Long Naps (klancelot) (bxb)

Chapter 9

^I've been waiting to use this forever^
Idk the artist ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Watch out for Langst! (It will find you.)
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Lance found one thing that fit him. It was like the black suit that he wore under his paladin armor, except that it was sleeveless. He thought briefly about his wax, but figured that the quintessence water probably healed his skin, or something. He found a purple scarf/cape thing that looked bougie as fuck, and a dark gray belt and boots that were likely Galra child sizes, but they fit Lance, so whatever.

Lance walked out of the closet. He caught his reflection in the mirror and couldn't help but pose. He looked fine as hell. Even his hair was better. "Why yes, Keith. These are Galra clothes. Oh, yes, I was wearing/rocking Altean clothes yesterday. I know. I know. I'm a man of many talents." He smiled triumphantly at his reflection.

I had sex, Lance thought. He felt big and powerful. No longer a boy. He was a real man now. It had hurt more than he had imagined, but then again, he never would've guessed that he was a bottom.

You had sex! another voice in his head yelled.

With a hot alien babe.

You had spontaneous unprotected premarital gay sex with an alien.

Lance mentally gasped. Shit! I had unprotected sex with an alien!

You gonna die.

Lance stopped talking to the voice in his head. He didn't like what it was telling him, though it was right. He did have unprotected alien sex. Maybe the quintessence water healed that too? Please?

He tried to think of happier things than alien STDs as he twirled away from the mirror. The cape fluttered around him. Lance wondered if Lotor would ever dance with him. Lotor was probably, like, the prima ballerina of the Galra, or something, that graceful fucker.

Lance continued spinning and jumping around to the music in his head until he ran into the bed. His accessories from the day before were in a messy pile on the floor. His clothes were gone. The Altean distress-signal-device stared up at him innocently. He was really quiznaking lucky that no one found this.

Hey, remember when you told Coran that'd you be back last night?

Shut up.

Lance picked up the thing. Yesterday seemed like a million years ago. Under the device was the chip that he was supposed put Galra data on. He picked that up too. It was no larger than a dime, yet it weighed heavily in his palm.

Lance really liked Lotor, and he had feeling that the prince-like man felt the same way about him. He was so wonderfully perfect. Lotor would never lash out at him like Keith had. Lotor wasn't confusing like Keith.

You're using him, the voice reminded him.

I hate you, Lance responded. He stared at the chip. I don't want to do this.

You have to. You have no choice. You can finish this simple mission and gain everything, or fail and forever be disgraced among the paladins.

But Lotor-

is the enemy.

He said that I could join him.