Things have become blurry. His mind is going. By the look of his hair Lance has been here for several months. He had started to forget what his purpose was. When did he get kidnapped? Was he even kidnapped? It was his first day without being chained up. He won't be chained up ever again. He put his tunic on and followed Lotor wherever he went, having felt dependent on him. Following the prince like a lost puppy. Holding his hand along the way. He joined him in meeting, in every meal; everything Lotor did Lance was there to accompany him. Lotor would always find a way to touch him. Slipping his hand under the table and into Lance's shorts. He would sometimes knock things over knowing Lance would go to pick it up so he could get Lance to go down on him. Now that Lance was allowed anywhere and everywhere, Lotor found new places to bend Lance over and take him. It was when they were eating in the dining hall when Lotor leaned over kissing Lance.
Lance has grown used to their relationship now, he knew what this meant. He put his fork down and started peeling his tunic off. Lotor was quick to push him down. Keeping their lips together. He pressed his fingers into Lance and looked down. He backed away and Lance looked down. A wave of relief passed over him. Thank goodness. He was bleeding. He wasn't pregnant. He knew despite starting testosterone back on earth that there was still the chance he would get pregnant. His period was rare and whenever he did get it he hated himself. This was the only time getting his period was a good thing. He does not want to get pregnant. "It's normal… Don't worry we can continue." Lotor nodded and pressed his mouth down to his thighs. And continued pressing his fingers into him. They have stopped caring. Continuing even if a maid walks in.
He felt safe there. In the castle he would walk around with a maid or a guard and talk. Some of them were nice to him, genuinely nice too not like the kindness he received from others because Lotor told them to respect Lance. Even one of the maids called him 'My Lord' the one who was with him normally. From his room, from the arena. His favorite. He could tell with her she was in the same situation. Taken. She feared the castle. But when she was around Lance she was calm. He liked her a lot. She kept him company whenever Lotor was too busy for Lance to stay at his side.
That day she was showing him around the castle. To the maids chambers. All the maids were so surprised to see Lance in their part of the castle. Lance took a seat in one of their chair and they all just talked. Gossiping for a good hour. Making Lance feel nice. Feel welcome. Like a prince. A good prince. He learned that the Galra really don't age after they reach a certain age. This makes sense. Zarkon ruled for ten thousand years. He learns their names. They all have the same hairstyle and Lance offered to fix it. They circled around him and he gave them different braids. Some had buns and cute ponytails. Lotor walked in on it and smiled. Kissing him on the lips. "Someone has been working hard." He bows his head politely waving goodbye as Lotor drags him away. Lotor brought him outside the castle to a separate building. "You know...My mother was from Altea. When she had me she died and left me this. A garden of her favorite plants. I trust you now to take care of them." Lance looked up and over at him. Wrapping his arms around him as they walked into the building. It was a green house. So many plants. Plants he never saw before. Something he could take care of. Lotor gave him a gift that meant a lot to him, making it mean a lot to Lance as well.
Lance found himself constantly coming to the greenhouse with Lotor. Wanting to learn more about these plants. He would collect the seeds and put them in his pockets. Taking them back to the room. Whenever Lotor couldn't join him one of the guards would. They would tell him stories. A story about how whenever Prince Lotor would throw a tantrum they would find him asleep in the greenhouse. Sometimes it was over the dumbest things like a maid took away his fake sword. It made Lance laugh only to turn around fast when he heard someone clear their throat. It was Lotor. He grabbed Lance by the hand and dragged him out. To a new room. One he hadn't seen yet. Lotor slammed the door shut and growled at Lance. Making the human tense up. Instantly scared. Reminded of the first night they had sex. No the first night Lance was raped. Yes everything he began to forget came back. How he doesn't want to be here even if everyone treated him kindly. Lotor began to choke Lance and ripped his clothes off. All the seeds flying everywhere. He pinned him down and took him. Violently. Everything hurt. He was so scared. He cried the whole time. There was no enjoying this. He could feel his insides ripping as Lotor thrusted into his ass. No prep. Just blood. He cried out and begged him to stop.
