Mirror of all Martial Men

[jessofthebugs]

Title: Mirror of all Martial Men
Author:
jessofthebugs 
Disclaimer: O, I have bought the mansion of a love, /But not posess'd it.
Pairing: Kirk/Mirror!Spock/Mirror!McCoy
Rating: Adult, 17+
Warnings: Sex, dub-con, mirrorverse
Type: One-shot
Word Count: 3995
Summary: While exploring a planet, Kirk gets into a bind and has to comm Spock and McCoy for help. When they arrive, they are and are not the Spock and McCoy he knows. Beta read by

simons_flower  (who provided the bunny) and cybermathwitch , posted to trek_ot3  and ksm_ot3 , archived at awfully_clever

Kirk had been trying to think of a name for the planet they'd just discovered, but nothing came to mind. It was class M, apparently the victim of some sort of apocalypse since there were a number of standing buildings, most of which were burned out or half-crumbled, but no signs of intelligent life. Radiation readings showed no evidence of nuclear war, which was a relief, and all evidence so far pointed to a long and drawn out conventional war. When it started to rain, they took shelter in a warehouse, one of the few buildings that still had a roof. "Compton, Bardoli, check the perimeter. Palamas and I will see if we can find anything interesting."

"Yes, sir," they replied, drawing phasers just in case.

"I don't know about you, Lieutenant," he chatted with Palamas as they investigated the boxes and crates, "but I could go for some dry clothes and a hot cup of coffee about now."

"Yes, sir, I agree." She took some readings from a crate, examining the writing on the side. "According to my readings, whatever happened here was recent. The material is a kind of brittle polymer, similar to one used two hundred years ago on Earth and it looks to be less than fifty years old. I'll have to take some more readings to be sure, but we may be looking at a very recent event."

Kirk scoffed at the whole scene. "Man's capacity for violence never ceases to amaze me, Lieutenant. 'Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, /In ranks and squadrons and right form of war...'"

"Sir?"

"Julius Caesar. I can see it now, men fighting and dying here 'til nothing was left but the burned out hulls of buildings and nothing to tell the story but what little they left behind." He indicated the crates and shook his head at the savage stupidity of it all.

"Yes, sir, but hopefully we can learn something from all this." The Lieutenant smiled and continued taking her readings.

"Hopefully so, Lieutenant." He patted the science officer on the shoulder and started to pace. "You stay here. I'm going to have a look around." She was pretty and if she hadn't been one of his crew, he'd take her to bed, show her a good time, make her feel good. Making the other partner come was his favorite part of sex. Each person was different, each one had different needs and he loved the challenge as much as he loved the women who challenged him. But Lieutenant Palamas was one of his crew and that meant hands-off.

"Aye, sir." Palamas had moved to the next crate, carefully examining the markings on the side and completely absorbed in her work.

The crates and boxes were stacked in a veritable labyrinth and it wasn't long before the Captain lost sight of the other three members of the away team. The rain pounded hard and loud on the metal roof, drowning out his footsteps. He came across a curious device, its meaning hidden in the alien markings. The thing consisted of a platform, painted in lime green and black stripes, enclosed in an orange half-circle alcove with what looked like a set of handholds at waist level and another approximately two and a quarter meters above the platform. The roof of the alcove looked to be damaged and wires hung down from it, dangling limply like noodles. Kirk grabbed one of the upper handholds and hoisted himself up to get a closer look, but when the thing started to hum and turn on, he found that his hand had stuck to the handhold like a magnet. "Shit." He took a deep breath and yelled for the security officers, "Compton! Bardoli! Get over here!" But the rain was too loud. "Palamas!" Again, there was no answer. He took his free hand and commed them, but there was only static. His only hope was to try to contact the Enterprise. "Kirk to Enterprise."

"Spock here."

"Spock, I need you to beam to my location. Bring Bones with you. I...need your help with something." This was beyond embarrassing. "The rest of the away team is in the building, but they can't hear me or there's interference with the comms or something. I don't know, just... hurry down here, alright?" There was some static, he assumed from the storm, but the signal was otherwise clear. Subspace interference was always worrisome, but his capable crew would be able to compensate. He had the utmost faith in them.

