WARNING: Hints at non-con, contains no graphic descriptions

Lance's POV:

To be honest, I was relieved when Keith offered the idea that all of us sleep together in Blue's hanger. I wanted to spend as much time as possible with Blue now that I finally had her back, but I was still a bit disturbed by the thought of having to sleep in such a large, open space with just her. And so, there we were, all of us bundled up together at the base of her paw, wrapped up in numerous pillows and blankets. I was in between Coran and Pidge, who were both already snoring softly. Coran was clutching a pillow to his chest in the same way a child would hold a teddy bear and Pidge was sleeping with three fingers stuck in her mouth. Shiro was next to Pidge, his arms wrapped around Allura as she used his chest as a pillow. Hunk was on the other side of Coran, snoring so loudly that Blue was vibrating slightly. Keith was at my feet, snoring softly and gnawing slightly at my shoe. I snickered, immediately thinking of different ways I could blackmail them all.

Go to sleep Lance, Blue said with a soft chuckle, and I stuck my lip out in a fake pout. But I'm not- I yawned loudly –tired! I feel perfectly fine! Even as I said the words, my eyes began to grow heavy and I leaned back against Blue's paw. She laughed lightly again and I shifted against her, getting as comfortable as I could. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep. As a kid, I always had nightmares. In fact, I couldn't remember one good dream I'd had as a kid. As I slowly progressed into my teenage years, the nightmares became less and less frequent. Whenever I had one, they would be really, really bad. Unfortunately, tonight was one of those nights.

I was back in the torture chamber, but this time I was hanging from the ceiling by my wrists. I remembered a moment like this clearly, and I was forced to watch on in horror as the events of my past played out. Gorerage entered the torture chamber with that familiar smug look on his face, a whip clutched tightly in his hand. My past-self whimpered softly, but made no movements to try and get away from Gorerage.

"You have become more obedient, I see. Good pet~" he purred, approaching my past self and running a hand over his thigh. His breathing hitched and he started trembling, his eyes wide. Gorerage laughed cruelly and gripped him by the waist, the whip still in his hands. Dream-Lance breathed in heavy gasps, shaking as Gorerage reached towards the hem of his tattered pants. I looked away, clenching my eyes shut and clamping my hands over my ears. My past self's screams were barely muffled and I started to shake, tears streaming down my face. Gorerage's groans and laughter flooded my ears and I curled up on the ground. Dream-Lance's screams soon died down and Gorerage left, the door clanging shut and locking behind him. I glanced back to see myself hanging limply, sobbing softly. I screamed.

Keith's POV:

I yelped as I was thrown out of my sleep; literally. Lance was kicking and flailing, making me be flung backwards. I growled slightly and sat up, rubbing my head where it had smacked into the floor. My eyes widened as they fell on Lance. He was still writhing, but this time I could see the tears staining his face. Hunk and Pidge had woken up because of his thrashing too, and were trying to wake him up.

"Lance! Lance, wake up! Come on, man!" Hunk exclaimed, shaking Lance so hard I thought he would knock his teeth out. Lance groaned and stopped thrashing, but he was still shaking and crying, clinging to Hunk's shirt in his sleep. I scrambled over to him in a panic, joining Hunk's side and trying to wake him up. I took him from Hunk and cradled him in my arms, trying to comfort him into awakening.

"Wake up, Lance. You'll be okay! Just wake up!" I said, resisting the urge to shout at him. Lance's eyes shut open and he screamed, shoving me away and scrambling against Blue's paw, curling up in a shaking ball and sobbing. I reached out a hand, lightly touching his shoulder.

"S-Stay away! Don't touch me!" Lance wailed, and I recoiled, grimacing. Coran had awoken by now as well and he quickly woke up the others, after which he moved in front of Lance so that he could see him. Being careful to stay a few feet away and not touch him, Coran looked at Lance firmly.

"No one is going to hurt you. You're perfectly alright and safe," Coran said, his voice unwavering. Lance looked up at him with tear filled eyes. For a moment, it looked as if he was going to start sobbing again, or that he would remain in a curled up ball. Instead, he took a shaky breath and sat up, a fake smile on his lips.

"Ha... I woke you guys up, didn't I? Sorry about that! I was just having a bad dream. It's no big deal!" he said with a laugh, but the pain laced in his words made my expression harden. "No big deal my foot! You were screaming and flailing everywhere!" I snapped, making Lance flinched. He looked down at his feet and shrugged, settling back against Blue's paw.

"I said it's not a big deal, and I mean it! I'm not a little kid who can't handle a bad dream. I'm fine," Lance hissed, and I gaped at him in shock. Lance had hissed?! I'd never heard him do that. It was too out of character for him! I nearly started a shouting match with him when Hunk gave me a stern look.

"I think that's enough, don't you? We all should probably get back to sleep. Lance, you too." Lance huffed but nodded in agreement and tried to get as comfortable as he could against Blue. He refused to look me in the eye as I laid back next to him, my brow furrowed in concern.

"You know you can talk to me if something's up, right? I won't make fun of you... you can tell me anything," I said. Lance rolled his eyes and shifted so that his back was to me. I bit my lip and buried my face back into my makeshift pillow. Lance could be such a stubborn idiot sometimes...