Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. I own nothing interesting. All I've got is my bones, must be why I like McCoy so much.

AN: Kirk and McCoy having had their first fight, now mend fences.

Through A Mirror Darkly

McCoy wasn't quite sure how he ended up pinned to the wall, wasn't really sure of much of anything except the fact that for all that Kirk might be a vicious bastard, he was most assuredly a fabulous kisser. Kirk pulled back and looked at him with heated eyes. "You are wearing way too many clothes." Then Kirk's lips were back on his and the sound of rending fabric filled the air, as Kirk ripped his shirt sending buttons scattering across the room. McCoy shuddered at both the sudden exposure to the cool air of the cabin and the hungry eyes consuming every millimeter of him that there was to see.

Then eyes were replaced with strong hands and warm mouth, as Kirk pressed him harder against the wall. As Kirk placed his marks of passion and protection on McCoy's bared neck, his hands found the closure of McCoy's pants and divested him of them, leaving him standing in a loose puddle of fabric. Kirk's lips quirked up at the feel of McCoy's arousal pressed against him. The smile was just barely perceptible to McCoy as Kirk pressed scorching kisses along his jaw.

McCoy's hands came to rest on Kirk's shoulders, and he gave an annoyed growl when instead of the warm skin he was seeking his hands encountered only the fabric of Kirk's uniform. Kirk didn't resist as McCoy ineffectively tried to remove his tunic while Kirk's talented lips and tongue made his eyes cross and his legs go weak. Finally taking pity on the exasperated doctor, he stepped back slightly and pulled the tunic over his head. He reached into his pocket and reserving only one solitary item that he found there discarded the lower half of his uniform as well.

Deft fingers opened the tube of lubricant, which he used to slick himself, and then coat his fingers. McCoy kicked away the potentially confining pile of fabric, and Kirk pulled one leg up to wrap around his waist while he readied McCoy for him. McCoy gasped as Kirk's fingers entered him. "You okay?" Kirk stilled his fingers as he waited for McCoy's answer. McCoy's answering growl of frustration and arching up into Kirk's hand brought a satisfied grin to his face. "That's right, you like that don't you sweetheart?"

Kirk twisted his fingers until he was contented that McCoy wouldn't experience any discomfort when he entered him, and smiled at McCoy aggravated groan as Kirk removed his fingers. That groan was replaced with a startled gasp and McCoy's eyes slamming shut while he worried his lower lip between his teeth as Kirk lift his other leg around his waist, and held him against the wall. Kirk allowed McCoy to feel the strength it took to keep him there unmoving for a moment. Then he aligned himself with McCoy's entrance and slid into him agonizingly slowly, until McCoy trembled with need.

As Kirk seated himself McCoy's hands clenched Kirk's shoulders for support, and as Kirk began trusting McCoy's world narrowed to here, now, and oh sweet god more. Kirk smiled at the needy gasps and breathy whimpers emanating from his consort, and pressed kisses along McCoy's chin and jaw. Kirk used the loud gasp when he began toying with McCoy's hardened nipples to invade his mouth, and he swallowed the sounds coming from McCoy. A glance down revealed that McCoy's cock was hard and the evidence of his arousal formed a glistening trail as Kirk leaned into McCoy's body trapping it between them. As he did this McCoy gasped and he arched into Kirk's solid presence desperately searching for more friction.

"Want something sweetheart?"

McCoy looked at him with half lidded eyes, and gasped. "Please-"

"Please what sweetheart?" Kirk's voice was warm and encouraging, and he could see McCoy's brain trying to formulate an actual sentence.

"Please sir?" This simple sentence panted rather than spoken sent a strong wave of desire through Kirk, and though he managed to keep his face from showing how hot he found this request there was no way that McCoy didn't feel the cock buried inside him jump in response. Kirk thought about making McCoy wait until he'd coaxed the full sentence from him, but decided that could wait for a night when they were a little less on edge.

He reached down and stroked his fingers over McCoy's cock running his fingers up and down its length causing him to gasp and shudder. "Come for me sweetheart." Kirk had to bite back a moan himself as McCoy's orgasm prompted him to clench around Kirk's cock, and the fluttering spasms soon pushed Kirk over the edge. He held McCoy steady for a moment, and then tightened his grips on McCoy's legs, and wrapping his arms more firmly around McCoy back he proceeded to carry him the short distance across the room to the bed, all without ever leaving the warmth of McCoy's body. Kirk collapsed on top of his consort for the moment catching his breath, and then having caught his second wind began moving within McCoy again.

