fic: pomegranates
Title: Pomegranates
Fandom: Trek TOS Mirror Universe
Pairing: Mirror universe K/S
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1560
Summary: For
zap_rousdar: a follow up to Mirror, Mirror. Author's notes at the end because I have some EXPLAINING to do (like that'll change the fact that I wrote porn.)
There was no fading in and out this time. The landing party stayed in place, looked down at themselves, and the five people in the transporter room exhaled in relief.
"Captain, wel --"
"Everyone!" Kirk barked. "Everyone out of the transporter room immediately." Kirk stepped off the pad, took out his phaser, and fired into a corner of the room. "Mr. Scott, there is a problem with the security cameras in this room. Please return in an hour with replacements." He turned to the next corner and fired into the next camera, and the next. "The rest of you -- back to your posts. Immediately. Except you, Spock. Is your guard outside?"
"He is near."
"Order him to remain outside. No one is to enter this room while we are here for any reason."
Spock left the room, did as he was ordered, and returned. It was illogical to worry for his safety; had the Captain wished to murder him, he would have done it first and explained later for anyone who cared.
The door to the transporter room slid closed and Spock stood still with his hands behind his back. Kirk was breathing heavily and staring at him, probing him intensely.
"Cap --"
"Spock -- don't say a word." For several more moments, there was only Kirk's audible breathing and his pacing, particularly the slow, deliberate footsteps he took as he circled Spock. "I didn't think Vulcans as incorruptible as you claim until I interacted with the other one. He kept us in the brig and wouldn't release us, not for money, power -- I would have thrown him Uhura if he hadn't walked away. He came to check on us and I was sweet to him, Spock, and he wouldn't let us go."
"Permission to speak, Captain."
"Granted."
"As a Vulcan, he would have estimated the situation and found it to be this: releasing you would cause him to gain nothing and lose a truly precious thing."
"Oh? Do tell."
"I took the opportunity to probe their doctor's mind; our counterparts are close. They are friends."
"Friends?" Kirk laughed. "How do they get anything done in that world when there are friends to be made? No, that's not for our world." Kirk stopped his pacing and grabbed Spock by the chin, one hand on the small of his back. "I have not been, and never shall be, your friend, Spock. On that you can depend."
"I would not presume such a breach of your usual protocol," Spock said. He dared, finally, to look into Kirk's face. Kirk's eyes widened and he released his chin, but not his body. Kirk's hand went to his utility belt and his phaser. Illogical, Spock thought, to kill him now. What was he --
Spock felt the incontrovertible evidence of Kirk's design against his thigh.
Kirk loosened his utility belt and threw it aside, and did the same to Spock's.
"Here is a breach of protocol you may want to consider," Kirk whispered. "In the brig surrounded by those cutthroat idiots, I had a glimpse into the future without you." Spock felt his free hand reaching between them, the hand undoing his own uniform sash and then Spock's. The sashes slid to the ground and landed at their feet. "Do you know what a relief from banality your logical mind is? You and I are the only ones aboard this ship with any vision, and I cannot let you go that easily." Kirk's hand untucked the front of Spock's shirt and traveled up Spock's chest, rubbing across his skin roughly in a pattern that was difficult to interpret.
"What do you propose, Captain?" Spock asked. It was becoming more difficult to breathe due to the makeshift vice created by Kirk's immovable arm and the hand on the small of his back. Spock found himself pressing closer to the captain, the hand on his chest lingering on his nipple and fidgeting with the sensitive skin.
"You have nothing to fear from me, Spock, as I have nothing to fear from you," Kirk murmured. "If you desired the captaincy, you would have killed me. I recommended you for the captaincy to Starfleet, but you declined. From you, I am safe. And you make no enemies. It is not logical, is it, Spock?"
"You know me well."
"I do, oh I do. Therefore, I propose a compact for our mutual protection and advancement."
"Captain, you have been through an intense experience. I would not recommend --"
"Listen to the rest of my offer," Kirk hissed. He pulled Spock's body to him roughly and took advantage of the sharp gasp to bring their mouths together, Kirk's tongue probing deeply until he pulled away, their faces aching from pushing against each other so fiercely. Kirk released Spock, but only to reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it up and off over his head, first the blue and then the black.
"Captain, do you know what --"
"It is so easy to sneer at these chance collisions of human beings," Kirk said as he removed his own layers of shirts and tossed them away. "We do not admit that by collisions of this trivial sort the doors of heaven may be shaken open."
