Long Naps (klancelot) (bxb)

Chapter 6

^^Meme. (My personal favorite, tbh.)
Again, it's stolen from the internet.
Warning for obnoxiously long chapter. Enjoy;)
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When Lance had gone three vargas without spewing the watery contents of his gut, he decided that he was healed enough to get up. He still had a hellish headache, but compared to before, he felt great.

Lance was pinned down by the Galra with long white hair. He looked up at her with dazed eyes. He was so out of it that he didn't even flinch when she swooped down and bit his neck.

Lance looked across the room to Keith's bed. Keith seemed to be asleep. He walked over.

Lance lay there like a broken doll as the white haired monster took his clothes. She ran her long purple hands threw his hair, down his neck, across his chest.

"No," Keith tried to say. "Get off of him. Get off!"

Keith was whimpering something in his sleep. Lance stepped closer to see him better. His face was contorted in emotional pain and his breathing was ragged. "Stop it," he murmured pitifully.

"Stop it!" Keith screamed as the Galra went further and further on Lance, leaving bite marks and scratches all down his body. Keith tried to run to Lance. To save him, but his body wouldn't move. "Get off!" he cried helplessly.

"Get off," Keith whined.

Lance felt sick all over again. What had happened to Keith? Lance couldn't help but assume the worst and blame himself. "Keith, buddy." Keith began to shake with unconscious sobs. Lance nudged him slightly. "Wake up."

Keith's eyes shot open. His breathing and heartbeat were out of control. Lance was in front of him, but the Galra was nowhere to be seen.

"Keith, are you okay?" Lance's voice was thick with worry.

Keith found himself unable to look at Lance's face. At his eyes. "I-I-I'm fine. I j-just-" his voice was caught in a sob. "I don't know w-why I'm crying," he lied.

Lance had never seen Keith vulnerable like this. He was freaking out. "You- you had a bad dream, I think. But you-you're okay now, right? But you're not-" Lance reached a hand to Keith, but it was slapped away.

Keith stood. "I said I was fine," he grumbled, trying to get his breathing under control. He wiped his eyes and left the room without looking once at Lance.

Lance didn't know what to do. He was pretty sure that something horrible had happened to Keith, but there was nothing Lance could do about it. He would have to talk to him later. For now, he needed to feed the team the information that he had gathered.

It was about dinner time, so Lance went to his dorm and put on his Earth clothes. It was comforting to have them on again. He went to the mirror to brush his teeth and wash his face. He had seriously rank vomit breath.

Lance noticed markings on the left side of his neck. They didn't rub away when he scrubbed at them. He rinsed his face and closer inspected the imperfections on his skin.

A light blush fell across his face as Lance realized what they were. He thought back to when he was making out with Lotor in his ship. He knew that he told Lotor not to leave any marks where someone might see, and he was pretty sure that the Galra/Altean had obliged.

Lance finished his face routine and tried to cover his neck with his jacket hood. Good enough, I guess.

Everyone else was already in the dining hall when Lance walked in. They all looked up at him, except for Keith. "Welcome back!" Hunk said.