In what was most likely the dankest part of Castle Doom’s dungeon, the Captain of the Voltron Force stood, chained to the wall, squirming, trying to keep the leeches and vile insects off himself.

Keith cursed at himself for allowing Lotor to get the upper hand in the battle. The robeast that Lotor had thrown at them this time had definitely been the hardest one yet. It had kept them from forming Voltron long enough to drain the other Lions’ power reserves. Keith had tried desperately to keep the robeast from taking Blue Lion captive and for his troubles, ended up captured himself. He sighed loudly, trying to kick away some creature that had come out of the shadows to investigate the new prisoner. The shackles around his ankles took him by surprise and he ended up straining a muscle.

Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Keith thought to himself, cringing from the sharp pain. He remembered vaguely being dragged down to the dungeon. They’d only shackled him by his arms. Cossack had been taunting him about something and Keith had managed to pull himself up and wrap his legs around Cossack’s neck. He would have broken it if the guards had not stunned him for the umpteenth time.

Keith peered in the darkness trying to make out something. He’d been down in the darkness long enough that he couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or not.

I gotta get out of here! Keith thought frantically. I can’t let any of them find out!

The exhaustion, of body and soul that Keith had felt for the past few months had suddenly come back. Keith let head fall back down to his chest. I’m so tired of it all! I can’t do this anymore! Keith thought to himself. I just want it all to end. All this stupid war! It’s so bloody obvious we’re not going to win. Both sides are too evenly matched! This is going to go on forever. God, please make it end here. I’m so tired of everything.

Keith was brought back painfully to his senses by sudden light. He squinted towards the door and saw the tall, longhaired silhouetted form standing at the door.

"Well, well, well…." Lotor’s strong voice filled the cell. "If it isn’t the Captain himself…. You’re pitiful. So now you’re here in my modest dungeon as a guest." He shook his head amused. "You don’t look so great now, little man."

Keith snarled at Lotor, his anger from the insult pushing his exhaustion back a little. "Oh, go soak your head! You know you can’t win. Good always prevails over evil! The rest of the team will come here and defeat you."

Lotor rolled his eyes. "PUH-lease! Don’t you think those lines are getting too old?" He paused. "Why don’t you just admit to your impotence."

Oh if you only knew. Keith thought to himself. "Why, so you can admit you’re in the same boat?" Keith spat at Lotor.

Lotor arched an elegant eyebrow. "You bore me…." Lotor walked over to him and backhanded him hard with a closed fist. "Let the games begin." He sounded almost too happy.

Keith could taste the blood from his split lip. He struggled to no avail. "Damn you, you monster!" Keith screamed.

Lambent eyes blinked languidly. "Squirm! Squeal, squeal like a little lamb, little man." Lotor laughed. "Let’s see how long till you start crying, you poor little thing." He said tauntingly.

Keith snorted. "If I’m just a little man, then how come you have me tied up? Why don’t you untie me, and fight like a real man?" Keith glared at Lotor through his raven bangs. "I think you’re chicken."

Saffron eyes narrowed. Before Keith could even guess what the Prince of Doom was up to next, Lotor’s sword was out and cut his uniform clean in the front.

"I don’t miss." Lotor warned.

The uniform fell open, exposing Keith’s bandaged chest. Lotor looked curiously at him. The uniform’s upper half fell to the ground, revealing that the shoulders had been padded to make him look bigger. In fact, Lotor noted, Keith was a lot slighter than he should be.

"Humph. And they think I wear shoulder pads!?" Lotor commented angrily, tearing off his shirt, showing Keith the inside. "See! This is all one hundred percent pure muscle and sinew!"

Keith swallowed nervously at the sight of Lotor’s bare chest and rippling muscles.

"That damned Queen Merla. That tart loves to spread lies." Lotor said with a grimace. He then rested the tip of his sword on the ground and leaned on it. "Is the little lamb hurt?" He asked in a mocking voice.

"Hardly." Keith snapped, not realising what Lotor was noticing.

Lotor spun his sword expertly in the air in front of him before stopping the tip less than an inch pointing at Keith’s chest. "And this? Ornamental purposes only?"

Keith looked down at the bandages around his chest. Uh-oh.

