New ST fic
Story Title: Destiny
Story Type: Slash
Characters: Jim Kirk, Spock
Pairings: Kirk/Spock
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
Fandom: Star Trek: 2009
Series: None
Disclaimer: They belong to a bunch of other people -I can keep hoping that I'll eventually wake up one morning and find them tied up on my floor.
Warnings: Slash, language
Summary: No matter what universe it is, if there is a Jim Kirk there, there will also be a Spock. And they will always find each other.
A/N: So this is basicly just going to be drabbles from different AU's about how the boys will always make their way to each other -after all, if there's a Jim Kirk, then there has to be a Spock, right? Enjoy peeps.
A/N2: Some of these are 'verses I've used in my other fandom, but there's no actual crossovers, so no worries on that front, lol.
Heroes 'verse
“So, you're Spock, huh?” Jim sneered as he leaned back against the couch; his heart was pounding, though.
He had figured Spock would come for him eventually; the known serial killer in their weird, fucked up circle of people with “abilities” wouldn't be able to resist the youngest Kirk -especially since Jim was pretty much always by himself.
Jim spared a bitter thought for his brother, gallivanting off-world while he was, literally, fight for his life. That Sam knew exactly what was going to happen before he left just made it worse. Almost as bad as his mom abandoning them.
“Indeed.”
Jim dragged his mind away from thoughts of his fucked up family and concentrated on the man in front of him. Catching sight of the pointed ears and slanted eyebrows, he corrected himself; half human, half Vulcan in front of him.
Bones had told him once that he thought the Vulcan DNA had been what gave Spock both his extra strong abilities and his sociopathic tendencies.
From what little Jim had heard about Spock's history, he could almost understand his slip into psychotic-ness -he'd never told anyone else, but there were days he was tempted to go on a killing spree himself. Of course, his abilities weren't on the level of Spock's but it didn't stop him from wishing he was that kind of person sometimes.
“Well, get on it with it,” Jim told him, slouching a little as he leaned forward. “I'd kind of like to get this over with.”
“Fascinating,” Spock said, his voice bland, but Jim could see the curiosity in those dark brown eyes. “Everyone else attempted to escape once they realized who I was.”
“Why bother?” Jim asked, raising his shoulder in a half shrug. “From what I've heard, no one's ever escaped once you're fixed on them. And, really, this has been a fucky week, anyway -I'm pretty much at 'fuck my life', if you know what I mean.”
Spock tilted his head to the side, clearly confused but he raised his hand and made a slicing motion with it. Immediately, Jim felt like his brain was on fire; pain exploded in his head, making him writhe on the couch.
Amid the pain, Jim could have sworn he felt the softest of touches on his mind; as ridiculous as it seemed, he knew it was Spock -the same way he knew he had blue eyes.
Spock? Jim thought; he barely noticed the pain receding and being replaced by a touch that was almost reverent. What the fuck is going on?
Jim, Spock breathed, his shock evident. T'hy'la?
Jim opened his eyes to see Spock staring at him, his hand held out, palm up, with his index and middle finger extended and the rest of his fingers folded. Before he even realized what he was doing, Jim's own hand was reaching out and his fingers were stroking Spock's. He wasn't prepared for the shudder of lust that skated down his spine.
Jim raised his eyes to focus on Spock, who was staring at their fingers pressed together as if he had never seen anything like it before.
“Alright, what the fuck just happened?”