Title; The Urge
Pairing; Bones/Khan
Characters; Bones, Khan, Biobed, Keypad, Doors and Walls
Rating; M-ish (just to be safe)
Summary; Khan has been avoiding McCoy due to some unexpected things the Augment hasn't experienced in over 300 years. McCoy, fed up with being avoided, corners Khan alone, in the Medical Bay.

{{ Okay so, in this one, it's split up between my writing and my partners writing. It's basically our role-play thread we did the other night. I wrote McCoy (those paragraphs are between || - ||) and she wrote Khan (those paragraphs are between - ...-). In this thread, Khan has been working on the Enterprise to serve his punishment instead of being frozen in the cryotube and has been assigned under McCoy's command because reasons. It's been about a year and a year and a half since then. The reason it's rated M is because it turns a little steamy, so we decided to play it safe with the rating. Also it's really lengthy. Good luck. }}

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The bay was finally empty. Something Bones hadn't experienced in a while. All patients and fellow crew members were dismissed, whether it was a job break or a treated ailment. He followed the last nurse to leave, before shutting the door and dimming the lights to the bay. The Enterprise was currently in orbit, and nothing (as far as he knew), needed immediate assistance. Which was all the better for him.

Irritation pricked him, and he scowled to himself as he moved towards the singular office that was supplied for him. The wall monitors above the beds remained silent, just feeding the gluttonous thoughts the doctor was having. Khan had taken all the steps required to fully avoid the man. How you could possibly achieve that on a ship as this was beyond him. At first, McCoy seemed to find him in various places. As soon as he showed up, the Augment would be gone the second the doctor blinked.

Now, for the past few days, he hadn't seen a single glimpse of his former enemy. He was seriously starting to think the Enterprise had possibly left him on their recent away mission. Or maybe he shot himself in to space. It wasn't fair, if that were the case. Bones didn't even get to obtain his revenge on the man. Clearly, Khan was aware of the interest Bones had in the Augment, and replied with the most annoying teases possible.

He had been in the bay all day, including the previous day. Khan was bound to slip in here at some point to get some supplies for whatever he had busied himself in doing. And when he came, Bones would be here, waiting to confront him.
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Even when he tried to pinpoint a moment of his youth, Khan could not honestly come up with a time when he was more frustrated. The past several months had been wonderful, sure— the doctor becoming a favorite toy on the ship. His favorite pawn on the board. The dilation of pupils, the quickening of the man's heartbeat whenever Khan was present— he'd picked up on the signs early on. The human held some kind of silly crush, something that amused Khan to no end, and flustering everyone's beloved doctor quickly became his favorite game. A guilty pleasure. Their time together became a chorus of bumped shoulders, prolonged glances, the occasional innuendo and expectant stares. It was supposed to be something empty. One sided and ending in the pleasure of watching a human heart crumble.

Oh, but how plans do change.

Khan found himself looking forward to their time alone, putting effort into his come-backs, actually taking the other's features in when he stared. Saving them. Keeping them for when his eyes closed. He felt… pride, yes. Honest pride when he made the man laugh. Nervously— awkwardly, at first, but as they were forced to spend more time together the true smiles came. And they effected Khan. Just as the manner the doctor treated him did. The rest of the crew saw him for a monster, for the terrible murderer that he wouldn't deny that he was— but McCoy, no. Leonard. He'd gotten into the habit of calling the man by his given name when they were alone. A wildly affectionate gesture but (probably) just another frustration to the man who did his best not to treat Khan like the worst thing in space. The two of them had actual conversations, joked on occasion. When they had the chance to be alone they stood closer together out of some twisted enjoyment of each other's company. Khan's own preference for such moments had been pointed out more than once but the Augment could always easily deny it. Until now.

