FIC: Prompt Response: Star Trek (Reboot)/Labyrinth (Part 6)
Title: I Can Never Remember That Line: Part 6
Author: 3988akasha
Fandom: Star Trek (Reboot)/Labyrinth
Pairing: Spock/Kirk
Warning: dubcon Kirk/Jareth
Ratings: R
Spoilers: 2009 Movie & 1986 Labyrinth
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these ideas/people/stories.
Beta: alanndra
Author's Note: Written in response to the prompt from bones_2_be .
Summary: Bones becomes tired of Spock and the way he treats Jim. When he overhears Sulu and Chekov discussing a myth about the Goblin King, he makes a fatal wish: “If it is the planet of the Goblin King,” Bones muttered, “I wish he’d take away the pointy-eared hobgoblin.”
I Can Never Remember That Line: Part 6
The room shifted in and out of focus as Spock shook with uncontrollable rage, the edges of his vision blurring into a shapeless red hue. Gone was the stoic control prized by all Vulcans. It had been replaced by an all-consuming fire that threatened to destroy him. He’d experienced so many intense emotions simultaneously that his mind was having no small degree of difficulty assimilating all of them. At first, he’d simply felt the rage, quickly followed by extreme helplessness. Then, almost on top of the previous emotions, he’d felt as though his heart had been ripped from his chest, the deep ache as uncomfortable as it was unfamiliar, the sight of Jim returning the Goblin King’s kiss nearly too much for the Vulcan to handle. Upon seeing Jim’s ultimate plan unfold, Spock felt a brief respite from the hostile emotions. For a heartbeat, he felt such an infusion of pride and joy that his darker emotions abated momentarily. His respite was brief. Once he saw the look on Jareth’s face, his reaction to Jim’s actions, he felt a bone-chilling fear. Fear for his dear, reckless friend.
“Jim,” Spock breathed before crumpling to the ground.
* * *
Jareth pulled a blood-smeared finger away from his lip with a chuckle.
“Jim,” Jareth began, voice low, dangerous, “Beware. I have been generous. I can be cruel.”
Knowing it was reckless, but beyond the point of any sort of rationality, Jim snorted. “Generous? Kidnapping my First Officer, forcing me through your labyrinth to bring him back to the Enterprise…these are your ‘generous’ actions?”
Jareth considered Jim silently. He moved closer to him and ran the back of his hand down Jim’s cheek, savoring the feel of his skin.
“You don’t know,” Jareth whispered, “how much I have done for you, Jim. I reordered the universe for you. Yes, Jim. I have been most generous.”
Jim opened his mouth to protest, but stopped. He believed Jareth; at least he believed Jareth believed what he was saying.
“I never asked you to do that,” Jim reminded him gently.
A bitter laugh escaped Jareth’s mouth. He pressed his lips, still streaked with his blood, to Jim’s, forcing him to taste the coppery flavor of Jareth’s blood. Jareth used his mouth to punish Jim for rejecting his generosity, for desiring someone else, for being so irresistibly human. He thrust his tongue into Jim’s mouth, refusing to allow him a chance to adjust to the new assault to his senses. It pleased him to know Jim could feel him growing between them, and ground his need into Jim, forcing Jim to acknowledge how much the Goblin King desired him.
With a growl, Jareth pulled away from Jim, pleased to see the man’s dilated pupils. He spun Jim around, forcing him against the wall. Jareth kicked Jim’s legs apart and pressed himself firmly into his body, rubbing his need into Jim’s perfect ass. Jareth ran his hands up Jim’s sides before trapping his arms above his head. Jareth leaned his head next to Jim’s ear.
“You will grow to appreciate just how generous I’ve been to you, Jim. I can give you anything you want. I will give you the deepest desires of your heart. I have heard the thoughts you harbor, the secrets you won’t reveal to anyone…I can grant you those things you want most.”
Jareth sucked hard on Jim’s neck, marking him. “And in return, you will love me.”
Jim hissed when Jareth bruised his skin. He felt his tenuous hold on his control slipping. While he still wasn’t attracted to the Goblin King, his warm body was pressed up against him, all of his bits aligning with Jim in just the right ways. He fought the urge to press back into Jareth’s crotch, knowing it was simply his body’s reaction to an increase of adrenaline and - and - other scientific things Spock would be able to describe. Focusing his thoughts on Spock allowed Jim to regain more control of himself. He began to think with his brain and not…other parts of his anatomy that were begging for some attention. Although, Jim realized, a smile lighting his face, he may be able to accomplish both.