McCoy gasped as Kirk's thrusts hit all the right angles to leave him a gibbering mess. As Kirk's cock brushed his prostate, his skilled fingers toyed with McCoy's nipples, and his teeth worried the spot where his neck merged with shoulder. "Tell me you want this."

"I…" He gasped, momentarily unable to speak as Kirk's thrust robbed him of coherent thought, never mind speech. "I want this." The statement was soft, almost shocked. McCoy hadn't realized that he had come to the point that this connection was comforting. He hadn't realized that he'd started to associate Kirk's presence with safety and warmth. These startling revelations pounded in his skull as waves of pleasure overtook his body, and when the pleasure had crested he lay still, pondering the changes in his circumstances.

His musings were interrupted by a loud growl imitating from his stomach. Kirk raised up on his elbow and looked down at him with an annoyance that left a crease on his forehead. "You skipped lunch today didn't you?"

McCoy felt a blush raising on his cheeks, as Kirk looked at him disapprovingly. "Saw the pictures before I had a chance. I couldn't keep anything down after that." Because he would like to maintain some semblance of dignity he doesn't mention that his breakfast had made a reappearance, lending truth to the symptoms he'd documented when he'd placed himself on medical leave.

Kirk sighed, and brought his fingers up to tangle in McCoy's hair. "What am I going to do with you McCoy? I'd mention that this is why you should have just asked me, as opposed to making assumptions, but I think we've already beaten that point into the ground. Since you were unable to eat, not just forgetful or stubborn about putting others needs before yours, there won't be any repercussions this time. But don't make a habit of it, understand?" McCoy nodded, and this seemed to satisfy Kirk. "Come on, we'll grab a quick shower, and get you something to eat."

McCoy followed Kirk to the shower, all the while pondering the revelation that he'd had while Kirk demanded his affirmation that he wanted this. This had stopped being about Joanna a long time ago, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. He wasn't ready to examine that too closely, it didn't fit in with the way he'd always thought of himself. Instead of being concerned about what might happen to Joanna, he'd been focused on how lousy he felt when he and Kirk had fought. He realized with a start that he hadn't for an instant been frightened of Kirk taking his anger out on his child. He'd trusted him with her, even after there was evidence that Kirk would kill children if it suited his purposes. What kind of father did that make him?

McCoy was so absorbed in his guilt at not thinking of what the possible repercussions of his behavior could have been for his daughter, and his confusion as to just why he hadn't been worried about her when faced with Kirk's anger that he nearly jumped out of his skin when Kirk's hand touched his shoulder. "You're thinking too hard, McCoy." Kirk steered McCoy into the shower, and he felt the tattoo of water on his back. All the while Kirk invaded his personal space in ways that weren't entirely unwelcome, with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "I wonder just how much of my very focused attention it's going to take for me to short circuit that brilliant mind of yours for a while?"

And then his lips were busy while Kirk stroked soap slicked hands along the planes of his chest, stopping to play with his already oversensitized nipples. Kirk's lips trailed from McCoy's up to his ear, where the warmth of the commanding voice made McCoy tremble as the vibrations tingled in his ear. "You are so very, very pretty when you let go for me like this. I'm going to make you come so often and so hard tonight that tomorrow just the slightest breeze will be enough to make you twitch." He reached down and rubbed his palm over McCoy's dick which was half hard again from the ministrations of Kirk's talented fingers, and the images that his whispered promises called to mind.

"I did tell you that you would be receiving more rigorous attention soon. Had to delay it for a bit thanks to Janice, but never let it be said that I don't keep my word." His fingers circled the sensitive head of McCoy's dick, and he smiled a little as McCoy hips jumped even as he hissed from the overstimulation. He turned McCoy around, and had him brace himself against the shower wall with his forearms. He took the soap in his hands again, building up a rich lather, before nudging McCoy's legs apart with his foot.

Taking advantage of his widened stance Kirk used one hand to begin playing with McCoy's ass, while the other reached around and stroked McCoy's cock. He whimpered a bit at first, as the stimulation was made more intense by the attention that Kirk had given the areas not long ago. He hissed half in pleasure and half in pain as Kirk slid two fingers into his ass, and began brushing against the swollen gland that he found there. As he made McCoy whimper and gasp, Kirk leaned forward and placed kisses on the smooth skin of McCoy's shoulders and back. McCoy arched back into the caress, and his head came to rest on Kirk's shoulder as he panted. Finally when McCoy was gasping and trembling, Kirk's hand began to slow, finally giving McCoy's dick one last fond pat in farewell. At the same time Kirk removed his fingers, and McCoy shuddered against him caught between wanting more, and being on the edge of too much.

