Monster

AN: `Ello, `ello! I'm back [with still unfinished pieces! D8 ] and I must say, I have no words to explain why I am always so inspired by Lady Gaga, but that woman is just hella crazy over-the-top, so maybe I shouldn't be wondering why and be thanking her! Anywho! Inspired by "Monster" off of "The Fame Monster" by Lady Gaga!

Disclaimer [Just because I already owe money for college, I can't pay for lawyers!]: Plot is mine, not the characters and "Monster" belongs to Lady Gaga and associates!

Rating: T, for suggestive themes and slash! ;]

Those eyes, clear and piercing, they could see through anything, including me. Under that heavy glare, trapped in it, it was hard to think, and I stumbled inside my own head. 'Don't look at me that way,' I asked of him silently. 'It's distracting.'

He didn't hear the entreaty, just as I predicted. I continued to stare him down, however, blank-faced, like nothing was amiss, despite the raging discomfort swirling in my stomach at the way those eyes seemed to sift through everything. He didn't say anything, and I retained my control, and said nothing as well. His eyes narrowed, reminiscent of the trial, defiant and in control. I felt as I did then, slightly angry and almost daunted. There was something about the Captain that just pulled everything out and not in a good way.

Something suddenly changed in the blue of his eyes that made it unbearable to look at and I lost our staring contest by ungracefully turning away. If I didn't meet with the Captain's interpretation later, it would be out of character for the man. What I didn't expect was something so immediate, yet I can't anticipate the Captain, as proven on all our planet-side missions.

"You alright, Mr. Spock?" He whispered in his way that had that edge to it which implied some deep emotion, some desire, some passion I always rather preferred directed at any other but me. It was too intense, and the ice blue of his eyes could have sent a shiver down my spine, if I could admit that it affected me.

"Yes." A curt response seemed the most logical in this situation. Facing him again, he approached predatorily, and the application of that adjective drove me back momentarily. He didn't pause in his advance and the subtle aggressiveness of it brought to mind the wolves of Earth, graceful, agile, and terrifyingly effective. Those eyes snapped to mine, and I froze, stuck in analyzing what lurked in that sapphire color.

"Are you sure?" He asked with that same tone, and it was getting dangerous. My hands at the small of my back tensed, I could feel fingernails digging into skin. His eyes remained fixed and I was nearly intimidated by the almost evil darkness that crept into their color, some devious passionate craving.

His breathing became slightly shallower, his eyes narrowed, a smirk spread on his face. I couldn't help but catch every slight movement, even in spite of not breaking the gaze.

"Captain?"

"Always so formal." The words fell from his mouth with the slightest amusement as he stood, clearly violating personal space, our faces far too close to be comfortable, and it was hard to tell what the Captain was getting at, but the violation was dragging on my nerves and I was seconds from losing the strength it took to not force him back less than courteously.

"Always." The words gritted out through clenched teeth. My jaw throbbed with the force, the muscles of my face tense. Slightest traces of discomfort and frustration echoed in the muscles and on my face and I was far from concerned about showing emotion when he stepped even closer.

"What are you going to do about it?" He asked, reading my body language. I kept my jaw tight refusing to open my mouth, unsure of what I could say that the Captain wouldn't turn around and use against me. "I can almost hear you thinking." His eyes flashed. Something about it was unsettling. I couldn't help but fall into a memory of something he had heard.

It was before the trial, before the Kobayashi Maru, when the news of James Tiberius Kirk was circulating among the professor's, of the genius-level repeat offender, of the worst best student Starfleet has ever had. The rumors and gossip, however, were spread throughout the student body, and sometimes I couldn't help but overhear.

'That boy is a monster.'

That was the only time he listened to the gossip. It wasn't loud enough for anyone but the two girls to hear, with me being the only exception. The class was in the middle of individual presentations, but that phrase captivated my human side's unyielding curiosity.

'He has those eyes. Before you can even think, he's got you and you can't get away, and you're not sure you want to. He'll eat your heart. That boy is a monster.'

That is what she had said.

Standing here, on the edge of shaking apart in frustration, those eyes bore into me, the eyes of a monster.

He licked his lips.

"Can I?" He asked, leaning forward, too close. His hands gripped my hips.

"Remove your hands." The words were more malicious than I intended, but that didn't stop him. Those invading hands slipped around my hips, to my wrists, deftly avoiding contact with my hands.

Still I couldn't look away from those eyes. The eyes of a monster could never be more beautiful.

And yet, as gorgeous as they were, there was something paralyzing about them. From the moment our eyes connected, I felt almost trapped where I stood, almost as if I was weighted down.

Even through the cloth of the blue tunic, I could feel the coolness of his skin as his fingers trailed up my arms, leaving in their wake a peculiar frigidness. Where his fingertips rested, some strange fire burned the skin underneath.

Those fingertips pressed gently against the skin on the back of my neck, pulled me closer to him until our lips met. He became more aggressive then, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth and as he breathed in, it felt as if he sucked the air right out of my lungs. My chest felt as if it collapsed into itself.

He released the captive flesh to press more firmly against my lips. His grip on my neck tightened with one hand as the other found the heartbeat in my side. His hand slid under my shirt, back to the heartbeat and it almost felt as if my heart tried to pull out of my body to rest in the palm of his hand.

I was suddenly unsteady, attempting to retain control and he saw that and pushed me backwards, my back of my knees hitting the mattress, and he shoved again and I was flat on my back. He nearly ripped the tunic off me, pressing his lips where my heart rested. The palm of his hand rested firmly against my stomach as my heart strained. His tongue ran over the skin, his teeth marred it, and my heart, the traitorous muscle, reacted despite my efforts to control it, until I couldn't feel it anymore. I could only feel those lips pressed against my skin, but I couldn't feel my heartbeat.

He ate my heart.

The thought was illogical, but as it crossed my mind, he looked up at me, his lips slightly swollen, more rouged than usual, and still I couldn't feel my heart.

He crawled over me, his lips pressing to my forehead, a human gesture in response to discomfort, a reassurance. Suddenly I couldn't feel anything, I couldn't think straight.

"Spock?" His breath washed over the shell of my ear, cool and numbing.

"Captain?"

"Jim." He corrected, his voice low and rumbling.

"Jim." I repeated. He smiled at me beautifully. It reached those evil eyes of his. My back arched into his hand of a will other than mine, or so I thought. His smile widened and he bent down and kissed me again.

I could only feel where his hands were, where his lips were, where his skin touched mine, and I could barely think.

He was a monster, but I wanted him.

AN: I really don't like first person! haha, but I wrote it that way because that's how it came to me. :]

Comment with the song you'd like to see next!