Love in Cold Blood - Chapter 2
Title: Love in Cold Blood
Author: Kashoku_Yoshiko
Characters/Pairings: nu!Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Torture, abuse, rape, MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: "Love in Cold Blood, breathe me in sweet suffering. Love in Cold Blood, put me out of my misery." Kirk and McCoy get captured in a Klingon raid on the Enterprise and find themselves being used as slaves in a most terrifying way...
Author's Note: 2 chapters in one day!!
Chapter 1
When McCoy finally woke up he had wished he had stayed in the darkness. The majority of the pain was gone but there was still a large throbbing in his abdomen and he had one hell of a headache. There was also the matter of the now dried and sticky blood matted to his pants that was terribly uncomfortable. What exactly had happened was still a mystery to the CMO and that still frightened him. “Jim?”
“I’m here, Bones,” Jim whispered as he ran his hand through the brown locks.
“What happened?” Hazel eyes blinked rapidly trying to focus is on the dark cells.
“I was really hoping you would tell me. You were screaming most of the night…” Jim’s eyes were blurred over with threatening tears but kept them in their place.
“I don’t know. Have those Klingon bastards come back yet?” He made to move but found that he felt too weak.
“Easy, Bones,” Jim said as he grabbed hold of his shoulders to steady him back into his lap. “They haven’t been here since they gave you that shit.”
“I feel like utter and complete shit,” McCoy groaned.
“Here, drink this.”
Jim and McCoy both looked to a proffered bowl of water being handed through the bars. He was just a boy, no older than Chekov, but his youth had been destroyed by this place. Jim took the bowl and gave a nod. “Thank you. Do you know what that liquid did to my friend?” McCoy snarled at the memory of it as he carefully drank some of the water with the help of Jim.
“I am sorry, but it is better if you find out on your own.” The boy held true sympathy in his green eyes. “I am especially sorry for your friend. His time spent here will be far worse than yours. He was chosen by Direk. Those that are chosen usually only last the one time, maybe two if they are lucky. My first partner was one of the lucky ones.”
“Christ, kid, talk with some sense. What the hell are you talking about?” McCoy scowled as he finally managed to sit up.
“They are coming. They will tell you.” The kid scrambled away from the bars as if he had never been talking to the two Starfleet Officers in the first place.
Sure enough Direk entered the cell with his two lackeys. Jim clenched his jaw. “Well if it isn’t dear Direk, Thing 1 and Thing 2. Come to torture him again with that liquid of yours?”
Direk grinned. “The serum has done its deed. There is no use for it anymore. Now, Captain Kirk, it is you who has a choice to make.”
“And what is that?”
“We waste no time in creating our slaves, Captain Kirk. Your pretty doctor has two weeks in which to conceive before we take matters into our own hands. Do I make myself clear?”
Jim frowned in utter confusion. “What the hell are you talking about? I don’t know what species you think we are, but human males can’t get pregnant.”
McCoy’s face went white as the realization hit him. Through all that pain it had felt like his body was changing. It had. His body had been changing so that he could bear children. “Jim…” His words came out in barely a whisper.
“No! These Klingons are crazier than I thought!”
“Jim!” McCoy said more sternly, trying to get the captain’s attention.
“What?!”
“The serum…I know what it did.”
That was when Jim Kirk’s face went white, too. “No…Bones it’s not possible.”
“Anything is possible in the black, kid.”
Direk could not help but laugh. “Like I said, Captain. You have a choice to make. In celebration of your induction to our crew we would like you to put on a show for us.”
“You’re disgusting,” Jim growled.
“Well then, if you won’t do it, K’tan surely will.”
Thing 1 moved forward and grabbed hold of McCoy by the neck before slamming him face down into the dirt and pulling down his black pants revealing the large stains of dried blood on his thighs.
“Stop!” Jim grabbed hold of the Klingon’s armor to try and pull him back but he was easily thrust aside. The pleading look in Bones’s eyes tore at his heart. “I’ll do it. Just stop!”
K’tan shoved McCoy on his back and ripped off his blue medical shirt. “If I am not entertained than he will still feel me!”
“Please, Jim,” McCoy begged. “It’s nothing we haven’t done before.”
“Not like this, Bones.” There was no soft bed, no hum of the Enterprise, and no lube to take away the pain.
“Come on. Let’s just get this over with.”
Jim’s hands trembled as he moved to shove down his black trousers and positioned himself over McCoy. The sight of the dried blood from his entrance only brought back the screaming from the previous night causing him to hesitate before pressing in a dry finger. That alone made McCoy’s face wince in pain.
