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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Star_Trek_(2009)
  Relationship:
      Christopher_Pike/Pavel_Chekov, James_T._Kirk/Nyota_Uhura/Spock, Hikaru
      Sulu/Leonard_McCoy, Hikaru_Sulu/Pavel_Chekov, Gaila/Nyota_Uhura/Spock,
      Gaila/Leonard_McCoy
  Character:
      Christopher_Pike, James_T._Kirk, Gaila_(Star_Trek), Nyota_Uhura, Spock,
      Pavel_Chekov, Hikaru_Sulu, Leonard_McCoy
  Additional Tags:
      Sex_Pollen, Tentacles, Threesome, Threesome_Slash, Threesome_-_F/M/M,
      Tentacle_Monsters, Tentacle_Rape, Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Ficlet
      Collection
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-01-18 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 1980
****** Star Trek Ficlets, November 2009 ******
by Rubynye
Summary
     From a ficlet offer in November 2009.
***** McCoy/Sulu, Sex Pollen and Bondage *****
"Those plants," growled McCoy as he tore at Hikaru's pants, "those goddamn
plants of yours--" He kissed Hikaru hard, with a resiliently soft mouth,
cutting off his gathering protest, then went right back to grumping as he
shoved Hikaru's pants down his thighs. "Shouldn't let 'em on the ship--" And he
kissed Hikaru again, warmly, passionately, almost tenderly, completely
contrasting with his hard steady hands shoving up Hikaru's shirts and his
unfair slander of Hikaru's plants.
Hikaru wrenched his mouth away from McCoy's surprisingly sweet kiss, not
because his pulse wasn't drumming urgency down his nerves or to plead to be
unstrapped from the medical restraints but because he really had to defend his
plants. "I scanned every -- Jesus," as McCoy sucked a hickey over his left
pectoral "-- scanned them all before they came, fuck--" with McCoy's teeth sunk
in his right nipple, McCoy's hands trailing over his ribs "-- brought them
aboard, all harmless, even the Nymphadenia, just your, gnnh, your fault you
startled her!"
"My fault?" McCoy muttered indignantly into Hikaru's navel, and Hikaru thought
maybe he should be a bit more conciliatory to a man with advanced medical
knowledge and a grumpy mouth near his dick. "You invited me!"
"And, God, I told you not to fucking -- oh fuck -- to touch -- Christ your
mouth, how do you bitch like that with such a gorgeous mouth?" A mouth
currently sucking kisses around the base of Hikaru's dick, over the quivering
sensitivity of his sac, along the tense muscles of his inner thighs. "Just -
- please -- fuck --" Hikaru should really be arguing, he thought, but all he
wanted in the world right then was that mouth around his dick.
"'M'a doctor, not--" Hikaru didn't hear what McCoy wasn't, because the blood
roared in his ears as he arched up groaning to meet McCoy's hot plush mouth
sliding down onto him.
***** Pike/Kirk/McCoy, PG-13 *****
The second best part of the evening was when Kirk and McCoy both tried to get
up and leave the other to have some private time with Christopher, who just
rested his chin on his knuckle and watched them be adorably idiotic at each
other.
When they'd churned more or less to a stop Chris cleared his throat and watched
smoky hazel and glittering blue eyes turn to him. "Gentlemen," he said, sitting
up and reaching forward to cup both their jaws, to drag his thumbs identically
across two different soft lower lips, "why don't you both stay?"
The best part of the evening was watching Jim slide his gaze sideways as his
grin bloomed under Pike's hand, watching Leonard's forehead crease as he felt
Jim look at him and looked over as well, and then seeing both of them turn
their eyes to him, grinning ferociously just before they leaped up and pinned
Chris to his chair.
Unless it was, of course, all three of them ending up on the floor directly
afterwards.
***** Chekov/Pike/Tentacles *****
Pavel has never seen his Captain's eyes so wide. The tentacles tangle his legs,
winding up around his trunk, and as he falls one surges from the writhing mass
to flatten securely over his mouth.
