Fic: Possession 7/9 StarTrek XI
Title: Possession Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own StarTrek. Characters:Mirrorverse - Jim, Bones, Uhura, Chekov. XI - Spock, Kirk, Chekov, Nyota. Words: 14972 Genre: Dark Slash. Prompt: Mirror Kirk comes looking for something he lost: Spock. Fandom: StarTrek XI Pairing: M!Kirk/Spock, past M!Kirk/M!Spock Rating: Adult Warnings: Language, Violence, Character Death, Sexual Activity, Dub-Con, Bondage, Dominance/Submission, Kidnaping, Angst, Stockholm Syndrome, Drug Use. Recipient: Anna - Winner of Help_Chile auction. Summary: A sudden rift in space offers one Jim Kirk the chance to reclaim what was taken from him. Spock will learn to accept his new life, whether he wants to or not. Author's Note: Lyrics and title from "Possession" by Sarah McLachlan ______________________________________ Part 6. My Body Aches To Breathe Your Breath.
At first, Jim wasn't sure what woke him. His bladder protested a little, but he as good at ignoring it. That didn't feel right when he passed it through his brain either. No, there as something else, something that felt off.
The bed shifted again.
Eyes narrowing, Jim carefully raised his head to glare at the bastard that dared to awaken him. When he saw the back of a familiar head, he stopped. His breath caught in the back of his throat for a moment. Then he remembered.
Swallowing down the stupid fucking emotions, he sat up further. Jim braced himself on one arm to glare down at the unconscious form. "I know you are awake."
One eye opened to peer up at Jim. Spock tried to turn his head, but the chain around his neck made it uncomfortable. He had to slowly twist until the collar moved in to position. "You are more perceptive than I estimated."
"That's going to be happening a lot." Reaching up, Jim scratched at his chest as he yawned. He finished with a moan. "Wait here until I'm through in the head, then you can use it." With that, Jim turned and slid off the bed. He stumbled to the bathroom without a backwards glance.
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Scrubbing at the back of his head with a towel, Jim walked out of the bathroom. Steam rolled out ahead of him. In the bright light from the bath, he could see that Spock was in the same position he had left him in. "You can get up now."
Eyes narrowed, Spock didn't bother to respond. The chains around his arms, legs, and neck kept him firmly placed to the bulkhead. He couldn't even turn over.
Seeing this as if for the first time, Jim quirked his lips. "Oh, sorry about that." Dropping his towel, he strolled towards the bed. He kept his pace deliberately slow to show off the nude expanse of his body. "Let me help you with those."
Spock watched his every move. His hands gripped the chains where they extended from his cuffs.
Jim stopped at the edge of the bed. He let eyes trail over the restrained man. They lingered over several choice locations, hungrily taking them in. "You are almost as beautiful as I remember."
Bending his head backwards, Spock stared upside down at Jim so he could see him. "Just so you know, I will kill you the first chance I get." He tugged ineffectually at his chains for emphasis.
This made a warm rush of pleasure flow through Jim. He moaned softly as he reached out a seeking hand. The fingers hovered over the Vulcan's cheek a moment before he placed them to key points. Jim closed his eyes the moment he felt contact in his mind.
Spock gasped. He twitched and tried to jerk away until the hand on his cheek pressed his face in to the pillow. Realizing this was going to happen, he turned his mind inwards and focused out through the contact.
The vast presence of an alien mind washed over Jim. It filled him and fought him, trying to desperately claim every bit of him. He let Spock search him, to seek out all the vast parts of him. This is what he had been waiting for and he seized upon it.
The moment Jim's mind enveloped his own, Spock seized at his bonds. His eyes opened wide like a panicked animals. Rolling violently, he tried to jerk away, both physically and mentally.
In response, Kirk grasped the other's face in both hands and held on tight. "Give it to me!" The muscles in his neck and jaw clenched so tight they began to spasm in pain. He gasped as he fought to maintain his hold on the flailing mind.
Spock's jerking hands caused the cuffs to bite in to his skin. Scrapes of flesh openly bled green. Still, this did not stop him. He swung out with his mind, desperately shredding at everything he could touch.
Crying out in pain relieved none of Jim's aches. His back arched, but he held on. He could not let go even if he wanted to.
Yet, the human's mind continued to wrap around him. Where the ends touched they laced together in a woven cage. Spock felt as if the walls were closing in on him. Panic set his heart to racing and his lungs labored to keep up.
Pain radiated out from their side. The heart, one damaged, was pounding too hard. It would exacerbate the already stressed walls of muscle at the current rate. They had to calm it.
