Fic: Ramifications 1/1 Spock/Chekov
Title: Ramifications. Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. Characters: Spock, Chekov Words: 632 Prompt: Extreme Dom!Spock and Innocent!Chekov. Rough sex. Fandom: Star Trek XI Pairing: Spock/Chekov Rating: Adult Warnings: Language, Sexual Situations, Ponderings. Summary: Spock pauses to consider the ethics of sex with Chekov. Author's Note: Chekov is 18. ______________________________________
Rationalization. There were lies that Humans told themselves to make situations seem more tolerable. It was a coping mechanism, something that made their lives easier. Truth was subject to interpretation. For Spock's logical mind, rationalizing was akin to an outright lie.
Yet, with the situation he found himself in, Spock was willing to try. Just this once. After all, how could this, an emotionally driven need, be logical?
Tracing his fingers down the soft skin at the small of his lover's back, he noted the downy hairs. They soon gave way to those more coarse and darker. It was a odd transition that fit him well.
As it was, the teen was almost, but not quite, himself. Laws and nature declared that he was legal. It was accepted by all that at eighteen humans were adults. At least none would make a comment to the contrary in his presence.
That did not stop his own mind from supplying ample reasons as to why he should cease this...dalliance. His fingers slid over the firm flesh of Chekov's bottom, stopping to ever so lovingly caress the bruises. The tips matched the places where he had applied so much pressure only hours earlier.
A thrill of pleasure ran through him. Spock sucked his bottom lip slightly between his teeth to keep from growling.
There had been no objections raised by the young man last night. He certainly had plenty of opportunities. It had been quite the opposite in fact. If any thing, his reaction could be classified as extremely enthusiastic.
As a young, strong, and maturing adult, he was a peek specimen of Human sexuality. His age combined with his lack of experience had made him eager. There in lay a problem itself.
Were his own hormones and emotions clouding his judgment. Had he been caught up in the 'heat of the moment' as his mother's people were wont to say? It was possible, Humans were very passionate individuals. The bite marks he bore now were testament to that.
Thinking of them reminded him of their sting. His skin still tingled from the air hitting them. Doctor McCoy could no doubt identify his lover simply by matching them against known dental records.
The sluggish warmth in his mind tugged at him, yet he ignored the need. He could wait a little while longer. Chekov was certainly going no where.
Spock's hand stilled. Glancing up from half lidded eyes, he observed the sleeping young man's face.
Buried in the pillows, only a small portion of his face was visible. There were darkening marks along his jawline, cheekbones, and temple that would certainly become bruises soon.
The sight of them made a small part of his primal mind satisfied. The younger man was clearly marked for all to see. He had willingly accepted the touch and the merging of their minds.
No. Pavel Chekov was definitely not leaving. At least not until the last throes of their mating had cooled.
Unaware of the noise he was making low in his throat, Spock eased his body over the back of his dozing lover's. He sensed, then felt the younger man awaken under his touch. Enough time had passed.
"You are ready again?" The question was sleepy, but the voice grew more alert with every word.
To answer, Spock ground his erection against those firm cheeks. His teeth bared, he lowered his mouth to the bruised flesh of Chekov's shoulder.
Crying out, Chekov arched back against the stronger man. Strong arms slid around his chest, solid and unyielding. "I think you are trying to kill me." He gasped as he was penetrated. "But, it is a good way to die."
He had a smug smile as he latched on the teen's throat above the pulse point.