If Jareth noticed the sudden complacency in Jim’s body, he disregarded it. Jim gave into his body’s demands and pressed his ass back against the Goblin King’s generous hardness, taking momentary pleasure in the relief sweeping through his highly aroused body.
“Let me see you,” Jim asked, softly.
Jareth smiled against Jim’s neck. He knew he’d be able to convince Jim to be his. With a lazy smile on his lips, Jareth released Jim’s arms and allowed him to turn and face him. Slowly, Jareth swept his hot gaze up the Captain, eyes lingering on his obvious arousal tenting his pants before moving to his eyes. Jareth noted the deep blue shade of his soul-capturing eyes and smiled even wider at the knowledge that he’d managed to change the normally defiant glare to one of undisguised pleasure. When he felt Jim reach out and touch him, Jareth moaned. It was a simple touch, but it blazed a trail as Jim continued to trace his arms, to his shoulders, down his chest until Jim’s hands finally settled on the Goblin King’s hips.
“Jim,” Jareth breathed like a supplication before fusing their lips together once more.
Jim allowed the kiss to progress naturally. Idly, he rubbed small circles on Jareth’s hip with his thumbs. When he felt Jareth relax, Jim moved his hands further down the Goblin King’s muscled hips. Clearly encouraged by Jim’s exploring fingers, Jareth began to grind his erection against Jim’s. Unable to keep silent, Jim moaned into the kiss, ashamed to be feeling genuine pleasure from Jareth’s kiss. He returned his hands to Jareth’s hips and moved them around with purpose. Jim smiled when he finally felt it. He moved his mouth away from Jareth, but before the King of the Goblins could more than whimper at the loss, he began to shower his neck with open-mouthed kisses. When Jareth’s head fell back, Jim used his distraction to spin their positions; Jareth growling at Jim’s sudden movement. Jim bit down on Jareth’s neck as he pressed him into the wall, pleased when Jareth quit struggling.
“I knew you’d succumb to me, Jim,” Jareth breathed into his ear.
“Did you?” Jim panted.
“You were destined to be by my side, forever.”
“Destiny?” Jim repeated, pulling away slightly.
“Always.”
“Hm,” Jim mused, moving his hand to where Jareth could see it, his lucky coin between his first and ring fingers. “Heads, you’re wrong and I finish solving your labyrinth, get Spock and go back to my ship. Tails you’re right and I stay with you forever.”
Jareth licked his lips. He would allow Jim to make this move. After their encounter in the oubliette, he had decided to move with Jim’s erratic plays…after all, he was still King of the planet. The reality in this place was his to command.
When Jareth didn’t move to stop him, Jim accepted this as his acquiescence. Before Jareth could rethink his decision, Jim took a small step back and tossed the coin in the air.
Once the coin landed, Jim held his hand over it, bracing himself for the result.
“It’s only forever, Jim. Not long at all,” Jareth whispered.
Jim met his gaze and held it for a moment before removing his hand. He looked down at the coin.
“Your move, Jareth,” Jim said, voice soft.
“Run, Jim,” Jareth told Jim, “This is the end of my generosity.”
“Oh no, the cleaners!” Hoggle’s panicked voice came from behind Jim.
Jim spun to face the voice, and then quickly spun back - Jareth was gone.
“The what?” Jim asked.
“You’ve really done it this time,” Hoggle grumbled.
“Done what?” Jim asked, disoriented from the sudden lack of stimulus.
“RUN!”
Jim took off after Hoggle. He turned back and saw a giant, multi-headed drill chasing them down the tunnel. They ran until the tunnel dead-ended at a chained, locked gate. Jim looked around for something to pry the bars with, but found nothing. A short distance before the gate was a large stone slab that had been used to cover up a hole.
“Here,” Jim yelled, moving to push against the piece of stone. He felt it give a little, and pushed against it with all of his strength, the sound of the cleaner careening down the tunnel reminding him that death would be the result should he fail to move the stone slab.
“Ohhhhh,” Hoggle cried, fearing the cleaner would kill them both.
At the last moment, the stone slab gave way and they both tumbled to the ground.
“Umpf,” Jim groaned, pleased to be alive, but tired of falling.
“Ah, this is what we need,” Hoggle announced, “A ladder. Follow me.”
Jim looked around the room. His only other option was to go back into the tunnel. “Like I have a better choice.”
