Voltron Legendary Defender - Shining Like the Stars [45] [Shklance]

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Title: shining like the stars [45]
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
AU: slts
Characters/Pairing: Shiro/Keith/Lance, Team Voltron
Rating: M
Length: 1762
Summary: “I have never seen so many different kinds of aliens,” Pidge said excitedly, gesturing with her utensil. It was somewhat spoon-like, but a lot longer and thinner than the spoons Hunk was used to working with. “It was like the cantina scene from Star Wars, but dialed up to like, eleven.”



“I have never seen so many different kinds of aliens,” Pidge said excitedly, gesturing with her utensil. It was somewhat spoon-like, but a lot longer and thinner than the spoons Hunk was used to working with. “It was like the cantina scene from Star Wars, but dialed up to like, eleven.”

Allura was sitting beside Pidge at the low table in their room; Hunk seated across from them and working their way through a repast of foreign food that, as it was not gelatinous-based in any form, Hunk found absolutely delectable. Allura was watching Pidge gesture with the utensil, before she frowned and looked over to Hunk. “I thought that your planet Earth had no congress with other lifeforms,” she said, puzzled. “And yet you have participated in a war? Not against the Galra Empire?”

“It's a movie,” Hunk said, chin in his hand. “You know, fiction?” He gestured with a utensil too, a long thin one meant for stabbing, not cutting. “Very popular on our planet.”

She nodded, brow still drawn in puzzled curiosity that disclaimed she wasn't entirely sure. “We had holodramas on Altea,” she said wistfully, and put her chin in her hand and mimicked Hunk's posture without thought. “I watched many when I was younger.”

“There was an alien that was shorter than me,” Pidge continued on. “And it had three heads! And they all spoke different dialects of the same language or something and they were arguing the entire time they were behind us in the line-”

“That was a Tripektan,” Allura said. “They're not always the most … gracious creatures.” She made a face as if she wanted to say something else, but paused and sighed deeply, then looked over the food; there was far too much for just the three of them. “Are you certain we shouldn't ask if the others want to join us for dinner?”

Hunk and Pidge exchanged a look, and Pidge shrugged. “They're probably sleeping by now,” she said. “Although Hunk can always go knock on their door.”

Hunk's glance turned dirty, and Pidge smirked at him, eyebrow raised. “Oh, I can always go-” Allura said, starting to stand up and Hunk almost knocked the table over shooting upright from his seated position.

“No, no,” he said quickly. “Wouldn't want to trouble you Princess, I can knock on their door, it's not a big deal.” He took a large step backward and turned on his heel, toward the door that connected Allura's room to the shared porch. Allura watched him march out the door, and as he swung around out of sight she sat back down and smoothed the soft fabric of her native dress.

“I don't see what all the fuss is about,” she said, frowning at her plate of food before looking over at Pidge. “It's just sex.”

Pidge shrugged and pushed her glasses up her nose. “They're boys,” she said. “They get flustered over everything. Besides, I bet it stinks over there, let Hunk deal with it.”

Allura tilted her head, and then nodded in agreement. “Fair enough,” she agreed, and picked up the long, thin stabbing utensil, using it to spear a green piece of meat. “Did you want any more of this aguasnake? It's delicious...”


#

It was Shiro who answered the door when Hunk knocked, wearing, thankfully, his underwear. Of course it was tight and left very little to the imagination but Hunk was not checking out his leader's package and was instead here to talk about food. Or something.

In reality, the first words that came out Hunk's mouth were, “if you hurt Lance we're going to have a very unpleasant conversation.”

Shiro's eyes widened, eyebrows lifting at Hunk's words. Then, to his surprise, Shiro smiled gently. “Lance is sleeping,” he said softly. “But I promise you he's fine. What do you need, Hunk?”

“The Princess has dinner laid out in her room,” Hunk said finally. He didn't try to see around Shiro into the room, because there was too much on the list of 'things he really didn't want to try to scrub from his memory' that could possibly be occurring behind Shiro; so he somehow maintained eye contact instead. “She was wanting to know when you guys would be joining us.”

“Uh,” Shiro looked over his shoulder and turned faintly pink. “I don't think we'll be joining you,” he said finally. “By the time I get everyone up and dressed I'm sure the food would be cold.”

