Paying the Theft

Title: Paying the Theft
Author: Lidane
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: McCoy/Kirk
Rating: Adult/NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Angst, D/s and BDSM elements, bits of kink
Disclaimer: If you think I own any of this or profit from it, seek help immediately.
Summary: Kirk has a sudden and harrowing reminder of his past and doesn’t take it well. McCoy decides to pick up the pieces.

A/N: This was my first real fic in years and my first bit of Star Trek fiction ever. It was written as a gift for the happy_trekmas fest over on LiveJournal.

Also, the title comes from one of Horatio’s lines in Hamlet—“Well, my lord, if he steal aught the whilst this play is playing and 'scape detecting, I will pay the theft.”

~~*~~


For a man who’d spent years training in hand-to-hand combat and martial arts, Jim Kirk was surprisingly unguarded when he entered his quarters. He’d just taken two steps into the room when a flash of silver shot out at the corner of his right eye, and then everything went black.

~~*~~


He didn’t know how much time had passed, but as the fog in his brain lifted, Kirk groaned as light flooded his eyes. Blinking rapidly, he allowed his eyes to adjust and began to take in his current situation. He was in the center of the living area, his arms tied behind his back and ankles bound to the legs of the chair he was in, the rough hemp rope cutting into his wrists as he sought to free himself, wanting nothing more than to hurt his attacker.

Jim’s eyes scanned the room only to land on the singular form of his Chief Medical Officer. Leaning casually, one hip on Jim’s desk, Leonard McCoy’s posture was relaxed as he stared at Jim with a bemused look on his face, nimbly twirling a hypospray in his right hand.

“I was wondering when you were going to wake up,” quipped McCoy. “Given your physiology, I can never tell exactly how long you’ll be under when I sedate you.”

Jim snarled and struggled in his chair, his blue eyes flashing in anger. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Doctor?” he hissed, leveling a mutinous gaze on the man standing before him. “I’ll have your goddamned stripes for this, and if I’m generous, I might even sedate you before sending you out of an airlock,” he spat.

Chuckling darkly, McCoy answered, “As if you could ever airlock me, Jim. You need me. I’m the only one on this goddamned flying deathtrap that can see through all of your bullshit.” The corner of his mouth twitched in a parody of a smile, and he continued, “Besides, who else can give you what you need? Spock? Sulu? Chekov? Hardly.”

“And just how do you know what I need, Bones?” sneered Jim. “It’s not like I’ve ever told you.”

Another bark of laughter and Leonard leaned over Jim, staring the Captain right in the eye. He shook his head before replying. “You forget, Jim—I roomed with you for three years at the Academy, and I’ve served with you on this ship and shared your bed for another three. You can learn a lot about a man in six years,” he points out, his lips ghosting over Kirk’s face as he spoke. “I’ve got your number, kid. I know you better than you know yourself.”

Jim’s jaw clenched in anger and he tipped his chin up. He poured as much authority into his voice as he could, and spoke. “Then you should know that I want you to let me go. That’s an order, Doctor.”

“An order?” laughed McCoy. “In case it’s escaped your notice,” he continues, motioning at Kirk’s trussed up body, “you’re in no position to give orders. Hell, you’re not even in command right now, since I took the liberty of relieving you from duty before coming here. Spock has the conn, and he and the bridge crew agree you’re in no shape to lead right now. Not since Planet Q.”

At the mention of the Enterprise’s most recent mission, Kirk stiffened. His face went slack, and he got a faraway, glassy look in his eyes. His muscles tensed, and every instinct in the Captain closed him off emotionally and mentally from everything around him. The ropes binding him, his friend and lover who mocked him, the fact that his own crew considered him compromised…all of it faded into the background and a singular thought took over.

Survive.

It had been the one thought that saved Jim when he’d been on Tarsus IV and had first encountered Kodos the Executioner. It got him through the rest of his shitty childhood at Frank’s hands, and through a string of lousy, dead end jobs, bar fights, and nights in jail. It was what got him through the Academy in three years, and helped him on both the Vulcan jump and when he and Spock had infiltrated Nero’s ship. Above everything else, survival was key.

