Man, 9 chapters already?
My longest story is 10 chapters long, and even then i had lost interest by then... hopefully i don't with this one! one of my stories took a year to update, i don't want to do that with this story xD
The conversation with Pidge had left Lance confused with his thoughts. He had always enjoyed the few nights he had spent with Lotor. Two to be exact, but even that small amount had Lance craving his attention more and more. He never considered himself to be in love with the Prince.
Time seemed to pass so slowly, yet Lance couldn't tell what time it was while he was trapped in the cell. The only time he could tell it was day was when one of the paladins brought him food. Usually it was Pidge, but Hunk had shown up a few times to give Lance his food and chat with him.
Pidge seemed on edge about Shiro and Allura's decision, and she seemed more or less accepting of Lance's relationship with Lotor. Hunk would always avoid topics including Lotor. Keith never once visited him, not that Lance expected him to.
Lance sat against the back of the cell, zoning out until alarms starting flaring. He stood up and laced his fingers around the bars, trying to see if anyone would come. Sure enough, the large door to the prison area opened and Pidge's face appeared.
"Pidge! What's going on?"
She was breathless, her hands on her knees. "L-lotor... he.. is attacking." Lance froze. So Lotor was really serious about taking the lions by force if need be.
"Where's Shiro?" He asked, desperately. Before Pidge could reply, Shiro appeared. He was angry. He grabbed Pidge roughly by the arm. Her head shot up. "Get to your lion." He said. Pidge nodded and wordlessly ran towards the hangar.
"So.." Lance started. "Lotor is attacking. What are you going to do without Voltron?" He smirked. If Shiro could, he would have slapped Lance again. "Knock it off. It is because of you that we are in this mess."
"Bullshit!" Lance screeched, slamming palms against the bars. "If i had just gone with Lotor, none of this would happen!"
"We couldn't trust him."
"Then you should have trusted me!"
Shiro gave him a look. "After going behind our backs, you really think we would have?"
Lance glared at him. "Whatever. Let me out Shiro!"
Shiro scowled. "I only came here to get Pidge." He turned and started to leave. Lance yelled at him.
"Shiro! I refuse to be a paladin! I want to live my life! Let me go to Lotor! SHIRO!" Lance continued to scream, while Shiro ignored him; leaving the room. Lance gritted his teeth, back again at square one.
Tears flowed down Lance's cheeks as he continued to bang his sore hands against the bars. He was just so upset. He gritted his teeth and let out a silent sob, sliding down to the ground.
'Why am i so useless...' Lance groaned, rubbing at his eyes. Being kept in the cell for probably days without being able to take a bath made Lance feel unbelievably gross. He ran a hand through his oily hair. All his screaming and crying made him feel sick. He collapsed onto his small makeshift bed with the single blanket Pidge had given him. He screamed into the blanket, gripping at it tightly.
He was sick of this. Sick of how everyone had treated him. Pidge had been the only understanding one. He wanted to be with Lotor. He had been upset when he found out Lotor had left, and even more so when Lotor didn't help him before, but all of that frustration was drained out of him.
He just wanted to see Lotor again. To be embraced in those strong arms. To be kissed, to be loved. 'But... what if Lotor doesn't feel the same way..?' The thought suddenly crossed Lance's mind.
'I mean.. He has never told me he likes me, granted I haven't either... But we only did it twice, it could have just been a way for him to release what was pent up... Plus he didn't even try to help me.. And he just left... Ughh! I don't know what to think!' Lance groaned, pounding his fists into the blanket.
He knew Lotor cared about him as much as he did, but the lost feeling was taking a toll on his heart. Lance could feel the Castle shaking, whether from the Lions leaving the Hangar, or attacks from Lotor.
Lance closed his eyes, and reached out to his lion. He could feel her presence, and felt at ease. Blue was and always would be his favorite of all the lions.
"Blue... what do I do?" he spoke aloud. He could feel her rumble in his mind, calming him down. She didn't have a response for him, not that he expected her to. Lance sat up, rubbing his head. He knew Lotor had fun with him, both boys felt drawn to each other. But he also knew that Lotor had a duty; to follow the commands of Zarkon and do whatever he needed to do. If Lotor was told to kill Lance, he might do so without any hesitation.
Or maybe he would hesitate.. Lance just couldn't tell. He realized that even though the two felt so connected, Lance knew next to nothing about the prince. Perhaps it was just a way to pass time for Lotor. He had insisted in taking the lions, and then later offering an alternative of taking a paladin. Lance was certain Lotor would have taken him if the team agreed.
But then comes the next question; would Lance be happy with Lotor? Lotor was such a powerful man. He was raised to be cruel and unforgiving. Maybe once he got tired of Lance, he would toss him away.
'Or maybe he already has..' Lance sighed.
The Castle rumbled from the fight happening outside. Lance could only imagine how desperate everyone was fighting without being able to form Voltron. Allura probably had the shields up on the Castle as usual.
He turned back towards the opening of his cell, and nearly had a heart attack.
