FIC: Prompt Response: Star Trek (Reboot)/Labyrinth (Part 15)
Title: I Can Never Remember That Line: Part 15
Author: 3988akasha
Fandom: Star Trek (Reboot)/Labyrinth
Pairing: Spock/Kirk
Warning: None
Ratings: R
Spoilers: 2009 Movie & 1986 Labyrinth
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these ideas/people/stories.
Beta: alanndra
Author's Note: Written in response to the prompt from bones_2_be
I Can Never Remember That Line: Part 15
Jareth threw his arms out to help maintain balance as the ground beneath his feet trembled. His eyes scanned the room. The small goblins guarding Spock bounced around the floor, unable to maintain their footing. Spock thrashed around in his restraints. Jareth ground his teeth together. He heard the sounds of the battle going on outside the castle walls. The sounds were muted, which concerned him. He’d dispatched every goblin in the city to waylay Jim. It should be louder. Soon, the sounds of the skirmishes faded to nothing and only the heavy thumping remained. Jareth was seized by a sudden fear - maybe the goblins had killed Jim. He’d given specific orders for him to remain unharmed, but accidents did happen. The ground trembled again and the door shook on its hinges. No, Jim was alive - he knew the thumping was Jim. It had to be Jim.
When the door splintered into a million tiny pieces, Jareth threw his arm over his face, feeling the dust settle against his skin. He chuckled. It was quite an entrance. Once he was sure the deluge of wood had ceased, Jareth turned to face the intruder. He looked up, and up, and up; Jim was perched on top of the golem. Jareth allowed himself a moment to admire the self-assured smirk and cocky set of Jim’s shoulders before refocusing all of his faculties on the current situation. It was imperative that Jareth focus on the fact that Jim had just obliterated the door to his castle with his own golem, not how damn sexy he looked while doing this.
From his place on top of the machine, Jim surveyed the destruction he’d caused with a grin. He felt a bit euphoric, almost bouncy. When he’d noticed Jareth semi-cower at his entrance, he’d felt a bit of his old self seep back into his system. He wrapped confidence around himself like a blanket. He would leave this planet with Spock. Spock. Jim’s eyes zeroed in on his First Officer and his heart felt as if it would expand out of his body. The Vulcan slumped in his restraints, pain carefully hidden behind his mask of stoicism, but Jim could see it; Jim could feel it.
Jareth moved to the front of the golem and peered up at Jim.
“Welcome to my home, Jim.”
Jim’s hardened gaze turned to Jareth. For a long moment, he simply stared down at the creature who had caused him pain - who had kidnapped Spock, who had allowed him to realize his heart’s desire…who had mercilessly tortured that special individual. Jim knew he’d never be able to simply kill Jareth. There was too much between them, too much shared experience. Part of him would always be grateful to Jareth for forcing him to face his feelings for Spock, but he’d always hate Jareth for what he had forced Spock to endure. Jim allowed the anger to rise within him. He embraced it, allowing it to override every other thought in his mind and replace every other feeling. He was anger and hate.
Jim refocused his gaze on Spock, who looked at him, a single brow raised in that Spock-like way of his. Jim smiled fondly down at his First Officer and maneuvered the machine to heft the axe. Jareth, noticing Jim’s intent, moved in front of Jim - blocking Jim’s path to his Vulcan.
With a growl, Jim brought the machine’s left arm across its giant chest before sweeping it down and out - catching the side of Jareth’s face. The force of the blow tossed Jareth across the room where he landed face down, arms and legs akimbo.
Jareth out of his path, Jim had the machine heft the axe once more. He brought the giant axehead down on the chains restraining Spock. The metallic ring of metal on metal echoed in the cavernous room. Shards of metal fell to the ground, joining the remnants of the door. For a moment, Jim stared at Spock, frozen. Then, with haste driven by need, he leapt from the top of the machine.
“Humpf,” Jim groaned, the landing not a perfect ten.
Freed from his bonds, Spock took several steps closer to Jim.
“Captain, are you injured?”
Jim shook his head as he rose to his feet. He brushed the dust from his pants as he looked into Spock’s concerned eyes.
“I’m fine, Spock.”
Spock nodded his head once, but Jim knew Spock doubted the truth of his words. He could have broken every bone in his body in his less than graceful fall and still would have considered himself fine because he was with Spock. Not in a dream, not in an illusion - Spock was really with him. The presence he’d felt in his mind, the small tingle of awareness of Spock - the longing he’d felt in the dream world Jareth had created - filled his being. Every cell in his body yearned to be close to Spock. His feet moved swiftly, closing the remaining gap. He was centimeters away from Spock. Still, both stared at each other. Jim could feel the turmoil in Spock, but couldn’t identify the source. It stirred a deep need within him, a need to protect Spock.
