The Value Of A Man: Side Two, chapter 1/?
I hope this will make the previous entry make more sense - now we have chapter one of both sides of this new WIP fic I'm working on with calicokat
Fandom: Star Trek
Title: The Value Of A Man: Side Two (1/?)
Authors:
dirty_smudge and calicokat
Pairings: mirror!Chekov/Sulu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non and dub con references.
Summary: There were so many things an enterprising young man could do with a ship full of hippies and a pretty face.
Notes: Side two of a XI/mirrorverse fanfic. Pavel Chekov finds himself on the USS Enterprise; a naive, peaceful mirror of the ship he knows -- and this universe is his for the taking.
Star Trek and all related properties © and TM 2009 CBS Studios Inc. and are used without permission.
Pavel Chekov could neither believe his luck nor his eyes. There was that initial moment of heart-stopping fear when Bones McCoy approached him in the hallway and asked him to take a PADD up to the bridge to Commander Spock, even as he marveled at how well-groomed and clean-shaven the doctor looked. McCoy was even in a regulation Starfleet uniform instead of his usual battered army jacket rumor said he took from his dead father after he killed him in cold blood. He accepted the PADD cautiously, used to a visit from Bones meaning a shiv pressed to his belly and his pants coming off, sooner than later, McCoy didn't have all day, Now make me hard so I can fuck you.
"When'd you start growing a beard?" Bones said, instead of attacking, to Pavel's confusion. "Don't get me wrong," the doctor assured him as Pavel only stared wide-eyed at the completely transformed CMO, who, if he didn't know him better, might have been concerned he'd hurt his feelings. "It looks better than I'd've thought," Bones went on, starting to sound uncomfortable at this point as Pavel continued to gawk.
"Th- Thank you, doctor," Pavel finally managed, beaming a smile and holding the PADD close to his chest. Bones looked at him like he'd turned blue, shook his head, and walked off, and that was when Pavel ran for his quarters, “two Enterprises” repeating over and over again in his thoughts.
First of all, he didn't recognize his quarters. He stared at the picture of himself posing happily with his drunken father and dead mother, who looked less inebriated and much less dead, respectively. He quickly sat down at the desktop monitor and began browsing the news on the subspace network, and now, now he couldn't believe his eyes. No Terran Empire. Something called the "United Federation of Planets." Starfleet as some kind of humanitarian outreach effort providing aid to the weak and the disenfranchised. Pavel, here on the Federation's flagship, perhaps the luckiest seventeen year old in history, full of ambition and dark desires and suddenly surrounded by a galaxy made weak and lax by peace and bounty. He could already taste his plans beginning to form.
There were so many things an enterprising young man could do with a ship full of hippies and a pretty face, which is why Pavel sat down and made a list first. Half an hour and many considerations later, including buzzing off his beard, for now, he left his - the other Chekov's - quarters, clutching a PADD with barely contained excitement and practically skipping down the hallways as he headed for his first target.
"You're in good spirits today," Hikaru said as Pavel burst into the training room. This version was easy to tell apart from his Master; every single scar on his face was missing, the leather flogger he often carried at his belt was likewise conspicuous in its absence, but most obvious of all, his face bore a surprised smile which matched the genuine friendliness in his eyes.
Pavel practically trembled in anticipation. Sex with this Hikaru would be... God, he'd be gentle like his Hikaru, but actually caring, and tender, and all the things he promised with his lies. Maybe he would even want Pavel to dominate him. That seemed like a daunting prospect; Pavel had never dominated anyone in his life before, but for Hikaru, he would definitely try.
"I am merely happy to see you," he said, beaming happily and taking a step forward towards Hikaru, who was looking at him questioningly but did not step back. Taking this as a positive sign, Pavel stepped forward again, finding himself close enough to Hikaru to smell the gel in his hair (not as much as he was used to; just enough to spike it up a little. This Hikaru was so cute.)
"Pavel, what are you-" Hikaru started to ask, before he was cut off by Pavel's lips pressing against his, a gentle invitation to push back harder and take control, please, and Pavel was so happy when he did that he may have moaned into the kiss, a little. Hikaru returned his moan more loudly and with greater urgency, and then he pushed Pavel against the wall and began to kiss him properly. His hands roamed all over the place but weren't invading, not taking what Hikaru thought to be his, just enjoying the feel of Pavel's body beneath his palms.
"Why haven't we ever..." Hikaru broke off mid sentence and growled breathlessly into Pavel's neck, pressing up against him like Pavel was the Holy Grail and he'd been searching for him all his life. Pavel was hard already and getting harder, so it was very, very nice to feel Hikaru's erection pressed against his.
He let Hikaru kiss him and explore his body, noticing the differences between this and his Hikaru - subtle differences like the way he kissed each part of his body before he pulled at the flesh with his teeth, and glaringly obvious differences like the way they were still, essentially, fully dressed, which was a problem Pavel was determined to rectify this instant.
He started to pull at the exercise uniform clinging tight over Hikaru's attractively still-powerful body. His Master grabbed his wrist in surprise. Pavel stopped resisting immediately out of well-honed conditioning, but Hikaru looked bewildered, breathless and a little excited instead of dangerous and reproachful.
"Whoa. We can't do this here..."
