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What started out as a one-time thing quickly transitioned into a secret routine of a meet-and-greet. They would meet together, far away from their home planets, seeking every chance they had to see each other again. There was only one planet in the entire universe—completely green and sylvan—that, as far as Lance knew, had no creatures that lived there. There was no life on this planet, but it was a leafy paradise.

It was always risky releasing the Blue Lion from its hangar, only to meet the commander of his family's infamous adversary whenever he could. So far, luck seemed to be on his side, leaving him free to meet the Galra commander every now and then.

But Lance was a prince, a royal example to his own people. The voice in his head pleaded him to stop committing this act of rebellion behind his beloved father, and older sister. Lance cringed at the thought. Princess Allura, his older sister, finding out about this whole thing would—no. She couldn't find out.

What would she do? What would she say? Oh quiznak!

The young Altean prince never understood how easy it was for him to ignore the voices protesting in the back of his head. They warned him, always, but he simply shoved the dreadful thoughts away. Lance couldn't imagine the consequences he would have to face, if he should ever get caught meeting with the commander of the Galra Empire.

An Altean and a Galra—rivals! It was unspeakable! Utterly sinful! Indeed, no one must ever know. They were completely head-over-heels for one another. It was actually beginning to concern Lance at this point, for a while, and yet he still couldn't resist the temptation to see the Galra commander once again. He always welcomed the idea.

As soon as the Blue Lion rested its robotic legs on top of the grassy fields of the forest, Lance had immediately recognized the familiar aged trees towering over him like skyscrapers. It was also getting dark. That was the usual, and preferable time for him to meet Shiro, who he knew would show up soon. Lance didn't want to keep himself waiting any longer to see him again.

"Thank you, Blue," said Lance, before exiting the lion's cockpit. "I'll come back for you soon."

Now, this wasn't the part of the forest that Lance and Shiro normally met together, no. But Lance chose to hide Blue, for reasons unexplained. Well, okay, one reason was because he adored Blue. Yes, he had feelings for Shiro, but Blue was, dare he say it, more important. It's not because Shiro was the hand-chosen commander to Emperor Zarkon, the Destroyer of the Universe, no. It was simply because he loved Blue a little more than Shiro.

Moving onward, Lance passed through the quiet forest. He began to think about how calming the silence of the forest was during the day, but once the sky darkened further, it was usually a little bit frightening. Fortunately, Lance knew where he was headed and was close by now. In a few minutes, he finally reached his destination. The familiar sight of a lengthy log caught his eye, despite the darkness. He quickly made his way towards it and eagerly sat down. All Lance had to do now was wait patiently, but as seconds became minutes, he grew tired. Despite his patience wearing thin, however, Lance sat with grace; shoulders up, left leg over the other, and hands clasped together.

He closed his eyes momentarily, listening to the silence, but suddenly, he was interrupted by the sound of leaves rustling in the wind. Lance exhaled a heavy breath, brushing it off. But as the sound grew louder, the Altean prince grew skeptical of his surroundings. He hadn't realized how fast his heart was pumping. Lance whimpered, feeling a pair of eyes watching him closely. Was it Blue? Of course not. Lance wanted her to stay hidden. But where was Shiro? Did he forget about him? His thoughts came to a stop as he heard the sound of a twig being snapped in half. Lance gasped. "Blue?"

He heard another snap, but closer. "Shiro?" Lance cried, but there was no response. The Altean prince screamed suddenly, then ran. He didn't dare look back, for that would've caused him to fall, but he somehow still managed to trip over himself due to the fear that overwhelmed him. Lance quickly got back up on his feet and resumed to dash away. He heard loud footsteps chasing him from behind, but he didn't stop running. The dark figure was gaining on him, running faster and faster.

"Let me be, you beast!" Lance cried. He was suddenly forced to a stop. His eyes widened once he realized his cape had gotten caught between the branches of a tall tree. Lance desperately tried to free himself with trembling hands, but it was too late. The shadowy figure pounced on him, making Lance fall to the ground with an echoing shriek.

The Altean prince braced himself for the sharp, menacing claws that were to attack him, but nothing happened. A few more seconds passed by, and Lance was certain he was dead, but that couldn't be. He heard the sound of repetitive huffs hovering above him. Lance's eyes were scrunched shut in fear, whimperering, as his knees shrunk in front of his chest.

"A 'beast,' huh?" a familiar voice said, earning the Altean's attention. Lance looked up hesitantly, meeting a pair of yellow orbs that were unmistakably known for a Galra. It was Shiro; the Galra commander himself. Lance froze in place, staring up in disbelief. He then spoke with a heavy breath. "Shiro! Where the quiznak have you been? I've been waiting a long time to see you!"

The Galra commander chuckled amusingly. "By 'a long time' you mean 'a few doboshes.'" Lance frowned beneath him, clearly disappointed in Shiro for keeping him waiting. "Did you miss me?" Shiro asked, smiling playfully. The Altean prince crossed his arms together in front of his chest, blushing furiously. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't, now, would I?"

Shiro nodded in response. "I missed you too, My Prince." The Galra commander slid his purple claws through Lance's beautiful white locks, which shined brightly underneath the moonlight. He stared fondly at the Altean prince, gazing at his beautiful bronze-skinned face. He loved those dark, ocean-blue eyes of his—he could stare at them forever. Shiro smirked at the blush that bloomed over Lance's cheeks—which had cute, blue marks underneath his eyes that were shaped like crescent moons. He didn't understand what the purpose of those marks were, but the Altean species were rather attractive, Shiro thought. He also loved those tiny, white freckles over Lance's cheeks, that looked like constellations—as he brushed his fingers against the Altean's ears. They were shaped like an elf's; pointy and sticking out of the side of his head. He found them to be adorable, and sensitive. "You are the most beautiful prince in the entire universe, Lance."

The Altean prince always felt himself go weak in the knees every time Shiro lavished him with sweet compliments. It shouldn't have affected him the way it always did. Lance always became a flustered mess. He felt pathetic when he thought about how much he loved Shiro. Their eyes met with such intensity, Lance couldn't stand it. "Of course," he laughed. "I am the prince of Planet Altea!"

But Shiro didn't laugh. In fact, he was not amused by Lance's confident facade. He saw right through him. Shiro leaned forward so their noses touched. He felt Lance's heart race from the proximity. They always hugged and held hands, and kissed each other's cheeks, but they had never been this intimate together. Lance slowly reached upward, placing both hands on either side of Shiro’s purple cheeks, leaning in until Shiro suddenly pulled back, then spoke. "Come on, Lance."

"What?"

Shiro helped Lance stand on his feet before suddenly pedaling backwards, placing his clenched fists protectively in front of his face. The Altean prince quickly caught on before groaning. "Oh, come on... Not again, Shiro. Please. I just want to spend this time with you in peace. We can train another day." Unlike his opponent, Lance was svelte-figured and tall, but Shiro was even taller, and had more of an athletic build. But, of course, opposites attract.

