Chapter 11: Gotta talk to you (3rd Night)

A/N: This chapter title belongs to the song (Gotta talk to you) by Seungri of Big Bang. Every Chapter here on out will have what day of the month it is so we don't get confused at the beginning of the chapters like a diary.

*This chapter is dedicated to Cyiusblack, thanks for reading my fic and taking your time to stop by and leave a quick review, thank you! I guess you like it right? ^-^ And to the ever awesome Aimila for being so supportive throughout all my Spirk fics :')

[Last Time]

Tue, August 22

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…"

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.

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. 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.

[Continued…]

Wed, August 23

A file was slammed down on the desk leaving the older man to stare at it in surprise. He looked up seeing the angered glare on the detectives face and sighed pinching the bridge of his nose, he never expected Spock of all people to have this kind of attitude towards a case. Spock crossed his arms refusing to take the seat before him till Pike answered his questions.

"Good morning Spock…"

"Director Pike…" But the man sighed again as Spock eyed the file on the desk and glared.

"This file… What is the meaning of this?" But the older man stayed silent staring at the file. Spock leaned over the chair slightly seeming more irritated.

"Pike please clarify! This is vital information corresponding to the case and you hide something as detrimental as this? To try an conceal this information, Pike, your badge may very well be taken away. This boy is your son! You cannot take on a case to which you have relations with the suspects!"

"Christ Spock! You think I didn't know that!?" Spock stood back for a second before taking the file on the desk and shoved it into the older mans chest. Angry, he snatched the file glaring at the younger detective.

"Consider your rash form of action Director… To think even a man of your status would do such a thing-"

"It's the risks we take to protect the ones you love! The kids like a son to me Spock, I practically raised him after George died… His mother couldn't handle the loss, she abandoned those boys… I got Jim, but his brother George took off. He couldn't take anymore of the crap their uncle was doing to them…" Spock stayed silent, his glare growing softer and he took a seat, allowing the man to do the same.

"I apologize… Forgive my intrusion I… I was not thinking clearly…" Pike huffed out a laugh and smiled softly making Spock blush lightly. He reached out across the desk to ruffle the younger mans perfectly trimmed bangs. Spock glared at the man trying to fix his disheveled hair making the older man laugh more.

"Lighten Spock, it's not your fault, you had a right to question me and I should have told you about this… I apologize too for leaving out such important piece of information out… But the kids family Spock… Look at the position he's in, if the board finds out about this they'll can him…"

Spock sighed leaning back in his seat with his legs crossed and hands resting on either sides of the chair. Pikes face was sincerely apologetic but that didn't make things any easier, it only complicated things further. This man was his friend and somewhat of a father figure to him and he was conflicted in what course of action he should take now concerning the case. He loosened his tie rubbing his eyes tiredly glancing at the file before his eyes landed on the older mans wrinkled tired face.

"I… am at a loss… I do not know what course of action to take… Director… Your reputation… I do not understand where I stand in this case… Why me?" Pike smiled opening the file taking out a picture of Jim and a detailed paper of information.

"To be honest, I didn't even think it through myself. You see, Jim's a prostitute…" Spock's head tilted slightly, his curiosity making his eye glance at the paper in Pike's hands.

"A prostitute for men Spock…" Spock's eyes flew open and he almost fell from his seat but he sat up taking the paper from Pike's hands reading quickly through the file.

"I take it you didn't read the file thoroughly then?" Spock dropped the paper looking at the older man curiously because he still didn't understand something.

"I fail to see what any of this matter has to do with me?" Pike smiled lacing his fingers together making Spock cringe slightly. He had a bad feeling about this and he was sure the next words the director spoke would have him running for the hills.

"I want you to make an appointment with him." Spock froze, his pale complexion becoming paler. His face flushed bright red and he struggled to loosen his tie suddenly feeling very hot and nervous. Pike continued to smile with closed eyes and a sweet smile making the situation seem all the more menacing. Like those animes, where that sweet smile could mean your impending doom if you didn't comply with the request. He couldn't help it. The big bead of sweat dropped beside his face and his voice came out in a high pitched shriek.

"What!?"

Chekov was the first to wake seeing the mess of food and drinks around the living room with a frown. He heard snoring coming from underneath the coffee table and wasn't surprised to find Scotty there with a bottle of liquor in his hand half empty. Sulu was on the coach with Uhura leaning on his shoulder. He smiled taking a picture for safe keeping. He put his phone away looking around the room curiously and Chekov was certain Jim and Bones were here before they all passed out last night. He walked towards the kitchen placing empty bowls and cup in the sink but he stopped hearing light snoring down the hall. Jim didn't snore, and he decided to go and see for himself.

