Possessed
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek 2009 or anything else connected to the Star Trek franchise.
Warnings:
Slash Spock/Kirk
Non-con rape
AU fic
POSSESSED
Chapter 3 – The Truth
Jim jerked awake for the second time in a row. The sheets pooled around his waist as he sat up and saw Spock sitting at the end of the bed fastening his shoes.
"What the hell?!" Jim demanded relieved as his hands met fabric, he was still clothed.
"You had fallen asleep in the window," Spock informed him standing up, "I deemed it necessary to move you to a more comfortable situation. I had not meant to wake you."
"Don't do that," Jim growled flinging himself from the bed the fear at not waking when Spock moved him turning to anger.
"I only wished for you to experience a more comfortable sleep," Spock informed him smoothing down the front of his uniform, if anything his movements seemed to suggest he was upset, "I will not do so in future."
"You better not," Jim growled matching to the bathroom door, if he could put something between him and the Vulcan, maybe be could calm down and stop his hands from shaking.
"I have approved the items you requested," Spock said stopping Jim in his retreat.
"You approved them?" Jim asked incredulously his grievance with the bed put to one side.
"As you are my responsibility, all your requests must be approved by myself before they can be acquired," Spock explained, "I look forward to what you will create from such a wide variety of items."
Jim just gapped at him for a moment; obviously his plan to annoy the Vulcan by asking for a whole bunch of random stuff wasn't going to work.
"Will I get the book and the dictionary?" Jim managed to ask, even if he got the rest of the stuff those were the most important.
"An interesting choice of book," Spock commented nodding, "They have been approved."
"Good," Jim replied voice steady as he pulled the bathroom door open.
"Breakfast is here if you require it," Spock said before he could retreat indicating a platter of fruit and some sort of gluggy porridge sitting on the low table.
Jim nodded finally retreating into the bathroom closing the door to block out the Vulcan. Leaning his back against it he heard Spock moving around the room then the click of the lock as it was disengaged. It beeped a moment later as the door closed behind him.
Jim let go of the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and shuffled further into the bathroom. Relieving himself he moved to the bath and turned on the faucet with a touch to test the water. Once it was just right he let it fill the tub as he investigated the towel rack. Grabbing one he placed it by the bath. Returning to the rack he pushed it in front of the bathroom door. He didn't need anyone walking in on him while be washed.
Satisfied his plan would work Jim stripped from his clothes placing them to the side and slipped into the warm water. He groaned as the warmth soothed his sore muscles. Even the crick in his next from sleeping on the window seat eased.
His rest yesterday had helped somewhat in helping his muscles heal but he could still feel the bruises ringing his neck where the Vulcan guard had tried to kill him. The bruises from his binding were still a deep purple and he felt Spock's abuse every time he moved. And while it has was hard to admit, he wished Bones was there to stab him in the neck with one of his concoctions that would surely ease his pain. Still the bath wasn't half bad Jim decided eyes sliding closed.
All his fingers and toes pruney, Jim slipped from the bath. Drying himself off he pulled his clothes back on and drained the water. He felt much better after the bath, a lot calmer then he had earlier. Shoving the towel rack aside he returned to the main room and settled himself in front of his breakfast. He finally felt properly hungry since Spock had returned to the room the night before. It was amazing the difference it made with Spock gone, Jim thought as he dug in enjoying his meal.
A few hours later Jim was interrupted from his reading by three precise knocks applied to the door.
"Yes" Jim replied a little warily putting the book aside, standing to meet who ever wanted in.
The lock clicked as the door swung inwards. The different guard from the night before nodded at him as he directed five Vulcan's into the room carrying all the things he had asked for.
"We have what you requested," intoned one placing a bucket of yellow sand on the floor in front of him, "We were not however able to acquire the black sand you required. As yellow sand is in abundance we have bought it in substitution."
Jim had a feeling the Vulcan was telling him he was stupid for delegating the colour of the sand.
"That's fine," Jim smiled not really caring what they thought of him. He was however surprised at how many Vulcan's were able to speak fluent English.
