Love in Cold Blood - Chapter 4
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: Sorry this has taken so long!! It is Exam time....but I've got the next chapter done! I know this is a cliffhanger haha! Sorry! I also wanted to take an interesting spin on the Fraternization rules...we actually had our mandatory briefing on it for the Army today and I wanted to take an approach many haven't on it.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Jim had left McCoy alone, shocked and confused at how he had been turned away. He could only flinch as the doctor reset the other two fingers with painful screams. McCoy had wrapped his fingers together with a make shift bandage out of his shirt. It was far from the best thing to do but it was all he had to work with. They would heal eventually.
Jim swallowed hard before finally speaking, “Bones, please.”
“Please, what, Jim?” McCoy scowled. “Can’t you ever think of anyone but yourself? You should have just gone with them.”
“And leave you alone?!” Jim shook his head. “No. I told you I would not leave you alone here.”
“There you go again being selfish. It’s all about you. What about what I want?! For all I know I have to be scared that everyday that filthy Klingon, who is probably roaring with every disease known to man mind you, is going to come in here and rape me again!”
“You were the one who was scared they would take me away, Bones!” Jim said in his defense. “If it does come down to that, then I’ll go….”
“No,” McCoy shook his head as the tears started to form again. “God, I’m so sorry. Please, just don’t leave me.”
Jim wrapped his arms around the doctor and held him close. “It’s ok to be scared, Bones. It’s not weak.
“Dammit, Jim! I’m a doctor not a soldier! I’m supposed to stay in my medical bay while the rest of you go off gallivanting around galaxies!” McCoy gripped Jim’s black shirt in his good hand, clinging to him for dear life.
Jim could only look at him in sympathy. He made a mental note that when they got out of here he would talk to Starfleet on making it mandatory for medical students to do survival training. He was regretting not pushing McCoy to do it harder back in the Academy. All he would get in response when he would mention it was “I’m a doctor, not a Survivor contestant! I don’t need that shit!” Look where it had gotten them both.
Then again, none of the classes he had taken prepared him for this sort of situation. It was if Starfleet wanted to ignore that sexual abuse ever happened out in the universe. And nothing had prepared him for the possibility of male pregnancies. A part of him was almost excited that he and McCoy would have a baby, but then there was the other part of him. The part of him that remembered no one knew about their relationship because it was against regulations.
When Spock finally did come to the rescue, both of them would already be facing court martial.
Jim suspected Uhura knew. That woman somehow knew everything. She also had been in the situation. It was why Spock had tried to assign her away from the Enterprise. That way they could have maintained an open relationship. All of the senior officers knew but kept their mouths shut. With McCoy being pregnant, there would be no secrecy. McCoy was under his direct chain of command and fraternization was punishable by severe jail time and discharge from Starfleet.
Jim clenched his jaw at the thoughts but agreed that troubling McCoy with that knowledge was not the best thing to do. Right now it was all about survival. They would worry about Starfleet when they crossed that bridge.
~*~
The few weeks seemed to pass quietly with no visits from the Klingons and McCoy’s hand was able to begin healing properly. Then the morning sickness hit in. McCoy’s head was in Jim’s lap as the captain soothingly rubbed his back after another round of vomiting. Jim had dug a hole so that they could burry the vomit each day but that did not help how shitty the doctor felt.
“I think I’m vomiting out my intestines,” McCoy grumbled as he snuggled his head against Jim’s knee.
“I thought you were a doctor, Bones. It doesn’t look like intestines to me,” Jim joked.
“Very funny,” McCoy snorted. “I don’t understand why some women want to go through this more than once.”
“You are going to be fine you big baby. Whoever it was that said doctors have the worst bedside manner was right.” Jim gave a smile as he leaned back on his right hand and ran his hands through McCoy’s brown locks.
“Jim,” McCoy said in a serious tone. “I don’t want our baby to be born like this…”
Jim’s smile dropped. “I told you Bones, Spock will come. I really wish you’d drop this. I know you are all about doom and gloom, but have a little faith.”
