Chapter 2: Use and Abuse You

Disclaimer: Yeah I still definitely don't own any part of the Star Trek series. The lyrics for this chapter were actually taken from the Emily Browning and Marilyn Manson covers.

Warnings: Same as before. If sexual slavery is a trigger don't read this chapter.

When reading this, please refer to images of Cthulhu (Our Lord and Savior), an Ood (from Doctor Who) and Davy Jones (from the Pirates of the Caribbean movie). Don't judge me. If it makes you feel better, why not Zoidberg?

Sweet dreams are made of this

Kirk remained in an emotionless stasis while being transported, still wrapping his mind over what just happened and the dim light of his future. Tentacles gurgled at him, then remembered to use the speaking device.

"You are now my pet, rejoice." Kirk had no response to that. "The other competitors fought hard for you, but I overcame them. Where I am from, that is a sign of power deserving of respect. I asserted my dominance over them by gaining you, refusing to back down even when The Dark One contended for the right to own you." It babbled on.

Kirk came back to his senses somewhat. "The Dark One? You mean Khan?"

Tentacles hissed. "Speak when asked, not before."

Kirk flinched, mumbling an apology before noticing how his behavior was already modifying itself to his new situation. There was no more fight, no more resistance. Where did it all go?

"We call him many things. He is The Dark One because of his appearance. His aggression has earned him other nicknames as well, such as Destroyer, Bone-Crusher, Steel Eyes, and more. You are lucky he is not your owner. I saved you from his wrath." Tentacles told him. Kirk pursed his lips, holding back the reply of disagreement this time. "You learn quickly. I am glad. You may be an advancement in your species, like he is."

The comparison stung more than he expected. He already knew he had way too many things in common with Khan, but having it pointed out to him by a complete stranger made it worse. The truth wasn't as easy to hide from.

"But you are much less aggressive. I admire you submissiveness, it is good for my purposes."

Kirk twitched. Submissive? Since when did he change his entire nature? He glared at the creature, hands clenching into fists within the bindings. 'Just wait until you let me loose, you tentacled son of a bitch.' He thought, energized by the renewed viciousness. He decided to target this being with all the hate and rage he gathered over the years to escape his own way. Fuck Khan. He didn't need the bastard.

Who am I to disagree?

They arrived at the alien's home and Kirk noticed other slaves in the compound. They all looked at him, but only for a short amount of time before returning to their duties. He didn't recognize any of them and they didn't seem to know about him. In a way he felt relieved. If anyone he knew saw the rash, reckless young Captain this way it would only increase his embarrassment and shame. If anyone found out how he begged Khan…

"You will be trained into further obedience. You will also be tested for sexual stimulation."

Kirk blinked. "What?"

A sharp pain brought him to his knees, screaming in agony. Looking up, he noticed a long, pointed barb disappear back into the folds of the creature's skin. He gasped, touching the wound in his side. The other slaves briefly looked up from their work again.

"If you persist, I will have your mouth bound shut permanently. I prefer my pets silent."

Kirk nodded slowly, standing and wincing. Tentacles lead him throughout the house and he observed how the other humans behaved. Docile, averting their eyes and sticking to their chores, none of them speaking, faces blank and unreadable. They barely even looked human anymore. Kirk remembered Ambassador Riley and again wondered how long it would take for him to end up like that.

The days passed in a haze after his first session with Tentacles. He was poked and prodded, probed and given no quarter when he didn't behave properly. That barb stabbed him so quickly he hardly even saw it, going in deep enough to nearly pierce organs. He didn't understand why it was so painful, how it seemed to pulsate within his entire being, crippling him for a few minutes. He stopped breathing, grew dizzy, vision blurring, before the pain ebbed. His brief plan of aggression burned out of him before it ever came to fruition. Tentacles stopped using the robotic voice to utter commands, instead using his natural language to the point where Kirk learned what was meant behind each gurgled order.

He couldn't speak, not even utter a sound, without being punished. He was so used to sharing his thoughts and opinions, it was the hardest rule to learn. He was unable to communicate with the other slaves. They wouldn't acknowledge his presence, nor each other's, even when they were working together. Like machines operating mechanically for the desired goal. Everything was on a strict schedule. Kirk noticed when the slaves would stand straight, going rigid and stopping their tasks before walking away. He was encouraged to follow them and learned the nightly routine for sleeping. At least Tentacles understood basic human functions enough to allow them rest and food.