There stood one of Lotor's generals. He realized he could see through her. "An illusion?" Lance asked. He recognized her being the silent one. Narti, if he remembered correctly. Narti raised her hand, and waved it back and forth.
Lance was confused, and awkwardly waved back. Narti moved forward and crouched, turning her head. An illusion of a cat appeared on her shoulder, and the cat's eyes pierced Lance's. He jumped, and the cat jumped off Narti's shoulder and wandered inside the cell.
Lance reached down tentatively, and gaped as his hand went through the cat. 'An illusion after all... But why did she come here?'
He watched curiously as the cat looked around while Narti sat silently in front of the cell. After a moment, the cat turned and leaped back onto her shoulder. Narti stood up and turned away.
"W-wait!" Lance called out, grabbing the bars. Narti turned her head, as if to listen.
"Please... tell Lotor I am OK. Tell him to not worry about me."
A pause, and then Narti nodded before her illusion, along with the cat, vanished.
Lance sighed, sitting down on the cold ground. Suddenly there was a loud boom, and the entire Castle shook. Lance was tossed against the wall, grunting as he slammed against it. He felt a force pulling him, and when he grasped the bars again to peer out of the cell, he gasped.
There was a small hole in the Castle! Just big enough for someone to get through. He could feel the oxygen in the prison room leaving. He tugged at the bars, panic spreading throughout his limbs. He inhaled deeply, the rest of the oxygen in the room before it left.
A shadow loomed above him, and Lance glanced up. floating above him was one of Lotor's generals. It was the peppy, optimistic general, Ezor. She grinned at him, before pointing a rather large gun at the cell.
"Back up!" She yelled. Lance quickly scrambled back, still holding his breath and starting to get dizzy. With zero gravity, Lance could only grab onto the toilet before he would bash his head into the ceiling.
Ezor shot at the cage, and weird purple goo landed all over the bars. Nothing happened at first, but after a moment the goo started to dissolve the bars, and seconds later, the bars were completely gone.
Ezor glided in, grabbing a helmet she had tied to her waist. Lance let her place the helmet on him, and the galra helmet tightened around his neck, fitting perfectly.
After a moment, Lance's lungs were filled with oxygen, and he breathed in deeply.
"What's going on?" He asked her. Ezor grinned. "It's a rescue mission!" Lance gaped at her while she grabbed his wrist and dragged him out.
"Rescue.. mission?" Ezor used the boosters on her suit to propel them towards the opening she had created. "Well that's what I call it anyway! I mean they are your teammates, but Lotor doesn't want to see you get hurt. Though i mean you already have... Aannd he did fight you for a bit, at least I assume so since he sent us all out. But I do-" Ezor continued to ramble.
Lance stared at her as she pulled him through the opening. "Lotor..." He breathed. Ezor rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah, Your teammates might not be accepting, but we all could care less who our leader falls in love with."
Lance felt his heart beat against his chest. He could picture Lotor's flawless face; his strong arms, his warm body. Lance blushed.
"Where are you taking me?" He asked. Though the answer was obvious.
"To Lotor of course!" She cooed. The two have reached her small ship, hiding under the belly of the Castle; in the shadows it cast. Lance turned his head as more explosions were heard. He recognized the lions immediately, each fighting a small ship that Lance assumed Lotor and the other three general's were piloting.
Lance felt slightly bad for just leaving his teammates. He cared about him, and he knew deep down they did too. But he had to do this. He had to do what was right for him. Lance slipped into the cramped ship as Ezor pressed into him.
She reached over to press a button to close the ship's door. She pressed another button, and Lotor's face lit up on the screen. Lance felt his heart stop.
Lotor was gritting his teeth, obviously having trouble fighting which ever lion he was against.
"Prince Lotor! I have Lance." Ezor spoke, pressing her face close to the screen. Lotor's eyes flickered to the screen, but Lance wasn't sure he saw him with how close Ezor was to it.
"Understood. Everyone fall back." Lotor spoke calmly, despite the fighting going on. His deep voice sent shivers down Lance's spine. It felt like ages since he had seen or heard the prince of the Galra.
"Roger that!" Ezor whooped, turning her ship around to fly off. Lance turned to look outside the side of the window. He watched as the other four ships turn and dart away. all the lions stilled except for Shiro's. The Black lion roared, continuing to shoot at the ships even while they fell back.
Lance looked down, wondering if this was the right decision. He clenched his fists. Of course it was! 'Shiro and Allura had me locked up! They treated me like an animal... I want to be with him. I want to be with Lotor!' Lance smiled to himself, renewing his confidence.
Ezor continued to talk to him, rambling on about what their large ship was like, but all Lance could think about was Lotor.
'He cares about me too... I'm coming, Lotor!'
Huehue.. that you are Lance ;3
.. i mean, ahem.
Commeeeeennnttttt!
Also, side note, who do you ship aside from Lance and Lotor?
I ship Keith and Shiro a shit ton, but honestly i ship all the guys with all the guys, so sue me xD