Kirk spun McCoy around, and kissed him deeply, tangling his fingers in his hair and swallowed the needy little gasps and moans. Kirk kept up the kiss until the water had washed the last of the soap that he'd used away, and then pulled away with a smirk as McCoy looked positively debauched despite being squeaky clean. "Time for us to get something in that stomach of yours, can't have you keeling over in the middle of the festivities. And trust me, what I've planned for the evening is going to require a lot of energy."

The two stepped out of the shower, and Kirk indulged himself in another lengthy kiss, as the sight of McCoy standing there glistening with water droplets wrapped in nothing but a towel sent jolts of desire running along his spine. Kirk pulled away somewhat reluctantly, and sent McCoy on his way with orders to take care of any personal business he might have before meeting him in the dining room. Kirk gave his departing consort a final hungry glance before making good use of the time that remained before McCoy joined him.

When McCoy emerged from the bathroom Kirk had put on a pair of pants and taken a seat in the dining room. A plate and glass sat on the table to his side, and the cushion that McCoy had seen only once before was arranged between Kirk's wide spread legs, instead of off to the side as it had been previously. McCoy knew what was expected of him, and rather than ruin the thus far rather enjoyable evening with his resentment at being ordered to kneel, he walked over and sank to his knees before Kirk could utter a word. The position was in truth no different, but made a huge difference to McCoy's comfort level that he had chosen to kneel as opposed to being compelled to.

Kirk smiled as McCoy obeyed the implied order of the cushion without protest, indeed before the command was even given. He reached forward and caressed McCoy's cheek gently, stroking his thumb lightly over the fullness of McCoy's bottom lip, before tilting McCoy's chin up for a gentler kiss than the ones he had received earlier in the evening. Kirk pulled away from the kiss, and smiling all the while pressed his lips to McCoy's forehead. He sat back in his chair, and picked up the glass from the table bringing it to McCoy's lips and holding it steadily while he drank.

When McCoy's thirst had been quenched, Kirk began feeding him small tidbits from the tray beside him. As Kirk fed him he kept in constant contact with McCoy using his other hand to caress the softness of McCoy's hair, tease away the fine lines on his brow that had finally begun to lessen after Kirk had addressed what was going on in Med Bay, or trace the faint whorls of McCoy's ear. In addition to the caresses he kept up a running commentary, telling McCoy how good he looked, how good it felt to be buried inside of him, how sexy those little moans and gasps were, and consequently exactly what Kirk planned to do to wring as many of them from McCoy as he could before the night was through.

At the end of the meal, Kirk was pleased to note that McCoy had begun to turn into his caresses, developed a delightful blush, and his cock was standing very nicely at attention. Kirk took a moment to appreciate how beautiful this man was, and pulled him close for a tender kiss. "Do you have any idea how damn tempting you are at this moment? Always so warm, and so very responsive to my touch. A stronger man might be able to resist, but what's the point in being captain if you have to deny yourself something so damn good? I'm going to enjoy making you scream for me tonight, and tomorrow anyone who crosses your path is going to know exactly what you spent your night doing."

Naked as he was McCoy couldn't quite hide the pleasurable shudder that went through his body as Kirk said that. "You like the idea of the crew knowing that night after night you hold my favor as no one else ever has, don't you? You like the envious stares, the deference, and the slightly averted glances that have replaced the disrespect that used to paint the faces of those too stupid to realize that their lives have always rested just as much in your hands as in mine." Kirk's fingers traced over the love bites at McCoy's throat. As much as he loved the process of putting said marks there he knew that the sight of McCoy in his collar would be even better. But responsive though he was, and as well as he'd taken the assertion that he wanted the crew to know exactly what was he was doing, McCoy wasn't ready for a collar just yet.

As Kirk's whispers turned towards McCoy's enjoyment of the fact that the crew knew exactly what he and Kirk were doing, McCoy realized with a jolt that Kirk was right. Jocelyn had made such a fool of him, he'd been the last to know when his wife had taken up with other men, and even when he'd found out he still hadn't been able to leave her. Now, with Kirk, he had someone who only had eyes for him. Kirk, the man who could have anyone he wanted, but made no secret of the fact that he wanted McCoy, and let everyone know it. As reluctant as he'd been, as strange a beginning to their relationship had had, Kirk was right there was a part of McCoy battered ego that was soothed by the fact that Kirk was proud to claim him.

