Long Naps (klancelot) (bxb)

Chapter 13

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Lotor really loved Lance. Um...having Lance. He really loved having Lance.

He loved his beauty and charm. He loved his funny little comments after every sentence. He loved his mannerisms and the way his nose twitched right before he woke up.

"You're staring at me again," Lance said as he pulled up the boots of his new outfit. Lotor had had the royal tailor make something similar to what most Galra in the Empire wore, but had a touch of Altean flare. It had built in armor in case something happened, but mostly it was just pretty. It was made just for Lance, and the little Altean looked so wonderful in it.

"I have to watch you," Lotor smiled. "I need to plan how I'm going to take everything off of you later." Almost every quintet after work, Lotor had had the pleasure of quiznaking Lance straight to Hell. What did Lance call it? Oh, that's right. Steamy, premarital, unprotected, hot, alien sex.

That elicited a giggle from Lance. "Oh, my prince. I don't know how I handle myself around you."

Lotor stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Lance to latch his cloak. His cheek brushed Lance's hair, which had curled as it had gotten longer. "I didn't realize that this was you handling yourself," he growled. He gave him a kiss on the neck, then another on the corner of his smile before leading him to the throne room. "Come, my darling. Today is your big day."

Haggar was already there waiting.

"Are you prepared?" She asked Lance. He nodded hesitantly. She took him to...well Lotor didn't know exactly, but they went down the hall that they had gone down everyday since Lance had woken up.

Lotor sat in his throne and conducted his men to their battle stations. About a varga later, Haggar must've entered the coordinates because a wormhole was opening before them. They proceeded through it.

Two Druids appeared, carrying a glowing Lance between them as the Galra fleet approached the Castle of Lions. Lotor allowed himself to smile (menacingly) in front of his men. Whatever Haggar had done, it had worked perfectly. The Druids gave Lance to Lotor and the prince took him in his arms, stroking him as one might a cat.

"Get their attention," Lotor said, referring to Team Voltron. A single laser hit the castle ship, probably setting off alarms or something. "Now open a communication channel."

Lance's head lolled onto the arm of the throne. That was fine, since then his face would not be seen by his former comrades.

Lotor was expecting to see Keith- he had planned out an entire argument when he had bathed- but it was Allura who answered. They weren't at the bridge, also. They seemed to be in a dining hall, or something. Lotor couldn't help but note how much bigger his dining hall was.

"What do you want," Allura clipped. "And how did you find us?" She seemed pissed, which was exactly what Lotor was hoping for.

"I believe you know exactly what I want," Lotor said, flipping his hair. Allura didn't answer. "The Lions. I want the Lions."

She flared her nostrils. "Well you can't have them."

Lotor rolled his eyes, catching sight of his sleeping pet. He smiled cruelly. "Is Lance still on the table? I'd accept him as well."

There was a crash behind her, which she turned to address. "Keith! Put that away!"

Another crash. "We're never going to find him! And I am not crazy!"