Shiro's POV

Watching the way Lotor touched Lance filled me with more rage than I had ever felt before. Lance was not Lotor's! Lotor had no right to touch him! None at all! I was going to rip his hand off just for touching him and then I was going to ruin him! He was not going to survive the night.

The sleek, red ferrari raced down the streets, my cigarette smoke flying against the speed of the air whipping it. I took another puff, the nicotine calming me, and stopping me from killing anyone and everyone that stopped me from getting to Lance faster.

I ran through every red light and Keith had to scream at pedestrians to "Get out of the goddamn way fuckers!" When we arrived at the address I slammed on the break and jumped out of the car, my gun already out of its holster, safety off.

I kicked the door down and ran throughout the rooms of the rundown motel. Finally, after kicking down eighteen doors, I found Lance's room. It didn't look like the other rooms, and it makes me wonder when Lotor had time to change a motel room to a fucking prison cell. I curse when I realize that Lotor must have been planning this for a while.

Lance is slumped on the floor, the chains are the only thing holding him up. I race forward and take his face in my hands. "Lance? Lance please answer me!" I cried. Keith got to work on breaking the chains.

"...hmmmg," Lance groaned before opening his eyes. "..Shiro? Is that you?"

"Yes, yes it is, baby," I said, kissing his cheek and forehead. "It's okay baby, Keith and I are gonna get you out of here."

"Keith?" Lance asked, still not fully coherent. Fuck! Lotor must have drugged him!

"That's right darling," Keith cooed. He finally broke the shackles and Lance fell limp into my arms. "It's okay. We're going home. Everything going to be fine."

"Wow, I must say I'm surprised. I didn't think you'd come for him," a frustratingly familiar voice calls from behind me. I lift Lance in a bridal carry and turn around to see Lotor leaning against the door frame.

"Well, you were wrong," I hissed. "We'll always come for him."

"It seem so," Lotor mused. "Why is that? You've never been so interested in someone before. What makes him so special?"

"He's Lance," Keith answered. "I haven't known him for a long time but it the short time that we have know each other he's proved to be incredible."

"He's pure, untainted by the ruined world around him," I said, brushing a stray piece of hair out of Lance's face. When did he fall back asleep? "He's been through so much and yet here he is, smiling and happy."

"Well this is rich," Lotor chuckled. "The two most cruel members of La Cosa Nostra has fallen in love with a humble barista. How cliche."

"I guess we are, huh?" I mused before I set my face in a stone cold glare. "Now move. Before I make you."

"Oh, so scary," Lotor chuckled. "Now, return what belongs to me."

"He doesn't belong to you," Keith hissed.

"No?" Lotor chuckled. "Then who, pray tell, does he belong to?"

"."

Then Keith attacked.

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I laid Lance on our bed gently. Keith came in holding a fleece blanket. Keith tucked him before pecking his forehead. I stood back, a very primal satisfaction flowing through my veins seeing Lance laying in our bed, covered in out blankets.

"Keith," I whispered, not wanting to break the happy trance I was in. "You might want to wash off all that blood."

Keith looked down at himself. His entire midsection was covered in blood splatters from Lotor. He nodded and walked into the bathroom and I heard the water running. I smiled and looked back to where Lance was sleeping peacefully.

I pulled out my phone, knowing that I should probably call Allura. I dialed her number and waited. "Have you found anything?" Allura asked immediately.

"If by anything you mean Lance then yes," I answered. She gasped.

"Where is he? Let's go get him right now!" Allura demanded.

"He's at my house," I answered. Allura inhaled sharply. "We got him back from a motel about an hour ago. Keith fucking tore Lotor apart. He was drugged but it should wear off in a few minutes."

"You went and got Lance without me?" Allura seethed. "I'm coming over."

"The doors unlocked." I answered. She huffed and hung up. A stirring on the bed brought my attention to Lance. He groaned and opened his eyes.

"Holy fuck," he moaned and covered his eyes with his hands. "Deja vu much? God my head hurts."

"Lance?" I asked. He shot up and looked at me in surprise.

"Shiro?" he asked. "Holy shit, that wasn't a dream was it? Fuck I seriously got kidnapped? And you're apart of the Mafia. Fucking hell."

"Yeah..." I said rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly.

"But wait...everything you said to Lotion? When we were escaping, did you all mean that?" he asked with hopeful eyes. I had to fight to contain my laughter.

"Did you call him 'Lotion'?" I asked.

"Isn't that his name?"

"No, his name Is Lotor." I responded. Lance shrugged. "And yes, Keith and I meant every word that we said."

"Damn right we did," Keith called. He entered the room in nothing but a shower towel, water dripping down his bare chest. Lance squeaked and blushed furiously at the sight of Keith. Keith smirked at lance's reaction. And...damn, Lance looked wonderful with blush.

"Oh.." Lance said. "That's...good to know." Keith snorted.

"Do you feel the same way?" Keith asked. I looked at him harshly. "What?"

"He just found out that we're in the Mafia, and he was just kidnapped. Give him a break for God's sake!"

"No, it's okay," Lance said. "I...I do, actually." I perked up and looked at him happily. He felt the same way?

"I'm glad," Keith said, stalking forward. "Because I really wanna kiss you right now."

"I wouldn't object to that, but--" lance said, stopping Keith from claiming his prize. Keith growled and I snorted at the two. "I wanna talk first. You guys are in the Mafia?"

"Yes," I answered. "I'm the Don. So I'm kind of the leader--"

"I know what a Don is, Shiro," Lance deadpanned.

"Right," I said with a smile. "So, would this be a dealbreaker?"

"Hmm." Lance tapped his chin. "Depends. Am I going to get kidnapped often?"

"Never." Keith promised.

"Then I see no problems," Lance said. Keith laughed and attacked Lance, kissing him forcefully. Lance snorted but returned the kissed.

"Hey what about me?" I asked.

"Wait your turn Takashi," Keith said. I growled and he relented, scooting over to allow room for me.

"Takashi?" Lance asked.

"It's my name,"I answered. "Takashi Shirogane."

"Ooh, that's a sexy name," Lance said. "C'mere Kashi!" Lance says and that name sends the blood rushing. I attack his face with vigor and I feel at home.

"I missed you."

"I here now."

"And you're gonna stay?"

"Nothing could keep me now."

"ALEJANDRO MATEO MCCLAIN YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE----"

"Except maybe that."

"Good luck Lance."

"Thanks," Lance said before looking up to see Allura standing in the doorway seething. "I'm gonna need it."

"We're here for you love."