Chapter 10: '12시 30분' –Pt. 1 – (The Client)
A/N: Hello again everyone! And hello to new readers as well! You all make me so happy and apologize for my absence…
*Oh! And on another note, my story has been added to someone's community! That's a little exciting =D while I'm at it I should probably let you all know that I am in the process of finding a new house for me and my mom, so I might not be as quick to updated my work lately. But, I promise to be as frequent as I can. I do love this fic and I love everyone who's reading along so I'll continue to write for you.
Warning(s): There will be mature content in this chappie because Jim's client is being introduced, you've all been warned. The genre might change to Romance/Horror since I have come up with a new twist for this fic, just a warning to you guys out there who don't like blood and gore.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, even though I wished for it really hard on my birthday all the time (T^T). I do own the OC's that will show up in this fic. Like Gabriel and Harold. =)
[Last Time]
"I got a client waiting for me, and I'm already late as it is, you think you can watch Chekov while I'm gone for the night?" Sulu smiled in understanding kneeling down behind Jim to see the boys face. Fingers gently brushing back over grown golden curls on the boys face to see his tear filled grey eyes.
"Chekov…?" The boy whimpered burying his face in Jims shoulder; Sulu only smiled threading his finger through the blonde curls.
"Pavel come one, Jimbo has to go. You're big boy now and I'm pretty sure Jim can take care of himself if the guy turns out to be a creep, alright?" One little grey orb blinked at the man and Sulu could see he was already getting through to him. He moved closer, their noses rubbing when he looked up to see the boys tear streaked face.
"Ya plokha gavaryoo pa rooskee… Mozhesh' menya nauchit'?" Chekov looked up blinking at Sulu, he could hear the funny sounding pronunciation coming out of the mans lips. The sad attempt to say he couldn't speak Russian well and asking Chekov to teach him made the boy laugh. The fear of Jim leaving suddenly seemed forgotten wondering how long it took the Asian man to learn the simple phrase just to repeat it.
"Eto ne tak plokho…" Sulu laughed shrugging his shoulders when the boy told him it wasn't so bad. Chekov slowly eased out of Jim's embrace to be held by Sulu. Jim watched them for a moment smiling at the obvious attempt to hide the pleased sigh that left Sulu when Chekov fell into the awaiting arms for a tight embrace. Bones waved them off pulling Jim out with him.
"Come on, I'm not getting any younger here! Time is money!" Jim laughed fixing the gloves and checking the street as he ran past black SUV parked on the street. The soft patter of his shoes on the concrete echoing down the street and the slamming of a door made birds flee form there the telephone line above.
"About you, what's your story? Do you have family? What are you doing out here, why are you doing this?" Chekov stopped his dancing to look at Sulu for a moment and sighed. His thin fingers running through his hair and tangling in his curls as he massaged his scalp.
"My father was an ass… I was top of my school with the best scores and even that couldn't make the man happy. Mom wasn't any better since she never tried to stop the bastard; she just sat there and let him beat me till I couldn't feel anymore… My babushka always tried to stop it but he always dragged me back home…" The boy stayed silent for a minute looking at the floor with hard eyes. Sulu wondered if he was remembering the man, his stare so intense it could've melted the tile of the kitchen floor. He jumped when the boy spoke again almost dropping the glass in his hand.
"When he found out about my first boyfriend… That's when he really gave it to me… Beat me so bad I got a concussion that landed me in the hospital. My mother covered for his ass and said it was accident… I couldn't take it anymore, so after I heeled up my boyfriend and my babushka helped me get out of Russia. They gave me some money and bought me plane tickets…"
"… Pike will surely have us on a new case the following morning… Why he chose us specifically for this case I do not know…"
"Ya… About that, Pike gave me another file… It's still apart of the same case but this'll be like a personal case just for you."
"From what we can already see Bones is practically running the place owning apartments complexes, photography studios, and a number of expensive designer shops. He doesn't just prostitute women Spock; he prostitutes men as well… The newest clients on the site are rather young and that's where your case comes in. Those two clients have something to do with your assigned case but that's all I'm saying. Just go home and take a look at the file and tell me what you think, you have two days to think about it… Goodnight Spock."
"Goodnight Carol…" He got in his black SUV starting up the heater with a curious frown. His eyes focusing on the rode ahead but his mind still wondered to the yellow file on the seat besides him. Spock wondered who the prostitutes were, how young they really were and why Pike was persistent on getting him to agree to take the case. From what he saw earlier tonight, this Bones character didn't seem like a bad guy. The boy that ran out of the apartment complex must have been one of his prostitutes. He couldn't really make out what the boy looked like in the dark but he was rather young. Spock sighed trying to keep his focus on the rode ahead but he kept thinking back to the boy that ran across the parking lot, and wondered if the file next to him was about the boy.