"Uh, Lotor, I wouldn’t go there if I were you. Trust me on this one." Keith said, trying not to sound pleading.

Those words were the very downfall of Keith. Having uttered them, he perked Lotor’s curiosity, which was, generally, a rather dangerous thing to do. Lotor depowered the laser that shielded his sword and caressed the cold blade over the bandages almost lovingly, without cutting the bandages.

"Tell me, little boy. What happened to you?" Lotor asked soothingly.

"Horrible disfigurement. Really horrible. You’d probably lose your mind if you saw it. I was born with them-it. It’s really gross. Trust me you really don’t need to look at it." Keith stammered spitting out anything that was coming to his mind. "They-it wouldn’t interest you. You’d find them-it boring."

Lotor cocked his head quite confused. "Hum? Say what, man?"

A bead of sweat trailed down the side of Keith’s face. "A horrible accident. Yeah. I had a horrible accident when I was a born." Keith continued blurting out anything to keep the Prince of Doom confused.

Lotor blinked slowly. "You know, I’m not buying it."

"Birth defect?" Keith said pleadingly.

"Well, there’s only one way to diagnose it, really…"

"You really, really don’t wanna go there."

"Actually, I do." Lotor said matter-of-factly and before Keith could say anything to stall Lotor further, the Prince of Doom spun his sword and cut the bandages in a clean swipe. "Yowza!!!!!" Lotor ejaculated, shocked to the very roots of his hair. "What the #$@% is that supposed to mean?!?!?!?!?!"

Keith’s face turned a bright crimson. "I warned you."

"Warned me! Warned me?! What kinda joke is this?! What the hell do you think you are?! Those things can’t belong to you! Are you strange or something?"

"Don’t blame me if you don’t heed warnings too well!" Keith shouted, angrily. The secret that Keith had been hiding all of her life was now displayed for Lotor to gawk at. "And stop staring at them! Jeez! You’d think you’ve never seen a set of tits before!"

"How was I supposed to know that you two were hiding?" Lotor shook his head. "I mean, you were hiding with them? I mean! You were hiding them?!"

"You weren’t." Keith snapped. "That was the point. I didn’t know that I was going to get captured! Nor did I know you would decide to be a weirdo and start stripping me!"

"It’s a good thing I did find you two! You might have suffocated or something." He finally looked up at Keith. "Shame on you! You should treat them nicely! Imagine strapping those lovely puppies down…." Lotor suddenly looked like realisation had not dawned on him, but hit him across the head with a two by four. "Excuse me if I’m asking the obvious here, but this means that you’re not the Oh, I’m the great Captain Keith of the Voltron fly-boy extraordinaire, are you?"

"Yes. That would be me. And that’s what everyone else thinks." Keith said simply. "And would you mind getting me a shirt or something? I’m not exactly comfortable with the idea that you’re staring at my breasts while I’m talking to you!"

"I’m doing my breast trying not to stare." Lotor shook his head. "I meant, I’m doing my very breast not to stare at your breasts…." He scowled and looked away. "I’m doing my damned best!" He turned back to the subject of his obsession. "You two are quite breastable now that I found out the truth about you." Lotor’s shoulders slumped. "You are more bearable now that – aw! Forget it!"

"Dammit, Lotor, have some decency and cover me!" Keith snarled.

Sighing loudly, Lotor complied by picking up his discarded shirt and draping it over Keith. "Know that I don’t do this willingly." He huffed. "I think the wonders of the world should be in plain view…. Namely my view." He cocked his head studying Keith. "You know, you’re more endowed than Allura… So what do I call you now? Kelly?"

"Keith is just fine. I’m used to it. I haven’t heard my first name in so long, I don’t remember it." Keith said. "And thank you. I never really compared myself with her." She paused. "You find me attractive now, don’t you?"

Lotor sheathed his sword. "Rather."

Keith blushed. "So now what? Are you going to continue beating me half to death or…?"

"Add you to my harem? I think I like number two." Lotor said impishly.

"I don’t think so." Keith said, stubbornly.

"You’re not in any position to think…. At least you won’t be." Lotor smirked.

"I’d rather be beaten half to death." Keith said.

"So, how many people know about this?" Lotor looked concerned suddenly. "And about you and your fixation with Allura…." He couldn’t finish his sentence.

