Voltron Legendary Defender - Shining Like the Stars [3] [Klance]

[scriveyner]

Title: shining like the stars
Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
AU: slts
Characters/Pairing: Keith/Lance, Shiro, Allura, Hunk
Rating: T
Length: 1750
Summary:

"Hunk!" Lance called as he hurried down the corridor behind the pilot of the yellow lion. "Hunk, c'mon man, wait up!"

Hunk was walking determinedly forward, completely ignoring Lance, and headed back toward the castle-ship's kitchens. He was staring straight ahead, and almost didn't stop when Lance darted in front of him, both hands out and braced a little in case Hunk did walk into him. "Hunk, stop, let me explain-!"

He did stop, hands still gripping the tray and staring at Lance. "Explain what?"

Lance, who had closed his eyes and braced for impact, opened them but didn't drop his hands. "It's... not what you think?"

"Not what I think." Hunk's voice was very calm, and it was kind of scary. Lance couldn't think of the last time he'd heard Hunk's voice this calm. "What is it that I think, Lance?" Hunk looked around suddenly, as if checking to see that they could be overheard, then leaned in toward Lance, eyes narrowed. "Is it that you're taking advantage of an omega in heat?"

Lance slapped his hand over Hunk's mouth and said, loudly, "SHH I'M NOT TAKING ADVANTAGE OF ANYBODY, IF ANYTHING HE'S TAKING ADVANTAGE OF ME-!" Hunk recoiled almost instantly away from Lance and shook his head, balancing the tray expertly and wiping the back of his hand over his mouth.

"I don't even want to know where your hands have been!"

"I'm not taking advantage of him!" Lance said again, insistently, not as loud. "How could you think I would do something like that?" He had backed up a step and was aware of how fast his heart was beating, how strangely terrified he was of Hunk and his knowledge.

Hunk inhaled, held it for a moment, and then let out a long, slow sigh. "I know you're not a bad person," he said. "Well, not that kind of person-"

"Hey!"

"But it's hard not to be suspicious when I see a guy that you've declared as your rival on his knees in front of you with a face full of..." Hunk screwed his nose up and closed his eyes as if he was trying to dump his short-term memory files. "Well, you."

"It wasn't my idea," Lance huffed, taking a step back and folding his arms. He looked away again for a moment, unaware of still how flushed he was. "How did you know that he's ... well..." Lance looked around again but didn't see anyone. "You know."

"An omega?"

"Dude, don't say it."

Hunk shrugged his shoulders loosely. "The only way that you're getting a blowjob is from someone in heat who doesn't know any better." That said, he stepped around Lance and kept on walking toward the kitchen, leaving Lance standing there with a stunned expression on his face.

"What? Hunk!"

#

"You have to swear to not tell anyone," Lance was saying, two steps behind Hunk as he walked into the kitchen. "Swear it, man!"

"Not tell anyone what?" Allura said, standing at the counter by the wall, holding a mug in both hands full of a steaming, purple liquid. Lance pulled up short and gaped at her for a moment, his brain shooting off the rails at lightning speed, and groped for something, anything to tell her.

"Keith and Lance were working on team-building exercises," Hunk said as he set the tray down.

"Oh!" Allura beamed. "Lance, that's wonderful, will you be sharing those exercises with the rest of us? I know how tumultuous your relationship with Keith is, I'm glad to see that you're working together!"

Lance not only continued to gape wordlessly for a long, painful moment, he also turned one single, vibrant shade of pink from his forehead to his chin. "They're, um," he said, struggling. "They're..."

"...not ready yet?" Hunk helped, a gleam in his eye.

"Not ready yet," Lance said far too quickly. He glared at Hunk, who beamed at him and started putting away the tray.

"How is Keith feeling?" Shiro asked from behind Lance, and Lance went absolutely rigid. For a split-second everything was silent except for the feeling of Shiro in the doorway behind him, large and confident. Then Lance moved faster than he thought possible, getting out of the way and putting Hunk between him and the door as nonchalantly as he could for someone who appeared to have teleported across the room.

"He's fine," Lance said quickly, almost tripping over the words and not making any eye contact with Shiro at all. "Or he will be fine, he's just exhausted, wore himself out, you know how he is hahaha," the nervous chuckle at the end made Hunk look at him and snort.

"I still think he ought to spend the night in one of the medical pods," Allura said, and the mouse who was sitting perched on her shoulder nodded its head in firm agreement. "He'll feel much better in the morning, especially if he has pushed himself past his limits."

