, looking over the situation.

"You want Voltron to handle this?" Lance asked.

Shiro blinked a couple of times, his face not quite readable. "I want this to end without repercussion."

Lance huffed. "We might be past that."

Shiro's eyes looked around, distant as he scanned the cockpit. "We can draw them out with Voltron."

Lance sat back, his chin fit over his fisted hand. "I'm not entirely clear how they got there." He admitted. "How did Allura let them this close?"

This time when Shiro looked up, it was clear he was thinking the same. "We retrieve Iso first."

Lance nodded. That's all he needed was to understand where Shiro was coming from. He reached back forward to his controls. "Roger that, I'll search with sonar once we've broken atmosphere."

The up quirk of Shiro's smile was enough to send Lance's heart fluttering, and his eyes lit on Lance. "The Black lion is clear for launch.”

The vid comm cut out, and Lance smiled to himself as he voiced, "Blue Lion is clear to launch.”


Hunk and Pidge met them at the outer orbit and Shiro gave the order to plunge in.

"Pidge, is there anything getting through," Shiro’s voice rang through Lance’s comms as he descended through the milky thick clouds.

It was like soaring through cotton candy. The clouds parted before them but it was nearly like they were cutting through them. Lance looked to his left, Hunk was less than twenty feet from him and Lance had to squint to make him out.

Iso had plowed in through this? Alone? What had he been thinking?

"Wind speeds are nearly at 120 mph at ground level." Pidge came through. "Even if comms could make it through the storm would make the reception shaky at best."

Lance glanced to his right. The massive looming form of the Black Lion was close enough Lance could still make it out as they speared through the clouds.

“Let's try and stick together then." Shiro said. "The last thing we need is for another Paladin to get lost."

Lance smirked. He could hear the sarcasm in Shiro's voice. It was a comforting thought, knowing he could pick up on his mates annoyances and lifts at that point.

"Do you wanna go all the way to the ground?" Hunk cut in.

Lance winced, his connection was already fuzzing up, static crackling across the line as Hunk’s voice faded just a tad.

"We're gonna have to I'm afraid," Pidge's voice came in.

“What?" Hunk sounded a bit panicked. "Why?"

"We can't rely on the tech to find Iso." Shiro said. "So that just leaves us Lance's Sonar."

"And I need something to vibrate off of." Lance finished.

Hunk was already sighing on the other end. "The ground sounds the least safe."

Lance nearly chucked. His friend was right. If there were Galra still alive on the small moon, they would be on the surface.

"Switch on all external lighting," Shiro ordered.

Lance reached up and flicked his on. Amongst the clouds, on either side of Lance, a brilliant gold and purple lit up next to him and beyond through the clouds green illuminated the shape of the divine lion.

There was another audible sigh from Hunk before to Lance's left, yellow lit up throughout the clouds. "That's it, let’s just announce our presence to anyone in the vicinity."

"We're not here to engage," Shiro reminded, though there was a lift of amusement in his voice.

“Right, we're just rolling in like Lighthouses so everyone can know to stay away," Hunk grumbled.

Lance snickered.

The wind jostled against the Blue Lion, forcing Lance to refocus, though his hands gripped tighter at his controls.

"We're approaching ground level." Pidge informed them. "Be prepared to--" Suddenly it was just fuzz.

"Pull up!" Shiro barked.

But it was too late and Lance veered off as a Galra cruiser streaked past him. In the thin clouds, it was suddenly pure chaos as he heard the fire of a Galra gun before Lance yanked his controls into a hairpin turn.

"Hunk!" Lance hissed as he saw the knife like cruiser headed straight for his friend.

The massive yellow lion spared no effort though as it slammed into the cruiser, jarring it off course and sending it spiraling. Lance jerked his controls back, following its movement till — an explosion lit up through the clouds and Lance slammed the controls down, veering his dear Blue straight down.

The atmosphere lit up suddenly, the explosion setting off in a chain all around them though the air

Lance's lion dove straight to the dirt, sinking in as much as he dare force it as the world around him was jarred and lit brilliantly. He let out a cry as comms cut out in a shrill electronic cry through his ears and he ripped off his helmet.

