Disclaimer: Star Trek 2009 does not belong to me. This story is merely internal musings stemming from an insane author who is obsessed with the idea of 'what if?'
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Warning: This story contains slash, which refers to a malexmale pairing. If it is not your cup of tea, I suggest you leave.
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Dreamers
Part One
"Look. I don't want this. Just let me go." Blue eyes stared imploringly at the taller figure.
"I must regret to inform you that I cannot. You are mine." And with that pronouncement, the taller and stronger male stalked closer to the smaller male.
He continued, "Every part of you belongs to me. There is no place in the universe that will hide you from me. So, why not give up?" He placed a hand on the smaller male's trembling body. "I promise that the surrender will be gentle," he whispered into the delicate ear.
The smaller male shuddered, almost tempted to give into the seductive promises of the elder male, but then he remembers why he's fighting and it energized him.
"N-no, no..."
"Very well. I will have to persuade you a little harder then."
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Shit! He woke up with a start. Ever since he started puberty, he's been having dreams. Dreams that he really doesn't understand. It's not like he wants to dream about some older man dominating, no possessing him.
He doesn't want to wake up with a desperate hard on that he'll have to take to care of in the damn shower, but it ends up happening regardless.
He grasps his head in his hands ignoring that damn hard on and will his body to relax. He doesn't have the time or the desire to deal with it.
He glances at the time. Shit! He's late. He jumps out of bed and makes a start for the shower. And thus, the day begins for James T. Kirk, bus boy extraordinaire in the bustling city of San Francisco.
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He barely made it in time.
"Wow, Kirk. Talk about making it by the skin of your teeth," a dark haired woman stated with a sneer.
Jim rolled his eyes. Nyota Uhura was a waitress with a stick up her ass because she was an elite Starfleet cadet.
"Whatever, Uhura. Don't you have something better to do?" She huffed at his brush off and turned away at the call of a fellow waiter.
He made his way to the locker room and put on a worn white smock covered in numerous grease stains. He stared at it in distaste and sighed. Time to earn his rent money.
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Jim is satisfied when he hears the tell tale crack from his back that releases some of the ache caused by bending over tables and being on his feet all day. Eight fifty an hour shouldn't be worth the pain, but he had to make ends meet. Especially, since he hadn't graduated from high school.
He was lucky to be where he was today. Except, he didn't feel so lucky.
He was stuck in a dead end job with a low salary that barely met the expenses of his rent, not to mention his food bills in a city where everything was so expensive.
He thought about his life in Iowa and shudders at the dark memories. He doesn't want to go there. After all, he's spent his whole life running. What's a little more?
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Once again, he is dreaming. Maybe, this time he won't half to deal with that man, if he was even a man. Jim can never tell. His features are always obscured and well Jim has more than enough reason to be distracted by his sensual actions.
The only thing that Jim knew for certain was that the mystery being was a male. The groin pressed against his back with its hard length assured him of that fact.
Jim barely holds back a moan when he felt hands brushing against his back.
"Did you miss me, ashaya?" Warm breath tickled the back of his ear and he shuddered. The voice continues in a low breathy tone that sounds smooth like dark chocolate, "For I have missed you very-," Jim cannot hold back a groan when the top of his ear is nipped, "much."
"What does that word mean?" Jim asked trying to distract the other male from continuing his pleasurable assault upon his person.
"It means beloved for I will always care for you. Members of my race do not usually acknowledge their partners, but I am different, that I promise you." And then as if to assure Jim of his promise-the male rubbed two fingers on top of Jim's, twisting them together like the infinity sign.
Jim catalogued the information into his memory bank, to be analyzed at a later time and focused on the pleasant sensations running through him. He wanted to enjoy it while he still can.
And like a switch, his mystery man becomes a little rougher and always asks for the only thing that Jim will not give him: his unconditional surrender.
"Ashaya, will you surrender? Will give yourself to me?"
Jim's dignity tells him to say no. He doesn't want to submit to someone else because his pride is the only thing he has left.
"I ca-cannot," Jim said. His throat was uncomfortably dry and his tongue was uncooperative almost as if it wanted to rebel against Jim.
"Cannot or will not?"
Jim stubbornly closed his mouth refusing to elaborate further.
He felt himself fade into sweet nothingness, but shuddered as he remembered the alien's haunting parting words.
"Nothing will part us. Nothing…"
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A couple of days later, Jim found himself at the local library. It was a tall, sprawling building filled with rows of antique paperback books. Many critics considered the books to be obsolete and a waste of space due to the fact that all information was available digitally, but left the relics of the past alone.
He went to a PADD, scrolled through the search engine and typed in, "Symbols of Dreams."
There were more than a million hits. He clicked on the first link that looked promising.
Dream Symbolism
By: Maria Telat, M.D., Psy. D
In oftentimes, dreams have often been symbols of our innermost unconscious feelings and desires. It has been said that certain facets of dreams have been known to show up in reality. Foremer et al. reported in a study that over eighty percent of the people questioned found that some facet of their dream became a reality.
For example, one member of the study recalled seeing the sign, "Vanderbille is shutting down," during a dream. Two weeks later, while watching the news, the woman was shocked to find that the Vanderbille Hotel was shutting down due to a gruesome double murder of both the hotel manager and cleaning maid.
In another case, a young girl dreamt of being in a shuttle crash on Flight 107. She refused to go on the shuttle and at her parent's insistence, it was checked for abnormalities. Officials were startled to find that the engine was damaged and would have killed everyone in the air had the damage not been found.
The term, "déjà vu," has often been used to describe the set of circumstances in which something in reality seems startlingly familiar, as if the person had seen it before in a dream or unconscious situation. Others believe that the term "kismet," which alludes to the idea that some things are fated to happen explain the extraordinary power of dreams.
Regardless of one's personal beliefs, one should always take note of one's dreams, for their potential power is untapped…
Jim looked through a couple of more articles and they all essentially said the same thing: Listen to your dreams. Well, that was helpful, but what was it saying about his mystery being.
That he invaded Jim's dreams for the sole purpose of torturing him?
Well, wasn't that wonderful?