"What?" Spock asked as Kirk undid the belts of their pants and urged Spock out of them. It was difficult to make sense of anything -- the piles of mixed clothes being shoved away by Kirk's foot, the talk of earlier, and the seemingly random snippets of Earth literature that began to pour out of his mouth. What did any of it have to do with the Empire? With him? With --
"Lay down," Kirk said, no longer barking orders but, indeed, allowing his hands to speak: the skin was rough but the touch no longer angry, though still forceful.
"I still do not understand," Spock murmured as Kirk settled between his legs, one hand supporting the back of his head and the other using what leaked from their cocks to try and work him open with some difficulty.
"Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice -- for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely." Kirk urged his head forward so their mouths met again and Spock, caught up in the confusion, the words, the hand and its fingers, began to relax. "Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely --"
"Do you wish me to -- to speak?"
"Thy temples are like a piece of pomegranate within thy locks."
"I am not aware of the origins of -- in Mesopotamia -- of the pomegranate --"
Spock groaned at the sudden removal of Kirk's hand, but his bottom lip was caught between Kirk's teeth as he finally pushed himself inside, drawing Spock's knees up with the force. There was pain, very real pain, but there was too much else happening to focus on only the pain. He reached down and placed his hands on Kirk's waist, pulling him up into him with his thrusts.
"No more quotes?" Spock dared to ask and not caring for a response, not anymore.
Kirk briefly grinned and whispered at Spock's ear, "Open to me, my undefiled." He bit on the earlobe gently and said, his breath making the tips of Spock's ears burn from the heat, "For my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night." Spock splayed his legs wider and shifted his hips; their faces and mouths rushed together in order to stifle the groans that were becoming too audible for comfort.
Kirk gasped into Spock's collarbone and Spock could feel Kirk's arms begin to tremble with his impending climax. Spock's legs wrapped around Kirk and urged him on, Spock letting out his own wordless moan as he felt Kirk's release. The sensation of their contracting stomachs rubbing together with Spock's cock trapped in the middle and Kirk's final thrusts brought him to his climax almost simultaneously.
They breathed heavily on each other for several moments. Spock's legs dropped to the floor of the transporter room; he had very real doubts growing in his mind as to whether he could stand and dress himself. Kirk eased himself out of Spock and stood up. He looked for their sashes and took his own, offering it first to Spock to wipe himself clean.
"Thank you," Spock said, attempting to hide his shock at the gesture. "Captain --"
"Have you decided?"
Spock stood up and leaned for a moment on the transporter console. He felt he could not answer such a question without his pants, which he soon found and slipped on. Thankfully, he saw Kirk do the same. They did not speak until they were both fully dressed, both sashes in Spock's hand behind his back to be thrown into the cleaning receptacle near his quarters.
"As I attempted to convey when we were first alone: I will not hold you to the promises you made so shortly after your ordeal." Spock added, "This is not a refusal, but an opportunity for you to consider what your propose thoroughly. Should you wish to renew your offer -- you are aware of the location of my quarters."
"How you manage to retain such consideration in this environment, Mr. Spock, I'll never know," Kirk replied. "But you're wrong. I won't rescind my offer."
"As you wish. I suggest we discuss it in my quarters two days from now during Gamma shift, when we are both available."
"It's a date."
Author's Notes
1.) Text message exchanged as I finished this:
screamlet: i have written you explicit porn and feel really dirty
zap_rousdar: i... when i read it i'm going to pretend leonard nimoy wrote it on a lazy summer day in 1973. it will be easier for both of us that way.
2.) In the past three days, I've watched Wrath of Khan and The Undiscovered Country twice. Each. The conclusion I have drawn from these films is "bad guys know their Terran literature". Kirk quotes E.M. Forster's Howards End once (that 'doors of heaven shaken open' business), and all other quotes are from The Song of Solomon.
3.) Sorry about mangling the ultimate proof of K/S love, namely: "I have been, and always shall be, your friend".
4.) ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THIS: Spock felt the incontrovertible evidence of Kirk's design against his thigh. I don't mean to be stuck up, but I fucking LOLed. What the fuck!
5.) Is this my first piece of Trek fic that doesn't use the word 'fuck'?! GUYS, I CHECKED IT IS!!! Holy shit.