Hunk nodded his head and tried not to think about anything at all. Maybe the food still in Allura's room or the steam from the baths behind them or something that was not the glimpse of Lance's naked rear as he was sprawled half on top of Keith that Hunk caught when Shiro turned. “Understood,” he said. “I'll … let her know.”

“Thank you, Hunk,” Shiro said, smiling easy and open and Hunk had to remind himself that the reason he felt light-headed was the temperature outside. “I appreciate it.”


#

“Dinner, huh?” Keith said as Shiro sat down carefully on the futon again. Lance stirred a little, his face pressed to Keith's chest, and Keith lifted his hand from where he'd been carding his fingers slowly through Lance's hair. He waited a moment but Lance didn't move his head, so he resumed stroking Lance's head.

“Yeah,” Shiro said. He remained upright for a moment, legs crossed and hands resting on his thighs. Keith recognized the expression on Shiro's face; he was looking off into the distance, at something only he could see. Then he took a deep breath and returned to the present, before looking down at Keith and Lance. “How is he?”

“'He's' fine,” Lance said without opening his eyes or moving his head. Keith lifted his hand quickly, as if he had been shocked by an exposed wire, and Lance opened one eye. “You can keep doing that, it felt nice,” he murmured.

After a moment, Keith put his hand back on Lance's head. Shiro laughed a little, and leaned over them, kissing the top of Lance's head before moving a little closer and kissing Keith. “You smell different,” Shiro said, when he lifted his head. He frowned at that, unsure of what to make of it, then lowered his head to Lance's and inhaled his scent too.

Lance snorted against Keith's skin and lifted his head finally. “That tickles,” he complained, and Shiro sat up all the way and rubbed his nose, frowning still. “What are you doing?”

“Scenting,” Shiro said, and covered his nose with one hand as he thought hard. Lance gave a little shiver and put his cheek back on Keith's chest. Shiro looked down at him. “You don't like that, do you.” It wasn't phrased as a question.

Lance was quiet for a long moment, his eyes closed. “It's okay if it's you,” he said finally.

“Lance,” Keith started to say, but Shiro touched Keith's shoulder, and their eyes met. Keith fell silent as Lance inhaled once.

“There was a pair of alphas a few years ahead of our class at the garrison,” Lance said, eyes closed so he didn't have to look at anyone. His hand curled into a loose fist on Keith's belly, where it had been resting. “They would … scent the omegas that had presented, it was some sort of hazing shit in the locker room, it's stupid as fuck.” He pushed himself up off of Keith, eyes open but staring at the futon between them. His voice had gone very soft.

“I presented really early, I didn't know what it meant when they cornered me during one of my first heats...” Lance inhaled again, raggedly, and put one arm over his chest, fingers digging into his own shoulder. “I didn't….”

He didn't flinch when Shiro's arm went over his shoulder, and he relaxed into Shiro's embrace as Shiro pulled him close. Lance pressed his face to Shiro's chest and took a great, gulping breath, shaking hard. “It's okay,” Shiro murmured into his hair, and rubbed Lance's back gently. “It's okay.”

“It's not okay,” Keith snarled, sitting upright and his hands balled into fists in the mess of blankets. “Lance, I need names, I'm going to rip their fucking dicks off and force-feed them the remains.”

“Keith,” Shiro said sharply. “You're not helping.”

“It's okay,” Lance said. “I'm pretty sure Hunk beat him to it.” He was quiet for a long moment, then closed his eyes and turned his face away again. Lance shivered in Shiro's arms when Shiro brushed the fingers of his left hand over the still-raw bite on the back of his neck.

“Feel this?” Shiro said, and Lance shuddered again and nodded, as Shiro let his hand cup over the wound. “This means that if anyone ever touches you again without your permission, I will rip out their throat.”

“Unless I get to them first,” Keith growled.

“Keith won't get to them first,” Shiro said. His voice was chillingly level. “I will definitely get to them first.”

Lance lifted his head. “Are you two seriously arguing over who gets to hypothetically kill someone on my behalf?”

“Who's being hypothetical?” Keith said, and Lance leaned away from Shiro, twisting in his arms and frowning at Keith.

“I can take care of myself, you know,” he pointed out.

“That's rich, coming from a guy who got handcuffed to a tree by an alien.” Keith crossed his arms and glared at Lance, who glowered right back.

Shiro sighed and leaned forward, setting his chin on the crown on Lance's head while Lance and Keith squabbled. Then he smiled, and kissed the top of Lance's head.