Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. I do not own anything but my bones, and even they aren't worth very much. I don't make any money by writing this story, and it is pointless to sue me, as you can't get what I don't have.
AN: Some context for this story. This is set in the Through a Mirror Darkly series. Kirk and McCoy came to an arrangement a little less than a year ago, in which McCoy agreed to submit to Kirk in order for his family to be protected. The boys are celebrating their first Valentine's Day together.
My Bloody Valentine
Teris Xenite
It hadn't taken long for the boy's conscription papers to be ordered, and Kirk left him in the care of two of his security officers to ensure that he reached the transportation center in order to board the shuttle that would take him to his assignment. Kirk had commed the captain of the ship, a vessel patrolling the Kiligon border, and informed him that the boy was being sent to him. He added that his conscription was an attempt to teach him respect for his betters.
This among captains was code for 'this little bastard has pissed me off, but I don't have enough justification to kill him out right'. This led to the captain of the ship meting out punishments more severe than normal, and being particularly careless about the new recruit's safety. Given this it would be a miracle if the boy lived through the first year of his sentence.
Not of course that he had any intention of telling McCoy that. Even after all this time, his consort was strangely moral about murder. Had he killed the whelp while McCoy was under direct threat, then McCoy could justify it and wouldn't experience guilt. But when it came to retaliatory actions, McCoy still responded poorly to those, and after the backlash from Raines Kirk had taken the tact of simply removing the obstacle, and only telling McCoy that which he needed to know.
Of course it helped that he understood what McCoy had really been asking for when he wanted Kirk not to kill the boy in front of the girl. He had wanted Kirk to preserve her innocence, hence the speech that he'd given her about the brother being alright. Kirk knew that an accident in space, which is what would make it back to the whelp's family once the Captain of the ship had gotten rid of him, would be a very different experience for the girl than the execution of her brother, either in her line of sight or not.
So now for the cost of naught but a little bit of patience he had a happy consort, who had promised not to protest any of his plans for the weekend. Leaving the whelp to gather his things and say his goodbyes, Kirk went to collect his consort, who had easily been convinced to play a game with the little girl. She was all hugs and smiles as McCoy left, and Kirk felt the residual happiness practically oozing from his consort. He seemed more relaxed, and wore one of his rare true smiles. "Have a good time with the little one?"
"She's a very sweet little girl, reminds me a lot of Joanna when she was that age."
Kirk smiled and allowed his fingers to play with the ends of McCoy's hair, and then rest lightly on his neck above the collar. "I know you miss Joanna. I promise we'll see her again as soon as we get an assignment that isn't dangerous enough to give you hives at the thought of her being on ship or the next time we're remotely close to Earth."
McCoy smiled, and looked over at this man that had made him so damn nervous in the beginning. "Thank you Jim." Both of them knew that it was more than the promise of seeing his baby again that had McCoy thanking Jim. He seldom asked for anything, and though Kirk almost always granted his requests, it still seemed to surprise the man a bit when Kirk did what he asked.
Kirk smiled and cupped his cheek. "You're very welcome. I told you that I wanted to make you happy, and that all you had to do was ask. Yes, the thought of leaving the little bastard alive after what he'd intended to do irks me, and if he'd hurt you nothing would have kept me from killing him. But as he didn't, I'd rather make you happy. Even if it does mean that the useless lump of flesh continues to draw breath for a little while longer."
"A little while longer?" McCoy looked at him with his head tilted slightly, and Kirk cursed himself for not remembering how very perceptive the man could be at times. "What do you mean?"
"Come on Bones, the boy was stupid enough to touch you while you wore my family crest, and marks indicating you were protected. Do you really think that he's going to make it very far before he pisses off someone else? Some who doesn't have a compassionate consort with a soft spot for brown eyed little girls?"
"When you put it that way, no probably not. And it may not make a difference in the long run, and I know that the Sara Beth will end up learning the truth about the world soon enough. Still I do appreciate that it wasn't today." The I didn't want her to lose her innocence because of me remained unspoken, but Kirk heard it loud and clear.
"You'd be amazed at what those two little words will get you McCoy." McCoy thought on that statement for a moment, it was as Jim's mother and Uhura had said that it would be. Save letting him go, Jim denied him nothing. All he had to do was let go of his pride enough to ask, a simple 'please, Jim' and the most feared Captain in the fleet crumbled. It wasn't even as if he was manipulating Jim per say, Kirk knew exactly when McCoy was utilizing his influence. So far however, Kirk had been happy enough that McCoy trusted him enough now to ask for the things that he wanted or needed that he had never turned down one of McCoy's requests.
