By Inch by Loaded Memory (Kirk/McCoy, Kirk/Rigellian land squid NC-17)
And now I'm going to fill the "embarrassment" prompt with an RPF Mary Sue because I am mortified that I wrote this.
I'll be hiding in the corner.
Title: By Inch by Loaded Memory
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy, Kirk/Rigellian land squid
Word Count: 2,463
Warnings: Mirrorverse, dub-con, bestiality
Summary: For the hc_bingo prompt tentacles, inspired by this prompt at issenterprise's Mirrorverse Tentaclefest - There's very few phrases that can make Kirk's stomach drop out, but that's one of them.
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The Argolian ambassador looks pleased, as Kirk thinks he should considering he's made a deal with the empire that keeps Kirk from beaming back to the Enterprise and blasting the hell out of the pathetic little planet.
Which is a shame, really, because it's more fun for him when aliens have, as Bones would say, the sense the gods gave a chigger.
He almost gives the order to blow the planet away anyway when the ambassador grasps his upper arm before he leaves, a gesture Kirk had seen before amongst the Argolians, and it seemed to function like a handshake. Argolian hands have things more like talons than fingernails at the end of them, and Kirk can feel the bite against his skin, but he's felt much worse from things much smaller and doesn't even acknowledge how one of the longer, sharper claws had broken through his skin. There's a small pool of blood on his arm like a horse fly bite when he beams back to his ship.
Kirk's halfway back to the bridge when he falls over unconscious.
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He wakes up in sickbay to Bones standing over him, frowning at a tricorder.
"What the hell, Bones?" he mumbles, tongue tripping over the words. Kirk feels like he's been sedated.
"You've been poisoned." Bones says it like it happens everyday, although Kirk can't remember anyone trying to kill him so passively since the academy. "I've never seen a compound like this before."
There's very few phrases that can make Kirk's stomach drop out, but that's one of them. He moves to sit up, but it's a struggle, and Bones is at least smart enough to draw the privacy screen around him. His entire crew knows their captain is down, but Kirk doesn't need them thinking he's any weaker or less capable of killing any would-be assassins.
"What's it doing to me?"
Bones is silent for a moment before replying. "It's destroying the cognitive centers of your brain. The cell death is occurring too rapidly for the sialic acid treatments to fix - for every cell repaired, three more are killed." Bones' jaw clenches, and Kirk knows that he doesn't like what he has to say next. "Your half-blood first officer is researching more potent sources."
"I want to hear what he finds," Kirk demands. Bones opens his mouth to argue, but Kirk cuts him off before he can utter a sound. "It's not judgment of your ability, Bones; it's only a matter of time before I'm as good as dead." He figures now's as good a time to ask as any. "How much time do I have?"
"A week, give or take a few days, before you're no more than an animal. One more and it's irreversible."
Kirk mulls over this information, processing what Bones has told him while trying not to think about losing his intelligence, his one constant strength throughout his life. "Keep with the sialic acid treatments until you or Spock find something permanent."
Bones is likely too stunned that Kirk is for once asking for medical treatment as his only response is a "yes, sir" before loading a hypospray and entering the dose into Kirk's neck.
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He doesn't find out until the next day that Sulu took a security team with him back to the surface of Argolis to kidnap the ambassador before Chekov targeted and annihilated every major city.
He knows the ambassador had been tortured by Bones before chewing off his own tongue to choke to death on it because when he's moved to his own room during gamma shift, he sees the ambassador still laid out on a biobed, blue and in rigor with precise, distinctive cuts in various places that Kirk's come to recognize as Bones' signature.
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Kirk stiffens when Spock enters his private room and stands next to Bones. He barely resists the urge to stand and grab the Vulcan by the neck and throw him to the ground, forcing him into a position of submission. Kirk clenches his hands into fists until his fingernails cut crescent moons into the palms of his hands instead.
"Captain, the highest sialic acid concentrations recorded are in the mucus of the Rigellian land squid."
"Great," Kirk responds, grinning sharply to hide that he's thinking about how it's been three days and it will take them five to get to Rigel at full warp. "I've been craving sushi."
