Fic: Seeing Red - Star Trek 09
Title: Seeing Red
Fandom: Star Trek 09
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Word Count: 608
Spoilers: for the whole movie
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own any of this? Because, sadly, I don't.
Warnings: none
Notes: written for the st_xi_kink meme.
Summary: Bones is determined to find out what else Spock Prime did to Kirk and he doesn't like it one bit.
"Damn it, Jim, if you don't want to tell me as your friend, then you'd damn well better tell me as your doctor. I know he did something to you, and I need to know what."
Jim grimaced from his seat on the bio-bed, desperately hoping for a quick emergency and trying to find an escape route. "There's nothing to tell you, Bones. The ambassador didn't do anything to me."
McCoy snorted, turning his back on Jim just long enough to lock the exam room door. "Don't give me that shit, Jim. I've known you too long to fall for it. Now tell me."
"Fine, but it really wasn't a big deal. He just needed to make sure that I knew he was telling the truth about the whole time travel, time line changing things."
McCoy took a deep breath and crossed his arms, trying not to give in to the urge to wring Jim's pretty neck. He knew it would make him feel better, but the great idiot got strangled enough as it was. If he didn't know better, he'd think the boy liked it. "What did he do?"
Finally, Jim gave in. "It was a mind meld. See, nothing to worry about. Can I go now?"
McCoy was frozen for a long moment, his vision going red. That damned, green-blooded sorry excuse for a sentient being had taken advantage of Jim, of his ignorance, and touched his mind. Never mind the reason why, it was still a violation, and the next time McCoy saw the elder Spock the Vulcan was going to be picking himself up off the floor.
"Uh, Bones? Can I go?"
McCoy focused his eyes back on Jim and stalked forward, absently glad that he'd had the foresight to lock the door. "Oh, no. You're not going anywhere until I'm sure that you know just where you belong. And just who you belong to."
He pulled Jim into a bruising kiss, trying to erase the imprints on Jim's mind with his lips. He bit at Jim's lower lip, and heat flared when he tasted blood. He forced himself to pull back for a moment, hands on either side of Jim's face holding his head still.
"Do you understand me, Jim?"
Despite the grip on his head, or perhaps because of it, Jim tried to nod. "I read you loud and clear, Bones." He licked over his bleeding lip and smirked. "I'm all yours."
"See that you remember that. And just to make sure that you don't forget...." McCoy pulled him off the bed, turning him around and yanking the black uniform pants down to his thighs. "Lean forward, Jim."
Jim hurried to comply, bracing himself on the bed and spreading his legs as far as his pants would allow. A moment later he was moaning as McCoy slid slick fingers inside him.
McCoy grinned at the noise, then crooked his fingers and reached around to cover Jim's mouth with his free hand as Kirk yelped. "Quiet, Jim. Just cause the door's locked doesn't mean it's soundproof."
He kept his hand over Jim's mouth as he fucked him with the fingers of his other hand, determined to bring him off just like that. Finally, when he could tell that Jim was teetering on the edge he leaned forward and bit Jim's shoulder, just low enough that the uniform shirt would cover it. Jim came instantly, his muffled shout echoing through the room.
"Next time someone wants to mess around in your mind, you remember this and you tell them no. Got it, Jim?"
Jim nodded, letting out a breathless laugh. "Yes, sir, Doctor McCoy, sir."
Fandom: Star Trek 09
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Word Count: 608
Spoilers: for the whole movie
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own any of this? Because, sadly, I don't.
Warnings: none
Notes: written for the st_xi_kink meme.
Summary: Bones is determined to find out what else Spock Prime did to Kirk and he doesn't like it one bit.
"Damn it, Jim, if you don't want to tell me as your friend, then you'd damn well better tell me as your doctor. I know he did something to you, and I need to know what."
Jim grimaced from his seat on the bio-bed, desperately hoping for a quick emergency and trying to find an escape route. "There's nothing to tell you, Bones. The ambassador didn't do anything to me."
McCoy snorted, turning his back on Jim just long enough to lock the exam room door. "Don't give me that shit, Jim. I've known you too long to fall for it. Now tell me."
"Fine, but it really wasn't a big deal. He just needed to make sure that I knew he was telling the truth about the whole time travel, time line changing things."
McCoy took a deep breath and crossed his arms, trying not to give in to the urge to wring Jim's pretty neck. He knew it would make him feel better, but the great idiot got strangled enough as it was. If he didn't know better, he'd think the boy liked it. "What did he do?"
Finally, Jim gave in. "It was a mind meld. See, nothing to worry about. Can I go now?"
McCoy was frozen for a long moment, his vision going red. That damned, green-blooded sorry excuse for a sentient being had taken advantage of Jim, of his ignorance, and touched his mind. Never mind the reason why, it was still a violation, and the next time McCoy saw the elder Spock the Vulcan was going to be picking himself up off the floor.
"Uh, Bones? Can I go?"
McCoy focused his eyes back on Jim and stalked forward, absently glad that he'd had the foresight to lock the door. "Oh, no. You're not going anywhere until I'm sure that you know just where you belong. And just who you belong to."
He pulled Jim into a bruising kiss, trying to erase the imprints on Jim's mind with his lips. He bit at Jim's lower lip, and heat flared when he tasted blood. He forced himself to pull back for a moment, hands on either side of Jim's face holding his head still.
"Do you understand me, Jim?"
Despite the grip on his head, or perhaps because of it, Jim tried to nod. "I read you loud and clear, Bones." He licked over his bleeding lip and smirked. "I'm all yours."
"See that you remember that. And just to make sure that you don't forget...." McCoy pulled him off the bed, turning him around and yanking the black uniform pants down to his thighs. "Lean forward, Jim."
Jim hurried to comply, bracing himself on the bed and spreading his legs as far as his pants would allow. A moment later he was moaning as McCoy slid slick fingers inside him.
McCoy grinned at the noise, then crooked his fingers and reached around to cover Jim's mouth with his free hand as Kirk yelped. "Quiet, Jim. Just cause the door's locked doesn't mean it's soundproof."
He kept his hand over Jim's mouth as he fucked him with the fingers of his other hand, determined to bring him off just like that. Finally, when he could tell that Jim was teetering on the edge he leaned forward and bit Jim's shoulder, just low enough that the uniform shirt would cover it. Jim came instantly, his muffled shout echoing through the room.
"Next time someone wants to mess around in your mind, you remember this and you tell them no. Got it, Jim?"
Jim nodded, letting out a breathless laugh. "Yes, sir, Doctor McCoy, sir."