McCoy however was wise enough to never make such a request in front of other crewmembers and only used the magic words on special occasions. He couldn't under any circumstances make Kirk appear weak or horrendous consequences would follow. And he wouldn't want to use power too frequently lest it lose its effectiveness. As it was he asked for things so infrequently that Jim tended to bend over backwards to give him what he asked for on the rare occasion that he did so, and he had every intention of keeping it that way. And though he'd never admit it, there was a small sort of thrill that went through him every time Kirk granted one of his requests.
By this point they had reached the horse and McCoy stood waiting for Jim to mount up. "I think you're going to be up front this time, come on I'll give you a leg up." McCoy had some limited experience with horses, and with Jim's help managed to get himself seated without too much difficulty. Kirk then smoothly mounted behind him and circling his arms around McCoy grabbed the reins with a gentle hand. He signaled the horse, and they began making their way to the villa that they were staying in for the week. Kirk kept the horse at a slow pace, and the motion was smoothing to them both, as Kirk took the opportunity to enjoy the feel of McCoy's warm body pressed to his own.
He smiled into McCoy's neck as he hummed under the soft kiss that he placed there. "I may have to start pardoning more people if it's going to put you in such a good mood Bones." McCoy responded by tilting his head to the side providing Kirk with better access. "Then again, it was worth it to see you with that little girl. It's a shame we can't have one of our own, you're damn good with kids McCoy."
McCoy raised his eyebrow. "Did you just say that if it were possible you'd want children with me?"
"And why wouldn't I, they'd be beautiful, intelligent, and you'd look damn fine holding my child."
"All excellent reasons to bring a child into this world." McCoy said voice thick with sarcasm. "Children aren't a fashion accessory Jim. We can't have one just because you have a caretaker fetish."
"I don't have a fetish. It's very specific, you're wonderful with children, and the side of you that I get to see when you're around them is sexy as all hell. Almost makes me wish that they'd perfected that male pregnancy procedure in the 21st century."
"I could look into it if you're serious. But as far as I'm aware the only thing running is surrogacy, or the artificial womb. The first is a legal nightmare, and the second, well I wouldn't want any child of mine growing in a tangle of wires and silicon. Just seems unnatural."
"You're right of course. Shame though. You really are good with children, and I can't say I'd turn down the opportunity to spoil you for nine months."
"You do realize that I would be cranky as all hell during most of this? And it would probably lead to you wanting to strangle me instead, right?"
"I would never strangle you, gag perhaps, but strangle never. Though there are perks to having you all to myself. If we had children it would be very difficult for us to go the whole weekend without seeing another soul. And that's just what I'm planning for the next three days. I share you enough with the crew when we're on missions. The next few days are all about you, me, and whatever horizontal or vertical surface that looks interesting at the time."
"You're incorrigible." The tone was an affectionate scolding, and Jim smiled at how far they'd come. In the beginning McCoy'd had some twisted idea that he wanted him all meek and mild and contrary to his nature. Kirk was glad that he'd finally gotten McCoy to understand and trust that Kirk wanted him snark, sarcasm , and all. Of course said snark and sarcasm normally led to Kirk backing McCoy into the nearest wall and kissing him breathless until he forgot exactly what he'd been pissed off about in the first place.
McCoy groaned as Kirk started sucking his neck and palming his dick through his pants. McCoy would have blushed had there been anyone around to see them, but by this point they'd turned onto the access road that led to the villa. Kirk's nimble fingers traced the outline of McCoy's cock, and circled the tip where wetness was beginning to gather. "Feels like you like my incorrigibility, McCoy." A sharp nip of teeth at a particularly sensitive spot on McCoy's neck and McCoy bucked into the hand still caressing him and moaned.
Kirk brought the horse to a stop and swung down off of his mount, leaving McCoy to clutch at the pommel of the saddle and blink owlishly at the removal of both the warm body at his back and the stimulating hands on his dick. "Come on Bones. It's time to get this party started." He offered McCoy a hand and steadied him as he found his footing. Once he looked stable enough to walk, Kirk gestured for him to follow him. They reached the porch, and Kirk stopped, turned and held his hand up to McCoy. "Strip. Everything but the collar stays here."
McCoy looked at him confused, but didn't question, as he'd already given up that right for the weekend. Besides it wasn't particularly unusual for Kirk to want him naked. It was however unusual for him to want McCoy to wear the collar when they were alone. Once McCoy stood naked before him, Kirk grabbed his shoulder and steered him into the house with a single minded focus. He marched him straight into the shower, turned the water up full blast and had McCoy stand under it while he stripped himself and grabbed a rough looking sponge and some soap.
