star struck

chapter 7

Keith glared at lotor, how dare he kiss lance. Lance was his. He looked on, unable to do anything as he saw lotor, disguised as himself, gently caress Lance's face.

It made him feel sick to his stomach. And the man who had tricked lance was inches away from his face, demanding information.

"What does he mean keith?" He asked again in a calm tone, as if he'd beaten them.

"Obviously he means Allura, like she will just leave two paladins of voltron with you." Keith said trying to think on he feet, which was hard seeing as they almost weren't touching the ground.

Lotor pondered this for a moment. "He must have a lot of confidence in her then. Possibly more than you." He was trying to bait Keith.

"If lance has more confidence in the princess that's fine, she's  a strong leader, she's determined. When she tries to get us back she will succeed. you can't make me doubt him." Keith said in annoyance.

The process into the mind was complicated without Hagard, but was possible. You had to doubt your loved ones. Misstrust was all the opening they needed to weasel their way in the the darkest depths of your memories. Without that, they could gather enough information off of the strongest and most recent feelings.

Apparently for both lance and Keith, those had been of eachother. And that was enough for lotor to disguise himself as Keith. If he couldn't break lance he thought for sure he could break Keith this way. Plus getting close to lance wasn't the worst thing lotor had done in his life.

Lotor smirked and turned around, walking back into Lance's room as himself. Lance gave him an uninterested look.

"What it do purple boo?" Lance said nonchalantly.

Lotor shook his head. "Oh my, I think I'm becoming fond of these pet names you keep giving me."

"Well good because there's a lot more to come pickle loser." Lance said as he closed his eyes. He knew how the galra got information, torture, and he was just waiting for his torture to come.

Instead of pain he felt cool hands on his face, he snapped his eyes open to see lotor right in front of him. He felt lotor's body press into his. His heart rate jumped as confusion and disgust spread through him. He turned his face to look away, the only way he could really avoid him at this point. He left cool lips on his neck and he brought his knee up fast.

Effectively kneeing him in the groin lotor took a couple steps back from the pain, too bad for him he'd made lance angry and was still in reach. Lance used his other leg to kick off the wall, giving him some extra momentum, and landed a heavy kick to lotors chest sending him falling back.

If looks could kill, lotor wouldn't have stood a chance. "What the hell was that?"

Lotor lay on the ground for a moment before standing, giving lance a disappointed look. "Tsk tsk, and you were so much nicer to the small one."

"What can I say, I got a thing for the brooding type." Lance said as he was now ready to fight. Before he was under the assumption that if he behaved, didn't fight back, they wouldn't hurt keith. This was different tho.

Lotor stepped closer again but making sure to keep his distance now, "I can be brooding if you want." He said in a low and seductive voice.

Lance's lip turned up into a snarl. "What kind of game are you trying to play lotor?" Lance said as he pulled at the cuffs holding his hands.

"No games my paladin. I simply want you. And I'd like it very much if you would want me as well."

Lance looked on in disbelief, "you are out of your mind. I know you saw me and Keith. You should have at least figured out by now that I already have someone."