K/S Hospital Scene bc Into Darkness was so K/S TASTIC
It was so sudden. He woke up with a flash, bright lights, soft sounds, a bed, he was alive?? But he'd died in the chamber...in engineering. Spock and he had exchanged that vulcan hand-thing whatever the hell it was. He'd died, he was dead. Was this heaven? Holy....
No. Bones was here nagging at him.
"Oh don't be so melodramatic, you were barely dead. You've been out cold for two weeks."
He was so...taken aback. What had happened? He just remembered being in the locked chamber watching Spock shed tears, glimmering tears of anguish as he slowly died of radiation poisoning... his heart lurched at the memory. He didn't know the vulcan was even capable...
And then Spock was in the room, approaching him. Suddenly... everything else was forgotten. Hell even Bones was gone in his mind, though he could hear the doctor put in a "You know Uhura and I had something to do with it too."
"....Thanks, Spock... for saving my life..."
No. Bones was here nagging at him.
"Oh don't be so melodramatic, you were barely dead. You've been out cold for two weeks."
He was so...taken aback. What had happened? He just remembered being in the locked chamber watching Spock shed tears, glimmering tears of anguish as he slowly died of radiation poisoning... his heart lurched at the memory. He didn't know the vulcan was even capable...
And then Spock was in the room, approaching him. Suddenly... everything else was forgotten. Hell even Bones was gone in his mind, though he could hear the doctor put in a "You know Uhura and I had something to do with it too."
"....Thanks, Spock... for saving my life..."
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[he dragged his fingers up Spock's side, caressing him lightly. He felt it coming on. The exposure... The need to smother that exposure in sex or alcohol... He shifted slightly, cupping Spock's cheek. His gaze changed, looking more in need. A Smokey almost distant sort of look. Was this passion? His touch showed Jim really did need Spock but perhaps not for the reasons he would assume
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You to fuck me
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It was unethical for Spock to do this but there was something about Jim that Spock needed to check...
Jim's surface emotions were tumultuous... Though the desire was there it was clouded with a savage need to forget.
The Vulcan hummed, shuddering at Jim's touch.]
Ashaya... any opportunity to be intimate with you is a cherished one... however, I believe you are...
[Spock stopped... Part of him realized that telling Jim he was 'emotionally compromised' was probably a mood killer. Instead, he opted for something else.]
I will make love to you only if you are ready for it. Ashaya, do you trust me?
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Of course I trust you.
[He covered Spock's hand, pressing their fingers together. He reached forward, pressing their mouths together. Spock please... Just do it, don't waste another minute. He needs this]
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Spock's never been on the taking end of coitus... and he admits that he is feeling some amount of anxiety.
He doesn't want to hurt Jim after all...
Originally he had wanted to meld with Jim... to tell his T'hy'la how much he loved him and to assuage his fears regarding acceptance and worthiness.]
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He wraps his fingers around Spock's head, kissing him hard, mewling at his lip was nibbled. He took another kiss, harder than usual, almost angry, eager... but vicious.]
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Nevertheless, Spock continued to kiss Jim at a languid pace....
It would take Jim a fair bit of strength to be 'rough' with a Vulcan.
Spock peels Jim's shirt off.. then moves to discard his sleep shorts....taking a moment to marvel at Jim's beauty. Spock whispers Vulcan endearments in Jim's ear as he reaches over to get the lube.]
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[Spock was so sweet and generous and gentle and.... fucking irritating. Right now Jim wanted power. He wanted Spock to hold him down and fuck him into the mattress without mercy. He wanted him not to purr but to growl in dominance... how did he communicate that without breaking the mood? Oh, here comes the lube, awesome maybe that would ignite something in the vulcan.
Still, he maybe nibbled a bit too hard on Spock's lips, he scratched his nails across his skin, he held on just a bit too tight... as if trying to squeeze aggressive sex from him. Come on Spock, read his mind. Isn't that what you do?]
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At the bit of nail against his skin, a growl is pulled from deep within the Vulcan's chest as his fingers stutter over the tube of lube.
It is difficult to contain himself when Jim is being so utterly wanton below him...
...but it's tainted with something that Spock cannot name.
Slowly with coated fingers, Spock circles Jim's entrance, attempting to loosen the skin there.
The Vulcan tried to control the kisses to no avail.
Spock was starting to lose his restraint.]
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He doesn't take long in preparation, the impatience and longing bleeding furiously from Kirk in waves. He's careful though... he would never dream of hurting Jim.
Spock groans as those nails continue to dig into him, thrusting three fingers inside of Jim.... aiming for his prostate on every thrust.]
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He dug his nails into the vulcan's body, and his own soon began to shiver. His skin puckered with goosebumps as he did so.]
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Spock's hands slid down Jim's thighs... encouraging the other man to wrap his legs around him.
The Vulcan moaned...guttural and deep as he slid home... making sure to keep still while Jim' adjusted.]
Ashaya...
