A/N: This started out as a quick response to a prompt on the kink meme and morphed into something more; this is the first installment and I'll post the second part in a bit. Mirrorverse-y but not obscenely so. Pretty straightforward. Enjoy and leave me a note letting me know what you think!

Kobayashi Maru

Christopher Pike leaned back in his desk chair and interlaced his fingers behind his head as he took in the cadet standing at attention before him. A cropped shock of blond hair crowned deceptively innocent baby blues which were locked in place, staring into space somewhere above Pike's left shoulder. His cadet reds stretched tightly across his chest in a way that made Pike's pulse thrum in anticipation of revealing the skin underneath. The young man had gained quite the reputation in his time at the Academy, the development of which Pike had observed with great interest. But now the time had finally come, he felt, to become more involved in this most interesting of cases.

"You took the Kobayashi Maru a second time, Cadet Kirk," Pike began, "and failed."

James T. Kirk lifted his chin. His eyes slid to Pike's for a moment before returning to their off-the-shoulder position. "Yes, sir," he said stiffly.

Pike allowed a silence to stretch between them for several moments. Finally he leaned forward, eyes on Kirk's every move, searching out minute reactions he knew would betray the cadet.

"I understand that you were offered a concession," he continued calmly. Suppressed a smirk as Kirk's flared nostrils indicated a sharp intake of breath. "Commander Spock would have given you access to the test's programming in return for your submission. Yet you did not accept. Why?"

Kirk seemed understandably wary, but this time when he brought his gaze to meet Pike's, it stayed.

"Permission to speak freely, sir?"

"Go ahead."

Kirk's shoulders tightened as he allowed his irritation to show. "I don't need Spock."

Pike chuckled softly. "A second failed Kobayashi Maru says otherwise, son. " He stood, watching Kirk watch him, and strode casually past so that he was out of the man's line of sight. Pike knew that forcing him to expose his unprotected back to a decidedly deadly commanding officer would very nearly put Kirk over the edge. Exactly as he wanted it.

"I'm taking the test again," Kirk said suddenly, "and I'll pass it without Spock."

"I admire your determination, Cadet Kirk," conceded Pike as he stepped up right behind him, allowing his breath to tickle Kirk's exposed neck. To the kid's credit, he managed to stifle any reaction at Pike's sudden pressing closeness.

Finally, Pike had grown tired of waiting, and circled back around to perch lightly on the front of his desk. Passing this damned test was somehow wired into Kirk's psyche as imperative to proving himself as a future starship Captain, and Pike was about to find out how far Kirk would go to succeed. Crossing his arms over his chest, he spoke in a level tone.

"Cadet, as you may or may not yet be aware, the Admiralty has recently given me the responsibility of overseeing the administration of the Kobayashi Maru simulation. After a review of your file, I am hesitant about granting you the opportunity to re-take for a second time. As you might know, re-taking the simulation in itself is an essentially unheard-of event and," here Pike paused to savour Kirk's growing anger, "I am concerned about its psychological effect on your self-esteem as a command-track cadet."

Kirk's gorgeous cerulean eyes were wide in outraged disbelief, and Pike allowed a tinge of satisfaction to enter his gaze. The kid was a goddamn genius; it had taken him no time at all to see right through Pike's plan and understand where this was going. That didn't make him any less infuriated, though.

"Sir, with all due respect, that is a load of shit," Kirk began, and Pike knew in that moment he would not be disappointed with his choice. "You don't really believe that taking the test again would be damaging to my future, so don't play these diplomatic word games with me."

"Alright, Kirk, no word games." Pike idly inspected a fingernail, looking for all the world as though he couldn't care less what happened next. "You might not need Spock to beat the test, but you sure as hell need me if you ever want to see the inside of that simulation room again. Understand?"

Kirk glared down at Pike, who reveled in the sight of the muscles in his jaw working in silent frustration.

"What is it you want?" he asked tensely. Then, when Pike raised an eyebrow dangerously, "Sir."

"Just you, Cadet Kirk. A simple exchange."

Kirk had known it was coming, and while blackmail, threats, and mysterious deaths may have worked with older cadets and less capable Academy instructors, he knew Pike would not be so easily deterred. A brief moment passed in which he calculated his chances of killing Pike right there and then, but the older man was not one to go down easily, and Kirk valued his life over his ass. His lip twisted bitterly.

"So I bend over for you and you'll let me take the test again?"

"Essentially, yes. Do we have a deal?"

Kirk rolled his eyes in an attempt to broadcast an aura of disdain, but Pike could practically feel the roiling mass of fury, apprehension, resentment, and humiliation radiating from the man's very core. A cold mask of indifference settled over his boyish features – he was so young, Pike thought in silent amazement – a defensive façade he knew Kirk would only be able to keep up for so long.

"Yes, sir, we have a deal," and Kirk's tone of voice alone would have warranted a stint in the agony booth for insubordination, but Pike merely nodded in satisfaction.

"Good," Pike said, and crossed his arms over his chest as he locked gazes with Kirk's glaring blue eyes. "Strip."

Kirk's throat worked as he fought to hold back a smartass retort, and Pike wondered why he'd waited so goddamn long to do this. The boy certainly had balls; he refused to tear his eyes from Pike's as slender fingers came up to undo the red jacket of his cadet uniform, silently conveying danger, and Pike knew he would have to watch his back more closely than ever after this encounter.

Socks and regulation pants soon joined the jacket in a haphazard heap on the floor. Typical Jim Kirk, thought Pike, and then as the kid smoothly pulled his black undershirt up and over his head rational thought paused for a moment and Pike felt a flush in his lower belly. Kirk's skin was flawless, lightly tanned, and filled out by a muscled frame that Pike ached to feel trembling beneath him.

"You know what I've always wondered about you, Cadet?" Pike asked aloud, as Kirk's thumbs hooked into the band of his briefs and tugged them down in one fluid motion, refusing to show weakness though hesitation. He arched a brow and bared his teeth in a tight smile that lacked amusement, straightening before Pike and looking ravishingly comfortable with his nakedness.

"Man like you? Certainly wondered whose cock is bigger. I guess you've got your answer –"

Kirk's defiant tirade ended with a strangled grunt as Pike moved, startlingly quick, and he found himself pinned to the ground, hands held together above his head in a viselike grip. With his other hand Pike dealt his prey a vicious backhand and wrapped his fingers around Kirk's throat.

"I have wondered," Pike whispered harshly into Kirk's ear as he pressed tightly down upon Kirk's struggling form, "whether you will moan as your father did while I fucked him to completion. Whether you will beg me for more, as he did. Countless times."