The explosions around him gave another booming crack around him and Lance was knocked about in the cabin, his ears rung and he was tossed back across his cockpit, thrown as the lion was tossed about.

Lance let out a gasp as he landed back against the back of the cockpit, his mouth dropping open as his back was slammed against the wall and he tumbled to the floor.

Then — it quieted.

It was several long seconds before Lance could pull himself up. He looked around for a second before the beeping alarm for the pilot seat set off.

Beep beep beep!

Lance dragged his eyes to the window. He was on the ground, his lion half dug into the soil in an attempt to stay relatively stable. He'd clearly failed. And he feared what had happened to his companions. Lance had at least time to point his lion down.

Beep beep beep!

A hiss involuntarily forced from Lance's locked teeth as he pushed up from the floor.

Beep beep beep!

With a steading hand on the wall, he managed up to his feet before stumbling forward.

Beep beep beep!

Lance crashed into his pilot’s chair before fumbling around to the switch off the alarm.

Beep bee--

Finally quiet, Lance gave a huff and sat back in his chair. The controls were still all lit up before him, so that was good. That meant there was probably very little damage sustained.

He just felt like he'd been sent through a blender.

Lance found his helmet, pulling it on as he switched the comms back on.

It was dead silent.

"Running systems check now on the Blue Lion," Lance said.

There was still nothing.

His hands moved across the controls, switching on the automatic diagnostics check.

"We've reached the ground," Lance went on, "and the explosion seems to have cleared away most of the cloud cover."

It was true, around him, Lance could see a good 100 yards in all directions.

"There's no signs of any of the other lions or their Paladins."

The comms stayed quiet still.

Lance's eyes darted around the landscape again as he swallowed thickly.

"Hunk?" He tried, placing his hands on the controls, he maneuvered the lion up and out of the sand, turning to survey all around him. "Pidge?"

There was still nothing. Nothing but sand. Mai was not a lovely planet moon on the surface. The barren sandy planet just stretched white all around Lance. It was so beautiful to look at from the night sky, but stepping out into the terrible wind storms of the planet told an entirely different story.

Lance stilled. If he moved, he feared it would be frantic, so he forced himself to stay still to keep a watchful eye out as he carefully got his Lion back up on solid ground.

It was after a few more moments that Lance finally reached forward.

His fingers shook as he opened up a direct video communication with the Black lion.

"Answer," he hissed under his breath. "just answer."

The dotted line indicating a connection try — suddenly exed out and an error message appeared. 'Connection could not be established.'

Lance breathed out slow.

Okay. He should have expected that. Pidge had said there was nearly no way comms could be getting through on the ground.

Lance leaned forward, leaning his hands over the thruster controls.

"Lets go get him then," He breathed to himself before he pushed the lion forward and into action.


Lance had one advantage over his companions.


Lance slipped the helmet’s visor down, the crisp blue lines and figures coming to life as he punched in the commands — Blue skidded to a stop before opening her mouth and letting out a fierce roar.

The mapping around Lance lit up and he scanned across the geography. They were in a mess of canyons and jagged rocky outcroppings, Lance was lucky he'd landed where he had.

Then suddenly there was a connection ping, and Lance's gaze hooked around — just as there was a second ping.

Hopeful, Lance breathed out before placing his hands on the thrusters he reared Blue back and she roared again.

Exactly the same one ping, a spark on the map about three miles away with a second nearly right next to it.

Right. That was Lance's best bet.

He yanked the controls back to him and Blue shot out across the sand.

Lance swallowed again as he set Blue's speed. Shiro was okay. He had to be. Lance's hand still shaking lifted to his neck, just under the neck of his tight black shirt was the mark, and Lance's fingers alighted over it.

If Shiro was — if anything happened Lance would know it. They were connected. Like lightning, Shiro had soudered their souls together. There was no way anything could have happened to him without Lance knowing.

Lance flipped on the comms again and spoke into the helmet again. "This is the Blue Paladin. I've used sonar to detect two signatures on my display roughly 2 miles from here, I'm on my way, if any other Paladins are out there please disclose your location."

Lance waited again.

There was nothing.

