I paced the area of the training deck. It was empty, which was unusual. Lotor was always here, training. I had to say, he was almost a dream. I was extremely proud to be his top general. I must admit, I've developed a crush on him ever since he recruited me. I sighed and tied up my hair so it wouldn't get in the way of my fighting.
I was a Galra-Luxinian half-breed. I looked like a human, except I had small black lines that were visible on the bottom of my eyes. What was so different was that I had tattoos all over my body. I didn't let anyone see them. Each one represented a memory and scar. So, when I got a paper cut, a faint tattoo would pop up on my finger, forever staying there until I got reborn. I usually hide my tattoos, which drains a bit of energy, but I've learned to manage that.
I sighed and took off to my room. I changed into my training clothes and headed to the deck, greeting Ezor on the way. I looked around to see if no one was there, and I revealed my tattoos, letting my hair flow down while giving a contented sigh. I stretched my body to prepare for the workout.
"Training Level 15!" I yelled, picking up my staff. (Pick one from below.)
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A gladiator shot out of the hole in the ceiling and I charged at it. I sparred with it, shooting small bursts of magic out of the tip. I saw an open point and swung full force at it, knocking it clean off the ground. I continued to fight more and more until I felt like I couldn't breathe.
"(Y/N), do you have any quantiminimum plates? I need them to repair the ship," an accented voice rang out. I turned to see a shirtless Lotor standing in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his neck, and his hands slightly dirty. He stared at me, mouth open. I soon realized why when I went to wipe my forehead. The tattoos. They were visible. I gasped and ran the other direction, careful to not let anyone see me. I turned into various hallways and finally reached my room, which I slammed shut. I heard banging on the door, which slid open.
Lotor was looking at me in my training uniform, which revealed most of my upper torso, legs, and arms, which were all covered in tattoos. Next, he did the unexpected. He grasped my hands and pulled me into a tight hug. I gasped in surprise and embarrassment, well, because he was shirtless. I bit my lip and started to hug him back. He held me tighter as he slowly guided me to the couch that was in my room.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked, voice low.
"I-I wasn't sure what your response would be, sire."
"Call me Lotor when we're alone."
"Wh-What?" I asked, my eyes widening.
"Call me Lotor when we're alone. That is a simple task I'm sure you can do, (Y/N)," he said, smiling. I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it and just nodded.
"Si-Lotor..." I started, "I-I'm not sure how to feel right this moment."
"Tell me more, I'd like to help my best general."
"Well... What will the others think of my... markings?"
"They will most likely be delighted that you've come out of your shell to talk to them. I have heard their small talk and Ezor mentioned you've been distant," he stated, putting a hand on my shoulder. I winced and looked down.
"I-I don't look like anyone else here."
"What do you mean by that darling?" he responded, looking into my eyes. Butterflies flew in my stomach when I heard the word "darling."
"I-I look like one of those... what do you call them...? Oh, right, paladins," I said, sighing. Lotor gave me a small smile.
"I know what it feels like to be different, so does Acxa, Narti, Ezor, and Zethrid. We all come from different parts of the universe. Don't be afraid, your marks are beautiful, just like you," he breathed, leaning closer to my face, our lips inches away from each other.
"Lotor..." I whispered, moving my hands up his chest. He pressed his soft lips against mine. I felt like I was in heaven. He shifted his body so that I moved on top of his lap, straddling him. I let out a small breath as we parted for a second, but continued to kiss. He laid me down onto the couch and started to lightly kiss my jawline, neck, and collarbone. I let out soft, quiet moans only he could hear. He smirked and looked me in my eyes, in my vulnerable state.
"I've never seen you like this... All laid out for me..." he whispered into my ear, gently biting the tip. A small whimper escaped my mouth as Lotor started to lick and kiss my jaw and cheeks. I traced my hands on his toned chest, dragging my finger against his abs and biceps. He squeezed my ass, causing me to gasp and for his tongue to slip in. I buried my fingers in his long locks of white hair as he explored my wet cavern with the pink muscle.
Once we parted, a small string of saliva hung from our mouths. I quickly wiped it away, blushing furiously. He chuckled and cupped my face with both hands. He stared into my eyes as I had pink dusted along my cheeks. I bit my lip and grabbed his hand. He chuckled and kissed me on the forehead.
"Why don't we stay here for the rest of the evening?" he suggested, patting the bed. I slowly got up and walked over to Lotor. He slipped into the covers and beckoned for me to join. We cuddled together in the bed, legs and arms intertwined as we clung on to each other. I nuzzled my face into his bare chest, and he brought my frame closer to his. We soon fell asleep holding each other.
BONUS!~
"Hello? (Y/N)? Have you seen the sire?" Ezor asked, rapping on the general's door, "(Y/N)? I'm coming in." The eccentric female opened the door to her comrade's room. She silently squealed when she saw Lotor and (Y/N) nuzzled together, sleeping soundly. She called everyone over to see. Even Acxa couldn't suppress a small smile. Ezor took pictures and hoped she could use them for later.