The other supplies were placed on the ground along with the bucket and they retreated out of the room. A spare set of clothing was also placed on the pile. One also noticed he had finished with his plates and took them before disappearing past the guard.
"Do you require anything else?" The guard questioned hand on the door.
"Nope, that's all," Jim told him eyeing all the things that had been brought.
The guard didn't answer as he shut the door lock clicking into place.
Sorting through the bits and pieces he pulled out the two books and placed them on the shelf for later. He also put the whipped cream to the side not really needing it. The clothes he changed into happy to be wearing something clean. His soiled clothes he chucked in the laundry basket.
He looked over stuff left. He could use them he smiled as his mind came up with an idea.
Hours later Jim stood back from his handy work, quiet proud of what he had accomplished. Before him sat a little nest complete with alarm system and booby trap. He'd positioned it in the corner under the window, the pillows making a comfy bed and the ribbons useful as rope to set up his trap with the bucket of sand and pack of cards. The hat and the sheets were his alarm. If Spock tried to get near him while he slept he would know about it instantly. Jim grinned let that pointy-eared bastard try something now.
Now that his first task was complete Jim retrieved his books from the shelf and grabbed the Vulcan copy of Alice in Wonderland. Slipping passed his trap he settled into his new bed getting to work on translating the text and hopefully learning some Vulcan in the process.
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Spock returned as night fell. Jim ignored him until he stood in front of his little nest.
"Fascinating," Spock said eyes taking in each element of Jim's construct, "It reminds me of when my pet sehlat attempted to make his own nest out of all the pillows in my fathers house hold."
Jim put his book down staring at the Vulcan incredulously. He had just been compared to the bastards pet.
"Well I'm sure your she-what ever was never this ingenious," Jim told him sitting up.
"Sehlat," Spock corrected, "No he only created a pile of pillows. Will you be using this for a bed from this point onwards?" Spock questioned hands resting at his back.
"Not like I'm ever sleeping in your bed again," Jim growled shoving his books out of sight trying to look more aggressive.
"Very well, I will not prevent it," the Vulcan informed him moving away, " I have arranged for food to be brought up. Would you like to eat in your," Spock paused deciding on what to call Jim's creation, "Nest, or will you join me at the table."
"Here," Jim told him arms crossing over his chest.
"Very well," Spock said pulling something out of his pocket turning back, "Then I will give you this now."
Jim narrowed his eyes at the tube in Spock's hand as he presented it to him, "What is that?"
"It is a medicinal cream, it will help your bruises to heal," Spock informed him holding it out expectantly.
"Why would you care to give me something like that?" Jim questioned him wary of anything the Vulcan would give him, not moving from his nest.
"If you do not believe me the label is in English," Spock said deciding to just toss it at him, "You are under no obligations to use it."
Jim caught the tube eyes scanning the label. It was indeed in English and it did mention its ability to help heal bruises quicker. "Thanks, I think," Jim mumbled looking up at the Vulcan.
Spock nodded once in acknowledgement before moving away once again, this time stripping off his clothing and disappearing into the bathroom.
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The next few days they fell into a sort of routine. Spock would get up, eat breakfast and leave to perform his duties. Jim would then get up bath and eat. After that he would spend the rest of the day passing around the room, attempting to exercise then after lunch return to his attempts at learning Vulcan by translating and comparing the two Alice in Wonderland books. Spock would then return by nightfall and bath. By the third night Jim had become somewhat more confident and started to eat dinner with Spock.
Spock respected the little space Jim had made for himself and Jim had respected that. And even thou he still didn't really trust him he kind of enjoyed their banter sessions and with little contact outside of the room he found it nice to have someone to talk to. His bruises were healing nicely with the salves help and three square meals a day had his full strength returning. He was still gathering information for his escape, but for now he was biding his time.
It was 10 days after his capture and subsequentual captivity Jim had learnt much about Vulcan's and the slight nuisances that made up their moods. And this meant he could tell that something was different tonight. When Spock came into the room he did not exchange any pleasantries, instead he dumped his jacket to the floor and came straight towards him.