“I really want some pickles.” McCoy’s comment seemed to come out of nowhere.
Jim raised an eyebrow. “Pickles?”
“Yeah, with peanut butter,” the doctor nodded into Jim’s skin.
Jim gave a look of disgust. “That sounds really gross, Bones.”
“Yeah, well, weirder things have sounded really good lately. It would be better than bread and water for every god damn meal.”
“True,” Jim murmured in agreement. “Speaking of, you should drink some water. I’ve had enough.”
“Jim, we’ve talked about this,” McCoy frowned as he lifted his head and sat up.
“Yes, and I told you that I can handle it.” Jim grabbed the bowl of water and handed it to McCoy. “If I need it I promise I’ll tell you.” He sprawled out on his back and stared at the dirty ceiling through the bars. “How long do you think we’ve been here?”
“Probably five or six weeks judging by the timing of the morning sickness.” McCoy took a few sips from the water before the bowl slipped from his fingers and his face went white.
“Bones?” Jim asked in concern.
“Aw, shit.” K’tan and Direk were headed directly for their cell.
The cell door swung open and both Starfleet officers were grabbed by their arms and hoisted to their feet. K’tan breathed in McCoy’s scent and grinned. “Why don’t we have a little fun?”
“How about not?” McCoy’s hazel eyes bore into the Klingon with a scowl.
“It is a shame that you do not have any say in the matter,” K’tan breathed with a grin. “On your knees, human!” With a hard kick to the back of the legs the Klingon had McCoy on his knees. He brought out a piece of rope and began to roughly tie the doctor’s hands together behind his back.
Direk was doing much of the same with Jim, tying his hands behind his back and knocking him to the ground, but added tying the captain to the cell bars so that he could not move to help his lover. The Klingon roughly grabbed the captain’s face and looked into his bright blue eyes. “You will watch helplessly as he suffers.”
“He’s pregnant!” Jim growled. “Isn’t the purpose of this place to breed more prisoners, not kill them?”
“We will not kill your precious doctor, Captain,” K’tan spoke with all certainty, “but this is your punishment for not doing as we asked. You chose this, Captain Kirk.” K’tan pushed McCoy toward Direk while he swung a hook over the top bar and adjusted its height. When he was satisfied with the positioning he motioned to his subordinate and together they hoisted McCoy up and attached his bound hands to the hook. The doctor’s dead weight would dislocate his shoulders with time.
“God dammit let him go!” Jim fought against his restraints but it was of no use.
The Klingons let go of McCoy and the doctor screamed at the searing pain in his arms. K’tan smirked. “Be good and maybe we’ll only let him hang for a day.” Their laughter echoed throughout the building even as they left.
Jim screamed in frustration as he tried to find some way out of his bonds. The rope began digging into his flesh but the pain did not even register. All he could think about was getting to Bones before his shoulders popped from the socket. The captain was so focused on that one thought he didn’t even realize McCoy was screaming at him.
“Dammit, Jim! Just stop!” McCoy growled, wincing at the immense strain he felt from hanging there. “Just stop….”
And Jim did. He was panting heavily and his skin was covered in a thin glistening sheen of sweat from his struggles. “Bones…”
McCoy said nothing as he began to purposely attempt to bring weight down on his arms. It was as if he was purposely trying to pop them out.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Jim shouted in disbelief. Then there it was; the sickening sound. “Jesus, Bones!!”
But McCoy showed no indication of severe pain. His slightly scrunched up face showed indications of discomfort, but he played it off quickly. The doctor grabbed onto the rope used to hang him to the top bars and hoisted himself up just enough to slide his bound hands off the hook that kept him up. With a thud the doctor was on the ground rolling his shoulders. “That’s going to be sore for a few days….Relax, Jim,” he said noting the terrified look on the captain’s face. “I’m double jointed.”
Jim frowned. “You….You….You mean you’ve been holding out on my in bed all this time?!”
