Hey guys, this was such fun to write, I haven't written much for Star Trek in a while, and this made me miss my boys, gonna have to start checking off some fics in my to write list for them again, there's another Mirrorverse one in there I'm keen to write.
I love how their dynamic is so different yet the same in Mirrorverse, at the core they are still the Jim and Spock that I love.
Spread good vibes this holiday season, let me know if you enjoyed this story, much love, happy holidays xox
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Metal flashed in the Enterprise's artificial light, the sound of two blades clashing rang out down the corridors of the ship as the captain and first officer's sparring session intensified. The two men spilled out of the gym, startling passing crewmen as they danced down the hall, teeth clenched, breathing laboured, and a flush of colour adorning their faces.
They did not relent as they moved throughout the ship, even continuing their fight in more than one turbolift. Command Gold and Science Blue, Captain and First Officer, setting examples of their strength, stamina, and skill to all aboard, a warning not to trifle with those in command, and a test to ensure that the other was still fit to hold his rank.
Alas, after quite some time, it became apparent that Mr Spock's Vulcan heritage had once again prevailed as he cornered Kirk against a wall crawling with thorny vines and white berries in the botany department of the ship. Spock was quick to draw his knife against Kirk's throat, pinning him to the wall, the sharp thorns breaking through the thick material of his tunic and piercing his skin.
It would be easy enough to kill the Captain in that moment if Spock so wished, they both knew it, Jim's chest heaved with exertion, his muscles ached, sweat covered him in a glossy sheen, and yet he grinned cockily.
"What now, Mr Spock?" he growled through his teeth.
Spock didn't answer him however, instead he seemed to search Jim's eyes, for what the Captain was not sure. The dark brown gaze of his First Officer tore away, upwards, for a few moments before returning, accompanied by a hand to the back of his neck. Jim tried to squirm away, but between the blade, and Vulcan strength, and the wall of thorns, he was truly trapped.
It was then that Spock did something somewhat unexpected, he leant in, and then pressed a lingering but chaste kiss to Jim's lips.
"You call that a kiss?" Jim challenged, desperately hiding the overwhelming waves of desire, and something pathetically softer that crashed into him from that one kiss.
A dark eyebrow rose on his First Officer's face, and then they were kissing again, that time it was rougher, filthier, all teeth and tongue and lips. The blade nicked Jim's throat in their battle for domination, and he moaned quietly, privately viewing it as Spock marking him, like a hickey. Jim's hands found Spock's neat hair, and sweaty back, digging his fingers in, and pulling the Vulcan flush against him, feeling the way Spock's interest matched his own in their Starfleet issued pants.
When Spock started to move his hips, rutting against Jim, pushing the thorns deeper into his back, blade still teasing his throat, Jim shoved Spock off of him. Panting, they stared at each other, desire darkening their gaze. Feeling a droplet of blood oozing down his neck, Jim collected it on his thumb, and then, eyes still locked with Spock's, he licked it off as the Vulcan watched, his own tongue darting out and wetting his lips.
"My quarters. Five minutes, Mr Spock," Jim ordered.
"Yes, Captain," Spock nodded once in affirmation.
On that note, Jim tore his eyes away, and pushed past his First Officer, heading directly to his quarters, heart pounding and cock throbbing.