It took Pavel a moment to work out what Hikaru meant from the nervous way his eyes glanced at the doors. Hikaru loved to fuck Pavel where people had to watch what Hikaru then made them beg him very sweetly to have a turn with. Pavel loved to show how obedient he was and how happily he pleased his Master. However, this Hikaru seemed charmingly modest. It made Pavel just as happy.
Pavel covered the hand on his shoulder with his own and guided it lower down his body to rest on his abdomen, dragging it over his chest. He grinned and gave Hikaru's hand a squeeze.
"Is there somewhere nearby?"
The lieutenant stared in visible disbelief at his hand on Pavel's belly, fingers flinching. His breath grew raggedly audible before he pulled away, grabbing the hand that had sheltered his own and dragging Pavel into the nearby locker room, barking an order to the computer to notify him if anyone entered the room outside. Pavel laughed joyfully, and Hikaru laughed with him, as they began shedding clothes, leaving them flung over the benches. Pavel watched in glances while he threw his own clothes off as Sulu bared inch after inch of tanned skin and taut, fighting fit muscle.
Pavel whined when Hikaru stopped stripping just after he'd removed his boots but before he'd got to the good bit; he stood in his boxers, staring at Pavel with lust and appreciation - appreciation for his body, not what he could make it do. Hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his own boxers, Pavel made to shuck them off, but Hikaru crossed the distance between them and placed his own hands at Pavel's hips, stopping him from doing so.
"What is the matter?" Pavel asked quietly, tone teasing, but still with a trace of respect. Hikaru gazed down at him through hooded eyes, his mouth slightly open and a look of pure want on his face. It was almost enough to scare Pavel, but the kiss that followed was sweet enough to calm him, and hot enough to arouse him. When he pressed his small hands against Hikaru's back and pulled their bodies tightly together, he was achingly hard. He wanted Hikaru to know how much he wanted him; to please him with the reaction that he had caused.
Hikaru pulled back and Pavel thought he was finally going to get to see him naked and be able to compare him to his Master in this final respect, but instead Hikaru stopped to suck at Pavel's bottom lip. That felt very nice, so Pavel was inclined to forgive him, especially when Hikaru began to drop soft kisses all over his neck and shoulders, and very especially when he dropped to his knees and began to kiss his stomach, too.
"Now. Now, please, now," Pavel murmured, biting his lip and glancing down at Hikaru with his very best submissive look. Hikaru's breath caught in his throat and he breathed out against Pavel's navel as he placed his final kiss there, and then began to pull at Pavel's boxers with his teeth.
Pavel shut his eyes to enjoy the feeling of the fabric dragging across his bare skin. He whimpered a small, pathetic sound as Hikaru revealed the first centimeters of his erection. His Master usually backed off at those sounds of desire, making him wait for it until he'd remembered what it meant to really be desperate. This Hikaru indulged him, pinching his boxers with his thumbs and tugging them down his legs to let them fall.
Pavel stared in wonder and then cautiously rested a shaky hand on Hikaru's head as the lieutenant began to lay wet, adoring kisses against his cock. His vision swam when Hikaru gently took the head into his mouth and began to suckle at his flushed erection. Hikaru wanted him to enjoy himself. Hikaru wanted him to come. Most of the time when his Master made him come, it was to make Pavel show submission. Pavel's thoughts spun with the impossibility of coming in Hikaru's mouth, or being allowed to fuck his throat like he loved to fuck Pavel's.
"You have no idea how beautiful you look," he whispered into the damp air, not certain if Hikaru could hear him. His voice was tremulous as he made those words his own for the first time.
Hikaru's hands trembled as he caressed Pavel's thighs, stroking down the outside and then curving his hands around and running his thumbs up the inside. Pavel's hands gravitated towards his hair and he started running his fingers through the soft spikes before he realized what he was doing. If he touched his Master like this he'd be flipped over and spanked until there was blood and tears, but this Hikaru seemed to enjoy it judging by the way he gripped Pavel's thighs in surprise and then relaxed his grip and sighed around Pavel's cock.
The breath Pavel had been about to let out turned into a moan, and without thinking he tugged at Hikaru's hair, urging him upwards. Hikaru was reluctant to pull away from Pavel's cock, but he did so with a quick lick to the tip, and came up for a wet, messy kiss, in which Pavel took the chance to finally get him naked.
Hikaru gasped as cold air hit his cock, soon followed by Pavel's hand as he eagerly investigated the shape and thickness and the feel of silky skin sliding over the hard core. Pavel's other hand traveled around Hikaru's buttocks, pressing experimentally between his cheeks. He was pleasantly surprised to find his touch welcomed.
"Want to fuck me…?" Hikaru offered uncertainly, his eyes darting downwards in a brief display of shyness before he forced himself to meet Pavel's gaze. Pavel considered it - really considered it - because he didn't know if he was going to get the chance again and he really wanted Hikaru to be the first man he fucked, but he couldn't pass up the chance to be fucked by this sweet, loving, adorable version of his Master. He supposed there was always time for doing it the other way later.
"No," he said, feigning shyness and uncertainty, the way he guessed the Pavel Chekov from this universe would have acted. "I want... I would like to have you inside me." The need in his voice was only half-exaggerated; having Hikaru's cock inside him was the most amazing feeling, one he never took for granted. His Master had taught Pavel that fucking him was his prerogative, and that he should count himself lucky every time he was bent over a console and pounded to within an inch of his life, or shoved down into the mattress and fucked until he passed out from lack of oxygen.