K’Tan’s rough hand grabbed hold of Jim’s arm and yanked him away from McCoy. “No preparation! He will suffer either by your hand or mine! Chose Captain!”
“Dammit Jim, please,” McCoy begged. “I can take it as long as it’s from you.”
Jim bit his lip but did as McCoy asked of him. With a deep sigh he repositioned himself and slowly began to push in. He was met with quick resistance without any lubrication and he could tell McCoy was in pain as he grabbed onto Jim’s shoulders. Jim put a hand on the side of McCoy’s face, looking him directly in the eyes as if to find something to hold onto as he pressed himself deeper in until his entire shaft was engulfed in warmth.
McCoy tightened his grip on Jim’s gold shirt, tearing it in the process as Jim began to move within him. The couple had painful sex in the past, but it was intentional experimentation and some sort of lube had always been involved no matter how kinky the substance was. He could feel something warm begin dripping down his thighs and he knew he was bleeding once again. Jim realized it, too, and the look of complete shame filled his features as he continued to thrust within McCoy’s body. The only positive was that it allowed for Jim to slide in and out with a more rhythmic thrust.
By the time Jim finally came his shirt had been torn by McCoy’s grip down to the sleeves. His cheeks burned red with shame as they had grown an audience form all the cells that could see them from their location.
“Well, K’tan. Was it satisfactory or not?” Direk smirked.
“I think the Captain’s whore could use a little more work. Make sure he does not interfere.” K’tan began to unbuckle his own pants while Thing 2 grabbed Jim’s arms and twisted them behind while dragging him away from McCoy.
“Don’t hurt him! You said you wouldn’t!” Jim laid a kick into Thing 2’s groin and made to tackle K’tan before he was punched in the gut by Direk.
“Learn your place, human!” Direk scowled.
K’tan grabbed a fistful of McCoy’s brown locks and hoisted him to his knees. With the free hand he pulled out his hardened member. “Show me what your pretty mouth can do, Doctor McCoy.”
McCoy found himself almost gagging as the Klingon forced himself into his mouth. The taste was absolutely vile and he was uncomfortably large in his mouth. Even if he had under some delusional state wanted to suck off the Klingon, it was almost impossible to move his tongue at all with him forcing himself entirely in his mouth. K’tan must have realized this once he began bobbing the doctor’s head against himself.
The moans K’tan made as McCoy’s mouth slid across his member made the bile rise even more in his chest. It was clear they had ever intention on humiliating them, and they were doing a fine job of it. When the Klingon finally did spill his seed McCoy vomited on his black boot. With a scowl K’tan kicked McCoy hard in the head causing him to go unconscious.
“This is the Empire, Captain Kirk. You play by our rules. The more you both keep your mouths shut, the better off your whore will be. Two weeks, Kirk. If he isn’t with child by then, then we will take matters into our own hands.” K’tan, Thing 2, and Direk slammed the cell door shut behind them leaving Jim and a bleeding McCoy.
Jim scrambled over to McCoy, pulling his pants up to try and savor whatever dignity he had left. Everyone was watching. “Mind your own business!”
“Do what Direk says, Captain Kirk,” the boy from earlier said. “It will be better for him.”
“How can it be better for him!?” Jim growled in frustration.
“Please believe me! I meant it when I said it will be worse for him. There is nothing that you can do once Direk chooses. All you can do is try and make it better. He would much rather have someone he loves take him than one of Direk’s men. They will use him no matter who fathers the child. This I promise you.”
“He’s right, Jim,” McCoy spoke weakly as he slowly came into consciousness. “I’ll only last a year here anyway…”
“What the hell do you mean?”
McCoy looked to the boy. “It’s what you meant earlier. Most of the men die from their first pregnancy. Of course they would. Even with the alterations to the body, men aren’t meant to have babies. Without strict medical care…”
“Bones, don’t think like that! Spock will be here with the Enterprise way before we have to worry about that.”
“Are you kidding, Jim? They have no idea where we are! After 48 hours of a search they’ll be forced to give up with no leads to go on. Face it, kid, we’re stuck here.”
“What are we supposed to do, Bones?” Jim asked helplessly.
“Exactly what they told us to. We’ll try every day until time is up.”
“Bones, you can’t-,”
“Just shut up, Jim. I’m tired and I feel like shit. I just want to sleep.” McCoy rolled over and tried to make himself as comfortable as he could on the cold hard ground. “Please, Jim. We’re in this together.
Jim settled in behind McCoy and planted a butterfly kiss to the base of his neck. “I won’t let them take you, Bones. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry…”
McCoy took hold of Jim’s hand and held it to him as he fell into a deep sleep.
