Two M!U Comment Fics
Wrote these back in January for jim_and_bones semi-weeklies. Pictures here and here. (you have to join the community to see sorry)
Title: Drag You
Word Count: 500
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable wall?
A/N: it was only my second time writing M!U, so it's got some issues.
Jim Kirk was one charismatic asshole, and everyone knew it. What not a lot of people knew, was that he was just as likely to knife you in the back as smile at you. McCoy was one of those people. He was also an asshole, but his was more in-your-face, 'I'll drop something in your food if you look at me funny' asshole.
So when they met, everyone on campus held their breath. The best of the Physicians Corp versus the best of the Command Track, two of the most vicious, competitive areas of 'study', going head to head was bound to be at least an interesting show.
And it ended up being spectacularly uneventful. Kirk grinned and patted McCoy on the back, and McCoy growled and walked away. What no one really knew, was that their explosive meeting had already taken place, away from prying eyes and laughing mouths.
~*~
"I'm Jim Kirk," Kirk said, tossing his bag on one of the beds, not really paying attention to the other man in the room, content that his innate proximity 'alarms' would serve him well.
"Good for you," his new roommate replied, not turning around or acknowledging him in any way. That, Kirk couldn't have. No one was supposed to dismiss him, no one ever had. He sidled closer to his new roommate, and was met with the tip of a dagger to his leg, right over his femoral artery. "You don't touch me."
"Touchy," he commented lightly, aware that he'd been shown up, but somehow not too worried about it. And then he actually looked at the man and had to grin. "Hey, doc! How are you?"
"I'd be doing better if I didn't have to look at your ugly ass," the man replied, turning away from him again. And that was funny. That the man obviously either didn't consider him a threat, or considered himself enough of a match not to have to worry about it. Time to change that.
He pulled his own dagger, putting it up under the doc's chin, pulling him into a standing position. The man followed him up grudgingly, and then it was an all-out brawl, both of them getting nicked and bruised and generally hurt, before McCoy was pinning him to a bed, biting savagely at his neck.
He snatched at McCoy's hair, trying to pull him away, only to have his shirt ripped off completely, and McCoy pulling away to pull his own off before returning, pushing his head back and scraping at his Adam's Apple.
From there it just got fun, neither of them giving an inch, and when McCoy pushed in dry, he stifled his cry of pain in the older man's neck, biting down hard enough to draw blood, and then they were moving together, grunts and groans rising around them like a chorus, neither of them giving up, giving in.
When it was all over, Jim resolved to tie the doctor to the bed and return the favor, as soon as he could move.
And he did, with interest.
Title: Reason for Being Dangerous
Word Count: 678
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In the end, it's not about anything but control.
A/N: Written for the very next semi after Drag You, as a sequel. Features Reaper!Bones (nebulously, but yeah)
Leonard McCoy hadn't always been a doctor, and in fact, had long since decided that he'd ceased being human when he picked up the lab coat, all those years ago. It may well have been before that, though, in the hallways of a facility that now existed only in legend, and not even legends of this world, that he'd lost it. He'd once been a soldier, a man burdened by his name, but he'd emerged from his nightmare into Hell, a place by the name of the Empire.
So he'd lived under the radar, morals and emotion falling away until he was a parody of his former self, the Hippocratic Oath he'd taken now more of the Hypocritical, more likely to kill a patient than heal them. But that was the way things went here, save the important, or kill them, all in the name of power.
So when he met Jim Kirk, he didn't kow-tow, didn't bow and scrape, and he sure as hell didn't underestimate him. Every time Kirk cornered him though, if no one else was around, he backed down, or at least he had after the first few testing of the waters. Because he was tired, and felt immeasurably old next to the bright young man who shared his room and his bed.
But he wasn't submissive, and he made sure to point that out, even in the midst of some of the best sex he'd had in a long time, made better by his furtive insistence on lube and preparation.
