Untitled

by Spubba


Quick Disclaimer: Voltron is the property of World Events Productions.




Let's make some lemonade, y'all.

By: Spubba

Hunk/Lotor, rape, lemon

Song lyrics: Hooverphonic, The Magnificent Tree, Mad About You

Pure cotton candy fluff, but tasty.


Hunk rubbed his aching head and shivered reflexively in the blackness. For a moment he wondered where he was, who he was. Then he remembered. The radar beeping… the awful, sickening moment of realization. The screaming, the control panel suddenly unresponsive, the sickening impact as the shuttle crashed onto the small planet's barren surface.

He should have known Lotor would ambush them. Stupid! Why had he allowed the whole team to ride back from the party in the same craft? The entire Voltron Force taken out by one lousy hit! It was arrogant of him to think he could have flown them all safely back to Arus by himself, as if they were taking some kind of day trip.

There were no holidays for the Voltron Force. Ever. If he'd been thinking, if his judgement hadn't been clouded by… He muttered an oath. If he ever got out of this, if he ever got THEM out of this, he'd never drink again.

The concrete slab was cold and slick. He had no idea how big his cell was. He couldn't hear the others. He could only pray they were all right. Reaching automatically for his sidearm, he realized with a start that he was out of uniform. (Of course! The party! He was still wearing that stupid tuxedo that made him look like an oversize penguin!) But getting mad only made his headache worse, so he forced himself to be calm and do something he didn't like to do… think.

How could he get them all out of here? First, he had to escape. How? He didn't have any weapons. He couldn't see out of his cell; it was pitch black. There was a chance that someone might come in, and that person might be armed. If he could distract that person for one moment, snatch their weapon, he just might have a chance.

"If it's just one or two", he thought to himself, "I'll be able to overpower them."

Hunk's mind ground to a halt. Lotor!

Hunk didn't care for the blue boy. In fact, he would much rather prefer watching Lotor's skinny carcass desiccate in the deserts of Arus under the watchful eyes of the Yellow Lion. But as Lotor's troops picked him and his friends out of the wreckage, bruised and shaken but alive, Hunk had noticed something odd about the evil prince. Something in the way he stroked Hunk's cheek lovingly as the soldiers restrained him, even as Hunk roared and spat at him. At first, Hunk had thought Lotor was just being twisted again. Now, he realized, he had identified Lotor's weakness.

"He likes me!" echoed Hunk's whisper in the dark.

Yuck, thought Hunk, but it's something I can build on. He's bound to come and see me. He'll bend over to gloat over me or something, and then…

He sat back down in the damp and the cold, and waited for Lotor.

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Feel the vibe, feel the terror, feel the pain,
It's driving me insane.
I can't fake,
For God's sake why am I driving in the wrong lane
Trouble is my middle name,
But in the end I'm not too bad
Can someone tell me if it's wrong to be so mad about you

Mad about you

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Lotor didn't know why he gravitated so much towards the big pilot. Maybe it was the fierceness in the deep brown eyes that mirrored his own fighting spirit. Maybe it was the challenge of conquering one so loyal, so proud. Lotor relished a challenge. He wasn't sure what drove his passion towards this… person, this least intelligent (he thought) of the Voltron Force, but then again, Lotor didn't care.

Lotor only knew that today, he would make Hunk his. Hunk would cry and scream and beg for Lotor to stop, and when Lotor was finished with him, the indomitable spirit would be crushed. Afterwards didn't matter… it was the heat of the conquest that Lotor craved the most, and it was what drove him to destroy.

He slipped the phaser into his jacket pocket, and headed for the dungeon to play with his new toy.

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Are you the fleshy wine that will give me a headache in the morning
Or just a dark blue land mine that will explode without a decent warning
Give me all your true hate and I'll translate it in our bed,
Into never seen passion, never seen passion
That is why I am so mad about you

Mad about you

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Hunk heard the footsteps outside his door and forced himself to relax, slumped against the far wall of his cell. The silhouette that greeted him was all too familiar, and Hunk had to grit his teeth to stop his muscles from contracting in the way they wanted to, stop his arms from reaching out, stop his meaty hands from snapping Lotor's neck as the prince entered the cell. Because that's what Lotor expected him to try to do, and Hunk was going to have to catch him off guard in order for this plan to work.

Hunk heard, rather than saw, the faint swish of fabric as Lotor's gloved hand reached inside his jacket pocket. He made a mental note of the location of the still-hidden weapon. Most likely Lotor had just taken the safety off. One false move, and Hunk might very well be trying to stuff his brain back into his cranium. Not a good thing, especially considering one needs one's brain intact in order to live and to get the fuck out of a bad situation. Instead, he managed a thin smile, looking up almost innocently at the man he loathed.

"I knew you'd come for me, Lotor."

The figure hesitated. Silence. Confusion. Good. He had thrown Lotor for a loop. He had the upper hand. He had control again.

