Fanfic: Not So Unexpected (3/3)
Title: Not So Unexpected (3/3)
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
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: “Care to join me?”
Part 3
'When exactly had his ship been turned into a spinning top.' He put his hands out to brace himself and his palms came into contact with something... soft...'What is that?..oh..oh no, carpet. That can't be good.'
Jim put his hands on Spock's leg and tried to push off, but it was no use. The Vulcan was far stronger than he was.
“Spock please don't do this. It's not necessary really. I don't feel guilty at all, in fact I feel great. Everything has been sorted out and no ones killing each other any more. There was even a wedding. How much more of a happy ending could you ask for.” Jim tried to twist around and make eye contact with is captor.
“Spock?”
…
“SPOCK!”
Jim hated this. The calm before the storm. No arguing when the other person refuses to respond, no fight, just patience. Spock made him except this by just giving him time to think. 'This isn't fair. Lulling me into a false sense of security, using emotion to fool me. He cheated!' He tried once more to twist out from under the hands that were holding him, but it was of no use. Sighing he let his head hang low. 'God I feel tired. Today's been too long.' “That's the only way you tricked me you know, because I'm tired.” He hit out at the floor in frustration. 'Who knew flirting could get you into this much trouble, its harmless really, its supposed to be fun...its not supposed to...no, everything ended well, he hadn't almost...' His last reserve of energy, all at once, decided to mutiny, leaving his body relaxed and pliant, all fight had left him.
“I'm… sorry.” His voice was so quite he was unsure whether Spock would hear him.
“You are forgiven Captain. Now you must forgive yourself.” 'Damned Vulcan ears!'
Jim felt a hand that had been holding him down shift and he tensed slightly in response. He wasn't left to wait long for its return. A sharp crack sounded as Vulcan hand met human flesh and Jim couldn't suppress the yelp of surprise that was forced from him. 'Hell he'd forgotten how much this hurt.' One smack was swiftly followed by another, then another, until the hand swung with an almost metronome efficiency. 'Stupid Vulcan! Even spanks logically.'
Jim was monumentally grateful for soundproof bulk heads, for he was unable to halt the yelps and cries that were driven from him. If he applied Vulcan logic to this situation then he should in practice be able to get through it without so much as a whimper, after all, he had suffered much more serious injuries without this much fuss. There was just something about this whole process that got under his skin. This feeling of helplessness that Spock cultivated in him. Not created solely by the Vulcan's superior strength, but by his insistence at the beginning of these sessions to share Jim's mind, and have him admit to himself that he was hurting.
The burning sting was building swiftly now. 'Was there anything this Vulcan wasn't an expert at!' Jim's legs kicked out, his feet drummed on the floor trying desperately to find purchase to escape.
“Please...please st.t..op.” As hard as he tried Jim couldn't keep his voice from cracking.
“Spock please.”
The only response Jim got to his pleads was a short respite in which he felt Spock's legs shift slightly, almost tipping him off his lap.
“No!..Fuck..no please.” Jim through a hand back to try and stop what he knew was coming.
“Remove your hand. Having it pinned to your back will prove most uncomfortable.”
'Did he just hear that right!' Unable to hold back a choked laugh Jim tried to look up. “My arm would be uncomfortable...my arm...are you insane, do you think I can feel anything other than my...Ow!” A sharp smack to his thigh interrupted his outburst.
“Your choice Captain. I suggest you make it quickly.”
Gulping back the sarcastic comment that he craved to voice, Jim reluctantly brought his hand back to the floor. In response he felt the arm encircling his waist tighten slightly and he braced himself for a renewed attack.
Now the tops of Jim's thighs were receiving there equal share of attention. As the pain increased, so did the tension in Jim's body. His muscles went rigid, his whole body stilling. Time appeared to slow, and sound and sensation were drowned out by the heat consuming him.
'CRACK'
All at once the damn burst, exhausted and with no more energy left to fight Jim gave into the tears that so desperately wanted to flow. Great heaving sobs were wrung from him making it hard for him to breath. His only relief was that the spanking had been halted.
Jim' s body shook as long suppressed emotions let themselves known. Jim felt as though he might fly apart at any moment, the only thing anchoring him was the steady pressure of a hand on his back. He tried desperately to fight the tears, to calm his breathing, but all he achieved were hitched gasping breaths that tore at his throat.
“Don't fight it Captain.” A command delivered with calm resolve. 'Oh that voice. He needed that voice right now.' “Please Spock, speak to me...please.”
“You must allow these emotions to be released Captain, it is not healthy for you to hold onto them. Your actions during this mission although unfortunate did not lead to a negative outcome.”
“They...they might have..done.” Jim gasped.
“Correct. An undesired result may have occurred, but it did not.”