The past several days had been a special kind of Hell, his body buzzing— mind creating all sorts of distracting images. His body wanted— it was a natural thing. Nothing to be ashamed of and nothing that he would argue about if confronted… by anyone other than the doctor. See, that was the problem. Leonard McCoy was the problem, a curse on his tongue as he entered the dimmed bay, eyes immediately adjusting to the dark. Khan's movements had only slowed because his senses were too high, the familiar scent that was the doctor still lingering in the area. He wanted to close his eyes, to inhale and enjoy it but he knew his time was limited.

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When had Bones become so attached to the Augment? An exact pin point date or moment wasn't very clear to him. Perhaps it was when they first met. It had been a very brief moment, and if anything, Khan hadn't paid any special attention as he had with Jim and Spock. When his fingers gripped the mans bare arm gently to take a blood sample, the surprising jolt of chemistry he felt still burned his body. Maybe it was when he was moved to McCoy's med-bay; the mere presence of the superhuman left tingles. The fleeting look Khan had given to him when he mocked him that fateful day two years ago.

It irritated him, sure, but also aroused him, much to his dismay. The stony cold eyes that laughed at him in secret. The bright blue cerulean hues that seemed to belittle the man for being a human by birth, instead of some sort of chemically enhanced robot. Bones scowled, this time more loudly. At first, he told himself he was only interested in the blood he had taken. The magical blood that had spectacular regeneration cells. Like none he had really ever seen.

Bones really got off on the medical aspect of everything mentally. Perhaps he took his job way too seriously than most people. Aside from Jim, his work had been his only friend. Long, late nights in the bay or in the classroom, working his hands and mind. He never did have the time to properly socialize and party as Jim always found. McCoy had a large reputation due to his hard word and quick mind, and by god if he was going to tarnish it for some silly little attraction to a man who had no heart.

The rest of the crew members held fear towards Khan. Fear and some carried hatred with them. Bones knew he should've kept that hatred strong. But he tried to give leniency to the man. He would've been cast aside. Sure, people still talk behind his back, and Bones catches them from time to time. They never left without a very… persuasive… talking to that kept their mouths shut for a good while. Working with Khan had grown to something that Bones looked forward to each shift.

Khan, despite teasing the doctor in front of the others, certainly showed no signs of returning that same sentiment. Bones grumbled and rubbed his stubbled chin, pacing back and forth in the bay as the lights flickered for a moment before going dim again. He leaned back against the wall in one of the corners by the door, his mind swirling with thoughts. Then, the hissing of the doors opening and closing brought him back to reality, and he looked up in time to watch Khans lithe form slink in.

Without a second thought, Bones moved up, locked the doors and prowled the Augment. His hand reached out, grabbed Khan by the shoulder and swung him about before pushing him against the wall, angry words spilling from his mouth. "Khan! Where th'bloody hell were you this whole time? Why're you avoidin' me, huh? Dammit man, you're assigned to my bay, under my command, so I expect you to show up!" He kept babbling, too pissed off to stop as his brows creased and he searched Khans face for any sort of explanation. His body and heart ached, but his mind simply fed his mouth.

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The Augment's senses shot a warning, electricity seeming to run through his veins and he could have moved— could have broken the nose of one who would dare reach for him in the dark— but allowed his body to be manipulated. Another man, another day would have resulted in broken bones and fresh blood in the bay but McCoy had earned some kind of right, had passed some kind of test that allowed for his fragile body to be sparred. Khan denied himself the muscle memory, the bloodlust that usually fueled his movements in favor of allowing the human to have his moment— to have him against the wall and demand things from him. To take things from him, if he so wished.

It was almost enough to make him dizzy, having the man this close when his body was screaming for it. Something had shifted inside the Augment; there were no witty replies, no insults, no motion to tease the man about possibly missing him. On the outside: Khan was Khan, pupils only dilated to compensate for the lack of light, heart pounding in his chest because McCoy— a human— had dared lay hands on him and bark at him. It had nothing to do with the fact that this whole fucking thing was becoming mutual. No. Of course not. The doctor was upset, probably missed the very shadow that Khan's form made in the bay, and Khan most certainly did not find joy in the fact that it was he who caused this rambling, this lack of acting professional. Not at all.