Author: Kashoku_Yoshiko
Characters/Pairings: nu!Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Torture, abuse, rape, MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: "Love in Cold Blood, breathe me in sweet suffering. Love in Cold Blood, put me out of my misery." Kirk and McCoy get captured in a Klingon raid on the Enterprise and find themselves being used as slaves in a most terrifying way...
Author's Note: 2 chapters in one day!!
Chapter 1
When McCoy finally woke up he had wished he had stayed in the darkness. The majority of the pain was gone but there was still a large throbbing in his abdomen and he had one hell of a headache. There was also the matter of the now dried and sticky blood matted to his pants that was terribly uncomfortable. What exactly had happened was still a mystery to the CMO and that still frightened him. “Jim?”
“I’m here, Bones,” Jim whispered as he ran his hand through the brown locks.
“What happened?” Hazel eyes blinked rapidly trying to focus is on the dark cells.
“I was really hoping you would tell me. You were screaming most of the night…” Jim’s eyes were blurred over with threatening tears but kept them in their place.
“I don’t know. Have those Klingon bastards come back yet?” He made to move but found that he felt too weak.
“Easy, Bones,” Jim said as he grabbed hold of his shoulders to steady him back into his lap. “They haven’t been here since they gave you that shit.”
“I feel like utter and complete shit,” McCoy groaned.
“Here, drink this.”
Jim and McCoy both looked to a proffered bowl of water being handed through the bars. He was just a boy, no older than Chekov, but his youth had been destroyed by this place. Jim took the bowl and gave a nod. “Thank you. Do you know what that liquid did to my friend?” McCoy snarled at the memory of it as he carefully drank some of the water with the help of Jim.
“I am sorry, but it is better if you find out on your own.” The boy held true sympathy in his green eyes. “I am especially sorry for your friend. His time spent here will be far worse than yours. He was chosen by Direk. Those that are chosen usually only last the one time, maybe two if they are lucky. My first partner was one of the lucky ones.”
“Christ, kid, talk with some sense. What the hell are you talking about?” McCoy scowled as he finally managed to sit up.
“They are coming. They will tell you.” The kid scrambled away from the bars as if he had never been talking to the two Starfleet Officers in the first place.
Sure enough Direk entered the cell with his two lackeys. Jim clenched his jaw. “Well if it isn’t dear Direk, Thing 1 and Thing 2. Come to torture him again with that liquid of yours?”
Direk grinned. “The serum has done its deed. There is no use for it anymore. Now, Captain Kirk, it is you who has a choice to make.”
“And what is that?”
“We waste no time in creating our slaves, Captain Kirk. Your pretty doctor has two weeks in which to conceive before we take matters into our own hands. Do I make myself clear?”
Jim frowned in utter confusion. “What the hell are you talking about? I don’t know what species you think we are, but human males can’t get pregnant.”
McCoy’s face went white as the realization hit him. Through all that pain it had felt like his body was changing. It had. His body had been changing so that he could bear children. “Jim…” His words came out in barely a whisper.
“No! These Klingons are crazier than I thought!”
“Jim!” McCoy said more sternly, trying to get the captain’s attention.
“What?!”
“The serum…I know what it did.”
That was when Jim Kirk’s face went white, too. “No…Bones it’s not possible.”
“Anything is possible in the black, kid.”
Direk could not help but laugh. “Like I said, Captain. You have a choice to make. In celebration of your induction to our crew we would like you to put on a show for us.”
“You’re disgusting,” Jim growled.
“Well then, if you won’t do it, K’tan surely will.”
Thing 1 moved forward and grabbed hold of McCoy by the neck before slamming him face down into the dirt and pulling down his black pants revealing the large stains of dried blood on his thighs.
“Stop!” Jim grabbed hold of the Klingon’s armor to try and pull him back but he was easily thrust aside. The pleading look in Bones’s eyes tore at his heart. “I’ll do it. Just stop!”
K’tan shoved McCoy on his back and ripped off his blue medical shirt. “If I am not entertained than he will still feel me!”
“Please, Jim,” McCoy begged. “It’s nothing we haven’t done before.”
“Not like this, Bones.” There was no soft bed, no hum of the Enterprise, and no lube to take away the pain.
“Come on. Let’s just get this over with.”
Jim’s hands trembled as he moved to shove down his black trousers and positioned himself over McCoy. The sight of the dried blood from his entrance only brought back the screaming from the previous night causing him to hesitate before pressing in a dry finger. That alone made McCoy’s face wince in pain.
