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The Heart of the Matter
Title: The Heart of the Matter
Author: Lidane
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: R
Warnings: It’s the Mirrorverse. Expect sex, mentions of violence and gore, and the implied attempted rape of a minor.
Disclaimer: If you think any of this is mine, get to sickbay immediately.
Summary: Written for st_respect’s Ship Wars over at LiveJournal. The prompt was "Ain't no sunshine when she's gone...", which I interpreted to be an angsty separation story. This was the result.
A/N: This is my first attempt at anything set in the Mirrorverse, but it’s where the muse took me. Please be gentle. :)
~~†~~
It all felt wrong, Jim realized.
Oh sure, the nameless Ensign on her knees in his ready room was doing a decent enough job of working his cock down her throat, but it wasn’t as good as it could be. The tongue tracing patterns up and down his shaft was too soft, he noted absently. The hands caressing him were too feminine and unsure, and the hair in his hands was too long and blonde. Still, a man had his needs, so Jim just closed his eyes and visualized the person who should be here instead. He thought of the rough, calloused grip of his CMO’s hands, those skilled surgeon’s fingers working Jim with aplomb. He thought of piercing hazel eyes and dark hair that fell at just the right length for his fingers to run through, and of the moist heat of the older man’s mouth. Focusing on the images in his mind, Kirk thrust deeply into the Ensign’s mouth, yanking hard on her hair as he came with a groan. Tucking himself back into his trousers, he dismissed her as quickly as she’d arrived and then turned to leave, his thoughts back to one Leonard McCoy.
Relationships in the Empire were largely based on two things: mistrust and leverage. Everyone around you was a potential enemy, and the trick to survival was having something on another person that kept them loyal to you. In the case of his relationship with Bones, however, it was based on mutual trust, which made what Jim Kirk and Leonard McCoy had very rare indeed.
In public, they played their roles. One was the ruthless, efficient captain of the ISS Enterprise who killed his enemies without a backwards glance. The other was the tyrannical, acerbic CMO who was just as quick to let some fool bleed out on his table as he was to save the Captain from harm. The rest of the crew knew to fear both men, since neither was above using torture or intimidation to get what they wanted.
In private, however, they had forged their own unique bond.
Drawn together by instinct and a very low tolerance for bullshit, McCoy and Kirk had become allies in a world where such vulnerability could easily get someone killed. They’d gone through the Academy as roommates and had served together on the Enterprise since that fateful day when McCoy had smuggled Kirk on board by poisoning him then claiming a medical emergency. That they would end up fucking wasn’t a surprise to either man. The surprise came when their physical relationship evolved to something deeper. There were no declarations or formal ties, but Leonard and Jim meant as much to each other as anyone in the Terran Empire could.
Jim hadn’t realized how much that was, however, until Leonard was gone.
McCoy’s reason for leaving had come in the form of a sobbing thirteen year old girl. Jim and Leonard had been in the Captain’s quarters talking over drinks when a call came through from one Joanna McCoy. She had called on Jim’s private line, which was an immediate sign of trouble. Joanna’s calls and messages usually went through normal channels, with the understanding that the Captain’s line was only for the direst of reasons.
“What happened, baby girl?” McCoy had asked as he looked at his daughter. She had red, puffy eyes and tear tracks streaking her face. Both Jim and Leonard could see that her face was bruised and she had a split lip. Leonard growled at the sight.
“It’s C-Clay, Daddy,” she replied, referring to her stepfather. “He…he…,” Joanna started, only to burst into another round of tears.
By the time McCoy had extracted the entire story from his daughter, both he and Jim were livid. Clay Treadway had not only severely beaten Joanna for what he’d claimed was disobedience, but had also attempted to violate her in a way that had deeply offended even Jim Kirk’s twisted sensibilities. To add insult to injury, Jocelyn had sided with her husband, insisting that Joanna must have done something to provoke such a beating, and refusing to believe the more scandalous accusations her daughter made.
When the call ended, McCoy calmly stood and faced Jim, his expression unreadable. “I have to go to her.”
“I understand,” Jim answered. “Here, take this,” he said, offering the dagger he normally kept strapped to his thigh. “It’s the least I can do.”
Nodding, McCoy took the blade then drew Jim into a heated, possessive kiss. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, but right now, my girl needs me,” he murmured, stealing one more kiss before walking out the door and towards the transporters.
That had been three weeks ago.
Since McCoy’s departure, the ship felt emptier somehow, Jim mused as he entered his quarters. Walking across the living area towards his bedroom, a gleam caught the corner of Jim’s eye and he turned. On his desk sat his dagger along with an elaborate stasis cube etched with filigree and gold. Inside the cube, seated on a pillow of red silk, was a perfectly preserved human heart.
“It’s Jocelyn’s,” said a familiar voice. “Joanna thought you deserved it more, and I agreed. Consider it…a vow, from the both of us to you.”
An amused grin crossed Jim’s face as he ran a fingertip along the edge of the box. “Why?”
“Because unlike her pathetic excuse for a mother,” replied McCoy as he reached out to Jim, pulling him in, “You gave Joanna the means to exact justice,” he said, motioning towards the dagger. “And you let me go to my daughter without interference.”
“So what happens now?” Jim asked, his hands sliding under Leonard’s shirt to caress warm skin, teeth nipping at McCoy’s neck.
“Joanna is at the Academy, where she’ll be educated before starting formal Starfleet training next year,” said Leonard. “As for me and you,” he breathed, his fingers grazing Jim’s straining erection, “we have three weeks to make up for.”
