Shame
Title: Shame
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Characters: Chekov, Uhura, Chekov/Uhura (dub-con for both sides) and Uhura/Spock
Word Count: 912
Warnings: Contains dub-con (possibly non-con) and sex with a minor.
Note: Written for the stxi kink meme. The prompt was: The crew is on a mission and the locals decide to lock them all up together and sacrifice a virgin. Chekov is the only virgin of the group so they have until sunrise to deflower him and keep him safe. There is a willing volunteer (identity up to the author) but since they are in one big cell, everyone is going to hear...
Shame
“It's okay,” she says. He feels her brush the hair away from his forehead, very softly. It's a kind thing, but he wishes she wouldn't. It would be easier if she weren't so nice about it.
Pavel nods his head and opens his eyes. Uhura puts a hand on his chest and pushes him down until he's lying on his back, ignoring it when he flinches at the contact.
“This might work better if I were - ah, on top,” she whispers.
In the opposite corner, Kirk hits the stone wall so hard that Pavel hears one of his fingers pop.
“Steady, Jim,” McCoy says. “Don't want them coming down to check on us.”
Neither of them turn around.
Pavel stares at them for a moment, wishing they would say something - anything - and stop this, figure out some other way to get them out alive.
Sulu rests his head on his knees and covers his ears with his hands.
Pavel turns his head back and swallows. “All right.”
Uhura looms over him as she helps him slide his pants and underwear down to his knees, then takes her own panties off from under her dress. She takes a quick look at him, drawing her eyes back to his face in surprise.
Pavel shuts his eyes and wants to cry. “I'm sorry,” he mutters. His fingers grab onto the bottom of his shirt. “I-I can't-”
“It's okay,” she says again. She reaches down and grabs his dick. Her hand is cold.
Pavel keeps his eyes shut and tries to imagine it's Sasha Preminin from the university, or Ensign Short from the AstroLab, as he has a thousand times before when it's just him in his bunk. But the hands are too long and too slim and too soft, and he knows them too well - knows them from when Lieutenant Uhura taught him how to waltz to impress Cadet Preminin, from how she pats him on the back ever time she comes on shift and passes his chair to get to her station, from the time she ruffled his hair and told him that, if she'd had a little brother, she would have liked him to be like Pavel.
“I'm sorry,” he says again, and it comes out broken. He opens his eyes, and she looks back with something like pity.
“It's okay.” She moves her hand up to his stomach momentarily, tracing his belly button through his shirt with her thumb. “Maybe if I- it might help if I would...maybe...”
“It is all right, Nyota.” Spock hasn't moved an inch from his spot next to Kirk, but his voice echoes through the small room.
Uhura nods and looks at Pavel as if asking for permission. He closes his eyes and flings his arm over them, then nods.
Uhura takes a deep breath and moves down. Pavel feels her breathe on him for a moment before she starts tonging his cock. She works him over before taking him in her mouth, and it's not long before Pavel finds his hips bucking upwards.
“I'm sorry,” he whispers. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry.”
It feels so cold when she moves away, and he finds himself aching for her touch again and hating himself for it.
“It's okay,” she says when she moves on top of him, her face too close, too close to his, one hand on his cock to guide her. “It's okay.”
He whimpers when she slides onto him. It feels - good.
He hears someone curse in the opposite corner.
“Shh,” she whispers, breathing on his neck. “They'll hear.”
Pavel nods and scrabbles with his fingers at the dirt floor as Uhura starts moving. It's hard - so hard - to keep quiet.
Uhura is favoring one of her legs, he notices. She must have hurt herself when they tried to escape earlier. Pavel brings up his hands and puts them, hesitantly, on her hips without thinking.
Uhura closes her eyes and whimpers. Pavel puts down his hands and imagines he didn't see her mouth Spock's name. His eyes are burning.
It takes about three minutes before he comes, shaking and gasping. Uhura doesn't. She stops moving when he does, then calmly sits up, shuffles away from him, and puts her underwear back on.
Pavel slips his pants back up and wants to throw up. He doesn't realize he's crying until he starts to hiccup.
Not half a minute later, the grate in the roof of the cell clangs open, and someone throws down some blankets and a canteen. Uhura grabs a blanket and walks over to Spock, who holds his arms out for her as she sits next to him.
Pavel backs into the corner and sits with his back against the wall, his head on his knees. He doesn't look up when McCoy walks over and wraps a blanket around him, though McCoy's rough and efficient about it, thank god.
Somewhere in the dark of the cell, Uhura takes a ragged breath.
“I'm sorry,” Pavel tells her. He doesn't raise his head to see if she looks at him.
“It's okay,” she says. He hears the rustle of the blanket as she snuggles closer to Spock, the soft, pained gasp she lets out when Spock strokes her hair.
Pavel hides himself in his corner and wishes he were dead.
