Klance One-Shots (some may be kinky)

Bought

(Not a prequel to show boy)

Lance was sleeping lightly. Even tho his state could be considered napping, he was grateful for it after last nights events. His back hurt along with his chest. He was bleeding from a couple of spots along the inside of his thighs, his heck and collar bone even his chest. Bite marks were a bitch as always. The skin on his back was red and raw from the whip and broken on some places. His lip was split and he was sure he had a lot of bruises. And even on calmer nights, his collar bone, wrists and ankles stung and bled from the heavy metal restrains. His spine ached from sleeping in that position but he was in to much pain to move.

He was startled awake by an electric shock to his shoulder. He twitched back hitting his injured foot on the bathtub-sized cage wall. A man opened the door and roughly pulled the brunette out. Lance hit the top cage wall with this side effectively drawing even more blood from the fresh wounds.

-Ok you little bitch. You'll never guess but someone bought you.- the bigger man pulled Lance buy the chain attached to his collar. Lance choked a bit but did what he was supposed to and crawled behind the man. He didn't know any of his owner's names. He was a toy, toys don't know who owns them. They walked down a long hallway. There was a metal door at the and. His owner tapped on it four times and it opened. He lead the boy to the middle of the room and left him there commanding him to sit. Lance did. He was sitting back on his ankles with his arms loosely by his sides, head down looking at his scared thighs.

-Now. The money.- his owner demanded.

-Of course.- a deep voice spoke. Lance could hear foot steps and the clicking of a case. His owner hummed in satisfaction.

-All yours. You can exit the way you came in.- and he walked out the room. Lance was now left alone with the person who just bought him.

-Stand up Lance, god what did they do to you.- he didn't bother questioning how this new person knew his name. He assumed that his previous owner had told him. Once Lance did stand, the man stepped forward and started undoing the shackles around the brunette's limbs. However he didn't get a proper chance to because the second Lance saw his purple stained skin he shot back tripping over his feet and falling onto the ground and further injuring his left leg.

-You.. you are g-garla....- he hugged hus knees to his chest hiding himself from the Garla.

-Lance. Look at me.- Lance shook his head. He couldn't. Garla kidnapped him. Garla sold him here. Garla hurt his friends. As much as he hated it here, at least he wasn't with them. And now he is back in their hands. Flash backs filled Lance's mind. Of when he was on the mother ship. Of when he was captured. Of when he was Lotor's personal slave. Of all the things he did to him. When he got bored of Lance and sold him, the poor boy didnt know weather to laugh or cry. Laugh because he wouldn't be with Lotor anymore, or cry because now his friends wouldn't know where he is. At least before they new he was on the ship. And they had made attempts to retrieve him. All of them failures. But lance could remember the alarms blasting. Red light shining. Red, Lance's second favorite colour. Every time the lights flashed, he eas reminded of the beautiful night spend sleeping in Keith's lion when he didn't want to be alone.

Attention we are under attack by the lions everyone in position

He remembered the thrill and rush of adrenaline he got every time he heard that warning. He remembered one specific moment. Hunk had made it to his cell. He saw his dear friend for the first time in months. But he also remembered Lotor throwing the yellow Palladian across the room. He remembered the words that fell from his mouth.

-" HUNK HUNK RUN!!!! LEAVE ME DON'T BE STUPID RUN!!!

Not long after Lance was sold because the attacks of the Palladian's were getting stronger and more complex. So the Garla decided to just get rid of the person causing them. 

But now. He was back in Garla hands. All sorts of awful thoughts filled him. If the Garla wanted him back. Then the threat of the Palladian's must have been token care of... they might be dead. They might have been captured.....

-Lance. Lance! Don't cry Lance. Look at me.- he just shook his head. The Garla knelt next to him and grabbed his hand. Lance shut his eyes hiding his head in this knees.

He pulls his hand back the but the solder has a strong grip in him.

Suddenly he feels.... kisses?

The garla was kissing hid hand....

He slowly and cautiously opened his eyes and looked at the garla. He was indeed kissing his hand. Lance relaxed a bit after this act.

-Honestly, I thought you would recognise my voice.- Lance's eyes widened as the mass of heir on top of his arm lifted to reveal a familiar face. Just purple with yellow eyes.

-K-keith?- he tripped over his words.

-Lance, thank god you remembered.- Lance jump hugged Keith.

-Took you long enough mullet.- he cried into his lover's shoulder.

-I know Lance. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.- Keith started shaking under Lance's embrace. It's been so long. So long since he could hug his lover.

-It's ok... you... you are alive and you're here now.

-Lance, we have to go. The others are waiting for us in one of the escape pods from the ship.- Keith reluctantly let go of Lance and reaches for his bag. Now finally continuing with his work of undoing the cuffs. Lance hummed in relief as the weight on his neck was taken away. Keith pulled something else out of the bag witch made Lance's eyes light up. His blue and gray shirt, jeans and jacket were neatly folded on top of Keith's forearms.

-Now lets go home, shall we?