With a single impulse, the muscle eased its contractions. The blood continued to flow through out the body, but that too calmed. Muscles in their body eased. A few continued to spasm, but they eventually relaxed.
They were whole. They were one. Finally.
Blinking, Jim stared down in to now calm eyes. He cocked his head slightly. Running a thumb up over Spock's lips, he smiled. "See now, that didn't hurt."
Almost numb, Spock stared back up at him. "What have you done?" Yet, the truth was obvious to them both. He could sense it.
Jim could sense that Spock knew. "You belong to me." 'We belong toge...' was all he could think before the knowledge was shut off from him. It simply ceased to be in his mind, as if a door had closed it off. He smirked. "Soon enough, beautiful." He patted the other's cheek.
"Release me." Glaring now, the Spock tried his restraints again.
"All right." Before his hands went to Spock's restraints, one went to the other's neck. There, he ran his fingers along the collar. "One thing you should know first. If I snap my fingers, this constricts. You kill me, it won't stop." He flicked the metal band. "Just thought you should know."
Taking a deep breath, Spock composed his features in to a neutral expression. "Very well, Captain," he spit the last word out like it tasted vile on his tongue.
"That's what I like to hear." Reaching over to the bulkhead, Jim placed his palm to it. Closing his eyes, he began to hum to himself. A second later, the chains detached from their moorings as the eyes retracted in to the wall. He held up his other hand, ready to snap. "Remember, Spock."
The Vulcan watched him through slitted eyes, but made no move.
Crawling backwards, Jim slipped off the bed. Once he had his feet under him, he started for the door. He kept glancing back as he went. The smirk never left his face. "You are the best piece of ass on this ship."
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Jim was riding high as he stepped on the turbolift. For the first time in months he felt himself. Everything was as it should be in his head. Now it was time to do the same for his ship.
The doors hissed shut and the control panel blinked at him in anticipation.
"Bridge." Crossing his arms, Jim felt the butt of his phaser with his left hand. It was solid, dependable. This weapon would never fail him so long as he took care of it.
Two beeps indicated his voice was identified and accepted. The turbolift started off with a mechanical whirr.
He almost felt like humming. His good mood was definitely a welcome change. This promised to be a wonderful day at this rate.
With a slight groan of deceleration, the turbolift came a stop. It beeped at him twice before the doors hissed open.
The moment they cleared, Jim had his phaser out and stepped on to the bridge. It felt heavy in his grip, but familiar. Heads turned to stare at him in surprise. He reveled in the thrill it sent up his spine.
Spinning in the Captain's Chair, Uhura turned to face him. Her impassive gaze took in his immaculate appearance with no reaction. Then it settled upon the weapon and her lips twitched. "I see you are feeling better, sir." She looked him up and down once more with a dismissive snort. "Having a new body slave must have done you wonders."
"Yeah, about that, I seem to recall having given you an order." He indicated she should rise with the phaser. "What happened to calling me when were ready to head back through the anomaly?" Jim kept his voice even to mask his anger.
"There wasn't time." She rose with all the grand regal of a queen. Her braid fell off her shoulder to hang behind her head. "You were otherwise occupied and the anomaly was closing fast."
Taking a step towards her, Jim held his phaser out. "I gave you a direct order, Lieutenant Commander. It was not up to your discretion to disobey!" For the first time he saw her carefully made up face start to crack.
Uhura's eyes narrowed in anger, but quickly reformed to serene. "It was my judgment call." Lowering her gaze, she focused on the deck. "An error, I see now."
"Damn right it was." With a quick flex of his fingers, he squeezed the trigger of his phaser. Red light flashed out from the barrel tip.
The moment it struck her, Uhura flew backwards in to the Captain's Chair. She slumped down instantly unconscious.
That taken care of, Jim looked around the bridge for anyone who might have objected. He found only bored expressions. Putting the weapon back in its holster, he stepped off the back platform and on to the command deck. He walked over to his chair and stopped.
Watching the rise and fall of his XO's chest, he snorted. With a quick nudge of his foot, he knocked her from the chair. "Have someone come and haul this trash to the brig. I'll decide her punishment later."
"Yes, sir." A brown haired security officer slapped an arm to his chest and bowed his head in salute. Then he quickly moved from the back platform to retrieve Uhura's prone form.
Turning around while the man and two others leapt in to action, Jim grasped the hand holds of his chair. Using them to brace himself, he spun and eased himself down in to it. A sense of power filled him the moment he touched down.