That had been especially true when a childhood acquaintance, Thomas Leighton, had gotten in touch with him a few weeks back. He’d said it was to have the Enterprise confirm his research of a new synthetic food that could help end a famine on Cygnia Minor. Leighton knew that Jim wouldn’t be able to pass up the chance to help others, especially if it spared them the same horrors that they’d both endured at Kodos’s hands. However, it had all been a lie, and for the first time in almost two decades, Jim Kirk found himself face to face with the tyrant who’d almost killed him.

Memories he’d thought long suppressed came back to fore, and suddenly, everything in Jim’s world turned upside down. Survival depends upon drastic measures. Those had been Kodos’s words in his death warrants. Strange how after all these years, Jim Kirk found himself agreeing with a madman. Here, now, tied to this chair and facing his CMO, Jim resolved to dig his heels in, no matter the cost.

No, he thought. I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.

~~*~~


As he stood back and watched Jim’s body language and entire countenance shift, McCoy sighed. This was going to be much harder than he’d planned.

Despite knowing Jim for six years, three of them as lovers, Leonard hadn’t known about Jim’s time on Tarsus IV. None of the crew had known. He never talked about it and those parts of his personnel file were sealed, requiring a much higher security clearance than anyone on the ship had, including the CMO. It had been Admiral Pike who’d broken the news to the senior crew when the Enterprise was investigating whether the traveling actor Anton Karidian was in fact Kodos the Executioner, as Thomas Leighton had claimed. He warned them all that if the man was proven to be Kodos, there could be a severe reaction on Jim’s part, as he’d been one of only a handful of survivors ever to see the man face to face, and his experiences as a child had scarred him deeply.

Pike’s warning was, unfortunately, all too accurate.

Ever since the Enterprise’s diversion to Planet Q and the final encounter with Kodos, Jim had changed. Something deep inside him had broken, and the bridge crew all felt that some sort of intervention was needed to bring the Captain back around. McCoy had offered to handle things alone, just because he would have the easiest time getting unrestricted access to Jim, as they shared a bed every night. They had agreed, on the condition that if it didn’t work, more drastic measures would have to be taken.

Kirk’s entire personality had shifted over the past weeks. It was as if he was back on Tarsus IV all over again. When he was awake, everyone and everything was a potential threat. His anger, which had become focused and restrained after years of command, was now directed at everyone indiscriminately, just as it had been when Pike first recruited him all those years ago. Even the most benign encounters were interpreted as an attack, with Jim’s mind processing conversations in ways that had not happened at all. His sleep was fitful and restless, filled with nightmares and flashbacks.

At the rate he was going, Jim was headed for a nervous breakdown if something didn’t change.

McCoy hadn’t lied when he said that he knew Jim better than he knew himself, though. He’d observed Jim at his most unguarded, when the younger man had no idea he was being scrutinized. Leonard knew what was driving Jim now: fear. Fear of failure. Fear of dying or of letting others die. Fear that he wouldn’t be fast enough, or strong enough, or smart enough to defeat any threats so that his survival would be ensured. He even still feared Kodos, despite the absolute, definitive proof of the man’s death at the hands of his own daughter.

There was only one immediate way to break Jim out of this fear. Leonard knew what he had to do.

~~*~~


Walking over to where Jim was seated and bound, McCoy knelt down between Jim’s legs, running his hands up the strong, muscled thighs of his Captain before settling his hands at the younger man’s hips. Silently, he looked up and waited for Jim to return his gaze, his thumbs tracing lazy patterns across Kirk’s pelvic bones in anticipation. Jim seemed to have calmed down from his earlier rage, and his body language and face, while still hesitant, had softened somewhat. Still, Leonard wasn’t foolish enough to believe that everything was all right between them now, so he kept quiet and waited for Kirk to make the first move.

After what felt like an eternity, wary blue met patient hazel, an unspoken hurt in their depths.

McCoy spoke, his words coming out in hushed tones. “Jim, do you trust me?”

“I….I don’t know,” Kirk answered honestly. “I thought I did, given everything we’ve gone through together, but you attacked me, Bones. I’m not sure what to think right now.”

Nodding, Leonard replied, “That’s understandable. Let me ask you this, then,” he continued. “Do you understand why I sedated you and tied you down to this chair?”

