"No way in hell are we talking with you!" Keith growled. Shiro shushed him. "Prince Lotor, what is it you want to discuss." He asked. Lotor smirked, and Lance felt his heart pound in his throat. He turned his head, so Lotor wouldn't recognize him.
"We want the lions."
"Not happening." Shiro responded flatly.
"My father wanted to take the lions from you by force. Clearly that did not work as he planned. I am willing to discuss a trade with you in a civilized manner."
"We are not trading our lions!" Pidge yelled. Lotor smiled. "If that is the case, then I will have to fight you for them."
Shiro sighed. "We will never give our lions away. If you want to fight, so be it." The black lion roared as Shiro advanced. Lotor smiled even brighter. "Very well." Before the transmission ended. The team advanced; well, all accept for Lance. He was stunned.
'Lotor... he doesn't know I am a paladin does he?' Lance knew he needed to fight, but he couldn't bring himself to.
"Lance! What's going on? Hurry up!" Hunk's voice called out. Lance gritted his teeth, shifting the gears as he and the blue lion shot forward. Already the ships that followed Lotor had darted forward and were attacking the other lions.
Lance's eyes were glued to the ship Lotor was in. He noticed Shiro heading straight for it, and gasped.
"N-no..Shiro stop!" Lance choked out. Shiro either didn't hear him, or ignore him as he started shooting at Lotor. Lance was thankful for Blue's speed as he rushed towards him. Just as Shiro was nearly on top of Lotor, ready to use his lion to crush him, Lance darted in front of him, between Lotor and Shiro.
Shiro growled. "Lance! What the hell are you doing? Get out of the way!"
Lance was thankful Lotor wasn't moving or shooting as he stayed between them. "Please, don't attack. We can talk about this." He could see Shiro was furious. He knew he would get it later. "You do realize you are going against me, your leader." Shiro gritted out.
Lance ducked his head. "Yes I know.. please."
Shiro growled, before turning the black lion around and going towards where the other lions were.
Lance started to move his lion away, before his screen lit up and showed Lotor's face. Lance quickly ducked his head, thankful the helmet covered most of his face.
"Why would a fellow lion protect me? The prince of the Galra?" Lotor spoke softly. Lance didn't know if the others could see and hear Lotor, and prayed that they couldn't. "You... you aren't as evil as they all say." Lance responded.
Lotor raised an eyebrow, and laced his fingers together. "I see..." Lance turned off the transmission before darting towards the rest of his team. He was red all over; the night before replaying too many times in his head. That low voice, caressing his body and making him tremble all over. It was too much.
"G-guys. Please stop!" Lance shouted, getting in between Keith and one of the Galra ships.
Bad choice.
Keith barreled into him, knocking Lance over. "Get out of the way Lance!"
"What has gotten into you?" Pidge asked, shooting at another.
Lance balanced himself out, angry because his team wouldn't stop, and the Galra weren't helping much either. He glanced around and noticed Lotor was keeping his distance from the battle.
"Stop! Please! Let's talk with them!" Lance shouted. Hunk bashed into one of the galra ships. "Are you crazy Lance?"
Lance growled, frustrated. He decided if they wouldn't listen, he would make them listen. The blue lion's jaw opened as he started shooting ice at not only the galra ships, but his teammates as well.
He heard them all yelling but he continued, gritting his teeth until everyone was stilled.
"Please listen!" Lance shouted. everyone was quiet.
"Please let's talk to them. I know that is strange, but... i cant fight them."
"Why?" Keith bit out. Lance winced. "I... I can't say. But i know they are different from the other Galras, from Zarkon.
"Lotor is the son of Zarkon!" Pidge said, glaring at Lance through the transmission. Lance nodded. "I know, but please. This is the one and only request i will ever make as long as i live. Can we please talk with them?"
Everyone stayed quiet, until Shiro sighed. "I don't know what this is about, but fine. Lotor!" Shiro switched the transmission towards the galra ships. "You wanted to talk right? Let's talk, on the Castle."
Lotor purred. "Excellent."
After half an hour, some glares, and awkward silence, the team was standing in one of the hangars, starring the Galra team off. Lotor stood in the middle, eyeing each paladin, and Lance was quick to turn his head.
Lotor had 4 female galra flanking his sides. Shiro cleared his throat. "Well, i suppose introductions are in order."
Lotor smiled, crossing a hand over his chest and bowing slightly. "Indeed. I am Lotor, prince of the Galra. Though you know that already."
He straightened up and nodded towards the girls by his side. "These are my top generals; Narti, Acxa, Ezor, and Zethrid." Each female had bowed slightly at the mention of their names.
Keith crossed his arms. "Yeah i know one of them. Saved her life, not that she was grateful." Acxa shot her head up and glared at him. "I was, until I found out you were one of the paladins!" Keith scowled at her, and she raised her hands slightly.
Lotor turned and raised an eyebrow at her. Acxa quickly lowered her arms and stepped back.
"Now." Lotor turned, starring at Shiro. "Your turn."
"I'm Shiro, paladin of the black lion."
"Keith. Red lion." Keith mumbled, still glaring daggers at Acxa.
"I'm Pidge, of the green lion."
"Hunk. I control the yellow lion."
"..." Lance said nothing, keeping himself slightly turned away.
"Lance?" Shiro asked. Lance winced, and noticed Lotor's stance had changed at the sound of his name.