"Caesaro, Bones, just fucking let me in already!" Kirk growled, even as Leonard kept his legs closed, pinning Kirk's arms above them to the bed, controlling him even though he was most definitely on top.
"Gotta ask nice, Kid," he panted, already close with all the wrestling they'd done to get to this point. His hole was gaping, grasping, but he knew better than to give in to what his body wanted, to let go before Kirk acknowledged his power.
"Fine, fuck! Please, Bones. Wanna be in you. Need in you, Caesaro fuck!" And then, still holding Kirk's wrists in one hand, Leonard opened his legs and lined Kirk up, not giving him any kind of leverage at all, keeping him stretched out, making him work for every torturous inch.
By the time Kirk was seated inside him, Leonard's shoulder was bleeding from the younger man's teeth, an injury that healed over in moments, not that the other one noticed, eyes tight shut at the pressure as Leonard rippled his muscles. And then he rolled them so he was on top, sinking further on Kirk's dick, not giving the man an inch, pinning his arms more firmly before beginning to ride him, biting his lips and jaw as he did, driving both of them up to that pinnacle, slowly but surely.
Every cry from Kirk spurred him on, and he moved faster, harder, needing to hear more, to get that surrender, to feel the power rushing over him much more heady than any orgasm ever could. And when Kirk finally came with a scream, Leonard's lips planted at his pulse point, Leonard felt the way he always did afterward, virile and powerful and alive, more alive than he'd thought was possible before all this started.
A tiny voice began to shrill in the back of his mind, warning him that this wasn't real, wasn't how love was supposed to work, and as always, he ruthlessly silenced it, not allowing the seed of discontent, of doubt, to take root as he stroked himself to completion, striping Kirk's chest and squeezing tight around his softening dick, wrenching a louder cry, more of pain than pleasure.
And then Leonard reached to his nightstand and hypoed Kirk into unconsciousness, knowing better than to let him get the upper hand while both of them were naked. He got up and left Kirk tangled in his sheets, a sight that was possibly the most proprietary thing he'd ever seen, because for all that Kirk was a dominating figure, Leonard still had all the power he needed to control him.
Title: Drag You
Word Count: 500
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable wall?
A/N: it was only my second time writing M!U, so it's got some issues.
Jim Kirk was one charismatic asshole, and everyone knew it. What not a lot of people knew, was that he was just as likely to knife you in the back as smile at you. McCoy was one of those people. He was also an asshole, but his was more in-your-face, 'I'll drop something in your food if you look at me funny' asshole.
So when they met, everyone on campus held their breath. The best of the Physicians Corp versus the best of the Command Track, two of the most vicious, competitive areas of 'study', going head to head was bound to be at least an interesting show.
And it ended up being spectacularly uneventful. Kirk grinned and patted McCoy on the back, and McCoy growled and walked away. What no one really knew, was that their explosive meeting had already taken place, away from prying eyes and laughing mouths.
~*~
"I'm Jim Kirk," Kirk said, tossing his bag on one of the beds, not really paying attention to the other man in the room, content that his innate proximity 'alarms' would serve him well.
"Good for you," his new roommate replied, not turning around or acknowledging him in any way. That, Kirk couldn't have. No one was supposed to dismiss him, no one ever had. He sidled closer to his new roommate, and was met with the tip of a dagger to his leg, right over his femoral artery. "You don't touch me."
"Touchy," he commented lightly, aware that he'd been shown up, but somehow not too worried about it. And then he actually looked at the man and had to grin. "Hey, doc! How are you?"
"I'd be doing better if I didn't have to look at your ugly ass," the man replied, turning away from him again. And that was funny. That the man obviously either didn't consider him a threat, or considered himself enough of a match not to have to worry about it. Time to change that.
He pulled his own dagger, putting it up under the doc's chin, pulling him into a standing position. The man followed him up grudgingly, and then it was an all-out brawl, both of them getting nicked and bruised and generally hurt, before McCoy was pinning him to a bed, biting savagely at his neck.
