My Kitten

Love is Caring

Man, 9 chapters already???

My longest story is 10 chapters long, and even then i had lost interest by then... hopefully i don't with this one! one of my stories took a year to update, i don't want to do that with this story xD

The conversation with Pidge had left Lance confused with his thoughts. He had always enjoyed the few nights he had spent with Lotor. Two to be exact, but even that small amount had Lance craving his attention more and more. He never considered himself to be in love with the Prince.

Time seemed to pass so slowly, yet Lance couldn't tell what time it was while he was trapped in the cell. The only time he could tell it was day was when one of the paladins brought him food. Usually it was Pidge, but Hunk had shown up a few times to give Lance his food and chat with him.

Pidge seemed on edge about Shiro and Allura's decision, and she seemed more or less accepting of Lance's relationship with Lotor. Hunk would always avoid topics including Lotor. Keith never once visited him, not that Lance expected him to.

Lance sat against the back of the cell, zoning out until alarms starting flaring. He stood up and laced his fingers around the bars, trying to see if anyone would come. Sure enough, the large door to the prison area opened and Pidge's face appeared.

"Pidge! What's going on?"

She was breathless, her hands on her knees. "L-lotor... he.. is attacking." Lance froze. So Lotor was really serious about taking the lions by force if need be.

"Where's Shiro?" He asked, desperately. Before Pidge could reply, Shiro appeared. He was angry. He grabbed Pidge roughly by the arm. Her head shot up. "Get to your lion." He said. Pidge nodded and wordlessly ran towards the hangar.

"So.." Lance started. "Lotor is attacking. What are you going to do without Voltron?" He smirked. If Shiro could, he would have slapped Lance again. "Knock it off. It is because of you that we are in this mess."

"Bullshit!" Lance screeched, slamming palms against the bars. "If i had just gone with Lotor, none of this would happen!"

"We couldn't trust him."

"Then you should have trusted me!"

Shiro gave him a look. "After going behind our backs, you really think we would have?"

Lance glared at him. "Whatever. Let me out Shiro!"

Shiro scowled. "I only came here to get Pidge." He turned and started to leave. Lance yelled at him.

"Shiro! I refuse to be a paladin! I want to live my life! Let me go to Lotor! SHIRO!!" Lance continued to scream, while Shiro ignored him; leaving the room. Lance gritted his teeth, back again at square one.

Tears flowed down Lance's cheeks as he continued to bang his sore hands against the bars. He was just so upset. He gritted his teeth and let out a silent sob, sliding down to the ground.

'Why am i so useless...' Lance groaned, rubbing at his eyes. Being kept in the cell for probably days without being able to take a bath made Lance feel unbelievably gross. He ran a hand through his oily hair. All his screaming and crying made him feel sick. He collapsed onto his small makeshift bed with the single blanket Pidge had given him. He screamed into the blanket, gripping at it tightly. 

He was sick of this. Sick of how everyone had treated him. Pidge had been the only understanding one. He wanted to be with Lotor. He had been upset when he found out Lotor had left, and even more so when Lotor didn't help him before, but all of that frustration was drained out of him. 

He just wanted to see Lotor again. To be embraced in those strong arms. To be kissed, to be loved. 'But... what if Lotor doesn't feel the same way..?' The thought suddenly crossed Lance's mind.