Teammates. Friends. Family. (Langst)

Teammates. Friends. Family.

"Lance!" Someone screamed his name desperately behind him. Pidge. The muscles in his neck twitched, the urge to turn towards the voice was overwhelming. His stomach sank but he couldn't look away from the ship that he was stepping towards, slowly but surely coming closer to it. Hot tears welled up in his eyes as he tried in vain to move any part of his body, but he kept marching to the open bay doors of Lotor's ship. The prince himself stood smirking as he came closer and closer to him.

"Lance! What are doing?!" A different a voice screamed at him angrily. That was Keith. A quiet sob hitched out of his throat, although it didn't register on his face. He didn't even know why he was walking towards the ship. Or why none of the generals were keeping him away from it. Not even why he couldn't move his body.

"Lance please!" Hunk. He couldn't stand that he was the one that caused that much pain to be in his friend's voice. His foot landed on the metal of the ship ramp, unwillingly he walked and stopped at Lotor's side and turned to look back at the battle.

"Zethrid, we're done here," Lotor drawled, he gripped Lance's face in his hand and drew him closer possessively. She grinned and slammed her hands into the ground, sending up a cloud of dirt and debris. It took less than a minute for the ship to rocket into the atmosphere and away from them.

"Lance!" Allura screamed, her eyes searching the skies for the ship.

"Everyone, get to your lions, we still have a chance of catching them," Keith commanded running back to Black. He didn't wait for any affirmations before he was rocketing into the skies in a vain attempt to get his teammate. He flew around the planet looking in all directions for the craft, no matter where he looked he couldn't even find a clue to where they could have gone.

"What about Red?" Allura asked the coms. If only he was in Red right now, Black was fast but Red was like a missile. He wasn't the red paladin though. In fact, they had just lost their red paladin. He didn't know what to do, he was supposed to be their leader. Now, look what it had gotten them.

"Keith?" Hunk asked gently, "Did you get Lance?" He asked so innocently that Keith didn't know if he could tell him so bluntly.

"Keith?" Pidge asked again after the moment of silence.

"He's gone, Lotor has him now,"

Metal cuffs were a lot less kinky than he thought they would be. Especially after being mind fucked by a female version of Zarkon and kidnapped by an evil prince. He had walked himself onto the outpost planet, redressed into a pair of threadbare pants and held his arms up to be tied before he was released from the galra's spell.

"So, you're Lotor?" Lance asked the smirking galra in front of him.

"That I am," he replied with a sharp grin. He circled Lance like a shark in the water.

"So what did you capture me for? Handsome looks? Right-hand man? Expert sharpshooter?" He asked with a sparkling grin.

"Your fragile mind," Lotor responded crossing his arms. At Lance's fallen smile, he let out a hum and stood in front of him again.

"Obviously you weren't our first choice, we hoped for the leader or the Princess, anyone else really but it was much easier to get you on the ship instead," he chuckled. He squeezed Lance's cheeks in his claws bringing his face closer to his.

"Now, I want you to tell me about your alliances and bring me your lion," he demanded. Lance laughed and ripped his face away from the prince.

"You really expect me to give up my friends just like that?" He barked out a laugh. Lotor only grinned in response, startling Lance and making him fall silent in confusion.