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

~who are we?~

warnings; langst, fluff

(no ones pov)

Lance sits in a plain room, not purple like most of the chambers in this ship, but more of a dark, sinister blue. it appears that he has returned to his normal self, if his normal self is a mess of sadness and numbing pain.

He sits on a 'small' version of a galran chair, just small enough for him to sit on. he holds his knees up to his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around them. he looks out of a large glass window, looking out towards the lonely expanse of space, empathising with each star as the ship passes them by.

A lonely boy, in a lonely universe. travelling with a pack of savages and an equally lonely prince, who he happened to have just stabbed in the stomach. 

His dark eyes, staring numbingly at the window in front of him, wondering what it would have been like if he had stayed on earth. wondering what Allura must think of him, but even though he had only just confessed about... well he can't really remember, he cant really seem to indulge in thinking about her like he used to.

As he looks at the window, he thinks of how only moments ago, he had stabbed probably the most powerful galra on this ship, and its even better that said galra didn't care, said that he still loved him with blood on his hands.

His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of an automated door, sliding open behind him. he doesn't have the energy to look behind him, or to even jump at the sound rippling violently through the silence.

"There you are, I was looking for you." a voice sounds behind him.

"what do you want lotor." the boy manages to creak out.

"I see you're back to yourself." he says sweetly next to him.

"why are you here lotor? if you couldn't tell, I literally just stabbed you." he bit out, hoping his icy tone will send the prince on his way.

"I know." he chuckles out. "I definitely felt it." he finishes his sentence with a sigh and a smile.

lance turns to look at him with an equally worried, shocked and scared face. "are you joking?" he finally asks. "I tell you that I know all of your secrets, force you to confess to me, then stab you... and your alright with that?" he questioned.

"I told you I loved you, I meant that lance. your weren't yourself, its not you're fault." he explains with a tone one would use on an upset child. 

lance looks him in the eyes as lotor kneels to his level. the look on lotors face shows lance that he was serious, that he didn't blame lance, and that he really did love him. tears well up in lances eyes as he lets out a sob and lunges his arms out, grabbing onto lotors neck and pulling him into a hug.

"i'm... so s-sorry!" he yells into lotors shoulder, only letting his grip falter when lotor let out a small hiss of pain.

lance immediately let go and knelt on the ground next to lotor to check the wound he had caused. he could see that the wound was small, but was still bleeding. he manged to rip off some material from his jacket he manged to snag before coming to this room.

"lance, that's your jacket. why are your ripping it?" lotor asks in alarm.

lance chose to ignore him as he used the cloth to bandage lotors wound as best as he could. he got up off of the ground and stepped back, looking at his work to make sure it was suffice.

"lance, look at me please." lotor says to him in a hushed but pleading voice.

lance tilts his head up to meet lotors gaze. his lips turned to a sad smile, his eyes shaped lovingly.

"what happened was my fault, I should have listened to you're warnings. I should have known that the liquid wouldn't react well with your blood. I should never have used you like I did, I'm sorry love," he whispers to him in a lovingly tone.

lance chooses to stare at his face for a few moments, taking in the view of his smooth skin, complimented by a hue of pink blush, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, his lips a luxurious shade of glossy purple.

before he realises it, lance leans up to meet lotors lips with his own, taking in his muffled yelp of surprise, deepening the kiss with another push of his toes, lotor now giving in to the connection.

lance steps back, but is still holding onto lotors eyes, staring into his eyes lovingly.

"who are we, lotor?" he asks him with a slight chuckle.

"I don't know, lance. guess we will have to find out." he reply's, leaning in to kiss lance a second time, with more pressure and vigour.

lance reciprocates this by adding an equal amount of pressure and feeling, the kiss deepens even more, teeth clashing and tongue meeting. lotor leans back to look at lances blushing face.

"are you sure about this, lance? we don't have to" lotor asks with a serious tone.

"yes, lotor. I want this, and I know you do to." lance finishes his sentence by cupping lotors cheek with his hand.

"I love you so much." lotor says before locking his lips with lances once again.

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hi guys, I chose to stop here because I'm not sure if I want to write smut here or not. so I'm leaving the decision up to you, smut or no smut? let me know in the comments

smut or no smut? 

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