Possession
Author: zoetrope13
Beta: cozibizzle
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3,469
Trope: au counterparts, jealousy.
Genre: drama, romance
Warnings: some dubcon.
Series: reboot, mirrorverse
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, nor do I claim to.
Summary: Mirror!Spock comes to seduce and kidnap Kirk because the Kirk in his universe who was his bondmate has died. But Spock, who is not in a relationship with his Kirk, is not about to let that happen. Written for this prompt on the kink meme.
Kirk was on his way to his room when Spock stopped him in the hallway. His Spock that was, well his timeline’s Spock. Not the one with the sexy stubble that gave him glances that lingered uncomfortably and who had mysteriously appeared on the transporter at the start of the day.
“It is my understanding that you intend to entertain my counterpart in your quarters this evening.”
“Jesus, Spock, you make it sound like I’m intending to give him a lap dance.” Spock raised an eyebrow. “But now that you mention it…” Kirk began jokingly.
“Captain, you will do no such thing.”
“It was a joke Spock. Look, he’s grieving, he just lost his bondmate. That’s devastating right?”
“Extremely.”
“Right, so I’m going to be on my best diplomatic behavior and try to be comforting.” Kirk gave Spock a calculating look, “Do you want to be there?”
“Speaking with him is disconcerting. More so than speaking with the ambassador.”
Kirk clasped Spock’s shoulder comfortingly, a touch Spock couldn’t stop himself from leaning into. “Chess another night, then?”
“Of course Captain.” Spock gave him a long look. “Be careful Jim. No matter how similar he may seem he is from a different universe with a different relationship with that James Kirk. Unknown variables could cause him to act in unexpected ways.”
“Thanks Spock, I know. I already got a similar speech from Bones.”
“What did Dr. McCoy advise?”
Jim rolled his eyes. “Something along the line of ‘you don’t know who his bondmate was so try not to say anything bad about anyone because you don’t want to end the evening getting strangled to death.’”
Spock paled, “Jim, perhaps it is best if-”
“Don’t worry Spock, I’ll be on my best behavior, promise. I’ll see you later.” With a bright smile and a quick wave, Kirk was gone from Spock’s sight.
“It is not your behavior I am concerned about, Jim,” Spock said under his breath.
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Keeping focused on the chess game at hand was difficult enough with his Spock as Jim would often get distracted with less than professional thoughts. But sitting across from a version of his first officer who seemed darker, more intense somehow, definitely more emotionally unstable. And that facial hair. Kirk was sure he would lose the match. Jim almost did want to risk an insulting remark if it got him pinned against the wall under that body.
Spock’s eyes flicked up to Jim’s waiting for him to make a move. The look he gave Kirk was too raw, intense, it made Kirk’s skin tingle and not in the teenage girl on a date with her crush way, more in an 'oh shit that man’s been following me down this dark alley for the last five minutes' kind of way.
“So,” Kirk began, desperately trying to break the charged silence, “the crew is pretty shocked you’re spending the evening with me instead of with Uhura.”
“And why would they expect me to do such a thing?” The dark eyes flashed up to met his.
“Because they think Uhura was your bondmate.”
Spock raised an eyebrow, “Is this Spock bonded with Uhura?”
“Ah, no. They dated for a bit but they’ve been broken up for a while now.”
“They dated,” Spock said it with disgust and disbelief and Kirk wasn’t sure if it was because this Spock had had an epic romance with his Uhura or because he never considered Uhura worth his time. “Had you made this assumption as well, Captain?”
“Um, well, I hadn’t really thought about it. But, I guess no, not really,” Kirk was way too distracted to focus on strategy at this point and blindly moved a piece. “Ambassador Spock always made a face whenever Spock mentioned ‘Nyota’, so I didn’t really think it was a universal constant.”
“Vulcans do not make faces,” Spock said, moving a piece.
“I don’t about Vulcans, but all the Spocks I know do,” Kirk said with a teasing grin, forgetting which Spock he was with for a moment.
Something dark and pained flashed in Spock’s eyes. “You’re so like him,” his voice was low, his hands gripped the edge of the table. Suddenly he stood up and walked over to stand in front of Kirk. He reached out brushing his fingers over Kirk’s lips. “James,” he breathed, “I have found it difficult to function without you.”
Kirk looked up at him eyes wide, feeling trapped. He was immobilized by the dark hungry gaze familiar and yet so foreign. Then fingers were stroking the skin of his face and neck. He couldn’t help but turn toward the attention, his body seeking more from this man that he had wanted for ages.
