Title; Invisible Sun (stupid title but oh well)
Pairing; Bones/Khan
Characters; Bones, Khan, Kirk, Spock (not mentioned by name), Unnamed Security Officers
Rating; G
Summary; Khan has surrendered to the officers of the Enterprise. Upon boarding the ship, he meets a certain doctor, and experiences brief, unsettling emotions. (Simple one-shot of a crack pairing in Star Trek: Into Darkness)
The prison bay was suddenly interrupted with three individuals, two of whom stormed in with heated anger, and the other with clear obliviousness to what was going on. 'No, not oblivious,' Khan noted with slight interest. 'Simple indifference.' His head tilted to the side for a moment before his gaze slipped to the two men who stared at him with such hatred that if looks could kill, he was certain he'd be a dead man.
Beeping of the security monitors only added to the clicking of their boots against the polished floor before all three stopped a mere few feet from his cell. The glass wall between them fluttered for a moment as an optimal circle moved from the corner towards the middle. Then, his voice broke the deafening silence. "Put your arm through." Khan raised a brow and looked to the man of indifference of what was in front of him. "Put your arm through." he repeated with a slight growl. "I'm going to take a sample of your blood."
Khan stepped forward and pushed back the sleeve, extending his limb through the hole of the glass. As the man of medical science reached out, his fingers gingerly pressed against Khan's arm, the pad of his thumb rubbing slightly against one of his veins. Khan's fingers involuntarily twitched, but he willed them slack as McCoy held him firmly but gently. The steady, experienced touch of a man of his practice.
The fabric of his blue sleeve brushed against Khan's wrist before moving away, McCoy reaching out with the hypospray and placing the tip against the enemy's inner-arm. Khan's eyes focused on McCoy's forefinger bent on the tool, barely meeting the tip of his thumb. He caught a glimpse of the doctor's hidden wrist as the sleeve hung loosely, the silver reflecting off the light for a mere moment.
Heated electricity moved from McCoy's fingers and shot through Khan's body at a surprisingly quick rate, stunning the man of evil. And for a brief moment, his body reacted in such an unknown manner, Khan had half a mind to pull back in the middle of the process. Images flashed through his mind, eliciting a need to feel the doctor's fingers on other parts of his body, exploring him with those practiced hands.
What had, in reality, been a mere three to four seconds, felt like ages to Khan, and he forced himself to remember there were two other individuals in the room. Four, if anyone bothered to count the security officers. At that thought, Khan tore his eyes, albeit rather regretfully, and focused them on the one man he knew wanted him dead more than anyone else.
Jim Kirk.