Fanfic: Not So Unexpected (1/3)
Title: Not So Unexpected (1/3)
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing: Kirk/Spock pre-slash
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Spanking/Discipline
Disclaimer: I'm just playing in Paramount's universe. I don't own the boys and make no money from them.
Summery: “The grip was firm around his wrist, unyielding yet familiar.”
Part 1
The grip was firm around his wrist, unyielding yet familiar. A loop of searing hot flesh and bone that demanded his absolute attention. Jim stilled instantly, and tried to swallow past the phantom hold around his neck.
“You will do exactly as I tell you.” Came the cool impeccably calm voice.
Biting his lower lip in a way that could only be described as nervous. 'Damn it!' Jim gave the only response he thought appropriate.
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“He got away from you?” McCoy stared at the Vulcan first officer in disbelief. “How in the hell did he manage that, you had him cornered?” Spock let his gaze drop slightly and refused to meet McCoy's eyes. The doctor was shocked to find that he internally registered this look as Spock's, I'm embarrassed despite not having emotions look. When had he started reading this green blooded pointy eared bastard so well.
“His approach to distraction was... unexpected.” The doctor would have bet his entire stock of illicit alcohol there and then, that he saw a brief, yet oh so satisfying green tinge flit across the Vulcan's cheeks. 'No emotions my ass.'
McCoy couldn't stop a grin from gracing his features as he registered Spock's not so well hidden discomfort. “OK then, lets here it.” Leaning casually up against the bulk head he pinned Spock with is best, you are going to spill everything to me whether you want to or not look. “How exactly did an emotional human manage to addle your cool logical brain and escape?”
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Diving forward Jim did the one thing that he new he could do best, the one thing that had gotten him out of enough tight spots. Without giving his friend time to register what was happening, he locked his lips firmly around the Vulcan's wrist and … sucked. Jim barely registered Spock's eyes widening at his attack, as his main focus was on the hand around his wrist and how it briefly, oh so briefly loosened, giving him enough space to yank free. Without daring to look back Jim fled, desperate to put distance between himself and his shadow.
**
“He bit you!” McCoy's tone was incredulous yet laced with amusement.
“He did.” Spock once again looked about as uncomfortable as any Vulcan could.
“Well come on and show me the damage.” McCoy straightened and made his way over to his medical kit. “Take a seat.” Spock eyed the med bed with a sharply raised eyebrow. “Come now man I'm not going to demand a full physical, no need to be scared.” Spock was about to protest that statement, but McCoy cut him off before he could get going on his response. “Yes, I know you don't feel fear, fear is an emotion and we wouldn't want any of those pesky things would we.” All the doctor got in response was an increase in eyebrow altitude. It always amazed him how high those things could go. He was certain one day they were going to leap right of of his brow in protest of excessive exercise.
Holding the arm before him with a clinical attitude that most of his patients found some what brisk, and yet, the Vulcan before him probably found logically officiant, McCoy inspected the wound. “Well he didn't break the skin, but you are going to develop one hell of a nice bruise. Would you like me to heal it?”
“That will not be necessary, thank you doctor.” McCoy raised his own eyebrow at that but didn't question Spock, the mark was superficial and would heal just fine without his intervention.
“So tell me, what was so unexpected about his response, we both know Jim's good in a fight when his backs to the wall?” McCoy watched Spock carefully in an attempt to work out why his colleague… damn it... friend still appeared to be embarrassed.
“He bit me.”
“And?”
Spock's back stiffened ever so slightly signalling the universal Vulcan sign of irritation. “A thrown fist would have been expected, a kick also expected. For him to...”
McCoy responded with his own brand of cool and calm, kept his eyes pinned on the Vulcan before him and didn't utter a single word. McCoy would attest later that there was a perceptible crack as that Vulcan spine was pulled even straighter.
“I do not believe his intention was to hurt me, rather to...”
McCoy could stand Spock's stalling no longer. “For crying out loud man spit it out!”
“His aim was a physical response.”
McCoy looked at Spock with exasperation written across his face. “Well of course! His aim was to get you to let go of him.” All at once the rod that had been holding the Vulcan upright appeared to snap, and his shoulders slumped dramatically. There was something he was missing, the doctor was sure of it. And then, understanding suddenly dawned. The pulse point in a Vulcan's wrist was rumoured to be highly sensitive. McCoy couldn't stop the bark of laughter that burst forth from him, causing Spock to look at him sharply. “I think...” McCoy fought to calm himself. “I think that it would be more accurate to say that our devious captain was aiming for a, specific physical response Mr Spock.”
McCoy all at once found him self standing toe to toe with what he could only, in all honestly, describe as an 'angry' Vulcan.
“Indeed.”
One word but delivered with such depth and clarity it sent chills up McCoy's spine. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds the Vulcan spun on his heals and exited the sick bay, and McCoy let out the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. Shaking his head ruefully he thought to himself 'Run away Jim, run as fast as you can.'
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End of Part 1
Part 2 jillfox22.livejournal.com/24491.html#cutid1
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