McCoy snorted as he bent down and began untying the bounds that held Jim’s. “You never asked. Even in bed you leap before you look. I never get a word in once you get going.” In the middle of untying the bonds the doctor suddenly felt his stomach turn. “Ah, shit.” He felt warm hands rubbing his back as he vomited.
“I’ve got ya, Bones.” The captain sighed heavily as he rubbed his lover’s back. “Shit, what are we going to do when those bastards return? They won’t like this.”
“Yeah, well they can go fuck themselves if they thought I was going to hang there all damn day,” McCoy grumbled.
“Although I appreciate the enthusiasm, they will hurt you for it,” Jim said with concern and a gentle hand to McCoy’s face.
“It doesn’t matter what we do in this place, Jim. I’m gonna’ suffer. I’ve accepted that,” the doctor frowned as he held out his hands for Jim to untie.
The captain obliged but did not take McCoy’s answer. “Bones, this can’t go on. They are going to kill you!”
“They can’t kill me, Jim. They won’t. I am pregnant, Jim, and having another slave is valuable enough to keep me alive until the baby is born. Let me see your wrists,” he mentioned towards the blood dripping from his lover’s cut flesh.
“I’m fine. What happens after the baby is born, Bones?” Jim said, ignoring McCoy’s attempt to change the subject.
“I thought you said Spock would come before that and I wouldn’t have to worry about it.”
“He will.” Jim looked away. “Can we take a nap? I feel tired.”
“Yeah, sure,” McCoy responded sadly. He could tell that reality was finally settling in with Jim and that scared him more than anything. With a sigh the doctor settled his head against his captain’s chest and let those comforting and warm arms wrap around him keeping him safe.
McCoy fell asleep long before Jim did to the smooth stroking of his dark brown locks. Jim was too nervous to sleep. Every time he saw a Klingon in the vicinity he tensed and pressed the doctor’s head to his chest protectively each time. Thankfully none of them were Direk or K’tan and they were ignored. Finally, after listening to the soft breathing of his lover, he fell asleep.
Jim Kirk was well aware that the next time he woke up he would be met with several Klingons. Sure enough, the captain was jarred awake when his head was slammed against the cell bars. It took several blinks for his vision to return to him.
“How?!” Direk growled as he grabbed the captain’s jaw and gripped violently.
“Looks like we have a few tricks up our sleeves, huh?” He would have thought up something wittier to say if his head wasn’t still spinning.
“I will not put up with your inability to submit, human!” Direk growled.
“And we won’t let you continue to treat us like shit! We are officers of the Federation and if you think you will get away with this you have another thing coming!” Jim spat angrily. His remark was met with a backhand to the face. He swallowed the taste of copper. Frantically he looked around for McCoy to realize he wasn’t there. Panic rose up within his stomach.
“Your precious doctor will suffer like he has never suffered before. Don’t worry; I’ll give him back whenever my men are done having their fun.” The Klingon didn’t even give Jim the chance to fight back as he knocked him unconscious with another slam to cell bars.
Jim had hoped he would never wake up, but that wish was not fulfilled. The strong stench of blood and sex filled his nostrils as he finally came to. When his eyes finally opened he vomited. Motionless in the corner of the cell was McCoy lying in a small pool of his own blood. His body was covered in bruises and although there were no visible open wounds Jim knew the source of the blood. So badly he wanted to be by his side, but every time he spared a glance, bile rose to his throat. When had he started to shake? He could barley keep himself on his hands and knees as he trembled and his breaths came in quick shaky gasps.
“Captain Kirk.”
Jim’s head snapped in the direction of the voice in fear. His eyes begged at the Klingon standing at the cell entrance to leave them alone. “Please,” a sob, “he’s had enough.”
The Klingon opened the door and closed it silently behind him. He was much younger looking than Direk and the others Jim had seen in the facility. “I will not harm your doctor, Captain. I have brought food and water.”
Jim looked quizzically at the relations the Klingon proffered. “W-Why?”
“I want to help you,” the Klingon said as he kneeled down to keep the conversation on low.
Jim’s blue eyes narrowed. “Who are you?”
The Klingon hesitated before taking a deep breath. “My name is Worf.”
