Ch.2 Beside Manners

Minutes passed until Kirk had finally awoken to find himself laying upon his stomach as it felt like the room was spinning the second he opened his eyes. He immediately closed them, hoping it would lessen the sensation as he tilted over part of the edge of the bed he was on only to find that his hand wasn't keeping himself steady upon a metal frame, but instead on something warm and firm. Jolting his eyes open he looked up over his shoulder to realize Khan was sitting on the edge of the bed next to him and that his hand was placed partially upon Khan's thigh that was curved over the metal frame. Confusion and fear struck Kirk as he scooted back and away from Khan, but there wasn't much room to move let alone escape since the bed itself was a frame that directly connected with the wall for convenience factors. It was a full size bed so it barely had room for two. It wasn't until then the Captain realized he was stripped of his shoes, socks and tunic, leaving him only in his pants while Khan was still fully uniformed in the casual dark pants and sweater top. The only article of clothing he had removed was his socks and shoes.

Khan gazed upon the Captain with observing watchful intimidating eyes without any shift in expression or emotion. That seemed to be the most intriguing aspect about him. He could give the hardest gaze, but it was not a gaze that came off cold or empty. It was a gaze that was unbreakable, but still had emotion of some kind, an emotion that was not going to back down and give way. There was indeed some type of silent passion behind those eyes; a passion either for his family or simply what he stood for. He kept staring with an unrelenting silence, finding it amusing to see Kirk's reactions to the situation.

Breathing rapidly as the spinning sensation was finally beginning to lessen, Kirk found himself pressed up against the wall where the frame connected as he couldn't bring himself to tare his gaze away from Khan's. The relic's stare was so strong and unmoving and yet somehow he just couldn't look away.

"Are you going to kill me?" Kirk asked out of impulse, but he had to know. Not knowing was digging like a splinter that squirmed under his skin. If he knew whether he was going to live or die, he could at least try to mentally prepare himself.

Khan nearly chuckled as he answered, "No, Captain…I'm not going to kill you. But…when I'm through with you…you might be begging me to."

He had no idea what Khan meant by his words, but he wasn't going to stick around to find out. Using the moment of a second wind with the dizziness finally dying down, Kirk used part of the wall to push himself off from it, but this was a futile attempt as Khan easily put up a single hand and pushed back upon Kirk's solar plexus with an open palm as the Captain was pressed down upon his back. He let out a moaning grunt from the split second pressure put upon his chest just from a single movement of a hand. Although it was a flat open palm, the pressure it put on his solar plexus was enough to knock a little wind out of him as he coughed a bit.

"When are you going to learn that you're not going anywhere?"

Kirk's teeth clenched within his mouth as light trembles began to form in the pit of his stomach as he backed up again against the wall.

"I must admit however, if I was in your shoes, I wouldn't give in either."

What was Kirk to say or do? It was such a precarious situation that was confusing enough as it is, but he simply did not understand what Khan wanted if it wasn't his life that he sought after.

Standing up lightly so that he could change his position, Khan put his right knee upon the bed and then grabbed Kirk by one of his legs in a yanking motion so that the Captain was slid down upon his back again. With quick movements Khan then got on Kirk's left side so that he was pressed up nearly against the wall and then with forceful hands he wrapped his grip around Kirk's body by pulling him closer into himself. The Captain's back and backside was now firmly planted against Khan's chest and lower torso. Using his left leg, Khan locked it around Kirk's to give him the least amount of leeway as possible. The Captain struggled furiously, but the relic's grip was as strong and unbreakable as iron. His hands clasped upon arms that barred him, all his muscles tensed and stricken with the will to escape, but it was getting him nowhere.

However, despite the entrapment with seconds passing by, Kirk realized that although Khan would not release his hold, he was doing so in a gentle manner.

He was certain that Khan could have easily just crushed most of his frame, but he was feeling no pain, just simply mental discomfort. Khan didn't say a word as he allowed Kirk the moment to calm down until finally accepting the situation he was in. The ancient relic observed carefully as he felt the shifting breathing pattern of the Captain and the light trembling from his body as Khan held him firmly within his grasp. Kirk squeezed his eyes shut while breathing through his mouth, but the rapid breathing slowly began to calm as the surrounding warmth from Khan's arms strangely felt soothing. The fear of being broken melted into the feeling of a stronghold that held him from being harmed from any outside source. It was the strangest sensation as Kirk's trembles continued, but not as rigid or upsetting. They simply died down to an inward anxiousness that the Captain could neither decipher as a need or a quiet anxiety to know what would happen next.

"Breathe Kirk."