Wanting to ease the tension in Spock’s body, Jim reached up and smoothed his hand down the side of Spock’s face. Icy tendrils of self-doubt began to wrap around his heart when Spock remained impassive under his caress. The only thing keeping Jim from complete panic was the simple fact that Spock didn’t move away. Spock’s eyes remained unreadable, but he didn’t look away. Jim’s heart began to beat faster in his chest, fear replacing his earlier joy. Maybe he was too late. He was concerned Jareth had succeeded in breaking Spock - thereby breaking Jim. Between the sexual, physical and emotional torture Jareth had subjected them to, maybe Spock was disgusted by Jim. Maybe he felt Jim had failed him. Maybe Jim believed he’d failed Spock. Shame began to meld with his fear, causing both to roll around within him. Jim felt nauseous.
Not wanting to disgust Spock with his closeness any longer, Jim began to move away. Before he’d made it more than two steps, he felt Spock’s hand tighten around his wrist.
Spock stared down at where he grasped Jim’s wrist. He didn’t remember telling his arm to prevent Jim’s movement. He simply could not allow Jim to walk away. There had been such pain in Jim’s eyes - pain Spock somehow knew he had caused. He found the concept of causing Jim pain unsupportable. Unfortunately, he was unsure how to comfort him. He allowed his eyes to meet Jim’s once more, hoping to encourage him. The look in Jim’s eyes caused the force which had been incessantly hammering against his barriers to become almost painful. He knew its source; he’d been aware of its identity for many hours. However, he still feared the repercussions of removing his shields. The force was leaking through the cracks in his barriers; he could hear the whispers of Jim Jim Jim in his mind. He pondered the possibility of Jim being aware of their bond. After their interlude in the dream-induced ball, he knew a bond had been solidified between himself and his Captain. Foolishly heeding his emotions over his logic, Spock had chosen to ignore that knowledge.
“Jim - ”
Before Spock could complete whatever explanation or statement he was going to utter, Jim pressed his lips to Spock’s. He kept the kiss light, not wanting Spock to retreat into his logic-reinforced bunker of stoicism. Jim had Spock. Jim had his lips pressed to Spock’s. He wanted nothing to interrupt this moment. Tentatively, his tongue traced the seam of Spock’s lips and his hands moved up to grasp Spock’s biceps. He felt his muscles go slack, content at the feel of Spock’s lean muscle beneath his fingertips. This was his reality.
When Spock felt Jim’s tongue gently caress his lips, the remnants of his carefully constructed barriers crumbled. In a torrent, the feelings he’d been suppressing crashed over him. He understood the reason Vulcans craved the serenity of logic. In the wake of such a tidal wave of emotion, Spock felt raw, naked. Interestingly, he found himself unafraid and unconcerned by this exposure. He felt as though he was safe - Jim had made it to the Goblin King’s castle. For the first time in his life, Spock felt comfortable with his emotions - felt they would be safe with the man currently begging entrance to his mouth. He found that upon relaxing his hold on the emotional deluge caused by one James T. Kirk, he wanted to be swept away. Spock wanted to be pulled along in the wake of the man who was a force of nature.
Jim felt the moment Spock relaxed in his soul. When Spock’s silk soft lips parted, Jim struggled to keep his knees from depositing him on the ground at Spock’s feet, where he ordinarily wouldn’t mind being, but in this case it would prohibit him from reaching Spock’s lips. Instead, Jim moved his hands up to gently hold Spock’s neck as he angled his head to deepen the kiss. He used his tongue to trace every crevice of Spock’s mouth, reveling in the feel of him, the smell of him, the taste of him. Jim poured his soul into the kiss. With each swipe of their tongues against each other, Jim apologized for the pain Spock had endured, for the distance that had existed between them, for being powerless against Jareth’s seduction. Thoughts of Jareth caused Jim to crush Spock impossibly closer to him, as if by his mere presence he could prevent any harm from ever coming near the Vulcan again. Spock must have sensed the change in his posture, because his hands moved down Jim’s arms and wrapped around his back, soothing fingers strumming up and down his spine.
Needing to breathe, Jim reluctantly broke away from Spock’s lips, forehead resting against his. Basking in the warmth of his arms, Jim felt peace settle over him. He opened his eyes and was nearly knocked over by the force of the emotion swimming in Spock’s normally expressionless eyes. He held the gaze, afraid to blink and wake up from the most amazing dream ever. Part of Jim feared the strength of the look, feared he was undeserving of such - such, no. Jim wouldn’t say it. Not first. Not this time. He would leave it unlabeled for now and simply enjoy it being directed at him. It was simpler that way.
“Jim,” Spock whispered, his voice ghosting across Jim’s skin.
“Mmm?”
“Are you sure you did not injure yourself in the fall? The distance was high.”
Jim smiled at the concern lacing Spock’s voice, his fingers gently playing with the hair at Spock’s nape. “I’m fine, Spock. Even Bones wouldn’t find anything broken.”
“If you are sure, Jim.”
“I like it when you call me Jim.”
