Jim Kirk and the Test of Thirty Days - For vain_flower
Title : Jim Kirk and the Test of Thirty Days (1/3)
Author : the_arc5
Recipient : vain_flower
Pairing : Kirk/Spock
Rating : R for this chapter's naughty language. Later chapters will be NC-17.
Summary : Jim is subjected to a sadistic test. Spock is very confused. Bones keeps getting interrupted. This is what true love is all about.
Author's Notes : This is chapter one of three; the other two are at the cleaner's beta-reader's, and will be posted over the next two days. And I promise, vain_flower, you'll get your happy ending as well as the hot lovin'. But what is fun without a little Kirk torture, hmm?
Jim is a blazing-guns type of guy. He does insane odds, hopeless causes, bloody knuckles, that sort of thing. He got his ship thanks to a skin-of-his-teeth deathtrap maneuver and a whole hell of a lot of luck. And maybe some intervention by a time-travelling Vulcan that so totally checked out his ass when he walked away that last time. But whatever. The point is, he's not exactly the wine-sipping, compliments-turned-threats, diplomatic shmuck the Fleet seems to want him to be. And if it weren't for Spock keeping him in line and Uhura slipping him cheat sheets and Bones always having the good stuff ready when he gets back, Jim would have long since flipped his metaphorical middle fingers to the Federation and gone space pirate. He could do it, too, because Sulu is a sucker for that kind of thing, and Bones too, even though he'd never admit it.
"Sir," he tries, because he has no fucking idea what you're supposed to call a 'High Storyteller'. "Sir, please. There must be some way we can negotiate."
The High Storyteller glares at him. "Your companion has made light of the sacred tales. His punishment is apt."
Okay, maybe he's getting better at this diplomacy thing; he doesn't even laugh. Spock making light of anything? Yeah, right. He just doesn't appreciate fairy tales, that's all. Maybe it wasn't the best idea ever to bring him down to a planet whose very culture was based on fanciful stories, but Spock hadn't meant to offend anyone. He had just pointed out the illogic of beginning a story with, "Once upon a time, in a land far away." It was just...Spock.
The Mralans hadn't seen it that way, which was why his first officer is currently frozen solid.
"His culture is very different. Surely there is some way to make amends," Jim pleads. God, he sounded pathetic. The Enterprise needs Spock; everybody knows that. But he and Jim are barely a month into some sort of strange agreement that has Jim gagging after Spock like a horny teenager, and Spock tensing up when Jim doesn't report in when he's supposed to, and Jim thinks it may be just a shade like...
"Love!" comes a wail from a corner of the vast marble hall. Jim and the High Storyteller turn, and a girl flings herself dramatically at their feet, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Father, you mustn't do this," she says, clutching at the hem of his robe. "Their bond is one of love, true love."
The High Storyteller's eyebrows shoot up. If Spock were less frozen, he could compete with this dude in some sort of facial hair gymnastics contest.
"Is this true?" he hisses. The girl weeps softly. The whole scenario is really uncomfortable, but Jim has made a living of thinking on his feet. Or whatever body part he's balanced on at the time.
"Yes! Yes, it is true." He lowers his head in painfully sincere pain. "He is...he is everything to me. I cannot lose him."
"Is that so?" the Storyteller murmurs. He gives the girl a light kick to stop the crying; she's starting to hiccup. "What is the story of this true love?"
"Erm," Jim says eloquently. It's not really a story that lends itself to Mralanism. It all started when his planet exploded, I met an old alternate version of him, insulted his dead mom, and then we saved Earth? He assigned himself to my ship and we became friends by accident? There was this confusing period where he broke up with his girlfriend and Bones slapped me for being an idiot and then, somehow, we were having sex? How do you tell a story like that?
"Oh," the girl squeaks, wiping at her face. "Oh, my."
"What is it, my daughter?" the Storyteller asks gently.
"They, um," the girl says, her voice awfully high-pitched. "That's...oh. Does it hurt?"
"What?" say Jim and the Storyteller at the same time.
"That..." she cocks her head, as if listening. "Fucking up the ass?"
"What?" yell Jim and the Storyteller at the same time.
"Oh," the girl continues. "There's sucking, too."
"How are you..." Jim splutters. "What are you..."
"My daughter is an empath," the Storyteller says coldly. "She can see your thoughts."
Puppies, kittens, rainbows, Jim thinks desperately.
"So you like it rough, huh?" the girl says.
"Silence!" the Storyteller roars. Jim wants very, very much to die. For a moment, the hall rings with the echoes of the Storyteller's voice, and it seems Jim may get his wish. The girl pats soothingly at his knee.
"It is love, Father," she says. The Storyteller whirls on Jim.
"We shall see," he says in a tone that just promises impending doom. "I shall restore your love, James Kirk. He shall return with you. But for thirty days, you shall remain as pure as the driven snow. You shall not touch him with your lips, nor use him with your hands. There shall certainly be none of this...ass-fuckery. If you can prove your sincerity in love through this test, we shall forgive your love's slight and you shall go in peace. If you fail, he shall be doomed to remain with us for all of time."
"Can I have him?" the girl pipes up. She gets a sharp nudge via knee for that one.
"You will tell no one of this test; to speak of it is to forfeit," the Storyteller continues, as if nothing had happened. "Do you agree?"
