Love Lance

I Knew You Still Liked Me

Top- Lotor
Bottom- Lance

Third Person POV

It was a lovely, beautiful night on the planet of Altea. The sun was setting, and the moon was rising, the sky soon to be filled with stars. Lance was attending yet another lavish party hosted by his father. As the prince, he was danced with continuously by suitors. He was getting tired and bored. Bored of the same chitter chatter that each suitor engaged in. Seriously, was there no one with a hint of personality?

It was becoming a rather long night. He picked up a glass and sipped it by the table of confectioneries. His eyes scanned the room of guests with familiar yet unfamiliar faces. He was getting a little tired of all this. Soon enough, he was approached yet again, but this time, he knew them. They slithered up to his side, a smirk on their face.

"Hello again, prince Lance," he coed.

"Oh, Lotor, I never even noticed you were here." Lance rolled his eyes.

"Not happy to see me?" He pouted playfully.

"It's not a word I'd use." Lance glanced at him.

"Ouch," Lotor mocked sadness at that. "But you and I used to have so much fun~" he crawled an arm around his waist.

"Used to," Lance side eyed him.

"Can't we have some more?" He leaned in closer to him.

"Lotor, I'm not letting you get to me again. We were young, you were charming, and I fell for it," he grumbled.

"It was so cute, seventeen year old Lance, being your first was an honour~." he lightly rubbed his hip.

"Yet I was not yours," he finally fully looked at Lotor, a fire in his eyes.

"Sadly, no, you weren't, but by far my favourite virgin,"

"Ew," Lance cringed and pulled away.

"Alright, maybe that was weird to say," he chuckled. "I apologise,"

"Try creepy," Lance grimaced.

"I apologise," he repeated.

"Hm," Lance seemed more relaxed.

Lotor bowed politely, offering a sincere apology for his slip of word. It took some effort, but Lance loosened up and casually spoke with Lotor. It eased his boredom slightly. It helped pass the time, but the night was not getting much later, and there was still a long way to go before the ball ended for the night. Lotor suggested taking a walk, and they stepped out together. They chatted quietly.

"So I see you being swarmed by suitors," Lotor noted.

"Yes," Lance sighed. "But they are all so boring, trying to talk like a relationship is all business and no fun."

"I see. Don't tell me you're looking for love, sweet prince?" He chuckled lightly.

"And is that so impossible?" Lance asked.

"Well, yes, we are royalty, better than the common folk, falling in love? We are above such things, " Lotor thought a little too highly of himself.

"Well, if love is impossible, I at least aim to like the person I marry," he explained, yet Lotor chuckled again.

"It will not be important, but sure, go ahead and try to 'like' them." it amused him.

"Fine, I will, I'll find someone hot so at least I can enjoy the sex parts," Lance huffed.

"Now that is worth it," Lotor agreed.

"My father is at least offering me suitors and a chance to choose." Lance was relieved.