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I may have had too much fun with the blood spatters.

Can you ever have too much fun with blood spatters? Comrade Chekov says no. Shush, Pasha. What did I tell you about being seen and not heard?

Let them hate, as long as they fear.

So I've been harassing people for prompts for comment fic this week. So in celebration of my last week of relative stress free shenanigans have some teeny tiny fics:

Yesterday I asked chulu to give me any prompt and I'd try and put a Mirrorverse spin on it. Or to work guns into it somehow. Warnings for Bondage, Unusual usage of ice-cream, character death. (Not kidding.)


theotherdibbler prompted ice-cream.

Sulu struggles against the ropes that hold his arms above his head, more for show that for any real desire to get out of them. He wants to see how this will play out, and he's reasonably sure that he can work them if he needs to. Besides, he's not above biting.

The blindfold is interesting. They haven't done that before, at least not with Sulu on the receiving end. He isn't sure that he likes it. When he gets out of these bonds he'll make sure that Chekov won't be able to sit down for a week. Fucking brat.

He steels himself not to react to anything Chekov might do to him, but he's anticipating pain so he isn't expecting something cold and slippery to slide down his scar. His breath hitches, and then as Chekov licks up it, he can't help gasping.

Chekov drips more down his neck, licking and sucking and nipping gently as he goes. Then Chekov moves down Sulu's chest, paying particular attention to his nipples and Sulu hisses.

When Chekov applies the same treatment even lower, Sulu screams as the freezing cold hits his erection. It wilts, but is almost instantly hard again as soon as he feels the heat of Chekov's mouth. He can't help moaning and arching into his warmth and he's almost there when Chekov pulls back. He lunges forward to grab his head, forgetting he's tied and the bonds hold him back. Chekov laughs like a delighted child, and then pours more ice-cream over him, laughing even harder as Sulu screams as he goes soft.

Chekov teases him back to the point of orgasm and brings him crashing back down twice more before he lets him come. By then Sulu's a gibbering mess of sensation, he hangs limply from his cords, exhausted. He doesn't even lift his head as Chekov unties the blindfold, doesn't protest when he slips sticky sweets fingers into his mouth.

'So,' says Chekov, kissing his cheek sweetly. 'What was it you were saying about vanilla?'

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theotherdibbler prompted a car-chase though San Fransisco, with a stolen ice-cream truck?

'You said you could drive anything!' Chekov griped as the ice-cream van lurched again, the underside hitting the road. 'They're gaining on us!'

'I said I could fly anything, you fuckwit!' Sulu snarled. He swerved to avoid a car coming in the opposite direction. 'Of all the fucking getaway vehicles in the world - GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!!!'

'I had limited options,' Chekov pouted. 'This was not my first choice. If you would drive smoother I could reload my gun.'

'If you were going to shoot someone in the face, why Cupcake, the ice-cream man?'

'He had something I wanted,' said Chekov and started rummaging behind them.

'What? A fudge brownie sundae with extra sprinkles?' Sulu swore as the gunfire from the car behind takes the back window out. 'For fuck's sake, keep your head down!'

Pavel huffed. 'You think they are chasing us because they have invested heaviy in Ben and Jerry? You are not an idiot, Hikaru. Why do you act like one?'

'Then what -'

Chekov threw a packet of white powder onto the dashboard. 'What better place to hide sugar? Fucking cossack was undercutting me.'

'You could have told me,' Sulu grumbled. 'Fuck! I don't know why I put up with you.'

Chekov unwrapped a popsicle, licked up it and then sucked the whole thing in his mouth. He slid it out with a pop and leared suggestively.

'Okay, okay,' Sulu said, not quite able to stop smiling. 'I get your point. Now would you stop fucking about and shoot those fuckers already?'

Note: "Sugar" is a slang term for cocaine.

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jessofthebugs prompted Vodka was his drink of choice, not this crap, but he was tired of all the bullshit and this was all that was left.

'Beer?' his father had always said. 'You may as well as drink piss.'

Pavel doesn't like beer, not one bit. Vodka was always his drink of choice, not this crap, but he hasn't been able to find any in Hikaru's room, just a six pack left carelessly in a corner.

They've been deliberating for hours now. Pavel thinks it's sweet that Hikaru is fighting his corner for him, but he knows how it will play out. With all the fuck ups that have gone on over the past twenty four hours, Kirk has to make an effort to pretend to follow proper procedure, but really he's already made up his mind. Pavel really does prefer vodka, but he's tired of the bullshit and this is all he has.

When Hikaru walks in later, Pavel can see from his face what the outcome was.

'How?' he asks.

Hikaru doesn't look at him, just at the corner where his beer used to be. 'Did you drink all my beer?'

'I was thirsty,' says Pavel. 'It's the booth, isn't it?'

When Hikaru clenches his fists, Pavel knows he's right. Hikaru sits down on the edge of the bed, his muscles tense and the veins in his neck pulsing.

'I'm going to kill him,' he whispers. 'Kirk. I don't care how - '

'No you won't,' says Pavel. He puts a hand on Hikaru's shoulder and turns him round to face him. 'We've lost. I've lost. It's over.'

Hikaru puts his head in his hands. 'I tried,' he says, his voice hollow and broken. 'I swore I'd - I'll kill him. I'll kill him!'

'Maybe,' says Pavel, 'but not tonight. How long?'

Hikaru looks up at him, his eyes are dry but despairing. 'You're very calm,' he says.