The look Bones and Spock exchange tell Kirk that they've already discussed this with each other, which has his blood boiling with rage. How much time did they waste talking when they could've been on their way to Rigellia? Could these two men, who loathe each other so deeply, be plotting against him?
"The acid is only present when it's alive, Captain," Spock says stoically.
"Jim," Bones starts, gesturing with his hands, and Kirk silently urges him to wave a hand closer to his mouth so Kirk can shred the thin skin of his wrist between his teeth, taste Bones' blood as it pours down his throat. "This animal is a predator. It latches onto mucous membranes, seeking out airways to suffocate its prey to death."
"Figure something out," Kirk growls, and both Spock and Bones are smart enough to take it for the dismissal that it is.
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Kirk wakes up all nervous energy.
He just wants to run.
He doesn't know how long he's been at it, just going as fast and hard as he can through the Enterprise's corridors, but all too soon he's been found by Bones and a security team, surrounded with no visible route of escape.
He has two of them bleeding out on the floor from his nails and teeth, arterial spray coloring the walls, before Bones hits him with something. His snarls at the unfairness of it all turn into whimpers as the drugs kick in.
He slumps unconscious into Bones' arms.
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He awakens outside. He smells the fresh air before even opening his eyes.
There's something over his head, covering his ears, eyes, nose, and mouth, and he struggles to remove it but can't figure out how to take it off. It isn't inhibiting his senses any, so he leaves it for now, content enough that he can finally run again that he can ignore the thing on his head.
That doesn't mean the same for what's covering his body, though, as it just rips and snags against the underbrush, so he rips it off himself until he can feel the breeze caressing his body.
And then he runs.
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There's a prickle of warning raising the hairs on the back of his neck and arms, but he underestimates the creature's reach when long, sticky arms wrap around his ankles, sending him sprawling to the ground with his right shoulder getting the brunt of the impact. He twists and growls, using his fingers to free himself from its grasp, but then there's another set of arms wrapping around his knees and yet another grabbing him by the wrists.
He fights, struggles, bucks and writhes and twists to get away from the animal, but it's holding on tight. All his efforts are doing is making him weaker.
He's panting against the ground, inhaling dirt and the smell of decaying things, and he can feel every point the creature is restraining him with such clarity. Two wet, sticky limbs are still at his knees and wrists each although with the pair back at his ankles and another around his waist. He can still feel another set moving freely, though, crawling over his body like it's searching for something, poking and prodding at him.
He doesn't scream when he's penetrated, the feeling of it filling him with its natural secretions easing its entry.
It moves and pulsates inside him, and he finds comfort in the taste of his own blood in his mouth as he bites his tongue.
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He doesn't know how long it's been going on for, this creature inside him.
Somewhere along the way, though, it started to feel pretty fucking good.
The pulsing of the tentacle hits his prostate just right, and he's limp with pleasure on the ground.
Only the ground, at some point, as become a floor, wanting the feel of cool metal against his cheek but the helmet is keeping his bare face from the floor, and he closes his eyes and sighs.
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When he wakes up he's still painfully hard, his cock trapped and leaking between his stomach and the floor. He sits up weakly, looks around long enough to recognize that he's in one of the quarantine rooms and that there's a goddamn squid fucking him slowly, it's arms wrapped around his waist and thighs while one slick tentacle penetrates his ass and the other plays over his urethra.
He remembers Bones' words. It latches onto mucous membranes, seeking out airways to suffocate its prey to death.
It's almost funny, really, the tentacle pulsating in his ass, against his prostate with agonizing pressure, all because it's trying to kill him.
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"Kirk to McCoy," he groans, but instead of the response coming in the form of a disembodied voice, Bones is entering the room in an EV suit, and it brings on the realization of what's on Kirk's head, keeping the Rigellian land squid from actually suffocating him. "I'm going to fucking kill you," he says when Bones crouches down near his shoulder, waving a tricorder's scanner over him. It would've sounded more menacing, he's sure, if the squid hadn't rubbed his prostate at just that moment, releasing a growl of a moan.