He snatched at McCoy's hair, trying to pull him away, only to have his shirt ripped off completely, and McCoy pulling away to pull his own off before returning, pushing his head back and scraping at his Adam's Apple.
From there it just got fun, neither of them giving an inch, and when McCoy pushed in dry, he stifled his cry of pain in the older man's neck, biting down hard enough to draw blood, and then they were moving together, grunts and groans rising around them like a chorus, neither of them giving up, giving in.
When it was all over, Jim resolved to tie the doctor to the bed and return the favor, as soon as he could move.
And he did, with interest.
Title: Reason for Being Dangerous
Word Count: 678
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In the end, it's not about anything but control.
A/N: Written for the very next semi after Drag You, as a sequel. Features Reaper!Bones (nebulously, but yeah)
Leonard McCoy hadn't always been a doctor, and in fact, had long since decided that he'd ceased being human when he picked up the lab coat, all those years ago. It may well have been before that, though, in the hallways of a facility that now existed only in legend, and not even legends of this world, that he'd lost it. He'd once been a soldier, a man burdened by his name, but he'd emerged from his nightmare into Hell, a place by the name of the Empire.
So he'd lived under the radar, morals and emotion falling away until he was a parody of his former self, the Hippocratic Oath he'd taken now more of the Hypocritical, more likely to kill a patient than heal them. But that was the way things went here, save the important, or kill them, all in the name of power.
So when he met Jim Kirk, he didn't kow-tow, didn't bow and scrape, and he sure as hell didn't underestimate him. Every time Kirk cornered him though, if no one else was around, he backed down, or at least he had after the first few testing of the waters. Because he was tired, and felt immeasurably old next to the bright young man who shared his room and his bed.
But he wasn't submissive, and he made sure to point that out, even in the midst of some of the best sex he'd had in a long time, made better by his furtive insistence on lube and preparation.
"Caesaro, Bones, just fucking let me in already!" Kirk growled, even as Leonard kept his legs closed, pinning Kirk's arms above them to the bed, controlling him even though he was most definitely on top.
"Gotta ask nice, Kid," he panted, already close with all the wrestling they'd done to get to this point. His hole was gaping, grasping, but he knew better than to give in to what his body wanted, to let go before Kirk acknowledged his power.
"Fine, fuck! Please, Bones. Wanna be in you. Need in you, Caesaro fuck!" And then, still holding Kirk's wrists in one hand, Leonard opened his legs and lined Kirk up, not giving him any kind of leverage at all, keeping him stretched out, making him work for every torturous inch.
By the time Kirk was seated inside him, Leonard's shoulder was bleeding from the younger man's teeth, an injury that healed over in moments, not that the other one noticed, eyes tight shut at the pressure as Leonard rippled his muscles. And then he rolled them so he was on top, sinking further on Kirk's dick, not giving the man an inch, pinning his arms more firmly before beginning to ride him, biting his lips and jaw as he did, driving both of them up to that pinnacle, slowly but surely.
Every cry from Kirk spurred him on, and he moved faster, harder, needing to hear more, to get that surrender, to feel the power rushing over him much more heady than any orgasm ever could. And when Kirk finally came with a scream, Leonard's lips planted at his pulse point, Leonard felt the way he always did afterward, virile and powerful and alive, more alive than he'd thought was possible before all this started.
A tiny voice began to shrill in the back of his mind, warning him that this wasn't real, wasn't how love was supposed to work, and as always, he ruthlessly silenced it, not allowing the seed of discontent, of doubt, to take root as he stroked himself to completion, striping Kirk's chest and squeezing tight around his softening dick, wrenching a louder cry, more of pain than pleasure.
And then Leonard reached to his nightstand and hypoed Kirk into unconsciousness, knowing better than to let him get the upper hand while both of them were naked. He got up and left Kirk tangled in his sheets, a sight that was possibly the most proprietary thing he'd ever seen, because for all that Kirk was a dominating figure, Leonard still had all the power he needed to control him.