"Now, now," Shiro said knowingly. "You said that the last time we met together. And, who knows? This may be your chance to finally beat me," the Galra commander sang the last sentence, hinting that this was indeed a challenge. Although competitive, Lance did not like to train. All he wanted was to cuddle and kiss Shiro. The Altean prince let out a whine in defeat, almost stomping his foot like a child, but that didn't seem so attractive in his head. Feeling Lance's unwillingness to comply, Shiro encouraged him with a few words. "Come on, Lance. Show me how tough My Prince is."

The Altean prince sighed, hating himself for giving into Shiro’s reassuring words. "You always beat me," Lance said, clenching his fists in front of his face just like Shiro.

"Then, try harder this time," Shiro retorted, ready to attack. "Are you ready?"

"No."

The Galra commander chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."

Lance scoffed. "Excuse me, Commander, but what do you take me for? I am just as strong as you are."

"Then why do you hold back?" Shiro questioned, then swung. Lance dodged his fist easily.

Because I don't want to fight you.

"Well, why do you insist we fight anyway?" Lance asked back, dodging Shiro’s question, as well as his other punches. "There we go—good. Just like that, Lance," Shiro panted. The Altean prince was certainly pleased with himself, seeing the impressed look on Shiro’s face. But Lance's fist suddenly swung right past Shiro’s neck, completely missing his target.

"No, wait!"

Shiro then seized the opportunity to grasp Lance's outstretched hand, and flipped him over to the ground. The Altean Prince groaned in pain from the sudden impact that met his back, as he stared at the yellow orbs above him, and shuddered. Lance seemed too dazed to realize that Shiro had him pinned again. "You almost had me," the Galra commander whispered against Lance's left ear. "I must say, you've improved quite a lot since then."

With a heavy breath, Lance retorted. "I haven't, and you know this. No matter how hard I try, I will always be beneath you."

"Well," Shiro laughed with a smirk, "I personally enjoy having you this way."

And then, Lance couldn't help but notice how the mood shifted suddenly. He felt Shiro’s fingers beginning to caress his heaving chest, but he couldn't move. He seemed too entranced by the Galra commander’s touch. Lance couldn't find the urge to push, or to shove because the answer was clear. He wanted him to do this. He even encouraged Shiro as his arms reached upward and wrapped tightly around his neck. Shiro leaned in so their noses slightly touched, but hesitated to go any further. His lips parted, and Lance saw the tiny, sharp fangs, but he ignored them. In fact, he pulled Shiro closer, then, their lips met.

They kissed each other hastily, one peck after the other as their fingers roamed each other's heated bodies. Each kiss was sweet and passionate, revealing all their emotions that were kept hidden. Lance's fingers snaked through Shiro’s buzzed hair. Shiro suddenly felt a desire grow within, having the need to feel Lance, to make sure this wasn't a dream, but a reality. His lips then hovered above Lance's bronze-colored neck, tempting him to claim that very spot.

Shiro lavished the sensitive area with small kisses, earning a flurry of giggles from the Altean prince. His lips then trailed towards those delicate ears. Shiro loved the way Lance shuddered from his hot breath brushing against his left ear. His behavior quickly transitioned from excited to alert, but before Lance could register what was happening, he felt sharp fangs beginning to graze his left earlobe, causing him to gasp from the slight pain. Lance squirmed beneath the commander as he felt Shiro’s warm, wet tongue lick the spot where his teeth had been.

The Altean prince knew where this situation was heading, but he couldn't push himself to fight back. He was too busy taking in the feeling of Shiro’s warmth and touch. Then suddenly those lips were back on his, and he melted all over again. Lance was clinging desperately onto Shiro’s strong shoulders, feeling the weight of the commander’s chest pressing against his. He couldn't help but hum in bliss. But suddenly, his pleasure was shattered. Lance couldn't believe how stupid he had felt at that very moment. His heart was about to stop from the sudden weight of dread crushing down on him. He had been meaning to tell Shiro his secret, but it completely slipped his mind. It always did, because he was always with him.

Their lips retracted with heavy breaths. Shiro, now alert of Lance's nervous state, stopped and stared. "What's the matter?" The Altean prince was out of breath. His mouth then opened to speak, but immediately closed afterwards. Shiro waited for a response, but seeing how Lance resisted the urge to confess began to worry him. "What? Is there something you want to tell me?" Lance averted his gaze, biting his lower lip to suppress the sob that begged to be released. "Hey, look at me. Lance. What's wrong?"

After a few more seconds, Lance forced himself to meet Shiro’s gaze. The tears streamed down his cheeks, which he then covered his flushed face with trembling hands. He felt a pounding in his throat, but he couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Shiro watched from above, perplexed and slightly irritated. He reached for Lance's hands, and grabbed them, revealing Lance's crestfallen expression. "Please," Shiro shouted. "Tell me what’s wrong!”

The Altean prince inhaled a shaky breath, then exhaled. He nodded his head, feeling the cold, dry tears that stained his cheeks. "Whatever's the problem, it's okay. I won't be--"

"I am betrothed."

The words escaped Lance's lips without missing a heartbeat. He didn't even stutter, which was shocking. Shiro narrowed his brows together, never leaving Lance's gaze, then suddenly, he spoke. "To whom, may I ask?"

Lance blushed, shaking his head. "I... I'm not at liberty to say. But, all I can tell you is that it's...a woman."

Shiro laughed. "Oh, really? And this 'woman,' do you have feelings for her?"

"Well... actually, we haven't formally met... yet."

The Galra commander scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Th-that being said," Lance spoke up, "w-we can't see each other again."

"And here we are," Shiro retorted.

"Please," Lance said, "unhand me." But Shiro only tightened his grip onto Lance's wrists. "I find it rather flattering how you deny how you feel for me. Tell me, how long have you been engaged?"

"I... I'm not sure. Not very long--maybe a phoeb. It's none of your concern!"

"It is, actually. It's obvious how you feel. About her. About me." Shiro laughed. "You don't even like women."

"That is not true! I like both!"

"You clearly like me better," Shiro argued. "You want me."

Lance struggled to free himself as Shiro continued to speak. "Face it. You don't want to see that woman anyway." The Galra commander leaned forward, pressing tender kisses along Lance's jawline, hearing small whimpers from the prince. "She could never make you feel as special, could she?"

"Shiro... This is very dangerous," Lance panted.

"Are you just now realizing this? How long have you been sneaking around behind your family's back, hm?"

"Enough, please. I have to go."

But Shiro continued to whisper the terrible truths in the Altean prince's ear. "What would your dear sister think? You, fooling around with me, the commander of the Galra Empire? Oh, what I would give to see the look on her face. How precious."

Suddenly, Lance began to writhe in frustration on the ground. "Stop it, you beast!"

Shiro chuckled. "You have yet to see that side of me."

Before Lance could retort back, Shiro crashed their lips together, earning a little yelp, which immediately turned into little moans of pleasure. This kiss was hungrier and more urgent than the first, mainly from Shiro’s perspective. He realeased his grip, letting Lance free to roam his eager hands to explore his body again. Shiro loved how Lance's fingers clung desperately onto his attire, yearning to be touched, and Shiro was more than welcome to oblige. Their lips continued to clash, only now tongues were involved. Lance eventually pushed Shiro back, needing to breathe.