"You should be glad you can make these threats right now instead of en route to the emperor's personal zoo where you'll be kept in a cage to throw your own shit at visitors for the rest of your life."
"You have such a way with words, Bones."
Bones grunts in agreement. "How do you feel?"
Anger flares through him. "I'm being fucked by a squid; how do you think I feel?"
He feels Bones' hand grip his cock, pumping him twice and grinning sadistically at the way Kirk shudders and tries to push himself closer. Bones pulls away instead, wiping his hand off on the knee of his EV suit. "I think you'd like to come, Captain."
"Fuck you," Kirk hisses through clenched teeth, and Bones makes his exit, leaving Kirk alone with the squid.
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It hurts how hard he is.
He has no idea how much time has passed - minutes, hours, days. Kirk doesn't ask the computer the stardate since he has no idea when he'd arrived on Rigellia, when he'd been beamed back to Enterprise. There's no context besides Bones' visits to check his vitals and to give him hyposprays that keep Kirk nourished and hydrated.
The squid's tenacious, Kirk's got to give it that. It hasn't relaxed it's grip despite however long its been, despite the fact that it's obviously failing to kill Kirk, its perceived prey. There's red hickeys all over his waist and legs from where its suckers have gripped his skin.
It pulls its tentacle out slowly, the slick skin of it teasing at every bundle of nerves in his ass. It moves the tentacle that had been resting against the top of his cock, and Kirk thinks that maybe it's going to give up, but then it pushes both of them inside of him, and he's stuffed even fuller than he had been before.
He can't help the desperate orgasm that spills from his body. All of his control has been obliterated by this animal.
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"You're almost completely healed," Bones says to the tricorder more than to Kirk.
Kirk wouldn't want to see himself like this either.
As his doctor, Bones has always seen Kirk at his weakest, but this is probably lower than even he can handle.
He feigns exhaustion, rolling onto his side to have less friction on his dick. He can feel that he's becoming aroused again and tries to think of sunshine and puppies and rainbows and kissing fucking babies to will his cock limp again.
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The next time he comes, he wants the squid dead.
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This is Bones' fifth visit since he's declared Kirk as almost completely healed.
He's decided that he's had enough.
When Bones comes to stand over him, Kirk grabs the knife from Bones' boot sheath, and it's not nearly as difficult as he'd hoped to pull the squid out and off of him, the thing limp as it's dying of starvation. He launches it at the wall, hearing it impact with a sticky thwack, and before it can slide to the floor Kirk's sending Bones' blade spiraling after it, pinning the squid to the wall.
He spins and removes his EV helmet in one motion, hitting Bones across the face with it before he can react.
Kirk rips at Bones' EV suit, trapping his arms in his sleeves and unzipping the back low enough that he would just fall on his face if he tried to run. He pulls Bones' helmet off, tangling one hand in his hair to yank him backwards, putting Bones' neck within reach of Kirk's mouth. His skin and cock are slick from the squid's mucus, and he pulls Bones' uniform pants down to just under his ass as he bites his neck, fingers twisting tighter into his hair.
"How long since I've been healed, Bones? When did it stop being treatment and become entertainment?"
Bones laughs low and dark in his chest, which Kirk cuts off by thrusting into him. He'd been brought so close to the edge again, and his need is too great to drag this on long enough to torture Bones. Bones growls when Kirk comes inside of him, and this time he's the one who gets to leave Bones whimpering and painfully aroused on the floor.
He leaves the quarantine room, finding one of his uniform's folded neatly on a bench outside.
Kirk dresses and heads to the bridge.
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Spock gets two days in an agony booth since the whole thing had been his idea. The only reason the Vulcan doesn't get longer is because Kirk knows that, whether he liked it or not, it had saved his life.
Bones is taken off duty for four days, the same amount of time Kirk had been with the squid.
Kirk gets to order Bones to make him come whenever he wants as the doctor's confined to Kirk's quarters, bound to the floor at the wrists and ankles except when Kirk's present and wants otherwise.
He's feeling somewhat generous, so he lets Bones come twice.
