koliro+keitok: going on vacation together on a planet but they got separated halfway. somehow antok and keith landed at the most dangerous part of the planet (a forest full of giant bugs, carnivorous plants, angry sentient rock monsters, etc). while shiro and kolivan landed at the peaceful part of the planet (also a forest but everything is so calm and peaceful and they get to laze around by the creek)
((OMG this gave me so many ideas. XD It may not be quite what you had in mind, but I hope you like it anyway.))
A Tale of Two Vacations, Part 1
(koliro, keitok, slight nsfw, and all that good stuff)
Goda is a popular vacation world with spas, hotels, hiking trails, and other attractions scattered across its surface. Since it catered to many of the Empire’s galran officers, it was left largely untouched by the war, though it did become a vital source of intelligence near the end. (Many of the hotel workers were capable and willing spies.)
With the fighting done and the most urgent diplomatic matters attended to, the Paladins of Voltron finally have a chance to take a vacation. And wouldn’t you know it, Goda is just one star system over.
Shiro and Kolivan look over the planet’s brochures and find a small resort town they like. Not too large or busy, but with some nice gardens, museums, and a hotel overlooking the colorful mineral springs that serve as the town’s main attraction.
Keith is more interested in some of the less inhabited areas. There are a couple of campsites that looks promising, and Antok’s up for it. He hasn’t spent a lot of time outdoors on planets, but Keith seems excited, and that’s good enough for him.
Shiro and Kolivan take a shuttle down to the planet’s surface and check into their hotel without incident. Because Shiro belongs to an uncontacted species, the staff is very attentive about making sure he has access to all the facilities he needs. Getting a room with a water shower and a dust bath is easier than Shiro expected. All of the hotel’s rooms are modular, so they can easily be converted to serve a wide variety of species.
While waiting for their room to be configured, Shiro and Kolivan take a walk near the mineral springs. There are clear walkways built up and over them that allow visitors to enjoy the shimmering colors without leaning over the railing or getting too close to the steaming pools. There are pamphlets detailing the chemical reactions that give each spring its color, and Kolivan smiles fondly watching Shiro geek out over the information.
Over dinner - a meal Kolivan picked for the both of them, since Shiro was unfamiliar with most of the options at their chosen restaurant - Shiro admits he feels a bit guilty taking off for a break when there’s still so much to be done. Of course, as Kolivan points out, Shiro’s done more than enough to merit a short vacation. Besides, even the best leaders can’t be expected to perform at 100% without rest. (Privately, Kolivan admits he doesn’t always take his own advice.)
By the time dinner is finished, their room is ready, and Kolivan resolves to keep Shiro distracted from his concerns for the rest of the evening.
It’s dark when they arrive, and Shiro notices that the staff left the room’s wall-sized picture window uncovered. He goes to close the mechanical blinds, but stops short at the site of the springs. At night, the pools turn phosphorescent, glowing in myriad colors. Even the steam rising from them is faintly luminous.
Kolivan comes up behind him and presses against his back, arms wrapping around his waist.
“I used to dream about seeing things like this,” Shiro confesses quietly, “before I left Earth.”
“Then you should look as long as you want,” Kolivan murmurs, nuzzling his neck. His hands start to wander beneath his mate’s clothes. Shiro tries to guide them away from the window, but Kolivan holds him in place.
“People will see.” It isn’t quite an objection.
“The room is dark,” Kolivan points out, “and we’re three floors up. No one will see.” He gently turns Shiro’s face back toward the glowing springs and places the human’s palms against the window for support. When Kolivan starts to remove Shiro’s clothing, there’s no objection.
Keith and Antok land near the trailhead that will lead them to their campsite, but on their way down, Keith spots an unusual rock formation. It reminds him a bit of the hoodoo rock spires back on Earth, but on a grander scale. It’s not too far away, but all of the signs near the trailhead warn hikers not to stray out of the designated recreation area due to the dangerous wildlife living outside the maintained zone.
“It’s just a few stray animals,” Antok shrugs, the motion jostling his enormous pack. “If you want to go, lead on.”
Keith does so gladly. Maintained campsites are usually too crowded for his liking anyway. They have a topographical map of the area and a compass calibrated for the planet’s magnetic field, and Keith takes satisfaction in showing Antok how to navigate without the aid of sensors, trackers, or global positioning technology. Antok is intrigued and more than a little impressed by his mate’s skill with such primitive technology.
The terrain is savannah-like, interspersed with jutting rocks. The two set up their tent on the lee side of a boulder to block the wind and settle in for the night while Antok marvels at the quiet. He can’t remember the last time he fell asleep without the hum of a ship’s engines in the background.
Later that night, they’re awoken by a rustling in the grass. Antok snarls, but Keith’s night vision isn’t quite as good. He has to switch on his flashlight before he can see the many-eyed hyena-like creatures peering out at them from the brush. He curses and chucks a rock at the closest one’s feet, hoping to scare it off. No such luck.
He and Antok both have their blades, but they were hoping not to have to use them. Neither of them carry a ranged weapon, so close combat is starting to look like the only option. But when the first hyena alien crosses into their campsite, Antok lets out a great roaring shout that has it jumping like a startled cat.
The frightened hyena darts away while the others glance back and forth between Antok and their fleeing packmate before following suit. Antok turns to Keith to check on him and finds him dumbstruck. He’s never heard Antok make that sound before.
Before Antok can ask if he’s alright, Keith closes the distance between them. Using a fistful of fur to tug him closer, Keith firmly nuzzles and nips his jaw and throat with an aggressive kind of affection that turns the heat in Antok’s blood from protectiveness to lust in a moment.
Growling, he lifts Keith easily and pins him against the boulder. He holds his fierce little mate in place with one hand while the other strips him from the waist down, knowing the show of strength will get Keith going even more. Keith pants eagerly, squirming to test his grip, smelling almost like he’s in heat when Antok gets him properly arranged with his knees pinned up near his chest.
Antok could get used to this whole ‘camping’ thing.
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