Silently, Jim followed Hoggle up the ladder. When the small creature pushed open a lid and sunlight streamed down, Jim could have wept with joy. He crawled out of the vase after Hoggle and found himself in a courtyard. There were hedges all around in the expected labyrinthine pattern. Odd statues dotted the area around a giant sundial.
“From here, you’re on your own,” Hoggle told Jim.
“On my own? You’ve been no help to me at all,” Jim pointed out.
“I’m getting as far away from you as possible.”
“Away from me? What’d I do?”
“Everything. Jareth sending the cleaner, making me disappear then reappear just in time…no, staying far away from you, that’s for sure.”
“Jareth brought you back to the tunnel for a reason, Hoggle.”
“No matter,” Hoggle waved his hand dismissively, “Leaving you here. Find your own way through the labyrinth.”
“The good kind of coward,” Jim muttered.
“You would be too, if you knew what’s good for you,” Hoggle sputtered. “Jareth scares me. Ain’t no shame there.”
“Go on then,” Jim told him. “I’ll deal with Jareth on my own.”
* * *
Spock recovered from his brief period of unconsciousness swiftly, the overflow of emotions requiring an outlet. After a brief assessment of his current health, he determined his brief blackout was due to his body’s inability to cope with the deluge of emotion not normally acknowledged by Vulcans. As his surroundings came into focus once more, Spock feared his emotions would overcome him again as he heard Jim’s breathy “let me see you” from the screen in the throne room. Once again, Spock felt the flood of emotions as he watched the scene between his Captain and the Goblin King unfold. Spock held his breath as he watched the coin spin through the air. He had, on numerous occasions, witnessed his Captain use such methods to decide something, but he disliked it especially now when so much was dependent upon the probability of the coin landing heads-up.
“Run, Jim,” Spock heard Jareth tell his Captain, “This is the end of my generosity.”
“Enjoying my labyrinth now, Spock?” Jareth asked as he materialized in the room.
Spock whirled to face the Goblin King. “The Captain has, as I informed you, beaten your latest attempt to seduce him.”
“You saw him, heard him panting for me, Spock. Even you can see his resolve is wavering,” Jareth taunted.
In a flash of speed, Spock moved across the room and grasped Jareth by the neck before throwing him into a nearby wall. Jareth hit the wall hard, but was on his feet quickly.
“You’re taking advantage of my hospitality, Spock,” Jareth told him, dangerously.
With a sweep of his hand, Jareth backhanded Spock across the room.
“Jim will be mine.”
Surprised by the Goblin King’s strength, it took Spock a moment to recover from the blow. When he’d once again gained his feet, Jareth was standing in front of him. Knowing they were more closely matched in terms of strength then he’d first believed, Spock circled Jareth slowly as he devised a course of action better aligned with his opponent’s strength. He thought briefly about how Jim would approach such an opponent. While he and Jim had never sparred together, he had on occasion observed Jim work through various hand-to-hand combat exercises. As with most of Jim’s choices, there appeared to be no logic to his movements, but even so, he maintained a high level of success.
“Should I tell you how he tastes?” Jareth asked, an evil glint in his eye.
Knowing the Goblin King was using his speech to elicit an emotional response, Spock blocked his statements. In any case, the questions were unnecessary, as Jareth was already aware of Spock’s answers.
“How his body responds before his mind registers the arousal caused by my lips on his, my hands on his body?” Jareth continued.
Unable to prohibit the motion, Spock attacked the Goblin King again, launching them both to the ground. He latched his hands around Jareth’s neck and squeezed. For the second time in an inexcusably short period of time, Spock’s emotions overtook his higher cognitive processes and the room moved in and out of focus. He found himself enjoying the feel of Jareth struggling for breath beneath his hands.
In a split second, Spock found his hands empty. Jareth stood above him, a dark look on his face. Before Spock could move to engage Jareth once more, he found himself held immobile by an invisible force.
“Tsk, tsk. I must remind Jim to teach his crew better manners.”
Jareth snapped his fingers and a line of goblins walked into the throne room carrying large diameter metal chains. Under the observant eye of their liege, the goblins quickly secured the chains around Spock to ensure he remained immobile and to ensure he was no longer a threat to their ruler. Spock felt himself lifted from the ground by the chains secured to his wrists. The goblins continued to hoist him up until his toes grazed the ground only if he stretched. A metal collar was attached to his neck with a chain securing it to the wall behind him. Now, if he were to struggle with the chains restraining his arms, he would choke himself.