Even the ridiculous denial wasn't going to help him here. Not when there was physical contact. Not when that voice was directed at him, so close. Not when he could watch lips move, make note of how the shape in the other's brows were specific to this very moment. New, and just for him.

Khan wouldn't have considered it to have been romantic— the way he raised his own hands and gripped harshly at the fabric just at the doctor's sides. A death grip had it been on a throat, but perfectly fine when around a uniform. Holding the man's sides alone would have resulted in bruised flesh even if he was careful, adrenaline too thick with the motion. Khan was so fucking careful with this man and he didn't even know. Couldn't know. They thought on very different levels. To Khan, grabbing the doctor with every intention of never letting him move and then crushing their lips together was a form of submission; a battle lost.

And when Augments lose they go down fighting.

The kiss itself was brief, lips on lips so harshly that it was uncomfortable for a moment before Khan lessened it— enjoyed it for the fraction of a second he allowed before his own mouth moved. It was as if he were burning and each kiss he planted down that jaw offered some relief.

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Bones would've been surprised that the Augment allowed the human to trap him against the wall so easily like that. If he were not busy biting the mans ass about avoiding him and the med bay as he did for so long. He felt Khans hands grip his sides. A sliver of a thought passed by him about becoming bruised there. But with the pressure as light as he ever felt, Bones knew no such things were going to happen to his hips.

Khan had started to become gentle around the doctor. And only the doctor. Whether the Augment noticed it or not, Bones sure as hell did. He noticed just about everything when it came to the other man. The way he moved and breathed. The way he slicked back any stray strands of hair that fell against his face. The cold, calculating cerulean hues that picked apart every miniscule detail in everything that was around him with complete ease and no effort. The way his long, lithe fingers worked with the supplies given to him.

Just as Bones was becoming secretly kinder and more accepting towards the former enemy, Khan was becoming careful with his strength whenever the two came in physical contact. Bones appreciated it, but never let anyone on about it. He was in the middle of spouting some angry nonsense about Khan being a highly irritating non-vulcan version of Spock, when the Augment closed the distance between their faces.

His eyes widened and his words were immediately cut off by the kiss. It had been years upon years since McCoy had last kissed or been kissed, he almost forgot what the feeling was like. This kiss was, at first, very uncomfortable and bruising. Harsh, demanding and predatory. As if Khan was marking his territory on the doctors lips. A moan caught in the bottom of his throat when the Augment broke the kiss. He knew it was just a fleeting moment, but it felt forever. The burning sensation lingered, and his skin started to prickle as Khans mouth moved about his jaw.

He had never seen this side of Khan before, and for a second it nearly terrified him. His mind screamed that something was wrong, but his body begged for more. "Kh-Khan." the name came out in a strangled gruff. "Have you gone mad?"

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The doctor's question earned a growl— something low and terribly impatient as a kiss was placed just under the man's ear. The sound accompanied by the bite that followed made it clear that Khan was, indeed, possessive and had absolutely every intention to mark the human in his grasp up in a multitude of ways so others would know. McCoy was his— his investment of time, his toy (in that troubling cat-plays-with-its-food sense), and for the moment: his to bestow affection upon. But affection— that was such a tricky word. While Khan was careful with his favorite human he was still violent in nature, still running on instinct and being controlled by senses that threatened to overload him. Humans were the base for the mold and humans were slaves to their emotions— to desires and feelings. While Khan had the means to appear otherwise, he still felt. There was a heart beating wildly in his chest and he was controlled by it. Usually it fueled the hate, the fear, the loneliness and all of the wrath his being could contain. But on some occasions— rare occasions, it could lead to different situations. Delicate ones. The sort that Khan found difficult to deal with deep down.