Hikaru kissed him again and held him close and Pavel practically trembled with desire and anticipation. He moaned eagerly into the kiss, pushed against Hikaru's tongue and encouraged him to dominate, if even only a little, because it was no fun otherwise, really.
Hikaru met his desires, pulling him closer until Pavel could feel the strength in his limbs as their bodies pressed together. As the American's mouth bore down against his own, Pavel received him eagerly, knowing exactly when to gasp and whine to please him. All the same, he let his fingers continue to caress Hikaru's bare buttocks, enjoying the thrill of his new liberty in the safe familiarity of Hikaru's arms.
Pavel had a lot of plans, but he'd make sure Hikaru didn't get hurt - just like Hikaru had always made sure he'd been safe and well fed. Maybe he'd have to bend this sweet, kind Hikaru to serve his will, in the end, he admitted to himself, reluctantly, but it would only be for Hikaru's own safety.
Hikaru broke their kiss and glanced around the locker room, eyes lighting on the two private shower stalls for Starfleet members with nudity taboos, or aliens who emitted toxins from their skin or required a substance other than water to bathe under. Pavel usually tried to anticipate his Master's expectations, but waited until Hikaru made his decision, this time. They shared bright smiles as Hikaru steered him towards the stall, still doting on him with kisses on his cheek and shoulder as they walked side by side with Hikaru's arm around him.
Inside the stall, with the door closed behind them, Hikaru keyed up a temperature, chose H20, and punched the pad. Water sprayed from six spigots mounted in the walls. Pavel laughed as it splashed across his body, jogging four steps through the spray to spin around and press himself invitingly against the back wall with his wet curls falling over his forehead and flashing Hikaru a come-and-get-me grin.
He hit the wall hard enough to knock the breath out of him when Hikaru crossed the room in two bounding strides and flattened him against the tiles, his body warm and wet against Pavel's. Water streamed through Hikaru's hair, flattening the fluffy spikes to his face as he grinned down at Pavel. Just like his Master, this Hikaru was aware of his strength and how much he needed to use; he wasn't at all worried that he might have hurt Pavel, but not because he didn't care.
Pavel watched the muscles ripple beneath the surface of Hikaru's chest as he placed his hands on Pavel's shoulders and slowly ran them down his arms and then the sides of his torso, feeling the wet skin glide beneath his palms. He rested his hands on Pavel's hips and his gaze traveled back up Pavel's body and to his face, where water streamed around the curves of his cheekbones and dripped off his chin.
Hikaru tilted his face upwards and kissed him sweetly, but pulled away before Pavel could respond or deepen it.
"Turn around," he said gently, and Pavel's knees weakened when he realized what he meant. Slowly, and making a big show of it, he turned and placed his hands against the wall, standing an arm's length away and bracing himself against it.
The words "Be gentle," seemed to come naturally. He knew that must have been the right thing to say, because Hikaru's gasp sounded suspiciously like a stifled moan. Sweet and gentle or not, his Master seemed to have a 'vulnerable young submissive' kink in every universe.
Hikaru kissed his shoulder blades, massaging the small of his back with caring hands that gradually worked their way onto his flanks, spreading the water raining down on them across his skin. His fingers finally pushed between the cheeks of Pavel's ass. The ensign caught his breath as the water ran between his spread cheeks and Hikaru began to wash him with it.
Pavel wanted to tell him that he kept himself meticulously clean to help minimize his trips down to sick bay, where his Master always escorted him unless he was sent down on a favor. He didn't think Hikaru would understand, because his Bones McCoy seemed as kind as he was, if maybe a little confused. (He knew he'd have to visit McCoy, later, because standing unafraid in his proximity was too much of a rush. The only man more terrifying than Sawbones was Commander Spock.)
Pavel had decided he didn't mind the intimacy of Hikaru bathing him, however unnecessarily, by the time the lieutenant sunk back onto his knees, behind him. Because Hikaru couldn't see him, he grinned triumphantly at the wall when Hikaru leaned in to begin kissing his way into the cleft between his legs, his heart bursting with glee. His Master had washed him in the past but would rarely put his lips to the skin his cock so often enjoyed.
Pavel hurriedly remembered to play the virgin as Hikaru's tongue flickered against his wet skin, whimpering an aroused-but-uncertain "What are you doing?"
Hikaru didn't seem to grasp how much he hammed it up, soothing him with "Shhh" and "Just relax." Pavel had the dizzy idea that his counterpart in this universe might be that naïve. He wondered if his Master was teaching that Pavel Chekov how he expected him to behave and felt a little pang of jealousy but supposed his counterpart might just as easily already be dead. The ISS Enterprise was no ship for the innocent or the kind.
Pavel closed his eyes as Hikaru's tongue plumbed his anus. The sensitive skin stretched pleasantly as the slippery muscle pushed inside. Pavel groaned, and it wasn't hammed up at all.
His Master had rimmed him a couple of times, as a reward for catering to one or two of Bones's particularly nasty kinks, but he had always been mercilessly direct; none of this gentle exploration or hesitant teasing. This Hikaru pushed his tongue a little way inside and curled it around, skimming over all the right nerve endings but not brushing against them continuously until he came, as his impatient Master would have done. He started to thrust his tongue in and out of Pavel's asshole, excruciatingly slowly at first and not building up to any great speed. Pavel felt himself being slowly licked open, and it was a blissful, relaxing, slow build of pleasure rather than the fast ride to orgasm he was used to.