He grit his teeth and leaned farther into the controls, pushing the Blue Lion faster.

Clouds were rolling back in though, the wind was howling out around the lion, Lance could feel the force of it even through his lion.

He pushed her on though, even as his visibility limited 50 feet, then 20 then--

Lance gave a yelp as he jerked Blue back away from a towering shelf of rock looming over head.

Blue let out another roar, reestablishing their coarse as she continued.

Lance squinted, without sonar, there was no way he'd be able to move, as it was Blue still seemed surprised every now and then at an outcropping of rock or a boulder.

They were no longer pushing through sand though, Lance could feel as Blue’s paws started to pound over the solidified rock that was unearthed. Their path was narrowing as well, the cloud cover was still dense but the milky puffs were shadowed as Blue pushed them deeper through the canyon.

Lance tried the comms again. "This is the Blue Paladin, I am in pursuit of two signatures. If you can, disclose your location."

Blue leaped around a corner of the rock and in deeper to the canyon. As they veered in deeper the fog was finally thinning until.

Lance nearly swore from relief under his breath.

At a dead end of the canyon, was the massive form of the Black Lion.

"Shiro," Lance breathed into the comms before --

Blue slowed though. Lances hand’s on the thrusters going still.

Red was there too, only...

Black stood proud and strong but not ten feet away lay the crumpled form of the Red Lion, sprawled out on its side.

Lance leaned closer as his breath caught.

Neither of the lions were active.

Because Shiro was standing there, his signature white forelock jostled in the wind, and lit with the glow of his hand. At his feet — was Iso.

From where Lance was — he couldn't move, his eyes wide, he couldn't get himself to move.

The light of Shiro's hand winked out as he stepped closer over Iso's form.

Like the Red Lion, Iso was sprawled out on his side — but his armor — whatever had happened, his armor was in pieces and dark red was smeared across the stone he lay upon.

Lance felt like his throat was closing up, but he couldn't take his eyes away from the scene.

Suddenly — the green light indicting open comms lit up and through the static Lance could hear both Hunk and Pidge's frantic voices reading in their locations.

Lance didn't pay attention though as Shiro lifted his hand to his ear and spoke, his words ringing clearly in Lance's helmet.

"This is the Black Paladin. I've found the Red Paladin."

Lance gasped for air finally.

"I'm afraid we weren't in time," Shiro's voice was eerily level, collected to the point of near rehearsal.

Lance swallowed as he gulped down air.

"Iso is dead."


Lance hurdled himself from the Blue Lion. Still fifty feet away, Lance ran as hard as he could, and just as surprised Shiro turned — Lance crashed into him.

"Lance," Shiro gasped.

Lance clung to him though.

"You're alive." Lance breathed. "You're alive."

"I'm fine," Shiro tucked his head into Lance, his arm going around Lance. His breath was a comfort across Lance’s scalp. "It's alright."

Lance squeezed his eyes shut a moment more.

Shiro's arms both wrapped around him.

He didn't want to admit it. He didn't want to notice — but as Shiro's metal arm slid across Lance's waist, it was hot. It was brandingly hot.


"Backup is already on the way," Shiro said briskly. "I'm sure Pidge has already radioed up with the details."

"We can't just leave him out there like that." Lance murmured as Shiro led them back to the Black Lion.

Shiro glanced back behind them, Where Iso had been a black tarp weighed down with rocks had been placed over his body.

"He's not gonna care," Shiro's tone was cold enough Lance nearly shivered. Shiro turned back to the Black Lion, "Come on, let's get out of the wind."

Lance's gaze still lingered on the fallen Paladin. At one edge of the tarp, a lone blood-smeared hand was visible, the wind whipped at the edges and flapped at the covering, despite the hands eerie stillness.

It was harder than he expected to face back forward and follow after Shiro.

Shiro had waited for him at the hoist. As Lance approached, Shiro held out his hand. Lance stepped up to him and slid his fingers in — before Shiro yanked Lance in next to him, gripping him tightly before the crane hoisted them up and into the Black Lion's cockpit.

"Shiro," Lance started as they were bathed in deep luminous purple light. "You haven't told me what happened."