6.) I cut that girl out. Do you miss her?
Fandom: Trek TOS Mirror Universe
Pairing: Mirror universe K/S
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1560
Summary: For
zap_rousdar: a follow up to Mirror, Mirror. Author's notes at the end because I have some EXPLAINING to do (like that'll change the fact that I wrote porn.)
There was no fading in and out this time. The landing party stayed in place, looked down at themselves, and the five people in the transporter room exhaled in relief.
"Captain, wel --"
"Everyone!" Kirk barked. "Everyone out of the transporter room immediately." Kirk stepped off the pad, took out his phaser, and fired into a corner of the room. "Mr. Scott, there is a problem with the security cameras in this room. Please return in an hour with replacements." He turned to the next corner and fired into the next camera, and the next. "The rest of you -- back to your posts. Immediately. Except you, Spock. Is your guard outside?"
"He is near."
"Order him to remain outside. No one is to enter this room while we are here for any reason."
Spock left the room, did as he was ordered, and returned. It was illogical to worry for his safety; had the Captain wished to murder him, he would have done it first and explained later for anyone who cared.
The door to the transporter room slid closed and Spock stood still with his hands behind his back. Kirk was breathing heavily and staring at him, probing him intensely.
"Cap --"
"Spock -- don't say a word." For several more moments, there was only Kirk's audible breathing and his pacing, particularly the slow, deliberate footsteps he took as he circled Spock. "I didn't think Vulcans as incorruptible as you claim until I interacted with the other one. He kept us in the brig and wouldn't release us, not for money, power -- I would have thrown him Uhura if he hadn't walked away. He came to check on us and I was sweet to him, Spock, and he wouldn't let us go."
"Permission to speak, Captain."
"Granted."
"As a Vulcan, he would have estimated the situation and found it to be this: releasing you would cause him to gain nothing and lose a truly precious thing."
"Oh? Do tell."
"I took the opportunity to probe their doctor's mind; our counterparts are close. They are friends."
"Friends?" Kirk laughed. "How do they get anything done in that world when there are friends to be made? No, that's not for our world." Kirk stopped his pacing and grabbed Spock by the chin, one hand on the small of his back. "I have not been, and never shall be, your friend, Spock. On that you can depend."
"I would not presume such a breach of your usual protocol," Spock said. He dared, finally, to look into Kirk's face. Kirk's eyes widened and he released his chin, but not his body. Kirk's hand went to his utility belt and his phaser. Illogical, Spock thought, to kill him now. What was he --
Spock felt the incontrovertible evidence of Kirk's design against his thigh.
Kirk loosened his utility belt and threw it aside, and did the same to Spock's.
"Here is a breach of protocol you may want to consider," Kirk whispered. "In the brig surrounded by those cutthroat idiots, I had a glimpse into the future without you." Spock felt his free hand reaching between them, the hand undoing his own uniform sash and then Spock's. The sashes slid to the ground and landed at their feet. "Do you know what a relief from banality your logical mind is? You and I are the only ones aboard this ship with any vision, and I cannot let you go that easily." Kirk's hand untucked the front of Spock's shirt and traveled up Spock's chest, rubbing across his skin roughly in a pattern that was difficult to interpret.
"What do you propose, Captain?" Spock asked. It was becoming more difficult to breathe due to the makeshift vice created by Kirk's immovable arm and the hand on the small of his back. Spock found himself pressing closer to the captain, the hand on his chest lingering on his nipple and fidgeting with the sensitive skin.
"You have nothing to fear from me, Spock, as I have nothing to fear from you," Kirk murmured. "If you desired the captaincy, you would have killed me. I recommended you for the captaincy to Starfleet, but you declined. From you, I am safe. And you make no enemies. It is not logical, is it, Spock?"
"You know me well."
"I do, oh I do. Therefore, I propose a compact for our mutual protection and advancement."
"Captain, you have been through an intense experience. I would not recommend --"
"Listen to the rest of my offer," Kirk hissed. He pulled Spock's body to him roughly and took advantage of the sharp gasp to bring their mouths together, Kirk's tongue probing deeply until he pulled away, their faces aching from pushing against each other so fiercely. Kirk released Spock, but only to reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it up and off over his head, first the blue and then the black.
"Captain, do you know what --"
"It is so easy to sneer at these chance collisions of human beings," Kirk said as he removed his own layers of shirts and tossed them away. "We do not admit that by collisions of this trivial sort the doors of heaven may be shaken open."