The first time he was presented with what Tentacles deemed food he gagged, coughing it up and holding an arm over his mouth. When he tried to refuse more, it was force-fed down his throat. Even if he wanted to speak after that, he couldn't. His mind shut down on him, so he wouldn't be tempted to rebel and receive more pain. He was turning into the selfish monster, looking out for his own survival. He almost forgot about his crew in his own pain. There was no hope for rescue or salvation.

He went about his day with a dull mind, only noticing how much his expression matched the others when he happened to look up into a mirror one day. His eyes were no longer bright or shining, his face unrecognizable, like he was staring at a stranger. He took a quick breath, a spark of his old personality returning, before it was shut out by a gurgled command. Looking down, he returned to his work.

Like the Ambassador, he lost track of time. He could only count the days by the steady routine of work, eat, pleasuring the master, sleep. Wake up. Work. Eat. Pleasure the master. Sleep. Repeat.

I travel the world and the seven seas

He eventually got used to the tentacles and the odd bruises they left behind. It was a strange sensation which he wholly resisted at first. They slithered around him, gripping and squeezing, reaching deep inside. Sometimes they were wet, and the squelching sounds they made gave him nausea. They would enter ever orifice, seeking to be inside as much of him as possible. Kirk didn't understand, nor did he care to, he just remembered to breathe through his mouth around his tongue and the tentacle snaking down his throat, or past his nose and the smaller appendages slithering up his sinuses toward his brain. When they first entered his ears it tickled and he twitched, but was held in place tightly. The suckers made a loud popping sound, making him deaf for a few days after.

He retreated into his mind, refusing to grapple with the torture he was put through, only thinking of the pain he would receive should he disobey. A shell of his former self, he felt hollow and empty even when he ate and was filled with the tentacles. He was starting to forget his own name, his own past, the sound of his voice or any human communication without even knowing what was slipping away.

So it came as a surprise when a familiar presence made him perk up, emotions flooding his senses and making him feel alive again. His eyes darted after the coat as it flapped down the hall. Like a curious animal, he peeked around the corner to see the coat disappear into the master's business room. Hesitating at first, there was a smell drawing him in, a warmth in the air making his skin prickle. He needed to know what this was, why the good kind of electricity was humming through his bones. With his back to the wall, he slowly crept along the hallway, focused to a hyper awareness. He stopped near the doorframe, listening in to the conversation.

"I already bought him and have trained him to suit my purposes. He would not be easily reprogrammed if handed over to a new master." The robotic voice said.

"Yes, but I was merely wondering if you were growing bored of him yet. Has he put up any fight?" a smooth, deep, human voice answered.

Kirk sucked in a breath, tasting something in the air he couldn't put a name to. He licked his lips and took another step closely, intoxicated by that voice.

"Not once, he has been very subservient. Perhaps he is not as stimulating as I hoped. My tentacles are starting to grow tired of him."

"As I feared." The voice replied, making Kirk's heart stutter and beat uncontrollably. Frightened by his body's response, unused to it, fearing punishment should he be found out, he began backing up when the sound of the visitor stopped his movements. "I am willing to pay more than the auction price to get him off your hands."

"But he is already broken, as you said. Why do you want him? Forgive my behavior during the auction, but I wanted him for my own plans, you understand. I was also surprised at your involvement. You do not normally participate in the auctions, nor take any interest in the slaves."

"No, but this one caught my attention. I believe I can use him." Kirk's eyes closed at the sound, the vibrations in the air, breathing in deep and sinking to the ground. It wasn't the words giving him this effect—he went so long without hearing proper speech he could barely follow the conversation, so absorbed in the new sound.

"I do not desire more than he is worth. It is time for a new batch of slaves. I was going to give them to the recycle plantation soon."

"It would be a pity to send him through processing." Kirk perceived a distinctly separate tone in the air, but didn't understand what it meant.

"There is nothing left in him. If you wish to pursue what little there is to be scraped out, I will not refuse."

"Then we have an agreement."

Kirk twitched at the word, confused at the sorrow and pain he felt. Something was floating on the edges of his mind, some kind of memory he couldn't quite grasp.

"Yes, I will have him prepared for transport."

