Abuse is the love I feed you ~ lotor x lance ~ altean au

~my enemy~

warning ; slight Lancelot, angst, slight gore 

(lances pov)

its cold... so cold. 

I can feel it, every shiver, every shift of every beings presence. I can feel each and every galra in this ship. their breath, their voice, their hearts. I can feel everything, but none of it makes sense, how can it?

first I was in heaven, I had my family, my friends, allura and my lion, but since I have arrived on this ship, every happiness I had has been stripped away from me, replaced by pain and brutality. of course, I wasn't destined for greatness like allura said, I was born just to be made a sacrifice, a choice I now realise may have put so many lives in danger, including mine.

as I am lost in my thoughts, the door to my cell slides open, revealing a soft looking lotor, who hasn't noticed that I am awake.

"why did this have to happen, blue?" I can hear him ask softly.

what happen? what is he talking about?

"if only you knew, maybe it could be different, it wasn't with her though, I know not to get my hopes up." he speaks in a dismal tone.

"what are you talking about?" I ask suddenly, breaking the prince out of his sad daze.

"I thought you were asleep, how much did you hear?" he asks in distress. "come on, we have another experiment planned."

"lotor... I know its not my place to ask... but did something happen?" why am I asking him this? he's my enemy!

he stares at me with a fury I have never seen before, its painful for him, I know it is, but he turn slaps me and turns away, demanding that the guards escort us to the experimentation lab.

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every punch, kick and slap hurts like a thousand knives against my sensitive skin. the guards lift me by my arms, placing me upon a table, five restraints lining the hunk of metal. 

"tie him down, bring the tray!" lotor commands above me.

I am tied down by my hands, legs and my neck. each restraint cutting into me with each move I make.

lotor grabs something from the tray a nearby druid had received for him. he lifts a needle filled with luminescence.

"lotor, you don't know what that could do to me, please! lotor stop!! LOTOR PLEASE!!" lotor ignores my pleas, and sticks the needle into the skin just below the neck restraint. 

the pain flows through my body, burning nearly every nerve in my body, I scream and convulse but nobody will take away this pain.

"PLEASE STOP THIS!!" 

why wouldn't anyone take away this pain?

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(lotors pov)

I watch him scream and cry on the table, the luminescence making his veins glow a bright blue, showing me that its working.

"PLEASE STOP THIS!!" he screams at the top of his lungs. I do feel sorry for him, but this must be done.

some of the hairs on his head that have not already been changed, turn to a pale white that shines a slight pale blue. his eyes open to show his whole sclera and pupils have turned the colour of the most vibrant blue I have ever seen.

"l-lot..or" he whispers in a pained tone. "I-I know... you d-don't want this... its not your f-fault." he croaks out.

"you know not of what you speak!" I shout, knowing that if he finds out, this could very well turn the tables of this war, good or bad, I can't have that. the boy looks up at me, his face changing from pained to calm. 

"you loved them, so much, but they never loved you back. your mother forgot you, and your father hated your other half. you only wanted acceptance, but instead you were beaten to know better. I know how you really feel lotor, you don't have to hide anymore." he speaks calmly, without fail of fault, he speaks of every woe I hold in my heart. 

the whole of his hair is now a clean white, his restraints undone and his feet afloat slightly above the floor.

while on my knees, he floats above me, with an ethereal beauty I had never seen before. his ears now pointed, glowing marks below his cheeks, the galra uniform now changed to a simple tight blue vest and white pants. his bare arms showing more bright glowing altean marks.

his hand reaching out to me, silently asking for me to take it. I hesitate, but take his hand. I don't know why but I do. 

I thought he was the enemy, but maybe, just maybe, he could be something more.

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ok, so I haven't posted in ages because school is a thing and is literally taking up all of my time, I had a day of today so I had time, hopefully I can upload more but I wont promise, also I am very proud of this. please vote and comment!!

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