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: Sorry this has taken so long!! It is Exam time....but I've got the next chapter done! I know this is a cliffhanger haha! Sorry! I also wanted to take an interesting spin on the Fraternization rules...we actually had our mandatory briefing on it for the Army today and I wanted to take an approach many haven't on it.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Jim had left McCoy alone, shocked and confused at how he had been turned away. He could only flinch as the doctor reset the other two fingers with painful screams. McCoy had wrapped his fingers together with a make shift bandage out of his shirt. It was far from the best thing to do but it was all he had to work with. They would heal eventually.
Jim swallowed hard before finally speaking, “Bones, please.”
“Please, what, Jim?” McCoy scowled. “Can’t you ever think of anyone but yourself? You should have just gone with them.”
“And leave you alone?!” Jim shook his head. “No. I told you I would not leave you alone here.”
“There you go again being selfish. It’s all about you. What about what I want?! For all I know I have to be scared that everyday that filthy Klingon, who is probably roaring with every disease known to man mind you, is going to come in here and rape me again!”
“You were the one who was scared they would take me away, Bones!” Jim said in his defense. “If it does come down to that, then I’ll go….”
“No,” McCoy shook his head as the tears started to form again. “God, I’m so sorry. Please, just don’t leave me.”
Jim wrapped his arms around the doctor and held him close. “It’s ok to be scared, Bones. It’s not weak.
“Dammit, Jim! I’m a doctor not a soldier! I’m supposed to stay in my medical bay while the rest of you go off gallivanting around galaxies!” McCoy gripped Jim’s black shirt in his good hand, clinging to him for dear life.
Jim could only look at him in sympathy. He made a mental note that when they got out of here he would talk to Starfleet on making it mandatory for medical students to do survival training. He was regretting not pushing McCoy to do it harder back in the Academy. All he would get in response when he would mention it was “I’m a doctor, not a Survivor contestant! I don’t need that shit!” Look where it had gotten them both.
Then again, none of the classes he had taken prepared him for this sort of situation. It was if Starfleet wanted to ignore that sexual abuse ever happened out in the universe. And nothing had prepared him for the possibility of male pregnancies. A part of him was almost excited that he and McCoy would have a baby, but then there was the other part of him. The part of him that remembered no one knew about their relationship because it was against regulations.
When Spock finally did come to the rescue, both of them would already be facing court martial.
Jim suspected Uhura knew. That woman somehow knew everything. She also had been in the situation. It was why Spock had tried to assign her away from the Enterprise. That way they could have maintained an open relationship. All of the senior officers knew but kept their mouths shut. With McCoy being pregnant, there would be no secrecy. McCoy was under his direct chain of command and fraternization was punishable by severe jail time and discharge from Starfleet.
Jim clenched his jaw at the thoughts but agreed that troubling McCoy with that knowledge was not the best thing to do. Right now it was all about survival. They would worry about Starfleet when they crossed that bridge.
~*~
The few weeks seemed to pass quietly with no visits from the Klingons and McCoy’s hand was able to begin healing properly. Then the morning sickness hit in. McCoy’s head was in Jim’s lap as the captain soothingly rubbed his back after another round of vomiting. Jim had dug a hole so that they could burry the vomit each day but that did not help how shitty the doctor felt.
“I think I’m vomiting out my intestines,” McCoy grumbled as he snuggled his head against Jim’s knee.
“I thought you were a doctor, Bones. It doesn’t look like intestines to me,” Jim joked.
“Very funny,” McCoy snorted. “I don’t understand why some women want to go through this more than once.”
“You are going to be fine you big baby. Whoever it was that said doctors have the worst bedside manner was right.” Jim gave a smile as he leaned back on his right hand and ran his hands through McCoy’s brown locks.
“Jim,” McCoy said in a serious tone. “I don’t want our baby to be born like this…”
Jim’s smile dropped. “I told you Bones, Spock will come. I really wish you’d drop this. I know you are all about doom and gloom, but have a little faith.”