K’Tan’s rough hand grabbed hold of Jim’s arm and yanked him away from McCoy. “No preparation! He will suffer either by your hand or mine! Chose Captain!”
“Dammit Jim, please,” McCoy begged. “I can take it as long as it’s from you.”
Jim bit his lip but did as McCoy asked of him. With a deep sigh he repositioned himself and slowly began to push in. He was met with quick resistance without any lubrication and he could tell McCoy was in pain as he grabbed onto Jim’s shoulders. Jim put a hand on the side of McCoy’s face, looking him directly in the eyes as if to find something to hold onto as he pressed himself deeper in until his entire shaft was engulfed in warmth.
McCoy tightened his grip on Jim’s gold shirt, tearing it in the process as Jim began to move within him. The couple had painful sex in the past, but it was intentional experimentation and some sort of lube had always been involved no matter how kinky the substance was. He could feel something warm begin dripping down his thighs and he knew he was bleeding once again. Jim realized it, too, and the look of complete shame filled his features as he continued to thrust within McCoy’s body. The only positive was that it allowed for Jim to slide in and out with a more rhythmic thrust.
By the time Jim finally came his shirt had been torn by McCoy’s grip down to the sleeves. His cheeks burned red with shame as they had grown an audience form all the cells that could see them from their location.
“Well, K’tan. Was it satisfactory or not?” Direk smirked.
“I think the Captain’s whore could use a little more work. Make sure he does not interfere.” K’tan began to unbuckle his own pants while Thing 2 grabbed Jim’s arms and twisted them behind while dragging him away from McCoy.
“Don’t hurt him! You said you wouldn’t!” Jim laid a kick into Thing 2’s groin and made to tackle K’tan before he was punched in the gut by Direk.
“Learn your place, human!” Direk scowled.
K’tan grabbed a fistful of McCoy’s brown locks and hoisted him to his knees. With the free hand he pulled out his hardened member. “Show me what your pretty mouth can do, Doctor McCoy.”
McCoy found himself almost gagging as the Klingon forced himself into his mouth. The taste was absolutely vile and he was uncomfortably large in his mouth. Even if he had under some delusional state wanted to suck off the Klingon, it was almost impossible to move his tongue at all with him forcing himself entirely in his mouth. K’tan must have realized this once he began bobbing the doctor’s head against himself.
The moans K’tan made as McCoy’s mouth slid across his member made the bile rise even more in his chest. It was clear they had ever intention on humiliating them, and they were doing a fine job of it. When the Klingon finally did spill his seed McCoy vomited on his black boot. With a scowl K’tan kicked McCoy hard in the head causing him to go unconscious.
“This is the Empire, Captain Kirk. You play by our rules. The more you both keep your mouths shut, the better off your whore will be. Two weeks, Kirk. If he isn’t with child by then, then we will take matters into our own hands.” K’tan, Thing 2, and Direk slammed the cell door shut behind them leaving Jim and a bleeding McCoy.
Jim scrambled over to McCoy, pulling his pants up to try and savor whatever dignity he had left. Everyone was watching. “Mind your own business!”
“Do what Direk says, Captain Kirk,” the boy from earlier said. “It will be better for him.”
“How can it be better for him!?” Jim growled in frustration.
“Please believe me! I meant it when I said it will be worse for him. There is nothing that you can do once Direk chooses. All you can do is try and make it better. He would much rather have someone he loves take him than one of Direk’s men. They will use him no matter who fathers the child. This I promise you.”
“He’s right, Jim,” McCoy spoke weakly as he slowly came into consciousness. “I’ll only last a year here anyway…”
“What the hell do you mean?”
McCoy looked to the boy. “It’s what you meant earlier. Most of the men die from their first pregnancy. Of course they would. Even with the alterations to the body, men aren’t meant to have babies. Without strict medical care…”
“Bones, don’t think like that! Spock will be here with the Enterprise way before we have to worry about that.”
“Are you kidding, Jim? They have no idea where we are! After 48 hours of a search they’ll be forced to give up with no leads to go on. Face it, kid, we’re stuck here.”
“What are we supposed to do, Bones?” Jim asked helplessly.
“Exactly what they told us to. We’ll try every day until time is up.”
“Bones, you can’t-,”
“Just shut up, Jim. I’m tired and I feel like shit. I just want to sleep.” McCoy rolled over and tried to make himself as comfortable as he could on the cold hard ground. “Please, Jim. We’re in this together.
Jim settled in behind McCoy and planted a butterfly kiss to the base of his neck. “I won’t let them take you, Bones. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry…”
McCoy took hold of Jim’s hand and held it to him as he fell into a deep sleep.