This was a fantastic example, trying to pull the other man flush against him— greedy to have as much contact as possible. Contact was wonderful; it soothed the burn, but with a price. The more of this human he got to experience, the more troubled he became. And in this situation— the more smitten he became as well. The dangerous part was that his body didn't care the method: demand, take, give, lose— as long as having was somewhere in the equation. It was a lot for him to stay in control, to not bruise and tear and draw blood. With this one strange human he truly wanted to be careful; to have the outcome desirable for the both of them in some way. But voicing that fact— that almost seemed impossible. Not now. Not when his breathing was oddly heavy, not when his hands were kneading the material in their grip. Not when he was showing weakness— that his kind had weakness to begin with.

"Are you really—" a pause so another kiss could be planted on skin "—going to question my administrations—" his lips were moving against flesh as he spoke and it wasn't enough, apparently. Keeping the other in place was risked for a split second as fabric was released and followed downward, hands returning to their spot but under the blue. Hidden. Skin on skin. Fingers splayed to cover the widest area possible, grip controlled but demanding all the same. "—when you've been pinning for them since we met?"

Perhaps it was his pride that caused him to test those particular waters, to make it sound as if this had been inevitable— as if he had known from the beginning. As if he had studied the doctor while his blood left him and entered a tube. It was bold, but Khan wouldn't be defined as anything less.

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Knotting filled the pit of his stomach before he felt it drop all completely. The first initial growl caused his face to heat up, followed up by a kiss behind his ear. He had no clue what was going on, but the way Khan was slowly feasting upon him, he wasn't too keen on trying to ask any more questions, lest he wanted to be strangled. His heart fluttered and he suppressed a moan when Khan tried to mold their bodies together the best he could with their clothing still intact. Bones could feel the Augment struggling to keep control of his strength in the middle of this lustful process.

Control was always something of Khan's forte; yet something told Bones that Khan was having quite a difficult time keeping up that forte. It was if he was giving in to some sort of weakness he had never shown. Slowly. Oh so very slowly giving in, yet still somehow fighting it at the same time. A silent but brutal battle playing in his mind. McCoy wondered what had triggered the Augment so bad that he responded in this manner. Did he contract some alien illness on the previous away mission?

Then the mans voice purred, low and dangerous. His words with a very peculiar mocking tone laced. McCoy felt the kisses being married to his skin, leaving a painful burn wherever Khans mouth left. The fabric of his shirt uncrumpled, and for a fleeting moment Bones thought Khan was going to push him away. Coldness met with warmth, and his sides felt slightly tickled at the contact of new flesh. His belly retracted out of habit and his words caught in his throat yet again; a swirl of clouded thoughts bubbling through his mind.

So Khan DID know, from that very first contact those years ago. Behind that glass, sustained in the prison cell, but having thought the Augment paid no heed to him. When in fact, all this time, Khan saw. Perhaps he felt the electricity that passed through when McCoy's fingers gently touched his arm. McCoy wanted to growl himself, and return a very sassy remark, but at the moment, he could think of none. The man holding him was intoxicating him much too strongly to even form coherent words.

"…cybernetic… twin…" he huffed angrily, trying to formulate his mind, which only resulted in a broken-record-like speech pattern. "Damnit…"

His own hands, which had been placed on either side of Khans head, weakly moved down to his shoulders; grasping them tightly as he felt he might slump to the floor with what the Augment was doing to him. Blue eyes closed tightly and his head tilted forward as he struggled to breath, his chest tightening. By gods how long he had wanted this. Wanted Khan. To be touched and explored with those calculating hands. Heat against heat.

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The next breath came as an all out huff of amusement and Khan hoped that the smirk that formed on his lips could be felt. To Khan it was important that McCoy knew where those words were leading; it always amused him whenever the man would compare him to something literally built. Some kind of robot, due to the way he could ramble off information and didn't crumble under certain conditions. To have someone act as if he weren't human enough only stroked his pride— the fact that he was handcrafted to be so much better. To have his manners actually be confusing to the creature he was molded after. It felt right. The banter between them was comforting, maybe even fun at times if it resulted in heat rising to cheeks or a good storm off. Because McCoy would allow it to continue, would reappear with a new come-back, a new dig at Khan that had just the right zing to it. They seemed very careful with the usual back-and-forth— but they also knew how to dig deep if need be. Cards neither of them felt comfortable playing, truth be told. Not when it raised Khan's hackles to the point bruises were inevitable. Bruises and time behind glass while McCoy explained that he was, indeed, still needed and that things were tense but fine.