A chill went up the Captain's spine upon hearing his name gently uttered in such a baritone voice and needless to say it was helping. To feel that Khan was calm, it in turn made Kirk calm. To know Khan wasn't going to break every bone in his body in turn helped him to breath more slowly as he was finally able to take in a deep breath. Feeling that the Captain was in a more relaxed state, Khan began to probe about with his left hand, stroking with a firm palm over the contours of his captive's abs. Kirk jerked from the sensation, his eyes jolting open as he looked over his shoulder at Khan who was giving him that same hardened gaze. Quickly casting his look away the Captain struggled, but the more he struggled the harder Khan held him.

"Ah! Nnngh…please…just let me go Khan."

"Oh Captain, where would be the amusement in that?"

Without warning the relic's hand probed lower, stroking and pressing back just above the groin area beneath the tip of the pants as the warmth from Khan's hand seeped into his captive's skin. Kirk gasped as he struggled once more only to have the grip around him tightened as it was now becoming unsettling. His heart beat faster again as the Captain felt conflicted both emotionally and mentally.

"Damn it, what the hell do you find so amusing?!" he demanded as Khan simply answered, "Denial, Kirk…denial of your own base feelings."

"What?"

And then with a longer reach, Khan's hand maneuvered downward and gripped upon the shaft that was just waiting to be handled. Kirk may have wanted to deny it to himself, but his body didn't.

"Nnngh…n-no. Stop. Please."

"Shh…" Khan shushed into Kirk's ear as his hot breath tingled against the Captain's neck "…if you try to overrule your emotions you will only fail. Don't think it out logically. Just simply listen to what they are saying. If you ignore them, they will rupture."

With his left leg still hooked around Kirk's, he pulled it back just a bit to give himself more room to work with as he pumped his hand in upward and downward motions, the skin around the shaft moving along easily and causing the Captain to shudder lightly as he let out small shortened breaths. Like with everything else around him, Khan observed carefully with his captive's reactions to his touches; every arch, every muscle twitch...

…every tremble.

Pumping his hand in a more rapid motion with a harder squeeze, Kirk titled his head back as he let out a small moan that tensed his throat muscles, his left cheek now overlapped by Khan's right as the relic moved his head inward to kiss lightly upon the Captain's left shoulder. The kissing then merged into biting along the neckline, touching about different nerve endings as the mixed pleasuring sensations began to pulse a small throb within Kirk's lower regions. Quickly lowering his hand, the Captain grasped upon Khan's arm that held the vulnerable sum of his parts, his breathing becoming heavier.

Khan withdrew from his biting as his lips uttered his deep tone into the Captain's ear, "Do you feel it now Kirk?"

The young commanding officer shivered under that voice. Of all the things he could imagine Khan wanting from him, this was not one of them. He couldn't logically comprehend what he was feeling or how to spell it out in his mind. He didn't know if he badly wanted things to stop or if he badly wanted to feel relief from the pressure that was casually beginning to build. Using the edges of his nails, Khan gently scratched along the edge of the shaft as he felt Kirk's grip on his arm tense followed by a sudden gasp that escaped the Captain's mouth. Kirk's free hand gripped upon the sheets of the bed while curling into himself out of Khan's other arm that was previously wrapped around him. The most amusing observation that Khan made was that the Captain wasn't doing anything to get him to stop what he was doing. Either Kirk was accepting the inevitable or he was finally accepting of something he's been wanting, but didn't realize it. Or it could simply be both.

It didn't matter though. Khan was going to receive his pound of flesh one way or another.

Momentarily giving Jim a breath of air, Khan released his hold as he sat up in bed and began to strip himself of his sweater that was becoming a bit too warm for the occasion. Using what little precious seconds he had to even comprehend what was going on, Jim curled up into a fetal position, his limp cock now hardened from the sensations it has received. Khan looked down at the Captain for a moment as he stated almost in a warning like tone, "I suggest you prepare yourself Kirk, because we've only just begun."

The Captain then looked up at Khan as he saw a smirk nearly tugging at the corner of his mouth. It was then Kirk knew this was probably going to go a lot farther than he wanted it to, but he didn't really have a choice in the matter as Khan was quick to get atop of him as he began to grasp upon the waistband of Kirk's pants after unzipping them and then dragged them downward.

"Wo, wo, what are you doing?!"

Upon having dragged the pants just past the buttocks Khan replied in equal question, "Is that supposed to be rhetorical Captain?"

Without further interruption the relic managed to completely remove the pants as he tossed them to the floor in a nonchalant manner, leaving the poor Captain completely naked. Not wanting this to continue, Kirk finally was able to scoot himself up and back again as his back was nearly planted against the wall for yet a third time, finding it was giving him more comfort and security on an emotional level. Khan was knelt back on his calves, his hands firmly planted upon the bed. With an unrelenting stare, he gazed upon his captive as he seemed both stubborn and lightly fearful. Khan made the slightest of movements, causing Kirk to throw up a hand in hopes that it would stop Khan from moving closer to him as the two stared into each other's eyes.