Fear lanced through him as he realized they were getting up and leaving the room. Bolting down the hallway—the first time he actually ran in what felt like years—he returned to his assigned spot of the day. His body felt strange, chest expanding and contracting at a faster pace than usual, limbs shaking, rasping sounds escaping past his lips. He felt a hint of familiarity but couldn't quite place it. In fact, even thinking was an effort he somehow got out of lately.

Footsteps, louder than they should be to his newly sensitive ears, approached him. He desperately tried to calm himself lest he appear disobedient and kept his eyes focused on the task before him.

"You are being reassigned." The robotic voice almost made him jump, but he maintained control of his body as he slowly turned, not looking Tentacles in the eye. Instead he averted them like usual, and found himself staring at a familiarly black-clad form. His head lifted, eyes following, until they locked on a pair of steel eyes.

He dropped what he was working on, mouth falling open in a gasp as he took a step back instinctually. Khan was staring at him with a mix of amusement and pity, emotions Kirk scarcely recognized anymore.

"This is Khan. He attempted to purchase you at the auction and now has come back with an offer to buy you from me. I have accepted, as you were proving less useful."

The words from their conversation started coming back to him, registering in his mind which felt like it was awakening after a long sleep. He would have been disposed of if it weren't for Khan's arrival. He was boring, no longer enticing enough to be a pet. For some reason Khan wanted him anyway.

"Kh…haaan…" he breathed, voice hoarse. The name rolled off his tongue like he used it many times before, despite the lack of proper pronunciation from the robotic voice. His own voice sounded wrong, but he ignored it.

Khan nodded, eyes softening only a little. More memories of that face making different features appeared in Kirk's mind, making him dizzy and lean against the wall. He found it difficult to breathe again.

"Your presence is provoking his original programming. Such a response is unusual for only one encounter." Tentacles remarked.

"It was not just one encounter." Khan whispered, stepping forward. Kirk's eyes darted up to him, searching, pleading, not understanding why he felt all of these emotions and why the presence was so familiar. Anger, longing, sorrow, pain, relief, excitement. He couldn't handle it all and whined, glancing between them in confusion. "You broke so easily, I didn't expect to see you like this when I came for you." The Dark One continued to murmur. "Hopefully it is not too late."

"You are distressing him. Is this your intention?"

"It is no longer your concern." Khan said in an authoritative tone, straightening and turning to Tentacles. "If he has no belongings, I'll take him with me now."

"He was brought with nothing and shall leave with nothing. Do you wish to take any more of my slaves before they are recycled?"

"No." Khan turned back to Kirk. "Just this one." He reached out a hand to Kirk who jumped back, staring at it in fear. Khan's jaw clenched and his eyes seared as they looked at Tentacles. "I suggest you use other taming methods with your new batch of humans. They have been turned into animals, hardly worth the price you paid and lacking in the skills which they are prized for." His voice was acidic, growling.

Kirk reacted to the tone, recognizing it and moving closer, that old curiosity coming back. His fingers touched Khan's, whose head whipped around to look at the contact. Kirk felt a jolt go through him as he felt Khan's skin, sliding his fingers further up his hand. He knew this. He liked this. He wanted this.

Everybody's looking for something

Months later…

Kirk woke up in a sweat, gasping and sitting upright in bed. The memories infiltrating his dreams made his skin crawl, nausea welling up in the pit of his stomach. He ran a hand through his hair and breathed deeply, closing his eyes and willing his body to relax. He could still feel the tentacles wrapping around his body and entering.

"Ahhhhck!" he cried, throwing his arms above his head, getting up from the bed to pace around the room. He told himself to focus, to relax, reminding himself how much he gained in these last few months, how close he was to being whole again.

A comforting presence, warm yet commanding, appeared in the form of a hand on his shoulder. "Another nightmare of the past?" a low voice asked.

Kirk nodded. He didn't mind the touch, not anymore. He turned to Khan, eyes brighter than before, and allowed the hand to move to his cheek. It was calming, soothing.

Frightening.

Ambassador Riley's words once again shot through his mind. Could he function properly in regular society anymore? He needed to find out, but in order to do so, he needed to get away from Khan. The superior being, his once enemy, was the one who took care of him and brought him back from the brink of despair. Kirk didn't know why, but he owed this man so much more than his life. Khan saved him twice now, and there was no way Kirk would ever be able to repay that debt.