Shaking his head, Jim shot back, “No. I don’t understand.” Anger laced his words as he spoke. “Maybe if you use small words, I might be able to grasp why my best friend and lover ambushed me in my own room.”

“Because it was the only way to get you to stay,” Leonard remarked, his hands now stroking up and down Jim’s flanks as he worked to try and comfort the younger man. “You’ve been on edge and snapping at everyone for weeks now, and any direct confrontation would’ve had you walking out the door before we could talk,” said McCoy. “Jim, we need to face what happened with seeing Kodos again. You need to face everything that’s been going through your head instead of lashing out at everyone.”

“And I’m sure that you know exactly how to get me to face my fear,” sneered Jim. “What’s your great plan, Bones? Talking me to death about repressed memories? Doing a psych profile of me? Maybe some visualization exercises? Newsflash: the shrinks tried all of that when I first got back from Tarsus,” he scoffed. “It didn’t do shit. I had to figure it all out on my own.”

“No, Jim,” said Leonard. “I have something else in mind,” he continues, “but I’m going to need your trust for it. It won’t be easy, and I won’t be gentle, but I’m going to need you to have faith in me to take care of you. Do you think you can do that?”

“I won’t make any promises, Bones,” Kirk replied. “But I’m willing to try.”

~~*~~


“There are only two rules for tonight,” said Leonard as he got up from between Jim’s legs and began to gather various supplies from around the room. “First, I’m in charge. What I say goes. Second, we’re going to go only as far as you can withstand. If you get uncomfortable at any point,” he says, “your safeword is tergiversation. Say it and everything stops, no questions asked. Do you understand me, darlin’?”

Jim nodded mutely, not trusting his own voice just yet.

“Good,” answered McCoy as he walked back to where Jim was still tied down, a laser scalpel in hand. The Captain immediately tensed, but Leonard noticed his discomfort. “Relax, love. I’m just going to untie you. No sudden moves from you or I’ll sedate you again,” he warned, showing the hypospray he’d placed in his pocket.

Once Jim was freed, McCoy allowed the Captain a few moments to stand and get the blood flowing in his limbs, and then asked, “Are you ready?” Another nod, and suddenly, Leonard’s hand shot out and grabbed Jim by the back of the head, a firm grip on Kirk’s short blond hair and he pulled the younger man in close. His hazel eyes were hard and he said, “You’d better be sure, boy, because now you’re mine” as he claimed Jim’s lips in a brutal kiss.

Lips slanting, teeth clacking and tongue demanding entrance, McCoy overwhelmed Kirk with his assault and the Captain moved to fist his hands in the Doctor’s blue jersey. Leonard grabbed his wrists, pulling a hiss out of Jim due to the rope burns that were already on his skin, and he pulled Jim’s arms down, breaking the kiss. “No. Not yet. I've got plans for you tonight," growled McCoy, grasping Jim’s slim hips tightly and grinding his erection against the other as his lips traveled down Jim’s strong jaw line and down his neck. Jim groaned at the feel of Leonard’s hard length and questing mouth, his head rolling back and his eyes closed, his own blood starting the trip south.

Stopping once more, Leonard ignored the confusion in the Captain’s eyes and brought his hand up to Jim's shoulder and pushed down. "On your knees, boy," he commanded. "You know what to do," and Jim moaned and licked his lips in anticipation, sinking to his knees as ordered.

His hands trembling in anticipation, Kirk unclasped and unzipped the standard Starfleet uniform trousers his lover had on and opened them up, exposing McCoy’s heavy, hard cock to his view. Reaching in and pulling out the engorged length, he lightly traced a fingernail down the shaft and teased the vein on the underside, drawing a shiver and a moan from the man above him.

Determined look in his blue eyes, and Jim leaned forward; flicking the tip of his tongue into the slit at the tip as he stroked Leonard with a soft touch he knew would try the older man's patience. He was rewarded with another moan and a hand gripping his hair tightly. "Boy…" warned the Doctor, " You damn well know better than that."

"Oh, I don’t know," countered Jim. “I think you might have to remind me,” he whispered as he lapped at the tip once more, his fingers still teasing the strained flesh beneath them.

