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works/263129.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Star_Trek_(2009)
  Relationship:
      George_Kirk/Christopher_Pike
  Character:
      Mirror_Christopher_Pike, Mirror_George_Kirk
  Additional Tags:
      Mirror_Universe, Underage_-_Freeform, Intrigue, Ficlet
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-10-10 Words: 493
****** What Spring Does to Cherry Trees ******
by SharpestScalpel
Summary
     George has plans, whether Christopher likes them or not. It's
     possible he's underestimating his young lover, though.
Notes
     This is from
     [[info]]
weepingnaiad's prompt on the ficlet meme. I only got four prompts for that if
anyone has a particular ficlet desire they want me to fill.
"Stars and suns, Christopher, what? Did you think I was going to marry you?"
George rolled his eyes and tightened his grip on the sweaty blond curls in his
fist as he thrust with brutal efficiency. The kid hadn't been looking for a
fuck the first time, but they'd done it every time 17-year-old Christopher Pike
came around since then.
The teenager whined, the sound muffled by the pillow he'd buried his face in.
His arms, all lanky potential for power if his growth spurt would ever stop and
let his body mass catch up, flexed without effect - the metal cuffs holding his
wrists together behind his back were not forgiving. Christopher spread his
thighs wider, settled his knees deeper into the mattress - George wasn't going
to help him stay upright - so he could flex and bend with the intrusion of
George's cock.
If the kid thought he could seduce George into partnering up with jailbait, he
had another thing coming. Still, George thought, jailbait had its uses. With
his free hand. George spread the cleft of Christopher's ass further apart,
fingers digging into pale skin, so he could watch himself spear into the abused
red hole. "I need heirs. Heirs means babies. Babies means a wife. You know
they're having trouble proving line of inheritance any other way."
They'd read the most recent article together, actually - Christopher's homework
scattered around them on the bed.
"George," Christopher finally turned his head to gasp. "George." If there was
more, he didn't get to say it - his lover turned his face back to the pillow.
He was so close - to orgasm, to the posting he wanted above everything, to
securing Winona Emerson's agreement to engagement. He was so close and when he
had everything, George Kirk was going to burn the fucking Empire to the ground.
He pulled out, let go of Christopher's hair to stroke himself, sweat and lube
and a little blood - he'd been rougher than he thought, and Christopher took it
so well - slicking the furious motion of his hand until he shook from it.
George groaned, let Christopher hear it. He jerked with the pleasure of his
release and marked Christopher's ass and back and restrained arms with the
white streaks of his come.
It was tempting to collapse right there, let his mass squeeze Christopher tight
to the bed, his semen smeared between them. But George fell over to his side
and rolled his eyes, this time at himself. Christopher moaned, a desperate
sound that made George smile. The Pikes were one of the Old Families; how
they'd managed to raise such a pretty little cherry was beyond him. Christopher
was all need and affection. It seemed impossible that anyone could be so young,
so naive. "Roll over."
The youth complied, as George had known he would. For a moment, there was
something there in Christopher's grey eyes, something satisfied and ruthless -
but then he blinked and it was gone.
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