Thoroughly restrained, Spock growled loudly.
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Author: 3988akasha
Fandom: Star Trek (Reboot)/Labyrinth
Pairing: Spock/Kirk
Warning: dubcon Kirk/Jareth
Ratings: R
Spoilers: 2009 Movie & 1986 Labyrinth
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these ideas/people/stories.
Beta: alanndra
Author's Note: Written in response to the prompt from bones_2_be .
Summary: Bones becomes tired of Spock and the way he treats Jim. When he overhears Sulu and Chekov discussing a myth about the Goblin King, he makes a fatal wish: “If it is the planet of the Goblin King,” Bones muttered, “I wish he’d take away the pointy-eared hobgoblin.”
I Can Never Remember That Line: Part 6
The room shifted in and out of focus as Spock shook with uncontrollable rage, the edges of his vision blurring into a shapeless red hue. Gone was the stoic control prized by all Vulcans. It had been replaced by an all-consuming fire that threatened to destroy him. He’d experienced so many intense emotions simultaneously that his mind was having no small degree of difficulty assimilating all of them. At first, he’d simply felt the rage, quickly followed by extreme helplessness. Then, almost on top of the previous emotions, he’d felt as though his heart had been ripped from his chest, the deep ache as uncomfortable as it was unfamiliar, the sight of Jim returning the Goblin King’s kiss nearly too much for the Vulcan to handle. Upon seeing Jim’s ultimate plan unfold, Spock felt a brief respite from the hostile emotions. For a heartbeat, he felt such an infusion of pride and joy that his darker emotions abated momentarily. His respite was brief. Once he saw the look on Jareth’s face, his reaction to Jim’s actions, he felt a bone-chilling fear. Fear for his dear, reckless friend.
“Jim,” Spock breathed before crumpling to the ground.
* * *
Jareth pulled a blood-smeared finger away from his lip with a chuckle.
“Jim,” Jareth began, voice low, dangerous, “Beware. I have been generous. I can be cruel.”
Knowing it was reckless, but beyond the point of any sort of rationality, Jim snorted. “Generous? Kidnapping my First Officer, forcing me through your labyrinth to bring him back to the Enterprise…these are your ‘generous’ actions?”
Jareth considered Jim silently. He moved closer to him and ran the back of his hand down Jim’s cheek, savoring the feel of his skin.
“You don’t know,” Jareth whispered, “how much I have done for you, Jim. I reordered the universe for you. Yes, Jim. I have been most generous.”
Jim opened his mouth to protest, but stopped. He believed Jareth; at least he believed Jareth believed what he was saying.
“I never asked you to do that,” Jim reminded him gently.
A bitter laugh escaped Jareth’s mouth. He pressed his lips, still streaked with his blood, to Jim’s, forcing him to taste the coppery flavor of Jareth’s blood. Jareth used his mouth to punish Jim for rejecting his generosity, for desiring someone else, for being so irresistibly human. He thrust his tongue into Jim’s mouth, refusing to allow him a chance to adjust to the new assault to his senses. It pleased him to know Jim could feel him growing between them, and ground his need into Jim, forcing Jim to acknowledge how much the Goblin King desired him.
With a growl, Jareth pulled away from Jim, pleased to see the man’s dilated pupils. He spun Jim around, forcing him against the wall. Jareth kicked Jim’s legs apart and pressed himself firmly into his body, rubbing his need into Jim’s perfect ass. Jareth ran his hands up Jim’s sides before trapping his arms above his head. Jareth leaned his head next to Jim’s ear.
“You will grow to appreciate just how generous I’ve been to you, Jim. I can give you anything you want. I will give you the deepest desires of your heart. I have heard the thoughts you harbor, the secrets you won’t reveal to anyone…I can grant you those things you want most.”
Jareth sucked hard on Jim’s neck, marking him. “And in return, you will love me.”
Jim hissed when Jareth bruised his skin. He felt his tenuous hold on his control slipping. While he still wasn’t attracted to the Goblin King, his warm body was pressed up against him, all of his bits aligning with Jim in just the right ways. He fought the urge to press back into Jareth’s crotch, knowing it was simply his body’s reaction to an increase of adrenaline and - and - other scientific things Spock would be able to describe. Focusing his thoughts on Spock allowed Jim to regain more control of himself. He began to think with his brain and not…other parts of his anatomy that were begging for some attention. Although, Jim realized, a smile lighting his face, he may be able to accomplish both.
