Just to warn you, this chapter went in a strange direction and turned into horrible non - con porn, so I apologise for that – but strangely it also starts off and ends up humorous….so I apologise for that too. Also is longer than other chapters. If you think you may be upset by rapey mirrorSpock do not read!

8.

A routine transporter malfunction plunges Kirk back on board the other Enterprise. He barely has time to register irritation at the fact that Scotty has still not repaired the transporter when he feels a sharp pinch to the back of the neck and everything goes black.

The first thought he registers when he comes around is horizontal – on a bed – the next thing is that his wrists are in manacles – he follows the chains to where they connect to the headboard – who would have manacles fitted to their bed? He gives an experimental tug. No give. The cuffs show all the signs of wear that suggest that someone has struggled – and failed – to get out of these a lot.

He looks around slowly, accustoming himself to his surroundings – the walls are different, indeed everything is subtly different, but the general shape and layout would indicate that this is Spock's room. He groans aloud – that means evil, twisted, dodgy beard Spock. He remembers his threats from last time and struggles more fiercely, noting that there is some room for manoeuvre in these chains but not enough room to stand – just enough room to flip me over he thinks – oh fuck, Fuckfuckfuck.

At that point Spock walks in, apparently perfectly casual about having a Starfleet Captain chained to his bed – fucking bastard's probably used to it –

"Spock –" he says aloud – "Let me go – whatever this is you don't wanna –"

Spock smirks – this Spock really can smirk; Kirk is alarmed to find it kinda sexy. Spock raises that eyebrow that tells him so eloquently It's cute that you think there is any chance I would let you go –

"On the contrary" he says – "I have wanted this for quite some time, indeed you and I have had this date coming from the beginning Captain."

Kirk seeks the mental link so as not to have to beg aloud; it is absent, reminding him of the problem –

"I'm not yours –" he growls – "Damn it Spock you've got your own one of me to play with – can't you just –"

"Oh trust me Jim –" Spock almost purrs, sitting on the side of the bed and running a hand up Kirk's body beneath his shirt – "I have and I shall again – but you –" he twist around gracefully to straddle him, leaning in to stroke his face with malicious tenderness – "You are so sweet, so innocent – I'll bet you're flawless compared to mine – do you really think I could let you carry on that way – so unmarked?"

Kirk groans at the lust glittering in Spock's eyes, the feel of his cock hardening in his pants – and all hope he has of getting out of this un – fucked fly away like so much stardust.

Spock smiles like a shark closing in on dinner, delighted to see the hope go out of his victim's eyes. Kirk almost succeeds in stifling a whimper as Spock elegantly slides the knife from his boot and slits his shirt up the front, pulling it roughly apart and holding the knife to Kirk's throat. Kirk swallows hard, brain screaming between terror and uncomfortable, unwelcome arousal.

"Do not suppose I will hesitate to slit your throat if you displease me" Spock hisses, with wicked glee. Kirk shakes his head carefully –

"No" he whispers.

Spock chuckles darkly –

"You said it yourself Jim – you are not mine, I have my own. You are just a toy for me to play with. A pretty thing for me to use – and use – do you think I care if I discard you dead or alive?"

Kirk thinks carefully before replying, during which time Spock divests him of the rest of his clothing and then his own. He takes a sharp intake of breath looking at the naked human beneath him. He runs a hand the full length of his body in appraisal and admiration.

"Yes –" he murmurs, almost to himself – "Perfect. My double is a fool to leave you so uninjured, an error I do not intend to repeat."

Kirk fights the urge to fight, to protest, instead he hits harder –

"Yeah" he sneers, spitefully – "Yeah I do think you care"

Spock's lip twitches at this and he growls aloud, slicing the knife lightly but viciously across Kirk's chest. Kirk screams but not enough, so Spock cuts into him again, exhaling a deep sigh of satisfaction as Kirk lets a tear slip down his face at the pain.

"You are mine" Spock snarls, licking across the line of blood obscenely – "And you are delicious. I will send you back to him like this – naked, stained and marked as mine – teach him to treat you as you deserve."

"Fuck you" Kirk spits through gritted teeth. Spock smirks –

"Your use of the expletive is humorously inaccurate in this instance" he mocks, flipping Kirk over roughly and dragging him to his knees, wrists crossed over his head. He rubs his erection savagely against him to remind him of what's coming and presses the knife back against his throat –

"This will not be over quickly –" he snarls into Kirk's ear – "You will not enjoy this, and I am not your Spock -"

Kirk grunts and wraps a hand around his own cock in defiance of at least this latter instruction, determined as ever to not let anyone else win, thinking only of his own Spock to get him through this. But his internal victory is short lived as this Spock slams violently into him, raw and unprepared, so that he screams in agony. For a while he simply screams and sobs, bucking and twisting, trying to wriggle free to no avail. Spock almost withdraws but the sweet second of relief only worsens the pain when he slams back in, doing this again and again until the control to do so breaks and he just fucks him unbearably hard. The more he struggle the more Spock delights in hurting him both with his cock and the knife, digging it hard into the side of his neck, leaving tiny cuts in his skin each time he thrusts into him.

It is so hard for Kirk to still pretend when he is weeping and begging Spock to stop and Spock so clearly enjoys it, fuelled by his pleas into fucking him yet more violently.

"Yes slut –" he snarls – "Beg me. Beg for the mercy you will not receive. Cry for me bitch – I said you would not enjoy it –" he mocks, deep inside Kirk and thrusting hard – "But I love every second."

Kirk senses he is close to completion but holding back to maximise his suffering.

"Hate you – fucking bastard – I hate you –" he growls this litany thinking it will be worth the violence with which Spock retaliates if only it gets this over with more quickly. Spock growls fiercely as he comes and chuckles to feel Kirk's relief –

"Did you really think that would help you?" he sneers, shaking his head – "How little you know me." He starts again, fucking Kirk shallowly until fully hard and ramming into him all over again. This time Kirk just cries. The third time his tears subside and the fourth time he comes, more to spite Spock than anything else. After this Spock finally unlocks him, throwing him to the floor and forcing him to suck his cock, in return for which he very graciously permits him to put his pants back on before dragging him back to the transporter room.

"It's been fun ashayam" he sneers, dumping him unceremoniously in a boneless pile on the transporter pad – "I look forward to the next time."

Kirk glares at him as he signals an ensign to energise the transport beam –

"Bitch please –" he actively spits, despite all of the ache and effort – "My Spock is way more badass than you." He treasures the look of fury that is the last thing he sees before materialising back on his own ship.

He collapses into his own Spock's arms in the sweetest relief, telling him everything that has happened with one touch. Spock's return touch screams an enraged I'm going to kill him.

"You can't kill him idiot, he's you. Besides we are fixing that fucking transporter –" he glares over at Scotty – "aren't we Scotty?" he flops back against Spock – "Spock I may faint – also – Spock?"

"Yes Captain?"

"Fucking bastard ripped my shirt."

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Sorry about the delay with this and everything else – have been in a field in Wales for a week with minimal computer access – but I'm back now and announcing it with this chapter! Also will write a special chapter for anyone who recognises the bastardized quotation hidden in this chapter!