"Aye, sir." Kirk flipped the communicator closed and stuck it back into his pocket. The only thing to do now was wait.

There was a flash and a loud peal of thunder that seemed to break the sky. He saw them before he heard their footsteps, two men in red shirts running toward him. At first he was relieved, it was Compton and Bardoli, but there was something off about their uniforms. They wore gold sashes around their hips and Crewman Bardoli's sleeves were torn off. The mission patch wasn't right, either. Instead of the familiar abstract shape, they wore the image of a planet with a sword through it, "Crewmen, why are you out of uniform? And get me out of this thing, willya? My feet are stuck. I can't move."

"Captain?" Compton looked closely at Kirk's face and then turned to Crewman Bardoli, "Yeah, it's him alright. Whaddya think we ought to do?"

"Hmm..." Bardoli crossed his arms over his chest. "I guess there's only one thing to do. Captain, give me your hand." Kirk extended his hand to the crewman, who took it by the wrist and slammed it into the other handhold and laughed. "What an idiot! I can't believe that worked. Compton, pull the strap across his waist and comm the others." The smaller man pulled a wide black strap from the wall and secured it around the Captain's waist, leaving him facing the wall and helpless.

"Compton to security team alpha, report."

"We've secured the area. It looks like it was just the four of them," came the tinny voice from the communicator.

"Bring the others to the evaluation platform."

"Acknowledged."

A few seconds later, a dozen men in red shirts and gold sashes came, dragging the rest of the away team with them. Kirk saw them over his shoulder. "Captain!" Palamas cried out, "They're not from the Enterprise. They're not-" One of them smacked her hard across the face.

"I assure you, Captain Kirk, if that's who you are, that we are from the ISS Enterprise and this is Empire territory." Bardoli was the one who spoke, confident, but with an undertone of impatience. "Turn him around." Several men in red punched him in the gut a few times before releasing his hands from the upper handholds and then slamming his wrists back into them so that he faced forward. "These men," he indicated the men that were more familiar to the Captain, "look like Compton and I, but..." He gestured with his phaser, "I'm not really comfortable having two of me around. Whaddya think, Compton?"

"It's disconcerting, Sir."

"I agree." Bardoli aimed and fired without hesitation at their doppelgangers. They screamed and writhed in pain as their bodies vaporized from the inside out. "So, are you the Captain Kirk or are you some cheap copy? That's what I wanna know. If you are the Captain, and I kill you, we all advance in rank. If you're not the Captain and I kill you, I could be rewarded for getting rid of an impostor."

"Who are you? Why are you here? What gives you the right to kill my men?" He was practically screaming at them. "At least let the Lieutenant go. She's no threat to you."

"I don't think we can do that, sir." Bardoli approached the pretty blonde archaeologist and licked her face. She turned away in disgust, then smashed her forehead into his nose, breaking it. Even as she was smacked across the face again, she did not give them the satisfaction of her submission and she spat in Bardoli's face.

That's my girl, thought the Captain, proud of his officer.

"Feisty." Bardoli held his bleeding nose with both hands, setting the cartilage with an audible crunch. "They're more fun to break when they put up a fight. Give her ten seconds of the agonizer, just enough to make her think twice next time." One man pushed an object into her shoulder and grinned as she screamed in pain.

Kirk pulled against his restraints. "No! Let her go! Hurt me all you want, but let her go!"

"What is your purpose here? Where do you come from? Who are you, really?" Bartoli demanded.

"I am Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise. We're on a peaceful mission!" Sweat formed on his brow as he anticipated what was to come.

"Do not lie to me again, 'Captain,' or you will watch the Lieutenant die in pain. If you're the Captain, what is our mission on this planet?" Bartoli wiped the blood and spit from his face, smearing it like warpaint across his cheeks.

"I am Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise. Our mission is peaceful, we were exploring this planet in an attempt to find out what happened here." He hoped he could stall them until Spock and Bones arrived.

"You should know very well what happened here. The Haldarans wouldn't trade with the Empire and you gave the order to destroy them." Bardoli eyed the Captain like he were some alien thing, "What are you, anyway?"

