Long Naps (klancelot) (bxb)

Chapter 18

This has nothing to do with the story^^
I just love him.
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Lotor cradled his dear little Altean in his arms. Lance had had another episode. They were occurring with increasing frequency. Lotor was starting to get worried. He let Lance sleep for now, but they would have to find a solution at some point. If this kept happening... What if Haggar wanted to take him for her experiments? Lotor couldn't lose him. No matter what. Lance, to him, was more important than the Empire. That's exactly what Haggar had feared would happen, but Lotor couldn't help how he felt. The witch always said Galra don't love, but that meant nothing to Lotor now. Lance meant everything.

"I will protect you," Lotor said quietly. "Even if it kills me."

Lance didn't respond. His sweet pink lips remained motionless upon his face. Lotor brought Lance closer and placed a firm kiss on those lips. He swiped his tongue over the soft flesh, enjoying the remnants of mango fruit.

"Sir!" a sentry alerted. "Voltron is attempting to reopen the channel. Would you like to answer?"

Lotor raked his claws gently through Lance's hair. They'd already seen him, so they wouldn't get upset, right? "Yes," he answered. He sat up in his throne and propped Lance up a little. The screen appeared. Only the Yellow One™️ and the princess were there.

"Prince Lotor," Allura prompted. "We-"

"Ah. That's Emperor Lotor, now," the emperor corrected. Then he explained, "I got married."

Something dark crossed Allura's face, but it passed. "Emperor Lotor, then. We um... It has come to our attention that you have several prisoners that are of interest to us."

Lotor smirked. "Is that so?" He absently caressed Lance's cheek. "I had no idea."

Allura and her paladin weren't smiling. "We will meet with you in three quintants time. We're sending our coordinates. Come unarmed and bring the prisoners."

"And if I decline?" Lotor mused.

The Yellow Paladin gritted his teeth. "It's non-negotiable. You're coming here, you're bringing Lance, and then we can talk. You will come unarmed, and you will cooperate with whatever terms or conditions we dictate."

Lotor scrunched his nose in distaste. "You forget your place, boy. I am above you. If I meet any of your conditions, it will be solely for my amusement. And you needn't send coordinates; we're already tracking you."

Allura opened her mouth to speak but closed it. Then she sighed. "Prin- Emperor Lotor, please. All we have to offer is an alliance, but it is an alliance that would place Voltron with the Galra Empire. You could do what your father never-"

Lotor put up a hand for her to stop. He didn't want to be compared to his father anymore, but more importantly Lance's eyes were doing that rapid movement under the eyelids thing again. Then he gasped awake. He nearly fell, but Lotor held him steady. "Are you alright?" Lotor checked.

Lance scanned himself. Then he scanned Lotor. "Who are you?" he asked with a lost expression.

The emperor took his beloved by the hand. "You don't know me?"

"I don't-"

"Lotor," the man pushed. "You know me." He scanned Lance's eyes for any scrap of recognition.

"Lotor. Of course, I know you," Lance smiled. "I don't know why I asked. How could I forget you, my love?"

Lotor softened. "How, indeed." The Yellow Paladin cleared his throat. Lotor had honestly forgotten about them. "Right," he said. "I suppose we will go."