( This is going to be different from season 2 or 3. So that clears up any wandering thoughts out why things are a little different)

Laying down on his chest, Lance allowed Lotor's hand to gently run up and down his back. Cuts and scars from earlier covered him. From his shoulders, to his lower hip, whip marks ruled over his skin as a reminder to never go off to the paladins, to Voltron. Ever. Again.

A thick, magnetic, black and purple collar replaced his old one. It made sure that he never left the ship. Only if Lotor allowed him to leave, or it was about to be destroyed was he allowed to leave. The collar made sure of that.

"Are you alright love?" Lotor asked as his fingers softly intertwine with his brunette locks.

Lance purred as he turned to his back. "I'll be fine," he softly giggles. Kissing the back of Lotor's hand, he smirks." I'll be fine as long as it's you," he teases into the soft purple skin of his master.

He chuckled softly," you tease me to much kitten," Lotor smiled, but then it turned more serious. "Why do you force my hand to harm you?" He questions the young tanned man. Gently running his thumb over Lance's cheek.

"I like teasing you," Lance said. Once the thumb grazed over his lips, Lance kissed it. Closing his eyes, letting the thumb carefully enter passed his lips. Allowing him to suck on it.

"Kitten. You really enjoy me harming you that much?" Lotor leans forward, moving his thumb from his pet's lips. Just barley touching noises, Lance smiled.

"Yes," Lance whispered out passed his lips. His arms wrapper around Lotor's neck, pulling him into a kiss.

"Sir! Voltron is attacking!" A soldier comes running in, stopping them from going any further.

Pulling away, Lotor sighs, looking down at his lonely prize; laying down disappointed at this moment, almost sad. "Fine. Ready my ship. I'll have a quick chat with them," Lotor ordered— and the soldier went running.

"Sorry kitten, but I must deal with your old team," Lotor smiles.

As he begins to walk, he's stopped by a hand. A hand, pulling on his sleeve. Turning his head, he looked down at Lance, but Lance never met his eyes. "Don't hurt them," he begs so softly that he could barely hear it.

"Of course," Lotor replied just as soft. Kneeling, Lotor cupped Lance's cheeks, forcing his eye to met his. Tears. Beautiful tears fell from Lance's eyes. It reminds Lotor of the first time he laid eyes on his blue kitten. Right there and then. He knew that the blue paladin was meant to be his.

"Hush now love," he whispered softly while he wiped the tears away from Lance's eyes, his crystal blue eyes. "I shall only talk to them. I shall make sure that your old friends will love to fight another day. You have my word," Lotor assured him. " All I ask is that you rest," Lotor kissed Lance gently. Slowly, the prince pulled away. "Sleep my pet," he hummed as the doors close behind him.

Falling back into the sheets, Lance laid on his back. 'Why now?' He asked himself.

Rolling to his back, he curled himself up in the silk sheets. Closing his eyes, he could see, feel the blue lion, Voltron its self.

His team, his old team. Remembering what Lotor told him a year ago. "You will be mine, blue paladin. In return, I will not go after Voltron, nor will I send my soldiers out to fight them. So become mine, and all will be well,"

He kept his promise so far. In the last year, he barley even speak of it. He was so kind to him when he behaved.

This wasn't him. He wasn't him at all anymore. Yet, the blue lion, Voltron— It keeps calling out to him.

First he hated himself, he loathed his behaviour. He betrayed his friends, he's family, and yet he fells almost nothing for those thoughts anymore.

Letting the darkness take over, he let his memories take shape as dreams.

He was no longer a pilot, no longer a paladin. He was a mere pet to a prince of his enemy. A sacrifice, escape goat for the real heroes.

The real team Voltron.
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"Paladins of Voltron," Lotor spoke from his ship, "leave now," he ordered. With a smirk on his face, he knew he held all the cards.

"We have Intel that you know where the blue paladin is," Allura spoke coldly. "Every and any information that you have will be useful. So tells us what you know, and we'll leave," she ordered.

His smirk only grew," let me on bored, and I'll tell you," he says.

It's quite for a moment, then the airlock opens. "Fine. But any moves, and that's it," she says sternly.

"Of course,"
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With his heals clicking ageist the metal of the ship, prince Lotor come face to face with his kittens old team. The team that pushed his kitten to fall into a depression that broke him down bit by bit, until he caved.

"So this is the great team of Voltron, thee defenders of the universe," he chuckles as he opens his arms and bows. "It truly is a pleasure to meet the blue paladin's old team," he stands up. He was only a little taller then Lance.

"Do do you know where he is or not?" The red one yelled out an order, Bayder in hand. His name— Keith....

'So this is the mighty red paladin?' Lotor asked himself. 'This. Is the man that pushed my kitten to heartache and pain. The man he loved before I?' He eyed the paladins up and down one by one.

He knew a lot about their physical appearance, his kitten told him openly. How he saw all of them in such a high light, and himself as useless.

" I do," he said coldly.

"Then tell us!" The little one yelled. She must be Pidge.

"I can't," he said simply, with a smile.

"And why is that?" Shiro asked, stepping a foot forward.

"He asked me not to, and I'd never break a promise to my kitten," he replied.

'Kitten?' They muttered under their breaths. Confused at his words.

"What I can tell you is," Lotor trailed off, looking at the dumbfounded paladins. " he doesn't want to see you," he said coldly.

"What the quizneck not!" Allura yelled.

"He doesn't want you to see him. You have all 5 paladins. I don't see why 6 will be needed?" Lotor asked, cocking his head to the side as he smirks.

"That's not the point!" The big one yelled. He was the gentle, friendly one? Hunk?

"Then what is? He's fine where he is. What will you do when he's back? His lion might reject him? What will you do then? Make him watch as you show him over and over again that he is worthless to you? Make him suffer once more?" Lotor asked out of anger.

"The blue paladin asked me not to hurt you. He begged. So I will let you live, and you'd be wise to let me walk free now. Or you'll never find nor know his whereabouts. All I will tell you is that he's safe," Lotor said as he walk back to his ship.

"I won't let you talk my pet," Lotor mumbled under his breath.