Spock smirked down at him as his breathing got heavier. Spock leaned down, thumbs pressing into the muscle next to each of his hips. He bit down on the spot next to Kirk’s jaw, the spot that had the power to turn him into a puddle of incoherent mush. Spock stayed there relentlessly nipping and tonguing at it and rubbing his thumbs hard into the muscle next to his hips until Kirk was moaning for it. Moaning for Spock.
Spock skimmed his mouth along the softly rounded curve of Kirk’s ear before taking the edge between his teeth and tugging; thoroughly enjoying the little gasps and shivers of want from Kirk. “I can hardly wait for us to be back on the ISS Enterprise together,” Spock growled into his ear following it up with a tug to his ear lobe.
“What?” Kirk managed to choke out.
“You are mine James Kirk. It doesn’t matter the universe, James Kirk always belongs to Spock. As you are not bonded to this Spock, it is only logical that I bond with you.”
Able to anticipate Kirk’s protests he shoved three fingers into Kirk’s mouth, effectively gagging him. Spock slowly moved his fingers in and out, fucking Kirk’s mouth with them while simultaneously tugging Kirk’s pants down with the other hand. He began to rub Kirk through his boxers. Spock moaned at the wet, sucking sensation around his sensitive fingers and he enjoyed the vibrations against his fingers from Kirk trying to speak.
When it become clear that Kirk was going to persist in attempting to speak Spock withdrew his fingers. “What?” He spat.
“Stop,” Kirk forced out, struggling to keep back moans or gasps in response to the stimulation Spock was giving him.
“Stop?” Spock asked dangerously raising an eyebrow. “Are you not enjoying this?” He rubbed harder and bit at Kirk’s neck.
Kirk began to shake with the effort of not responding to Spock’s ministrations. “Don’t touch me, I don’t want to be yours,” he ground out, a bit breathless.
“You can not lie to me, I have seen your mind,” he whispered harshly in his ear.
“I will not leave the USS Enterprise,” he left the ‘or my Spock’ unspoken.
“You have no choice in the matter,” Spock replied coldly. He grabbed Kirk by the hips, lifted him, and slammed him back against the wall hard. Kirk groaned from the hot burst of pain that shot down his back. Spock held his hips in an uncomfortably tight grip.
“You are mine,” Spock repeated and ground against Kirk and bit hard into the juncture where neck met shoulder drawing blood, marking him. Kirk was completely overwhelmed and moaned from the onslaught of pleasure/pain. Suddenly Spock’s fingers were against his face and before Kirk could jerk away or protest Spock had melded their minds.
Kirk tried to withdraw from the dark oppressive force of this other-Spock’s thoughts, but he couldn’t escape. He could feel Spock greedily pushing into his mind, reveling in the mental contact.
Kirk had never felt more exposed. This was nothing like the gentle way his Spock dealt with him. Kirk was scared of the unfamiliar touch in his mind, tried to shy way from the probing touch.
Then he felt Spock prodding at something in his mind none too carefully and Kirk felt himself being forced towards climax. Soon he was coming with a shout. When his mind was his own again, he opened his eyes to look up at a satisfied smirking Spock.
“See how pleasurable this will be?” Spock asked, teeth grazing his ear. Kirk merely shivered in response.
Spock pushed himself off Kirk clearly enjoying the way Kirk had to scrabble at the wall to support himself without Spock. “I will return to collect you later,” he informed Jim before folding his hands behind in his back and striding out of the room in a collected business-like matter.
Kirk slid down the wall and collapsed on the floor in a shaking heap struggling to collect himself. He ran a mental check of himself, he was alone in his mind so thankfully it seemed that Spock hadn’t forced him into a bond.
After a time Kirk was able to maneuver himself into a sitting position. This other-Spock was insane; he couldn’t just kidnap Jim because his version was dead. That was just wrong on so many levels, but that didn’t seem to be stopping him. He wondered vaguely if other-Spock was a sociopath. He quickly snapped out of his ponderings about the other universe when he remembered other-Spock’s threat/promise.
Jim did not want to go to the other Enterprise; from his impressions of it from the meld it seemed creepy as fuck there. Plus he liked it here and he didn’t think his Spock would be too pleased if Jim left. In fact Jim was willing to bet the Enterprise that his peace-loving Spock would kill to prevent Jim from being kidnapped. And why didn’t he think of that before?