Lance opened his mouth again to speak but as his eyes lifted to Shiro's — he was suddenly thrust back, hitting the wall before Shiro was on him, His hand at Lance's chin holding him there as he pressed in a fierce kiss.

The rush of it had Lance grasping onto Shiro as he leaned into the kiss.

Both of Shiro's hands moved down to Lance's hips and pushed them back against the wall, pressing Lance into it.

"Shiro," Lance broke off. His hands smoothed up over Shiro's armor, framing up around his face. "How did this happen?"

His eyes were dark. Lance wasn't sure he'd ever seen Shiro's eyes so dark as he looked down at Lance. His face cast in shadow didn't help.

The shake of Shiro's head was his only answer, before he was on Lance again, like he was hungrily devouring him up. His arms went around Lance, and a deep growl thumbed through him. Lance let out a sound of surprise as abruptly Shiro hoisted him up.

Without a choice on balance, Lance locked his legs around Shiro's hips, keeping himself up as his ams scrambled around Shiro's neck.

"Shiro, baby," Lance spoke as he managed to break the kiss again.

He was still close enough to feel his breath, feel as his nose skimmed against Lance's neck, could hear the gravely texture in Shiro's voice.

"You still — you smell so good." Shiro's voice was near a whisper, spoken against Lance's throat.

Nearly dropping entirely into his arms, Lance could feel the effect the comment had over him. "I'm still -" He breathed out shakily. "I mean I'm probably still..."

Shiro's hand surged up to Lance's face, powerful grip keeping him still before Shiro balanced Lance against the wall of the cockpit before he leaned his head back, exposing his own scent glands. Lance keened at the sight and adjusted his arms around Shiro's neck, leaning in to press a nearly impossibly soft kiss to one, his hand coming up to pet against Shiro’s cheek as he did. Immediately Shiro gave a deep rumbling chuff —

And Lance was thrust up against the wall, harder this time, before Shiro was moving into him. Lance's eyes squeezed shut as Shiro pressed hard into him, his head immediately cocked as he rubbed his scent gland across Lance’s throat, marking him.

Lance opened his mouth again to try and speak but Shiro was faster, Yanking him down into a kiss.

This time when Lance was hoisted up, Shiro gripped his thighs and pulled him from the wall.

Without another option, Lance gasped as he held on.

Lance's heartbeat picked up again, his breath starting to come in pants.

“Shiro," he managed against his mates neck again. He wasn't sure it would make a difference, he'd barely paid Lance mind till then.

"We can wait," Lance hissed. "Let's just get back to the ship--"

His limbs flailed as Lance was dropped back into the enormous Black Lion's pilot seat.

Eyes wide as he looked up at Shiro, Lance swallowed.

Shiro was leaning in, giving Lance no time to even catch his breath. Lance's hand shook as he raised it to Shiro's shoulders. Bent over him, Lance moved his leg so Shiro could rest a knee at the edge of the seat.

It was — strange as Shiro moved in again. His hands were rough, pushing Lances legs up and manhandling him against the seat so Shiro could push them closer together — but they also... Shiro's mouth at Lance's neck was soft. Lance's head fell back as he breathlessly tried to catch up and Shiro took full advantage, pressing his mouth over Lance's neck, dragging his teeth across his throat with a rumbling alpha growl.

Lance raised his hand into tangle with Shiro’s hair, but Shiro moved his hands away almost immediately.

As if Lance participating in Shiro’s claiming was — not wanted? Lance's brow furrowed, and he yanked his hand from Shiro’s hold to plant on his chest.

It wasn't till Lance firmly pushed against the Black Paladin that Shiro pulled back, his mouth open for his own panting breaths.

Lance shook his head as his gaze finally met the cold black staring down at him.

“What—?" Lance tried.

Shiro didn't answer. His eyes still barring over Lance.

"Shiro?" the crackling voice lit up through the Black Lion.

They both jolted and Shiro jerked his head back to the control panel.

"Video," Lance nervously tried to push himself up in the seat, his hands fumbling at the armrest.

Shiro was already on it though as he snatched at the control panel disabling all video comms.

"Shiro?" the voice came through again and Lance recognized it as Pidge this time.