The rhythm of Spock's now circling hand on his back helped to calm him slightly, giving him confidence to respond. “Why...why didn't I see what was happening? I know better than that, I'm smarter than that.” Although tears were still making themselves known Jim had managed to finally regulate his breathing.
“You made an error in judgement Captain, it will happen again so may I suggest that you get used to idea.” Before Jim could voice his protest at this comment Spock continued. “Everyone makes mistakes, even I, you on the other hand have worked yourself to the brink of exhaustion this past month in an effort not to ever make one. It is futile to attempt a goal that cannot be attained. To strive for the impossible is unhealthy and unwise.”
Jim twisted slightly in order to look up at his friend. “Don't you mean it's illogical.” Jim was treated to the sight of a climbing eyebrow.
“Indeed.”
With no warning given. 'Which was the only reason why he squeaked, really.' Jim found himself hauled up and positioned face down on his bunk and a cooling sheet drawn over him. Looking up Jim fought to keep his eyes open as what felt like a years worth of repressed sleep tried to take over him.
Smiling Jim offered. “Care to join me?” The response he received was unexpected, as he could have sworn the Vulcan before him rolled his eyes.
“Spock did you just roll your eyes at me?” Once again he was rewarded with a raised eyebrow. This man really could say anything he wanted to without uttering a word. “You did, you just rolled your eyes at me. No emotions my ass. I drive you crazy and...” Jim was lucky, the onset of exhaustion hadn't completely clouded his brain and he cut himself off quickly. Spock's eyebrow looked precariously close to going where no eyebrow had gone before.
“May I suggest Captain that in your current position the logical course of action would be to remain silent.”Jim ducked his head at the subtle rebuke, but not before catching a glimpse of the slightly quirked lips that indicted that Spock was amused at his antics. “Sleep is your best option. Anything else... would prove most uncomfortable.” Jim smiled at that but wisely kept his mouth shut.
Spock turned as if to leave but Jim couldn't resist one more question.
“Spock? When I sucked on your wrist, were your eyes widening the only physical response I got, or did you wish I was sucking on something else?”
With a slow grace that only a Vulcan could possess Spock turned to look at his Captain. His eyes were dark and his skin slightly flushed. Jim licked his lips nervously but refused to back down. With a tone pitched much lower than Jim had ever heard it Spock made his reply.
“Sleep. Now.”
Jim grinned but decided not to push his luck, ...for now.
“Yes Spock.”
**
The End
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
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: “Care to join me?”
Part 3
'When exactly had his ship been turned into a spinning top.' He put his hands out to brace himself and his palms came into contact with something... soft...'What is that?..oh..oh no, carpet. That can't be good.'
Jim put his hands on Spock's leg and tried to push off, but it was no use. The Vulcan was far stronger than he was.
“Spock please don't do this. It's not necessary really. I don't feel guilty at all, in fact I feel great. Everything has been sorted out and no ones killing each other any more. There was even a wedding. How much more of a happy ending could you ask for.” Jim tried to twist around and make eye contact with is captor.
“Spock?”
…
“SPOCK!”
Jim hated this. The calm before the storm. No arguing when the other person refuses to respond, no fight, just patience. Spock made him except this by just giving him time to think. 'This isn't fair. Lulling me into a false sense of security, using emotion to fool me. He cheated!' He tried once more to twist out from under the hands that were holding him, but it was of no use. Sighing he let his head hang low. 'God I feel tired. Today's been too long.' “That's the only way you tricked me you know, because I'm tired.” He hit out at the floor in frustration. 'Who knew flirting could get you into this much trouble, its harmless really, its supposed to be fun...its not supposed to...no, everything ended well, he hadn't almost...' His last reserve of energy, all at once, decided to mutiny, leaving his body relaxed and pliant, all fight had left him.
“I'm… sorry.” His voice was so quite he was unsure whether Spock would hear him.
“You are forgiven Captain. Now you must forgive yourself.” 'Damned Vulcan ears!'
Jim felt a hand that had been holding him down shift and he tensed slightly in response. He wasn't left to wait long for its return. A sharp crack sounded as Vulcan hand met human flesh and Jim couldn't suppress the yelp of surprise that was forced from him. 'Hell he'd forgotten how much this hurt.' One smack was swiftly followed by another, then another, until the hand swung with an almost metronome efficiency. 'Stupid Vulcan! Even spanks logically.'
Jim was monumentally grateful for soundproof bulk heads, for he was unable to halt the yelps and cries that were driven from him. If he applied Vulcan logic to this situation then he should in practice be able to get through it without so much as a whimper, after all, he had suffered much more serious injuries without this much fuss. There was just something about this whole process that got under his skin. This feeling of helplessness that Spock cultivated in him. Not created solely by the Vulcan's superior strength, but by his insistence at the beginning of these sessions to share Jim's mind, and have him admit to himself that he was hurting.