Oh, but for the others to find out about this particular scandal. Khan had wanted to know what the expressions would be like. The shock, the pain— things that he had wanted up until several moments ago. Now he just wanted this man all to himself— for as long as possible. To stuff McCoy away like some treasure. To some place secret, someplace safe. Space was not safe, their idiot Captain was not safe— but Khan could be. Would be? It was all too much of a mess of emotions and desire to really tell and he sure as fuck wasn't about to bring it up now. Now when he was basically making the human turn to putty in his hands. A chuckle bubbled from his throat as he just barely raked his nails from sides apart to meet just before navel. Teasing this one really was too rewarding.

"Knees growing weak, Leonard?" The habit of calling the doctor by his first name when they were alone wasn't necessarily new, but this tone was. The taste of it was. Speaking it wouldn't ever be the same and he was curious if hearing it would have a similar effect. "Perhaps we should relocate?" It came as a purr, terribly suggestive and spoken against an earlobe. That small smile was still present, still taunting just enough. "As much as we'd both enjoy continuing where we are I'm sure you'd be unhappy with explaining should someone come sniffing around for whatever reason— and I'd hate to no longer have you to myself."

If he was a man of easy tears, McCoy knew he would be crying right now. From what, though? He could not fathom. Fear? Gratitude? The pain of the lust he was feeling? The only time he had truly ever cried was when Jim had died. All because of this man who was running his hands up against McCoy's stomach. Yes, he had possibly spilled a water drop or two when his wife split, but she was a good-for nothing woman anyway who took everything he ever had. She did not deserve to make him cry. But his best friend certainly deserved it.

Intense heat was building in the pit of his belly and his ears were aflame. The air was scarce and he struggled a moment to obtain any oxygen for his lungs. The touches from the Augment were more than he had ever imagined. Those long, lonely nights in his own room, imagining Khan above him. Being able to only get off on the low tones of his voice and the shoulder brushes Khan made. And now, he was here. The very man of McCoy's thoughts. Touching, exploring, claiming.

As the doctors name dripped from the Augments lips, McCoy thought he was going to cave in right then and there. Yes, Khan had murmured his name as often as he could when they were alone. And yes, he had always managed to fluster the doctor to the point where he had to excuse himself to a more secluded area for a few minutes. But the tone of this moment. It was a tone McCoy hadn't heard yet. Definitely a new one.

One that really just made the doctor want to rip their clothes off and offer himself to the superhuman. His entire body now flamed up, and he could feel his pants start to tighten around his groin area even more, and he moaned softly, his lips parting, panting ever so slightly. The simple action of murmuring his name turned the doctor in to complete putty, and he struggled to stay on his feet.

He could feel his mind start to go crazy, when more words infiltrated his mind. Relocation to a more secluded room. To save McCoy the shame of having to explain what was going on to any crew member that decided to waltz in… Crew member… Medbay… His thoughts cleared suddenly, and his eyes snapped open, realizing the situation at hand. Cerulean hues looked down at the pale hands that were snaking around under his uniform shirt.

Without hesitating, McCoy grabbed Khans hands and pulled them out and took a step back. He released Khan and cleared his throat, taking another step back. He couldn't give in to this man. He couldn't give in to the desires he so long felt and longed for. "We can't." was all the doctor said before he turned and immediately bolted for the door, which he had so foolishly locked when Khan first came in. Though, he knew that, despite Khans current state, he would still be captured before he even reached five feet to the door.