Keith started. "Why should I-" she began harshly then sighed. "Lance knows. He’s good at finding out things that nobody wants anyone to know. And Allura, I love her like a sister. She’s my best friend. She doesn’t know about this, though."

"Then why do you get so pissy every time I try to bag her?" Lotor crossed his arms. "Jealous or something?" He asked sarcastically.

Keith fumed. "She doesn’t like you! She hates you! You keep bugging HER! All the time, proposing to HER!" Keith snorted. "It’s always her, her, her!"

Lotor cocked his head. "And your point is?" He asked, only to have the satisfaction of hearing Keith say it.

"That maybe you should focus your energy elsewhere!" Keith huffed.

Lotor moved a little closer. "Come off it…." He waved a dismissing hand. "Why have you kept this lie?" He asked, trying to change the subject.

A sigh. "When was the last time you ever saw a woman in command? It’s all men. This was the only way I was able to get this rank."

"I thought the Alliance would be a little less primitive." Lotor looked thoughtful. "I must admit that I’m rather impressed at having a woman foil my plans so many times, even if they were-" He stopped. "So are you and Lance lovers?"

"Not likely." Keith snorted. "I don’t think he’s gotten used to the idea that his good buddy Keith is actually Emily."

"Well, Emily, I am not having the same problem…" He smirked, examining Keith’s covered chest. "You got what it takes."

Before Keith could say anything, Lotor suddenly looked startled. He untied Keith from the wall, but maintained the shackles on her and began to lead her out.

Keith struggled against Lotor. "What the heck are you doing?"

"Unless you want to join my father’s harem, I recommend you stop struggling." Lotor snarled and lifted her over his shoulder. "Just chill out. Old fish face is coming." Lotor felt Keith go limp. "Good girl."

Lotor carried Keith to his room. He admired the shapely rear close to his face but refrained from making contact. The few guards he met along the way did not question why the Prince was carrying a seemingly unconscious form over his shoulder wearing the shirt of his uniform. The Drule knew better than question their unpredictable Prince.

He shut the door of his room and was about to throw Keith on his bed when she slapped Lotor’s rear as hard as she could manage.

"What the…!" Lotor tossed Keith away and narrowed his eyes, his rear stinging considerably.

Keith struggled to sit up, after hitting the headboard of Lotor’s bed. Lotor’s shirt fell from Keith shoulders. "Don’t patronise me."

Lotor forgot about any discomfort when he gazed at the view. "So you like it rough, do you? I’ll do my breast to please you."

Keith knelt on the bed, glaring at Lotor, crossing her arms over her chest. "Please give me some clothes."

"Hum…." Lotor tried not to groan due to the fact that he was feeling uncomfortable in his lower regions, due to the tightness of his pants and his hormones doing jumping jacks. "Why not?" he shrugged.

Lotor reached into a drawer and pulled out the only female clothes he possessed, or at least his concubines did, and threw them at Keith.

Keith wrinkled his nose at the selection. "What am I supposed to do with these? Paste them to an envelope? Give me one of your shirts!"

"You will wear what I’ve given you." Lotor said annoyed.

Keith pulled the bed sheet around herself. "Forget it, then."

Lotor rolled his eyes and retrieved his own shirt from the bed where it had fallen. He figured being half-naked was not helping him control his unruly hormones. He then turned back to Keith.

"You don’t seem to understand the predicament you’re in." Lotor crossed his arms.

"Yes I do. I’m in the bedroom of my most hated enemy, who just happened to find out that I’m a woman." Keith stated.

"And now, since you like to state the obvious and all, what do you think is going to happen to you, little girl?"

Keith glanced around the room. She dove for the lamp on Lotor’s bedside table and held it threateningly at him.

"I said, don’t patronise me!" Keith yelled.

Lotor looked amused. "Your tits are showing again, love." He sneered.

"Don’t call me that." Keith pulled the sheet up over herself.

Lotor smirked. "You look so…. Cute!"

Keith emitted a throaty growl.

Lotor put his hands on his hips. "You know, where I come from, that’s an invitation…."