And he doesn't make him wear the EV helmet. Kirk's not going to punish himself by denying access to Bones' pretty mouth, now, is he?
I'll be hiding in the corner.
Title: By Inch by Loaded Memory
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy, Kirk/Rigellian land squid
Word Count: 2,463
Warnings: Mirrorverse, dub-con, bestiality
Summary: For the hc_bingo prompt tentacles, inspired by this prompt at issenterprise's Mirrorverse Tentaclefest - There's very few phrases that can make Kirk's stomach drop out, but that's one of them.
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The Argolian ambassador looks pleased, as Kirk thinks he should considering he's made a deal with the empire that keeps Kirk from beaming back to the Enterprise and blasting the hell out of the pathetic little planet.
Which is a shame, really, because it's more fun for him when aliens have, as Bones would say, the sense the gods gave a chigger.
He almost gives the order to blow the planet away anyway when the ambassador grasps his upper arm before he leaves, a gesture Kirk had seen before amongst the Argolians, and it seemed to function like a handshake. Argolian hands have things more like talons than fingernails at the end of them, and Kirk can feel the bite against his skin, but he's felt much worse from things much smaller and doesn't even acknowledge how one of the longer, sharper claws had broken through his skin. There's a small pool of blood on his arm like a horse fly bite when he beams back to his ship.
Kirk's halfway back to the bridge when he falls over unconscious.
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He wakes up in sickbay to Bones standing over him, frowning at a tricorder.
"What the hell, Bones?" he mumbles, tongue tripping over the words. Kirk feels like he's been sedated.
"You've been poisoned." Bones says it like it happens everyday, although Kirk can't remember anyone trying to kill him so passively since the academy. "I've never seen a compound like this before."
There's very few phrases that can make Kirk's stomach drop out, but that's one of them. He moves to sit up, but it's a struggle, and Bones is at least smart enough to draw the privacy screen around him. His entire crew knows their captain is down, but Kirk doesn't need them thinking he's any weaker or less capable of killing any would-be assassins.
"What's it doing to me?"
Bones is silent for a moment before replying. "It's destroying the cognitive centers of your brain. The cell death is occurring too rapidly for the sialic acid treatments to fix - for every cell repaired, three more are killed." Bones' jaw clenches, and Kirk knows that he doesn't like what he has to say next. "Your half-blood first officer is researching more potent sources."
"I want to hear what he finds," Kirk demands. Bones opens his mouth to argue, but Kirk cuts him off before he can utter a sound. "It's not judgment of your ability, Bones; it's only a matter of time before I'm as good as dead." He figures now's as good a time to ask as any. "How much time do I have?"
"A week, give or take a few days, before you're no more than an animal. One more and it's irreversible."
Kirk mulls over this information, processing what Bones has told him while trying not to think about losing his intelligence, his one constant strength throughout his life. "Keep with the sialic acid treatments until you or Spock find something permanent."
Bones is likely too stunned that Kirk is for once asking for medical treatment as his only response is a "yes, sir" before loading a hypospray and entering the dose into Kirk's neck.
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He doesn't find out until the next day that Sulu took a security team with him back to the surface of Argolis to kidnap the ambassador before Chekov targeted and annihilated every major city.
He knows the ambassador had been tortured by Bones before chewing off his own tongue to choke to death on it because when he's moved to his own room during gamma shift, he sees the ambassador still laid out on a biobed, blue and in rigor with precise, distinctive cuts in various places that Kirk's come to recognize as Bones' signature.
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Kirk stiffens when Spock enters his private room and stands next to Bones. He barely resists the urge to stand and grab the Vulcan by the neck and throw him to the ground, forcing him into a position of submission. Kirk clenches his hands into fists until his fingernails cut crescent moons into the palms of his hands instead.
"Captain, the highest sialic acid concentrations recorded are in the mucus of the Rigellian land squid."
"Great," Kirk responds, grinning sharply to hide that he's thinking about how it's been three days and it will take them five to get to Rigel at full warp. "I've been craving sushi."