Jim booked it out of his room not wanting to waste any time since other-Spock hadn’t exactly given him a timeline to accompany his creepy threat. He punched the Captain’s override code in and entered Spock’s room. He briefly considered joining Spock in his bed, but didn’t want to freak Spock out, even though now he was pretty certain Spock wouldn’t mind.
Instead he stripped down to his boxers (he could never get comfortable enough to sleep in his clothes), grabbed a blanket, and snuggled up on Spock’s couch. It was more than warm enough in Spock’s room to sleep without a blanket, but Jim didn’t want his bruises to be the first thing Spock saw. Jim drifted off to sleep easily. He had always felt the safest with Spock.
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When Spock woke up he could tell something was different. He sat up and surveyed his room. Spock instantly spotted a pile of blankets on his couch, a pile of gently breathing blankets if his hearing wasn’t to be trusted. He got up to investigate. What he found almost took his breath away; Jim Kirk was cocooned in a blanket curled up on his couch sleeping heavily. His sleep mussed dark blond hair was the only part of him visible.
It was logical to assume that Jim had sought refuge in his room because he did not feel safe in his own. Jim clearly trusted him a great deal, which caused Spock to feel a swell of affection for him. Knowing immediately the cause of Jim’s fear for his safety Spock began to gently pull the blanket away from Jim in order to assess if he was injured.
When Spock began to remove the blanket Jim began to whimper softly and wriggle in his sleep. Spock steadied him by placing a hand between his shoulder blades and pulled on the blanket. Spock was distracted from his intent by the sight of Jim in nothing but a pair of plaid boxers. He looked completely relaxed and open in his sleeping state and Spock wanted nothing more than to possess him.
Spock reached out placing a finger gently on Jim’s face and slowly ran it down the curve of his jaw, enjoying the feel of the soft skin beneath his finger. He traced his hand farther down along the line of Jim’s neck, he stilled suddenly at the swollen bite mark at juncture where Jim’s neck met his shoulder.
Violent emotions bubbled up in Spock. He felt the urge to find who had done this and rip him apart for daring to mark what was rightfully his. Jim had never officially declared himself to be Spock’s, but here he was on his couch putting his safety in Spock’s hands, and that spoke as loudly as any mark. Spock’s anger grew at the sight of the purple bruises splotched across Jim’s hips. Spock reached out and covered a bruise with his hand, feeling the warm pulse of Jim through his skin, watched as his own fingers matched up with the lines of the handprint shaped bruise.
He stared down at his hand against the tan skin of Jim’s hip before quickly snatching it back and walking away from Jim to rummage through the box where he kept emergency medical supplies.
Once he found the dermal regenerator Spock quickly healed the mark on Jim’s neck, before he healed the bruises on his hips into nonexistence as well. Once he was done Spock gently ran a hand up and down Jim’s side feeling the skin and the muscle beneath. His breathing hitched when Jim leaned into his touch, beginning to stir awake. Soon blue eyes were blinking up sleepily at him.
“Hey, Spock.”
Spock rested his hand against Jim’s face, “Hello Jim.”
Jim turned his head into Spock’s touch. “You like me in your room.”
“Very much so,” he confessed with a slight smile before he turned serious. “You will not see my counterpart without me being present from this point on.”
“Trust me, I don’t plan on it. The other me was his bondmate, he wants to bond me to him. Take me back with him.”
Spock’s hands tightened on Jim’s arms. “He can not have you. You are…” Spock hesitated, not wanting to claim Jim against his will.
Jim sat up gaze burning into Spock, “Say it Spock, yours. I’m yours. I know you want me. You can have me, you can have everything.”
“Jim,” he breathed bringing his mouth gently against Jim’s. “Mine.”
When Jim’s tongue gently licked against the seam of Spock’s mouth seeking entrance, he quickly granted it opening his mouth against Jim’s. He reveled in the delicious wet sensations, wanting that mouth, those lips around his fingers, everywhere. When he felt the stress and exhaustion seeping through their contact along with the lust, desire, and love Spock gently disentangled their mouths.
Spock rested his forehead against Jim’s, gently holding his face. He watched the blond eyelashes flicker, fighting against exhaustion. “Sleep Jim, you need your rest.”
Jim made a noise of protest and moved to bring their mouths together again, but Spock gently stopped him with a hand against his mouth. “Rest, there will be time for this later.”
“There better be,” Jim muttered petulantly and Spock let the corners of his mouth turn upwards.