'Would you have me scream and beg like a frightened child? That is not who I am, Hikaru. You know that. How long?'

'An hour,' says Hikaru. 'Fifty minutes now.'

'Fifty?' says Pavel. 'In fifty minutes I could have, how the French say, a little death, da?' He smirks as Hikaru looks at him incredulously. 'Twice.'

It's probably the gentlest that Hikaru has ever been with him. Pavel had thought it would be harsh and punishing, but this is no less desperate. Hikaru touches him as if he's trying to memorise every last inch of his skin; perhaps he is.

He tastes Hikaru's tears on his lips when they're done. 'Will it take very long for me to die?' he asks. 'They say it can take days.'

When Hikaru sobs into his mouth, Pavel knows he's understood.

'Goodbye,' he whispers and then, as Hikaru kisses him one last time, he feels him reach for the stilletto knife under his pillow.

His last thought is thank you as the blade goes through his heart.

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cystalshard prompted Every time he looks in the mirror, he sees him standing beside him. But when he turns, he is gone.
This can be read as the follow on to the one directly above it.

There's an emptiness around him now Pavel's gone. Always something missing. Hikaru finds himself puzzled at times, sure that he's forgotten something back at his room, fumbling for his communicator or dagger and then he remembers that actually, he's lost something he can never get back.

His dreams are dark and bloody of late. He pluges the knife in and holds Pavel as he dies, over and over until he awakes shaking like a leaf in the wind, bathed in cold swet. But he almost prefers those to the ones where Pavel is alive and whole and laughing at him. 'Cossack,' he'll say. 'I am a genius. How do you think I'll ever get caught?'

He wakes up sobbing, sometimes.

Every time he looks in the mirror, he sees him standing beside him. But when he turns he's gone.

Hikaru will kill the Captain. And that smug half-breed first officer of his. It's the only thing that keeps him going, the only thing that forces him out of bed these days.

What then, he doesn't know. He's the second officer, that would make him Captain, but Hikaru doesn't think he wants it anymore.

Maybe he'll fly the ship back to Earth, crash it into Starfleet Academy. How many would he take out, he wonders.

He'll make his plans in the day, plot with his cronies, promise them pretty dreams about promotion and power.

But now, at night, he has his mirrors. And Pavel.

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Bawwww! ;_; But it's got my in an angsty enough mood to write my help_haiti fic so yay, I guess. But the stuff I wrote for prompts on my journal a couple of days earlier was funnier... at least it was meant to be :/



captaincadet asked for:
Pajamas

'It's alright Sulu, just take a deep breath. Does anyone have a paperbag?'

*Wheeze* 'He wears Hello Cthulhu pajamas!'

'Yeah, I know. You said. I understand.'

'No you don't! You had to be there!' *wheeze* 'Oh my god, I think I'm dead from cute!'

'You look alive to me, Sulu.'

'No I'm dead. I died. I am an EX-Lieutenant!'

'Naah, you're just pining for the fjords!'

'Alright Jim, what's going on here?'

'Sulu just saw Chekov in his pajamas and freaked out.'

'Okay. Not the weirdest thing I've ever been woken up for, but why was Chekov in Sulu's pajamas?'

'THEY WERE HELLO CTHULHU PAJAMAS!' *wheeze* 'Oh god, I can't breath.'

'It's going to be one of those nights, isn't it?'

&hearts

'Calm down Ensign. I fail to understand the severity of your reaction. What is it you found so unusual about Lieutenant Sulu's sleeping attire?'

'Oh Commander, he does not wear sleeping attire. There was just boxers and his chest and his happy trail and his chest and sir, his legs and his chest and - '

'Ensign Chekov, this is the third time you have remarked on the Lieutenant's chest.'

'I think I need to sit down.'

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crystalshard asked for
Bones is a rock star, not a doctor

'Oh my God, Bones!'

'What? He was annoying me. You know how I feel about your groupies.'

'He wasn't a groupie, Bones! He was a reporter! We were expecting one, remember? From GQ magazine!'

'Reporter, groupie, what's the difference? You'd have ended up fucking them, anyhow.'

'But did you have to hit him with your guitar?'

'Um guys? He's not waking up! Holy shit! Did we kill the reporter?'

'Oh no! Zis iz not heppening! I am too young and pretty to go to jail! I do not vant to be somevun's bitch!'

'Calm yourself, Pavel. The individual appears to be breathing. It is evident that he is not dead yet.'

'Bones! Come on! We gotta do something!'

'Dammit, Jim! I'm a rock star, not a doctor! Call 911!'

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jessofthebugs asked for crack.
Note: This won't make any sense unless you've read my Abysmal Bodies series. The third speaker in this is supposed to be Pavel's older sister, Natska.

'KILL IT! KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE!'

'It's just a pigeon, sir.'

'THEY ARE RATS WITH WINGS! I SAY RATS WITH WINGS!'

'Jesus Christ! I could shoo it away it you'd just get off me!'

'SHOOT IT IN THE FACE!'

'Get off me, you fucking brat!'

*BANG*

'Is it gone?'

'Yes Pasha, it's gone. You can get off your nanny now!'

'She is not my nanny! She's my governess - um - I mean security chief'

'Sure Pasha, whatever you say. I'll see you later. Baby!'

'THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! WHY CAN'T YOU KEEP THOSE THINGS AWAY FROM ME!'

'You should have been spanked more as a child.'

'Oh, blow me!'

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