"What?" Spock asked as Kirk undid the belts of their pants and urged Spock out of them. It was difficult to make sense of anything -- the piles of mixed clothes being shoved away by Kirk's foot, the talk of earlier, and the seemingly random snippets of Earth literature that began to pour out of his mouth. What did any of it have to do with the Empire? With him? With --
"Lay down," Kirk said, no longer barking orders but, indeed, allowing his hands to speak: the skin was rough but the touch no longer angry, though still forceful.
"I still do not understand," Spock murmured as Kirk settled between his legs, one hand supporting the back of his head and the other using what leaked from their cocks to try and work him open with some difficulty.
"Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice -- for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely." Kirk urged his head forward so their mouths met again and Spock, caught up in the confusion, the words, the hand and its fingers, began to relax. "Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely --"
"Do you wish me to -- to speak?"
"Thy temples are like a piece of pomegranate within thy locks."
"I am not aware of the origins of -- in Mesopotamia -- of the pomegranate --"
Spock groaned at the sudden removal of Kirk's hand, but his bottom lip was caught between Kirk's teeth as he finally pushed himself inside, drawing Spock's knees up with the force. There was pain, very real pain, but there was too much else happening to focus on only the pain. He reached down and placed his hands on Kirk's waist, pulling him up into him with his thrusts.
"No more quotes?" Spock dared to ask and not caring for a response, not anymore.
Kirk briefly grinned and whispered at Spock's ear, "Open to me, my undefiled." He bit on the earlobe gently and said, his breath making the tips of Spock's ears burn from the heat, "For my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night." Spock splayed his legs wider and shifted his hips; their faces and mouths rushed together in order to stifle the groans that were becoming too audible for comfort.
Kirk gasped into Spock's collarbone and Spock could feel Kirk's arms begin to tremble with his impending climax. Spock's legs wrapped around Kirk and urged him on, Spock letting out his own wordless moan as he felt Kirk's release. The sensation of their contracting stomachs rubbing together with Spock's cock trapped in the middle and Kirk's final thrusts brought him to his climax almost simultaneously.
They breathed heavily on each other for several moments. Spock's legs dropped to the floor of the transporter room; he had very real doubts growing in his mind as to whether he could stand and dress himself. Kirk eased himself out of Spock and stood up. He looked for their sashes and took his own, offering it first to Spock to wipe himself clean.
"Thank you," Spock said, attempting to hide his shock at the gesture. "Captain --"
"Have you decided?"
Spock stood up and leaned for a moment on the transporter console. He felt he could not answer such a question without his pants, which he soon found and slipped on. Thankfully, he saw Kirk do the same. They did not speak until they were both fully dressed, both sashes in Spock's hand behind his back to be thrown into the cleaning receptacle near his quarters.
"As I attempted to convey when we were first alone: I will not hold you to the promises you made so shortly after your ordeal." Spock added, "This is not a refusal, but an opportunity for you to consider what your propose thoroughly. Should you wish to renew your offer -- you are aware of the location of my quarters."
"How you manage to retain such consideration in this environment, Mr. Spock, I'll never know," Kirk replied. "But you're wrong. I won't rescind my offer."
"As you wish. I suggest we discuss it in my quarters two days from now during Gamma shift, when we are both available."
"It's a date."
Author's Notes
1.) Text message exchanged as I finished this:
screamlet: i have written you explicit porn and feel really dirty
zap_rousdar: i... when i read it i'm going to pretend leonard nimoy wrote it on a lazy summer day in 1973. it will be easier for both of us that way.
2.) In the past three days, I've watched Wrath of Khan and The Undiscovered Country twice. Each. The conclusion I have drawn from these films is "bad guys know their Terran literature". Kirk quotes E.M. Forster's Howards End once (that 'doors of heaven shaken open' business), and all other quotes are from The Song of Solomon.
3.) Sorry about mangling the ultimate proof of K/S love, namely: "I have been, and always shall be, your friend".
4.) ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THIS: Spock felt the incontrovertible evidence of Kirk's design against his thigh. I don't mean to be stuck up, but I fucking LOLed. What the fuck!
5.) Is this my first piece of Trek fic that doesn't use the word 'fuck'?! GUYS, I CHECKED IT IS!!! Holy shit.
6.) I cut that girl out. Do you miss her?