Upon reaching Jims door the snoring got a little louder and he opened the door peeking through the small crack to find not only Jim, but Bones as well. He blushed thinking he barged in on something he shouldn't have but a closer look proved both of them were still dressed. He walked in seeing Jim's smaller form tangled in Bones limbs and smiled pulling the blanket over them so they could sleep a little bit more but Chekov noticed something odd. There were red marks along Jims collar bones where they shouldn't be and Bones pants were unzipped. He blushed dropping the blanket over them and left the room before they woke. Quietly as he could, he closed the door hoping they'd wake up quickly so the others wouldn't find them. Luck wasn't on his side though, Sulu was leaning against the hallway entrance with a strange expression he couldn't read.

Sulu stayed in his position looking calm and cool but Chekov could see a glint of something else in his eyes that made him nervous. He leaned against the wall, fingers pulling the sleeve of his left arm nervously and Sulu smiled pushing off the wall walking towards the boy.

"They're both in there aren't they?" Chekov only nodded still looking away from the older man. Sulu smiled taking the boys face in his hands pulling him in for a soft kiss. Fingers tickling his way down to unbutton Chekov's pants and he gasped hearing the zipper go down.

"Shhh… If you're not quiet we'll wake them…"

Chekov whimpered feeling the older mans hands playing with the small patch of blonde curls within in his pants. The blush growing into a deeper shade of red as he looked up nervously, Sulu wore a dazed smile but his eyes were soft and gentle. The boy fought the moan that crawled up his throat, but it slithered through and escaped his lips. He kept his eyes on Sulu's watching his face stare in amazement at every little inhale of breath, every little twitch the boy made.

The boys mind fought with him, everything said this was wrong. Bones would find out, he'd be angry, but looking into Sulu's eyes he found himself caring less and less. This was what he wanted, these strange encounters, nervous butterflies and awkward first times. Sulu's eyes were so soft and gentle, brown pools of coffee, they held so much love it was astounding. This man didn't even know the first thing about the boy, but Chekov could see Sulu already loved him. Sulu could see the boy thinking and he placed his forehead on the boys softly slowing down his hand.

"They don't have to find out… I promise we'll be fine…"

But the boy knew nothing would be fine. He wondered, for how long they could keep something like this a secret, how long would he be able to allow secret kisses and long nights before they realized it was a childish game. Chekov placed his hands behind the taller mans neck pulling him down for a kiss. He didn't care, he would take on the beating that came with this forbidden romance because he knew, this man, at this moment was all he wanted. The boy came in Sulu's hand panting slightly as he tremble and started sliding down the wall but Sulu brought the boy up taking him in his arms and carried him into to the bathroom.

Sulu smile down at the boy, he knew this was stepping over dangerous territory, there was no way of knowing what Bones would do when he found out, but he would take it gladly if he could only hold the boy in his arms a little longer. He locked the door starting the bath and peeled the boys clothes off kissing along his neck and shoulders softly. When the tub was full he gently laid the boy down in the warm water and turned around to leave.

"What dose this make us Sulu?" The man kept his hand around the door nob trying to think of something to say but fear fell over him and he clenched his eyes shut turning the nob.

"I don't know…" Sulu walked out leaving the boy to stare at the empty spot where the man once stood but he knew the man hadn't left, he was only leaning against the door. Chekov smiled allowing the heat of the water to relax his tense muscles and closed his eyes as he slid beneath the water and cried silently.

It was another hour before everyone else woke up, another hour till everyone heard the scream coming from Jims room.

Jim woke pushing away from Bones the events of last night were a haze but he knew saw enough to know what happened and he covered his mouth in embarrassment. Bones rolled off the bed nervously trying to pull up his zipper making Jim blush.

"Shit Jim, I'm so sorry about this!"

But Jim kept his mouth covered running to brush his teeth. He starred at his reflection as he brushed his teeth, he could still hear Bones yelling in his bedroom he couldn't hear a single word he was saying over the voice in his head. 'How could you do something so stupid!?' The voice kept repeating, and he spit into the sink looking back up at his reflection. It looked absolutely pitiful, with toothpaste running down the side of his mouth and his hair sticking out in all sorts of directions. He washed his face and fixed his hair putting a cool smirk on his face and walked out like nothing happened because that was all he could do, he couldn't afford anything else.

Bones gawked watching Jim walk out like nothing happened. Jim walked over to his closet taking out new clothes for the day letting Bones watch as he undressed. The southern man swallowed as long slender tanned legs were exposed and almost groaned as Jims briefs fell to the floor. He could see the amusement in Jims eyes as he looked at him and closed his open mouth with a glare and a dark blush spreading over his nose.

"Damn cheeky bastard… I'll be in the kitchen when you get out…" Jim laughed as Bones closed the door. Bones walked into the kitchen with the others fallowing close behind. Uhura came in rubbing the sleep from her eyes and yawned.

"What's with all the noise? Did something happen?"

"Nah, nothin' to trouble yourself with darlin'… Jim just saw a spider in the bath." Uhura laughed starting to take out a pan to cook breakfast as Jim waked out rolling his eye.

"Ooh, my her-o!" Uhura laughed giving Jim another pan to help cook. Sulu and Chekov came out both wearing strange expressions, Jim gave the boy a look but he quickly smiled waving Jim off to wash some plates.