"I am Captain James T. Kirk of the-"

Just then, two men in blue materialized not far from the platform. They resembled Commander Spock and Doctor McCoy, but seemed to be some kind of twisted doppelganger like Bertoli and Compton. "Crewman Bartoli, report." A bearded Spock approached, calm and cool like the one Kirk knew. McCoy looked more or less the same, but carried himself a little differently.

"We found these two sneaking around and two others that looked like Crewman Compton and myself. We killed them, sir, and decided to question this man who claims to be 'Captain Kirk'." McCoy examined him with the tricorder as he spoke, but did nothing to heal the wound. "The bitch broke my nose."

"It's no more than you deserve," McCoy snarled. "You'll live and it'll heal up ugly. Hell of a battle scar, getting your nose broken by a woman..."

Spock narrowed his eyes a little. "The security team is to beam back to the ship. You and Crewman Compton will report to the agony booth."

"But why, sir?" Compton insisted. Spock backhanded him, sending him sprawling across the hard warehouse floor.

"Prisoners are not to be executed until interrogated by a member of the senior staff." He turned to Bardoli. "Your punishment will serve to remind you of Empire regulations." They each stood at attention, pressed a fist to the chest and extended that hand in a salute that was returned in kind by the Vulcan. "Dismissed,crewmen."

"And the girl, sir?" Bartoli asked, his jaw clenched.

"Leave her," Spock replied.

Bartoli flipped open the communicator. "Security team to beam up." In seconds, the red-shirted men were gone.

McCoy began examining Lieutenant Palamas with the tricorder. "Are you injured?"

"No, Doctor." She adjusted her hair, pinning a loose strand back in place. "Thank you."

He took a hypospray from his medkit and pressed it into her neck. "Don't thank me yet." She fell to the floor, unconscious. "Readings indicate she is Lieutenant Palamas, but this one's never been pregnant. I'd like to examine the 'Captain' as well."

"Proceed, Doctor McCoy." Spock stepped aside, watching the doctor work with a critical eye.

"Alright, 'Jim,' time for your checkup. It'll only hurt a little." He used the tricorder first and raised an eyebrow at the readings. "This thing says you're Jim Kirk, but I prefer a hands-on approach to medicine, isn't that right, Spock?" McCoy set the tricorder aside and stepped into the Captain's personal space. Kirk swallowed hard and struggled against his bonds as everything he was shouted Danger.

"You have been known to implement archaic techniques, Doctor." Spock replied.

"What have you done to Palamas? What are you going to do to me? Who are you?" Kirk insisted, eyes wide in fear.

"All in good time, Jimmy, my boy, all in good time." McCoy traced a finger down the line of the Captain's jaw. "My Jim likes this. He doesn't shy from my touch like you do."

"Let us go!" Kirk's voice wavered a bit. He'd face whatever was to come in spite of his fear, but seeing the image of his best friend in this twisted copy hurt more than any physical wound he'd ever received and that was a tall order.

McCoy took the sash from his waist and tied a fat knot in the middle of it, "You want in on this, Spock? I know you like to watch, but I think we'd both have more fun if you gave me a hand here."

"Very well, Doctor, though I must remind you that while I find our 'games' with the Captain pleasing, I do not, as you say, 'have fun.'" In three precise steps, he approached a control panel attached to the platform. "If you are Captain Kirk, you will not resist when we release you." McCoy undid the strap from the Captain's waist and Spock pushed the button on the control panel. Kirk's hands and feet were free, but he resisted the urge to fight. "Do you consent to the game, Captain?"

Kirk was no idiot, especially when it came to sex. He'd had his share of kink with women and a few men from a myriad of worlds, some of his trysts wilder than others, and while this might push the limits of Jim Kirk's wide boundaries, it did not yet exceed it. Whatever this was going to be, he could take it, and playing along would either help him or kill him. He was willing to take that chance. "I consent to the game."

McCoy raised an eyebrow at this, apparently surprised. "On your knees, Jim," he ordered.

Kirk eyed the doctor suspiciously and began to kneel, "Whatever you're going to do to me-" McCoy backhanded him, splitting his lip.