The look Bones and Spock exchange tell Kirk that they've already discussed this with each other, which has his blood boiling with rage. How much time did they waste talking when they could've been on their way to Rigellia? Could these two men, who loathe each other so deeply, be plotting against him?
"The acid is only present when it's alive, Captain," Spock says stoically.
"Jim," Bones starts, gesturing with his hands, and Kirk silently urges him to wave a hand closer to his mouth so Kirk can shred the thin skin of his wrist between his teeth, taste Bones' blood as it pours down his throat. "This animal is a predator. It latches onto mucous membranes, seeking out airways to suffocate its prey to death."
"Figure something out," Kirk growls, and both Spock and Bones are smart enough to take it for the dismissal that it is.
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Kirk wakes up all nervous energy.
He just wants to run.
He doesn't know how long he's been at it, just going as fast and hard as he can through the Enterprise's corridors, but all too soon he's been found by Bones and a security team, surrounded with no visible route of escape.
He has two of them bleeding out on the floor from his nails and teeth, arterial spray coloring the walls, before Bones hits him with something. His snarls at the unfairness of it all turn into whimpers as the drugs kick in.
He slumps unconscious into Bones' arms.
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He awakens outside. He smells the fresh air before even opening his eyes.
There's something over his head, covering his ears, eyes, nose, and mouth, and he struggles to remove it but can't figure out how to take it off. It isn't inhibiting his senses any, so he leaves it for now, content enough that he can finally run again that he can ignore the thing on his head.
That doesn't mean the same for what's covering his body, though, as it just rips and snags against the underbrush, so he rips it off himself until he can feel the breeze caressing his body.
And then he runs.
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There's a prickle of warning raising the hairs on the back of his neck and arms, but he underestimates the creature's reach when long, sticky arms wrap around his ankles, sending him sprawling to the ground with his right shoulder getting the brunt of the impact. He twists and growls, using his fingers to free himself from its grasp, but then there's another set of arms wrapping around his knees and yet another grabbing him by the wrists.
He fights, struggles, bucks and writhes and twists to get away from the animal, but it's holding on tight. All his efforts are doing is making him weaker.
He's panting against the ground, inhaling dirt and the smell of decaying things, and he can feel every point the creature is restraining him with such clarity. Two wet, sticky limbs are still at his knees and wrists each although with the pair back at his ankles and another around his waist. He can still feel another set moving freely, though, crawling over his body like it's searching for something, poking and prodding at him.
He doesn't scream when he's penetrated, the feeling of it filling him with its natural secretions easing its entry.
It moves and pulsates inside him, and he finds comfort in the taste of his own blood in his mouth as he bites his tongue.
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He doesn't know how long it's been going on for, this creature inside him.
Somewhere along the way, though, it started to feel pretty fucking good.
The pulsing of the tentacle hits his prostate just right, and he's limp with pleasure on the ground.
Only the ground, at some point, as become a floor, wanting the feel of cool metal against his cheek but the helmet is keeping his bare face from the floor, and he closes his eyes and sighs.
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When he wakes up he's still painfully hard, his cock trapped and leaking between his stomach and the floor. He sits up weakly, looks around long enough to recognize that he's in one of the quarantine rooms and that there's a goddamn squid fucking him slowly, it's arms wrapped around his waist and thighs while one slick tentacle penetrates his ass and the other plays over his urethra.
He remembers Bones' words. It latches onto mucous membranes, seeking out airways to suffocate its prey to death.
It's almost funny, really, the tentacle pulsating in his ass, against his prostate with agonizing pressure, all because it's trying to kill him.
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"Kirk to McCoy," he groans, but instead of the response coming in the form of a disembodied voice, Bones is entering the room in an EV suit, and it brings on the realization of what's on Kirk's head, keeping the Rigellian land squid from actually suffocating him. "I'm going to fucking kill you," he says when Bones crouches down near his shoulder, waving a tricorder's scanner over him. It would've sounded more menacing, he's sure, if the squid hadn't rubbed his prostate at just that moment, releasing a growl of a moan.
"You should be glad you can make these threats right now instead of en route to the emperor's personal zoo where you'll be kept in a cage to throw your own shit at visitors for the rest of your life."