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[Continued…]
The previous night…
"Man I gotta give Sulu a raise! That was some quick thinking, who knew Sulu could speak Russian?" Jim laughed as they left the place rushing out into the cold night. His trembling hands pulling his coat tighter around himself and a pair of black gloves to cover his frozen fingers; Bones was already unlocking the car across the street calling out to Jim impatiently.
"Come on, I'm not getting any younger here! Time is money!" Jim laughed fixing the gloves and checking the street as he ran past black SUV parked on the street. The soft patter of his shoes on the concrete echoing down the street and the slamming of a door made birds flee from there the telephone line above.
It was completely unexpected. The timing of this client was a little too quick for Jim's liking, not to mention he was also really tired. He looked out the window glancing at Bones reflection in the window and smiled. The mans frown was just a little bit deeper, the slightest furrow of his brow made him look slightly older and he wondered if Bones was worried about him. Jim blushed lightly, thinking the thought ridiculous in the first place. There was no way Bones was worried about him alone, surely he'd done this plenty of times, so maybe he was just worried about the payment. Either way, Jim shrugged to himself and sighed, Bones gave him a quick glance noticing the blonde had been rather silent most of the ride.
'Don't get attached…', Bones kept telling himself but the longer he kept hanging around the walking ball of sunshine he couldn't help but want to move closer. It was just the effect Jim held around him, people wanted to stay near him and Bones knew it was because of that warm gentle aura. 'Don't get attached…', he repeated to himself.
"What's wrong kid?" Jim blinked over at the man with a bitter sweet smile.
"Nothing… It's just-" The car started slowing down when the blonde realized they were now somewhere in china town near a play structure.
"It's just…" His blue eyes scanned the area finding a black limo parked suspiciously under a light post and he knew this was the pick up point. His words frozen on the tip of his tongue when Bones unlocked the door and stared at the blonde.
"Jim? What is it?" But Jim took his back pack and the street echoed with the click of his opened door as he stepped out into the cold air. Bones got out too leaning against the hood of his car. He noticed how thin Jim really was, how small and weak he looked, but that's all it was, a look. Jim was so much more than a mere weakling and he was sure that if a simple stare could kill, entire armies would fall to their knees at just the mere sight of Jim's icy blue stare. Bones took the chance to take in the blondes' brave appearance and realized he really didn't know much about Jim nor did he know anything about Chekov. Jim smiled over at the southern trying to put on his most convincing Jim Kirk grin.
"Nothing's wrong old man… Come on, let's get this over with." Bones wasn't convinced though, within the short time he had come to know Jim he found that he could read the young man rather well. It was never like that with his ex-wife and he put it off to them being both guys and being able to understand each other. Except Bones knew better, he just chose not to voice it. 'Don't get attached…', he repeated.
"Alright Jimbo…" They walked over to the car and a man dressed like a chauffeur stepped out of the vehicle and stood opening the door in the back with a smile. Jim smiled back in spite of being polite but it didn't stop the nervous jitter in his stomach.
"Are you the guy picking him up for K?" The man nodded.
" The boss prefers it this way, I hope you can understand…" Bones nodded glancing over at Jim. The chauffeur followed his gaze to Jim waving a hand to the awaiting seat inside the limo. One more glance back at the southern man had a full rush of butterflies running down from Jims toes up to the rapid flutter of his heart and almost had him falling over, suddenly he was very nervous. But Jim swallowed down the feeling walking over and the chauffeur helped him into his seat.
"I'm flattered; you got me feeling like Cinderella before the ball. Hey Bones, if I loose my Converse will you bring it back to me?"
Jim laughed letting the chauffeur close his door leaving Bones there blushing. When the car had gone Bones walked back over to his car and sat there for a while in the silence. He memorized every little detail of the blonde from the ride over. Every little fidget, every little sigh, the smallest hint of eyeliner and the gloss on his lips from applying a thin coat of minty chap-stick; yes he memorized everything because it was all he could take. Bones sighed lighting a cigarette from the pack Jim had left in the glove compartment, he didn't smoke but the moment seemed appropriate. The turn of his key started the engine and the heater filled the car with warmth but Bones still felt cold and empty, he gave one last glance to where the black limo used to be and sighed. Driving out of the small street of Chinese restaurants, away from the park where he left Jim. One huge inhale of the harsh tasting nicotine circulated through his system letting the taste numb his mind, 'Don't get attached…', he repeated once again.
