Rating: R
Pairing: Spock/Kirk
Spoilers/Warnings: AU, male/male pairing, blood play, violence
Word Count: ~2190
Disclaimer: Star Trek TOS and all its characters, belong to Paramount and its affiliates. This was written for my own enjoyment and no money is being made from it.
Summary: On the planet Renatus lives a creature that is known throughout the galaxy. This creature has the power over life and death and it is this planet that a landing party from the Enterprise is forced to land on.
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The sun had once again winked out before any of them had thought it would and it heralded the return of the creature. All of the personnel who were still outside rushed to the Galileo, one of the security personnel rushing into the closest open area of the shuttle, the hold.
The man ran into the open doors of the makeshift prison, his screams for help desperate though there was not much anyone could do but watch as the creature entered behind him and began to drain him.
The doors quickly slid shut as the button that controlled them was pressed, the creature looking surprised at where he found himself as he felt the effects of the silver. It hissed in anger that it had been tricked into this place, a place that there was no escape from and that was missing a roof, which in a few mere hours would allow the sun to hit his flesh.
Its eyes connected with Jim's who was standing in the corner, watching the creature with arms crossed and a self-satisfied smile on his face regardless of the fact that yet another of his crew members had been killed.
One of the remaining security personnel moved to talk to Jim in hushed whispers as Jim made it clear that there was to be at least three men in here at all times to make sure the creature did not escape and was destroyed as planned.
The creature continued to look at Jim, to look within him as he searched Jim's soul in an attempt to find something he could use against him.
"You love him," he rasped, the voice something horrid to hear.
"Love who?"
"The one I took last night. The one who I gave life to."
Jim's hands balled into fists at the words, something the creature saw right away.
"Ah. I see. So he did mean something to you. Then be content that I have given him life everlasting. That he will never grow old, will live forever. Is now a child of the night."
"You killed him!" Jim yelled, the agony lacing through his voice at the words, the hatred still present.
"He has been reborn as one of us."
"There are more of you?" Jim asked appalled at the thought of having more to hunt down and kill.
"That is for me to know mortal."
"Tell me where he is!" Jim pleaded.
"He will find you when he is ready. The bond he shares with you is strong. He brought it with him into the next life."
Jim rushed at the bars, grabbing them as his knuckles turned white.
"I will enjoy watching you die."
The creature simply smiled, "I wish I could be there for your rebirth. It would be truly something to behold."
Jim drew pleasure, perhaps too much, as he watched the creature writhe in agony as the sun touched its skin, blistering it wherever it touched. The screams were those filled with the pain of a true death that was faster and faster approaching as he lost more and more of the force that was keeping him alive.
It was over within moments as the creature turned into nothing more than a pile of ash as the sun reached its zenith in the sky, but Jim did not order the remains out. He left them there until the sun no longer entered the area, watching the entire time as the hatred burned but then began to go out as Jim realized that was it, the creature was dead. It was after this realization that he ordered the ashes be burned and then buried.
•••
He felt so drained; the adrenaline brought on by all he was feeling towards the creature draining from his body and simply leaving him numb. It gave him the chance to actually think about what had happened to the one he loved, to Spock. He had become a distant thought as his mind was consumed by the need to destroy. Now there was nothing that was keeping the thoughts at bay and they began to bombard him as they demanded to be recognized.
He collapsed onto the bed as he began to let out all the emotion that until this point was suppressed by other more demanding emotions and this thought made him sick.
How was it that all thoughts of Spock had been so completely lost until this point? Is that how he got by? By suppressing everything good by letting the bad rise up?
Now all he could feel was grief that Spock had been taken from him at a point in both of their lives where they had come to the conclusion that they loved one another. It was still a relatively new relationship, going from being just friends to lovers in the matter of a heartbeat. That had been almost half a year ago though it was much longer in the making.
His tears silently fell since he would not allow any noise to pass through his lips, which would alert those beyond the door to what he was doing.
He had no wish at the moment to speak to McCoy or any of the others. All he wanted to do was to get out of the shuttle and into the night, which was safe once more now that the creature had been destroyed.
With this new task in mind he stood up, checking to make sure that there was no one watching his movements. When he saw there was no one, he quickly made his way out of the ship without being caught.
The night air was cool against his skin as he looked up at the sky, which had so many stars in it. The night sky also held something he had not seen yet on this planet, the moon.
It bathed the world in its glow as Jim moved into the forest, leaving the Galileo and all the others behind him. He took in a great lungful of air as he tried to clear his head of all the things he did not want to think about at the moment, including the face of Spock.
Jim blindly walked into the forest, quickly losing track of where he was the longer he walked. He needed to get lost, something he really never could do since so many depended on him for everything.
