Long Naps (klancelot) (bxb)

Chapter 7

^^Stolen, obvi.

Sorry I took so long to update ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Also, semi-confusing chapter ahead! ¡Buenos suerte!
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Lotor brooded in his room for a full day before he decided on a plan to save Lance. He hoped it wasn't already too late. He was going to disguise himself, find Lance, and bring him back to his ship to hide him from Haggar. His favorite slave, an older frail alien, was going to go with him into town.

"Are you sure about this?" Fave Slave asked Lotor, handing him his cloak.

The prince buckled the clasp and pulled the hood over his head. His face wound was healed, for the most part, but it still wasn't pretty. "Of course I'm sure. I can't let her have him. She'd quiznak his mind. I cannot let that happen."

The slave struggled with the clasp on his own cloak. "How do you know she'd do anything to him? You've made rash decisions based on assumptions before. I don't want you to get into trouble or hurt."

Lotor removed Favorite's fumbling hands and buckled his cloak as well. "Haggar is crazy. Lance is innocent. Well, he likes Voltron, but that will change."

Fave sighed. "I am worried about you. I fear you have ulterior motives that are clouding your judgment." His hands shook slightly as he went to open the door.

"Ulterior motives?" Lotor thought about that. He was going to save Lance and Lance'd fall in love with him and denounce Voltron and switch sides and stay with Lotor and probably marry him and...oh. Maybe he did have other intentions.

Whatever his real plans, though, Lotor was going to save Lance.

He and Fave Slave trod silently down the first hall. At the corner, Lotor listened for the sentries. He ticked his head in time with their foot steps and led Fave down the next hall once the bots had passed.

The two of them weaved about the corridors that were comically easy to sneak through. They reached Lotor's hangar and a sentry by the door approached them.

"Halt. Identify," it recited, putting out a hand.

Lotor rolled his eyes. "Oh, don't get your wires in a twist," he said, charging his weapon. He blew out the robotic brains of the obstacle before him and continued to his ship.

More sentries entered the hangar as the bay doors slid open. Fave buckled himself into a seat and gave Lotor thumbs up.

"Let's get out of here," the Galra/Altean smiled, powering up his ship. "Let's find Lance."

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Lance and Keith stood, not breaking shocked eye contact with each other. They were confused, to say the least.

Lance was having trouble processing what happened. His emotions were all out of wack. Last night, he hadn't wanted anything to do with Keith after he'd called him a slut. Then, for some reason, they were all over each other.

Lance felt...angry. What game was Keith playing? Was he trying to prove his point that Lance was a whore? He felt used.

"I'm not," Lance said, his voice shaking.

Keith took a step forward. Lance took a step back.

"Paladins, report to the dining hall immediately," Coran's voice sounded on the speakers through the castle.