His pleading fell on deaf ears.
Lotor came in him and pulled out throwing Lance to the side in anger. The human not knowing what he did wrong. He did nothing wrong who pissed off the prince into taking his anger out on Lance? He grabbed Lance by the hair and chained him up leaving him alone in the dark room. Without a bath or a meal that night. He couldn't help but cry himself to sleep. Everything inside hurt.
When Lance woke up he was on his side. He tried to sit up but a pain ran up his spine and he cried out. He looked around and spotted Lotor walking into the room. He curled up in a ball. Scared the second he woke. Lotor grabbed him by the hair and tugged him up. He let out a cry and whimpered looking up at his prince. "Have you learned your lesson or did me fucking you all the time turn you into such a slut you needed to flirt with the guards?" Lance frowned and shook his head. He wiped his tears and gasped as he was dropped onto the cold floor. He blinks and looks up. Lotor...Lotor thought he was flirting with the guard? He sighed and sat up pressing their lips together.
"You...You did all that because you were jealous? I wasn't flirting with him. Even ask him yourself…" Lotor looks down at him. Nodding. He believes him. Thank goodness. He did not want to get hurt again. It was going to take a long enough time for his body to heal. He didn't want it to get worse. Lotor unchained him and carried him up. To bathe him. To eat. Lotor keeps Lance at his side every minute of the day from then on out. Lance forgave him, understanding. Besides if he is at his side Lotor will know everything he is doing. They spent a bit more time together before Lotor had to leave. To attack. The war is still going on. Lotor assigned him his maid. Not wanting to be alone. They sat in the bedroom. "Can...Can you cut my hair? I'll do your hair again..." So she did. His hair was so long. He had a full pony tail. But she brought it back to his short choppy self. Looking like how he used to before he was brought here. Feeling happier again.
Things between the two had begun to relax after weeks of time passing. But what hadn't relaxed was the war. Lance was woken up by Lotor who grabbed him into his arms. Taking him somewhere safe. The castle was under attack. Everyone was running around. Getting ready to fight. Lotor ran with him placing him to a pod. "Wait-" Lance sat up and pressed their lips together before falling back into the pod. It went dark as the prince ran off. All Lance could do was curl up and wait. And wait. Hours upon hours. He wouldn't have been surprised if he would have been there all day. But the castle grew silent. The fighting had gone off the planet. He later could hear footsteps approaching and hoped that everything was okay. That he was going to be safe. When Lance looked up he saw Lotor standing there smiling at him. Lotor picked him up and sat down on the floor. Lying down. Visibly exhausted. He rubbed at his back, as if Lance was the one that needed to be comforted.
Lotor rolled onto his side and Lance began to kiss at the prince's neck. He grabbed at his body and rubbed down. Gentle and slow. This is the first time Lance was the one to start it. To initiate sex between the two. He thought it would help him relax. Lance pulled his shorts down to his ankles and spread his legs. Letting Lotor take him right there on the floor. Lance smiles and rolls over. Sitting on him. Riding him. Letting the prince lay back so Lance could make him feel good. "I'm so happy you are here, I've wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you." Back when he signed the peace treaty he later broke. Lance kept his eyes on him as he rocked his hips. "My pretty blue boy, do you love me?" Lance blinked and pressed their lips together. Nodding. Why the hell did he nod? "Good, be my partner, rule with me." Lance sat up a bit.
"What do you mean?" He whimpered out. Lotor kept on rocking into him. Rolling them back onto Lance's back.
"I can't rule the cosmos all alone, every king needs his queen. This king wants another king beside him." They pressed their forehead together. He would be a king. He would be appreciated by others. He could control other planets. He could watch over earth…
"I'll be your partner...Can I make my one request now?" Of course he hadn't forgotten the rules. He had yet to use his one request. "Let me have my home planet." Lotor nods and presses their lips together
"Once the war is over you shall have your home planet..." Lotor grabbed at Lance's hips and rolled into them slowly. He ducked his head down and bit down on his chest. Doing little things just to hear Lance whimper. Teasing him until Lance begged him for more. Lotor smirked. He won.
