Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or any of the character's or places there from, Nor do I make any profit off of these writings.
AN: This little drabble was written for a contest in the 30 foot radius club. The prompt was chocolate and the rules where that the drabble was to be 400 words exactly. Without the trimmings this drabble is just that. It's very difficult to limit yourself to a limited numbers of words and I hope I did alright. Please enjoy…
Eyes Like Chocolate.
It doesn't hurt anymore, that's probably a bad sign but Jim can't bring himself to care. Red, red it's all around him, on him, seeping in to the grey, dusty ground. It's everywhere except for where it should be…Inside him.
From somewhere far away he can hear the thump of knees hitting the ground next to him and suddenly his head his cradled in his lover's lap as his precious Vulcan tries to stem the bleeding. It's too late, Jim knows that it's too late but he's glad to have his loved one there. If he has to die then he's glad he gets to do it here, in Spock's lap.
Jim reaches for the hands fluttering over his torn shirt and his torn body and laces Spock's long, elegant fingers with his own. He caresses them in Vulcan kisses and feel his lover shudder. It's the only thing he has the strength to do…His last gift to Spock.
He wants to say more, wants to talk about love, forever and T'hy'la but it seems his speech left him some time ago. Spock untangles one of his hands and places it at Jim's sweaty and blood soaked temple.
Ah, there it is… Spock's beautiful, vibrant, logical mind. It caresses Jim's like the sweetest touch, a warm spring breeze. Nothing like the vicious heat beating down on him on this forgotten desert planet. Funny…Jim can't even remember what their mission here was, isn't that a kicker? He's going to die and he doesn't even remember what for.
Spock calls to him through their shared bond, telling him to hold on, that Bones was coming…To just stay strong for a little bit longer. Jim wants to obey, to do what Spock asks. He hates seeing his beautiful Vulcan disappointed in him but he is so tired. His body feels like a huge weight; keeping him anchored to the ground and Jim hates it. He has known all his life that he is meant to fly.
He infuses the bond with all the love he has and hopes it will be enough
His fingers still wrapped around Spock's, Jim can feel himself fading. He looks up into those eyes and feels completely safe. Eyes as rich and warm as the finest chocolate…Spock's beautiful, human eyes.
Fingertips touch fingertips in one last, sweet kiss and then the chain snaps, weight lifts and Jim flies.
The End.
AN: There you have it…I killed Jim…I'm very sorry I've just been in a very angsty mood lately and these poor boys are the ones who has to suffer for it. Thank you so much for reading.