"That sounds like a fine idea, princess," Shiro said. "I'll go check on him-"

"NO," Lance said loudly, and ducked his head when Shiro looked directly at him. "Um, he had just gone to sleep when Hunk and I left. Right, Hunk?"

Hunk was giving Lance a strange look, but after a moment, nodded. "It wouldn't be nice to disturb him," he said to Shiro. "Let him sleep for a while, we can suggest the medical pods if he still feels badly when he gets up." After a moment, he added, "he looked really worn out by the team-building exercises he and Lance were doing."

"Hunk," Lance hissed.

Shiro shrugged and put his hands on his hips. "It's fine, as long as he's not actually sick with anything that could go around. It would be bad if everyone came down with the space flu."

"...is that actually a thing?" Lance said. "Space flu."

Allura frowned thoughtfully. "Not particularly. There are a whole host of illnesses you could bring back from any of the planets we visit, but the paladin suits have built-in filtration systems that help cleanse the atmosphere you breathe and works almost as a second immune system. Otherwise non-native pilots would be getting sick all the time."

"Makes sense," Hunk said. "All this alien tech is so weird, but also really kinda cool."

Lance nodded his head too, but was aware that Shiro was staring at him with a very perplexed expression. He had entered the kitchen area and hesitated, his attention divided between Allura's words and Lance, and it was beginning to make Lance uncomfortable. "I'm going to go," he started to say, but then Shiro was walking toward him and that uncomfortable feeling unspooled in his belly into something else entirely.

He was standing back against the counter beside Hunk and had no where else to go. "Hey, Shiro," Lance said but Shiro didn't even seem to hear him, brow drawn together in concentration. Lance realized in a panicked moment as Shiro stepped into his personal space, that Shiro was scenting.

Shit.

He couldn't make himself move, his muscles had all locked up as Shiro put his hands on Lance's shoulders, one hand heavier and cooler, and lowered his head and inhaled deeply in the space where the fabric of Lance's clothes was heaviest, between his shoulder and neck. "Shiro!" Allura said from far away, shocked.

Lance's heart was going a million miles an hour, his entire body ramrod straight, trembling slightly. "You smell like Keith," Shiro murmured, his voice gone just an octave lower, huskier, and Lance's brain finally overrode everything else and he planted both his hands on Shiro's chest and shoved him away.

Shiro took a step back, eyes wide and surprised and he seemed to come back to himself, blushing slightly. "Why did I – Lance, I'm sorry-"

Lance was still standing with his arms extended, staring at Shiro with a frankly terrified expression on his face. "I have to go," he managed to say, then bolted.

#

In the safety of his own room, Lance slammed the control that closed the door behind him and locked it. He was breathing hard, more winded than a run down the winding halls of the castle-ship ought to leave him. He braced himself back against the door, but then realized that his legs weren't going to hold him for much longer and sank to the floor.

He could still feel the brush of hot breath along the side of his neck, but the voice in his head wasn't Shiro's. Lance folded his arms over his ears and curled forward, trying to keep it out, the voice that said softly, you're an omega, you'll enjoy it, private...

Focus on your breathing. One breath in, one breath out.

Lance jumped when he heard someone bang on his door. "Lance, are you all right?" Hunk's voice.

"I'm fine," Lance said, lowering his arms but not moving from where he sat, back to the door. "Is Shiro out there with you?"

"No. I think he's still trying to explain what just happened to Allura." Hunk's voice lowered just a bit. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah." Lance said. After a moment, he said. "Hunk?"

"I'm still out here, man."

"Keep Shiro away from Keith. It's his first heat."

Another long moment, and Lance heard Hunk smack his hand into the door. "Of course I will. Shit, what a bad time to present."

"Yeah." Lance closed his eyes and exhaled.

"You know, I didn't really think you were taking advantage-"

"I know."

Hunk said, quietly, "will you open the door?"

He shook his head, didn't realize right away that Hunk couldn't see it. "I'm fine," he said. "Will you... go check on Keith? He needs to eat something, he hadn't touched the dinner tray I left."

"Yeah, man. Come talk to me if you need to." Lance heard Hunk smack the outside of his door one more time, and then there was no other noise from the hallway.

Lance tilted his head back against the door and closed his eyes, then took a long, deep breath. He could still feel those fingers, that breath, that scent; trapped against the wall of lockers in the changing room, terrified...

And Hunk, ripping an upperclassman off of him, slamming him back into the bench so he tripped and sprawled back...

He was going to make certain that Keith made it through his first heat safely. No matter what.