For a moment, Lance thought he was off the hook, before Shiro reached forward, flicked at a button — the center panel of the controls before them went entirely dark.

Lance cocked his head, "I didn't know you could — woooahhh!"

He was picked up again, and this time slammed across the control panel much rougher. He gasped at air, blinking rapidly to sort through what had just — Shiro behind him blanketed over Lance, his hands coming up and carefully sliding in at either side of Lance’s head, trapping him there against the glass surface.

“Yeah, Pidge?" Shiro's voice was surprisingly under control.

"We're having trouble getting a reading on Lance."

Lance looked back behind himself, lifting his head from the glass — only for it to be pushed back down, his cheek pressed over the polished surface, as Shiro’s fingers thread through his hair.

"Don't worry, he's with me." Shiro said calmly again.

This scene seemed — too familiar. Lance's brow creased. He wasn't fond of situations like this.

He pushed his arm back out, opening his mouth —

And Shiro descended on him immediately. With one hand he snatched up Lance’s arm before the other had Lance up and off the control panels surface and wrapped around him to clamp over his mouth.

"They don't need to know," Shiro whispered at Lance's ear.

Lance was pressed back into the Black Paladin, though as Shiro kicked his legs apart, Lance was forced to brace his hands out in front of him on the control panel.

"His lion isn't responding," Pidge said agitatedly.

"I'll have Lance get back to you momentarily." Shiro said. Shiros gaze flicked to Lance and his eyes narrowed. He looked like—he was deciding something.

Lances own brow lowered and he tried to pull out of Shiro’s grasp again.

Shiro’s hold on him only tightened before his expression seemed to rest into a sort of acceptance. "He's checking over systems at the moment, he hit the dirt pretty hard at that explosion."

Lance's brow lowered. This time he knew he was glowering up at Shiro.

They hadn't spoken — how did Shiro know Lance's lion had been pitched into the ground?

The glare earned him a cock of Shiro's head before he was leaning forward. Using his hand over Lance’s mouth, he leveraged Lance's head back so Shiro could open his mouth and easily run his tongue over the bond mark in an open mouthed kiss.

Lance shivered so hard, he nearly felt like he'd shake apart.

Almost immediately, Shiro was nuzzling into Lance's hair, and inhaling deep.

Right, a rush of hormones through Lance would set off another wave of pheromones. Though Lance still uneasily tried to balance himself. This wasn't the heat sickness still, it couldn't be — and yet, Shiro was all over him, his hands holding him firmly and his mouth molding over him every free moment.

"I've just talked to Hunk," Pidge's voice rang back through again, "We're on our way."

"Copy that." Shiro said, though for the first time, his mouth against Lance's neck, he voice for once held the smallest breathy quality. "We'll be here."

"We've got your locations, we'll be there soon enough," Pidge signed off.

Shiro reached forward and switched off the comms, in doing so releasing his hand over Lance’s mouth.

Lance gasped for breath, his chest heaving as he looked up over the man still holding him upright.

"A Paladin just died." Lance gasped.

Shiro didn't seem to hear him as he pushed forward, pushing Lance back over the control panels.

"I highly doubt this is exactly —“ Lance gasped as one of Shiro's hand spread over the small of his back and the other, metal and cold moved over his neck and pulled him up into a back bend.

There was a breath at Lance's ear before Shiro spoke.

“Shut—" another breath, "up."

Shiro let Lance drop back to the control panel.

Catching himself, Lance bowed his head against the glass and Shiro lurched over him again, his breath still hot at his skin. His hands moved over Lance’s suit, like — it was in a way that made him tense. It didn't feel like affection. It felt like possession.

Lance shifted his elbows under him, holding himself up against the panel as Shiro pressed in closer. He bucked his hips in against Lance, causing him to hiss as his face screwed up.

Lance’s palm flatten over the glass and he felt as underneath him the glass fogged up with his breath.

Abruptly the comms lit up, indicating there was someone trying to get through.

Lance lifted his head as just outside dust and sand whirled up into the air as the Yellow Lion slowly descended into a landing.

Shiro stepped away from Lance, reaching to the comms.