"Don't get attached…"
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Jim played with his fingers and looked at his phone till the window opened in front of him revealing the driver. The chauffeur was looking at him through the rearview mirror with a smile.
"Don't worry, my boss is a good guy, he just doesn't have the time for relationships. To be honest, he doesn't do this often but I guess lately he's been feeling rather lonely…" Jim sat there listening to how the other man seemed to have an underlying tone of longing in his voice. It made him feel kind of bad for the guy so he smiled at the reflection in the rearview mirror.
"This boss of yours, sounds like you really like him? I'm sorry if I'm sticking my nose where it doesn't belong but why don't you just take a chance and ask him out?" The chauffeur chuckled lightly glancing back at Jim in the mirror.
"It's not that simple… I'm just his driver, nothing more. Do you really think a guy like him would want anything to do with guys like you and me? Let's face reality kid, there's no one out there that's a somebody who wants anything to do with nobodies like us…" Jim frowned.
"Who you calling kid? You're no older than me buddy. As for the rest, why do you have to put yourself down to such low standards? I'm sure if you tried he might turn you down nicely or if he's as great as you say he might just give you a chance." The Man chuckled again with a bitter sweet smile.
"Who knows… You're something else you know that? The names Gabe, what's yours?"
"You can call me captain, that's what everyone else calls me… So what kinda guy is your boss anyways, what's he look like?" The car slowed down to a stop and Gabe turned around to give Jim a wide smile.
"Well captain, why don't you just find out for yourself? We're already here." Blue eyes widened trying to look out of the dark tinted windows but Gabe opened the door and the blonde climbed out looking around the place in awe. He was sure they were near Pacific Heights or somewhere uppity like that because he hadn't paid attention to road but every house and building around screamed money.
"Wow… This guy must be loaded how can a guy with money not have someone to spend it on? If I had money… I got someone back home I would spend it on; every last dime would go to him…" Gabe smiled leading Jim to the front door.
"Sounds like he's real special, is he your boyfriends or something?"
"Nah, he's just my kid brother…"
Gabe hummed in deep thought as he led the blonde into the house. It was more like a fancy modern condo. Like those places you see in the movies, those two floor apartments, all windows and sharp edges, nothing was out of place and this wasn't an apartment. Jim realized he was being starred at again but he smiled sheepishly to cover his embracement.
"Hey boss?! I brought the escort you told me to pick up!" Jim cringed at the yelling as he looked around the place like someone was listening or a cop might just jump out of some place. But as the blonde panicked he missed the approaching footsteps coming down the steps.
"Gabriel, how many times must I tell you there is no need to shout."
Jim turned around at the sound of the voice. It was deep, but soft and it had an English accent. The blondes' curiosity peaked and he couldn't stop the itching urge to turn around and face his client, he needed to know who that voice belonged to and surely as he turned to face this new stranger, he felt the air leave his lungs. Long slender built legs skipped steps as he went down the final flight of stairs, neatly polished shoes stopped gently on hard wood floors, 'God he's gorgeous!' Jim thought as his eyes raked the man before him. It was a black turtle neck that left no reason for imagination, well toned muscles outlined through the tight fabric that made the blonds throat quench with thirst. His hands itched to touch every inch of this mans body, wanting to please, to pleasure, wanting to make the man break down to his very core and have him a panting writhing mess beneath him.
A soft cough had Jim blinking and blushing, the man having caught his attention was now staring at the blonde. A soft expression written on his face and Jims blush only grew softer as he bore a gentle smile, the air around the stranger warm and inviting with an odd sense of affection. The man ran a hand through his dark slick back hair with a smile and a soft chuckle.
"Welcome, am I to assume you go by the title of Captain?" Jim nodded stuttering as he tried to keep his gaze in the soft eyes.
"Y-Yes! Ca-captain, if you don't mind me asking, a-are you K?" The man smiled walking closer towards the blonde.
"You are dismissed Gabriel… And yes, you may call me K, Shall we move this to the kitchen, perhaps have something to drink?"