He rose slowly, trying not to make any sudden moves (he didn't want to alarm Lotor; after all the man was ARMED), smiling all the while, trying to look as if he knew all about some dirty little shared secret they had between them.

"I knew we'd finally get to be alone. I saw how you looked at me, how you touched me out there." Slowly he shrugged off his tuxedo jacket, gyrating and flexing his big shoulders as he did so, trying to play up on the size issue, not sure what it was about him that got Lotor's rocks off, but Hunk was willing to try almost anything to get the guy's attention off the phaser in his pocket. He fumbled with the bow tie (stupid things!), finally ripping it off, now ran his hands over the shirt, eyes fixed on Lotor, following Lotor's gaze as the prince's narrow eyes roamed over his broad chest thinly covered by the white fabric, traveling downwards, lingering over the area where Hunk should have been sporting a gigantic hard-on by now. Shit!

Think about something that makes you horny, dumbass. Anything. Think about Pidge. Hunk half closed his eyes in concentration, forming the image in his mind, blanking out the cell, Lotor in front of him. He was in the parlor with Pidge and the girls the other day, and the guy was sitting on his lap, fully clothed as they joked and chatted and played cards. Pidge had looked innocent, but Hunk remembered the hidden motion as Pidge ground his hips into Hunk's lap, teasing him like no tomorrow… right in front of Allura and Nanny, too; those poor girls would have fainted dead away if they knew that Hunk was oozing pre-cum all over himself and the upholstery, his face reddening and the aroma of his aroused musk building in the air around him until Nanny fanned herself, saying the room was getting stuffy, and Hunk had discreetly excused himself, ignoring Allura's confused expression, taking Pidge back with him to the break room where…

It worked. Hunk's large hand slowly worked itself down to his crotch, stretching the fabric of his tuxedo pants, outlining everything he had to offer to Lotor. Come on, blue boy, you know you want this.

Lotor took the bait. Hook, line, and sinker.

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Trouble is your middle name.
But at the end you're not too bad
Can someone tell me if it's wrong to be so mad about you

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Hunk hadn't expected Lotor to cave this easily. He must have it bad, he thought, as Lotor's slim fingers worked at the buttons on his shirt, releasing Hunk's bulk for his lips to caress and nibble at. Hunk's broad fingers fumbled at the collar of Lotor's jacket, and he started to go for the phaser, and then paused. Not yet. Lotor was still wary. Besides, Lotor's warm mouth was welcome on his hardening nipples; Lotor's deft fingers tracing their way through the dense mat of hair on his chest only added to his arousal…

Hunk lifted the jacket from Lotor's body as the prince wormed his way out of the sleeves. As if anticipating Hunk's thoughts, Lotor took the garment and flung it to the far side of the cell, where it landed with a sound heavier than a jacket should make. Yep, thought Hunk, there goes the gun. Fuck! Well, Hunk would just have to remember where it landed, and hope that the phaser was within easy reach when he made his move. Speaking of making moves… Lotor was working his way downwards on Hunk's torso, Hunk's shirt barely clinging to his shoulders now, his trousers going from too tight to around his knees as Lotor's skilled hands unfastened the catch… and then Lotor was worshipping his cock through the front of his boxer shorts, and Hunk found himself responding all too well to Lotor's touch.

Ah, fuck it, thought Hunk. His powerful arm ripped Lotor's finely tailored shirt from his body as if it were a tissue. Hunk's weight easily pushed the blue man onto his back, pressed into the concrete by Hunk's crushing weight, one muscular arm pinning his neck to the ground, eliciting a groan of protest (or was it pleasure?) as Hunk ruined the other's trousers as well, ripping away the clothing, his broad fingers probing and quickly finding Lotor's entrance.

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Give me all your true hate and I'll translate it in our bed,
into never seen passion, never seen passion
that is why I am so mad about you

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The blood came easily, quickly. Hunk's arm pressed Lotor's windpipe, silencing the scream as Hunk freed his own massive organ and drove himself to the hilt within Lotor's protesting body. The thrusts came automatically, instinctively, each motion eliciting only a mere squeak from the oxygen-starved Lotor, thanks to the fact that Hunk had gripped the prince's throat in his teeth, tasting salt and iron as he pinned the other's frail wrists to the floor. And still Lotor's legs wrapped themselves firmly around Hunk's waist as they writhed, and then Hunk felt the inevitable shudder course through the other's body, and a new, slick, warm wetness appeared on Hunk's belly and he knew that his moment had come, even as the delicious tingle began to build up in his own loins.

Hunk tore himself from their frenzied clutch and, in one swift motion, dove across the floor towards Lotor's discarded jacket. Even as his own sparkling offering dripped and splattered on the floor between them unheeded, Hunk's meaty fingers found the phaser and wound their way around the handle, fitting into the grooves, instinctively fluttering over the safety catch and finding it open. Hunk's hips bucked once, involuntarily, with the memory of the missed orgasm, but he was already on his feet, and the phaser was in his hand.

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