As Jim’s eyes shut and breathing evened out, Spock made a decision. He leaned down and easily scooped up the Captain. He savored the almost naked state of Jim and how pliant and yielding he was in his arms. He wanted so much to continue what they’d started on the couch, but Spock knew that wasn’t what Kirk needed right now. Spock gently arranged Kirk under the covers. He ran his fingers soothingly through Jim’s soft hair until he fell into a deep sleep, his breathing low and even. Spock reluctantly left the bed to get work done while he waited. Knowing himself he knew it wouldn’t be long.
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Spock was at his desk looking over different formulas and documents that Scotty had sent him when his door slid open. Spock had had dealings with another version of himself before, but not one who matched him in age. It was disconcerting to say the least.
Other-Spock looked at him with extreme distaste. “I had not expected to find James unbonded in this universe. I will not regret taking him from you.”
“Jim is not going anywhere,” Spock responded coolly. “You imply that I have been negligent in my behavior towards him, but it is not I who mistreated him to the extent that he is afraid to be in your presence.”
“I can assure you that he enjoyed everything I did to him last night, I could feel his pleasure through the meld,” other-Spock watched Spock’s fists clench in satisfaction, he knew exactly what to say to hurt him.
“You will leave this universe, and go back to your own. You have duties and responsibilities there. It is not logical to put them aside for this fruitless mission.”
“This mission is most logical for I will return with a Captain that will restore operations to their optimum level.”
“Your argument is flawed. You are making an incorrect assumption that this Jim is the same as the one you knew. He may be able to survive under the conditions you will thrust him into, but he will not flourish.” Spock’s eyes involuntarily flickered towards his bed, where Jim lay sleeping.
Other-Spock followed his gaze, seeing Jim sleeping his demeanor softened minutely. “We are so similar, yet I do not understand your actions. You are so adamant on keeping him with you, you understand that you will not be entirely whole without the bond and yet you have not created one. For what do you wait?”
“For Jim to be ready.”
“He is always our t’hy’la, the passage of time does not make this more or less so. The minute I recognized this potential in my James I bonded us. Once we were bonded he was unable to deny that we were better together. He was never able to deny me anything after that.”
“I do not wish for Jim to have any lingering doubts, I wish for him to trust me absolutely before I make him mine. I suggest you leave the universe and desist in your attempts to disrupt it.”
“I have no reason for continued existence there without Jim.”
“Yeah, you do you pointy-eared hobgoblin,” said a voice from the door startling both Spocks. Their concentration on each other had been so intense they hadn’t heard the door open.
“Dr. McCoy, may I inquire as to your business in this universe,” other-Spock asked this other-McCoy.
“Someone had to remind you that you had business to attend to before you went gallivanting off through other universes.”
“Mr. Sulu is proficient enough to Captain the Enterprise in my absence.”
“I’m not talking about that kind of business.” Both Spocks raised an eyebrow at him. “I came here, because I figured you wouldn’t want to miss giving those bastards that took Jimmy from us exactly what they deserve. Now, I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, but I’m pretty sure Jimmy would want his memory honored with blood, not with this weird Vulcan pining for your dead soul mate thing you’ve got going.”
Other-Spock seemed to consider McCoy’s words carefully; he turned and looked at the still sleeping Kirk in a way that made Spock tense up all over.
“Boy sure can sleep like a rock in any universe,” McCoy commented, breaking other-Spock out of his reverie.
“I assume you have obtained the intelligence of the identity and location of those responsible.”
“That I have, Spock.”
Other-Spock gave a small smile that sent shivers up Spock’s spine, he would be glad to be rid of this disturbing parallel self.
“Do not persist in acting foolishly,” other-Spock advised Spock before turning to go, “take what is yours.”
Spock did not allow himself to relax until Scotty informed him that the other Dr. McCoy and his counterpart had been returned to their universe.
Spock woke Jim with a gentle shake of the shoulder. “What Spock?” Jim mumbled sleepily without opening his eyes.
The first time Spock followed his counterpart’s advice and took what was his it was with Jim on his back, his wrists held firmly down against the bed by Spock, the air full of the slick sounds of skin against skin, Spock’s praise of his lover, and Jim’s desperate pleas and moans.
And if that was the last time anyone attempted to seduce Kirk away from Spock, it was not from lack of interest in the attractive, charismatic Captain but because it was widely known to the various species affiliated with Starfleet and the Federation that the one who was the responsible for the love bites visible on Captain Kirk was a brilliant mind with extensive political connections and dubious morals when it came to shielding his lover from unwanted attention.