"Now my beautiful consort, I think it's time for me to keep my promise. Go lay face up on the bed, and close your eyes." Kirk watched McCoy rise from his knees, and walk to the bed. After enjoying the sight for a moment, Kirk rose and went to his tool chest. He'd always disagreed with people who called such cabinets toy chests, as far as he was concerned, toys were for children. And the fabulous sight awaiting him in his bed, well he was under no definition a child.

He removed the soft padded leather cuffs that he'd used on McCoy before, a blindfold, and a few more items that would make nice surprises for his consort. Then he eased the doors of the chest shut, and walked over to his consort. He placed his tools down on the bed, and proceeded to bind McCoy securely in a spread eagle position. He didn't hurry, taking the time to place his customary kisses on the pulse points on McCoy's wrists, and caress the bumps and ridges of McCoy's ankles before securing the cuffs. He tied the blindfold and tilted McCoy's face up slightly for a kiss, before allowing his head to rest comfortably on the pillow.

"I'm planning on keeping you like this for a pretty good while. Anything too tight?" McCoy shook his head, and Kirk traced circles on his stomach, causing McCoy to flinch away as far as he was able. "Remember your safe words?"

"Yes sir." Kirk smiled and reached up to stroke McCoy's palms, pleased when his fingers were given a squeeze in return.

"Well then, let's see just how hard I can make you come for me." He leaned in close, pressing their bodies together, before whispering in McCoy's ear. "Between you and me, I think that it's going to be very, very hard, and that you ought to be very happy that I value your dignity, because without the noise dampener on this room, everyone on ship would know just how prettily you beg for me."

McCoy would have protested, but at that moment something narrower and rounder that Kirk's finger was being pushed inside him, causing him to tense. "Relax, McCoy, this is going to feel good. I promise, just relax for me." A deep breath, and the item was completely inserted, and Kirk's hands stroked his inner thighs gently. The plug wasn't as large as Kirk, but as McCoy noted that the object began to pulse, slowly expanding within him. It didn't grow overly large, but managed to press against his inner walls, and sit directly on top of his prostate, which wouldn't be horribly distracting if he didn't move around too much.

"It had been a very, very long time since I'd needed things like this McCoy. I mean of course I'd shopped for Gaila before I sent her to Spock, but I hadn't had any male bedmates in a very long time. I had a lot of fun shopping for you, and I think you're going to enjoy the things that I picked out for you immensely. I know that your last experience with something like this was embarrassing, and not particularly comfortable. Now though, I think you'll be a little better able to enjoy the genius of these particular inventions."

McCoy felt the bed dip beside him as Kirk sat, looking down on him if the heat from his body was any indication of his position. A gentle hand carded down his side the soft brush of nails a momentary distraction which was comforting until Kirk switched the device on. Kirk watched as every muscle tensed in response to the intense vibrations directly on such a sensitive spot. In a matter of seconds McCoy was panting and gasping, thrusting his hips as far as the restraints would let him go. He began quivering, and Kirk lowered the intensity of the vibration. "Better than the last time?"

"Dear god, yes." McCoy panted and Kirk smiled.

"Well, let's see what else we can find." McCoy got a touch nervous as Kirk began playing with his nipples, pinching gently and pulling them until McCoy was moaning, and the tiny nubs stood at rapt attention. Kirk's fingers were replaced with cold metal, and McCoy both recoiled and gasped at the sharp bite of the unyielding teeth. "Sh, just breathe through it. It'll feel a lot better in a minute, I promise." Kirk stroked McCoy's sides gently as he adapted to the forceful constriction of the tender flesh. After a moment, the sharp ache faded, leaving a dull throbbing behind that let McCoy feel his heartbeat in his nipple. Once he had adjusted, and was no longer whimpering, Kirk repeated the same process on the other nipple.

When he had adjusted Kirk leaned over and pressed his lips to McCoy's lips, and during the kiss turned the device back on, causing McCoy to tremble and quake. McCoy groaned as Kirk brought his fingers to circle the tender head of his cock, and Kirk chuckled at the frustration etched on McCoy's face. "The goal here is to make you scream, and come until it's physically impossible for me to get you off again. Given that, come anytime you can, as often as you can."