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Characters: Chekov, Uhura, Chekov/Uhura (dub-con for both sides) and Uhura/Spock
Word Count: 912
Warnings: Contains dub-con (possibly non-con) and sex with a minor.
Note: Written for the stxi kink meme. The prompt was: The crew is on a mission and the locals decide to lock them all up together and sacrifice a virgin. Chekov is the only virgin of the group so they have until sunrise to deflower him and keep him safe. There is a willing volunteer (identity up to the author) but since they are in one big cell, everyone is going to hear...
Shame
“It's okay,” she says. He feels her brush the hair away from his forehead, very softly. It's a kind thing, but he wishes she wouldn't. It would be easier if she weren't so nice about it.
Pavel nods his head and opens his eyes. Uhura puts a hand on his chest and pushes him down until he's lying on his back, ignoring it when he flinches at the contact.
“This might work better if I were - ah, on top,” she whispers.
In the opposite corner, Kirk hits the stone wall so hard that Pavel hears one of his fingers pop.
“Steady, Jim,” McCoy says. “Don't want them coming down to check on us.”
Neither of them turn around.
Pavel stares at them for a moment, wishing they would say something - anything - and stop this, figure out some other way to get them out alive.
Sulu rests his head on his knees and covers his ears with his hands.
Pavel turns his head back and swallows. “All right.”
Uhura looms over him as she helps him slide his pants and underwear down to his knees, then takes her own panties off from under her dress. She takes a quick look at him, drawing her eyes back to his face in surprise.
Pavel shuts his eyes and wants to cry. “I'm sorry,” he mutters. His fingers grab onto the bottom of his shirt. “I-I can't-”
“It's okay,” she says again. She reaches down and grabs his dick. Her hand is cold.
Pavel keeps his eyes shut and tries to imagine it's Sasha Preminin from the university, or Ensign Short from the AstroLab, as he has a thousand times before when it's just him in his bunk. But the hands are too long and too slim and too soft, and he knows them too well - knows them from when Lieutenant Uhura taught him how to waltz to impress Cadet Preminin, from how she pats him on the back ever time she comes on shift and passes his chair to get to her station, from the time she ruffled his hair and told him that, if she'd had a little brother, she would have liked him to be like Pavel.
“I'm sorry,” he says again, and it comes out broken. He opens his eyes, and she looks back with something like pity.
“It's okay.” She moves her hand up to his stomach momentarily, tracing his belly button through his shirt with her thumb. “Maybe if I- it might help if I would...maybe...”
“It is all right, Nyota.” Spock hasn't moved an inch from his spot next to Kirk, but his voice echoes through the small room.
Uhura nods and looks at Pavel as if asking for permission. He closes his eyes and flings his arm over them, then nods.
Uhura takes a deep breath and moves down. Pavel feels her breathe on him for a moment before she starts tonging his cock. She works him over before taking him in her mouth, and it's not long before Pavel finds his hips bucking upwards.
“I'm sorry,” he whispers. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry.”
It feels so cold when she moves away, and he finds himself aching for her touch again and hating himself for it.
“It's okay,” she says when she moves on top of him, her face too close, too close to his, one hand on his cock to guide her. “It's okay.”
He whimpers when she slides onto him. It feels - good.
He hears someone curse in the opposite corner.
“Shh,” she whispers, breathing on his neck. “They'll hear.”
Pavel nods and scrabbles with his fingers at the dirt floor as Uhura starts moving. It's hard - so hard - to keep quiet.
Uhura is favoring one of her legs, he notices. She must have hurt herself when they tried to escape earlier. Pavel brings up his hands and puts them, hesitantly, on her hips without thinking.
Uhura closes her eyes and whimpers. Pavel puts down his hands and imagines he didn't see her mouth Spock's name. His eyes are burning.
It takes about three minutes before he comes, shaking and gasping. Uhura doesn't. She stops moving when he does, then calmly sits up, shuffles away from him, and puts her underwear back on.
Pavel slips his pants back up and wants to throw up. He doesn't realize he's crying until he starts to hiccup.
Not half a minute later, the grate in the roof of the cell clangs open, and someone throws down some blankets and a canteen. Uhura grabs a blanket and walks over to Spock, who holds his arms out for her as she sits next to him.
Pavel backs into the corner and sits with his back against the wall, his head on his knees. He doesn't look up when McCoy walks over and wraps a blanket around him, though McCoy's rough and efficient about it, thank god.
Somewhere in the dark of the cell, Uhura takes a ragged breath.
“I'm sorry,” Pavel tells her. He doesn't raise his head to see if she looks at him.
“It's okay,” she says. He hears the rustle of the blanket as she snuggles closer to Spock, the soft, pained gasp she lets out when Spock strokes her hair.
Pavel hides himself in his corner and wishes he were dead.