His rescuer leaned in, moving closer so their bodies touched. Kirk's breathing hitched as his head was titled back, eyes fluttering closed.

Khan led him out of the compound and away from Tentacles forever. He still couldn't understand what was happening and why this man seemed so familiar, or why he felt the need to cling to him. His eyes flitted around: frightened, curious, and giddy. Kirk wasn't used to having these emotions, especially not this many at one time, combatting against each other. He thought of someone who could relate to his position, but the name and memory vanished before he could take hold and examine it.

Khan gave him a look he didn't quite know how to react to. It was odd, being with this new owner and not knowing how to behave properly. He could tell it would be a different experience than being under Tentacles' command. The ride to his new home was silent, filled with fleeting stares and a heart pumping madly. Visions flashed inside his head, moving too fast and giving him strange emotions, jarring him from reality. He hesitantly followed Khan inside, who led him to a room equipped with medical gear.

"I want physical and mental tests done, comparing it with this data." Khan told the doctor, handing over a device Kirk thought he saw before, a lifetime ago. He backed away, fearful of what these tests would compose of. What did he do to be punished for? He looked up at his new master, eyes wide. "It's alright," Khan told him softly. "I just want to see…if you are healthy, of both body and mind."

Kirk wanted to ask him a question, but his throat clenched around the words out of instinct and lack of use. If he tried to speak, he knew there would be nothing but gibberish coming out of his mouth. How long had it been? Since…when? What was life like before he was a slave to Tentacles? Who was he before he became a pet?

These questions ran through his mind as he laid on the table with electrodes—as the doctor called them—attached to his body. He was afraid of receiving shocks like before, but nothing happened.

Khan's lips touched his lightly as he relived the past. He put up no resistance, instead succumbing to the command. Khan's hand slid into his hair, sending a jolt through his body as the kiss deepened. Kirk wrapped his arms around the other man, holding on tightly as he did in the beginning.

Kirk followed Khan around everywhere, clinging to his arm like a lifeline. Khan would give him odd looks but said nothing. When asked a question, Kirk would open his mouth but found no words on his tongue.

"Are you unable to speak?" Khan eventually asked.

Kirk shook his head, feeling his throat. "Just…long time…forget…words. Hurts." He croaked, wincing. He felt something off about his speech, knowing he wasn't making sense.

"He liked it quiet, your old master? Didn't allow the slaves to speak." Khan stated.

Kirk nodded slowly.

"Having only that robotic voice and alien tongue to listen to must have destroyed your sense of language. I can help you."

Kirk smiled, excited about the possibilities of talking again. He missed talking.

Khan's fingers brushed against his pelvis, making Kirk jerk and shiver, as they pulled at the waistband of his pants. He didn't know how it got like this. He knew he wasn't the same, would never be the same, as he was before. Khan had complete control over him.

He needed to escape, see his crew, and find a way out of this shithole of a planet, this Hell. If he didn't get out now, he would never survive. Khan had his reasons for everything. It was all one giant plan with Kirk at the center. Revenge? Probably. Manipulation, psychological warfare, and physical domination? Definitely.

I wanna use you and abuse you

He cast a glance behind him, walking faster. This was his chance. Leaving the place he called home for a short amount of time, heading toward the edge of oblivion, Kirk wondered if his crew would be waiting for him. Spock, Uhura, Scotty, Bones, Chekov, Sulu. He remembered all their names and faces. Every conversation, every look, every touch finally came back to him over time. Worry filled his system, worry for himself, his friends, his future. Running across the wide plain of the planet, he eventually saw the fence in the distance, the gateway to his freedom. Breathing hard, ribs aching, legs burning, he kept going.

He bent over, putting hands on knees and resisting the urge to puke, once he got there. Now he had to figure out how to get out. Reaching toward the gate, he let one finger touch the wire and was zapped back a few feet, landing on his ass. Groaning and writhing, he looked at his burnt finger, arm shaking, and tried to catch his breath. Getting up, he decided to try a different approach.

A running jump would be futile because the fence was too high. Crawling under was an option, assuming he could dig deep enough and the wires weren't too far underground as well. Knowing the security of this place, he knew it wouldn't be that easy. If he could destroy the electrical field, he could climb over. But how? He looked around for anything large enough to smash against the wires, perhaps make a hole big enough to go through, breaking the links. A few small rocks were scattered on the ground, but not much else. There were no guards in the immediate area, no convenient off switch nearby. He knew where the controls for the fence were, but he also knew the guards were there as well. And probably Khan by now. Hands on hips, he contemplated his options.