When he began to whine and push back against the tongue, trying to take it deeper, Hikaru planted his hands against Pavel's hips and held him still. Tender kisses were placed on each vertebrae of his spine, working upwards until Pavel heard Hikaru's soft breathing at the back of his neck. Every fiber of his body was tingling, eager for a proper fucking, and he could have cried at how slow this Hikaru was making it.
"Please," he murmured, head hanging and eyes drooping closed, hardly aware of anything other than the little touches to his body. He spoke mostly out of instinct, the word his Master liked to hear most dropping from his pliant lips. Strong, stable arms wrapped around him and he finally felt Hikaru's erection nudging at his ass. He let out a shaky breath, his body feeling like one giant nerve ending. "Please."
Hikaru kissed his neck, stroked down over the muscles of his chest, positioned one palm over the flat surface of Pavel's stomach and curved the other one around his hip. The kisses were still falling over his neck, shoulders and the back of his jaw, and Pavel felt thoroughly safe in his gentle grasp.
"Are you ready?" Hikaru asked, and Pavel merely hummed contentedly as the thick tip of Hikaru's cock pressed between his cheeks and slipped easily inside him. The familiar stretch as he slowly eased home was like a soothing balm on an insistent itch. Pavel groaned deep in his throat and didn't stop until he felt Hikaru's hips ease into place against the curve of his ass.
"Hikaru," he whispered into the hiss of the shower, the word shaky in the humid air. Hikaru answered his plea with a rough, familiar growl and the vibration felt like a caress that reached to the tips of his outstretched limbs. Hikaru fondly stroked his wet skin, touch gliding effortlessly. As he shifted inside him that first time Pavel enjoyed the sharp contrast of his heat with the cooling water trickling around his intrusion, alternately stimulating and calming.
Pavel had been anticipating it so long he whimpered when Hikaru finally dragged through his clinging skin and slickly drove back inside, newly wet, again. The noise spurred Hikaru to keep moving, and Pavel groaned in relief as the thrust of thick, demanding flesh became a steady, intimate massage. The ensign's fingers tightened against the shower's flat wall, fingertips digging for purchase as his head hung between his shoulders and water sprayed across his aroused skin, seeming to spread the sensations of Hikaru's fucking with it.
Hikaru began to caress Pavel's abdomen - where his dick plunged beneath - and murmured, "Is this good?" with such breathless caution and uncertainty Pavel had the sweeping urge to turn kiss him senseless and promise him how good it really was.
"Please," he implored, groaning and saccharine, "Please don't stop." It felt silly and superfluous to beg like that outside the throes of torture, but it appeared he couldn't overplay his hand. Hikaru choked a throaty gasp of arousal, fingers pressing into Pavel's hip and nails scraping his belly. He jerked against him with the slap of wet flesh - finally like a real fuck.
Now that Hikaru began to speed up, Pavel's perception of time followed suit, and the moments between thrusts were no longer stretched torturously thin. Pavel's thoughts stopped dwelling on the moment and sped up into "Oh, good, harasho yes, more, puzhalsta," and Hikaru's fingers gripping his hips and Hikaru's cock hitting his sweet spot and Hikaru's grunts from behind him as he reached his climax.
Pavel was pushed flat against the wall, his entire body pressed between the cold tiles and HIkaru's warm, firm body as he thrust into him one final time, as deeply as he could and groaned desperately into Pavel's ear as he came.
He waited for Hikaru to catch his breath, listening to the sharp pants from behind him as they evened out. Hikaru pulled out of his body, leaving him gloriously stretched, and moved back, pulling Pavel with him. His hand went straight to Pavel's cock, no messing around, and he stroked him he kissed Pavel's neck over and over, tasting him as if he couldn't get enough.
Pavel did not moan as he came, but sighed deeply, turning his face to press into the curve of Hikaru's neck and nuzzling. He pressed a kiss against Hikaru's jaw and murmured "Thank you," into his ear. Hikaru took his weight, seeming to understand the laziness that permeated his well-fucked body.
"You okay?" Hikaru asked quietly as he gathered Pavel into his arms and, to his surprise and delight, picked him up off the ground and cradled him against his chest. Pavel looked up at him and nodded, the blissful expression on his face passing well enough as innocence. He was carried back into the locker room and lowered onto a bench so that Hikaru could gather his clothes and bring them to him. The urge to insist that he wasn't a child was overruled by the novelty of being waited on by his Master.
When they'd dressed, Hikaru came to kneel by the bench that Pavel was now sitting on. Taking his face in his hands, he kissed him sweetly, and Pavel suddenly remembered that this was supposed to be their first time.
"That was- you were... incredible," he said, eyes wide and shining. "I would like to do that again, sometime. If- if that is okay with you."
Hikaru laughed and kissed him again. "Why don't you come to bed with me tonight and we can do it again as much as you want?" he asked. He clearly intended to sound confident, but Pavel knew what confidence sounded like from Hikaru Sulu, and he did not miss the uncertainty in his voice.
"I would like that very much," he said, adding a shy smile for bonus effect. If manipulating Hikaru was this easy, he would have the entire crew wrapped around his little finger in a little less than a week.
But first, it couldn't hurt to let Hikaru 'deflower' him properly. And repeatedly. With that little performance, Pavel was sure he'd earned it.