They panted heavily, feelings each other's hot breaths. Lance stared up with half-lidded eyes, and Shiro loved the sight of him. The Altean prince reached upward, bringing Shiro closer, touching foreheads. "Shiro," he panted, "I don't know what to do."

"Don't worry, My Prince. We'll discuss this next time."

Lance shook his head. "There is no..." he sighed. "Fine."

The two got up on their feet, holding hands as they did. "Just so that you're aware," Shiro spoke with a grin, "I kissed you first. Twice. Tonight. Also, we've actually met."

Lance tiredly shook head, but smiled. "How is this going to work?"

"Lance. Don't worry about it. We'll..."

"Right! We'll discuss it next--ah! Quiznak! I have to go! Allura is going to kill me!" Lance gasped, and gave Shiro a quick embrace before kissing his lips again. Then, he ran off into the other side of the forest, where Blue was waiting for him.

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Once Lance had safely arrived back to his home planet, Altea—he had immediately heard the sound of his older sister screaming his name. He winced, expecting the scolding.

“Lancelot M. Alfor of Altea! Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you! Mother and Father and I have been worried sick! Explain yourself right now!”

Lance sighed. “Sister, it was nothing! You mustn’t worry about me so constantly. However, I understand your concern!”

Allura clicked her tongue, crossing her arms in judgement. “You did not answer my questions. What are you hiding?”

Lance felt his cheeks heat up. “Nothing! Nothing at all!! I just wanted to take Blue—“

“You used the Blue Lion?” Allura screamed, exasperatedly. “Oh, Lance! You should know better! We cannot be seen! The Galra Empire will see you and destroy our planet! We’ve been through this!”

A sound of silence, for a moment.

Oh, how little did she know…

“I’m sorry,” Lance then said, feeling small. “I just wanted to go outside beyond the Castle walls to, you know—get some fresh air, instead of being inside all day.” He then added, “I was nearby… so don’t worry, please.”

He knew Allura wanted to question him even more, but she seemed to believe him, and, more than anything—looked relieved.

Allura uncrossed her arms, sighing once more. “All right, then… but you do realize that I’m reacting this way because you’re my little brother. Wherever you’ve gone, just remember to always stay alert, and inform us first!”

Suddenly, their parents—King Alfor and Queen Melenor of Altea—appeared before Lance, immediately running towards him.

Lance heard a gasp, knowing that it came from his mother. “Why, Lance! Look at you! You’ve got dirt all over your attire! What happened?”

Before Lance could speak, Allura explained everything that he had claimed to her. Their father then spoke. “Honestly, you gave us quite the fright! But, what’s important now is that you’re back home.”

“That’s right,” his mother agreed. “After all, you must look presentable to whom you’re betrothed to, and to not wander off.”

“Oh. Yes…” Lance agreed, trying to smile, but not so widely like he always did when he was with Shiro. “I shall head to my room chamber now and get ready…”

“Good choice, Lance.”

“That’s my boy.”

Allura immediately noticed Lance’s droopy behavior as their parents praised him. She would most definitely get to the bottom of it.

Once Lance was closely approaching his chamber, he’d seen Coran, his trusted advisor, and the guard outside his room. Not to mention, the only one to know about Lance’s secret. As soon as Lance locked eyes with him, he finally had a genuine smile on his face. His mood had completely changed.

“Coran!” he cried, running towards him, giving him a squeezing hug.

“Oh, my! If it isn’t my little Lancey Lance!”

“I’m not so little anymore,” Lance stated playfully, chuckling.

Coran then gasped. “Your attire! It’s-“

Lance sighed. “Yes… Mother already lectured me about it, and… mentioned my betrothal, again,” he muttered, turning his head sideways.

“Come inside,” Coran said. “Let’s discuss this in your chamber.”

“Okay…”

Once they both entered Lance’s chamber, and made sure the door was closed, Coran spoke first.

“You don’t want to marry her,” Coran stated.

Lance immediately shushed him. However, Coran wasn’t wrong.

Lance let out a breath, then nodded.

“Why not, my boy?” Coran asked.

“Well, it’s because—you know!”

“Ah! That’s right…” Coran whispered. “But, my dear Lance, you have yet to meet her. Who knows? You may even end up liking her!”

Lance twiddled his thumbs, nervously. “I know, and she’s arriving to the Castle tonight! I’m just afraid that I won’t see Shiro ever again.”

“Oh, Lance,” Coran retorted. “I’m so sorry. But, I think you should give this mysterious woman a chance; get to know each other and see if you’ll bond well. If not, then you can tell her your true feelings.”

That didn’t sound too bad of an idea, so, Lance nodded in agreement. “Thank you, Coran. Now, if you please, I must prepare myself and change my attire at once!”

Coran chuckled. “Oh, of course! However, if you need help choosing anything to wear, I’ll be right outside!”

Lance laughed at Coran’s silly words. “I’m sure I’ll be fine but thank you anyway.”

“I shall meet you outside then, My Prince.”

Then, Lance was left alone, dreading the night of meeting his betrothed. Although, that would have to wait—for Lance loved to dress up, regardless of whom he was meeting.

“My Prince…” Lance repeated under his breath.

Those words that Coran had said immediately made him think of Shiro stating them himself. Lance became flustered at the thought, but he immediately shook his head and began looking through his closet. He sighed once more; nothing seemed to be his style. But he would make it work.

Lance knew that such gatherings required formal wear. So, he looked deep through his closet, and chose everything suited to his liking. Mostly all included colors such as blue, white, and gold accessories. The majority of his attire was blue—such as his cape clasped over his collared tunic—that fit him quite nicely—as well as his leggings, and even his sleeves beneath the tunic that revealed his hands.

His high boots were white, just like his hair and freckles on his face. He’d thought about wearing white gloves to match, but he didn’t want to go too overboard. However, he’d worn a white belt over his tunic to match.

For gold, he’d worn his crown—much like Allura’s—that had the blue crystal in the middle to represent Altean royalty, as well as a few rings and a necklace. Even the tunic he was wearing included buttons of gold that had a crest of the Altean symbol. Additionally, the clasp for his his cape was gold with the blue crystal in the middle. Lastly, Lance wore golden earrings to add a finishing touch.

Okay, maybe it was a bit excessive, but he was going to meet his betrothed whom he’d never met before, until tonight. First impressions are important, after all. Lance took a moment to admire his appearance in front of his long mirror. He was quite satisfied with everything, but then his stomach began to turn. He was both nervous and anxious. He didn’t know how things would turn out tonight, but he would find out soon enough.

He inhaled deeply before approaching the door. “Okay, Coran. I’m ready!”

Lance then opened the door to present himself and Coran’s reaction was priceless. “Oh, my quintants! Lance, you look absolutely stunning! Your betrothed will surely be swooned by your presence!”

Lance laughed nervously. “You think so?”

“Absolutely! Now, let’s go greet your family.”

***

Once Lance met with his parents and sister in the throne room, he was suddenly receiving much more praise.

“Our son sure knows how to dress well, doesn’t he?” said his father.