Beta: cozibizzle
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3,469
Trope: au counterparts, jealousy.
Genre: drama, romance
Warnings: some dubcon.
Series: reboot, mirrorverse
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, nor do I claim to.
Summary: Mirror!Spock comes to seduce and kidnap Kirk because the Kirk in his universe who was his bondmate has died. But Spock, who is not in a relationship with his Kirk, is not about to let that happen. Written for this prompt on the kink meme.
Kirk was on his way to his room when Spock stopped him in the hallway. His Spock that was, well his timeline’s Spock. Not the one with the sexy stubble that gave him glances that lingered uncomfortably and who had mysteriously appeared on the transporter at the start of the day.
“It is my understanding that you intend to entertain my counterpart in your quarters this evening.”
“Jesus, Spock, you make it sound like I’m intending to give him a lap dance.” Spock raised an eyebrow. “But now that you mention it…” Kirk began jokingly.
“Captain, you will do no such thing.”
“It was a joke Spock. Look, he’s grieving, he just lost his bondmate. That’s devastating right?”
“Extremely.”
“Right, so I’m going to be on my best diplomatic behavior and try to be comforting.” Kirk gave Spock a calculating look, “Do you want to be there?”
“Speaking with him is disconcerting. More so than speaking with the ambassador.”
Kirk clasped Spock’s shoulder comfortingly, a touch Spock couldn’t stop himself from leaning into. “Chess another night, then?”
“Of course Captain.” Spock gave him a long look. “Be careful Jim. No matter how similar he may seem he is from a different universe with a different relationship with that James Kirk. Unknown variables could cause him to act in unexpected ways.”
“Thanks Spock, I know. I already got a similar speech from Bones.”
“What did Dr. McCoy advise?”
Jim rolled his eyes. “Something along the line of ‘you don’t know who his bondmate was so try not to say anything bad about anyone because you don’t want to end the evening getting strangled to death.’”
Spock paled, “Jim, perhaps it is best if-”
“Don’t worry Spock, I’ll be on my best behavior, promise. I’ll see you later.” With a bright smile and a quick wave, Kirk was gone from Spock’s sight.
“It is not your behavior I am concerned about, Jim,” Spock said under his breath.
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Keeping focused on the chess game at hand was difficult enough with his Spock as Jim would often get distracted with less than professional thoughts. But sitting across from a version of his first officer who seemed darker, more intense somehow, definitely more emotionally unstable. And that facial hair. Kirk was sure he would lose the match. Jim almost did want to risk an insulting remark if it got him pinned against the wall under that body.
Spock’s eyes flicked up to Jim’s waiting for him to make a move. The look he gave Kirk was too raw, intense, it made Kirk’s skin tingle and not in the teenage girl on a date with her crush way, more in an 'oh shit that man’s been following me down this dark alley for the last five minutes' kind of way.
“So,” Kirk began, desperately trying to break the charged silence, “the crew is pretty shocked you’re spending the evening with me instead of with Uhura.”
“And why would they expect me to do such a thing?” The dark eyes flashed up to met his.
“Because they think Uhura was your bondmate.”
Spock raised an eyebrow, “Is this Spock bonded with Uhura?”
“Ah, no. They dated for a bit but they’ve been broken up for a while now.”
“They dated,” Spock said it with disgust and disbelief and Kirk wasn’t sure if it was because this Spock had had an epic romance with his Uhura or because he never considered Uhura worth his time. “Had you made this assumption as well, Captain?”
“Um, well, I hadn’t really thought about it. But, I guess no, not really,” Kirk was way too distracted to focus on strategy at this point and blindly moved a piece. “Ambassador Spock always made a face whenever Spock mentioned ‘Nyota’, so I didn’t really think it was a universal constant.”
“Vulcans do not make faces,” Spock said, moving a piece.
“I don’t about Vulcans, but all the Spocks I know do,” Kirk said with a teasing grin, forgetting which Spock he was with for a moment.
Something dark and pained flashed in Spock’s eyes. “You’re so like him,” his voice was low, his hands gripped the edge of the table. Suddenly he stood up and walked over to stand in front of Kirk. He reached out brushing his fingers over Kirk’s lips. “James,” he breathed, “I have found it difficult to function without you.”
Kirk looked up at him eyes wide, feeling trapped. He was immobilized by the dark hungry gaze familiar and yet so foreign. Then fingers were stroking the skin of his face and neck. He couldn’t help but turn toward the attention, his body seeking more from this man that he had wanted for ages.
