Web of Sins

A Fly in a Web

Nightmares tended to be pretty recurrent for Lance every time he went to bed; really the only thing that differed between nights was the context of what he'd see in his nightmares. Sometimes they were about real life events, things to do with his family or Lotor, and other times, it was just him alone. Just...alone. Either way, he was used to the whole routine of waking up in a cold sweat by now, and it was no different this morning as he blinked awake, chest heavy and mind fresh with torment from his dream of wandering aimlessly amongst a black space.

There were many times where he cried himself to sleep and equally as many times where he would cry himself awake, and right now, that was all he wanted to do as he gripped his bare chest beneath the blanket.

An arm suddenly snaked around his waist, offering him instant physical comfort as he gasped and instinctively leaned backwards into Lotor's body warmth. His heart leapt a bit as Lotor hugged him closer, and a smile spread across his face as he eased himself back against his daddy's chest. That's right, he had to calm down. It was okay. Lotor was here for him now. Lotor had come back for him.

He focused on the sound of Lotor's breaths and the rhythmic beat of his heart, doing his best to match it until he found himself in a much more tranquil stasis. Everything would be okay from now on. He was safe.

He had no interest in getting up without Lotor, so he just propped his head up more on the soft pillow and glanced around the room.

It was familiar. It was all familiar, everything about this, from spooning with Lotor and seeking comfort in his body warmth to waking up to the sight of a pleasantly white, large room lined with picture frames on the walls...it brought back memories, and evoked a slight pang in Lance's chest.

A sigh escape him as he observed the pictures, smile stretching far across his face at all the memories. There was a picture of him and Lotor leaning against each other, sitting beneath a tree; he remembered that date from the first summer they met. Another picture showed them laughing in front of a blue cake, enjoying celebrating Lance's birthday together. Then, there were dozens more of them just hugging and kissing and Lance sitting on Lotor's lap while making funny faces.

Lance could feel a lump forming in his throat as he took in all the memories, heart throbbing and pounding against his chest as if it was reaching out to the pictures. His eyes grew wetter with each one he looked at, but he welcomed the emotion gladly. It was so overwhelming to him to be here again, to get to see all of this again. He'd gone through so much to convince himself he could never have this again, but here he was.

He was back.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?"

He jumped a bit at the sound of Lotor's voice and immediately turned around so they were facing each other. His heart did another leap as Lotor grinned at him, and he was very quickly remembering how charming Lotor's morning face was.

"They've been up all this time. Even when neither of us occupied this room, the photos never left. They've been waiting for us to come back to them." He gently let his hand fall flat against Lance's cheek, thumb rubbing down against his chin and making Lance squirm.

"Daddy..." He whispered, eyes shutting in bliss as he leaned into the touch and scooted forward into Lotor's body even more. "...me too. I waited, too."

Lotor smiled as his hand moved down to hold Lance's chin in between his fingers. "And here we are, now."

They moved together, lips meeting halfway in a chaste morning kiss and offering all the sunlight Lance could possibly need. His nightmare was long forgotten by now.

Lotor sat up after the kiss, turning to the door. "Narti!"

The door opened to reveal a darker-skinned woman in a fancy suit, sunglasses blocking her eyes as she walked over with a rather large plate. One of Lotor's maids.