"You won't get very far like that." That deep voice rumbled behind him.

He froze, turning slowly to face Khan. The man was standing in that predatory stance, leaning slightly onto one side, head tilted to examine him with those steel eyes.

"Hey, I have a crew to get back to, can't you understand?" he asked.

Khan took a step closer and Kirk put his hands up. "I cannot allow you to leave just yet."

"Why." He whined.

"Do you feel you are ready to face them? Tell me, Kirk, how do you plan to handle their questions and concerns, how will you fit into their society again, so soon after everything that happened? You need more time." Khan told him, still approaching.

Kirk wanted to ask him why he cared so much. He wanted to scream. Instead he did the only thing he could, the only thing he knew anymore. He shut down. Accepted defeat. His expression changed, reminiscent of his former self. "Alright, fine. I was just testing you anyway. You know, playing a game of chase."

Khan looked as if he knew that was a shitty lie. "Really?" he drawled.

"Yeah, like cat and mouse. I thought you liked that sort of thing." Kirk replied with a smile. Khan got closer and Kirk locked his knees to keep from running again. Using diversionary tactics he learned from day one of being a pet, he fidgeted instead, lowering his head. "I know I'm not ready to leave just yet, and I trust your judgment, but I just wanted to have fun. See what you'd do, if you'd like it."

The smirk he received upon shyly looking up was both relieving and horrifying. Submissive and demure, playing the mouse to Khan's cat, he feared punishment if he didn't play his cards right.

"So you'll come back with me." Khan asked him, his tone making it clear he had no other choice whether he liked it or not.

Kirk nodded, still smiling. "Of course."

Khan turned, his eyes still on Kirk, who took a step forward. He followed Khan, remaining behind him and keeping his features light as Khan kept looking back to make sure he was still there. He remembered a time when they were walking side by side down the hall, preparing to…storm the Vengeance, confront Markus, save his crew. His crew…

"One day you'll be ready, and I will set you free. Just not today." Khan told him softly. Kirk cursed himself for letting his façade slip. Khan could always see right through him anyway.

I wanna know what's inside

It was always worse when he woke up from his memories. He would never be able to erase the feeling of those tentacles. When Khan was beside him, leaning on his elbow with a concerned and patient expression, it made him sick. He hated the emotions he began associating with Khan. Warmth, comfort, relief, trust…love. They didn't belong. It was wrong. This was Khan, The Dark One, Destroyer, Bone-Crusher, Steel Eyes, Ubermensch, the man some alien species worshipped as a god. Kirk remembered all too well what this man was capable of. Yet at the same time, he remembered every time the monster saved him, revealing a side not shown to anyone else.

The first time Khan raised a hand to him, Kirk thought he was going to be punished. He flinched instinctually, shutting his eyes and preparing for the pain to come. Instead a gentle touch was laid upon his cheek, smoothing his skin with a thumb. Kirk opened his eyes to see one of those expressions he would never quite understand or forget. It was almost pained. The words were the same. "What did that creature do to you, Captain James Tiberius Kirk?" He whispered.

Kirk was stunned. That name and title felt like it belonged to him, but he was only called "pet" by Tentacles. Hearing it now unleashed memories he locked deep inside when he knew he could not bear their weight. He gasped, collapsing against Khan as he began to remember.

They came as snippets at first, small flashes of a former life. A seemingly random incident which only made sense after connecting it with others, putting the puzzle pieces back together, realizing who he was and what he'd done to get here.

That was when the nightmares started. He would wake up screaming, thrashing around and ripping at the imaginary tentacles holding him down, sneaking inside. When he was in his own room, Khan would come bursting in, demanding answers Kirk couldn't give. One night he cried himself to sleep in Khan's arms, keening and wailing, digging his fingers into the hard skin. Soon after Khan brought him into his own room to sleep, eventually becoming a shared room where Kirk spent most of his time.

When Kirk asked when he would be able to leave, wanting to see his crew—his friends—so badly that it made him nauseous, Khan shook his head. "You can't see them yet, Jim. They wouldn't understand what you've become. You need to stay with me just a little longer. I can help you get back to normal." He whispered, holding his pet close.