“Indeed,” his mother agreed. “You look so handsome! You will definitely be the talk of the night, looking as handsome as you are. Did you do this, Coran?”

Coran shook his head. “Afraid not, Your Highness. Our Lancey Lance just knows how to dress up, especially for special occasions!”

Lance blushed in embarrassment.

“Agreed,” Lance heard Allura speak suddenly. “Be sure to stay this way for tonight, and as usual.”

Lance was about to retort, but when he turned to face his sister, his smile grew at the sight of her beauty. “Sister, you look absolutely beautiful in this dress—and your makeup, too! I’m a bit jealous.”

They both laughed. Everyone was currently happy and enjoying themselves. Then, Allura spoke to Lance. “Brother, I know you’re afraid, but you know why this must be done. I do, however, want you to be happy. Always.”

Before Lance could respond, she pulled him in for a hug. She then whispered into his elfin ear. “If she hurts you in any way—come to me immediately. Do you understand me?”

Lance pulled away slightly to look at Allura and smiled. “I understand. Thank you.”

“Excellent,” she said, then completely let go of Lance to announce that their guests should be arriving very soon.

And now, Lance began to feel tense again when hearing those words. He took in a deep breath before whispering to himself, “Okay, Lance. Calm down. Everything is going to be fine.”

He jumped suddenly when he’d felt a palm rest on his shoulder. It was Coran. “Relax, my boy. Enjoy your time and remember what I told you. Talk to her and see where things will go.”

Lance simply nodded, feeling slightly more relaxed now from Coran’s comforting words. He exhaled to relieve himself from any stress, feeling more confident to tackle whatever will happen tonight. “Thank you, Coran. Truly.”

“Oh, please. I just want to see you be happy, is all!”

Lance laughed. “You know I mean it, though.”

Coran winked back at him and gave him a thumbs up. “As do I.”

Then, they all approached their thrones—Lance had no idea where to sit, but he figured he’d sit next to his father, while Coran stood beside him, as his chaperone, of course. Although Lance wished that he could have a throne as well. Coran was considered royal, right?

Lance’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock outside the Castle of Lions. That must be the guests Allura referred to. Was it his betrothed? Most likely…

One of their guardsmen next to the front door spoke aloud suddenly, welcoming their guests inside.

“Introducing, Prince Rolo and Princess Nyma of Planet Zuthara!”

Lance was anticipating their appearance as they entered the throne room, standing side-by-side with smiles on their faces. Lance almost gasped, but he did gaze upon them, entranced. They weren’t Altean at all!

“Welcome,” King Alfor spoke, greeting them warmly. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you both in here.”

“Thank you,” the male alien responded, bowing his head slightly. “I am Prince Rolo, and this is my sister,” gesturing his hand towards her, “Princess Nyma.”

Lance’s eyes never left her sight. His heart was pounding. He swallowed just then, thinking about how he would approach her, speak to her, and so on. He’d hardly ever spoken to women, yet he found himself infatuated with her already.

“It is quite an honor to meet you all as well,” the Princess replied to King Alfor, bowing just like her brother did.

“Please, rise,” King Alfor said to the foreign guests. “Allow me to introduce you to my family.” Lance took that as a cue to stand up right after his father did. Thankfully, his mother and sister did the same.

“As you know, I am King Alfor, and to my right, is my dear wife, Queen Melenor, and my beautiful daughter, Princess Allura. To my left, is my one and only son, Prince Lancelot, also known to be Princess Nyma’s betrothed, and future King of Altea. Next to him, is our trusted guardian, Coran. As for tonight, he will be Prince Lancelot and Princess Nyma’s chaperone.”

“A pleasure,” Coran said, nudging Lance to say something too.

Lance felt very overwhelmed, yet, he took a deep breath and replied back, “Thank you for coming tonight. I look forward to knowing more of you both—especially you, Princess Nyma.” He then bowed.

“Likewise,” Lance heard her respond, and his cheeks bloomed a deep shade of red.

“Yes, thank you for making the trip. It must have been a long one,” Princess Allura said.

“We were really looking forward to this occasion,” replied Prince Rolo.

“Yes, Princess Allura. I’ve been excited to meet my betrothed for a while,” Princess Nyma replied, eyes meeting Lance’s own as he rose back up. He gave her a very bashful smile.

“Splendid!” Queen Melenor exclaimed. “Shall we all head to the dining hall, then?”

***

The dining hall went rather smoothly to Lance’s surprise. He felt comfortable enough to speak with everyone, even Princess Nyma and Prince Rolo. They made jokes together and laughed. Lance even got to hear about their stories. They were orphaned at their teenage years ever since the Galra Empire attacked their planet.

That is why Lance is supposedly destined to marry Princess Nyma—to form an alliance against the strongest enemy of the universe. It honestly was a good idea, but Lance had yet to truly know his future wife, let alone being married to her in the future. He just can’t seem to picture it, unfortunately. However, she was certainly beautiful and kind. She absolutely wants justice for her people, and if the Alteans and Zutharans had to come together to form a coalition against the Galra to bring peace and justice to the universe, so be it!

Once everyone was finished eating, King Alfor stood up to make a toast. “May my son forever make you happy, Princess Nyma, and may your future together bring us peace and prosperity for both our home planets!”

“Cheers to that, father,” Princess Allura said.

“I believe that is possible,” Princess Nyma agreed, reaching her hand and placing it over Lance’s own, making him a flustered mess.

“Absolutely!” he managed to say.

Lance looked at the Princess sitting next to him and smiled. “Um, Princess, if you’re feeling up to it…”

“Yes?”

Everyone watched them in silence, smiles all around the room. Lance was too happy to notice all eyes on him and the Princess.

“Would you like to have a walk with me around the Castle?” Lance asked.

Princess Nyma smiled widely, chuckling happily. “Of course, Prince Lancelot!”

“Please, call me Lance.”

“Okay,” she replied, “Prince Lance.”

Lance beamed at her, then cleared his throat, announcing that he would be leaving with Coran to take Princess Nyma for a Castle tour.

“Can I come?” asked Prince Rolo.

“I can take you,” Princess Allura responded, not wanting him to interfere with Lance and his date.

“That’s great! Thank you, Princess!”

“No problem,” Princess Allura said smugly.

Lance then grabbed Princess Nyma’s hand to bring her along, smiling. “Let’s go.”

Princess Nyma then stood up from her chair, facing Lance—who just now realized that she was quite a bit taller than him—although not quite as tall as a certain someone in mind…

“Lead the way, Prince Lance,” she encouraged him with a smile.

“Uh, right. Coran, will you please show us around our beautiful Castle?”

“Follow me, young lovers!”

Lance wanted to dig himself a grave at that moment.

Goodness, Coran!

He was already having too much fun. But when Lance heard the Princess laugh beside him, he let himself ease up, and proceeded to follow Coran as he began the Castle tour.

About 10 minutes into Coran’s nonstop lecture about Altean history and the beautiful design of the Castle, Lance saw them approaching a balcony, to which he asked Coran to stop for a moment to have some privacy with the Princess. Of course, he would still be nearby, but out of sight.