"I give an order, you say 'Yes, sir.' You don't talk back to me, understand?" McCoy's accent seemed thicker now. "I ask a question and you say 'Yes, sir,' or 'No, sir.' Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir." Kirk maintained his calm, his voice low and even.

The Doctor leaned down and kissed the Captain, but there was no tenderness in it, only violence and force. "Strip. Now."

Kirk hesitated, but did so. "Yes, sir."

"If you're a good boy, we'll take care of you, but if you misbehave..." McCoy's wry smile masked something, but the Captain couldn't tell what. "I know how to hurt you, Jim. Don't make me hurt you."

Something in that last statement reminded Kirk of his own McCoy, the physician, the healer. Maybe...

"I want to watch you suck that big green dick of his. Spock? If you will..." McCoy stepped aside in a parody of politeness and gestured toward the Captain. Kirk hoped that this Vulcan was as logical as the one he knew, prayed that he'd see all of this as illogical and far too human, but then he was face to face with a pale green-tinged penis that was beginning to harden. "Suck it, Jim."

"Yes, sir." He took Spock in his mouth, letting his teeth graze over the shaft and his tongue work around the head. The few times he'd done this had been well received. In the Academy, he'd sucked off a particularly athletic young cadet who had called him a genius at giving head and Jim Kirk was nothing if not a genius. Spock made no sound and if it hadn't been for the way he was thrusting forward and fucking his mouth, Kirk would not have been able to tell when the Vulcan was about to come.

"Swallow it all, Jimmy boy." McCoy watched with his arms still crossed. "I want you to tell me how it tastes." The Captain managed to swallow most of Spock's cum, but some of it dripped down his chin and onto the floor. Kirk hadn't expected such a volume of it and nearly choked. He was relieved when the Spock withdrew, glad to rest his jaw and breathe for a moment. "Go ahead, Jim, tell me what he tastes like."

"Metallic, not salty at all, dry...sir." The "sir" was an afterthought.

"His technique is similar to that of Captain Kirk's, but..." Spock raised an eyebrow. "He does not use his teeth as much. I found it quite pleasurable, Doctor."

"Good. You're a good boy, Jim." McCoy ran his fingers through the Captain's sandy hair and, gripping it tightly, pulled his head back for another violent kiss. Kirk didn't fight it this time, instead relaxing into the kiss, opening himself to this copy of the doctor he knew. McCoy pulled back, seemingly suspicious of the Captain's tenderness, almost angry. "Hold him down, Spock."

Spock took the Captain's hands and held them behind his back as McCoy forced the knotted sash into Kirk's mouth, tying it behind his head. Spock pushed him face-first to the floor and though he tried, Kirk could not break free from the Vulcan's strong grasp. "I advise you to relax, Captain, so as not to unduly injure yourself."

"Spock's right. I don't wanna hurt you, Jim, but if you don't relax, it's gonna smart like a sonofabitch. You've been good, so I'll at least lubricate, but I suggest you stop struggling." Kirk felt two able hands on his ass, spreading him apart, and then hard flesh shoving in. He whimpered through his gag and focused on relaxing as McCoy fucked him hard. "God, Jim, you're so fucking tight. It feels good being inside you." He repositioned himself, angling his thrusts so that they would hit the Captain's prostate, and grinned as Kirk started to moan. "You like that, Jimmy boy?" Kirk nodded, even as he held his eyes closed tight. "I'm gonna come right in your tight, pretty-boy ass and when I'm done, I'll let you come, but not before, understand?" Kirk nodded again, his breath now quickened but controlled. McCoy came with a growl and when he withdrew, they flipped the Captain over onto his back.

Kirk looked into Spock's dark eyes, searching for something like compassion. "You are doing well, Captain, better than I expected."

"Come for me, Jim." McCoy began stroking Kirk's hard cock. "Come for Bones." The Captain writhed and bucked, arching his back up off of the hard floor as he spilled his seed onto McCoy's hand. "That's it, come for me. Good boy, Jim. You're a good boy." When Kirk was spent and lay limp upon the hard floor, Spock released him and took the gag from his mouth, returning the sash to the Doctor, who used it to wipe his hands clean. "Get dressed."