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He took Spock's hands, and laid his against the mattress, mirroring the position of imprisonment... He had been moving a lot this time around...]
Hold me down...
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Jim's mind has been consumed by darkness and lust... filled with something sinister that the Vulcan could not quite grasp.
Spock hesitated for only a moment... wondering if he should pull away...and yet, he couldn't make himself do it.
It was more than the sex... Jim needed to feel something right now.
Gently, Spock took Jim's wrists in his grasp and held them down on the bed... and slowly moved within his T'hy'la... setting a calculated pace.
This was almost overwhelming for the Vulcan... the sensations were more than he had anticipated.]
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[Good good, Spock. Very good... you were obedient. The darkness in Jim seemed to flare up, like a flame eating a fresh piece of wood. Jim mewled as he was held down, pushing against Spock, testing his grip. Not tight enough... same for that pre-set passionless thrusting. He groaned in a low voice.]
Harder
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Ashaya...
No, Jim...
[Spock continued his languid pace... and lifted his head so that he could look at Jim's face.]
Look at me Jim.
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Mnnn
[he whined as he looked into Spock's eyes. He needed something. He needed Spock to move faster, finish him off, to calm him down from the emotional discharge he'd had downstairs... to fuck the pain away. His eyes pleaded.]
... please, Spock.
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The Vulcan shudders against Jim's cooler skin.]
I am here Ashaya... be here with me.
[Spock can feel that mind crying out to him...
Spock can't give him this... not like this. Not in this frame of mind.
Instead Spock removes his hands from Jim's wrists... on hand goes to Jim's length... pumping in a rhythm to match Spock's thrusting..
...the other cups Jim's face as Spock kisses him once more.]
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Spock knew he wasn't going to last long, being his first time like this... His shuddering intensified as his growl stuttered.]
Jim... J-Jim...!
Uh oh! 666th comment. the devil comment!
[he shivered again as Spock touched his face. He could do that?? this time, writhing once more, tossing his head to the side. His emotions were pure this time, no darkness to be felt. He was pure ecstasy, feeling his one and only inside him, his unobtainable First...
He had little time left with that hotter-than-human hand jacking him. That double ridged phallus and oh was he noticing that now that it had his full attention. His cries rose in pitch. In the final throughs of it, he grabbed Spock's face, making sure they were eye to eye. He wanted to watch his mate come...]
Come for me, Spock... Do it.
pffffft~ XD
...his t'hy'la.
Shuddering through the waves of aftershocks, Spock leaned his forehead against Jim's... breathing him in. The Vulcan's hand continued to move over Jim, wanting to bring the human to completion as well.]
Eeeeevil
He was safe... yes.
He melted against Spock's touch, moaning his name once as he came. He wrapped his arms around him, holding on like a lifeline. Arching against him, closing his eyes against his touch.]
>:D
This was home, and place where he was whole.
The part of Spock's mind that wasn't blissed out was still completely unnerved by Jim's earlier actions. The Vulcan had wanted to take his time and savour each and every inch of Jim... but he could do that any time. What worried him the most was the darkness that Spock felt.
It was as if Jim wanted to be hurt.
Did Jim feel like he had to be punished? That was illogical, he had done nothing wrong...
Spock's mind was buzzing with a thousand questions, not being able to completely understand the connect emotional reactions that Jim had projected.
The Vulcan shifted off of Jim and stretched out beside him... carding a hand through his golden locks. Spock's chest rumbled with a contented purr... hoping to lull Jim into a much needed sleep.]
I just saw Black Swan, I am shell shocked.... just... wow
[He held Spock close, stoking his skin... then he leaned into the caress as Spock pet his hair. He seemed a whole other man now. A calm one, pure, blissful, content... he laid against Spock's chest, listening and feeling the purr... and did as his mate willed. He was exhausted already, sleep was but a whim away... he closed his eyes and was gone. Deep into slumber leaving Spock aloe with his need for answers.]
*snerk*
No really, I am dreaming up a completely ooc ballet AU.
pfffffff!
No like... I got the whole story now. Imagine Spock as a dancer, ooc yes but he'd be *fabulous*
Simply fabulous~
Are you getting on tonight? Or shall I pm you about it?
That PM was beautiful. XD
I'm building on it too. omg. there is an all mens ballet. I think Jim should be this awesome hotshot
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HAPPY 700!
/clinks glasses
<3
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Sorry for my absence m'dear~
Did anything awesome happen? I'll be on tonight.
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Gah! I feel like I was too harsh on Winona.
She definitely doesn't think much of Spock.
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Jim is totally topless outside. So.... there's that.
:p
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Happy 800!
Whoo!
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ooh thank you for that loveliness!
XD
Re: XD
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Wanna fast forward to after supper? Or do you want table talk? :3
fast forward.
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If this is too much we can break it up into tags. I know I godmodded more than I was permitted
Wow~ This is kind of epic! XD
Didn't expect that?
XD You're like a box of chocolates~ <3
Oh alright Forrest
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