Pavel reminds himself, even as he leaps for Pike's outstretched hand, that the
Captain has lived through events and overcome difficulties he can't even
imagine. He reminds himself as he digs his fingers under the suckering, twining
tentacle around Pike's wrist that he is Acting Ensign Chekov of the USS
Enterprise and Captain Pike handpicked him for this training cruise and this
away mission.
Even so, when a tentacle winds swollen and purple and pulsating around his own
forearm, Pavel cries out. Pike jerks his head, flattening his free hand into a
shove, and Pavel understands the wordless order.
Understands, and disobeys. "Come off," he gasps, yanking harder on the
tentacle, and it merely traps his fingers against Pike's wrist as its fellows
hook behind Pavel's knees, entwine his arms, jerk him off his feet into a
writhing heap. The tentacles surge over them both, tugging their uniforms so
tight the cloth begins tearing in a dozen places, and Pavel shudders as they
sucker and wriggle and sweep across his naked flesh.
Pike's hand turns in his grip, to return it, clamping tightly around his wrist.
"Captain," Pavel gasps, and he can hardly see much of Pike beyond their clasped
hands, beyond his wise blue eyes, already calmer even though their corners
twitch as the pile undulates around him. His shirts already reduced to tattered
sleeves and collar, Pike fights the tentacles enough to offer Pavel a minute
headshake and a tighter grip on his wrist. Pavel feels his underpants shredded
away, and on his next gasp a tentacle pushes between his lips to press
muscularly down on his tongue; steeling himself, he grips Pike's wrist with all
the strength he owns, and feels it reflected in the fingers around his even
tighter than the tentacles.
***** Kirk/Spock/Uhura, PG *****
Nyota sails through the reception like a ship festooned with lights, sparkling
from her headpiece to her wrists, her earrings to her necklace to the rope of
crystals wound round her slender waist. Sparkling from her bright dark eyes to
her bright teeth as she laughs at some dignitary's joke to the bright crescents
of her perfectly lacquered fingernails.
Jim leans back against the balcony railing, and surreptitiously against Spock,
but he doesn't need the contact to know what Spock's thinking when he's
thinking it himself. Nyota absolutely shines, and when she strides across the
room to them the crowd parts like the proverbial Red Sea around her gleam.
"I realized something," she says without preamble as she steps onto the
balcony, glittering in the night air down to the toes of her delicate party
shoes. "I think it's time for us to leave."
"Yes ma'am," Jim says, pushing himself upright from the railing.
"Affirmative," Spock agrees, and when Jim glances over at him he finds Spock
looking at him first, waiting for Jim to look at him.
So Jim grins. At Spock, at the ends of Nyota's hair when she whirls so it flies
out, at the tiny sparkling beads outlining her scooped neckline in back and at
every single unfortunate bastard at the reception who isn't as monumentally
lucky as he is right at this moment.
***** Gaila/Nyota/Spock, Pon Farr *****
Spock is finally asleep, looking as innocent and exhausted as a child whose
fever just broke. Nyota won't leave him, keeping one hand tangled with his and
the other braced against the wall as Gaila kneels before her doing a little
work with the dermal regenerator from the box of supplies. She's not going to
work on anywhere especially delicate such as Nyota's bruised eye, but she
learned how to make bruises look a little better, long ago in her last life.
Eventually Nyota shifts and says, in Orion Prime, "Your turn." Gaila kisses her
knee, and she curls one side of her mouth up; then she grasps Gaila's shoulder
and tugs her up with a surprising reserve of strength. Gaila pushes herself
onto the bed and gives her ankle a critical glance -- it's swollen, ringed with
purple, but probably not broken -- and leans back against Spock when Nyota
gently pushes her shoulder.
"Don't leave him alone," Nyota says, shifting Gaila so her back is flush with
Spock's side before she finally slips her fingers from his and crouches, taking
up the regenerator. "I don't think--"
"Leave the ankle, we'd better have Sickbay deal with it," Gaila tells her.
Nyota nods and silently works on the bruises on Gaila's legs for awhile.