"Dude, you were so eager to talk with them. What? Now you are too shy?" Keith asked, shoving Lance. Lance stumbled, before ducking his head and turning slightly towards Lotor and his generals. "...Lance.. of the blue lion."
He raised his head slightly, feeling his skin grow cold as Lotor stared at him.
"...Kitten?" Lotor breathed lowly. Lance shivered, ducking his head again. Lotor inhaled, adverting his eyes. The room was full of chilling tension. The generals all looked confused, along with the paladins.
"...Oookkaayy. What is going on?" Pidge asked, fixing her glasses.
"Lance. Have you two met before?" Shiro asked.
Lance nodded. Shiro narrowed his eyes. "Was... was this when you left? When you went out to ha-"
"Please don't say it." Lance wished the floor would swallow him up. He could feel so many eyes on him. Lance glanced up and felt his legs almost give out. Lotor was glaring at him. His look was that of a hunter. That of a killer. Lotor was mad. Very mad.
"You... You are a paladin!?" Lotor yelled, clenching his fists. Lance raised his hands in defense. "I-in my defense, I didn't know you were the prince of the Galra!"
"Lies! You were using me! Thinking you could use me to get to my father?"
Lance shook his head violently. "No! Of course not! I would ne-" Lance gasped as he ducked, seconds from Lotor's sword nearly cutting him in half. The paladins had all pulled out their weapons; the Generals also ready for combat.
"NO!" Lance shouted. "T-this is my fight. Please, all of you leave." Shiro seemed uncertain, but Lotor had paused, turning to nod at his generals. The generals turned and left the room without question.
"Are you kidding? He will kill you!" Hunk said, taking a step forward. "GO!" Lance shouted, clenching his fists.
Shiro sighed. "This day just keeps getting weirder." He ushered the rest of the team out, before glancing back. Lance had tears in his eyes as he nodded. Shiro ducked his head, pressing a button to close the door to the hangar. Leaving Lotor and Lance alone.
Lance turned towards Lotor, seeing him still glaring at him. "Lot-"
"That is prince Lotor to you!" Lotor yelled, gritting his teeth. Lance laced his fingers together. "Please, let's talk."
"You knew." Lotor said quietly, making Lance wince. Lance sighed. "After we had sex, yes."
Lotor groaned, running a hand through his long white hair. Lance ached to run his own hands through that heavenly hair.
"B-but trust me. I was not using you. I left right after! S-so I mean, that can't really be seen as using you can it? I mean i even stopped my teammates from fighting you!"
Lotor straightened up. He pinched his nose between his fingers, groaning. "You're right... But.. you are a paladin of Voltron. Regardless of who i was, you shouldn't have even been out. Much less with a galra!"
Lance let out a small smile. "Are you... worried about me?" Lotor froze before growling. "Quiznak." He charged forward, wiping the smile off Lance's face as he lashed out. Lance ducked, deciding to go on the defense. He pulled out his shield, just as Lotor hit it; a loud metallic sound ringing in the hangar.
Lance twisted himself around Lotor as Lotor swung his sword back. He manage to clip Lance's sides a few times with the edge of his blade, but never enough to draw blood. Lance knew Lotor was an incredible swordsman; but because of his anger, it was blinding him, making him less accurate.
'I will just let him let his anger out. I'm sorry Lotor, i should have said something.' Lance thought as he continued to evade Lotor's attacks. Lotor twisted around, slashing his sword towards Lance and knocking the shield out of his grasp.
Lance raised his arms as a swarm of attacks pushed him back. The sword hit his armor and left small scratches and dents. Lotor was breathing hard, and Lance was already worn out.
He felt his sides brush up against the nearby wall, before Lotor growled and shoved him against it. Lance hit his head, hard enough to see stars as he felt Lotor's hot breath against his neck.
Lotor was glaring at him, his eyes almost beast-like. His sword was raised up, the tip of it touching lightly against Lance's bare flesh. Lotor grabbed at Lance's helmet, shoving it off. Lance flinched at the sound of it hitting the ground, staring into Lotor's eyes.
Lotor was so upset, it almost seemed as if he wasn't looking at Lance, but through him. Both men were panting hard. The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, and Lance gasped. Tears were stinging Lotor's eyes.
"L-Lotor?" Lance whispered. Lotor dropped his arm, the sword following to the ground with a loud clang.
"That night." Lotor whispered. "You were the most beautiful creature in that room. To find out you are a paladin; my sworn enemy. You can't imagine how upset i am." Lance wrapped his arms around Lotor and hugged him tightly. "Judging by the cuts i have, i think i can figure that out."
Lotor chuckled deeply, tickling Lance's throat. Lance sighed. "Please stay here, your generals are welcome too. I went against my teammates, i will make them understand."
Lotor pulled away, taking a few steps from Lance as he ran a hand through his hair. "I am a galra; an enemy of yours. I cannot stay here. Your teammates would not like it. Nor would my father. If he were to find out i was here, under the care of Voltron. He would come to destroy you all for sure. I refuse to let that happen.. to you." Lotor turned, giving Lance a sympathetic look.
Lance felt his insides heat up as he stepped forward, boldly cupping Lotor's face in his hands. "We can face him together. Let's prove to the others that you aren't as evil as you seem." He pressed a chaste kiss to Lotor's lips.
"If that is what you wish, my kitten."