~~Fin~~
Author: Lidane
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: R
Warnings: It’s the Mirrorverse. Expect sex, mentions of violence and gore, and the implied attempted rape of a minor.
Disclaimer: If you think any of this is mine, get to sickbay immediately.
Summary: Written for st_respect’s Ship Wars over at LiveJournal. The prompt was "Ain't no sunshine when she's gone...", which I interpreted to be an angsty separation story. This was the result.
A/N: This is my first attempt at anything set in the Mirrorverse, but it’s where the muse took me. Please be gentle. :)
~~†~~
It all felt wrong, Jim realized.
Oh sure, the nameless Ensign on her knees in his ready room was doing a decent enough job of working his cock down her throat, but it wasn’t as good as it could be. The tongue tracing patterns up and down his shaft was too soft, he noted absently. The hands caressing him were too feminine and unsure, and the hair in his hands was too long and blonde. Still, a man had his needs, so Jim just closed his eyes and visualized the person who should be here instead. He thought of the rough, calloused grip of his CMO’s hands, those skilled surgeon’s fingers working Jim with aplomb. He thought of piercing hazel eyes and dark hair that fell at just the right length for his fingers to run through, and of the moist heat of the older man’s mouth. Focusing on the images in his mind, Kirk thrust deeply into the Ensign’s mouth, yanking hard on her hair as he came with a groan. Tucking himself back into his trousers, he dismissed her as quickly as she’d arrived and then turned to leave, his thoughts back to one Leonard McCoy.
Relationships in the Empire were largely based on two things: mistrust and leverage. Everyone around you was a potential enemy, and the trick to survival was having something on another person that kept them loyal to you. In the case of his relationship with Bones, however, it was based on mutual trust, which made what Jim Kirk and Leonard McCoy had very rare indeed.
In public, they played their roles. One was the ruthless, efficient captain of the ISS Enterprise who killed his enemies without a backwards glance. The other was the tyrannical, acerbic CMO who was just as quick to let some fool bleed out on his table as he was to save the Captain from harm. The rest of the crew knew to fear both men, since neither was above using torture or intimidation to get what they wanted.
In private, however, they had forged their own unique bond.
Drawn together by instinct and a very low tolerance for bullshit, McCoy and Kirk had become allies in a world where such vulnerability could easily get someone killed. They’d gone through the Academy as roommates and had served together on the Enterprise since that fateful day when McCoy had smuggled Kirk on board by poisoning him then claiming a medical emergency. That they would end up fucking wasn’t a surprise to either man. The surprise came when their physical relationship evolved to something deeper. There were no declarations or formal ties, but Leonard and Jim meant as much to each other as anyone in the Terran Empire could.
Jim hadn’t realized how much that was, however, until Leonard was gone.
McCoy’s reason for leaving had come in the form of a sobbing thirteen year old girl. Jim and Leonard had been in the Captain’s quarters talking over drinks when a call came through from one Joanna McCoy. She had called on Jim’s private line, which was an immediate sign of trouble. Joanna’s calls and messages usually went through normal channels, with the understanding that the Captain’s line was only for the direst of reasons.
“What happened, baby girl?” McCoy had asked as he looked at his daughter. She had red, puffy eyes and tear tracks streaking her face. Both Jim and Leonard could see that her face was bruised and she had a split lip. Leonard growled at the sight.
“It’s C-Clay, Daddy,” she replied, referring to her stepfather. “He…he…,” Joanna started, only to burst into another round of tears.
By the time McCoy had extracted the entire story from his daughter, both he and Jim were livid. Clay Treadway had not only severely beaten Joanna for what he’d claimed was disobedience, but had also attempted to violate her in a way that had deeply offended even Jim Kirk’s twisted sensibilities. To add insult to injury, Jocelyn had sided with her husband, insisting that Joanna must have done something to provoke such a beating, and refusing to believe the more scandalous accusations her daughter made.
When the call ended, McCoy calmly stood and faced Jim, his expression unreadable. “I have to go to her.”
“I understand,” Jim answered. “Here, take this,” he said, offering the dagger he normally kept strapped to his thigh. “It’s the least I can do.”
Nodding, McCoy took the blade then drew Jim into a heated, possessive kiss. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, but right now, my girl needs me,” he murmured, stealing one more kiss before walking out the door and towards the transporters.
That had been three weeks ago.
Since McCoy’s departure, the ship felt emptier somehow, Jim mused as he entered his quarters. Walking across the living area towards his bedroom, a gleam caught the corner of Jim’s eye and he turned. On his desk sat his dagger along with an elaborate stasis cube etched with filigree and gold. Inside the cube, seated on a pillow of red silk, was a perfectly preserved human heart.
“It’s Jocelyn’s,” said a familiar voice. “Joanna thought you deserved it more, and I agreed. Consider it…a vow, from the both of us to you.”
An amused grin crossed Jim’s face as he ran a fingertip along the edge of the box. “Why?”
“Because unlike her pathetic excuse for a mother,” replied McCoy as he reached out to Jim, pulling him in, “You gave Joanna the means to exact justice,” he said, motioning towards the dagger. “And you let me go to my daughter without interference.”
“So what happens now?” Jim asked, his hands sliding under Leonard’s shirt to caress warm skin, teeth nipping at McCoy’s neck.
“Joanna is at the Academy, where she’ll be educated before starting formal Starfleet training next year,” said Leonard. “As for me and you,” he breathed, his fingers grazing Jim’s straining erection, “we have three weeks to make up for.”
~~Fin~~