Title: A Beautiful Couple
Summary: a series of short story focusing on Chekov/Sulu. Eventually character deaths.
Disclaimer: I do not own and never will.
Warning: Slash. Don't like don't read. Also; it's a little cheesy in places.
A/N: I just thought I would give this idea a whirl. It's something I've not done before and I always like a challenge. So anyway - read and enjoy.
Chapter 1
Sulu braced himself before taking the plunge.
He had danced around the prospect of telling Chekov that he loved him for far too long.
He wouldn't readily admit it to anyone in person, but to himself he had admitted long ago that he was terrified of Chekov's rejection. He could deal with it, but by no means wanted it. At first he felt that he only had a crush and even though he never had a crush on the same sex as him before, he thought like all crushes before the feelings would fade and if he said nothing, no one would be any the wiser.
But the feelings never faded.
Instead they grew stronger to the point that Sulu thought it shouldn't be possible for a human to continue living. He had always laughed when people told him love hurt. Now he saw how arrogant he was.
He had gotten to the point many times before that he had gone in search of Chekov to tell him how he felt, but always backed out at the last possible moment. An excuse here, a convincing lie there; it quickly mounted up and Sulu only realised how many he had told when he had sat and wrote them down in the form of a list. More precisely - it horrified him.
Chekov deserved the truth. The Russian had noticed his strange behaviour and every time he had tried to talk to him about it, Sulu had made yet more excuses and disappeared as fast as he possibly could, fearful that he would break down and confess.
Not tonight though. Tonight was going to be different.
He had arrived outside Chekov's quarters when the Russian appeared walking towards him, his head bowed, clearly troubled.
"Chekov?" Sulu questioned, trying to make his heart that was fluttering in his chest behave whilst trying to keep his temper under control, thinking if anyone had laid a hand on him he was going to kill them.
Chekov looked up stunned to hear Sulu say his name. The lieutenant hadn't said his name in weeks.
"What happened Chekov?" Sulu questioned.
"Nothing." Chekov mumbled as he reached his door. Sulu stood back to let Chekov have access to it, but Chekov just stood and looked at it for several seconds before turning and looking at Sulu. "Vhy hawe you been awoiding me?"
Sulu felt relieved that no one had raised a hand to him, but troubled by the fact that he was the one who had upset Chekov.
"Avoiding you?" Sulu questioned and instantly mentally kicked himself for it.
"Da. vhy? Vhy Vould you do that?" Chekov's eyes were on the floor.
It was now or never.
"Because of this." Sulu said and in quick swift movements, he had tilted Chekov's chin up and pressed his lips to those of the Russian. Sulu just pressed his lips to Chekov's; he didn't want to scare the younger man to the point he would never talk or feel safe near him again.
Sulu was the one to break the kiss. "Chekov?"
Chekov looked at him for a couple of seconds, contemplating, before clumsily claiming Sulu's mouth. Sulu was stunned but made no attempt at pulling away until he desperately needed to breathe.
"Wow" was all he was able to gasp.
"That is vhy it hurt vhen you awoided me." Chekov informed him. "Being near you vas better than nothing."
"Never again." Sulu smiled at Chekov before claiming his mouth again.
