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Living happily ever after
Kirk\Spock
NC-17
Translation from Russian http://ficbook.net/readfic/440316
NOTHING BELONGS TO ME
Kirk is broken and helpless, his knees drawn up to his chest. As if trying to take as little room as possible. Sometimes Kirk coughs out blood and silently weeps.
Just a few hours later on the Bridge, he will be smiling again, portraying a strong and self-confident captain the one who does not believe in a win-win situations; but for the time being the drug is dissolving in his body, erodes thin vessels from the inside, killing him painfully.
Like it happened last time and the time before.
In fairy tales, heroes who fight against the world, are always the winners. Love knows no barriers, people live happily ever after and die in the old age, holding hands. Kirk does not believe in fairy tales, but in bitter endings he believes even less. That's why again and again he breaks the law, rules and principles, does not give a damn about his own physical abilities.
Humans and Vulcans can love each other, can marry, can tie their bonds, can make babies via
in vitro. The problem is, a simple physical act of love in such couple ruins any harmony. Sexual intercourse in a Vulcan fashion, which is so essential for these aliens, cannot provide a human with tenderness or pleasure, it can only cause unbearable pain. Vulcan anatomy only superficially is similar to that of a human.
A sharp needle pricks the skin at the wrist, going deeper into the vein. Intoxicating poison floods body like the river over its banks. Kirk's gaze instantly becomes almost neon-blue, and a faint smile ghosts over his lips.
“Spock,” he trails, “fuck me.”
“Jim, don't...” Vulcan pleads, barely holding on, not understanding why again he is holding a syringe with a lethal drug.
But once Kirk utters a barely audible moan, invitingly arching his back, grazing Spock's skin, the world stops going round.
Only Spock and his human remain, the human whom he is allowed to own.
Spock does not love foreplay, meaningless talks or false promises. Spock does not love a lot of things. But he does love Kirk.
“Mine, mine, mine!” He breathes and rips off Kirk's pants, leaving only shreds.
Spock presses Kirk hard to the bed, turns him face down quickly and thrusts into him without any preparations. He moves fast, not prolonging the pleasure. Spock tries to finish the torture as quickly as he can but fails, brutally pounding the fragile human body in front of him, as the anesthetic effect of the drug ends. Each time Kirk needs a stronger dose.
Noticing that Kirk comes to his senses now, he still cannot stop in spite of the pleas and requests.
Dr. McCoy does not know how long Kirk's heart will survive and when it will stop beating. Jim's best friend cannot find the strength to accept what is happening.
"Fucking Vulcan bastard!" he hisses whenever he faces Spock on the Bridge or in the hallways. Spock knows that doctor is right. They both realize that at some point the doctor will neglect the Hippocratic Oath, break his promise not to interfere that he gave to Kirk, and eventually Spock's visit to the sickbay will be the final one for him.
But nothing has changed so far because Vulcan half-breed needs his human.
And because Kirk himself does not let anyone change it.
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