“All you had to do was ask,” grunted McCoy as he brought his other hand up, running his fingers through Jim’s soft blond hair. He pulled hard on Kirk’s hair, stilling the man beneath him then thrust his hips forward, his cock going past Jim’s full, beautiful lips into the wet heat of his mouth and down his throat.

Starting a hard rhythm, the Doctor moaned at the sight of those lips wrapped around his cock and the picture the two of them made. Over and over he watched himself sink into that pretty, sinful mouth that was currently vaporizing all thought and a shiver went up his spine. He couldn’t stop the filth coming out of his mouth.

"That's it, boy. Suck that cock like the natural born cocksucker you are," he sighed, the feel of Jim's tongue applying pressure to the vein underneath driving Doctor to distraction. Groaning around the erection in his mouth, Jim felt his own cock twitch, and reached a hand down between his legs, palming his erection to give himself some temporary relief. McCoy noticed.

Yanking hard on the hair beneath his hands, Leonard pulled the Captain off his hard cock, an almost obscene pop echoing around the room as he looked down into Jim’s bright blue eyes. "You know the rules, boy. I’m in charge, not you. You're not allowed to touch yourself or to come unless I say you can. Get up," he ordered. Standing up once more, Jim found himself pulled into a hungry, deep kiss, McCoy tasting himself on Kirk’s lips as he plundered the mouth beneath his.

Pulling back suddenly so he could look at his lover, Leonard took in the flushed tone to his skin, kiss bruised lips, and slightly elevated breathing, and reveled in the sight of his mussed up, slightly debauched Captain. It was a good start, but not nearly enough. “Strip down to your briefs and go stand in the middle of the room,” he orders, and Jim complies.

Walking over to a table near Jim, Leonard came back with a set of nipple clamps and a set of leather shackles on a long chain. Giving Jim another deep kiss, McCoy’s skilled surgeon’s fingers grazed the light brown nipples that were exposed, bringing the small nubs to hard peaks before attaching the clamps, Jim hissing at the sensation. “Hurting already, Jim? We haven’t even started yet,” Leonard teased.

Slowly and deliberately, the Doctor adjusted the shackles to a hook in the ceiling and chained Jim’s arms over his head, running his hands across the smooth lines and muscular planes of Kirk’s body as he surveyed his handwork. Teasing Jim further, he deliberately grazed his nails over the clamps, drawing another hiss from Jim, and then took a moment to scrutinize the Captain’s body.

Lithe and fit, with an athletic build and a golden skin tone, Jim’s years of martial arts and hand-to-hand combat training were obvious. A few minor scars on his face and a few faint scars on his skin were the only imperfections that McCoy could see, although he was more than well acquainted with Jim’s medical records and all the slashes, burns, and injuries he’d treated over the years. Walking behind Jim, Leonard traced his tongue around the shell of Kirk’s ear and whispered, “Beautiful boy,” drawing a deep flush from the younger man.

Taking a step back to pick up another of his supplies, he asked Jim, “Are you comfortable?”

“As comfortable as I can be chained like this,” Kirk replied, and the two men shared a smile. “The rope burns make the shackles a bit uncomfortable and the clamps are freezing cold, but I’ll live.”

Admiration flared in the Doctor and he leaned in to give the Captain another kiss, his lips leaving small bites across Jim‘s neck and collarbone as he continued to speak. “My brave, beautiful boy,” he said. “Do you know what I see when I look at you?” Leonard asked, and Jim shakes his head. “I see the best goddamned Captain in the Fleet. I see a man willing to put his life on the line for everyone else except himself,” he answered. “I see someone who survived Hell, but who needs a reminder that you don’t have to bear this all alone,” McCoy whispers. “You have survived so much more than this, Jim, and you will survive everything I’m about to do to you. Just relax, darlin’. This will hurt, but you’ll get through it.”

Nodding and steeling himself for what was to come, Jim tried to steady his breathing and pulse rate as McCoy stepped back, only to return with a cat o’ nine tails. It was black leather with small black beads braided into each strand. Looking his lover in the eye, Leonard held the whip up to Kirk and asked, “Do you consent? This is your only chance to say no.”

“Y-Yes,” Jim answered. His voice was shaking as he remembered a similar lash on Tarsus, but he nodded at Leonard. “Do it.”

