Long Naps (klancelot) (bxb)

Chapter 14

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Lance gasped awake. Panic hung heavily in his chest. He was in his room in his bed. He stared at the purple sheets clenched in his fists as he caught his breath. He felt like he had had a nightmare, but he couldn't remember. There was only a lingering sense of unease and fear. He was afraid of something, but he couldn't remember what.

He clutched his shaking hands around his stomach before he calmed down and crawled out of bed. He found himself mostly naked, only wearing underwear. Lance approached the mirror, as there was not much else to do in the room, but he wasn't pleased by what he saw. He felt very small. He was small. The mirror itself was made for someone much bigger than himself.

There were pink lines all over his body. They felt hot to the touch and they hurt. Lance recognized them to be in the same places as his Altean markings.

Altean. That meant something. It wasn't just a pet name, though Lotor had never referred to another with the title. Lance looked at his face. He was different from everyone else on the ship. He knew that, but there was something more. He slid a lock of curls behind a pointed ear. There was something about his ears...

Someone...a woman? No. A girl. She had said that something was wrong with them. She had said that they were hideous.

Nothing was wrong with them, though. They could hear, just as they were supposed to.

The door opened and he turned his little body towards the sound.

Lotor looked very tired, but he smiled when he saw the boy. "Lance!" he exclaimed, relieved. The prince took the younger's head in his hands. "Are you well? What happened to you?"

Lance giggled a little, glad not be alone anymore, and put his hands on Lotor's. "I'm fine. But what about you? Is something wrong?"

Lotor scowled. "Yes. What happened to your skin?" He barely touched one of the inflamed lines and Lance winced, biting his lip so as not to cry out.

"I-I'm not sure. It feels kind of like a burn, but I think it's more than that." He looked up at his Prince. "Do you think a bath would fix it?"

Lotor examined one of Lance's arms. "I think that would make it worse." He pursed his lips in thought. He was so beautiful. "I know," he smiled.

That made Lance smile, too.

Lotor led him to the bathroom, but instead of going into the baths, they approached a box located at the edge of the large room. There were crates all around the room. They were of the same hue as the walls, so Lance had never noticed them before.

Lotor counted the boxes silently before kneeling in front one that was on the left-ish. He placed his hands on its surface and mumbled a little incantation, which Lance found weirdly sexy. With a glow the crate clicked open. The prince retrieved a little jar resembling Winnie the Pooh's pot of honey, though Lance had no idea who that was.

"Go and lay on the bed," Lotor instructed. "Frontside first."

Lance obeyed and let his bare chest sink into the luxurious blankets. It was a while before he felt the bed press down when the prince sat on it. "What is that?" he asked, trying to look as Lotor began to brush cold metallic paste along the marks on his back.