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Oh, the noises that this human was making for him were far too sweet, too addicting. Khan wanted to see how many more he could coax out, wanted to hear this man breathless and chanting his name. It was his body's demanding, offering little mental prizes to succeeding in this catch. Not that it really counted as such; McCoy was clearly willing if not hopeful for this whole thing. Khan expected this, had excitedly anticipated the moment when he'd have him so close, when he'd be able to dare McCoy to deny his feelings while they were rutting against each other. On any other normal day where he found teasing necessary he could have been the one to pull away— to rile the man up and then step back and see what he'd do. That had been another plan, another little fantasy but it was all blown to Hell now. Khan wouldn't be able to play the one uninterested anymore— not when he'd acted out this way. Not when his desire was calling all the shots.

Every single cell in his body seemed to protest when the contact was broken, that terrible ache returning and threatening to drive him mad. His hands actually hovered before him, stayed open as if he were shocked to have something suddenly lost— but it only lasted a moment. His doctor was, apparently, out to absolutely spoil him— first with noises and now the lovely thrill of a chase. He'd allow the man to make it a foot shy of the door before he pounced, trapping the doctor between it and his form. The seconds it took to cross the distance and snake his arms around McCoy was all that was needed to excite him further— to put the other man in danger of being a victim to Khan when his concentration was truly shattered. It wavered the moment he felt the warm the other's body created again, head bowing so he could nose against an ear all too affectionately while hands slid under fabric again.

"Can't?" Khan's voice was just above a whisper as he spoke, the nails of one hand raking across the flesh of the man's stomach while the other slipped lower— pads kneading for the pronunciation of a hip bone. "This isn't the time for you to play one of your games— not today. Not now." The last word was growled out against the audit, teeth grazing the lobe has he purposefully rocked his hips forward, the state of his own painful arousal obvious. "Not when you've made it so clear that I can no longer avoid you. Not when I've heard you sigh my name through these walls late at night." Oh. Oh yes, he'd went there even if he'd wanted to see the other's face when this little secret was revealed to be anything but. His scratching had left marks and his fingers now lightly followed the trail of raised skin, touch surprisingly apologetic. Gentle.

For some reason he wanted McCoy to understand that this was not him pinning and begging or even really courting as he wished. They were… oddly honest with one another, despite the harsh deliverance the truth often came in. Khan usually had the time to consider his words carefully, though. In this situation words were difficult to actually find. But he was willing to try— willing to allow himself to practically dote, nose bumping against that ear again almost like a nudge.

"Don't deny me something I'd ask honestly of you, Leonard."

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Just as his thoughts had told him, McCoy found himself caught before being pressed against the door. At first his whole body was in contact, and his cheek married the coolness of the locked door. Then Khan pulled the doctor back against him once again, trapping the man from behind. A protest caught in his throat when he felt the hands slip under his shirt and against his hip. The words poured from the Augments lips, and Bones briefly thought how it was the superhuman who was playing games.

Then again, the doctor never did mind obliging to the little cat-and-mouse game Khan so eagerly jumped to play. Bones felt a whimper leave his mouth when the Augment tormented his ear, followed by a torterous rock of his hips against the doctor. He could definitely feel the others arousal, and it only heightened his senses all the more. When Khan purred out the fact he had heard McCoy through the walls all along, he flustered.

He cursed the man for having such intricate hearing. For knowing of those long and painfully lonely nights, and just happily adding more to them. One of his own hands slipped up and he pressed his palm against the door as his other hand grasped Khans arm that was snaking under his shirt. He hissed at the scratches that puffed his skin, and he involuntarily rocked his back against the Augment.

Unlike the man trapping him, the doctor couldn't formulate words. The process was almost impossible to do, and his body screamed for release. It begged to give in; to please and to be pleased as it desperately wanted for a while. Too long in space, alone, was never a good thing for a mans body or mind. Finally, he huffed and tried to clear his throat. He could feel the need to sass biting him, yet he tried to resist that.

"Took ya long 'nough, Khan." he chuckled. "Was afraid I'd have to take up Jim's ever so gallant offer to relieve me of my pent up tensions. In his bed."

