AN: Well the title says it all guys, it's just a short little drabble-y thing that I wrote when I was bored.


If Words Were Literal

"Anything you say can and will be held against you," Kirk said. The same words that he used every time to capture a potential criminal. He had Khan's hands behind his back, holding them in his tight grip as he pressed the man into the wall holding him prisoner.

Khan chuckled, his mind already formulating a plan, "Held against me huh?

Exasperated Kirk sighed, did the man not understand what he had just said?

"Yes anything you say can and will be held against you. So choose your words carefully. The authorities can use what ever you say against you."

Khan smirked, "James Tiberius Kirk," he said.

Kirk raised a brow and stared at him, "What?" he asked when the man called his name, his full name. For some reason the man's baritone voice made his full name sound so much nicer than when other people said it.

Khan only smiled wider at his bewildered expression.

"James Tiberius Kirk," he repeated Kirk's name, noting a fleeting emotion in Kirk's eyes at the mention of his name once more, "Aren't you going to hold yourself against me?"

Kirk flushed beet red at the question. Khan was taking this literally? "No," he answered him, too flustered to give more than a one-word answer. His heart was racing at just the mere thought of what Khan had suggested.

"No?" Khan asked, turning to fix Kirk with an incredulous look. "It's part of the rules isn't it?"

Kirk sighed.

'Fuck the rules,' he thought.

"Fuck it..." he growls, letting go of Khan now, "up against the wall Khan," he instructs him.

Khan stands patiently leaning against the wall looking to Kirk expectantly, eager to see what Kirk would do.

Kirk was nervous his palms sweaty now and he stood before Khan. He could feel the criminal's eyes upon him, watching his every move. Kirk was surprised that Khan hadn't run away without the restraints. As instructed, Kirk pressed himself to Khan's body. Chest to chest, toe to toe, he held himself up against Khan. He was about to pull away when he realized that Khan had wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him there.

Kirk felt his cheeks heat. He didn't know what to do, so he stood awkwardly in Khan's arms letting the man hold him.

"Okay that's enough," Kirk said, this had to stop before someone came along and saw the two of them like this. It also wasn't any good that Kirk was feeling strange. He felt sensitive all over and there was a deep, heavy stirring of something in his loins, a warmth of lust that washed over him at the close contact with the other.

Khan smirked his hands moving to grab Kirk's ass, groping the soft expanse of it as he rolled his hips to Kirk's, "That's enough?" he asked feeling the growing bulge in Kirk's pants brushing against his own. He heard Kirk gasp, knowing that the captain had felt his lust. "I could always ask for more. You just need to say the words Captain."

Kirk opened his mouth to say something then shut it again. He wanted to say it he really wanted to. Instead he pushed himself out of Khan's arms, grabbing the man roughly he led him down the hallway.

"I'm taking you to your cell," Khan heard the Captain murmur; his voice was drawn, strained as though he had had a hard time deciding on this current path.

"There's always a next time James Tiberius Kirk."


AN: If you guys have any suggestions on other literal stuff then I guess you can drop me a message and I'll try to write something up. It doesn't necessarily have to be Khan/Kirk though. So do leave me a comment if you've enjoyed it and thanks for reading this guys!

[18/10/13] AN: So I made a second chapter! Yayy!