"Lance?" Keith questioned.
"Keith wait," Pidge held his arm back for a few minutes to make sure the liquid had worked.
Lance lay there, looking up at the ceiling, eyes wide. A tear streaked down his cheek.
"Why- why am I chained? Guys?"
"Wait a few Lance it's okay I promise" Pidge calmed Lance down.
Minutes passed and nothing, nothing happened.
Hunk unchained Lance from the table, and handed him a shirt.
"Here,"
Lance tried to put it on but everything hurt too much. The scars on his rib cage, on his wrists, his ankles, his back. The bruises on his jawline, chin, arms, legs. Everything hurt.
"Ughhh, my head... feels like it was bashed against a wall" he brought a hand up to it.
"What happened?" He asked.
"Well, you uh" Hunk began. "Um, you were Galra for a couple of hours.
"Galra?" Lance questioned.
Keith walked over to Lance and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Woah, don't touch me" Lance winced.
"Wait-" Lance froze. Another tear made its way down his cheek.
"Oh my god," Lance gasped.
Keith turned around, sobbing quietly.
"Keith I- I- I'm" Lance's voice cracked.
Keith dropped to his knees, ducking his head low.
Lance had a look of guilt on his face. He tried to stand but everything hurt, badly. He just collapsed onto the floor, yelping in pain.
Hunk sat him back down on the table.
"What do you remember?"
"Well, I know I was captured by some soliders, and then I was taken to the ship. They chained me into this torture chamber where Haggar zapped me, cut me, and I guess I still wouldn't talk so she made me drink this red liquid that made me hurt people..."Lance's voice shuddered as he remembered what the pain was like.
"Keith, I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" Lance started to cry.
He had never felt more guilty in his life. Hurting the one's he loved, showing how he felt. He knew some of the things he had said were true but he had no control.
Keith looked behind, and looked at Lance's scars, bruises and blood. He had been hurt way too much.
Pidge and Hunk slowly made their way out of the cortex leaving Keith and Lance alone to discuss what had happened.
"Um," he sniffled. "Did I hurt anyone?" Lance asked, furrowing his eyebrows, his nose twitching.
"Yeah, you did," Keith stated.
"Who?" Lance asked again, looking at the floor.
"Um," Keith began but stared at the ground in case Lance decided to look up.
"You nearly choked me, and Shiro and I might've experience some ringing,"
"Oh," Lance sounded disappointed in himself.
"I swear, I swear I tried- tried to reject it Keith, I did! But they wouldn't let me go..." Lance frowned and his eyes teared up.
"Lance, I know, I know you did" was all Keith managed to say.
Keith tried to hug Lance, but he pushed him away, hissing.
"Why did they want you?" Keith asked.
"They- they kept asking me where Voltron was," he drew a shuddering breath.
"I wouldn't answer so they resorted to- uh, other measures..." his hand reached over to the wound in his rib, where it was bruised and cut, dried blood still remained.
"Lance! You almost risked you life on that ship!" Keith exclaimed.
"I know, but it wouldn't matter anyway, I am just the seventh wheel..." Lance trailed off, swinging his legs off the table.
This surprised Keith. He never knew Lance had felt that way. He just stood there in silence for a few minutes staring at Lance's body.
"Keith," Lance spoke.
Keith didn't respond.
"Keith," Lance spoke a little louder this time getting Keith's attention.
"Don't look at me," Lance stated.
"Why not?"
"Because these scars and bruises make me look disgusting," Another tear came down Lance's cheek, marking a new tear streak.
"Lance, they don't make you look disgusting," Keith began.
"They make you look strong, beautiful, amazing," Keith blushed.
He walked up to Lance, taking his hands.
"Keith, I-"
Keith brushed his lips over Lance's, widening his eyes not in fear, but in shock.
"Lance, I-I love you, you know that?" Keith made direct eye contact with Lance.
"How can you love me if I hurt you?!" Lance exclaimed.
"It wasn't your fault," Keith softened his tone, running his fingers through Lance's hair.
"But it was," Lance replied.
"I let them take me, I didn't fight, I- I let them tie me. The things I said were true, I had no control over it!" Lance yelled in frustration.
"See, thing is you did fight. I saw you fight, I know you tried. But," Keith whispered in Lance's ear.
"You never stopped fighting" Lance widened his eyes again, in confusion.
"But I know what I said, what I called you, what I did to you. I never meant for that to leave my mouth! I swear Keith, *hic* I never wanted to hurt you!"
"Lance, calm down. I know, it's fine" Keith tried to calm Lance down.
"But it isn't!" Lance yelled again, wincing as the wound on his neck streched.
"Lance, your eyes proved you kept fighting. From galra to Lance, Lance to galra. You warned us when you regained control but fought behind the Galran eyes. You're stronger than you think, you-" Keith was cut off by another kiss on his lips.
Lance held Keith's face tightly not wanting Keith to seperate. Lance got closer to Keith no matter how much his wounds hurt. He needed somebody to hold him.
Lance was the one to let go, but Keith looked for more. He layed Lance on the table again, kissing him. Not on his lips, but the bruises and scars. The faint taste of sweat and blood filled his mouth.
"Keith..." Lance's heart raced.
"Hm?" Keith looked up.
He sighed heavily and responded with a shake of his head.
Keith kept trailing his way down Lance's body with kisses. Lance twitched some as Keith touched his bruises.
Lance pulled Keith up, eyes meeting, Keith feeling the fast breaths Lance released.
"Keith, I love you too," Lance whispered.
Keith smiled, kissing him again.
Both boys heard footsteps down the hallway. They quickly got off of each other Keith standing in the same place as he stood in before.
"Mmmkay, so all I did was reverse a sample of his blood and I guess that did it," Pidge explained to Hunk as they walked into the cortex.
"So, you guys talked, everything good now?" Hunk asked.
Lance and Keith both blushed hard, shaking their heads yes.
"Well I'm gonna go analyze this now," Pidge smirked as she picked up her phone, the recording app on.
"See exactly what you guys talked about, and if you had any-"Pidge switched her tone, "complications
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Lance widened his eyes toward Keith.
"Shit..." Keith pinched the bridge of his nose.
Lance tried to put his shirt on once again, but winced.
"Pidge, why, just why, are you so interested in this stuff," Keith sighed.
"Oh! So you did do something?" She smirked again.
"WELL THE FUCK WE DID!" Lance exclaimed.
"And I guess you're feeling much better" she smiled.
Lance shook his head in disappointment, and looked away.
"Well Hunk, would you like to come with me and listen to this?"
"Uh no thank you, that's for your, yum, enjoyment" Hunk pretended to gag and left in the other direction.
"What the hell just happened" Lance stated.
"Um, I guess it doesn't really matter now does it?"
Lance shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, I just want to go sleep honestly. After all that screaming, you know it can tire you out" Lance sighed.
"I'll help you there," Keith smiled.
Keith placed an arm under Lance's arm to help him walk.
"Why don't I just pick you up?" Keith asked.
"Honestly what you're doing now hurts, so if you picked me up that would hurt like hell" Lance chuckled softly.
As they slowly made their way to Lance's room, they met up with Shiro and Allura. Allura shot Keith a nasty look, and kept walking. Shiro just smiled at them and asked if everything was okay now.
"Yeah everythings good," Keith gave Allura a stern look.
Both boys resumed walking ahead to Lance's dorm.