Sooo I asked if you guys would like this story to be an M-preg, and almost all of you said yes! (Or at least the ones who commented). I have an idea of how it is going to happen, but it might not happen for a while, and even then i don't know how long this story is going to be XD I try not to make my stories super long because i always end up losing interest the longer it is, so hopefully i don't with this story!
I do hope that this being m-preg doesn't deter anyone from leaving the story or not reading any of my other works (granted it wasn't m-preg to start with). I have 14 other stories that are not m-preg, all part of different fandoms, and two other's are also Voltron fanfics. I hope you can give them all a shot as well, they deserve more love!
Though all the comments and love of this story makes me want to continue, so thank you for all the support! I love you guys! Enjoy!
Lance woke slowly, blinking as he remembered where he was. The night came back to him in a rush, and he blushed. During the night, Lance must have twisted around in his sleep, for he was now facing Lotor. He had been pulled flush against Lotor's skin as they slept.
Lotor's strong arms were holding Lance tightly against him, as if his life depended on the blue paladin. Lotor had a peaceful look on his face, his features were calm. Lance reached up to touch Lotor's cheek tenderly. Soft breaths slipped through Lotor's lips as he continued to sleep. Lance ran his fingers along Lotor's face, memorizing every feature.
Lance smiled. He was definitely head over heels for the prince. Titles would not stop them, he wanted to be with Lotor forever. Lance ran his fingers through Lotor's hair. The softness felt like heaven between Lance's fingers. He couldn't get enough.
"Hmmm, you really like my hair, don't you my kitten?" Lotor whispered, his eyes opening slightly as he yawned. Lance chuckled. "I adore it. It is just so soft. How do you get it to be this soft?"
Lotor smiled, pulling Lance closer and burying his face against Lance's collarbone; inhaling deeply. "Lots and lots of attention." He mumbled, kissing Lance's skin lightly. Lance shivered, running his hands through Lotor's hair some more.
"Are you not a morning person?" He asked. A muffled groan was the response. "Ahaha, I don't blame you."
"This bed is really comfy." Lotor said after a moment. "And so are you." He peppered Lance's neck with kisses, which tickled and made Lance laugh. Lotor moved his head up, his face close to Lance's as he stared at him.
Lance laughed awkwardly. "W-what? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You are the most beautiful creature i have ever laid my eyes on.. Lance." He spoke lowly. Lance shivered, his name leaving Lotor's lips made him heat up. "S-shut up, I am not beautiful."
Lotor hummed, nuzzling into Lance's neck. "Yes you are. Even if we are enemies, I am glad we met."
Lance smiled softly, petting his hair as he continued to nuzzle Lance, holding him close.
"Me too."
Lotor pulled back slightly, removing one arm to press under his chin. "So, tell me about yourself."
Lance blinked, before smiling and turning to lay on his stomach. The sheets felt so soft against his naked skin.
"Well, let's see. I am 18 years old and have a huuuggee family back home."
"Tell me a bit about them." Lotor urged him on. Lance smiled, leaning on his hands as he reminisced about home.
"Well I have 2 younger brothers; twins, and an older sister. My parent's are still together, and have been for about 24 years. Though my family is rather huge, as it includes all my aunts, uncles, nieces, and nephews. We are all very close."
"You have quite the big family." Lotor commented. Lance nodded.
"Yeah, we are a big happy family. We always have family reunions every year, since our family is so big, and alot have moved out of state."
Lotor seemed confused, so Lance quickly explained just how the United States worked.
"Ah, I see. So what do you do at these 'reunions?" He asked. Lance smiled. It felt like they were in their own little couple world. Lotor was no longer the evil Prince of the Galra. He was a young man who wanted to know the life of his lover. It made Lance beyond happy.
"Well we would play games, eat a shit ton of food, and just talk among each other. The younger children would usually goof off, and I was usually one of them." He chuckled. Lotor smiled.
"Even with such a mature body, you are still a young child at heart." Lotor spoke, tracing his fingers along Lance's exposed back.
Lance shivered, and opened his mouth to reply before the door to the room opened; and an angry Shiro stormed in.
"What the hell is going on?" Shiro yelled. Lance shot up, not bothering to cover himself. Shiro glared at him, taking in the bite and kiss marks dotted all over Lance's naked skin. He closed his eyes and groaned.
"Allura was worried when she found out you weren't in your room. She looked at the monitors and saw you in here. Come with me!" Shiro growled.
Lotor remained laying on his side, peering over his shoulder to look at Shiro.
Lance glared at him. "No. I am not leaving his side."
Shiro's glowered at him. "You are coming with me, now."
"You guy's refuse to give Lotor a chance! He is different. I care about him alot." Lance spoke softly, looking down to smile at Lotor.
This only made Shiro even more furious than he already was. He stormed over, grabbing Lance by the wrist and dragging him out of the bed. Lance put up a kicking and yelling fight, but he was no match for Shiro's strength.
Lotor sat up, but remained silent, watching Lance. Lance was angry that he wasn't doing or saying anything.
"L-Lotor! Help me!"
"...I do not believe it is wise for me to get in the middle of this. This is between you and your leader." Lotor said calmly.
Lance yelled in frustration, continuing to struggle even as Shiro dragged Lance out of the room and into the hall. Shiro growled as he tossed Lance against the side of one of the walls, making Lance grow silent.
Lance slid to his butt and sat on the cold grown, crossing his arms defensively. Shiro sighed. "I thought you would be mature about this, but you are still such a child."
Lance just pouted. Shiro bent down, taking his jacket off and sliding it over Lance's shoulders.
"Oooohh how sweet of you." Lance scowled up at him. Shiro grabbed his wrist and pulled him up. "Allura and I wanted to be reasonable, but you are making this difficult Lance." Shiro dragged Lance into the lounge before shoving him onto the couch.
Allura was already standing there with her arms crossed. She did not look pleased.
"Why Lance? You know that none of us trust him, yet you would sneak around us to lay with our enemy?"
"He isn't an enemy to me!" Lance spat out. "You may not see it that way, but we do. You know what the Galra are capable of." Shiro said.
"Yes." Allura said, lacing her fingers together as she exhaled softly. "Which is why... We are not accepting either of Lotor's proposals. We will fight him if need be, but he is not welcome here any longer."
Lance's head shot up in disbelief. "WHAT? You are just kicking him out?"
"He is the son of Zarkon, an evil man. Lance we cannot trust him." Shiro sat down, crossing his arms.
"I told you that I trust him! Isn't that enough?"
"You are very easy to trust people Lance. You are a very kind person with a very big heart. It is not a bad thing, but this is something we need to do. It is right for us, for Voltron." Allura spoke.
Lance shot up, his fists clenched tightly, the jacket slightly slipping off, making Allura advert her eyes.
"It is my life isn't it? If i was with some alien girl you could care less. It is my life and I will decide who i spend my nights with!" He shouted. Shiro stood up, and before Lance could react, Shiro slapped him across the face.
"While you are a member of Voltron, you WILL listen to our decisions. We are doing this for the Universe's sake."
Lance scowled. "Fine." He grumbled. "Then consider me no longer a member."
You know what I love doing the most in my stories? Making cliff-hangers :3
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