Fic: Possession 9/9
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 ______________________________________ Epilogue. After I Wipe Away The Tears, Close Your Eyes.
The brig was a pretty unimpressive compartment. There were six cells along one wall, another six opposite, with a guard's station in the center. Basic gunmetal gray coated everything within sight. All very simple and depressing.
That was just the way Jim liked it.
Arms crossing over his chest, he stopped outside Uhura's cell. He took in the layout of her cell with a critical eye.
She had been busy, the mattress was untucked and checked over. Every square inch of the cell had been gone over. Even the pillow's seams were burst on one side. Sitting calmly in the center of the empty bed, she stared back at him.
"It's in the wall behind the light panel." He was all too happy to whisper the words in her general direction. "You wouldn't find it before the cell flooded with Nerozene."
"Pity." Her calm demeanor slipped in to a full blown sneer. "I should have slit your throat weeks ago."
Jim shrugged. She was right, not that it mattered much. "You didn't, I'm in command still. Guess we both lose."
That got him a bored expression in return. Reaching up, she pushed her braid behind her head, or what was left of it. Most of it had been cut off in the search for weapons. "Are you here to gloat or to whine at me?"
"Neither." It was a shock to him as well, but he honestly had a different reason for being here. He let this show on his face. "Your record makes dealing with you a difficult subject. Since you didn't directly commit treason, abandon your duties, or get the chance to violate your post, I can't kill you without repercussions."
"Well, that makes one of us." She smirked at him. Crossing her arms over her chest, she leaned back against the bulkhead. "You are a pathetic little boy. The attachment you have with that halfbreed is sickening and a weakness that a captain can't afford to have." Uhura raised an eyebrow to him in challenge.
He didn't rise to the bait. "That was true at one time, but I'm all better now." Licking his lips, he exhaled slowly. "As for sickening, one perversion or another, we all get our kicks somehow."
Sighing with an air of boredom, she rolled her eyes to the ceiling of her cell. "Just kill me and get it over with already."
Letting his arms drop to his sides, Jim smiled at her. He reached out to trail a finger over the edges of the forcefield. The tingle sent a thrill down his arm. "No, I think I like you better right where you are."
Her eyes popped open. "What?"
"For now, you're going to stay here." Pulling his finger back, he looked at it for any burn marks. "It makes me smile to see you inconvenienced."
"I guess this adds a petty, little bitch to your list of titles." With a growl, she picked up the pillow and threw it at the forcefield.
He snorted when it bounced off at head level. "This is going to be fun."
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Carrying the tray in to the bedroom, Jim immediately sought out his mate. He sensed him before he saw him on the far side of the bed. The sight of the pale expanse of back made him sigh with pleasure.
Hearing him, Spock turned to glance over his shoulder. After seeing who it was, he went back to reading his book. The yellowed pages were stiff under his careful fingers.
Jim carried the tray over to the bed and set it down near the center. The hot food on the trays gave off a cloud of steam. "I brought your favorites, stuffed cabbage rolls and pork ribs."
Spock didn't even look up from his book. "I do not eat meat. Vulcans are vegetarians."
"May be where you came from." Taking a napkin from the tray, Jim shook it out. He placed it over his lap as he sat down next to Spock. "But, if you haven't noticed, you have a new home."
"That changes little." Turning the page, Spock continued to read.
Picking up a hot bun from the tray, Jim used a knife to smear butter over the top. The smell made his mouth water. Yet, this one was not for him. He twisted until he was facing the other. "Try this."
"I am not hungry." Spock had to jerk his head back when the roll was suddenly placed in his face. He glared at the Human over it.
"Open your mouth, now." Pushing it against Spock's lips, Jim rubbed the melting butter over them.
His tongue automatically darted out to remove the butter. Upon tasting it, Spock sucked in his lip to clear the rest. His stomach growled in response to the food. He tried to cover this up, but it was already too late.
Jim pushed more of the the roll against the man's lips. "Eat, now." He didn't stop until Spock opened his mouth and bit down hard on the roll. The sharp teeth missed his fingers by just a centimeter.
Chewing it slowly, Spock was careful to glare at the other man his displeasure.
Instead of dissuading Jim, this only made his smile wider. Wiggling his eyebrows, he offered the roll again. "I want to hear more about your people's quirks. What else don't they do?"
To put an end to the teasing, Spock snatched up the roll with his free hand. Swallowing thickly, he considered the question. When he spoke, it was as if from a far away place. "There are very few of them left." He turned away. "Shortly before you abducted me, I had witnessed the destruction of my homeworld."
The amusement slipped from Jim's face. Sighing, he focused on the tray. "What about your family?"
"Only my father survives." He started to take another bite of the roll when a hand touched his cheek. Looking up, he found Jim very near. Automatically he let the seeking presence outside his mind inside. It had been an instinctive reaction.
Sorrow flowed between them, joining together in mutual loss.
Closing his eyes, Spock allowed Jim's mind to wrap around his own. Their thoughts merged to become one.
"They are all alive here, Spock. So are you." Leaning in closer, Jim whispered against the other man's cheek. "This could be your home, if you let it."
The only noise in his sensitive ears was the sound of his own breathing.