“I really want some pickles.” McCoy’s comment seemed to come out of nowhere.
Jim raised an eyebrow. “Pickles?”
“Yeah, with peanut butter,” the doctor nodded into Jim’s skin.
Jim gave a look of disgust. “That sounds really gross, Bones.”
“Yeah, well, weirder things have sounded really good lately. It would be better than bread and water for every god damn meal.”
“True,” Jim murmured in agreement. “Speaking of, you should drink some water. I’ve had enough.”
“Jim, we’ve talked about this,” McCoy frowned as he lifted his head and sat up.
“Yes, and I told you that I can handle it.” Jim grabbed the bowl of water and handed it to McCoy. “If I need it I promise I’ll tell you.” He sprawled out on his back and stared at the dirty ceiling through the bars. “How long do you think we’ve been here?”
“Probably five or six weeks judging by the timing of the morning sickness.” McCoy took a few sips from the water before the bowl slipped from his fingers and his face went white.
“Bones?” Jim asked in concern.
“Aw, shit.” K’tan and Direk were headed directly for their cell.
The cell door swung open and both Starfleet officers were grabbed by their arms and hoisted to their feet. K’tan breathed in McCoy’s scent and grinned. “Why don’t we have a little fun?”
“How about not?” McCoy’s hazel eyes bore into the Klingon with a scowl.
“It is a shame that you do not have any say in the matter,” K’tan breathed with a grin. “On your knees, human!” With a hard kick to the back of the legs the Klingon had McCoy on his knees. He brought out a piece of rope and began to roughly tie the doctor’s hands together behind his back.
Direk was doing much of the same with Jim, tying his hands behind his back and knocking him to the ground, but added tying the captain to the cell bars so that he could not move to help his lover. The Klingon roughly grabbed the captain’s face and looked into his bright blue eyes. “You will watch helplessly as he suffers.”
“He’s pregnant!” Jim growled. “Isn’t the purpose of this place to breed more prisoners, not kill them?”
“We will not kill your precious doctor, Captain,” K’tan spoke with all certainty, “but this is your punishment for not doing as we asked. You chose this, Captain Kirk.” K’tan pushed McCoy toward Direk while he swung a hook over the top bar and adjusted its height. When he was satisfied with the positioning he motioned to his subordinate and together they hoisted McCoy up and attached his bound hands to the hook. The doctor’s dead weight would dislocate his shoulders with time.
“God dammit let him go!” Jim fought against his restraints but it was of no use.
The Klingons let go of McCoy and the doctor screamed at the searing pain in his arms. K’tan smirked. “Be good and maybe we’ll only let him hang for a day.” Their laughter echoed throughout the building even as they left.
Jim screamed in frustration as he tried to find some way out of his bonds. The rope began digging into his flesh but the pain did not even register. All he could think about was getting to Bones before his shoulders popped from the socket. The captain was so focused on that one thought he didn’t even realize McCoy was screaming at him.
“Dammit, Jim! Just stop!” McCoy growled, wincing at the immense strain he felt from hanging there. “Just stop….”
And Jim did. He was panting heavily and his skin was covered in a thin glistening sheen of sweat from his struggles. “Bones…”
McCoy said nothing as he began to purposely attempt to bring weight down on his arms. It was as if he was purposely trying to pop them out.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Jim shouted in disbelief. Then there it was; the sickening sound. “Jesus, Bones!!”
But McCoy showed no indication of severe pain. His slightly scrunched up face showed indications of discomfort, but he played it off quickly. The doctor grabbed onto the rope used to hang him to the top bars and hoisted himself up just enough to slide his bound hands off the hook that kept him up. With a thud the doctor was on the ground rolling his shoulders. “That’s going to be sore for a few days….Relax, Jim,” he said noting the terrified look on the captain’s face. “I’m double jointed.”
Jim frowned. “You….You….You mean you’ve been holding out on my in bed all this time?!”
McCoy snorted as he bent down and began untying the bounds that held Jim’s. “You never asked. Even in bed you leap before you look. I never get a word in once you get going.” In the middle of untying the bonds the doctor suddenly felt his stomach turn. “Ah, shit.” He felt warm hands rubbing his back as he vomited.