While it wasn't unusual for Kirk to play with him in the shower, this single minded focus on scrubbing every available inch of McCoy's skin was new. McCoy opened his mouth to ask what was going on, and then again remembering his promise closed his mouth with a sigh. Kirk caught the movement and met McCoy's eyes. "Wondering what's going on?" McCoy nodded, and Kirk's smile was dark. "Those goons manhandled you Bones, and that worthless bastard had his hands all over you. I damn well intend to scrub their touch from you before I take you into my bed."
Kirk's hands again came to play with McCoy's shaft, and soapy hands stroked his balls, and wander to his ass. "And after that I'm going to fuck you so hard that you forget your name, that you forget everything but how good it feels to be dancing on the knife's edge just before you come. Then I'm going to make you come over and over again. Until you forget everything but how very, very good it feels to be mine."
Kirk washed off McCoy's body, and abandoned his dick. He stepped out of the shower, leaving McCoy trembling under the spray. Then he returned, and grabbing McCoy's shoulder, turned him towards the wall of the shower. He pushed McCoy's shoulder until he was bent double, and grabbing his hips widened McCoy's stance to improve his access to McCoy's hole. "Hold onto your ankles." Lubed fingers darted around his entrance, and McCoy felt a slick tube sliding into him instead of Jim's fingers like he'd expected.
"Wh-" He bit off the question before the first word could sound. He bit his lip cursing the fact that he couldn't even remember such a simple promise.
Kirk froze and tisked. "Now, now McCoy we had an agreement. If I spared the whelp, you'd accept my plans for you this weekend without complaint. Now no more questions from you. If I hear anything but my name or god's I'll gag you. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
"Good boy." He checked the positioning of the tube, and then gave the bag of fluid connected to the tube a squeeze, filling McCoy's bowels with warm water. This filling continued for a moment, and McCoy felt himself clench around the tube to keep from embarrassing himself. Once the bag was empty and McCoy felt uncomfortably full, Kirk removed the tube and steered him towards the toilet. McCoy managed to make it there but only just, and gasped at the feeling of release. Kirk flushed the toilet and led McCoy back to the shower for one final rubdown, with Kirk paying special attention to McCoy's still twitching hole.
When he finished he turned the water off, and then wrapped McCoy in a towel. "I know that was unpleasant, but you'll be grateful for it later." Once they were dry, Kirk led McCoy to the bed room, and indicated for him to stand at the foot of the bed while Kirk looked in the toy chest. He returned a moment later with a pair of padded leather cuffs similar to the ones that Kirk used on McCoy from time to time. Kirk took one of McCoy's wrists in his hand and pressed his lips to the pulse point that hammered there beneath McCoy's skin. He fastened the cuff around McCoy's wrist leaving just enough room to prevent the leather from cutting into McCoy's tender skin. He repeated this on the other wrist, and pointed to the bed.
McCoy lay back as he'd been instructed and soon felt the bed dip beneath Kirk's weight. He grabbed one of the cuffs and affixed a chain to the ring attached to the cuff. Then he threaded this cuff through the iron work of the head board and leaving a short length of chain between the two fastened it to the other cuff. "There now, that's much better. Can't have you wandering off on your own, now can we? It gets you in too much trouble."
Kirk stroked McCoy's jaw and kissed him first gently, and then with growing passion as his hands wandered the bound man's form. Kirk's fingers grazed McCoy's cock which had begun to rise to the occasion somewhere between with rough growls of possession and the soft kisses that preceded the cuffs. Kirk chuckled as McCoy's hips jumped towards the teasing touch. "Now what ever shall I do with such a fine man in my bed?"
As McCoy writhed beneath him he placed wet kisses from McCoy's neck, down his chest, and over his stomach, stopping to rest over McCoy's length, letting his moist breath taunt the bound man. He smirked then and glee filled eyes met McCoy's. "I'm sure I can think of something." And then Kirk's hot mouth descended and McCoy's whole world narrowed to the white hot jolts of pleasure that engulfed him as Kirk's talented tongue teased him. It was, McCoy knew, going to be a very, very long weekend.
AN: Hi ya'll. I hope everyone had as much fun on Valentine 's Day as our boys seem to be having. I hope also that everyone enjoys this, and lets me know what you think about the hints into where the boys end up. Also a shout out to swamud3a for whom this fic is written, Happy Belated Birthday! I was hoping to have the beginning of the hot bit posted in time for some birthday reading for you my dear, but life got in the way. Hopefully you'll accept a late gift, in favor of more Badass Kirk.
Next Time: Kirk has McCoy exactly where he wants him. And McCoy's not complaining one bit ;).
