Title: A Deal With The Reaper
Author: miss_m_cricket on LJ
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot!/Doom Crossover, Mirror!Verse
Rating: Teen
Pairings: Reaper!Bones/Jim Kirk
Disclaimer: Don't own anything at all...
Summary: It was almost unthinkable that behind that grumpy, competent face lurked a man who had been a weapon of the Empire for centuries....
A/N: Trying to get back into my groove...feed me love!
A Deal With The Reaper
Jim awoke to dark eyes gleaming in the shadows.
He had heard tales of the Reaper, but he had never suspected that the Empire's most infamous Assassin was one and the same as his sadistic Chief Medical Officer. For years he had trusted McCoy, or as much as he could trust anyone, bound in a mutually beneficial partnership.
McCoy could pursue his studies, his experiments. But only on the men Kirk wanted gone from his ship.
It was almost unthinkable that behind that grumpy, competent face lurked a man who had been a weapon of the Empire for centuries.
But it was true.
The thing about the Reaper was that although he was brilliant at his kills, assassination was a part of daily life in the Empire. What made Reaper special, made him an icon, was that he chose his victims. It could be the man who hired him, if the man gave a poor reason for murder. Reaper would not kill innocents.
It made him powerful, and dangerous.
The dark eyed man stepped into the solitary pool of light in the centre of the room, a small smirk curved around his mouth.
"Well, well, well...James Tiberius Kirk."
"Bones..." Kirk tugged at the bonds around his wrists and the man chuckled.
"In a year," the man drawled, "I will mend around 10,000 bones. Sometimes more, sometimes less. Some will be the same bones, some different. Some will be beyond repair, others, barely damaged. But most of them...are yours."
"What do you want?" Kirk struggled against his bonds, eyes narrowing, "I'm the Captain of a fucking starship, which means everyone on my crew wants to be the one to kill me. Except for you and perhaps Spock."
A warm finger tip trailed down his jaw and his neck.
"I'm going to make you a deal." Reaper purred, those sinful lips dropping to brush the faintest kiss against his neck. "I'll protect you, keep you safe, eliminate your threats."
"And in return?" Nothing came free in the Empire.
He was rewarded by a chuckle, so sweetly dark, so cold.
"You spend your nights in my bed, and my bed alone."
The thought was a difficult one. Kirk had so many little pets, willing to service him whenever he required it. He had a woman, Marlena, beautiful, dark haired and ambitious. Clever too, for a woman. Could he give up her support, her body, her wicked mind?
Yes, for his own survival he could.
He looked up into those gleaming eyes, and then felt the world spin as teeth sank into his neck, biting, claiming,
"You're mine now."