Keith dove at Lotor, trying to smash the lamp over his face. Lotor had been expecting the attack, in fact had been goading Keith to do just that with all his taunts. He held the wrist holding the lamp on a safe angle and took advantaged of the situation. Keith continued struggling, and the Prince of Doom would find later that he would not forget this encounter soon, due to the fact that Keith kicked and punched him violently.

Lotor bit back the pain, enjoying the whole game. Finally, they lost their balance and crashed onto the bed breathlessly. To Keith’s shock, she found that Lotor had ripped most of her clothes off. Lotor lay on top of her, looking deep into her eyes, still holding the wrist with the lamp.

"Get off of me, creep!" Keith tried to push Lotor off.

Lotor continued looking into her eyes, his fingers brushing lightly against her wrists. "Do you really want me to?" He asked quietly.

"Yes." Keith said.

"It’s your prerogative." Lotor’s caresses changed into a brutal squeeze and the saffron eyes hardened.

Keith let the lamp go, choking back tears. "Please stop, you’re hurting me."

Lotor loosened his grip but didn’t let go. Using the arm, which was propping him up from Keith, he pushed himself up bringing her up with him.

"Your choices are as follows." He looked cold. "You can join my harem where you will be at least left alone when I’m not around or I can toss you back in the dungeon. And believe you me, the Drule like white meat."

"Can I at least clean myself up?" Keith asked.

Lotor pushed her towards his ensuite. "Don’t try anything foolish. I’m done playing."

Keith emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. She found Lotor looking out the window.

"Um. Do you have anything a little less revealing?" Keith asked, quietly.

Lotor turned to face her. "Don’t bother. Whatever you put on, won’t stay on once you reach the dungeon."

"I don’t plan on going there." Keith said.

Lotor arched an eyebrow. "How soon they change…." He went towards Keith. "You know, I could grow to like you. You’re rather – spirited."

"That’s what you like about Allura, isn’t it?"

"Aye. And the fact that she’s beautiful." Lotor said quietly, some of the earlier anger leaving him. "Go through that door, I’ll call to you when I want you."

Keith eyed Lotor carefully, and allowed the towel to slip off. Lotor startled but hid this well from Keith. He remained still, studying the glorious view before him with one eyebrow raised.

"Would it change your opinion of me if I told you that I’ve admired you since I first saw you?" Keith asked, shyly.

This time, Lotor startled visibly. His other eyebrow joined the first one. He shook his head. "You do realise lies will not gain you any privileges."

"I know." Keith said quietly.

"Then why do you insist?" Lotor crossed his arms, fighting with his hormones over the dominance of his body.

Keith shrugged.

Lotor figured that there was no way he would ever win a fight with his hormones, especially when there was a naked woman in his room, possessing a killer figure, and went towards Keith. To the latter’s surprise, his touch was gentle and soft.

"I don’t suppose you’ve ever been in love with anyone before Allura, have you?" Keith asked.

Lotor continued his advances, caressing her back. "Hum… No, not really. Not many women have…" He paused. "Spunk."

"So this is just going to be exercise for you, isn’t it." Keith said, flatly.

Lotor pulled away slightly, but kept his hands on her hips. "What does it matter to you? I have already given you a choice. What do you want me to say?" He paused and knitted his brows. "What are you trying to tell me?"

Keith looked at the floor momentarily. She looked up to gaze into Lotor’s saffron eyes. "I’m trying to tell you that I love you, alright?"

Lotor, at that particular moment, wanted to be anywhere except where he was with his hands around Keith’s hips. He took a deep breath and continued to stare into her eyes, completely unsure as to what to do.

"How can you love me? I’m your most hated enemy!" Lotor said trying to find logic in the situation.

Keith made some sort of noise that sounded something like "I dunno." And shrugged her shoulders. "I suppose it’s your determination and the way you try to be nice to Allura during battle. I think that maybe it’s also the fact that you’re very mysterious. I’ve known you for a long time and I still can’t figure you out."

Lotor, to Keith’s ultimate surprise, pulled away and handed her one of his shirts, which became almost a dress on her. "Rest." He stepped away, so that she could get to his bed. "I think we both have some thinking to do."

Keith started at having been given Lotor’s room instead of being sent to the Harem. "Lotor, I know what I’ve always wanted. I’ve known since they showed us your picture in class. You had such wonderful red hair. What ever happened to it?"