"We'll be right out." He didn't flick the communications on, only sent his message before switching them back off.

With a long exhale, Lance pushed up from the controls and straightened.

Without hesitation, Shiro was there, his hand at Lance’s waist, his hands still a bit rough as he moved Lance back to stand.

Lance glowered at the floor. "My —“ He swallowed down the sneer in his voice, clearing his voice before he tried again more evenly. "My sisters fiancé is dead."

Shiro hummed. His face didn't change.

Shooting a look at him, Lance fully straightened. "What happened?" He demanded.

Face still unchanging, Shiro shook his head. "I don't know."

Lance's brow lowered as he took his own step into Shiro's personal space. "You don't know?" He questioned.

Shiro blinked down at him.

In that moment, Lance loathed the extra couple of inches Shiro had on him.

"I arrived to find the Red Paladin in shreds, as you witnessed yourself."

Lance shook his head. "I didn't see much." His gaze shifted down. "But I did see your arm activated."

Shiro shifted, facing Lance more squarely. "There was no signs of anything around — I needed to be cautious."

"With a weapon only very few know you have," Lance countered, his face set.

There was a moment Shiro seemed to consider, before his face shifted as he shifted tactics. "I didn't kill your sister’s fiancé."

Lance looked away. Now that the words were spoken out loud —

"You hated Iso." Lance spoke in a quiet tone.

"Our differences were apparent, but that doesn't warrant your discrimination." Shiro said quietly in return.

"Your past actions do." Lance said.

"I've never hurt you." The Alpha tone Shiro dipped into rumbled through the room.

"You've hurt people in my name." Lance said. His eyes lifted. "You don't even seem put out this time. You at least were agitated for the others. This time — you're nearly proud."

Shiro lifted his chin. "I found him dead."

Lance shook his head. "You're not acting like someone in grief."

At that remark, Shiro seemed to pause.

"You've stated there was no love lost between the two of us."

Lance stepped away. "He was still a Paladin of Voltron."

Shiro's arm struck out, grabbing at Lance. "I've done nothing that isn't for this kingdom — for you!"

Lance stopped before glancing back at the control panel. "Pardon me if I doubt that."

The metal grip at Lance's wrist held the first time Lance tugged, but as their eyes locked and Lance tugged again, Shiro easily let Lance go.


On Shiro's orders, the Paladins of Voltron returned to Altea.

The body of the Red Paladin, was wrapped in fine deep red linens, the hovering platform lowered down from the ships ramp as the remaining Paladins trailed behind.

Shiro's brisk steps quickly led him away and back through the palace hangers. Lance hung back, looking around himself as the procession around him started to form. The lions all stood solemn at the sides of the hangers, the red lion already had a barrier backup surrounding it.

Hunk fidgeted. Even though he himself never seemed to care that much for Iso — he still — he was Hunk. So the frown etched deep in his expression stirred Lance forward.

"We should — " Lance spoke quiet.

Pidge was nearby, stepping closer. She seemed — at a loss. She'd barely known the Red Paladin. But her wide eyes and careful way of handling her self made Lance extend a hand out to her.

"Let's —“ Lance sighed. "Let's not linger here."

It was so deathly quiet. Lance looked around to see the acolytes gathered around Iso's body.

He was in the hands of the goddess now.


Lance barely made it into the halls, Hunk and Pidge at his side before a servant was rushing forward to him.

"Your Highness," the servant managed past gulping breaths.

Lance stopped. Had his sister returned already?


"Your father,"

Lance nearly stepped back. Right. Lance had left for space — a decision his father would no doubt take issue with. Lance had directly disobeyed his fathers orders to stay on the planet.

"I —“ Lance straightened. "Let my father know I'll talk with him once I've cleaned up..." Lance trailed off.

The nervous way the servant shook their head, coupled with a step they drew closer, had Lance pausing.

"No, your highness." The servant continued. "You father —“ They stopped. They looked worried.

Lance was staggering forward. "Where is he?" Lance pressed.

His mind was already filled with the death of one, he dared not think.

The servant said levelly. "He's been confined to his chambers."

Lance was already striding forward. “I need to see him."

The servant scrambled to keep up. "Of course, your highness."