Spock smirked down at him as his breathing got heavier. Spock leaned down, thumbs pressing into the muscle next to each of his hips. He bit down on the spot next to Kirk’s jaw, the spot that had the power to turn him into a puddle of incoherent mush. Spock stayed there relentlessly nipping and tonguing at it and rubbing his thumbs hard into the muscle next to his hips until Kirk was moaning for it. Moaning for Spock.
Spock skimmed his mouth along the softly rounded curve of Kirk’s ear before taking the edge between his teeth and tugging; thoroughly enjoying the little gasps and shivers of want from Kirk. “I can hardly wait for us to be back on the ISS Enterprise together,” Spock growled into his ear following it up with a tug to his ear lobe.
“What?” Kirk managed to choke out.
“You are mine James Kirk. It doesn’t matter the universe, James Kirk always belongs to Spock. As you are not bonded to this Spock, it is only logical that I bond with you.”
Able to anticipate Kirk’s protests he shoved three fingers into Kirk’s mouth, effectively gagging him. Spock slowly moved his fingers in and out, fucking Kirk’s mouth with them while simultaneously tugging Kirk’s pants down with the other hand. He began to rub Kirk through his boxers. Spock moaned at the wet, sucking sensation around his sensitive fingers and he enjoyed the vibrations against his fingers from Kirk trying to speak.
When it become clear that Kirk was going to persist in attempting to speak Spock withdrew his fingers. “What?” He spat.
“Stop,” Kirk forced out, struggling to keep back moans or gasps in response to the stimulation Spock was giving him.
“Stop?” Spock asked dangerously raising an eyebrow. “Are you not enjoying this?” He rubbed harder and bit at Kirk’s neck.
Kirk began to shake with the effort of not responding to Spock’s ministrations. “Don’t touch me, I don’t want to be yours,” he ground out, a bit breathless.
“You can not lie to me, I have seen your mind,” he whispered harshly in his ear.
“I will not leave the USS Enterprise,” he left the ‘or my Spock’ unspoken.
“You have no choice in the matter,” Spock replied coldly. He grabbed Kirk by the hips, lifted him, and slammed him back against the wall hard. Kirk groaned from the hot burst of pain that shot down his back. Spock held his hips in an uncomfortably tight grip.
“You are mine,” Spock repeated and ground against Kirk and bit hard into the juncture where neck met shoulder drawing blood, marking him. Kirk was completely overwhelmed and moaned from the onslaught of pleasure/pain. Suddenly Spock’s fingers were against his face and before Kirk could jerk away or protest Spock had melded their minds.
Kirk tried to withdraw from the dark oppressive force of this other-Spock’s thoughts, but he couldn’t escape. He could feel Spock greedily pushing into his mind, reveling in the mental contact.
Kirk had never felt more exposed. This was nothing like the gentle way his Spock dealt with him. Kirk was scared of the unfamiliar touch in his mind, tried to shy way from the probing touch.
Then he felt Spock prodding at something in his mind none too carefully and Kirk felt himself being forced towards climax. Soon he was coming with a shout. When his mind was his own again, he opened his eyes to look up at a satisfied smirking Spock.
“See how pleasurable this will be?” Spock asked, teeth grazing his ear. Kirk merely shivered in response.
Spock pushed himself off Kirk clearly enjoying the way Kirk had to scrabble at the wall to support himself without Spock. “I will return to collect you later,” he informed Jim before folding his hands behind in his back and striding out of the room in a collected business-like matter.
Kirk slid down the wall and collapsed on the floor in a shaking heap struggling to collect himself. He ran a mental check of himself, he was alone in his mind so thankfully it seemed that Spock hadn’t forced him into a bond.
After a time Kirk was able to maneuver himself into a sitting position. This other-Spock was insane; he couldn’t just kidnap Jim because his version was dead. That was just wrong on so many levels, but that didn’t seem to be stopping him. He wondered vaguely if other-Spock was a sociopath. He quickly snapped out of his ponderings about the other universe when he remembered other-Spock’s threat/promise.
Jim did not want to go to the other Enterprise; from his impressions of it from the meld it seemed creepy as fuck there. Plus he liked it here and he didn’t think his Spock would be too pleased if Jim left. In fact Jim was willing to bet the Enterprise that his peace-loving Spock would kill to prevent Jim from being kidnapped. And why didn’t he think of that before?
