Hope you guys are enjoying! Finally Lance is awake! Hopefully we can now get down to business -wink wink nudge nudge- been a while since I wrote some smutty goodness.

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Lotor felt his eyes water as he squeezed Lance's hands and a bright smile lit up his face. "Oh Lance, I am so glad you are OK!"

Lotor leaned in and nuzzled his face into Lance's chest, Lance removed one of his hand's from Lotor's grasp and ran a hand through Lotor's hair. He frowned. "Your hair.. it isn't as soft as usual.. have you not been taking good care of it?"

Lotor leaned up, laughing. "You think with me worrying about you, I would have time for my hair?"

Lance smiled, playing with a handful of Lotor's hair. "You didn't need to worry about me, I am stronger than I look."

"That I know for sure."

"Ahem." Acxa coughed, interrupting the two and making them turn to her. "Forgive me Lotor, but Lance was unconscious for a little over two weeks, we need to run some tests and make sure everything is 100% fine."

Lotor nodded. "Of course." He leaned up, but Lance had a tight hold on his hand. "Don't leave me." He whined. Lotor smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Lance's forehead. "I will always be here for you, my kitten."

Lotor did however, slip out of his hand and stand to the side so the generals could check Lance. Lance's only complaints were he was aching all over and his throat was very parched. After drinking two cups full of water, he felt much better. Ezor took some of Lance's blood to run some tests, Acxa checked his vitals and his heart, and Zethrid brought him some soft food for him to eat.

"My body feels better than it has in ages! Weird after being stabbed with a sword only two weeks ago! Did you guys give me something to heal my wounds really fast?"

The generals glanced at each other and then at Lotor, who sighed. "Listen Lance... When... when you got stabbed, you had lost a huge amount of blood, to the point you were going to die if we didn't do something fast... so.." Lotor rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at his generals before they got the message and quickly left the room.

Lance looked confused as Lotor grabbed a chair and moved to the side of the bed. "We didn't have anyone who had the same blood type as you, but I couldn't lose you.. so.. without your consent, we did a transfusion of my blood into your system."

Lance seemed surprised, but not bothered, so Lotor continued.

"Because I am part Altean, we thought the blood would change and become O negative, but I think instead it took over your blood instead." Lotor was uncomfortable, he didn't know how to tell Lance he had changed, more physically than anything else.

Lance noticed this and placed his small hand on top of Lotor's. "I love you, no matter what. You know that right?"

Lotor swallowed, and nodded. "Your appearance.. has slightly changed." Lance only nodded, and asked for a mirror, which Lotor quickly searched for and brought a small mirror for Lance. Lance peered at it, and gasped.

He ran a hand along his pointed ears, and slid his fingers along his cheeks, following the markings. He was most curious about his eyes, leaning closer to the mirror, blinking, holding his eyes wide, and turning his head to look at all angles. Lance reached up to slip the bit of his hair that was white between his fingers. It was such a small bit of his hair, but enough to be obvious. He ran his hand through the rest of his hair, curious. The white part was incredibly soft to the touch, while the rest of his hair was stringy and oily from not taking a shower for over two weeks.

Lotor only waited, worried that Lance would be enraged about the change without his permission. It was one thing to do a blood transfusion without consent, it was a whole other issue when the transfusion ends up changing the person physical appearance.

"Oh... my god this is amazing!" Lance hooted. Lotor was startled. "You.. you are OK with this?"

Lance whipped his eyes towards Lotor's, the biggest grin on his face. "Are you kidding? This is awesome! I look like a fantasy character straight out of my favorite RPGs!"

Lotor raised an eyebrow in confusion, but Lance continued. "I look so cool!I am like part human, galra, and altean right? Sweet! And i have white in my hair now, like Shiro! Though i mean i am still mad at him for trying to take me back and fighting me, and of course stabbing me, but wasn't really his fault, so i can't blame him." Lance rambled on.

Lotor let out a sigh of relief. "I was so worried you would come to hate me for it." Lance blinked at him, pausing mid sentence. "Wait, why?"

"Well... I gave you galra/altean blood without your consent, which also changed your appearance. People have always considered the galra people to be disgusting and horrible, I didn't want you to hate me or find me or yourself disgusting because you have galra blood."

Lance clicked his tongue. "Lotor!" He leaned forward, pressing both his palms against both sides of Lotor's face and squishing his cheeks, making Lotor look like a fish. "I will say it as many times as I have to, I LOVE you OK? I love you so unbelievably much, the pain of being away from you for a mere few ticks makes me go crazy! I would never come to hate you or find you or myself disgusting. And sure some people may hate galra people, but I don't, and that should be obvious. I fell in love with you, you showed me that not all galra people are horrible beings. I love you, for you."

Lance smiled brightly, leaning forward to kiss Lotor softly. God Lotor missed those lips. He felt silly kissing Lance with his face in such a position, but it made him happy nonetheless.

Lance leaned back, a smile still plastered on his adorable face. "I would never ask you to be anyone other than the amazing, sexy, considerate person you are."

Lotor felt tears slip from his eyes as he nodded. "You were gone for so long, and here you are comforting me, it should be the other way around."

Lance slid his hands down to Lotor's neck, pulling him in for a hug. "I know you are my big tough purple panther, but that doesn't mean I can't comfort you too."

Lotor smiled, pressing his face against Lance's shoulder and wrapping his arms around his waist, gripping tightly at his shirt. It had been many, many years since Lotor had let his emotions get the best of him, and they were all rushing out all at once. He hated showing his vulnerable side to anyone, but with Lance, he felt... safe.

He let out a choked sob, holding Lance tightly to him, while Lance just ran a soft hand through his hair in a soothing manner.

"I.. I was so scared I was going to lose you... I couldn't think. I couldn't imagine my life without you."

"Trust me Lotor, I will always be by your side, through life or death." He kissed the top of Lotor's head, and Lotor lifted his head up to look at Lance's eyes.

"Are you sure you are OK? No pain, nothing uncomfortable? Your body is OK?"

Lance laughed happily, pulling Lotor down so he was laying slightly on top of Lance. "I have never felt better. And I am just so glad you are here." He smiled, before pulling Lotor down for a deep, heartfelt kiss. Lotor was addicted to those lips.

He pulled Lance up slightly off the bed, crushing him against his chest as they deepen the kiss. He sucked on Lance's lower lip, tugging it between his teeth and biting it gently. Lance pulled back, cheeks red and panting heavily.

"Whoa there panther, before we get into any fun business, I need to take a shower, i feel super gross. After that, I need to talk to you." Lance said, running his fingers through Lotor's hair and moving them away from Lotor's face.

Lotor felt his heart skip a beat, but he nodded, feeling the weight of the small box Haggar gave him in his pocket.

"Me too."

WHAT'S IN THE BOX? WHAT'S IN THE BOOOXXXX?

Any guesses?

Soooo, in the show Lotor is this tough big cookie, but i wanted to delve inside and make him show a different side of himself in my story. I mean if you think about it, who knows how old he is, what he has seen and forced to do by Zarkon. Not to mention his parents use to be the sweet parents they were before they became obsessed with quintessence and power hungry. It must have been alot for him to get use to. Perhaps he is tough on the outside, but weak on the inside, but doesn't want to show it to anyone. However, Lance is someone he, honestly anyone, can rely on :3

Let me know what you think, comment my lovelies!