The fights had gotten closer and closer in time. They were getting more intense making Lotor more frustrated than usual. How were they managing to get so close? They had to move Lance to a new castle. They had to move the army over and over again. All while trying to still take over other planets. It was a hard job. Suspicions were starting to form. Someone was giving their position away every time. Who was the closest one to Voltron? All eyes went to Lance. Anger had taken over Lotor. He was losing it.
Lance was thrown against the wall. His head snapping back and he knew it had busted open as he slid down. His hands fell forward trying to bring himself to stand but Lotor had stepped on his fingers. He screamed out. There was no way they weren't broken. Lotor lifted him up by the front of his shirt and slammed him into the wall growling at him. Lance's eyes went wide and he looked away. Too scared to look him in the eyes. "How come they keep coming back? Why haven't they given up? I knew you were a slut I bet all of them have fucked you before and they want their little toy back." He threw him to the side only to grab him by the hair again. Dragging him out of the room. "I'm tired of taking care of you, you are useless to me. I'll find another toy. Someone who is worthy of being at my side." Lance clawed at his hairs. It hurt. He could feel his hair being pulled out. Lotor threw in him a room. "Have your way with it, kill it if that what you are into." Lance looked up and there were three guards around him. He immediately rushed for the door.
"P-Please don't do this! I didn't do anything wrong!" Lotor kicked him in the gut and he was dragged away by the guards. They were so much more built than Lotor. Lance didn't want to find out what was going to happen to him but he did. A guard pulled his arm behind his back. So tight. Lance could have sworn it was on the verge of snapping. The other ripped his shorts off and without hesitation stuck three thick fingers in him. Lance screamed out for the prince who was standing there in the doorway. Watching. A huge grin plastered on his face. He wasn't wet. But a fluid was forming on his thighs. He could only assume it was blood.
There was no way it wasn't blood when the guard threw him into the ground and thrusted into him.
Tears welled up in Lance's eyes and he didn't look away from Lotor as he thrashed around. He could have sworn if it wasn't for the fact that the other two guards were standing in front of him that there were two cocks inside of him. Tearing at his insides. He could feel his insides giving out. He could feel everything. The bile that wanted to come up from all the pain. The trauma his body was enduring. "Lotor p-please I'll do any-" The other guards covered his mouth trying to shut him up but Lance bit down on his large hand. "We were going to be partners! You said you love me dammit!" All Lotor did was walk out the door. As the door shut all Lance saw was Xiotra covering her mouth? Tears welling up in her eyes as she ran away. At least someone in this castle cared about him.
The guards who were pinning him down lifted his body and Lance thrashed around. Fighting for his life. Was everything a lie? The other thrusted into his other hole. He cried out and bit down on his lip. He could feel his body giving out. He was going to die here. His body was already giving up. All he felt were the guards filling him up. Taking turns switching holes. Dirtying him up like some doll. He laid there hoping death would come faster. Lying in a puddle of his own blood and the guards come. All of his begging had turned into inaudible mumbling. His world had fallen silent. The only noises to be heard were the panting, the moaning, and the swearing of the guards. He was dead inside. Nothing mattered anymore. If the guards didn't kill him after this he surely would find a way to kill himself the second he had the chance.
Until everyone's heads snapped away. There were gunshots from outside the door. Suddenly the door busted open and the guards were shot. Great now there was more blood on him. The guards fell dead on him. Dead in him. He couldn't help but let out a scream as he pushed the guards off of him. Moving back reaching for his clothes to cover up. The tears welling up as a familiar face walked into the face.
"Lance we have to go... Everyone is waiting for us." Lance sobbed instantly as Keith covered him up. Carrying him out of the room. Xiotra waving with a sad smile as Lance felt his eyes grow heavy.