Look through the mirror
Side Two, Chapter 2
Fandom: Star Trek
Title: The Value Of A Man: Side Two (1/?)
Authors:
dirty_smudge and calicokat
Pairings: mirror!Chekov/Sulu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non and dub con references.
Summary: There were so many things an enterprising young man could do with a ship full of hippies and a pretty face.
Notes: Side two of a XI/mirrorverse fanfic. Pavel Chekov finds himself on the USS Enterprise; a naive, peaceful mirror of the ship he knows -- and this universe is his for the taking.
Star Trek and all related properties © and TM 2009 CBS Studios Inc. and are used without permission.
Pavel Chekov could neither believe his luck nor his eyes. There was that initial moment of heart-stopping fear when Bones McCoy approached him in the hallway and asked him to take a PADD up to the bridge to Commander Spock, even as he marveled at how well-groomed and clean-shaven the doctor looked. McCoy was even in a regulation Starfleet uniform instead of his usual battered army jacket rumor said he took from his dead father after he killed him in cold blood. He accepted the PADD cautiously, used to a visit from Bones meaning a shiv pressed to his belly and his pants coming off, sooner than later, McCoy didn't have all day, Now make me hard so I can fuck you.
"When'd you start growing a beard?" Bones said, instead of attacking, to Pavel's confusion. "Don't get me wrong," the doctor assured him as Pavel only stared wide-eyed at the completely transformed CMO, who, if he didn't know him better, might have been concerned he'd hurt his feelings. "It looks better than I'd've thought," Bones went on, starting to sound uncomfortable at this point as Pavel continued to gawk.
"Th- Thank you, doctor," Pavel finally managed, beaming a smile and holding the PADD close to his chest. Bones looked at him like he'd turned blue, shook his head, and walked off, and that was when Pavel ran for his quarters, “two Enterprises” repeating over and over again in his thoughts.
First of all, he didn't recognize his quarters. He stared at the picture of himself posing happily with his drunken father and dead mother, who looked less inebriated and much less dead, respectively. He quickly sat down at the desktop monitor and began browsing the news on the subspace network, and now, now he couldn't believe his eyes. No Terran Empire. Something called the "United Federation of Planets." Starfleet as some kind of humanitarian outreach effort providing aid to the weak and the disenfranchised. Pavel, here on the Federation's flagship, perhaps the luckiest seventeen year old in history, full of ambition and dark desires and suddenly surrounded by a galaxy made weak and lax by peace and bounty. He could already taste his plans beginning to form.
There were so many things an enterprising young man could do with a ship full of hippies and a pretty face, which is why Pavel sat down and made a list first. Half an hour and many considerations later, including buzzing off his beard, for now, he left his - the other Chekov's - quarters, clutching a PADD with barely contained excitement and practically skipping down the hallways as he headed for his first target.
"You're in good spirits today," Hikaru said as Pavel burst into the training room. This version was easy to tell apart from his Master; every single scar on his face was missing, the leather flogger he often carried at his belt was likewise conspicuous in its absence, but most obvious of all, his face bore a surprised smile which matched the genuine friendliness in his eyes.
Pavel practically trembled in anticipation. Sex with this Hikaru would be... God, he'd be gentle like his Hikaru, but actually caring, and tender, and all the things he promised with his lies. Maybe he would even want Pavel to dominate him. That seemed like a daunting prospect; Pavel had never dominated anyone in his life before, but for Hikaru, he would definitely try.
"I am merely happy to see you," he said, beaming happily and taking a step forward towards Hikaru, who was looking at him questioningly but did not step back. Taking this as a positive sign, Pavel stepped forward again, finding himself close enough to Hikaru to smell the gel in his hair (not as much as he was used to; just enough to spike it up a little. This Hikaru was so cute.)
"Pavel, what are you-" Hikaru started to ask, before he was cut off by Pavel's lips pressing against his, a gentle invitation to push back harder and take control, please, and Pavel was so happy when he did that he may have moaned into the kiss, a little. Hikaru returned his moan more loudly and with greater urgency, and then he pushed Pavel against the wall and began to kiss him properly. His hands roamed all over the place but weren't invading, not taking what Hikaru thought to be his, just enjoying the feel of Pavel's body beneath his palms.
"Why haven't we ever..." Hikaru broke off mid sentence and growled breathlessly into Pavel's neck, pressing up against him like Pavel was the Holy Grail and he'd been searching for him all his life. Pavel was hard already and getting harder, so it was very, very nice to feel Hikaru's erection pressed against his.
He let Hikaru kiss him and explore his body, noticing the differences between this and his Hikaru - subtle differences like the way he kissed each part of his body before he pulled at the flesh with his teeth, and glaringly obvious differences like the way they were still, essentially, fully dressed, which was a problem Pavel was determined to rectify this instant.
He started to pull at the exercise uniform clinging tight over Hikaru's attractively still-powerful body. His Master grabbed his wrist in surprise. Pavel stopped resisting immediately out of well-honed conditioning, but Hikaru looked bewildered, breathless and a little excited instead of dangerous and reproachful.
"Whoa. We can't do this here..."
It took Pavel a moment to work out what Hikaru meant from the nervous way his eyes glanced at the doors. Hikaru loved to fuck Pavel where people had to watch what Hikaru then made them beg him very sweetly to have a turn with. Pavel loved to show how obedient he was and how happily he pleased his Master. However, this Hikaru seemed charmingly modest. It made Pavel just as happy.