As the first strike came down, Jim had a spare moment of panic and tried not to flinch. The multiple strands of the whip diffused the blow, but he couldn’t hold back his surprised cry, or the tears that came to the corners of his eyes at the initial pain. Memories of Kodos’s men whipping Jim and his fellow children flashed into his mind and for one fleeting moment, Jim’s safeword hovered in his consciousness. A more rational voice in his mind told him that he had to do this, otherwise his tormentors would win. Jim steadied his breathing and waited for the next blows to fall.

Leonard worked deliberately, spreading each strike across various parts of Jim’s body, the Captain’s jaw set tightly as he stifled his cries. Jim could feel his body heating up from the repeated lashings, his skin starting to burn from the pain. The bigger surprise for him, though, was that he found himself almost anticipating each blow.

Just when he was about ready to call everything off due to the almost overwhelming pain, the sensations Leonard was bringing out of him changed, the pain giving way to a delicious warmth, making Jim’s body thrum with pleasure. When a small bead caught one of the nipple clamps almost directly, Kirk couldn’t bite back the moan that escaped his throat, and he felt the blood rushing through his body to his cock, arousing him once more.

McCoy noticed and smirked, timing his blows just so, drawing even more delicious moans and small hitched breaths from Jim as he went on.

Not wanting to end the evening so quickly, Leonard took a particularly ragged breath as his cue to stop, putting the whip aside and taking a step back to look at Jim. He took in the sight before him, Kirk’s skin nicely heated and pink where the whip had landed, his lover with a flushed, debauched look on his face. Jim’s impressive erection strained against his briefs making McCoy’s mouth water in anticipation. Jim had held up admirably so far, but Leonard wasn’t finished yet. And while he was looking forward to burying himself inside that sweet, tight body, he’d wait until the time was right before making his move.

After placing the whip back in its place, Leonard leaned in and took Jim into a deep, lush kiss, those swollen, soft lips the sweetest taste in the world. “Good boy,” he whispered into the kiss. “You’ve done so well so far. Can you go on?” he asked. “I’m almost done here, but if you want to stop, we can.”

“No,” said Jim. “I don’t want you to stop. I need this, Bones. Please,” he asked.

“If you’re sure, Jim, then we’ll go on,” he nodded. “But I have to warn you,” McCoy said as he held up a slender wooden cane that Jim recognized as having belonged to Leonard’s grandfather, “I’m afraid this will hurt more than the whip I just used. Do you still want me to do this?” he asked. “I won’t be upset if you say no.”

Once again, Jim’s answer was simple and straightforward. “Do it. Please.”

“If you’re sure, then okay,” nodded Leonard.

Just as McCoy raised the cane, Jim braced himself for impact, but was shocked when Leonard started by tracing up and down his body in light, teasing strokes. With his skin still warm from the whip, the softer touch McCoy was using was driving Jim crazy. Without warning, Leonard switched tactics and brought the cane down hard against Jim’s hip, the sudden pain making the Captain suck in his breath in surprise.

Leonard decided to be even more unpredictable with the cane than he’d been with the whip, alternating between soft, teasing strokes and hard, deliberate blows across Jim’s back, hips, and legs. Not knowing what was next had Jim on a knife’s edge, the dual sensations of pleasure and pain growing with each pass of the slender wooden implement. McCoy’s cock twitched in arousal at the delicious sobs and moans from Jim, and he could tell that if he kept going, Kirk would come without ever being touched. He decided he didn’t like that idea, so he put the cane aside and kissed Jim soundly, removing the nipple clamps then reaching up and unlocking the manacles at the young man’s wrists, Jim’s body going slack when he was released.

“Such a brave, beautiful boy,” Leonard murmured as Jim slumped against him, his limbs tired from the exertion they had been under. McCoy led Jim to their bed, stripped off his briefs, and helped the Captain lay down across the mattress, then stepped back to strip off his own clothing while Kirk rested.

The soft mattress and cool sheets underneath his naked skin was a welcome change for Jim and he all but purred at the sensation, snuggling into the bed with a lopsided grin, his mind replaying everything he had gone through so far.

