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Sendak yanked the chain. His fur was ruined where it sat, the skin chafed. “It is the only solution, Shirogane. If I am your mate, they won’t kill me.”
Shiro stumbled, the chains that tied his legs together not helping. He fell into Sendak’s embrace, sighing as he was enveloped in strong arms and silken fur, what was left of it. He shivered and leaned into his… whatever it was that Sendak had become.
“So you are not asking because you cannot help falling for my wit,” Shiro snapped. “Good to know.”
“Of course not. Your people won’t kill me if I am mated to you, and my people… Suffice to say that it might appease those who wish to dispose of me. As for those who do not… they would refrain from disposing of you. If you are my mate. If Zarkon loses.”
Shiro laughed. His laughter was as cold as the cell that was holding them both. He was one being the champion, and Sendak was done. If the cries that Voltron was closing in on them were any indication, that was. Shiro followed Sendak as he slid down to sit on the stone floor, back against the wall. Shiro’s torn clothes were doing little to keep him warm. He let Sendak hold him, making a content sigh, as content as it could be, broken and hurt as he was.
“So no love lost between us? It’s all for survival?” Shiro knew Sendak was right. They had burned bridges, or Sendak had, Zarkon throwing him in the Arena for his failure at Arus. They could save one another by mating. At least they could do that.
“I haven’t lost any love,” Sendak whispered, taking Shiro’s hand and putting it over his heart. “It is still here, all of it. For you, little Champion.“