Jim booked it out of his room not wanting to waste any time since other-Spock hadn’t exactly given him a timeline to accompany his creepy threat. He punched the Captain’s override code in and entered Spock’s room. He briefly considered joining Spock in his bed, but didn’t want to freak Spock out, even though now he was pretty certain Spock wouldn’t mind.
Instead he stripped down to his boxers (he could never get comfortable enough to sleep in his clothes), grabbed a blanket, and snuggled up on Spock’s couch. It was more than warm enough in Spock’s room to sleep without a blanket, but Jim didn’t want his bruises to be the first thing Spock saw. Jim drifted off to sleep easily. He had always felt the safest with Spock.
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When Spock woke up he could tell something was different. He sat up and surveyed his room. Spock instantly spotted a pile of blankets on his couch, a pile of gently breathing blankets if his hearing wasn’t to be trusted. He got up to investigate. What he found almost took his breath away; Jim Kirk was cocooned in a blanket curled up on his couch sleeping heavily. His sleep mussed dark blond hair was the only part of him visible.
It was logical to assume that Jim had sought refuge in his room because he did not feel safe in his own. Jim clearly trusted him a great deal, which caused Spock to feel a swell of affection for him. Knowing immediately the cause of Jim’s fear for his safety Spock began to gently pull the blanket away from Jim in order to assess if he was injured.
When Spock began to remove the blanket Jim began to whimper softly and wriggle in his sleep. Spock steadied him by placing a hand between his shoulder blades and pulled on the blanket. Spock was distracted from his intent by the sight of Jim in nothing but a pair of plaid boxers. He looked completely relaxed and open in his sleeping state and Spock wanted nothing more than to possess him.
Spock reached out placing a finger gently on Jim’s face and slowly ran it down the curve of his jaw, enjoying the feel of the soft skin beneath his finger. He traced his hand farther down along the line of Jim’s neck, he stilled suddenly at the swollen bite mark at juncture where Jim’s neck met his shoulder.
Violent emotions bubbled up in Spock. He felt the urge to find who had done this and rip him apart for daring to mark what was rightfully his. Jim had never officially declared himself to be Spock’s, but here he was on his couch putting his safety in Spock’s hands, and that spoke as loudly as any mark. Spock’s anger grew at the sight of the purple bruises splotched across Jim’s hips. Spock reached out and covered a bruise with his hand, feeling the warm pulse of Jim through his skin, watched as his own fingers matched up with the lines of the handprint shaped bruise.
He stared down at his hand against the tan skin of Jim’s hip before quickly snatching it back and walking away from Jim to rummage through the box where he kept emergency medical supplies.
Once he found the dermal regenerator Spock quickly healed the mark on Jim’s neck, before he healed the bruises on his hips into nonexistence as well. Once he was done Spock gently ran a hand up and down Jim’s side feeling the skin and the muscle beneath. His breathing hitched when Jim leaned into his touch, beginning to stir awake. Soon blue eyes were blinking up sleepily at him.
“Hey, Spock.”
Spock rested his hand against Jim’s face, “Hello Jim.”
Jim turned his head into Spock’s touch. “You like me in your room.”
“Very much so,” he confessed with a slight smile before he turned serious. “You will not see my counterpart without me being present from this point on.”
“Trust me, I don’t plan on it. The other me was his bondmate, he wants to bond me to him. Take me back with him.”
Spock’s hands tightened on Jim’s arms. “He can not have you. You are…” Spock hesitated, not wanting to claim Jim against his will.
Jim sat up gaze burning into Spock, “Say it Spock, yours. I’m yours. I know you want me. You can have me, you can have everything.”
“Jim,” he breathed bringing his mouth gently against Jim’s. “Mine.”
When Jim’s tongue gently licked against the seam of Spock’s mouth seeking entrance, he quickly granted it opening his mouth against Jim’s. He reveled in the delicious wet sensations, wanting that mouth, those lips around his fingers, everywhere. When he felt the stress and exhaustion seeping through their contact along with the lust, desire, and love Spock gently disentangled their mouths.
Spock rested his forehead against Jim’s, gently holding his face. He watched the blond eyelashes flicker, fighting against exhaustion. “Sleep Jim, you need your rest.”
Jim made a noise of protest and moved to bring their mouths together again, but Spock gently stopped him with a hand against his mouth. “Rest, there will be time for this later.”
“There better be,” Jim muttered petulantly and Spock let the corners of his mouth turn upwards.
