Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2010-08-11 11:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | rated: explicit, slash, startrek, startrek xi |
Fic: Possession 8/9 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
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Part 7. Nothing Stands Between Us Here And I Won't Be Denied.
It was a haggard Bones that stepped out of the bedroom. The moment he saw Jim, the man frowned. "You're completely off your rocker, you know that."
Smiling, Jim uncrossed his arms. "I never claimed to be anything else." From his position near the door, he had been ready for anything.
"Even sedated, he's a menace!" A little paler than usual, Bones shook his head. He headed over to his case on the table to put his tricorder and hypospray back in it. "That pointy-earred pole cat is going to tear you apart. Mark my words, Jim! You'd be better to have someone else train him first before you tried anything."
"Thanks for the advice." The smile faded a little. That idea made him blister a little on the inside, but he held his tongue out of their friendship. "What did you give him?"
"Nothing that he didn't need." Closing his case, Bones waved off the other man's scrutiny. "He's making progress, but I still stick by my original diagnosis. You can't do anything too stressful with him just yet. Give him some time and a little TLC first." One look at his friend and he knew that his words had fallen on deaf ears.
The sour expression Jim leveled at his friend made his face hurt. "Like you plan on doing with your little Russian war bride?"
Bones paused for a second, then went back to making sure everything in his bag was in its place.
"I didn't think so." Jim started for the hatch, eager to begin.
"Take it slow," Bones called out. "You've got him, there's no need to rush."
That gave Jim pause. He stopped just outside the door sensor's range. "All right." Bones was right, as much as he hated to admit it. "For now." Then he started in to the room. The doors shut behind him with a quiet hiss.
"God help the green-blooded bastard and his lovesick moron with a hardon." Shaking his head, Bones headed for the main hatch.
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Pulling the clip from the end of his braid, Jim ran his fingers through the knots and tangles. It quickly spread out around his head in a frizzy mane. Shaking his head, he released the last of it to fall loose. "Now, where were we?"
Staring up from his spot on the floor, Spock ignored the display. He kept his sights directly on the other's face. "I see little point to this. You are certainly aware that I will refuse to submit to your advances." The chains had been removed from his body, but the bands still remained in place.
Jim put his hands on hips. The curve of his lips shined where he had licked them. "Denial was never a good look on you." Reaching for the hem of his shirt, he tugged it over his head and dropped it to the deck. Exposed to the heat of their quarters, he shivered with pleasure.
Spock didn't have this luxury. He sat on the floor with the blanket pooled around his waist as his only covering.
Taking in the sight of his sitting mate, Jim let his eyes linger on the smooth lines of his pectorals. The skin was unblemished and just begged to be marked. His nipples in particular needed to be tugged and bit. Jim grunted as he felt himself begin to harden in his pants.
This did not go unnoticed by the Vulcan. His gaze landed on the bulging material and he raised an eyebrow.
"Impressive, I know." Starting towards the other man, Jim slid two fingers in the waist of his pants. Sliding them down exposed the silky material of his underwear where they stretched over his cock. Heat flushed him as he saw Spock lean back a little.
As Jim stepped out of the pants, he lowered his gaze from Spock's face to his body once more. The length of his torso was shaded with green. The Vulcan was flushed. His eyes went further still to the sheet. Sucking in a quick breath, he felt muscles in his stomach tighten.
Seeing where the other man was looking. Spock placed a possessive hand upon the material.
"Come on, you know that's not going to keep anything safe," Jim chuckled.
In response, Spock clenched the fabric in his fist. He sat up a little straighter. "Whatever your intentions, I will not allow you to molest my person."
Grabbing his underwear, Jim shoved them to his ankles. He quickly stepped out of them, then kicked them at the other man. "Molesting you is the least of my plans."
Almost as if he could not control himself, Spock's vision slowly trailed along the Human's body. His eyes stopped on the hard, jutting cock. It stood out far and proud. Cheeks darkening with a greenish tint, he forced his narrowed eyes back to other's face.
Too late, Jim had seen. He smirked as he cross the last bit of space between them. Now standing on the edge of the blanket, he slowly thrust his hips forwards. The head of his cock poked at he air in front of the Vulcan's face. "Lick me."
That made Spock's glare intensify until his eyes turned in to slits.
Sighing, Jim rolled his own towards the ceiling. Dropping down to one knee, his hand shot out to grab the sheet. Instead of yanking it like Spock thought he would, his hand went straight to the other's crotch. His stronger fingers gripped the full length of Spock's cock. To his pleasant surprise, the man was already fully erect.
Almost burning hot to the touch, he gripped the full length through the sheet. He heard the man gasp but ignored it. Jerking upwards, he slid his hand up the hard flesh, then down it again. At the base, he swirled his palm all the way around.
A fine shudder ran through the Vulcan. He brought his hands up to push at the Human's shoulders, but another pump of his cock froze them. They grabbed on to the man's shoulders and held tight.
Pain flared in his shoulder muscles, but Jim ignored them. This was far more important. He matched his breathing to the short pants of his mate. Sucking in a quick breath, he leaned forward to wrap his other arm around the man's torso. He pulled Spock up close against him until they were kneeling, bare chest to bare chest.
The hard line of Spock's muscles flexed against his own and he could feel the beat of Spock's heart through the contact. The hand wrapped around the Vulcan's cock was now trapped between them. That was the perfect position as he pushed his own along the other's hip.