Climbing back on the bed, McCoy straddled Jim’s hips, their erections sliding against each other, pulling a moan from both men at the sensation. Leonard wiggled his hips as he settled in above Jim and looked at the younger man beneath him, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a grin. "Now that we’re here, what should I do to you first?" he asked rhetorically as he took Jim’s wrists in his hands and put them over his head. "Hold on to the headboard,” he instructed, and once Jim did, he continued. “I think, my beautiful boy, that it’s time to show you that it is in your best interest to let me take care of you" he breathed, kissing his way down Kirk’s neck to the slightly reddened, sensitive peaks of his nipples, taking one, then the other into his mouth to suck on them .

Jim arched his back and moaned at the moist heat of Leonard’s ministrations, his eyes rolling back into his head. “I can make it so good for you, Jim,” whispered McCoy. “You don’t have to take everything on by yourself. Let me in.”

Kirk wasn’t going to go down that easily, though. “What makes you think you can handle me, Bones? Why should I let you in?”

McCoy raised an eyebrow, his hazel eyes flashing at Jim’s defiance, and an arrogant smirk crossed his face. "Because, Jim, in case you forgot, you're mine. Outside of this room, you might be the Captain and in charge of this ship and its crew, but here, in our quarters and in this bed, you belong to me,” he said fiercely. To further prove his point, Leonard reached between them and took Jim's hard cock in hand, stroking and teasing him lightly as he leaned in for a kiss. "Please…” begged Jim as his hips arched into the touch, their lips slanting once more.

Leonard continued his slow, teasing rhythm on Jim's cock as his mouth and tongue explored every inch of his Captain’s mouth, then sliding down to explore more of Jim’s body. The cord at the junction of neck and collarbone looked particularly inviting, so McCoy helped himself, alternating between nibbling and biting on the sensitive area, and licking and sucking on Jim’s skin, leaving his mark behind.

"My beautiful, brave boy,” said Leonard as his mouth traveled lower, "it’s time for me to remind you that you belong to me," his tongue tracing down Jim's stomach and treasure trail until he reached the hard shaft that was twitching under the constant touch. Flicking the tip of his tongue out and licking off the pearls of moisture at the tip, McCoy looked up at Jim and arched his eyebrow again, then leaned in and took Jim’s cock into his mouth, causing a loud, keening moan to escape his lover's lips.

As he licked and sucked on the hard shaft, the hand that had been stroking Jim’s cock was working its way lower, cupping his balls and massaging them lightly, McCoy running a fingertip along the sensitive skin behind Kirk’s testicles, earning a shudder and another keening moan for his efforts. Deciding he was finally ready to bury himself inside Jim’s gorgeous ass, Leonard shifted his attention from his lover for a moment, removing his mouth from Jim’s cock and and kneeling up on the bed. He leaned over Jim and reached into the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube, then went back to his lazy, stroking rhythm while he opened the bottle and slicked his fingers, using his larger frame to push Jim's legs further apart.

Kirk had been on pins and needles, the sensations of the evening finally taking their toll. He knew that just a bit longer, and he would have climaxed from McCoy’s mouth on his shaft. Wailing in frustration at the loss, he cried out, "No! Oh, please…" he begged, arching his body wantonly, trying to get some more pressure against his erection. "You can't leave me like this, Bones!"

Looking down at the writhing body of his lover, Leonard laughed. "Look at you, my beautiful slut. All laid out, and hard, just begging for me to fuck you." As his slicked hand began to make its way to Jim's entrance, the Doctor looked at Kirk as he lost himself in pleasure, his voice still pleading sweetly for more. “Get up on all fours, Jim. I want to get you ready for me."

Jim scrambled to turn over and get on his hands and knees, his nerves stretched tightly with lust, and the sight captivated Leonard. "Well now. Don’t you look pretty,” he purred, as Jim arched his back into McCoy’s hand as it ghosted a trail down his back to his entrance, one slicked finger making its way in, the tight ring of muscle clenching around it as Jim moaned.

One finger quickly led to two, then three as Leonard found Jim’s prostate and stroked it while he stretched and prepped Jim to be fucked. The hitching sobs and moans that were coming from the Captain finally snapped Leonard’s patience and he pulled his fingers out, Kirk keening at the loss. McCoy quickly slicked up his own erection with the remaining lubricant, positioned himself, then pushed forward, sheathing himself in the tight heat of his lover, both men moaning at the sensation.