As Jim’s eyes shut and breathing evened out, Spock made a decision. He leaned down and easily scooped up the Captain. He savored the almost naked state of Jim and how pliant and yielding he was in his arms. He wanted so much to continue what they’d started on the couch, but Spock knew that wasn’t what Kirk needed right now. Spock gently arranged Kirk under the covers. He ran his fingers soothingly through Jim’s soft hair until he fell into a deep sleep, his breathing low and even. Spock reluctantly left the bed to get work done while he waited. Knowing himself he knew it wouldn’t be long.
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Spock was at his desk looking over different formulas and documents that Scotty had sent him when his door slid open. Spock had had dealings with another version of himself before, but not one who matched him in age. It was disconcerting to say the least.
Other-Spock looked at him with extreme distaste. “I had not expected to find James unbonded in this universe. I will not regret taking him from you.”
“Jim is not going anywhere,” Spock responded coolly. “You imply that I have been negligent in my behavior towards him, but it is not I who mistreated him to the extent that he is afraid to be in your presence.”
“I can assure you that he enjoyed everything I did to him last night, I could feel his pleasure through the meld,” other-Spock watched Spock’s fists clench in satisfaction, he knew exactly what to say to hurt him.
“You will leave this universe, and go back to your own. You have duties and responsibilities there. It is not logical to put them aside for this fruitless mission.”
“This mission is most logical for I will return with a Captain that will restore operations to their optimum level.”
“Your argument is flawed. You are making an incorrect assumption that this Jim is the same as the one you knew. He may be able to survive under the conditions you will thrust him into, but he will not flourish.” Spock’s eyes involuntarily flickered towards his bed, where Jim lay sleeping.
Other-Spock followed his gaze, seeing Jim sleeping his demeanor softened minutely. “We are so similar, yet I do not understand your actions. You are so adamant on keeping him with you, you understand that you will not be entirely whole without the bond and yet you have not created one. For what do you wait?”
“For Jim to be ready.”
“He is always our t’hy’la, the passage of time does not make this more or less so. The minute I recognized this potential in my James I bonded us. Once we were bonded he was unable to deny that we were better together. He was never able to deny me anything after that.”
“I do not wish for Jim to have any lingering doubts, I wish for him to trust me absolutely before I make him mine. I suggest you leave the universe and desist in your attempts to disrupt it.”
“I have no reason for continued existence there without Jim.”
“Yeah, you do you pointy-eared hobgoblin,” said a voice from the door startling both Spocks. Their concentration on each other had been so intense they hadn’t heard the door open.
“Dr. McCoy, may I inquire as to your business in this universe,” other-Spock asked this other-McCoy.
“Someone had to remind you that you had business to attend to before you went gallivanting off through other universes.”
“Mr. Sulu is proficient enough to Captain the Enterprise in my absence.”
“I’m not talking about that kind of business.” Both Spocks raised an eyebrow at him. “I came here, because I figured you wouldn’t want to miss giving those bastards that took Jimmy from us exactly what they deserve. Now, I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, but I’m pretty sure Jimmy would want his memory honored with blood, not with this weird Vulcan pining for your dead soul mate thing you’ve got going.”
Other-Spock seemed to consider McCoy’s words carefully; he turned and looked at the still sleeping Kirk in a way that made Spock tense up all over.
“Boy sure can sleep like a rock in any universe,” McCoy commented, breaking other-Spock out of his reverie.
“I assume you have obtained the intelligence of the identity and location of those responsible.”
“That I have, Spock.”
Other-Spock gave a small smile that sent shivers up Spock’s spine, he would be glad to be rid of this disturbing parallel self.
“Do not persist in acting foolishly,” other-Spock advised Spock before turning to go, “take what is yours.”
Spock did not allow himself to relax until Scotty informed him that the other Dr. McCoy and his counterpart had been returned to their universe.
Spock woke Jim with a gentle shake of the shoulder. “What Spock?” Jim mumbled sleepily without opening his eyes.
The first time Spock followed his counterpart’s advice and took what was his it was with Jim on his back, his wrists held firmly down against the bed by Spock, the air full of the slick sounds of skin against skin, Spock’s praise of his lover, and Jim’s desperate pleas and moans.
And if that was the last time anyone attempted to seduce Kirk away from Spock, it was not from lack of interest in the attractive, charismatic Captain but because it was widely known to the various species affiliated with Starfleet and the Federation that the one who was the responsible for the love bites visible on Captain Kirk was a brilliant mind with extensive political connections and dubious morals when it came to shielding his lover from unwanted attention.