"Sure, that sounds nice…"
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Bones walked through his house letting the moon be his only light to guide his path. The liquor cabinet being his main goal as he took out a glass and poured in a reasonable amount. Jims worried expression never faltering form his mind and he regretted ever giving such a job to the blonde. He wondered if would be even more worried, or if he would go flat out frightened. Another glass was filler and he took a long swig from the burning liquid. Bones wondered why he felt so worried all of sudden, why his heart wanted to leap from his chest and hands itching to pull the blonde back into his car and drive away. In every transaction he's made, never has he once felt this nervous or deeply concerned. Jim had his heart spinning cartwheels, his head turning in every direction at just the sound of his name rolling off those perfectly plump rosy lips. Bones downed another glass letting the burn of the drink numb his mind. Things were happening too fast, Jim was still knew, practically still a kid himself, and Jim didn't need this. The blonde blue eyed boy didn't need another reason to worry. He felt worse not telling them about the possible cops that were trailing them. The southern man pulled at his and slammed the glass down on the counter, Jims bright smile running through his mind.
"Don't get attached… Damn it…"
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The man smiled taking Jim gently by the hand as he led him, through a long hallway to the kitchen. Jims blue eyes looked back sadly at Gabriel's retreating form. Jim stood awkwardly by the island in the kitchen and watched as Mr.K prepared their drinks. Blues still trying to absorb the view before him, he wondered what type of lover this man would be, would he be rough? Gentle? Would he throw him against the wall and have his way, or would he be more romantic and slow? He looked so soft and affectionate like a gentle giant. Jim watched his hands grasp the neck of the wine bottle and tilt it slightly to pour the crimson liquid in wine glasses. Mr.K smiled handing Jim the glass.
"Cabernet Sauvignon… One of my favorites, I hope you don't mind?" Jim smiled taking a sip of his glass.
"Not at all, you have good taste… So, how… This is my first time doing something like this, h-how, what-"
And suddenly Jims lips were caught between soft thin lips. Warm breath against his chin, his nose inhaling the intoxicating scent of pepper mint. A gentle tongue poking at his bottom lip as Mr. K traced his tongue against Jims lips for entrance. The intruding muscle roaming the blondes mouths with a dance of curves and spins, Jim moaned as the mans hands traced his sides and cupped his face, tangling his fingers in Jims blonde hair. Both out of breath, panting, slightly as they pulled apart. The blonde stared at the man dazed and he wondered if the man had spiked his drink. Mr.K took his drink putting them aside, his hands taking Jims face lightly and tilted his head to get at his neck. Jim instantly let out small moans as the strangers tongue ran along his pulse. Mr.K bit the skin softly breathing his hot breath along the moistened flesh.
"Don't worry, let me take care of it…"
Jim arched his back against the counter, Mr.K grinding their hips together in rough friction desperately trying to get closer, wanting to feel more.
"Uhnn… K, Mr.K… Sh-Shouldn't we move this… Uhnn… Up stairs? Maybe the bedroom?" The stranger chuckled biting along Jims color bones and rubbed his hand beneath the blondes belt.
"If… You wouldn't mind? If its bothersome-" Jim bit his lips plunging his tongue in the other mans mouth for another rough kiss.
"Forget about bothersome, lets just go…"
'Shoot first, ask questions later…' And Jim didn't think as he threw himself at this man, letting himself be carried up the stairs like a horney girl in a horror movie.
His arms wrapped around Mr.K's neck as his shirt was pulled off and thrown on the stair rail. The strangers lips instantly biting down on Hardened pink nubs. Mr.K touched along Jims body running his hands in places no one had ever touched before so intimately. He gasped as he was thrown onto the bed bouncing with the man crawling atop his semi naked form like an animal hunting its pray.
Jim was used to being thrown around, having his hair pulled and being told to do demeaning things, but this was something different entirely. Mr.K was gentle, finger nails just barely scarping against his skin, lips ravishing his neck. Somewhere along the line they had moved towards the entrance of the balcony. Jims naked body pressed against the glass door as he was pounded deeply. His body exposed to the city, bare for the world to see Jims body arch beautifully in time to Mr.K's thrusts. Both panting desperately trying to catch their breath and they came closer towards their climax. Harder and faster the thrust came and Jim found himself whimpering uncontrollably, the pleasure from the friction of the cool glass on his member and Mr.K constantly brushing against the soft bundle of nerves that made him see white. Saliva trickling down the side of his chin and he moaned loudly as his cum shot out against the glass smearing onto his well toned abdomen.
The blonde could no longer withstand his own weight. Knees trembling, body overheating and Mr. K rode out the last of his orgasm making Jim twitch with the aftershocks of pleasure. Mr.K pulled out catching Jim as he started sliding down the glass door. He picked the blonde up and noticed Jims body was oddly tender, every little touch making his back arch and his member twitch in anticipation. Mr.K smiled down at the half laded eyes, blue hues dazed and clouded in a thick haze of lust. Jims faces was flushed and his lips slightly parted releasing tiny pants from exhaustion. Slowly the older man lowered his form over the blonde to kiss him softly, lips making a trail of butterfly kisses down his neck and down to his abdomen licking the dip of Jims naval. Swollen pink lips parted releasing a delicious string of moans when the mans tongue ran along his semi hard length. Jim fingers gently laced through the mans hair, holding the strand between his fingers not wanting to pull in fear of getting beat. But Mr.K engulfed Jims member deeply and the fingers desperately pulled on dark strands as the older man buried his nose deep within a small patch of darkened blonde curls.