McCoy groaned at the order, and when Kirk both turned up the stimulation on the device, and swallowed his cock down to its base in one smooth movement, McCoy came again with a muffled curse. Kirk continued sucking on McCoy's cock until his release was spent, then pulled back with a pleased grin. "That's three for the evening I believe. You're even more responsive than I thought you'd be." He turned the device off and gave McCoy a break, stroking him gently and speaking to him softly.

When Kirk turned on the device again McCoy's eyes widened in panic. Kirk lessened the intensity of the device, but didn't turn it completely off, keeping McCoy on the edge without pushing him over. "Something wrong?"

McCoy shook his head, and panted. "I can't. Not again, not this soon. Three times in a night is already pushing it."

Kirk looked down at him fondly, and shook his head. "Not strictly speaking true. You won't be able to ejaculate again, that doesn't mean you can't come. By the time I finish training you, you'll be able to come two dozen times a night if I want you to." Noting the look of panic in McCoy's eyes, he chuckled and stroked his thumb along McCoy's jaw. "You will enjoy this, I promise, but if you're that worried about it I'll go easy on you for the night. One more and I'll untie you, how does that sound."

Before McCoy could formulate an answer Kirk turned the vibrator up several notches leaving McCoy panting and trembling. The muscles in his neck were stretched taut, his chest heaved with the effort, and was covered in a sheen of glistening sweat, and his legs were tensed and pushing off the bed as much as they could. "Please, please, please." He panted Kirk's name and gods, before dissolving into incoherence. As the babbling increase, Kirk took McCoy's aching flesh in his hand, and began stroking him until McCoy tensed and then relaxed.

He lay panting against the sheets, too tried to do much more than twitch, as the stimulation in his ass continued. Kirk reached down and removed the device, causing a gasp that was half relief, and half disappointment. Kirk settled himself between McCoy's thighs, and slowly entered the still spasming channel. He stilled for a moment, enjoying the feeling of McCoy quivering around him. Then he reached up and removed the first of the nipple clamps, muffling McCoy's pained gasp with a kiss as the blood began to flow back into the abused flesh. He repeated this process with the other clamp, and once the whimpers had subsided brushed his fingers across the hypersensitive points causing further gasping from McCoy.

Kirk began a slow rhythm, that allowed McCoy to merely lie still and enjoy the aftershocks of his previous treatment, extended as they were by Kirk's continued stimulation. After an indeterminable amount of time, Kirk stiffed above him, the sagged with blissful depletion. McCoy felt the ghosting press of a kiss to his forehead, and then the chill of the room as Kirk's warmth parted from him. This incited an unhappy and wholly involuntary whimper, and Kirk gave his shoulder a squeeze as he released the bonds around his wrists. He felt Kirk's cursory inspection of his hands, and seemingly satisfied with their condition Kirk moved down to his ankles.

McCoy felt better once his freedom of movement was restored. Not, mind you that McCoy was going anywhere, as he doubted that his legs would hold him much past the end of the bed before he fell to the ground in a graceless heap. But still it was nice to be able to move as he chose. The bed dipped beside him as his hand rose towards the blindfold, and Kirk's hands covered his own removing the strip of cloth. A warm damp cloth was used to wipe the stickiness of the encounter from him, and a glass dewy with moisture was brought to his lips.

When he'd drained the glass, Kirk set it aside and lay down beside him, pulling him into his arms. "You were amazing tonight." McCoy did his level best to keep his pleasure at that statement from showing on his face, not quite ready to allow Kirk to know how much comments like that meant to him. As he drifted off into an exhausted sleep the last thing he felt was Kirk's warm arms closing around him, and the steady sound of Kirk's heartbeat beneath his ear.

AN: Ok I had planned to go into the legal stuff that Kirk had drawn up this chapter. Instead, he looked at me, and was like I've just had and resolved my first fight with McCoy. You really think I give a damn about money right now? No, no, no. No legal bull shit, just me and McCoy and naked twister, and handcuffs, and clamps... And we all know how persuasive Kirk can be. As for the multiples in one night…yes it's possible, someone I know has been trained to do it, and it is a truly amazing sight. For details look up tantric sex.

Please forgive any spelling/punctuation issues, I'll do an additional proofread later, but as this update wanted to be difficult, I've spent a lot of time rereading it, and so may have missed the forest for the trees so to speak.

As always I appreciate you reading, and hope that you enjoyed it. If so please do let me know!

Next up: McCoy discovers exactly how generous Kirk has been in securing his future. Additionally he has time to think about some of the revelations he had in this chapter, without the distraction of Kirk very focused attention.