Lotor stifled a groan. "It was an accident, okay? I got bored one day and decided to play with the hair dye. Unbeknownst to me, it happened to be permanent and I was a red-head for a while." He sighed. "Believe you me, I was not happy about it."

Keith shrugged. "I thought it was cute."

"Well, I don’t." He crossed his arms. "How can you love me? I’ve done nothing but bring misery to your life. Even my heart belongs to another."

Keith sat heavily on Lotor’s bed, pouting slightly. "I’m a woman. It started off as a stupid crush when I saw your picture when I was fourteen. I was so in love with you, your determination and your methods. I studied those battles for hours, trying to get into your head. I forgot about you after a while. Then I actually met you, and for that split second before you opened your mouth and proposed to Allura all those feelings came back. You haven’t caused me misery at least not how you think. You just frustrate me." She looked thoughtful. "I think I just have that typical fantasy that most women have about being able to change a man, for the better."

Lotor sat beside her and placed his fingers under her chin, lifting it, so that their eyes met. He studied her for long moments and realised that his first impression of her had been wrong, considering he had never taken the time to really look at Keith - or Emily as the case was.

"You want to know what’s in my head? Battle tactics, the blueprint for a battleship and sex. I find you very attractive and to be quite frank I hold a great deal of respect towards you, tenfold more now that I know you’re a woman. You have always been a remarkable Captain, even if you constantly trampling my parade!" Lotor smiled lightly. "Nevertheless, you have always provided me with a challenge, which is rare for me to find." He brushed his lips against hers, his fingers caressing her face. The action felt like the touch of a feather. "I’m glad you chose to remain here. Those below do not deserve to even gaze upon one such as you."

Keith smiled shyly. "Do you really mean that? I always thought I wasn’t anything to look at."

Lotor gave her an appraising look. "I think you have plenty to look at." He paused. "In fact, I think you have everything…" He moved fluidly and engaged her on a passionate kiss.

Keith obliged Lotor, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him as close as he allowed - which was pretty damn close! Any closer and they would pass as Siamese twins.

Lotor did not leave his bed until the next day. He nudged Keith lightly and waited till the latter woke up. She stared disoriented at Lotor for a moment before recalling what had happened. She smiled coyly.

Lotor kissed her lightly. "I have to go. Father’s got an attack on Arus scheduled for today at…" He looked at his clock. "Oh, about three in the afternoon. I can’t be late again. He’s getting mad."

Keith looked disappointed. "Do you have to go?" Keith frowned. "You’re going to propose to Allura again, aren’t you?"

Lotor looked confused for a moment. "Why would I do that when I’m already engaged?" He smirked.

"To who?" Keith looked very upset.

Lotor just smirked.

Lotor’s ship entered Arus’ airspace quickly. The Lions, flew up to stop him, minus Keith and plus Sven.

"Lotor, you meanie. First you kidnap Keith and then you come to attack us!" Allura said angrily. "I can assure you that you’re not going to win this time."

Lotor yawned.

"Go back to where you crawled out of!" Lance added. "Otherwise things are going to get rough for you. And who the heck is that supposed to be? Taking one of your harem girls out for a joyride?"

"Oh shut up, little man." Lotor said, still looking quite bored. "And if you must know, this is my bride."

"Humph! Someone who is probably just as heartless as you!" Allura said.

"Hi team!" Keith finally said, stifling his laughter at everything that was going on. She put her arms around Lotor lovingly.

Lotor, completely out of character, gave them all a raspberry.

"Omigod! Keith! Vhat has Lotor done to you?" Sven asked, getting over his initial shock faster than the rest.

"Nothing." Keith said simply.

"But-but you’re a woman!" Allura managed to stammer.

"But Lotor had nothing to do with that." Lance whispered, still quite surprised at everything. "Hagar must have done something to Keith."

"Actually, I just found Keith this way." Lotor put in. "Say, can we get this attack under way? I have reservations for dinner tonight and I don’t want to be late."

"Lotor, schnookums, if you hit Black Lion right there, they can’t form Voltron, and we won’t be late for dinner." Keith pointed on the screen, smiling devilishly. "So where are we going to go on our honeymoon after this is all done?"

Lotor aimed and fired. "Oh, I was thinking Planet Niagara Falls." He said casually.