“I’ve got ya, Bones.” The captain sighed heavily as he rubbed his lover’s back. “Shit, what are we going to do when those bastards return? They won’t like this.”
“Yeah, well they can go fuck themselves if they thought I was going to hang there all damn day,” McCoy grumbled.
“Although I appreciate the enthusiasm, they will hurt you for it,” Jim said with concern and a gentle hand to McCoy’s face.
“It doesn’t matter what we do in this place, Jim. I’m gonna’ suffer. I’ve accepted that,” the doctor frowned as he held out his hands for Jim to untie.
The captain obliged but did not take McCoy’s answer. “Bones, this can’t go on. They are going to kill you!”
“They can’t kill me, Jim. They won’t. I am pregnant, Jim, and having another slave is valuable enough to keep me alive until the baby is born. Let me see your wrists,” he mentioned towards the blood dripping from his lover’s cut flesh.
“I’m fine. What happens after the baby is born, Bones?” Jim said, ignoring McCoy’s attempt to change the subject.
“I thought you said Spock would come before that and I wouldn’t have to worry about it.”
“He will.” Jim looked away. “Can we take a nap? I feel tired.”
“Yeah, sure,” McCoy responded sadly. He could tell that reality was finally settling in with Jim and that scared him more than anything. With a sigh the doctor settled his head against his captain’s chest and let those comforting and warm arms wrap around him keeping him safe.
McCoy fell asleep long before Jim did to the smooth stroking of his dark brown locks. Jim was too nervous to sleep. Every time he saw a Klingon in the vicinity he tensed and pressed the doctor’s head to his chest protectively each time. Thankfully none of them were Direk or K’tan and they were ignored. Finally, after listening to the soft breathing of his lover, he fell asleep.
Jim Kirk was well aware that the next time he woke up he would be met with several Klingons. Sure enough, the captain was jarred awake when his head was slammed against the cell bars. It took several blinks for his vision to return to him.
“How?!” Direk growled as he grabbed the captain’s jaw and gripped violently.
“Looks like we have a few tricks up our sleeves, huh?” He would have thought up something wittier to say if his head wasn’t still spinning.
“I will not put up with your inability to submit, human!” Direk growled.
“And we won’t let you continue to treat us like shit! We are officers of the Federation and if you think you will get away with this you have another thing coming!” Jim spat angrily. His remark was met with a backhand to the face. He swallowed the taste of copper. Frantically he looked around for McCoy to realize he wasn’t there. Panic rose up within his stomach.
“Your precious doctor will suffer like he has never suffered before. Don’t worry; I’ll give him back whenever my men are done having their fun.” The Klingon didn’t even give Jim the chance to fight back as he knocked him unconscious with another slam to cell bars.
Jim had hoped he would never wake up, but that wish was not fulfilled. The strong stench of blood and sex filled his nostrils as he finally came to. When his eyes finally opened he vomited. Motionless in the corner of the cell was McCoy lying in a small pool of his own blood. His body was covered in bruises and although there were no visible open wounds Jim knew the source of the blood. So badly he wanted to be by his side, but every time he spared a glance, bile rose to his throat. When had he started to shake? He could barley keep himself on his hands and knees as he trembled and his breaths came in quick shaky gasps.
“Captain Kirk.”
Jim’s head snapped in the direction of the voice in fear. His eyes begged at the Klingon standing at the cell entrance to leave them alone. “Please,” a sob, “he’s had enough.”
The Klingon opened the door and closed it silently behind him. He was much younger looking than Direk and the others Jim had seen in the facility. “I will not harm your doctor, Captain. I have brought food and water.”
Jim looked quizzically at the relations the Klingon proffered. “W-Why?”
“I want to help you,” the Klingon said as he kneeled down to keep the conversation on low.
Jim’s blue eyes narrowed. “Who are you?”
The Klingon hesitated before taking a deep breath. “My name is Worf.”