Stone Cold

T w e n t y s i x

Lance and Lotor sat on the porch as the kids were sleeping and lance was having a smoke as Lotor held a bottle while they chatted.

"John should be coming home in an hour or so," Lance sighed exhaling smoke from his lips as he had his legs across lotors lap as they were across from each other.

"Why do you bother? He doesn't seem to return anything," Lotor frowned seeing how much effort puts into his family, but his father was just passed out drunk all the time.

"My dad use to serve in the military, he watched his best friend get shot in the head in Afghanistan and was shot in the leg, he had his own time of getting fucked up in the head," lance shrugged holding the cigarette.

"That doesn't excuse his absence of a father, to have children then bail, not for you at least," Lotor gulped. He didn't know if he was close enough to say anything to lance about his families issues but he was going to risk it.

"I know," lance didn't argue. "I've been doing this for so long so I gave up fighting to be me, I became what they needed,"

"That's not fair to you, what about college?" Lotor bit the inside of his cheek.

"I never even graduated high school man," lance snorted.

Lotor looked at him sadly and lance shrugged it off as he inhaled the cigarette and looked at the empty street with light posts down the road.

"I had potential too, I had a 4.3 GPA, I was going to graduate and get into some school, Michigan maybe, Madison, but when Luis went to jail again and Marco moved out, had to step up, no one else would," lance explained seeing the way Lotor looked at him. Disappointed? Guilty.

"Did you grow up rich?" Lance asked.

"Yes," Lotor nodded taking a sip of beer.

"Is it as nice as the movies make it?" Lance smirked.

Lotor set down the bottle as he looked at the streets.

Run or fight. If he ran he'd come for him. If he fought he'd loose. He'd loose either way.

He couldn't run. Couldn't hide. Couldn't fight.

As soon a he turned around a hand was grabbing his shirt raising the boy off the ground.

"No..." Lotor finally spoke.

"I didn't have a butler," he smirked at lance softly.

"No?" Lance giggled.

"I had a governess, she practically raised me," Lotor sighed rolling his eyes.

"So you had a nanny," lance snorted.

"My father... wasn't around," Lotor looked down and lance caught that look in his eye, something fearful or painful.

"You don't talk about your family a lot," lance pulled his knees to his chest with a soft look in his own eyes.

"I'm an only child, there's not much to my family," Lotor chuckled.

"My father wasn't around and my mother died when I was born, that's all," Lotor elaborated knowing lance would ask more.

"You dad didn't blame you for that did he?" Lance asked concerned.

"No, not that I know of at least," Lotor shrugged it off. "I haven't spoken to my father in six years,"

"Oh I'm sorry," lance pursed his lips.

"Don't be love, I hope the bastard dies for all I care," Lotor chuckled and lance snorted nodding as he knew the feeling.