Besides the regenerator's prickly tingle, Gaila feels Spock warm behind her,
still and sleeping and not dead; she's just as psi-blind as a Terran but she
can feel his mind too, like a banked fire.
Then, just as Gaila is drifting, Nyota asks, "How did you even know?"
"Know? I -- oh." Gaila closes her eyes. "Back at..." Nyota nods. She knows.
"There was a Vulcan enslaved with us." She can still see Sinadh, his craggy
face, his dark eyes full of grief. "He cleaned things, kept track of the
merchandise, figured out our escape plans before we could try, things like
that. He probably saved us a lot of pain, actually. He used to let us know
privately rather than reporting us for punishment, sometimes he'd suggest
improvements."
Nyota breathes a sound, maybe a little laugh, maybe a sigh. "Did he--"
"Yeah. The Front Office locked him in with someone expendable, then another,
then another. He killed two before he was himself again. Then he... he tried to
kill himself. They didn't let him."
Nyota stops, and leans her forehead on Gaila's thigh. "Thank you," is all she
says, but Gaila can feel so much in the shudder of her breath, the way her hand
trembles when Gaila takes it.
So Gaila squeezes Nyota's hand, and feels Spock breathe, and says, "I'm here."
***** Chekov/Sulu, Sex Pollen *****
Hikaru digs his fingers into the sparkling grass, keening under each sharp-hot
mark Pavel bites into his shoulders, every slam of Pavel into him. "Hikaru,
Hikaru," Pavel puffs against his nape, licking him at his hairline, fucking him
so hard he shudders out to his fingertips and curled toes. "Hikaru, Hikaru,"
like a new language, a counter-rhythm to their bodies thudding together, I love
you bitten between his shoulderblades and I want you licked up his neck and I'm
pollen-drunk and I don't care in every sparking thrust into him.
"Pavel," Hikaru gasps in return, "Jesus fucking Christ, Pavel," clinging to the
grass and shoving back with everything in him.
Pavel growls tenor sweet, bites the tendon of Hikaru's throat and mutters
against it, "Pa'shlee," come on. Hikaru gasps and thrashes his head because he
can't let go, can't pry his hands from the grass, and he needs--
Pavel slumps that much more heavily against his back as he wraps one hand
around Hikaru's dick, just a couple of searing strokes, and Hikaru comes in
pulses, inside the tight ring of Pavel's fist, around Pavel buried shuddering
inside him.
***** Gaila/McCoy, Captain's Chair *****
Most people would be surprised to see Gaila on the Enterprise during an
extended leave and dry dock, but that's exactly why she's here, walking the
empty shining corridors of their beautiful starship. She trails her fingers
along the bulkheads and wanders, exploring ladders and crawlways and enjoying
the solitude.
She finds she's not the only person with that idea when she wanders onto the
Bridge and finds Doctor McCoy slouched attractively in the Captain's chair, one
foot up on the seat. He's gazing out the viewscreen at the sunlit blue curve of
planet below. Most people, even the command staff, wouldn't dare, but most
people aren't the Captain's best naked friend.
Gaila smiles as she sees him, and walks slowly and silently around behind him,
setting her feet just so in her boots to deaden the sound. When she steps out
in front of him he blinks and smiles, then wider as he focuses on her. "You
startled me, Miss Gaila," he says, relaxed and informal, starting to swing his
leg down.
Gaila catches his knee, wide and sturdy under her palm, because she likes him
in this pose, because they're alone here. "Sorry, Sir," she says, just as slow
and easy. "You just looked so..." She slides to her knees. "Commanding."
He looks down at her with a wrinkle between his eyes and the corner of his
mouth twitching between a frown and a smile. "Gaila, you don't have to..."
She slides her fingertips down, not over his thigh as she'd like, but over his
calf and his boot to the edge of the seat. "You should see just how commanding
you look, Doctor."
He takes a breath, and picks up his hands, and sets them on the chair arms.
"Yes, Lieutenant," he says with a serious voice and dark shining eyes, "I think
you should show me."
Gaila grins, and does.
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