Pavel covered the hand on his shoulder with his own and guided it lower down his body to rest on his abdomen, dragging it over his chest. He grinned and gave Hikaru's hand a squeeze.
"Is there somewhere nearby?"
The lieutenant stared in visible disbelief at his hand on Pavel's belly, fingers flinching. His breath grew raggedly audible before he pulled away, grabbing the hand that had sheltered his own and dragging Pavel into the nearby locker room, barking an order to the computer to notify him if anyone entered the room outside. Pavel laughed joyfully, and Hikaru laughed with him, as they began shedding clothes, leaving them flung over the benches. Pavel watched in glances while he threw his own clothes off as Sulu bared inch after inch of tanned skin and taut, fighting fit muscle.
Pavel whined when Hikaru stopped stripping just after he'd removed his boots but before he'd got to the good bit; he stood in his boxers, staring at Pavel with lust and appreciation - appreciation for his body, not what he could make it do. Hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his own boxers, Pavel made to shuck them off, but Hikaru crossed the distance between them and placed his own hands at Pavel's hips, stopping him from doing so.
"What is the matter?" Pavel asked quietly, tone teasing, but still with a trace of respect. Hikaru gazed down at him through hooded eyes, his mouth slightly open and a look of pure want on his face. It was almost enough to scare Pavel, but the kiss that followed was sweet enough to calm him, and hot enough to arouse him. When he pressed his small hands against Hikaru's back and pulled their bodies tightly together, he was achingly hard. He wanted Hikaru to know how much he wanted him; to please him with the reaction that he had caused.
Hikaru pulled back and Pavel thought he was finally going to get to see him naked and be able to compare him to his Master in this final respect, but instead Hikaru stopped to suck at Pavel's bottom lip. That felt very nice, so Pavel was inclined to forgive him, especially when Hikaru began to drop soft kisses all over his neck and shoulders, and very especially when he dropped to his knees and began to kiss his stomach, too.
"Now. Now, please, now," Pavel murmured, biting his lip and glancing down at Hikaru with his very best submissive look. Hikaru's breath caught in his throat and he breathed out against Pavel's navel as he placed his final kiss there, and then began to pull at Pavel's boxers with his teeth.
Pavel shut his eyes to enjoy the feeling of the fabric dragging across his bare skin. He whimpered a small, pathetic sound as Hikaru revealed the first centimeters of his erection. His Master usually backed off at those sounds of desire, making him wait for it until he'd remembered what it meant to really be desperate. This Hikaru indulged him, pinching his boxers with his thumbs and tugging them down his legs to let them fall.
Pavel stared in wonder and then cautiously rested a shaky hand on Hikaru's head as the lieutenant began to lay wet, adoring kisses against his cock. His vision swam when Hikaru gently took the head into his mouth and began to suckle at his flushed erection. Hikaru wanted him to enjoy himself. Hikaru wanted him to come. Most of the time when his Master made him come, it was to make Pavel show submission. Pavel's thoughts spun with the impossibility of coming in Hikaru's mouth, or being allowed to fuck his throat like he loved to fuck Pavel's.
"You have no idea how beautiful you look," he whispered into the damp air, not certain if Hikaru could hear him. His voice was tremulous as he made those words his own for the first time.
Hikaru's hands trembled as he caressed Pavel's thighs, stroking down the outside and then curving his hands around and running his thumbs up the inside. Pavel's hands gravitated towards his hair and he started running his fingers through the soft spikes before he realized what he was doing. If he touched his Master like this he'd be flipped over and spanked until there was blood and tears, but this Hikaru seemed to enjoy it judging by the way he gripped Pavel's thighs in surprise and then relaxed his grip and sighed around Pavel's cock.
The breath Pavel had been about to let out turned into a moan, and without thinking he tugged at Hikaru's hair, urging him upwards. Hikaru was reluctant to pull away from Pavel's cock, but he did so with a quick lick to the tip, and came up for a wet, messy kiss, in which Pavel took the chance to finally get him naked.
Hikaru gasped as cold air hit his cock, soon followed by Pavel's hand as he eagerly investigated the shape and thickness and the feel of silky skin sliding over the hard core. Pavel's other hand traveled around Hikaru's buttocks, pressing experimentally between his cheeks. He was pleasantly surprised to find his touch welcomed.
"Want to fuck me…?" Hikaru offered uncertainly, his eyes darting downwards in a brief display of shyness before he forced himself to meet Pavel's gaze. Pavel considered it - really considered it - because he didn't know if he was going to get the chance again and he really wanted Hikaru to be the first man he fucked, but he couldn't pass up the chance to be fucked by this sweet, loving, adorable version of his Master. He supposed there was always time for doing it the other way later.
"No," he said, feigning shyness and uncertainty, the way he guessed the Pavel Chekov from this universe would have acted. "I want... I would like to have you inside me." The need in his voice was only half-exaggerated; having Hikaru's cock inside him was the most amazing feeling, one he never took for granted. His Master had taught Pavel that fucking him was his prerogative, and that he should count himself lucky every time he was bent over a console and pounded to within an inch of his life, or shoved down into the mattress and fucked until he passed out from lack of oxygen.