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The favorite doctor wasn't able to see the dark recognition that crossed into blue eyes— but he could probably feel what his words had caused. Nails dug in again for a painful second before he removed both hands— body tearing away with them. It wasn't to give McCoy space. It wasn't because those words had stung harsher than anything else. It wasn't so that he could stomp off like some dim part of his mind wanted. Their banter could include the usual goading for jealousy at any other time and it would have simply been glared off— but this situation was different. It was serious, something that was made clear when Khan moved to harshly turn the other to face him, eye contact made and held as he stepped back in. He probably should have been more careful in shoving the man back against the wall but he had crossed a line, dammit— crossed it and would pay for it.

"If he touches you…" Khan was looming, blue eyes bright and tone deadly as is dropped, "It will be the last. Time. He Has. Hands." It was true— the most solid truth the entire universe had to offer at the moment. The jealousy that burned in his chest actually surprised him; when had things gotten this bad?

"That man functions on the thrills of one-night-stands and you're damaged goods as it is." Later he would view that sentence as ill-ly put together and timed— even now he blinked, caught by the weight of it and furrowed his brows. There was a point he was trying to make and it wasn't that Leonard was damaged or broken because of his failed marriage. Khan liked it when he had the chance to hear the man bitch about his ex, yet without saving this moment would probably close that door for ever. His body wanted, demanded, didn't care if feelings were hurt as long as climax was reached— but parts of Khan did honestly care for the man in front of him. More than he cared about anyone else on the ship. "I won't have him hurting you for the thrill of it." Wow. That really just came out of his mouth and he almost winced because he just KNEW that wasn't going to fly without some sass from the other.

"This. Really seems like a conversation we should have after you've helped me fix my problem." Words were fucking stupid at this point, seriously. But it was his own fault for avoiding him. For not telling him what his body was doing.

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What had originally meant to be a joke clearly did not register that way with Khan. And had Bones not been so caught up in the moment, he would have realized that his sort of sass does not add more to the situation at hand; but in fact takes it away quite quickly. And had he known this, he would have apologize quite quickly, but the next words that spilled from the Augments mouth stopped him dead short.

He stared with disbelief at the man in front of him, his back aching from being turned about and then shoved against the door very roughly. Enough to possibly bruise him. First came the threat to the doctors best friend. Then came the insults to the captain, followed by the name-calling to him directly. Which ended with the pretentious thought that McCoy was going to help the superhuman with his "problem".

They had definitely bantered back and forth before; they always knew where the line was and never crossed it. Like Bones had unknowingly done with Khan, the Augment had crossed the line with him. The doctor instantly sobered up, and a low growl bubbled from his throat as his gaze set on Khan with a death glare. He straightened himself and took a menacing step towards Khan. He didn't even know where to begin.

"Damaged goods?" McCoy hissed with malice. How quickly the mood had switched from lust to anger. "Really? That's how you see me, Khan? Funny, considerin' what you are, 'n how you were thrown away." Oh were he truly thinking clearly, he knew that comment would have ended with his neck snapped. But at this moment, he couldn't give two Tribbles about it. His hand raised and he jabbed a finger against Khan's chest.

"I can take a name callin' or two, buddy. But I ain't gonna stand here an' listen to you belittle my best friend. You got that? Jim 'n I have been friends for six long years. We've been through thick 'n thin, an' I know there ain't anythin' he wouldn't do for me." Lately though, McCoy had been getting a feeling that the friendship he treasured was beginning to dwindle some. He spent most of his days in the bay, while Jim spent his time with that green blooded hobgoblin. They had become too close in such a short matter of time. What had taken he and Jim three years to form, took them barely even a year. Was he jealous of that fact? Did he feel like Spock had taken his brother? Sometimes. But Bones would still defend him.