What else can he possibly do? Spock is frozen, for fuck's sake.
"I agree."
Author : the_arc5
Recipient : vain_flower
Pairing : Kirk/Spock
Rating : R for this chapter's naughty language. Later chapters will be NC-17.
Summary : Jim is subjected to a sadistic test. Spock is very confused. Bones keeps getting interrupted. This is what true love is all about.
Author's Notes : This is chapter one of three; the other two are at the cleaner's beta-reader's, and will be posted over the next two days. And I promise, vain_flower, you'll get your happy ending as well as the hot lovin'. But what is fun without a little Kirk torture, hmm?
Jim is a blazing-guns type of guy. He does insane odds, hopeless causes, bloody knuckles, that sort of thing. He got his ship thanks to a skin-of-his-teeth deathtrap maneuver and a whole hell of a lot of luck. And maybe some intervention by a time-travelling Vulcan that so totally checked out his ass when he walked away that last time. But whatever. The point is, he's not exactly the wine-sipping, compliments-turned-threats, diplomatic shmuck the Fleet seems to want him to be. And if it weren't for Spock keeping him in line and Uhura slipping him cheat sheets and Bones always having the good stuff ready when he gets back, Jim would have long since flipped his metaphorical middle fingers to the Federation and gone space pirate. He could do it, too, because Sulu is a sucker for that kind of thing, and Bones too, even though he'd never admit it.
"Sir," he tries, because he has no fucking idea what you're supposed to call a 'High Storyteller'. "Sir, please. There must be some way we can negotiate."
The High Storyteller glares at him. "Your companion has made light of the sacred tales. His punishment is apt."
Okay, maybe he's getting better at this diplomacy thing; he doesn't even laugh. Spock making light of anything? Yeah, right. He just doesn't appreciate fairy tales, that's all. Maybe it wasn't the best idea ever to bring him down to a planet whose very culture was based on fanciful stories, but Spock hadn't meant to offend anyone. He had just pointed out the illogic of beginning a story with, "Once upon a time, in a land far away." It was just...Spock.
The Mralans hadn't seen it that way, which was why his first officer is currently frozen solid.
"His culture is very different. Surely there is some way to make amends," Jim pleads. God, he sounded pathetic. The Enterprise needs Spock; everybody knows that. But he and Jim are barely a month into some sort of strange agreement that has Jim gagging after Spock like a horny teenager, and Spock tensing up when Jim doesn't report in when he's supposed to, and Jim thinks it may be just a shade like...
"Love!" comes a wail from a corner of the vast marble hall. Jim and the High Storyteller turn, and a girl flings herself dramatically at their feet, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Father, you mustn't do this," she says, clutching at the hem of his robe. "Their bond is one of love, true love."
The High Storyteller's eyebrows shoot up. If Spock were less frozen, he could compete with this dude in some sort of facial hair gymnastics contest.
"Is this true?" he hisses. The girl weeps softly. The whole scenario is really uncomfortable, but Jim has made a living of thinking on his feet. Or whatever body part he's balanced on at the time.
"Yes! Yes, it is true." He lowers his head in painfully sincere pain. "He is...he is everything to me. I cannot lose him."
"Is that so?" the Storyteller murmurs. He gives the girl a light kick to stop the crying; she's starting to hiccup. "What is the story of this true love?"
"Erm," Jim says eloquently. It's not really a story that lends itself to Mralanism. It all started when his planet exploded, I met an old alternate version of him, insulted his dead mom, and then we saved Earth? He assigned himself to my ship and we became friends by accident? There was this confusing period where he broke up with his girlfriend and Bones slapped me for being an idiot and then, somehow, we were having sex? How do you tell a story like that?
"Oh," the girl squeaks, wiping at her face. "Oh, my."
"What is it, my daughter?" the Storyteller asks gently.
"They, um," the girl says, her voice awfully high-pitched. "That's...oh. Does it hurt?"
"What?" say Jim and the Storyteller at the same time.
"That..." she cocks her head, as if listening. "Fucking up the ass?"
"What?" yell Jim and the Storyteller at the same time.
"Oh," the girl continues. "There's sucking, too."
"How are you..." Jim splutters. "What are you..."
"My daughter is an empath," the Storyteller says coldly. "She can see your thoughts."
Puppies, kittens, rainbows, Jim thinks desperately.
"So you like it rough, huh?" the girl says.
"Silence!" the Storyteller roars. Jim wants very, very much to die. For a moment, the hall rings with the echoes of the Storyteller's voice, and it seems Jim may get his wish. The girl pats soothingly at his knee.
"It is love, Father," she says. The Storyteller whirls on Jim.
"We shall see," he says in a tone that just promises impending doom. "I shall restore your love, James Kirk. He shall return with you. But for thirty days, you shall remain as pure as the driven snow. You shall not touch him with your lips, nor use him with your hands. There shall certainly be none of this...ass-fuckery. If you can prove your sincerity in love through this test, we shall forgive your love's slight and you shall go in peace. If you fail, he shall be doomed to remain with us for all of time."
"Can I have him?" the girl pipes up. She gets a sharp nudge via knee for that one.
"You will tell no one of this test; to speak of it is to forfeit," the Storyteller continues, as if nothing had happened. "Do you agree?"
What else can he possibly do? Spock is frozen, for fuck's sake.
"I agree."