Jim moved his hands down to Spock’s arm, forcing the Vulcan to release his hold. He gently took Spock’s hands in his own, noting the way Spock’s eyes rolled back and how his lips parted ever so slightly. With tenderness, Jim smoothed his fingers around Spock’s, examining the skin carefully.
“Spock?”
“I am uninjured, Jim.”
“Touch telepathy is cheating.”
“On the contrary, Captain, it is simply a more effective means of answering your query.”
Unable to resist, Jim smiled warmly at Spock, only a slight shake of his head showing his acceptance of the answer. He looked back down at Spock’s hands and brought the right one up closer to his eyes. Barely discernible, a fine line, no more than discolored skin, went from the tip of his thumb to the fleshy part of the hand. Jim made a face, eyes looking back up at Spock.
“I thought Vulcan’s didn’t lie.”
Spock could feel the disapproval and concern warring within Jim. He wanted to comfort him, but also knew additional fallacies would bring Jim more pain. Spock knew Jim blamed himself for the scars on his skin, for the scars on his soul. What Spock did not know was how to make Jim cease berating himself.
“The injury has healed, Jim. It appears the scar will remain. I assure you I am in no pain.”
Without breaking eye contact, Jim carefully brought Spock’s thumb to his mouth. He placed a feather-light kiss on the tip before darting his tongue out to lave the same area. Jim could see Spock’s eyes dilate, nearly entirely black. Well aware of Vulcan physiology, he knew they were well beyond Vulcan first base. Slowly, Jim licked the pale scar from the fleshy part up to the top before pulling the thumb into his mouth. Lovingly, Jim soothed it with his tongue. While the entire act was highly sexual, Jim’s main goal was to comfort Spock - arousal was a happy perk. Jim sucked gently on his thumb, moving his mouth up and down as if he could erase the event with the power of his mouth.
The depth of Jim’s emotions continued to flow over Spock. He felt himself harden painfully as Jim continued his ministrations on Spock’s sensitive thumb. At first, he thought to will away his arousal, being able to clearly discern that Jim meant to comfort him with his actions. He dismissed this when he felt the slight shift in Jim, felt the pride Jim felt at knowing he was both comforting and pleasuring him. It warmed him that Jim would be so interested in seeing to Spock’s well-being that he would place more consideration on Spock’s needs than his own. As Spock allowed the arousal to spread throughout his body, he found it most difficult to maintain eye contact. When Jim did something clever with his tongue, Spock’s eyes rolled back in his head and a low moan escaped his lips.
The sound of Spock moaning caused Jim’s toes to curl in his boots. He planned to see how many other things he could do to cause Spock to repeat that exact sound once they were back onboard the Enterprise. It was a sound he wanted to hear first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Wrapped in Spock’s arms, or Spock wrapped in his arms. Either would be fantastic.
Wanting to test what he knew, Jim changed the speed of his mouth as it moved up and down Spock’s thumb. He removed his mouth entirely, his saliva glistening against Spock’s skin and blew across the tip, causing Spock to shiver. Jim smirked. He could get used to this. He licked at the underside of Spock’s thumb as though it were a lollypop before focusing all of his attention on the tip. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked on the tip, grazing his teeth across the tender flesh of the pad.
Spock felt the tenuous control he had on his arousal completely crumble when Jim’s teeth grazed the flesh of his thumb. A keening moan rose up out of him as pure white pleasure descended upon him. His entire body shuddered with the power of his release. He had never experienced a completion that powerful. He knew there was a stain upon the front of his pants, and with Jim looking down at him, a smug little smirk on his face, Spock blushed, but with no shame. He found his pleasure mirrored Jim’s. The experience had been mutually agreeable. Later, Spock would enjoy reversing their current states. He would enjoy it greatly.
“Jim, that was quite a show,” Jareth said from the other side of the room.
Mentally, Jim called himself a hundred kinds of fool. He’d completely forgotten about Jareth. That was an epically stupid mistake to make. Jim turned, blocking Spock from Jareth. He refused to lose Spock now, not after everything they’d been through together. Not after everything.
“I’d forgotten you were here. How rude of me.”
“Tsk, tsk. Manners, Jim.”
“I’ve made it to the castle, Jareth. Spock is mine.”
“You’ve not defeated me, dear boy.”
Jim tilted his head.
“Last chance to accept my offer. Give in to me now, Jim, and all will be forgiven. Refuse, and you’ll remain on my planet as a slave instead of as consort as you deserve.”
“I will return to the Enterprise with Spock.”
Jareth shook his head. “You’ve done so well, Jim. You’ve made it further than anyone expected. Don’t be a fool.”
“My will is as strong as yours, Jareth.”
“Stop!”
“Allow me to leave with Spock.”
“I cannot allow that.”
Jim took a step toward Jareth, shaking off Spock’s attempt to stop him.
“What a pity.”
Before Jim could take a second step, the throne room began to dissolve.
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