Spock depended on you. Trusted you and look where it has gotten him.
Jim quickly shook his head in an attempt to rid his mind of those extraneous thoughts though it did little if any good.
Why did you really come out here?
To clear my head…
Are you sure that's the only reason?
Jim began to really examine why he had come out here, why he wanted to get away.
I want to find Spock!
What if you don't like what you find?
This is Spock. Spock! No matter what happens he could not have changed that much!
The internal dialogue was cut off as he heard what must have been a twig snap not twenty feet in front of him. His heart began to beat furiously as the fear raced through his frame, the adrenaline rising, making him want to turn and flee. He refused to give in to his primal instinct, he had to know.
"Spock!" his voice echoed into the night, only further showing how very alone he was.
There was no response. Jim did not really expect to receive one and he certainly did not expect to see a form begin to materialize from seemingly thin air in front of him.
He stood as a silhouette against the full moon, standing as still as if he were made from stone. Jim began to hear shouts in the distance but knew it would be some time before any of the crew found him in this endless maze of trees.
The figure simply stared at Jim. Jim started to lose his courage as he took in Spock who seemed to have changed even though Jim wanted so desperately for that to not be true. This was the being whom usually created feelings of love, of safety, an anchor in a world that would have dragged him down. His deep need for Spock began to consume everything else and he knew he would not be able to live in a world that did not have Spock in it.
This thought made him afraid, truly afraid as the implications of it began to circle in his head.
Jim saw Spock bow his head as if he was disappointed, most likely sensing or smelling the fear on Jim. Spock took that fear to mean that Jim no longer wanted to be with him, that all they were was at end but Spock would not let that happen. He needed Jim and he would be his again.
Spock was suddenly standing over Jim, his movement undetectable to Jim's eyes. Jim felt himself involuntarily flinch at the presence of Spock, which seemed so much more daunting.
Jim could see his eyes, red eyes that bored into Jim's soul searching it for an answer that Spock desperately needed. Jim could feel himself drowning in those eyes before he could catch himself.
They were a deep crimson, reminiscent of blood pooling on the ground; eyes that denoted to Jim that this being was hungry for the blood it needed in order to stay alive.
Is he going quench that thirst that burns in his eyes by draining me?
Jim felt as if he was paralyzed by curiosity and a feeling of longing that washed over him, which he felt for this creature that still resembled Spock. This still had to be Spock. Jim was not sure what would happen to him if he found out that Spock was truly dead. How could he go on in a world that was devoid of the one being he had loved beyond all others?
His being screamed at what a union with Spock now meant. It would mean that he would not be able to be a starship captain anymore, something he had worked most of his life to achieve. When he thought what life would be like without Spock though, it was akin to having the air ripped from his lungs. It made Starfleet look just as unappealing. He needed Spock like he had never needed any one else.
As this all flashed through Jim's mind in an instant as Spock bent towards Jim's neck. Spock's lips brushed against the sensitive skin that they found causing Jim to shiver. Spock hummed in his throat, a mix of a laugh and a sound of his rising desire that Jim was distinctly aware of. Jim's desire was also rising as he thought of what he had done with this being and what could easily happen now if he allowed it to.
He whispered in Kirk's ear, "See the power I wield over you. You will be mine again. Things will be just as they were, because I need you Jim Kirk just as you need me."
The next thing Jim knew Spock had let him go. Before Jim could utter anything to Spock about what he wanted to say, the night had swallowed Spock. One minute his reassuring presence was there and the next it was gone.
Jim's legs would no longer support his weight as the adrenaline left his body. He landed hard on his knees, his hands supporting him as he tried to catch his breath. It felt like the trees were pressing in on him, trying to squeeze all the air from his lungs. He was alone, so very alone and it was this that scared him the most.
People who cared about his well being and respected him always surrounded him yet he still felt so alone when they were around. He never felt that when Spock was near him. Spock was able to drive that feeling of loneliness and despair away.
Now that Spock was once again unreachable, Jim could feel his world collapsing around him and it was choking him to death.
McCoy was the first to reach him. He skidded to a halt next to Jim as he lowered himself to look into his friend's face. It was deathly pale, his chest heaving in an attempt to breathe as the sweat poured off his face.
McCoy firmly took him by the arms as he lifted the dead weight of Jim to stand on his feet, all of his weight resting on McCoy as his head dropped down to his chin.
"C'mon, Jim… help me out a little here."
Jim could hear the words but could not make out the meaning behind them. His eyes took in the face of his long time friend but he saw nothing.
McCoy was genuinely worried when he saw that expression. "How 'bout some help over here."
From the night one of the security personnel came up on the other side of Jim, helping to alleviate some of the weight from McCoy as they made their way back to the Galileo.