"So I hear Chekov has a job coming up soon, is that true Pasha?" Chekov looked up drying his hands. Nyota could see how Sulu flinched at the mere mention.

"Ya, Bones says I'm set up for this weekend… To be honest Nyee, I'm a little scared I don't know if I'll be able to go through with it…" She smiled watching Sulu's demeanor change slightly. The slight smirk to his lips and the relaxed slump of his shoulders, she wasn't blind.

"Don't think about to much and you'll be fine, besides, Jim already had his first client and he came back fine." She kissed the top of the boys head with a sad smile.

Later that night after everyone had left Sulu had lingered behind. Jim had gone off with Bones somewhere to get some take-out. Sulu's mind wandered to earlier that morning. The way Chekov's body felt against his, the small string of moans that escaped small pink plump lips, every small detail about the boy filled his mind. He could still feel small slender fingers running through his hair, the beads of sweat rolling off the boy as they touched foreheads.

He sighed getting up off the couch looking for the blond mess of curls and noticed the glass door to the balcony was open. The windows blowing with the cool breeze and his hands came out to push the soft fabric aside. He could see the boy leaning against the rail looking out at the bay. Chekov looked so deep in thought but his form was relaxed. Arms crossed on the ledge, legs lazily crossed and hair blowing through the wind, his cheeks slightly flushed from the cold and he took a blanket from the chair walking towards the boy. Sulu put the blanket over his shoulder and he smiled as the boy gasped. Those pool of endless gray skies looked up at the older man and Sulu found himself melting into the intense stare. Those never ending pools of gray pulling him into a strange form of hypnosis and he found himself leaning forward to wrap the boy in a warm embrace. Chekov pulled the blanket around them both tilting his head to kiss the taller man. Slow and passionate their lips moved at first quickly turning to desperate hungry bites of lips and swirls of tongues. Heavy breaths and panting became over baring and Chekov pulled back to catch a breath of air.

"We- we, Sulu… I-" But Sulu quickly shushed the boy with small pecks. Chekov allowed himself to be kissed, to be caressed, he wanted it. Craved it so desperately he threaded his fingers through Sulu's hair to deepen the kiss. Pale trembling fingers pulling at strands of black hair letting the blanket fall from his shoulders. Again Chekov pulled away and Sulu panted staring at the boy curiously.

"Chekov? What's wrong?" The high pitched inhale of breath had the boy grasping his knees for support and quickly stood trying to stop the whimpers escaping his lips. His hands trembling as he covered his lips bent over like he was left winded.

"I'm paid to have sex Sulu! I'm a prostitute! There's no such thing as love for someone like me! It just doesn't happen!"

"Is that what you want?" Chekov starred at Sulu, his face again with the same unrecognizable expression. The moment frozen with Chekov trying to decipher the meaning within that expression before he registered that Sulu actually spoke.

"What!?"

"Is that what you want?" And Chekov had to stop and think about the question. His mind racing trying to find an answer and all he could think of was Sulu. He stared up at the mans dark eyes, melting into the warmth of those deep pools of coffee and all he could think of was Sulu. The name, the way it sounded as it rolled off his tongue…

Sulu…

Sulu…

Sulu…

Chekov swallowed deeply blinking up at Sulu, his lips forming the name but no sound fell through and again he felt his knees buckle and he struggled to stand. Sulu's hands came out to steady the boy, the wind blowing dirty blonde curls in his angelic face, hiding the blushing cheeks stained by tears. For a moment the wind stopped allowing a glistening eye to peek up at Sulu, both staring at each other and Chekov's lips moved unexpectedly.

"I-I… I don't know…?"

Spock drove home that night with Pikes request in his mind. He took the longer way home loosing himself within the intricate map of streets to calm his mind. The smooth turns loosing his thoughts just the slightest before he stopped at the red lights and the image of a blonde blue eyed boy invaded his mind. The smile, eyes, the cocky expression that painted his face, somehow Spock had seen that face. He knew he had seen the boy somewhere else before, younger, a face that smiled and radiated golden rays like sunshine. A face that glowed through the pain of his everyday life and knew no sorrow.

James…

He knew this boy. Spock thought back to Pikes question, thought about what kind of request he was asking of him because it wasn't an easy decision. Jim was Pikes adopted son, this boy was his child and he found himself at war. How could he ask such a thing?

'I want you to make an appointment with him…'

Spock didn't want to think about it because it was disgusting, it was wrong. He couldn't play this kind of game, couldn't understand how someone could go through with such an act. Pike wanted him to be a client, wanted him to seduce Jim, to befriend him, to use him for information. He sighed turning the SUV around heading towards his home.

"What am I to do…?"

A/N: Wow! What a strange chapter to write. And the drama keeps escalating… Chekov's falling in love, Jim and Bones have drunk secrets to spill, and Spock has a job he's not sure he can handle. What'll happen next for our boys? See you next time on another episode of Breathe! ;)