The burning sting was building swiftly now. 'Was there anything this Vulcan wasn't an expert at!' Jim's legs kicked out, his feet drummed on the floor trying desperately to find purchase to escape.
“Please...please st.t..op.” As hard as he tried Jim couldn't keep his voice from cracking.
“Spock please.”
The only response Jim got to his pleads was a short respite in which he felt Spock's legs shift slightly, almost tipping him off his lap.
“No!..Fuck..no please.” Jim through a hand back to try and stop what he knew was coming.
“Remove your hand. Having it pinned to your back will prove most uncomfortable.”
'Did he just hear that right!' Unable to hold back a choked laugh Jim tried to look up. “My arm would be uncomfortable...my arm...are you insane, do you think I can feel anything other than my...Ow!” A sharp smack to his thigh interrupted his outburst.
“Your choice Captain. I suggest you make it quickly.”
Gulping back the sarcastic comment that he craved to voice, Jim reluctantly brought his hand back to the floor. In response he felt the arm encircling his waist tighten slightly and he braced himself for a renewed attack.
Now the tops of Jim's thighs were receiving there equal share of attention. As the pain increased, so did the tension in Jim's body. His muscles went rigid, his whole body stilling. Time appeared to slow, and sound and sensation were drowned out by the heat consuming him.
'CRACK'
All at once the damn burst, exhausted and with no more energy left to fight Jim gave into the tears that so desperately wanted to flow. Great heaving sobs were wrung from him making it hard for him to breath. His only relief was that the spanking had been halted.
Jim' s body shook as long suppressed emotions let themselves known. Jim felt as though he might fly apart at any moment, the only thing anchoring him was the steady pressure of a hand on his back. He tried desperately to fight the tears, to calm his breathing, but all he achieved were hitched gasping breaths that tore at his throat.
“Don't fight it Captain.” A command delivered with calm resolve. 'Oh that voice. He needed that voice right now.' “Please Spock, speak to me...please.”
“You must allow these emotions to be released Captain, it is not healthy for you to hold onto them. Your actions during this mission although unfortunate did not lead to a negative outcome.”
“They...they might have..done.” Jim gasped.
“Correct. An undesired result may have occurred, but it did not.”
The rhythm of Spock's now circling hand on his back helped to calm him slightly, giving him confidence to respond. “Why...why didn't I see what was happening? I know better than that, I'm smarter than that.” Although tears were still making themselves known Jim had managed to finally regulate his breathing.
“You made an error in judgement Captain, it will happen again so may I suggest that you get used to idea.” Before Jim could voice his protest at this comment Spock continued. “Everyone makes mistakes, even I, you on the other hand have worked yourself to the brink of exhaustion this past month in an effort not to ever make one. It is futile to attempt a goal that cannot be attained. To strive for the impossible is unhealthy and unwise.”
Jim twisted slightly in order to look up at his friend. “Don't you mean it's illogical.” Jim was treated to the sight of a climbing eyebrow.
“Indeed.”
With no warning given. 'Which was the only reason why he squeaked, really.' Jim found himself hauled up and positioned face down on his bunk and a cooling sheet drawn over him. Looking up Jim fought to keep his eyes open as what felt like a years worth of repressed sleep tried to take over him.
Smiling Jim offered. “Care to join me?” The response he received was unexpected, as he could have sworn the Vulcan before him rolled his eyes.
“Spock did you just roll your eyes at me?” Once again he was rewarded with a raised eyebrow. This man really could say anything he wanted to without uttering a word. “You did, you just rolled your eyes at me. No emotions my ass. I drive you crazy and...” Jim was lucky, the onset of exhaustion hadn't completely clouded his brain and he cut himself off quickly. Spock's eyebrow looked precariously close to going where no eyebrow had gone before.
“May I suggest Captain that in your current position the logical course of action would be to remain silent.”Jim ducked his head at the subtle rebuke, but not before catching a glimpse of the slightly quirked lips that indicted that Spock was amused at his antics. “Sleep is your best option. Anything else... would prove most uncomfortable.” Jim smiled at that but wisely kept his mouth shut.
Spock turned as if to leave but Jim couldn't resist one more question.
“Spock? When I sucked on your wrist, were your eyes widening the only physical response I got, or did you wish I was sucking on something else?”
With a slow grace that only a Vulcan could possess Spock turned to look at his Captain. His eyes were dark and his skin slightly flushed. Jim licked his lips nervously but refused to back down. With a tone pitched much lower than Jim had ever heard it Spock made his reply.
“Sleep. Now.”
Jim grinned but decided not to push his luck, ...for now.
“Yes Spock.”
**
The End