"Oh Gods! Mr.K! Ah… Slow down…"
But Jim pushed the man off before he could climax. The fact that he was exhausted hardly bothered him, Jim just wanted to keep pleasing this man. He climbed over the older man with a small smirk set across his face. The blonde stood on his knees slowly leading the mans length into his entrance with a groan. Mr. K held the blondes waist helping him bounce on his lap as they started up a slow steady pace once again. The older man reached down to pump Jims bouncing member, rubbing the pre-cum over the tip that made Jims head roll back with a loud moan. Jim came covering their stomachs in the white gluey substance. Mr. K's seed flowing out of the blondes swollen entrance, his fingers tracing the puckered hole, smearing the cum around it and gently pushed his fingers in smiling as Jim pushed back against the feeling. A small mewl escaped his lips when a soft wet appendage penetrated his entrance. Jim looked back to Mr.K humming lightly as he pushed it in and out of Jims hole.
"Fu- Fuck! I'm gonna-" Mr.K took out his tongue placing his fingers inside quickly, hard fast thrust plunging into the hole to brush against the soft bundle of nerves that craved so much attention. Jims eyes rolled back as he came a third time and he was left a panting tremble mess while Mr.K cleaned him off.
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Bones picked up another bottle of whiskey and walked outside towards his back yard. The moonlight giving the garden a blue tint made everything so much sadder and oddly beautiful. He wondered how Jims skin would reflect the moonlight. How his hands would trace along the dip of Jims back as it arch's in pleasure.
He threw the cap across the yard drinking from the bottle, the burn giving his throat a slight irritation but it hardly mattered. He understood now why the blonde was constantly on his mind, hating how stupid he was for letting it get this way. Hazel eyes looked up at the sky in deep thought, hoping that Jim was alright and prayed he'd get back home safely. He never told them, but Jim was right to worry about this; it was something even Sulu nor Scotty knew about. It was a tragic situation, but somethings were better left unsaid. Bones found himself half way through the second bottle of whiskey as he sat down the steps of the back porch with a sigh.
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Somewhere in San Francisco, Spock sat in his bed, the file on his desk waiting to be opened since he left the office after the small meeting with Carol. He wondered why Pike wanted him specifically and the annoying feeling to question rose with the file sitting on his desk, taunting him. He was already piled over with paper work from the case they were on, but another case within the case was just pushing it. Spock wanted to know why there was a side case, he needed to know why Pike was so insistent on him specifically taking the case. The fie on his desk growing increasingly interesting but he was still uncertain if he wanted this job.
He remembered the blonde boy in the parking lot seemed familiar, and he wondered where he had seen him before. Another glance at the file and Spock remembered he had seen the boys face on Carols desk when he saw a picture sticking out a file on Carols desk. Could it be the same file he had on his desk now? There was only one way to be sure. He sighed making up his mind to take the case. He stepped out of bed lightly pulling away the sheets to walk across the room. He turned on the small lamp on the desk staring at the file, his hands hovering in hesitation but he needed to know if it was the same boy. Curiosity won over and he pick up the file taking out the pages to lay them out on the desk.
The details of this case were so much more than he expected and he almost regretted opening the file. Skimming over every page, the name rolled off his tongue and bounced around his head, why did it sound so familiar? The blonde mess of hair, bright smile and shining deep blue pools of eyes were forever engraved into hi mind. There was something so familiar of this character, as if he had known him before, but he couldn't place it. The memory distorted and hazy. He sighed taking the file over to his bed. He read through another page and the information grew increasingly strange, and then he saw it. One small but very crucial piece of information. The boys father used to be a member of his task force until he died during a field case and Pike took guardian ship of none other than, James T. Kirk. Pike had some serious explaining to do.
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A/N: I've been reading some old yaoi manga I read a long time ago like Antique Bakery Shop, one of my favorites by the way, and let me tell you all I am inspired! I have some amazing ideas planned for our dynamic space duo, and if you're curious about what I got coming out next just visit my profile page. All the upcoming stories are posted there with complete summaries. Thanks for reading, and please leave a review it helps to let me know if im doing well.