Jim lulled into a false sense of security really hadn't expected Spock to grab at him, pulling him from the window seat.
"The hell are you doing?" Jim demanded as the Vulcan threw him on the bed.
"My day has left me tense, I wish to remedy this by engaging in coitus," Spock informed him completely impassive gripping Jim's flailing ankles.
"Well your not getting it from me," Jim growled struggling to free himself from the Vulcan's grip extremely glad he was wearing pants.
"You do not wish to engage in coitus?" Spock asked his raised eyebrow actually showing his surprise.
"No," Jim growled glaring up at his captor.
"I see," Spock replied letting Jim go.
Jim actually paused to gape at him, before scrambling off the bed putting distance between them, "You let me go?"
"I will not force my self upon you," Spock informed him straightening his shirt needlessly.
"Then what the hell was with the thing before, you forced me then?" Jim asked not sure why he was questioning the Vulcan about releasing him.
"That was a necessary ritual," Spock started.
"You raped me," Jim cut in, finally yelling.
"I did," Spock conceded eyes darkening in sorrow.
"Then why, why did you do it?" Jim really wanted to know the answer to that one. Maybe if he knew then he could actually forgive the Vulcan standing solemnly before him.
"I will explain," Spock backed up so he was sitting in the window looking as non-threatening as possible, "The ritual I initiated with you was to ensure we could become acquainted."
"What?" Jim asked completely confused.
"Allow me to finish my explanation before you ask any questions," Spock told him before continuing, "The reason's for this I will discuss with you at a later time. The ritual is one ancient in Vulcan culture that allowed, when captured, a commander to sacrifice him or herself to ensure the freedom of those under their command. The one responsible for their capture could decide if they wish to proceed with the ritual leaving them two choices. The two parties could either fight to the death, sacrificing life or Fight, the winner taking the other in sexual conquest, thus sacrificing body. I chose the later and took your body as sacrifice. Your platoon was then released and you became a prisoner of war, more specifically my companion. Your captivity will last until the war has been resolved." Spock finished looking at Jim expecting questions.
Jim frowned, "So your telling me that you chose to fuck me instead of cut my head off."
Vulcan eyes brows rose at the crude summary, "Essentially, yes. I wished for you to live through the sacrifice."
"You don't think I could have killed you instead," Jim accused.
"No," Spock replied matter of factually, "However if you were to succeed, my death would mean we would not have been acquainted."
"So how does this work, I'm not going to be your sex toy," Jim told him.
Spock's eyebrows lowered, "That maybe a problem, if the council were to find out you do not submit to me the sacrifice would be voided and could only be reaffirmed if I killed you. It may be possible to convince the council to send you to a penal camp instead, as the initial sacrifice was carried out correctly."
Jim stared at him, "So I don't have a choice then, I either submit to you or get my head chopped off."
"Or you would be sent to hard labor. Either way my plan would have failed. You must make a decision." The Vulcan told him standing.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up, what plan is this?" Jim demanded not wanting to make any sort of decision without all the facts, not that he had much of a decision.
"We cannot speak freely here, I will only inform you of my intensions when you have made your decision as to your sacrifice." Spock informed him.
"I don't.." Jim was cut off as three precise knocks came at the door.
"Our dinner," Spock stated moving around the bed and past Jim to answer.
Jim backed up and made for the bathroom, he needed to think about this. He didn't want to be Spock's sex toy, but it's not like he wanted to die either.
The stone was cool against his bare feet as he retreated into the farthest corner and sat down. His hands found their way into his hair as he ran the problem over and over in his head.
Spock did this to him for a reason. Spock had raped him to get to know him. And that sounded incredibly messed up. And now he had a choice. Either spend the rest of this never ending war with Spock. Submitting his body whenever Spock needed to 'release tension'. Or at hard labor at one of Vulcan's prisoner of war camps somewhere in the Vulcan desert. Or he could lose his head if that wasn't an option. Shit. Truly looking at it he didn't really have much of a choice at all. But he would be damned if he became a fucking concubine.