“Oh! Of course, My Prince. Take all the time you need to speak amongst yourselves.”

“Thank you, Coran.”

“Any time, Lancey Lance!” Coran smirked, then he was out of sight.

“Quiznak!” Lance muttered, then groaned. “Coran!” he yelled, almost whining, feeling his elfin ears turn red.

“‘Lancey Lance’? That’s adorable!” Princess Nyma said heartwarmingly.

Lance winced. “I really wish you didn’t hear that. He always calls me that—well, everyone in my family does, too.”

“Well, I think it’s cute,” the Princess replied.

Lance blushed even harder than before, staring up at the moon in the sky. He then turned to face the Princess. “I guess… if it’s from you, it could be an exception.”

The moon’s illumination shined right above her, making Lance see her much clearer. “You’re very beautiful,” he said. “I’m sure you know that, right?”

“That’s very sweet of you to say,” replied the Princess. “You are quite the charmer, too.”

Lance felt guilty suddenly and confused. He looked up at Princess Nyma’s dark purple eyes when he felt her take his hand to hold. He stared intensely. Lance chuckled nervously. “You're quite forward. I feel like I should be the one to hold your hands. Forgive me, but I must ask you—do all Zutharans have large arms and three fingers? Please, I don’t want to offend you in any way. I’m simply curious.”

Princess Nyma chuckled. “I’m not offended at all. But, to answer your question, the majority of us do, at least. It’s just the way we were meant to look, I suppose. As you’ve seen, my brother is a bit different than I am.”

“Wow,” Lance breathed out. “But you and I have pointy ears! Are you maybe half-Altean?”

The Princess shook her head. “Not at all, Prince Lance. It seems that’s the only feature that you and my people have in common. Would you rather be with an Altean?”

“O-Oh, no! Please, that’s not what I meant!” Lance flushed in embarrassment. He knew that Coran was currently listening, and he’ll most likely discuss this later with him. “Would you rather be with a tall man?” he suddenly asked.

For some reason, everything Lance asked or said seemed to make her constantly laugh in response, but she spoke then. “I’m not picky about my partner. You’re very kind. I also adore your personality. You’re honest, and you make me laugh a lot. That’s what I like about you.”

Honest… Lance thought to himself. No, not at all! He should tell her the truth!

Lance placed his free hand above hers. “You… give me too much praise,” he replied, staring at her cream and yellow skin, with her beautiful, long yellow hair and two brown stripes on her forehead. “I haven’t said enough about you. This is a moment for us to get to know each other-“

“You don’t have to,” she whispered. “Why don’t we both sit down and talk?”

“Of course, Princess-"

“You know, I’d rather you call me by my name only. We can drop the formalities when we’re together, but around the others, we can use them. What do you think?”

That seemed to be very intimate… but Lance was okay with it.

“I’d like that, Nyma,” he replied.

Then, they both approached the wide bench near the patio, and sat down together. “The moon is so beautiful tonight,” Nyma said.

Lance nodded in agreement, despite not looking at the moon. “Nyma… I have something to tell you; it’s something you should know.”

“What is it, Lance?”

“Well…” Lance began, feeling hesitant suddenly.

“Yes?”

Lance sighed, closing his eyes, then opening them to look at Nyma. He then spoke. “I… When I heard the news of my betrothal, I was very surprised by it, and nervous as well. Fortunately, when I finally met you tonight, my anxiety had completely disappeared. Being around you has made me happy, and I’m glad that you’re my betrothed… but-“

“Your heart belongs to someone else,” Nyma interrupted, smiling.

Lance gasped with wide eyes. “How did you-“

Nyma laughed softly. “Oh, Lancey Lance,” she said, cupping Lance’s cheek. “Don’t be afraid. You’re more of an open book than you realize. Although you’ve hid the truth from me, I’m not upset. I forgive you.”

Lance’s eyes began tearing up, feeling absolutely horrible for lying to her face. “I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have lied to you like that. You truly are an amazing and a beautiful Zutharan, and you didn’t deserve that.”

“That’s correct,” Nyma replied, “but you’re lucky you’re cute.”

Lance suddenly felt a kiss on his cheek, then a finger wiping his tears away.

“Let’s pretend to be a couple, then? Really, I’m doing this for my people, and I’m sure you are, too. An alliance is what we both need to protect ourselves from the Galra Empire.”

“Pretend?” Lance repeated in shock. “After I’ve wronged you?”

“Yes. That way, you can keep seeing your secret lover and I can keep seeing mine as well!”

“What? You have one, too?”

“Yes, but she’s back home in Zuthara. We can still communicate using a secret tool that I have.”

Lance smiled widely. “That’s wonderful. But… it’s rather a bother having to marry someone you’re not truly interested in, yes?”

“You’re no bother at all, Lancey Lance. So, are you on board with pretending?”

Lance couldn’t believe it. His betrothed already had a partner, just like he did! This is absolutely perfect! As long as he plays along, he’ll be fine!

“Yes! Yes, absolutely!”

“Perfect,” Nyma said happily. “Now, let’s head back to make it ‘official’, shall we?”

Nyma winked and Lance nodded with a giggle. “Okay!”

Coran heard every word and smiled.

“Um, Coran! Princess Nyma and I are ready to head back to announce our official betrothal.”

“Indeed! Thank you for the lovely tour of the Castle, by the way!” Princess Nyma said.

“Oh, such wonderful news! Let us inform everyone at once!”

Once Lance had officially announced it, everyone cheered and congratulated the couple. From this moment on, both Lance and Nyma would pretend to be a couple. Lance’s parents gave him hugs and kisses and welcomed Princess Nyma and her brother into their home.

Of course, this meant that they would have to become married, but to both, it would still be all pretend to put on a show. Lance couldn’t wait to tell Shiro all about tonight’s events. He wondered how he’d react, for he would find out soon enough.

Chapter Text

“Father! Mother! Sister!” Lance yelled to grab their attention, running towards their thrones to kneel down. “I seek your permission for me to borrow the Blue Lion. I would like to take Princess Nyma for a ride, and I’m sure she’ll enjoy it.”

Allura immediately scowled in response. “Lance, must we repeat the same conversation again?”

“Your sister is right, Lance,” his mother added. “It’s for your own safety.”

“Please,” he attempted once more. “I simply want to take my future bride outside for some sightseeing. Besides, it’s almost evening, so I’m certain that the Galra will not see us, or the Lion since Blue can be cloaked.”

Before his father could respond, Coran stepped into the scene. “Your Highness, Prince Lance will also have me around. I will surely bring him and the Princess back home safe and sound.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” Princess Nyma suddenly spoke. “I wish to have Coran with us while Prince Lance flies the Blue Lion. I’m sure we won’t be gone for long, right, My Prince?”

Lance then rose back up and felt fingers intertwined with his own. He also felt an arm link with his own from the Princess.

Ah, that’s right. She’s pretending. So, of course, Lance would have to go through with it as well!

Lance smiled at Princess Nyma, trying to impress his family—he then held her hand that linked around his arm, moving it towards his lips and placed a soft kiss.