The first time Khan kissed him, he didn't know what to do. It was the first intimate human experience he had in…who knows how long. Khan's lips felt soft, tingling, and he was once again intoxicated by emotions. The touches felt so smooth, so human, he needed more, begged for more, and was so happy when he realized what this was. Sex. Sweet glorious human-to-mostly-human sex. No extra appendages or weird alien genitalia to deal with, no force behind the actions, no need to withdraw and pretend it wasn't happening.

At first he reveled in it, would sometimes initiate the first move, but now he avoided Khan and his magical, sensual fingers every chance he got. He flirted with the other slaves—only the females—to distract himself. One day Khan caught him.

Kirk was leaning against the wall with one hand on his hip, dangerously close to the woman who blushed and stammered, but was clearly interested. All of the other pets were curious about him, especially when it came to his relationship to the master. They knew not to ask outright and to keep their curiosity to themselves, but Kirk didn't mind indulging them.

"You're really pretty, did anyone ever tell you that?" he smiled, brushing some hair out of her face. She blushed, dipping her head. "I'd like to get to know you more, you seem really interesting."

She giggled, probably remembering what it was like to be genuinely flirted with, no matter how bad his pick-up lines were because he could barely remember how he used to do this, only that he did. She wasn't as emotionally abused as he was when he first came here, but he doubted Khan was this openly sexual with her or the other humans around.

"Up to your old ways again, Jim?"

The smile fell from her face and she squeaked, dashing away in fear of retribution. Kirk swiveled around to Khan, a smile plastered on his face. "Hey, there you are! I was looking for you."

"You've been avoiding me."

"So I have an idea to help jog my memory—,"

"Kirk."

He stopped midsentence, the words dying in his throat, like he was mute all over again. That tone made his body tense, made the fear come racing back, made this entire exchange the exact reason why he didn't like to be alone with him anymore. Khan stalked forward, eyes narrowed and fierce. Jealousy. This time Kirk recognized the emotion for what it was.

I'm gonna use you and abuse you

Kirk averted his gaze, jaw clenching, swallowing, hands curling into fists to keep from shaking. Khan dissected him with his eyes for a moment before putting a hand underneath Kirk's chin and turning it toward him.

"No, I want you to look in my eyes. In fact, I prefer it that way." Kirk couldn't look away even if he tried. "You are mine now. Remember that." Khan growled.

"Yes, master."

Kirk had no issue calling him master, even if Khan shot him an odd look for doing so. Why shouldn't he recognize his status as a pet, of being owned? It was so ingrained into his mind he never really thought about it until he caught himself one day.

"I'll be home late, make sure you eat and get some sleep, you need it more than you think." Khan ordered, slipping his jacket on as he prepared to depart.

"Yes master." Kirk replied automatically. Khan's head swiveled toward him and Kirk looked up, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. It felt…weird to say that to Khan, especially as his memories started returning.

"There's no need to keep calling me that, Jim. A simple 'sir' will suffice for now." Khan told him in a softer tone before turning away.

"Yes, sorry…sir."

The curt nod he received was all he needed from that point on to fix the title. But he still slipped up every now and then…

Khan blinked and Kirk closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and dipping his head. "S-sorry I just…when you…I get scared sometimes and…it…habit." He stammered, unable to focus anymore. Khan got him flustered and paranoid when he was angry, sending his mind into that basic, animalistic state he used as protection with his former owner. "Won't, it won't…happen again. So- I mean, said that already, never…never mind." His words were getting jumbled inside his head, giving him a headache just to think. He pressed a hand to his forehead.

Khan trailed his fingers down Kirk's neck, massaging his collarbone to calm him down. "You're still so fragile." He stated. Kirk flinched. "This is why you can't leave me. You'd be lost without me to guide you. You need me."

Kirk squeezed his eyes shut, choking on a whimper, knowing the truth when he heard it. Khan was right. He was always right. At this rate, he would never be able to leave. How long had it been?

I'm gonna know what's inside

Author's Note: There will be a third chapter, just so I can finish the lyrics to this song, and because Master!Khan and Pet!Kirk is so addicting. Also for some more KirkxKhan action and possible smut. Unless I chicken out at the last minute, because I prefer writing the emotional aspects over the physical. Worry not, mes amies, one day I'll write fics for TOS. One day.