Dammit, Jim thought gripping his hair in frustration. He just wanted to know what it was that Spock wanted from him. What was the bloody plan he'd mentioned and why couldn't he speak about it here? Him saying that made it sound like treason. And for all Jim knew it could be. Spock might even want to defect to the Human side. But it didn't seem likely that was the case.
Then what the hell was it that Spock needed him to be apart of it.
After the last week he'd actually started to like Spock. He still hated him for what he did, but he was always so calm and reasonable. Whenever Jim tried to piss him off he just took it in stride and made a joke out of it even if most people wouldn't be able to pick up on it. He wasn't as uptight as he first thought and they'd even found common interests, which they discussed over dinner.
The night before he'd even admitted his fondness for chest and Spock had said he would arrange a board to be brought up so they could play.
It was so fucked up. How the hell had he started to like the pointy-eared bastard that had taken him against his will then humiliated him in front of his platoon.
Jim fell into a fitful sleep tucked into the corner, his racing thoughts turning into fitful dreams.
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Jim woke disorientated and stiff as he shook dreams from his head. He jerked up, curling a way from the wall as he heard the bathroom door creek open.
Spock stepped through head turning to search the room before his eyes landed on Jim's corner. He was immaculate and dressed in what Jim could only guess were civilian clothes, not being recognizable as any sort of Vulcan military garb.
Jim stood up properly, realizing the lateness in the day from the light streaming through the windows.
"Have you made a decision?" Spock inquired curiously taking in Jim's disheveled state.
"You can have me," Jim blurted hardly believing his own sleep addle decision as he pulled his shirt over his head, pushing his pants from his hips, "I'll be your companion or whatever, but you have to tell me what your plans are."
Jim became annoyed as Spock's lips twitched. He was standing there in the nude offering himself and the smug bastard was laughing at him.
"I am glad you have come to this decision," Spock said regaining his blank look, even as his eyes twinkled, "However it seems you have misunderstood me. When I said companion I was indicating for you to provide myself company as you have done over the last 9.5 days. The sexual component is only a minor addition to this."
Jim blinked, his face starting to heat.
"If you would like to meet me in the bedroom after you have bathed I will explain to you my plans for the day and provide you with appropriate clothing for travel," Spock informed him before turning on his heel and closing the door behind him.
Jim deflated not really sure what it was he was suppose to do. Spock must have gotten ready wherever he did the first day and now he was waiting at the other side of the door. He shuddered, still uncomfortable being so vulnerable so close to the man. Even now knowing at least half the reason for why he had done what he had done.
Gathering up his clothes Jim dropped them by the bath turning the water on. Then he scampered over to the towel rack dragging it in front of the door before heading back to the bath.
A short time later he was dressed standing before Spock eyeing the clothing he held out.
"That looks like a dress," Jim commented taking the bundle and unfolding it.
"It is a robe, it is designed to protect you from the sun. If you do not wear it you will acquire acute sun burn as I am sure you are well aware," Spock's eyebrow rose mockingly.
Jim glared shrugging the robe on as the Vulcan turned from him to collect something.
"You will also be required to wear this," Spock said an intricate silver cuff in his hand.
"What's that?" Jim asked taking it, examining the fine details.
"It is my family's crest. You are to wear it at all times when you are outside of this room. As a human you are under suspicion as a spy. Wearing the crest of a Vulcan family puts you above this suspicion," Spock explained.
"So this is the reason the guard was so angry when he saw my wrists," Jim muttered putting the cuff on.
"Yes," Spock replied in agreement, "A human must be sponsored by a Vulcan family to reside in a Vulcan settlement. He not seeing such a band would have immediately categorized you as a human spy."
Jim stooped slipping the soft boots Spock provided onto his feet, "Where are we going?"
"We will be venturing into the main town to acquire necessities for your stay here as well as a few items I am in need of at this time," The Vulcan replied unlocking the door and stepping into the hall way.