Hikaru kissed him again and held him close and Pavel practically trembled with desire and anticipation. He moaned eagerly into the kiss, pushed against Hikaru's tongue and encouraged him to dominate, if even only a little, because it was no fun otherwise, really.
Hikaru met his desires, pulling him closer until Pavel could feel the strength in his limbs as their bodies pressed together. As the American's mouth bore down against his own, Pavel received him eagerly, knowing exactly when to gasp and whine to please him. All the same, he let his fingers continue to caress Hikaru's bare buttocks, enjoying the thrill of his new liberty in the safe familiarity of Hikaru's arms.
Pavel had a lot of plans, but he'd make sure Hikaru didn't get hurt - just like Hikaru had always made sure he'd been safe and well fed. Maybe he'd have to bend this sweet, kind Hikaru to serve his will, in the end, he admitted to himself, reluctantly, but it would only be for Hikaru's own safety.
Hikaru broke their kiss and glanced around the locker room, eyes lighting on the two private shower stalls for Starfleet members with nudity taboos, or aliens who emitted toxins from their skin or required a substance other than water to bathe under. Pavel usually tried to anticipate his Master's expectations, but waited until Hikaru made his decision, this time. They shared bright smiles as Hikaru steered him towards the stall, still doting on him with kisses on his cheek and shoulder as they walked side by side with Hikaru's arm around him.
Inside the stall, with the door closed behind them, Hikaru keyed up a temperature, chose H20, and punched the pad. Water sprayed from six spigots mounted in the walls. Pavel laughed as it splashed across his body, jogging four steps through the spray to spin around and press himself invitingly against the back wall with his wet curls falling over his forehead and flashing Hikaru a come-and-get-me grin.
He hit the wall hard enough to knock the breath out of him when Hikaru crossed the room in two bounding strides and flattened him against the tiles, his body warm and wet against Pavel's. Water streamed through Hikaru's hair, flattening the fluffy spikes to his face as he grinned down at Pavel. Just like his Master, this Hikaru was aware of his strength and how much he needed to use; he wasn't at all worried that he might have hurt Pavel, but not because he didn't care.
Pavel watched the muscles ripple beneath the surface of Hikaru's chest as he placed his hands on Pavel's shoulders and slowly ran them down his arms and then the sides of his torso, feeling the wet skin glide beneath his palms. He rested his hands on Pavel's hips and his gaze traveled back up Pavel's body and to his face, where water streamed around the curves of his cheekbones and dripped off his chin.
Hikaru tilted his face upwards and kissed him sweetly, but pulled away before Pavel could respond or deepen it.
"Turn around," he said gently, and Pavel's knees weakened when he realized what he meant. Slowly, and making a big show of it, he turned and placed his hands against the wall, standing an arm's length away and bracing himself against it.
The words "Be gentle," seemed to come naturally. He knew that must have been the right thing to say, because Hikaru's gasp sounded suspiciously like a stifled moan. Sweet and gentle or not, his Master seemed to have a 'vulnerable young submissive' kink in every universe.
Hikaru kissed his shoulder blades, massaging the small of his back with caring hands that gradually worked their way onto his flanks, spreading the water raining down on them across his skin. His fingers finally pushed between the cheeks of Pavel's ass. The ensign caught his breath as the water ran between his spread cheeks and Hikaru began to wash him with it.
Pavel wanted to tell him that he kept himself meticulously clean to help minimize his trips down to sick bay, where his Master always escorted him unless he was sent down on a favor. He didn't think Hikaru would understand, because his Bones McCoy seemed as kind as he was, if maybe a little confused. (He knew he'd have to visit McCoy, later, because standing unafraid in his proximity was too much of a rush. The only man more terrifying than Sawbones was Commander Spock.)
Pavel had decided he didn't mind the intimacy of Hikaru bathing him, however unnecessarily, by the time the lieutenant sunk back onto his knees, behind him. Because Hikaru couldn't see him, he grinned triumphantly at the wall when Hikaru leaned in to begin kissing his way into the cleft between his legs, his heart bursting with glee. His Master had washed him in the past but would rarely put his lips to the skin his cock so often enjoyed.
Pavel hurriedly remembered to play the virgin as Hikaru's tongue flickered against his wet skin, whimpering an aroused-but-uncertain "What are you doing?"
Hikaru didn't seem to grasp how much he hammed it up, soothing him with "Shhh" and "Just relax." Pavel had the dizzy idea that his counterpart in this universe might be that naïve. He wondered if his Master was teaching that Pavel Chekov how he expected him to behave and felt a little pang of jealousy but supposed his counterpart might just as easily already be dead. The ISS Enterprise was no ship for the innocent or the kind.
Pavel closed his eyes as Hikaru's tongue plumbed his anus. The sensitive skin stretched pleasantly as the slippery muscle pushed inside. Pavel groaned, and it wasn't hammed up at all.
His Master had rimmed him a couple of times, as a reward for catering to one or two of Bones's particularly nasty kinks, but he had always been mercilessly direct; none of this gentle exploration or hesitant teasing. This Hikaru pushed his tongue a little way inside and curled it around, skimming over all the right nerve endings but not brushing against them continuously until he came, as his impatient Master would have done. He started to thrust his tongue in and out of Pavel's asshole, excruciatingly slowly at first and not building up to any great speed. Pavel felt himself being slowly licked open, and it was a blissful, relaxing, slow build of pleasure rather than the fast ride to orgasm he was used to.