"Jim cares 'bout me hellova lot more than you, you cybernetic, heartless piece of machinery." the doctor snapped. "He would never intentionally hurt me. We connect on a whole different level than you could never know." His finger jabbed against Khans chest again with more pressure. "This is yer own damn problem. I'm not obligated to 'help' you with it. For all I care, I hope whatever this is yer goin' through, it kills you."

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Damaged goods would never be a term safely spoken around the two of them again. It wouldn't be a joke— no 'I'll damage your goods' at a later time. It would just be bitter. Bitter and terrible and it would remind them of this moment— the moment where Khan tried to show that he actually fucking cared for this human and crossed a line. The moment McCoy's mouth opened their little trail with shagging each other without getting caught or ruining their work environment was out a thick window. Out and tumbling into space and oh, how simple things were moments ago when McCoy was angry with him because all he'd done was avoid him. When their troubles were that they missed each other. Now it was different. Now it hurt on another level.

Thrown away. That insult hit the mark and it was clear as day with their faces so close, eyes filling with hurt and betrayal because McCoy had said it. The rest of the Enterprise could take turns saying it to him in a number of ways and languages but Leonard was supposed to know how difficult it was to be set aside. Khan only knew how to deal with pain by getting angry— by lashing out at what was hurting him and this was no different. No exception. The betrayal washed away as the doctor continued his ramble— continued and called him heartless, of all things.

Something— a lot of things— seemed to shut down inside of him and it was no longer Leonard's Khan standing before him— simply frustrated and trying to convey his feelings. Not the one who argued over petty things to get a rise out of the man before him. It wasn't the one who'd offered his arm several times when McCoy felt lost and useless.

It was the Khan that earned his sentence on the ship. The one that he had almost destroyed— had every intention of doing so. It was the Khan who returned Kirk only to kill him in the next motion. The blue in his eyes was cold as he spoke, voice holding the same chill.

"If only you could be so lucky, doctor."

Both of his hands moved quickly, right coming up with his wrist bent so that the heel of his palm could come in contact with the other's nose. Breaking it. Jim would never, ever dream of hurting McCoy but Khan wasn't such a person. Wasn't a person, according to McCoy. His other hand? It followed through but as a fist to a shoulder— one already damaged from his rough shoving earlier. A broken nose and a solid dislocation just like that— in less time for one to breathe in and out. Khan felt the demand subside, the breaking of bones being more satisfying than their closeness before. A better sacrifice to the God he essentially was.

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It happened all too quickly, that it caught the doctor completely off guard. The pain that radiated through his nose and then his shoulder screeched and caused his brain to pound against his skull. The human tumbled back and hit the door, causing more pain to his dislocated shoulder.

One hand instantly flew to his nose as the blood poured out, gingerly covering the broken skin and bones on his face. He nearly slid to the floor, but he managed to keep himself on his feet. How, the man wasn't too sure, but his body was fighting back against the threat.

Both men had crossed the line for each other, and McCoy no longer had the energy to continue yelling at the Augment. He was grateful he didn't get his neck snapped. His nose would be fixed, as would his shoulder in just due time. There was a brief moment of struggling to get oxygen in to his lungs, and McCoy shakily straightened himself out, standing tall, with his hand still covering his nose.

His tongue flicked across his lips, and the taste of his own blood spread across his taste buds. Anger and hatred bubbled, and he knew Khan was feeling the same way. The look in his eyes and his face told the doctor so. How could they both be so immensely screwed up in the head that they completely ruined one of the things McCoy had only dreamed of having.

Muscles burned, and the man could feel his nose starting to puff. With what little dignity he had left, he reached out to the keypad and entered the code to unlock the door. "I'll talk to Jim about reassigning you to a different station." His gaze cut back to the Augment. He wanted to cry. To break down and just sob and apologize and confess everything to Khan. He wanted to try to make things right. But it seemed as neither of them were in the right mind for that to happen.

Not anymore. McCoy felt the tears pricking his eyes, so he turned, and walking as slowly as he could, as to not irritate his shoulder, he left Khan standing alone in the bay.

-end.