The sheet still separated his hand from Spock. That was the only thing holding it up. He would have to fix that soon. Looking down, he saw a wet spot in the place where the dark green head was. The leaking precum made the white material almost translucent.
He moaned softly, a tremor of pleasure making his breath short. Turning his head, he nuzzled against Spock's cheek. "Wrap your hand around my dick."
Spock shook his head in two short jerks of denial. His breaths were coming in such shallow grasps as to make speaking near impossible.
Anger flared in Jim's head, but he quickly set it aside. Raising his head, he pressed his face against the side of the other's head. His mouth now hovered over the other's pointed ear. "Fine. This time will be just about you." With that, he pressed forward to grab the pointed tip in his mouth. He wrapped his lips over his teeth and bit down with just enough force to be painful.
A shudder wracked Spock's body. His spine stiffened just as quickly again when Jim's hand began to jerk his cock again.
With quick, ruthless strokes, Jim slid his hand up and down the the firm flesh. He matched their breathing once more. Refusing to let the Vulcan's ear go, he worried it gently.
Up and down, his hand went. At the end he gave a half twist, then back down the shaft. The sheet gave extra stimulation to his actions. Friction and body heat soon made the material extremely hot. It completely surrounded Spock's cock as he jerked it harder.
Tremors ran through the other man's body, but he remained silent. Jim could tell he was losing control though. This was all so very familiar to him. It wouldn't be long now.
Releasing the now bright green ear, he licked up the side of Spock's head. He easily avoided the carefully manicured hair cut to place a kiss in the center of the burning hot forehead. "Let go, Spock. Give yourself over to me." The head shook under his lips, intent on denying him even this.
By now, Spock was breathing through his nose. His jaw was clenched tightly shut. The hands on Jim's shoulders clenched even harder. The bruises would be deep in the tissue.
Jim didn't care. He was driving the Vulcan quickly over the cliff and in to his control. Strong, steady strokes soon earned him soft moans from those tightly pressed lips.
Suddenly, Spock's hips thrust forward against Jim's hand. This drove his cock hard against the Human's body. His ass flexed tight as he thrust once more. With a soft cry, he went stock still. Liquid heat spurted forth from his cock through the sheet as he came.
It coated Jim's hand as he twisted his palm around the head. The Vulcan shuddered in his arm, as another spurt covered his hand further. His hips thrust twice more in quick succession. More cum soaked the sheet. Gasping hard, Spock sagged against Jim.
Kissing the sweaty forehead, Jim couldn't hide his triumphant smile. He didn't want to. He pressed his lips twice more to the sodden flesh. Using the arm he had around Spock's chest, he pulled the exhausted man back enough to look at him.
Jim released the spent cock after a final tug of the tip. That done, he held up his hand, palm out, for Spock to see. A thick layer of white fluid coated every inch of it.
Weary eyes stared at it in exhausted resignation.
Bringing his hand close, he sniffed at it. Then, when he was certain the other man was looking, he licked a long swath across his palm. The tang of metal hit his taste buds and he quickly swallowed. Growling, he smirked.
Spock regarded him with hooded eyes. He said nothing.
That was just fine with him. Jim had done what he wanted and there hadn't been any resistance. This was a very good sign.
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Staring at his reflection in the mirror revealed hand shaped bruises on his shoulders and upper arms. Even with the weakness of being under a mild sedative, the Vulcan was a danger. A shiver of desire ran through Jim.
He had to bite his lip to keep from moaning as he shifted one arm. His own pain killer would be kicking in soon. The beauty of mating with a Vulcan was that he was prepared for a lot of pain. And damn if that idea didn't make him hornier.
Sighing, he tamped down on that urge. Now wasn't the time.
Warm rag in hand, he stepped out of the bathroom. It took only a moment to locate his mate on the bed. The man was curled up across it. He could tell from the steady rise and fall of his chest that Spock was asleep.
He stood there and watched for several moments. The sight needed no commentary. Everything he wanted was right there in front of him.
For the first time in six months, he felt truly content.
Shaking himself out of it, Jim started for the bed. The rag was already cooling as he stopped at the foot.
The blankets were pooled around Spock's waist. The chains around his wrists held him firmly to the far bulkhead. His bare hip remained exposed to the air, but he was unaffected.
A warm sensation of happiness made Jim smile. Putting his knees on the bed he crawled up to his mate's side. There, he reached out to run the rag over the exposed expanse of skin.
The first touch of the rag on Spock's body made him tense up. His eyes popped open and he started to turn over until the chains tugged at his bandaged wrists.
"Careful." Jim slid the rag down his lover's side and over his crotch. His circular motions were slow and deliberate, washing every space between the Vulcan's closed legs. His fingers massaged wherever they could reach. Done there, he pushed the rag out between Spock's legs and caught it between his thighs.
Spock remained still as the warm rag was washed over his bottom. The soft material was lovingly slid over his firm cheeks and he closed his eyes to block it out.
Sighing, Jim ran it up the small of Spock's back. "One day, you won't cringe at my touch." His fingers massaged the tense muscles he found there too. "In fact, you'll eagerly seek it out."
The other man remained silent.
Running the rag higher up to his shoulders, Jim continued his ministrations. "He learned too. It took some time, but I won you over before." He bent down to place a kiss to the space between Spock's shoulder blades. "I will do it again."
Sitting up, he pushed it around under Spock's arms to his chest. He moved slower this time. The water inside was cooling faster, but he did not stop. Jim didn't think he could even if he wanted to.