Princess Nyma giggled, “You’re such a gentleman,” trying to persuade his family, too. Their shocked expressions made her smile.

“May we please have your blessing?” she asked.

Lance heard his father sigh, giving in. “I suppose… since Coran will be boarding with you. Bring them home before the night falls, not a tick later. Understood?”

“Yes, Your Highness,” Coran replied politely with a bow.

Lance and Nyma followed the gesture afterwards.

“Thank you, Father,” Lance replied.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” Nyma said.

“You may go, now,” King Alfor retorted. “Don’t be late,” he reminded them all.

“We won’t!” they all replied in unison, then left the throne room with glee.

Lance, Nyma, and Coran quickly ran towards the Lions in their Hangers, approaching Blue.

Lance smiled happily, “Hello, beautiful,” he said, “I’m having some good friends come along with me. I hope that’s okay.”

His voice sounded like he was pleading, unsure of how Blue would feel. She knew Coran could be trusted, but Nyma was a complete stranger.

“Why is Prince Lance speaking to the Lion?” Nyma asked in confusion.

“Well, you see, the Lions and the Paladins have a special bond. That’s why the Blue Lion chose Lance to be her Paladin!” Coran explained.

Nyma still seemed confused, but she continued to watch Lance speak to the robotic Lion.

“Please, Princess Nyma can be trusted. I promise! You know I’d never let anyone inside that seemed rash, right?” Lance continued his conversation.

It was silent for a moment, before Lance suddenly heard a roar and movement from the Blue Lion—her hangar vanishing to reveal herself and landing her robotic paws in front of them. Lance smiled excitedly when Blue had finally answered him.

“Oh, thank you, Blue!”

Lance ran towards her without a second to lose. “Come on!” he shouted at Nyma and Coran, to which they’d quickly followed.

Lance entered the cockpit of his Lion and felt Coran and Nyma’s presence behind him. “You both ready for takeoff?”

“Let’s go, Lancey Lance!” Coran replied, making Lance groan in return.

“Um… I’m actually not sure about this,” Nyma muttered nervously. Both Alteans gave her a questioning look.

“What’s the matter, Nyma?” Lance asked. “I thought you wanted this. Did you change your mind?” It’s okay if you-“

“No, I’m alright. It’s just- Well, how often do you get to ride a giant robotic Lion, right?” Nyma replied, mostly to herself.

“Not t0 worry, Princess! The Prince gave his word to keep you safe and bring you home. As have I.”

“That’s correct,” Lance said, smiling at Nyma. “You can trust me. I recommend you hold on to my chair, tightly. Coran, you hold onto her.”

“Understood! Princess, you’ll be just fine!”

Nyma took a deep breath before nodding her head, saying, “Okay!” and holding onto Lance’s chair in the cockpit.

“Take us out, Blue!” Lance said with a smile.

Soon enough, they left the Castle of Lions and were now into the air, roaming through space.

“Whoa!” Lance heard from Nyma.

“Pretty cool, right?” he replied.

“This is more than that! Words can’t describe how I’m feeling right now! I understand now why you want to be in space! It’s beautiful!” Nyma said with excitement.

Coran and Lance laughed in unison.

“Oh! By the way, where exactly are we going?” Nyma asked suddenly, then Lance stiffened.

“Ah! Well… It’s a beautiful planet that I always go to since there’s no life there… but I enjoy the scenery and tranquility of it, which is why I wanted you to see it, too,” Lance stated, releasing his tight grip on Blue’s wheel, attempting to stay calm.

Lance huffed playfully just then, seeing the planet right beneath him. “Looks like we’re here, Nyma!”

Nyma practically screamed with excitement. “Oh, my goodness! I can’t believe this is happening!”

Lance smiled to himself.

“Me neither,” he said, speaking to himself out loud.

When Blue finally landed at her usual spot in the green forest, they all exited the cockpit. Lance turned around to face Blue. “We’ll be back soon. I promise.”

Nyma still didn’t understand why Lance was speaking to the Blue Lion so adoringly, but she smiled.

It must be an Altean thing, she thought, but little did she know that wasn’t necessarily true. Nyma looked around in wonder, taking in the scenery surrounding her. “It’s so beautiful, Lance!”

Lance smiled at her. “I’m glad that you’re very fond of it like me. Coran, would you like to show the Princess around while I go this way?”

“Wait!” Nyma exclaimed. “Aren’t you coming with us?”

Quiznak!

Lance knew this would happen and he needed a convincing explanation, quickly.

“Oh, well, I-“

Lance was interrupted by Coran. “Prince Lance has a special location in this planet that he likes to roam around, but it’s quite dangerous!”

“But if it’s dangerous-“

“Not to worry,” Lance interrupted Nyma, “I have my Bayard. Although, I rarely have to use my rifle since there’s no life on this planet. Well, except for us.”

“This doesn’t seem fair…” Nyma muttered.

She did have a point, but Lance and Coran didn’t want her to find out where and whom Lance was going to meet…

Lance sighed. “My apologies, Nyma. Maybe some other time. Coran and I want to keep you safe. Besides, there’s so much to see where Coran is going to take you!”

Not the best way to convince her, but Lance was trying his best to sway Nyma. “I promise you that I’ll show you where I’m headed next time, okay?”

Nyma sighed then. “Fine. But you better keep your promise.”

Lance bowed to her, “You have my word as a Prince.”

Coran cleared his throat. “Splendid! Now, Princess, if you’ll follow me—there’s so much to show you!”

Finally, Nyma gave in and followed.

“Don’t forget to meet back at the Blue Lion in one Varga!” Lance yelled to them.

Coran yelled back, “You’ve got it!”

Nyma faced Coran. “What’s a ‘Varga’?”

“Oh, I’m sure you get the idea.”

“Your vocabulary is quite strange,” Nyma retorted as they continued walking the other direction from Lance. “I guess I’ll have to get used to it.”

Coran simply laughed in agreement, then they were out of Lance’s sight. He sighed in relief, then began to run straight towards his favorite spot on this planet, where his lover was most likely waiting for him. Lance was hoping that Shiro would still be there.

He panted heavily, but he knew he would arrive soon. In just one more dobosh and-

There he was—the Galra Commander himself, standing next to the log that Lance always sat on. His arms were crossed as if he were grumpy—he probably was. Lance would definitely apologize for keeping him waiting.

“Shiro!”

The Galra Commander’s ears perked up at the sound of Lance’s voice, calling his name. That grumpy look turned into a fond expression.

“Lance?”

When he looked straightforward, he’d finally seen the Altean Prince running towards him and jumped into his arms, making him stumble back a little.

“Shiro,” Lance fondly repeated, voice muffled from his face being pressed against Shiro’s chest that was dressed in his usual Galran armor. Lance looked up at him, smiling widely. “I’ve missed you so much, Shiro.”

Shiro chuckled in response, holding Lance in his arms. “I’ve missed you as well, My Prince. So very much. What took you so long this time? I’ve been waiting for a while.”

Lance leaned back to face Shiro’s purple, furry complexion and yellow eyes. “Oh… There’s so much that I have to share with you.”

“What do you mean?” Shiro asked, face perplexed.