"Oh, god…" Jim breathed, and he and Leonard both stilled, allowing for their bodies to adjust to the sensation of being joined , then the Doctor pulled out slightly, and thrust back in, his stroke grazing the younger man's prostate as it re-entered. Kirk saw stars and his arms buckled in response, the blue eyed man falling forward on to his hands, his face almost buried in the bed. "Yes…more, please…oh, god…" he begged, not caring how desperate he sounded.

Leaning forward so that he was splayed across Jim’s back, Leonard licked a trail down the back of Jim’s neck and bit on his shoulder. His rough voice, accent more pronounced in his lust, finally broke the silence. "That's it, my gorgeous little slut. Scream for me. I want to hear you as I fuck you. I want to hear your voice call my name, and I want you to know who is fucking you."

Grasping his lover's hips firmly, Leonard leaned back and began a hard, steady rhythm into Jim's body, unerringly hitting his secret spot on every stroke, the younger man crying out and whimpering, begging to be allowed to come. Thrusting back to meet McCoy's movements, the two men soon felt their climaxes approaching, their mutual cries filling the air as the slap of skin on skin and the scent of sex both permeated the room.

Growling as he felt his climax approaching, Leonard leaned forward again and harshly bit Jim's shoulder, this time breaking the skin. The taste of copper flooded his mouth and Jim cried out. Pulling back, Leonard licked his lips and demanded, “Say it, boy. Say you're mine. Tell me that you belong to me. I want to hear it," he grunted, his thrusts increasing in intensity.

His body overwhelmed at the pain and pleasure he was feeling, Jim could barely find the words to speak. "Yes! Yours. Always yours, Bones. Please…let me come. Please, fuck me."

At Jim’s declaration, something snapped inside Leonard and he growled deeply once more, driving even more forcefully into the sinful body he was impaling. When he reached around to grasp Jim's straining cock, that was all it took, and the younger man reached his climax. Howling in pleasure, Jim screamed his lover's name as his seed shot out over McCoy’s hand and on to the bed. A few more powerful thrusts and the Doctor followed suit, hissing out Jim's name and holding on to both of the younger man's hips as he released himself into that tight body.

Falling forward, both Jim and Leonard were out of breath, the two men kissing deeply and snuggling into each other, sleep claiming their satiated bodies.

~~*~~


“I’m still not entirely happy with you, you know,” said Jim, a conversational tone in his voice despite his words. “You still attacked me in my own rooms and relieved me of command,” he continued. “It’s going to take a while to not be mad at you for that.”

Sighing, Leonard answered, “I know, kid. But do you at least understand why I did it now?” he asked as he sat in bed running a dermal regenerator over Jim’s welts and bruises from earlier. He might be a possessive bastard in bed, but he’s still a doctor, and having the Captain bruised and sore when he goes back on shift isn’t an option.

Nodding, Jim replies, “Yeah. I get it now. I’ll try not to live in my past so much. It’s going to take me a while, though, so you might need to kick my ass again. Or fuck me into the mattress. Either one works,” he laughs.

“Well, I’m good for both, so don’t be surprised if I do one first, then the other,” McCoy leers, and both men chuckle. Sitting back and surveying his work, he declares, “OK, all that’s left is healing the bite mark I left on your shoulder. Everything else is gone.”

“Wait!” says Jim, stilling McCoy’s hand. “Just clean the wound and make sure it doesn’t get infected. I want that one, though. Leave it for me?” he asks, his blue eyes earnest.

“Good God, man! Why? I was out of my head in that moment. I shouldn’t have bit you, and I’m sorry, and I need to heal it,” Leonard argues.

“No, Bones. Leave it,” insists Jim. “It’ll be my reminder that I have someone on my side, and that I belong to you,” he says softly, cupping McCoy’s face in his hand and claiming his mouth in a soft, sweet kiss. “Don’t take that away from me, okay?”

Dropping a kiss on Jim’s forehead, Leonard gives in. “All right, kid. If that’s what you really want.”

“Yeah, it is. Oh, and Bones?” asks Jim. “Thanks. For everything.”

“Believe me, kid,” he says, “The pleasure was all mine.”

~~Fin~~