First Entry in Three Years...
Because I was made to do this (and don't mind it that much...) for this: Five Acts
1. Post Traumatic Stress/Other Mental Issues Let's face it. Most characters in major shows have gone through a lot of problems. Whether it be going to hell, being nearly killed, or more, they're going to have issues. I love seeing them work through it, or even just ( Read more... )
1. Post Traumatic Stress/Other Mental Issues Let's face it. Most characters in major shows have gone through a lot of problems. Whether it be going to hell, being nearly killed, or more, they're going to have issues. I love seeing them work through it, or even just ( Read more... )
Perhaps Kirk didn't want to think too long or too hard about precisely what this man's idea of appropriateness was. He offered a smile and his thanks before they were led away, all of them being taken to a separate room. "Don't do anything stupid, Jim," McCoy warned him before they parted ways.
Kirk did nothing more than grin. "When have I ever done something stupid?" he asked.
In response, McCoy did little more than glare. That was probably answer enough.
Kirk was led along a cream-coloured hallway in the palace until they came to a blank doorway. His guides stopped at either side of the door, like they were guards instead of escorts. Kirk tried not to think too hard about whether or not he and his crew were guests or prisoners here. They were on a diplomatic mission. He could reassure himself that nobody, king or not, would try to harm them - but he had seen too often how some planets took to diplomacy and peace-keeping. It would be best to watch his back and hope that the others would do the same.
He entered the doorway and felt as if he was stepping into another level of life altogether. While the palace alone had been lavish and impressive, this took it to entirely new levels. Water features trickled along the walls and sunlight flowed in through glass in the ceilings. Every item of furniture was trimmed with gold and jewels. The floor beneath his feet seemed to be infused with sunlight itself, every step producing a new, pleasant shine.
Kirk whistled under his breath and stepped further inside, looking around himself at his surroundings. The Enterprise had taken him to all kinds of places before. This was the first time that he had felt like royalty.
He was so distracted by the gilded rooms that, for a few moments, he failed to notice that he wasn't the only one here. There, sitting on the edge of a bed so large it could have held dozens, was a man.
A boy, really.
He was smaller than Kirk, and his skin was so pale that he might never have seen the sun in his entire life. His hair formed curls on top of his head so tight that they couldn't have been natural, and his lips were a pink bow, surely enhanced by make-up. No one's mouth could naturally be that pink or inviting, Kirk was sure of it.
All that separated the teenager from complete nudity was a shimmer of translucent material draped across him like a toga. Really, it served to draw attention to all of the places Kirk shouldn't have been looking rather than offering him any modesty. Kirk had a split-second to take in the sight before him, before he caught himself and turned around rapidly.
"Am I not to your taste?" the teenager asked, his voice strained with the accent of this planet, torturing every vowel. It should sound ridiculous, yet if Kirk needed any help getting aroused that definitely did the job.
"You're great," Kirk said. More than great. The kid was a walking wet dream. "I'm not allowed to take - whatever it is you're offering. It wouldn't ethical."
He heard the sound of the teenager getting to his feet and starting to pad across the soft, plush carpet. No shoes. No socks. The boy didn't seem as if he'd ever been allowed outside in all of his short life. "Please, captain," the teenager said. "Turn around. There is no pressure for you to do anything you do not wish to. The king only wishes to make you comfortable."
That was more or less the problem. With a man like this in the room with him, Kirk ran the risk of being altogether too comfortable. "Sorry. What's your name?"
"I am Pavel Andreievich Chekov," he answered. "Call me Chekov, if you'd like."
"Chekov. Right." Kirk nodded. At least he had a name now. Somehow that made him feel a little more able to handle him. "And you're just being... what? Gifted to me?"
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"You have got to come with us when we leave," Kirk declared. Leaving the kid behind was unthinkable. He looked towards him and found Chekov watching him, his blue eyes impossibly wide and faintly amused. "You ever felt like going into space?"
Chekov's answer was a wide, hopeful grin. That was more than enough for Kirk.
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2. Eeeee. I am pleased. Very, very pleased. Though I do have to wonder what McCoy will say over that.
3. Hallways are sexy.
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2. McCoy will be grumpy about it, but will secretly want to borrow Chekov from time to time.
3. I lick hallways in my spare time.
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