Kirk pulled his uniform on slowly, his body sore from the hard fucking he'd just been subjected to. "Permission to speak, sir?"

"Since you asked so nice, go ahead." McCoy crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. He was so like Bones. Even with this façade of cruelty, there was compassion just beneath the surface. "Besides, the game is over. You're the Captain." He offered a lazy salute, fist to the chest and hand extended upward.

"You knew I wasn't your Captain." Kirk pulled his boots on and looked directly at McCoy.

"My Jim would never have consented. I'd play the game anyway, but he always refused the first time. Even when he did say yes, it was with fear." McCoy knitted his brow the same way the other McCoy always did when something was bothering him.

"And you, Spock?" Kirk asked.

"The differences between you and your counterpart are readily apparent. You are less savage, less... human than our Captain."

"I'll take that as a compliment." He flashed one of his patented lopsided Kirk grins and then considered these two men, like but unlike the Spock and McCoy he knew. "Why didn't you just kill us? You had nothing to gain from sparing our lives."

"On the contrary, Captain," Spock explained, "the experience was valuable in and of itself. Though you are not the Captain Kirk of our universe, you are, in essence, still James T. Kirk. We gained a great deal of valuable information in regards to your character and personality."

"Dammit, Spock, don't tell me you don't feel something for him, because it's a damned lie!" McCoy threw his hands up in frustration.

"I do not lie, Doctor," Spock replied, his tone unchanging.

"You showed me compassion, and kept Lieutenant Palamas from being harmed. That tells me something about you. Your universe, what I assume to be a parallel reality, may be savage, cruel, but the essences of Leonard McCoy and Spock, son of Sarek, are the same." If he was right, he could make a difference, a real difference in the universe.

"A doctor can hurt a man in unspeakable ways and it pains me to do so every time. I'm a doctor, not a goddamn inquisitor." McCoy sighed, frustrated. "But people fear me and that fear keeps me safe. Frankly, I'm tired of it. Just for a minute there, I could almost imagine..."

"What? What could you imagine?" Kirk insisted.

"...that you could love me back." McCoy raked his fingers through his dark brown hair.

"I could," Kirk admitted. "And that means the other me could as well. Bones," He finally saw his McCoy in this other. He was there, the compassionate healer, the consummate physician. "Use that. Use your capacity for love and compassion to change things in your reality. And you, Spock--" the Vulcan raised his eyebrow "--if you are the logical man I know, you'll use that logic to make a difference."

"Scott to Commander Spock."

Spock flipped open his communicator, "Spock here."

"We've been having some ion interference, but we've fixed the problem and can beam you up whenever you're ready." The static was minimal, but still audible over Scotty's voice.

"Acknowledged."

"And the Captain?"

Spock looked deep into Kirk's eyes, "I will explain later. Spock out." He snapped the communicator shut.

"You can change things, the two of you," Kirk persisted in this. If he could make a crack in those masks of cruelty, he'd do it. If he could change things for the better, he'd try. He was James T. Kirk and there was no such thing as a no-win situation. "Just think about what I've said."

"The Lieutenant should wake up in an hour." McCoy checked her vitals and put his equipment away.

Spock stood next to McCoy. "I shall take your words into consideration, Captain." He flipped open his communicator and adjusted the frequency. "Two to beam up."

They beamed away and there was a slight shift in the pattern as a different Spock and McCoy materialized where the others had been. McCoy went to Lieutenant Palamas' side and scanned her with a tricorder. "She's knocked out, but she'll be fine. Jim, are you alright? You look like hell."

"I'll be fine." Kirk dismissed the Doctor, "I'm just ready to get back to the Enterprise."

"I apologize for our delay in answering your comm, Captain," Spock explained, "but there was considerable ionic interference due to the storm."

"It's alright, Spock, you're here now." He smiled and patted his first officer on the arm.

"Compton and Bardoli?" McCoy asked.

"Dead. I'll explain when we get back to the ship." Kirk flipped open his communicator. "Kirk to Enterprise."

"Enterprise here," Scotty answered the comm, his brogue clear even over the considerable static.

"Four to beam up."