Jim didn't answer until they had passed the guard and started down the corridor, "You're buying me stuff?"
"If you are to remain as my companion you will require more clothing and other essentials," Spock informed him as he led them through the citadel and down into a courtyard, different from the one Jim could see from their window.
"Oh," Jim mumbled not sure how he should feel about Spock buying him stuff. The heat hitting him like a wall as he stepped into the full light of the sun preventing him from further comment as it took his breath away. He was glad then for the robe Spock had given him.
Jim looked around, the burning air in his lungs making it slightly difficult to breath. The walls were much smaller and he could see beyond the gates the road slopping downwards. At the bottom of the slope, nestled in the valley was the Vulcan city of ShiKah. It, as far as Jim could remember was protected by the mountains he could see on the far side. These housed a huge aquifer which provided the city with water. The citadel behind them protected the other side from the sweeping winds of the desert forge. The forge itself and the harsh terrain protected the city from enemy, or well Human attack.
He was startled from his thoughts as Spock placed a hand on his back to usher him forwards. Pulling himself away he stepped onto the transport, taking a seat where Spock indicated.
The trip was uneventful as Jim ignored Spock in favor of staring out the windows at the city growing ever closer. It was a marvel of architecture, the Vulcan's being more advanced in structural engineering then humans. Each building was beautifully crafted and Jim's intelligent eyes took in each one noting the advancements that could be applied to human structures.
They got off in the center of the shopping district, made obvious by the abundance of shops, each totting some ware or another.
Spock led them off the main street into the shade of the buildings. The alley was narrow and winding disorientating Jim entirely as they emerged into a smaller street filled with small boutiques and specialty stores. The city's residents spared only a passing gaze as they walked by the wide-eyed human.
Jim eyes kept moving watching everything around him as he was forced to stay at Spock's side, wary of the strange city. It could have been a perfect opportunity to escape into the crowd, but without money and only a little of the language it was a lost cause. And his curiously as to what Spock wanted from him stayed any attempt.
The store Spock directed him to was small and out of the way, but by the looks of the organized shelves it would provide him with all his clothing needs. The Vulcan running the shop was impassive and efficient pulling out anything Spock asked for. Jim soon had an arm full of clothing and being shoved towards a changing room. Spock stood by as he tired everything on, hands slightly shaking still uncomfortable undressing around him.
Finally the ordeal was over and they each took up a bag full of clothing. Jim was still reeling over the amount of money Spock spent on him. Even in a foreign currency Jim could tell with that many numbers before the decimal. Spock seemed completely unfazed when he handed over his credit.
His captor had suddenly become his benefactor, Jim thought following Spock through the crowds. He really didn't like that, but he had little choice not to. The clothes he carried now were the only ones he had, since Spock had ripped his fatigues, he thought darkly. His eyes shifted to an alley as they walked, a perfect opportunity to escape. Then he shook himself, he had to stay.
"So where are we going now?" Jim asked curious as Spock led them further away from the city centre. The buildings becoming smaller more residential in style.
"To my family's home, we can speak freely there," Spock informed him as they turned into a street lined with large flat roof houses. Intricate detailing indicated the wealth of the neighbourhood. Jim tried not to should his interest as they stopped at one of the largest houses. The writing on the gate meant nothing to him as it swung open and they made their way up the garden path to the door.
Spock knocked three times on the door and waited.
Jim shrugged moving into the shade of the porch. After the walk he was feeling out of breath and prickly, sweat catching under the heavy robe in all the wrong places. It felt like an age for the door to open and when it did, Jim blinked in surprise.
The woman standing before them must be the maid or something, her lips widening in a smile and her ears perfectly rounded.
"Spock?!" Her smile widened even further.
"Good afternoon Mother," Spock nodded before indicating Jim, "This is Captain Jim Kirk the one I discussed with you."
Jim wanted to be polite and greet the nice looking woman warmly, but he blurted incredulously, "Your Mother's human?!"
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