If Jareth noticed the sudden complacency in Jim’s body, he disregarded it. Jim gave into his body’s demands and pressed his ass back against the Goblin King’s generous hardness, taking momentary pleasure in the relief sweeping through his highly aroused body.
“Let me see you,” Jim asked, softly.
Jareth smiled against Jim’s neck. He knew he’d be able to convince Jim to be his. With a lazy smile on his lips, Jareth released Jim’s arms and allowed him to turn and face him. Slowly, Jareth swept his hot gaze up the Captain, eyes lingering on his obvious arousal tenting his pants before moving to his eyes. Jareth noted the deep blue shade of his soul-capturing eyes and smiled even wider at the knowledge that he’d managed to change the normally defiant glare to one of undisguised pleasure. When he felt Jim reach out and touch him, Jareth moaned. It was a simple touch, but it blazed a trail as Jim continued to trace his arms, to his shoulders, down his chest until Jim’s hands finally settled on the Goblin King’s hips.
“Jim,” Jareth breathed like a supplication before fusing their lips together once more.
Jim allowed the kiss to progress naturally. Idly, he rubbed small circles on Jareth’s hip with his thumbs. When he felt Jareth relax, Jim moved his hands further down the Goblin King’s muscled hips. Clearly encouraged by Jim’s exploring fingers, Jareth began to grind his erection against Jim’s. Unable to keep silent, Jim moaned into the kiss, ashamed to be feeling genuine pleasure from Jareth’s kiss. He returned his hands to Jareth’s hips and moved them around with purpose. Jim smiled when he finally felt it. He moved his mouth away from Jareth, but before the King of the Goblins could more than whimper at the loss, he began to shower his neck with open-mouthed kisses. When Jareth’s head fell back, Jim used his distraction to spin their positions; Jareth growling at Jim’s sudden movement. Jim bit down on Jareth’s neck as he pressed him into the wall, pleased when Jareth quit struggling.
“I knew you’d succumb to me, Jim,” Jareth breathed into his ear.
“Did you?” Jim panted.
“You were destined to be by my side, forever.”
“Destiny?” Jim repeated, pulling away slightly.
“Always.”
“Hm,” Jim mused, moving his hand to where Jareth could see it, his lucky coin between his first and ring fingers. “Heads, you’re wrong and I finish solving your labyrinth, get Spock and go back to my ship. Tails you’re right and I stay with you forever.”
Jareth licked his lips. He would allow Jim to make this move. After their encounter in the oubliette, he had decided to move with Jim’s erratic plays…after all, he was still King of the planet. The reality in this place was his to command.
When Jareth didn’t move to stop him, Jim accepted this as his acquiescence. Before Jareth could rethink his decision, Jim took a small step back and tossed the coin in the air.
Once the coin landed, Jim held his hand over it, bracing himself for the result.
“It’s only forever, Jim. Not long at all,” Jareth whispered.
Jim met his gaze and held it for a moment before removing his hand. He looked down at the coin.
“Your move, Jareth,” Jim said, voice soft.
“Run, Jim,” Jareth told Jim, “This is the end of my generosity.”
“Oh no, the cleaners!” Hoggle’s panicked voice came from behind Jim.
Jim spun to face the voice, and then quickly spun back - Jareth was gone.
“The what?” Jim asked.
“You’ve really done it this time,” Hoggle grumbled.
“Done what?” Jim asked, disoriented from the sudden lack of stimulus.
“RUN!”
Jim took off after Hoggle. He turned back and saw a giant, multi-headed drill chasing them down the tunnel. They ran until the tunnel dead-ended at a chained, locked gate. Jim looked around for something to pry the bars with, but found nothing. A short distance before the gate was a large stone slab that had been used to cover up a hole.
“Here,” Jim yelled, moving to push against the piece of stone. He felt it give a little, and pushed against it with all of his strength, the sound of the cleaner careening down the tunnel reminding him that death would be the result should he fail to move the stone slab.
“Ohhhhh,” Hoggle cried, fearing the cleaner would kill them both.
At the last moment, the stone slab gave way and they both tumbled to the ground.
“Umpf,” Jim groaned, pleased to be alive, but tired of falling.
“Ah, this is what we need,” Hoggle announced, “A ladder. Follow me.”
Jim looked around the room. His only other option was to go back into the tunnel. “Like I have a better choice.”