Lance moved away to hold Shiro’s big hands and sighed. “Well, you see… I’m not exactly alone today.”

Shiro’s eyes widened in panic. “What did you say?” he asked, voice escalating in disbelief.

Lance knew Shiro would respond this way, so he had to explain everything to make him understand.

“I know this sounds awful, but please, just listen! So much has happened since the last time we’ve met, so I had no choice! Please, let me explain! Okay?”

Lance’s voice was filled with panic, but also softness towards the end of his sentence in an attempt to calm Shiro down, even himself.

“Here,” Lance spoke, moving them both towards the log to sit on. “I will explain everything to you.”

Shiro was silent, his expression turned grumpy again, but he still listened to Lance. He needed to hear what Lance had to share with him. Shiro then felt a small hand cup his furry, purple cheek to face the Altean Prince. “Shiro, please look at me.”

Shiro did, but huffed as he did so. He felt childish and stupid. He and Lance took a deep breath in unison before exhaling together.

“Okay,” Lance began. “So, as you know, I’m betrothed…”

Shiro pouted when hearing that.

“But!” Lance continued, earning Shiro’s complete attention. “When we finally met, it wasn’t bad at all!”

Shiro was about to retort before Lance spoke again. “The best part is…” and Lance whispered this time. “We both don’t have feelings for each other! So, we both decided to play along. She has a lover back home, just like me! You are mine!”

Shiro blushed at that, but still felt confused. “But… if you both don’t feel the same way about each other, why not just tell your family?”

Lance frowned. “Yes, about that… my family would never accept my decision if I declined. Also, the reason why I’m not alone this time is because my betrothed wanted to come with me. Additionally, my guard is with her right now. However, he can be trusted.”

Lance placed his other hand over Shiro’s, trying to make the panic in his face disappear.

“He knows my secret, and I promise you, he wouldn’t tell anyone. This is between me and him. Right now, he’s taking my betrothed the other direction, since he knows that I’m here to see you,” Lance added, looking nervous.

Shiro did not look happy in the slightest, but he continued to listen to the sound of Lance’s voice.

“Also… I have a curfew…” Lance added, voice dull at the thought. “They don’t want me going outside Altea, but I convinced them that I would be safe from the… Galra.”

Lance stared at Shiro with a smile. “But that clearly hasn’t stopped me,” he said with a laugh. The Altean Prince continued. “I don’t ever want us to be apart, but things have become difficult because of my family. I hope that you can understand my situation now. Please don’t be upset, Shiro. I’m upset, too, but I’ll do whatever it takes to see you whenever I can.”

Shiro’s heart fluttered at Lance’s words. The situation was awful. He wanted Lance for himself without the need for the Prince to pretend. He’d do anything to make things change for Alteans and the Galra to have peace again.

After a moment of silence, Shiro nodded his head. “Okay. I understand—although the circumstances are unfortunate—I’m just happy to see your face again, My Prince.”

Lance sighed in relief, thankful that Shiro wasn’t too upset and understood his predicament.

“What’s this?” Shiro suddenly asked in amusement as he eyed Lance’s Paladin uniform up and down. “You’re dressed like a Paladin. I’ve never seen you in uniform before.”

“Oh!” Lance exclaimed. “I guess not!”

Quiznak!

Shiro most likely knew about Lance seeing him from flying one of the Lions. Why was he so worried? He could trust Shiro, right?

“I - I guess, since I had guests with me this time… I didn’t wear something as attractive. My apologies.”

“No need,” Shiro said, eyes suddenly half-lidded and smirking, looking ravenous.

“Really?” Lance asked in confusion.

Shiro practically purred, leaning into Lance’s personal space. “Lance… If there’s one thing that you should know about me, it’s that I do love My Prince in uniform.”

Lance swallowed hard, turning red from Shiro’s praise. He felt so flustered that even the Altean markings on his cheeks began glowing without his permission. Lance gasped and shut his eyes tightly from embarrassment, looking away. “Shiro!”

“In this case,” Shiro spoke in a low tone, “not only are you a Prince, but you’re also a Paladin. That means you’re a fighter, correct?”

Lance practically stuttered when he opened his eyes. “W-Well, I wouldn’t say ‘fighter’, since I’ve never had to become one, but a Paladin would have to, if necessary. Yes.”

“‘If necessary’,” Shiro repeated, still wearing that huge, mischievous smirk on his face. “Show me your Bayard.”

Lance’s eyes widened in response. “How did you-“

“Come now,” Shiro interrupted Lance, “I’m the son of the Galra Emperor. You think that I haven’t heard of Voltron? What a Paladin is? What a Bayard is? About the Lions?”

Lance sat in silence, conflicted, and now terrified. How stupid he’d felt suddenly. Of course, Shiro knew this whole time!

He then removed his hands from Shiro completely. Lance was mortified. Should he run back to Blue? No. He needed to know Shiro’s intentions.

“Why do you want to see my Bayard?” he asked carefully.

Shiro’s expression was unreadable, but he responded anyway.

“I’m simply curious, is all,” he said calmly.

“I can easily tell you what it is,” Lance retorted, crossing his arms over his armored chest. “Besides, I don’t know how to make it appear; I’ve never had to make it happen.”

“I suppose…” Shiro said, yellow orbs staring deeply into Lance’s soul. “You could also lie to me. That’s okay, because I already know what it is.”

Lance grunted in frustration, standing up with his arms crossed. “Oh, really? Then, what exactly is my Bayard?”

Shiro stood up after Lance, towering over him - Quiznak, he was huge! - staring at him again with that same smug grin on his face. It was beginning to irk Lance.

Lance had to crane his neck up to show his face. Shiro found it cute, nevertheless.

“Well?”

Shiro hummed at the small Altean Prince standing beneath him—who’d worn an annoyed expression, challenging him.

“Well,” Shiro started, “since you’re a Blue Paladin, I’d have to say… a rifle? Correct me if I’m mistaken.”

Lance stiffened, hearing the Galra Commander chuckle slyly. Shiro was right, and that smug tone of his voice was beyond irritating. However, “Nope!” Lance lied through his teeth. “You’re wrong! Sorry!”

Shiro watched as Lance smiled falsely, placing a hand on his hip, trying to look pleased with himself.

“Oh? Am I, now?” Shiro purred again with a playful tone, leaning down to meet Lance face-to-face, startling him, hearing an adorable yelp.

Lance tried to remain calm, but whenever Shiro purred like a cocky bastard, he couldn’t help but falter. However, the Altean Prince was persistent.

“Y-Yes!” Lance forced a confident laugh, despite his face reddening. He was an open book to Shiro—who was enjoying every moment of Lance’s stuttering and unfolding his clearly false lie.

Shiro then sighed dramatically, “Oh, that’s a shame. I thought I would be right.”

Lance let out a triumphant “Hmph!”, without realizing that the Galra Commander knew the truth. “I told you so!” the Altean Prince added.

Shiro chuckled at Lance’s confident attitude. “Well, regardless of what your Bayard is, I really would have liked to see you use it.”

Lance huffed playfully. “Like I said, sorry!” shrugging his shoulders. “I couldn’t show you even if I wanted to.”