When he began to whine and push back against the tongue, trying to take it deeper, Hikaru planted his hands against Pavel's hips and held him still. Tender kisses were placed on each vertebrae of his spine, working upwards until Pavel heard Hikaru's soft breathing at the back of his neck. Every fiber of his body was tingling, eager for a proper fucking, and he could have cried at how slow this Hikaru was making it.
"Please," he murmured, head hanging and eyes drooping closed, hardly aware of anything other than the little touches to his body. He spoke mostly out of instinct, the word his Master liked to hear most dropping from his pliant lips. Strong, stable arms wrapped around him and he finally felt Hikaru's erection nudging at his ass. He let out a shaky breath, his body feeling like one giant nerve ending. "Please."
Hikaru kissed his neck, stroked down over the muscles of his chest, positioned one palm over the flat surface of Pavel's stomach and curved the other one around his hip. The kisses were still falling over his neck, shoulders and the back of his jaw, and Pavel felt thoroughly safe in his gentle grasp.
"Are you ready?" Hikaru asked, and Pavel merely hummed contentedly as the thick tip of Hikaru's cock pressed between his cheeks and slipped easily inside him. The familiar stretch as he slowly eased home was like a soothing balm on an insistent itch. Pavel groaned deep in his throat and didn't stop until he felt Hikaru's hips ease into place against the curve of his ass.
"Hikaru," he whispered into the hiss of the shower, the word shaky in the humid air. Hikaru answered his plea with a rough, familiar growl and the vibration felt like a caress that reached to the tips of his outstretched limbs. Hikaru fondly stroked his wet skin, touch gliding effortlessly. As he shifted inside him that first time Pavel enjoyed the sharp contrast of his heat with the cooling water trickling around his intrusion, alternately stimulating and calming.
Pavel had been anticipating it so long he whimpered when Hikaru finally dragged through his clinging skin and slickly drove back inside, newly wet, again. The noise spurred Hikaru to keep moving, and Pavel groaned in relief as the thrust of thick, demanding flesh became a steady, intimate massage. The ensign's fingers tightened against the shower's flat wall, fingertips digging for purchase as his head hung between his shoulders and water sprayed across his aroused skin, seeming to spread the sensations of Hikaru's fucking with it.
Hikaru began to caress Pavel's abdomen - where his dick plunged beneath - and murmured, "Is this good?" with such breathless caution and uncertainty Pavel had the sweeping urge to turn kiss him senseless and promise him how good it really was.
"Please," he implored, groaning and saccharine, "Please don't stop." It felt silly and superfluous to beg like that outside the throes of torture, but it appeared he couldn't overplay his hand. Hikaru choked a throaty gasp of arousal, fingers pressing into Pavel's hip and nails scraping his belly. He jerked against him with the slap of wet flesh - finally like a real fuck.
Now that Hikaru began to speed up, Pavel's perception of time followed suit, and the moments between thrusts were no longer stretched torturously thin. Pavel's thoughts stopped dwelling on the moment and sped up into "Oh, good, harasho yes, more, puzhalsta," and Hikaru's fingers gripping his hips and Hikaru's cock hitting his sweet spot and Hikaru's grunts from behind him as he reached his climax.
Pavel was pushed flat against the wall, his entire body pressed between the cold tiles and HIkaru's warm, firm body as he thrust into him one final time, as deeply as he could and groaned desperately into Pavel's ear as he came.
He waited for Hikaru to catch his breath, listening to the sharp pants from behind him as they evened out. Hikaru pulled out of his body, leaving him gloriously stretched, and moved back, pulling Pavel with him. His hand went straight to Pavel's cock, no messing around, and he stroked him he kissed Pavel's neck over and over, tasting him as if he couldn't get enough.
Pavel did not moan as he came, but sighed deeply, turning his face to press into the curve of Hikaru's neck and nuzzling. He pressed a kiss against Hikaru's jaw and murmured "Thank you," into his ear. Hikaru took his weight, seeming to understand the laziness that permeated his well-fucked body.
"You okay?" Hikaru asked quietly as he gathered Pavel into his arms and, to his surprise and delight, picked him up off the ground and cradled him against his chest. Pavel looked up at him and nodded, the blissful expression on his face passing well enough as innocence. He was carried back into the locker room and lowered onto a bench so that Hikaru could gather his clothes and bring them to him. The urge to insist that he wasn't a child was overruled by the novelty of being waited on by his Master.
When they'd dressed, Hikaru came to kneel by the bench that Pavel was now sitting on. Taking his face in his hands, he kissed him sweetly, and Pavel suddenly remembered that this was supposed to be their first time.
"That was- you were... incredible," he said, eyes wide and shining. "I would like to do that again, sometime. If- if that is okay with you."
Hikaru laughed and kissed him again. "Why don't you come to bed with me tonight and we can do it again as much as you want?" he asked. He clearly intended to sound confident, but Pavel knew what confidence sounded like from Hikaru Sulu, and he did not miss the uncertainty in his voice.
"I would like that very much," he said, adding a shy smile for bonus effect. If manipulating Hikaru was this easy, he would have the entire crew wrapped around his little finger in a little less than a week.
But first, it couldn't hurt to let Hikaru 'deflower' him properly. And repeatedly. With that little performance, Pavel was sure he'd earned it.
Look through the mirror
Side Two, Chapter 2