"Are you merely going to sit there until you're writhing in pain from epididymal hypertension?"

Kirk wasn't one to have knowledge of medical terminology, but for some reason he had a pretty good inkling of what Khan was referencing. With the blood already pumped, it would only be a matter of time before the pressure would build and the pain would ensue from having no release. Part of him still couldn't believe what was happening; in bed, naked and with another man, but not just any man, it was his most dangerous adversary who was supposed to be asleep in a cryotube and now was awakened and at the brink of ravaging him.

"I can sit here all night if I have to Captain. I have been asleep for over 300 years. My patience is perpetual."

Kirk tensed, finding he was not able to deny the words Khan warned him with. If there truly were options there was really only three he could make if Khan allowed it; the first being is to sit in a slowly building pain that would eventually make him sick, the second being that he relieves himself with Khan watching, and the third…

…oh god the third.

As bad as all his options seemed, the first option was definitely out. The second option seemed just as disconcerting. Even if it was just himself doing all the work, having Khan watching him relieve himself seemed to rub him horribly the wrong way. So that left only the third and final option…to let Khan take him. Or at least, he assumed that's what Khan wanted. He didn't personally know the relic inside and out, but from the encounters he's had with him, he could tell that Khan never demanded for things of a simple nature. There had to be more.

Shudder.

Just thinking about the options alone was enough to throw a few screws loose. This wasn't some simple one night stand that he had had with so many women before, neither was it a result of too much drinking. No, this was something different, something strange and foreign, which is ironic because Khan too is also human like he is, but with such an intellect and such difference in physical power from all the genetic modifications, it made the relic all the more alien like. Whether this was a dream or some oddball hallucination gone wrong, it was obvious Kirk wasn't going to suddenly wake up from this any time soon. If he were to wake up, wouldn't the dream be done with by now? Where was his crew? What happened to all the natural sounds that normally could be heard throughout the ship? He could question the situation all he wanted, but the fact of the matter is it felt so real despite its fantastical nature.

"Kirk, consider this a one time opportunity of me allowing you to make a decision. You know your options. So…what have you decided?"

The Captain's temples bulged lightly from his teeth clenching within his mouth. He knew what option he was choosing, but he didn't want to verbally compromise. However, Kirk didn't need to say anything as Khan read him like an open book. Gazing into the Captain's eyes he could tell by the silence what the young man wanted, but refused to acknowledge.

"I see. So that is your answer? Well than…shall we begin?"

Crawling on all fours atop the bed, Khan didn't hesitate to approach Kirk. The Captain of course pressed up against the wall as much as he could, even though the wall wasn't going anywhere. It was a mental block no doubt that still wanted to fight back, but ultimately it really was useless as Khan was quick to grab at Kirk's feet first and then pulled him downwards, the Captain being tugged along with the sheets. He was now on his back with a full frontal view, but he quickly flipped upon his stomach and automatically tried to crawl away in a primal animalistic fear that seemed to push him by impulse alone. Of course however, the Captain didn't persist to fight because of stupidity or that he felt he could get himself out of this. No, of all the many things that defined Kirk, stubborn was one of those defining qualities that drove his decisions in a tight situation. It didn't matter how futile a situation was, he was going to do what it took to get out of it or at least know in his mind that he gave it his all.

Within seconds of trying to crawl away, Kirk felt strong finite hands caressing his chest to his stomach from underneath as Khan pulled him back with ease.

"You're obviously not going to make this easy, but that would be out of character if you did. Isn't that right Kirk?"

The Captain grasped upon the hands that held him as Khan was now on top of him in a similar fixed position as he felt a hand removing itself and then grasped around his hardened cock while the other hand was still planted against his stomach from underneath. The strong grip upon his lower regions caused him to gasp out as Kirk bent over with his head between his forearms that were pressed against the bed. With no clothing to protect him, Kirk was at the pleasuring mercy of every sensation from the softness of the sheets to the rougher texture of Khan's pants to the deepened heat he could feel pressed against his back from Khan's chest.

Using circular motions with his thumb, Khan played around with the tip of Kirk's glans as he felt the shaft pulse, the Captain gasping out again while gripping upon the sheets. His dick twitched and throbbed, sending pleasuring chills all over his body and then within seconds he began to drip out a bit from the tip as Khan grinned from feeling the small ounce of fresh hot semen. Bringing his hand out from between Kirk's thighs, Khan looked upon the glimmering texture of his fingers from the moisture that had seeped out lightly onto them.

"Well, Kirk, I do believe you are now ripe for the taking."

The Captain didn't know what was worse; the fact he was about to be ravaged or the fact that Khan ever so occasionally used similar metaphors that McCoy loved to use. Either way, this was going to be an experience he would never forget.