Silently, Jim followed Hoggle up the ladder. When the small creature pushed open a lid and sunlight streamed down, Jim could have wept with joy. He crawled out of the vase after Hoggle and found himself in a courtyard. There were hedges all around in the expected labyrinthine pattern. Odd statues dotted the area around a giant sundial.
“From here, you’re on your own,” Hoggle told Jim.
“On my own? You’ve been no help to me at all,” Jim pointed out.
“I’m getting as far away from you as possible.”
“Away from me? What’d I do?”
“Everything. Jareth sending the cleaner, making me disappear then reappear just in time…no, staying far away from you, that’s for sure.”
“Jareth brought you back to the tunnel for a reason, Hoggle.”
“No matter,” Hoggle waved his hand dismissively, “Leaving you here. Find your own way through the labyrinth.”
“The good kind of coward,” Jim muttered.
“You would be too, if you knew what’s good for you,” Hoggle sputtered. “Jareth scares me. Ain’t no shame there.”
“Go on then,” Jim told him. “I’ll deal with Jareth on my own.”
* * *
Spock recovered from his brief period of unconsciousness swiftly, the overflow of emotions requiring an outlet. After a brief assessment of his current health, he determined his brief blackout was due to his body’s inability to cope with the deluge of emotion not normally acknowledged by Vulcans. As his surroundings came into focus once more, Spock feared his emotions would overcome him again as he heard Jim’s breathy “let me see you” from the screen in the throne room. Once again, Spock felt the flood of emotions as he watched the scene between his Captain and the Goblin King unfold. Spock held his breath as he watched the coin spin through the air. He had, on numerous occasions, witnessed his Captain use such methods to decide something, but he disliked it especially now when so much was dependent upon the probability of the coin landing heads-up.
“Run, Jim,” Spock heard Jareth tell his Captain, “This is the end of my generosity.”
“Enjoying my labyrinth now, Spock?” Jareth asked as he materialized in the room.
Spock whirled to face the Goblin King. “The Captain has, as I informed you, beaten your latest attempt to seduce him.”
“You saw him, heard him panting for me, Spock. Even you can see his resolve is wavering,” Jareth taunted.
In a flash of speed, Spock moved across the room and grasped Jareth by the neck before throwing him into a nearby wall. Jareth hit the wall hard, but was on his feet quickly.
“You’re taking advantage of my hospitality, Spock,” Jareth told him, dangerously.
With a sweep of his hand, Jareth backhanded Spock across the room.
“Jim will be mine.”
Surprised by the Goblin King’s strength, it took Spock a moment to recover from the blow. When he’d once again gained his feet, Jareth was standing in front of him. Knowing they were more closely matched in terms of strength then he’d first believed, Spock circled Jareth slowly as he devised a course of action better aligned with his opponent’s strength. He thought briefly about how Jim would approach such an opponent. While he and Jim had never sparred together, he had on occasion observed Jim work through various hand-to-hand combat exercises. As with most of Jim’s choices, there appeared to be no logic to his movements, but even so, he maintained a high level of success.
“Should I tell you how he tastes?” Jareth asked, an evil glint in his eye.
Knowing the Goblin King was using his speech to elicit an emotional response, Spock blocked his statements. In any case, the questions were unnecessary, as Jareth was already aware of Spock’s answers.
“How his body responds before his mind registers the arousal caused by my lips on his, my hands on his body?” Jareth continued.
Unable to prohibit the motion, Spock attacked the Goblin King again, launching them both to the ground. He latched his hands around Jareth’s neck and squeezed. For the second time in an inexcusably short period of time, Spock’s emotions overtook his higher cognitive processes and the room moved in and out of focus. He found himself enjoying the feel of Jareth struggling for breath beneath his hands.
In a split second, Spock found his hands empty. Jareth stood above him, a dark look on his face. Before Spock could move to engage Jareth once more, he found himself held immobile by an invisible force.
“Tsk, tsk. I must remind Jim to teach his crew better manners.”
Jareth snapped his fingers and a line of goblins walked into the throne room carrying large diameter metal chains. Under the observant eye of their liege, the goblins quickly secured the chains around Spock to ensure he remained immobile and to ensure he was no longer a threat to their ruler. Spock felt himself lifted from the ground by the chains secured to his wrists. The goblins continued to hoist him up until his toes grazed the ground only if he stretched. A metal collar was attached to his neck with a chain securing it to the wall behind him. Now, if he were to struggle with the chains restraining his arms, he would choke himself.
Thoroughly restrained, Spock growled loudly.
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