“Well, since you can’t show me that, I’m sure you can show me something else.”

Lance cocked his brow in confusion. “And what might that be, pray tell?”

“Oh, it’s quite simple!” Shiro said teasingly. “Why, you even have it on you!”

Lance stomped his foot childishly. “Just get to the point! What is it, Shiro?”

“Show me your family jewels.”

Lance repeated it, whispering to himself. “Family jewels…” then gasped exasperatedly and blushed profusely. “W-What? Hold your Guzurgas!”

“What did you say?”

“You know exactly what I mean! Shiro, that’s extremely inappropriate!”

“If you can’t show me your Bayard, then you can at least show me your-“

“Don’t even repeat yourself, please!”

Lance’s Altean marks on his face were glowing so brightly—Shiro was sure that the rest of the marks on Lance’s body were too.

Shiro huffed back. “I don’t always come here for mingling, you know. I have… urges.”

“Even so! I-I would never—Well, not here, at least! It isn’t romantic in the wilderness!”

At least he’s willing to show me, the Galra Commander thought.

Shiro grunted. “Well, neither Altea nor Diabazaal would work. So, my dear Lance, where would you prefer this? You have no idea how much I crave you!”

Lance actually whimpered at Shiro’s last statement. He swallowed hard, thinking to himself—how insane this conversation was!

He suddenly had a crazy idea, then spoke, “W-What - What about my Lion?”

Shiro almost choked. “What did you just say?”

Lance stayed silent.

“You’re serious?”

Lance hesitated, before nodding.

“You fool,” Shiro said fondly. “Okay, then.”

“My Lion doesn’t take kindly to strangers, especially ones that are considered a threat… so I need to convince Blue, and maybe even you do, too.”

“That’s perfectly fine,” Shiro said confidently. “If I can earn the Paladin’s trust, then I’m sure I can convince the Lion to trust me as well.”

“That’s easier said than done!” Lance replied, almost wanting to change his mind for some reason. He’s just protecting Blue—but his stupid, horny thoughts spoke and slipped out his mouth without thinking.

Lance suddenly stared up at the dim sky. “Quiznak! I’m not sure if it’s been over a Varga!”

“A what?” Shiro asked dumbly.

Lance groaned. “It means that it’s time for us to part ways for tonight…”

As Shiro saw Lance beginning to walk—almost run—away, he grabbed Lance by his armored elbow, making him halt his tracks. “Wait! At least give me something before you go.”

Lance turned to completely face Shiro again once he was let go, feeling the Galra Commander finally release his grasp.

“Give you what, exactly?” Lance panted.

Shiro’s expression turned dark, feeling as if Lance was playing with him, but the Altean Prince genuinely didn’t understand.

“It seems to me that you need to be reminded, young Prince.” Shiro spoke, moving slowly towards Lance, who was suddenly lifted off the ground. The Galra Commander’s hands were big enough to grip Lance’s collar from his Paladin uniform.

“What are you doing, Shiro?” Lance yelped, feeling his stomach tingling. “Unhand me!”

“Rember that you’re all mine,” Shiro growled under his breath. “Every single part of you belongs to me. Understand?”

Despite Lance’s efforts to make Shiro let go of him, it was no use, so he simply held onto Shiro’s wrist. His legs dangled uselessly in the air even though they squirmed to fight, but he eventually gave up.

Hearing Shiro’s words in that low growl of his, demanding and making sure that Lance was hearing him was completely overstimulating. It was also very sexy. How could Lance refuse? His brain felt fuzzy.

Lance gulped, staring back at the Galra Commander. He finally replied. “I understand.”

Shiro hummed with a smirk. “That’s a good Prince,” he whispered into Lance’s elfin ear, knowing it was one of the Altean’s sensitive spots.

Lance whined. “Sh-Shiro… I told you! N-Not the ears!”

Shiro ignored him, continuing his affections, licking and nibbling like last time, hearing a loud gasp in response. He smirked to himself. Shiro finally settled on placing Lance’s feet on the ground, knees wobbling, and so the Altean Prince fell forward into Shiro’s arms, panting heavily.

“Look at you - I haven’t even seen nor touched your family jewels, yet.” Shiro licked his lips hungrily. “I want to devour you, like the ‘Beast’ in me that you claimed I was when we met last time,” Shiro chuckled and added, “Do best to remember this as well; you have yet to see that side of me - and you most certainly will. You should be thankful for how patient I’ve been so far.”

Lance’s eyes were half-lidded as he listened to Shiro’s promising words. “I have to go,” he said, shuddering as he felt purple claws caressing his beautiful complexion.

Shiro sighed back. “So, it seems, but are you able to walk back to your friends?”

Lance didn’t have to look up to know that Shiro was smirking at him; his tone gave it away. He sighed, slowly pushing himself back to look at the Galra Commander.

“I want a kiss before I go.”

Shiro’s eyes widened with excitement. He’d been waiting the entire Quintant (as Alteans say), to do this, so he did not hesitate any longer when Lance made his request.

Lance was pulled up again, only this time Shiro’s arms wrapped around his waist. Lance placed his hands on Shiro’s chest, then felt familiar lips meet his own, making him sigh into the kiss.

Is it possible to pull Shiro any closer? He felt like an animal in heat. No! He was simply too touch-starved!

The Altean Prince’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he felt a pair of hands move down to squeeze his ass, sending shots of pleasure in his abdomen, and somewhere downstairs.

Lance panted, releasing a small moan from his throat. “Oh, Shiro!” he cried softly, muffled as their lips continued touching. Lance finally managed to fully pull back, panting heavily with his disheveled white hair. He swallowed heavily, taking a moment to pull himself together to appear like nothing happened between them. “I really need to go, I’m serious! Please put me down.”

Shiro finally obeyed, then spoke. “Of course. Since my dear Prince asked so politely. We definitely don’t want to keep your family and friends waiting any longer, now, do we?”

Lance simply nodded his head, agreeing. He still had a dazed expression on his face. Shiro’s hold on him was just too strong, and his aura alone was enough to make Lance tremble. He slowly backed away from the Galra Commander, taking a deep breath and swallowing.

“You can walk. Good.”

Lance nodded at him, despite feeling his legs slightly shaking.

As he was about to turn around to leave, his elfin ears perked up at the sound of Shiro’s voice speak once more, quickly facing back to look at his lover.

“Oh, and, next time - don’t bring anyone else with you again.”

Lance could hear from Shiro’s tone that he was not requesting but demanding. He couldn’t help but slowly nod again, and actually having the effort to speak again.

“Understood.”

Shiro smirked with his arms crossed over his chest, purring again. “That’s my good Prince.”

Lance watched Shiro give him a wave to bid farewell, so he mimicked the gesture back before turning his back again to finally leave Shiro for the night to find Blue, where Nyma and Coran had shortly been waiting for his return.

Once it was time for takeoff, Shiro had heard the sound of the Blue Lion flying away, knowing full well Lance was the Paladin behind the wheel flying back to Altea.

Shiro smiled to himself.

“You are all mine, Blue Paladin.”