"You have such a way with words, Bones."
Bones grunts in agreement. "How do you feel?"
Anger flares through him. "I'm being fucked by a squid; how do you think I feel?"
He feels Bones' hand grip his cock, pumping him twice and grinning sadistically at the way Kirk shudders and tries to push himself closer. Bones pulls away instead, wiping his hand off on the knee of his EV suit. "I think you'd like to come, Captain."
"Fuck you," Kirk hisses through clenched teeth, and Bones makes his exit, leaving Kirk alone with the squid.
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It hurts how hard he is.
He has no idea how much time has passed - minutes, hours, days. Kirk doesn't ask the computer the stardate since he has no idea when he'd arrived on Rigellia, when he'd been beamed back to Enterprise. There's no context besides Bones' visits to check his vitals and to give him hyposprays that keep Kirk nourished and hydrated.
The squid's tenacious, Kirk's got to give it that. It hasn't relaxed it's grip despite however long its been, despite the fact that it's obviously failing to kill Kirk, its perceived prey. There's red hickeys all over his waist and legs from where its suckers have gripped his skin.
It pulls its tentacle out slowly, the slick skin of it teasing at every bundle of nerves in his ass. It moves the tentacle that had been resting against the top of his cock, and Kirk thinks that maybe it's going to give up, but then it pushes both of them inside of him, and he's stuffed even fuller than he had been before.
He can't help the desperate orgasm that spills from his body. All of his control has been obliterated by this animal.
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"You're almost completely healed," Bones says to the tricorder more than to Kirk.
Kirk wouldn't want to see himself like this either.
As his doctor, Bones has always seen Kirk at his weakest, but this is probably lower than even he can handle.
He feigns exhaustion, rolling onto his side to have less friction on his dick. He can feel that he's becoming aroused again and tries to think of sunshine and puppies and rainbows and kissing fucking babies to will his cock limp again.
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The next time he comes, he wants the squid dead.
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This is Bones' fifth visit since he's declared Kirk as almost completely healed.
He's decided that he's had enough.
When Bones comes to stand over him, Kirk grabs the knife from Bones' boot sheath, and it's not nearly as difficult as he'd hoped to pull the squid out and off of him, the thing limp as it's dying of starvation. He launches it at the wall, hearing it impact with a sticky thwack, and before it can slide to the floor Kirk's sending Bones' blade spiraling after it, pinning the squid to the wall.
He spins and removes his EV helmet in one motion, hitting Bones across the face with it before he can react.
Kirk rips at Bones' EV suit, trapping his arms in his sleeves and unzipping the back low enough that he would just fall on his face if he tried to run. He pulls Bones' helmet off, tangling one hand in his hair to yank him backwards, putting Bones' neck within reach of Kirk's mouth. His skin and cock are slick from the squid's mucus, and he pulls Bones' uniform pants down to just under his ass as he bites his neck, fingers twisting tighter into his hair.
"How long since I've been healed, Bones? When did it stop being treatment and become entertainment?"
Bones laughs low and dark in his chest, which Kirk cuts off by thrusting into him. He'd been brought so close to the edge again, and his need is too great to drag this on long enough to torture Bones. Bones growls when Kirk comes inside of him, and this time he's the one who gets to leave Bones whimpering and painfully aroused on the floor.
He leaves the quarantine room, finding one of his uniform's folded neatly on a bench outside.
Kirk dresses and heads to the bridge.
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Spock gets two days in an agony booth since the whole thing had been his idea. The only reason the Vulcan doesn't get longer is because Kirk knows that, whether he liked it or not, it had saved his life.
Bones is taken off duty for four days, the same amount of time Kirk had been with the squid.
Kirk gets to order Bones to make him come whenever he wants as the doctor's confined to Kirk's quarters, bound to the floor at the wrists and ankles except when Kirk's present and wants otherwise.
He's feeling somewhat generous, so he lets Bones come twice.
And he doesn't make him wear the EV helmet. Kirk's not going to punish himself by denying access to Bones' pretty mouth, now, is he?