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YES I WRITE THINGS OTHER THAN CHEKOV/SULU.

IN THE DARK OF THE MOON DURING RAMADAN.

(oh kink meme, how very much you are frustrating me of late. But let's remember the good ole days for a while.)


Characters/Pairing: Spock/Uhura/McCoy :o
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit sex, suggestions of dubcon (but not really, don't worry).  Also I forgot how porny this was, goodness.
Kink Request: "A long time ago, women who weren't nice and proper and good were generally diagnosed with 'hysteria' ... Uhura has a severe case of hysteria and has to be cured. A lot. By Spock (or Bones... or both).  Bonus points for medical restraints because she is not very happy about it."



"So you see my trouble, Mr. Spock," says Bones, circling the biobed.

"Hmm, indeed, Doctor."

Uhura tries not to squirm against her restraints. The biobed is set up for gynecological examination, her legs spread, her feet in stirrups and strapped in place at the ankle. Most gynecological examinations, however, don't involve the patient being fully naked. Or her wrists restrained over her head, or an elegant black gag stuffed in her mouth.

Uhura just glares at the two of them, breathing hard through her nose.

"I admit I am not fully educated on the subject of hysteria in human females," Spock says coolly, studying Uhura with his hands clasped behind his back. "But judging from the lieutenant's lascivious conduct in private, as well as her extreme sexual appetite off-duty..."

"You agree she has a problem."

"Yes."

McCoy wheels his stool over so he's positioned right between Uhura's spread legs.

"And you recognize that she needs immediate treatment," the doctor says in a slow drawl, resting his fingers on one of her thighs.

"Indeed," says Spock.

Uhura can't move her head enough to see him move, but she can feel Spock's warmth as he circles to stand behind her. He rests one of his hands on her breastbone, possessively. The heat from his skin makes her exhale softly.

"Please begin the treatment, doctor," he says in a low voice.

Dr. McCoy's mouth tilts up the faintest bit. He runs his hand slowly down Uhura's leg, till his thumb is resting just lightly against the damp folds between her legs.

"Now," he says, in a voice so low it seems to vibrate through her skin, "it's clear the lieutenant is suffering from undue stress."

"Indeed so." Spock's hand is trailing down her shoulder, not quite touching her breasts, where her nipples are already hard and straining.

"What she needs is release of muscular tension."

As McCoy speaks, his fingers are slowly spreading her open, circling her clit. Uhura gasps once, then grits her teeth, determined not to make a sound.

"Any ideas how to initiate such a physiological response, Doctor?" Spock's thumb is stroking her nipple, now, his skin so hot it feels almost like it's burning her. Uhura's breath comes faster.

"Of course I have ideas, Spock," says McCoy. His voice is resentful but his hand is steady and sure -- he felt Uhura's intake of breath even though she tried to hide it, and now he's circling harder, just barely sinking his index and middle fingers deeper into the heat between her legs. "I don't intend to try out every random theory I have on my patient -- ah, look at that."

Uhura tries to steady her breathing again, but McCoy's thumb rubbed her clit deliciously hard and she couldn't help but buck up against him, involuntarily. He's smiling slow at her now, still rubbing.

"What is it, doctor?"

"I think we're on the right track."

"I see," says Spock, bringing his other hand down so that he can stroke both her nipples. She gasps and arches, her moan muffled in the gag, and she feels Spock's infinitesimal smile against her cheek. "Please continue."

McCoy grumbles something about how he had planned on doing so anyway thank you very much, but before Uhura can try to decipher it fully she bucks and screams -- McCoy's mouth is on her, hot and wet against her slit, the tip of his tongue teasing at her clit.

Spock makes a little sound in the back of his throat that could be a chuckle, could be a growl. He breathes hotly against the pulse in her neck. "I think you're almost there, doctor."

McCoy says nothing, his big, rough fingers spreading Uhura carefully apart, circling hard and gentle through the hot wetness between her legs, his pinky teasing farther back and his tongue licking steadily at her clit. Uhura can't stay quiet anymore: she's spasming and thrusting slow, her moans muffled, Spock mouthing steadily at her throat as she gets closer and closer.

"Nyota," whispers Spock in a hot rumble at her ear, and she comes hard, screaming into the gag, McCoy licking her all throughout it and kissing her clit through the aftershocks.

She's boneless for a long time afterward, long enough for McCoy to untie her hands and legs and for Spock to remove the gag.

"Was that how you wanted it, darlin'?" says McCoy, leaning over her to kiss her cheeks gently.

Uhura laughs and nods, her eyes sinking closed. Spock's already got her hands between her legs again, watching her face as she moans low at the sensation.

"I think... I might need... further treatment," she manages, between breaths, one arm curling up around Spock's neck and the other sunk into McCoy's thick brown hair as he works his way down to one of her nipples.

"We anticipated that," says Spock, licking her lips apart for his tongue; and as he spreads her legs open with both hands, Uhura once again fervently blesses shipwide away missions and sickbay privacy privileges.

Then McCoy sinks his cock slow inside her, and her mind blissfully stops working for the rest of the night.


Characters/Pairing: Scotty/Gaila (wait what?)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Kink Request: "No one will go within ten feet of Gaila due to pheromone stigma! Scotty DGAF and befriends her and she FINDS SOLACE"


The Jeffries tubes on the Enterprise couldn't be called spacious -- they weren't even a meter across, just barely wide enough for two humanoids to crawl through them side-by-side -- but compared to the maze of deathtraps in the innards of a Hermes-class ship, which Gaila spent all three of her junior practical exams squeezing herself though, they were downright luxurious.

Still, it wasn't exactly the best place to eat lunch. Gaila sighed and poked at her meal. She'd been having to isolate herself during her triyearly pheromone peaks since her Academy days, spending two weeks sealed off from all human noses when her pheromone levels got so high that even her daily counteractive hyposprays couldn't suppress them anymore, but she'd never really gotten used to it. Her crewmates were understanding and supportive, and kept up with her through the ship's computer network, but nothing really compared to actual human -- or Orion, or Vulcan, or Andorian -- company. It made her wonder if she would ever get used to being lonely.

A rattle and a muffled curse from the u-bend made her look up. A dark-haired head poked into the tunnel.

"Oi, there, Lieutenant! Fancy meeting you here."

It was Scotty.

"Mr. Scott!" said Gaila, grinning back at him before she remembered the state she was in. The smile faded from her face. "Oh... Chief, you know, I really..."

"Ach, no, you're not in trouble," said Scotty, who sounded like he might have a cold. "Starfleet wouldn't have made the Tubes so cool if they didn't want us to hang around in them, I always say. Here, now, this looks a perfect place for a picnic." Scotty reached back into the tube and pulled out a somewhat battered-looking sandwich wrapped in white paper.

He settled against the opposite wall in a cross-legged position, like her, and gave her a grin.

Gaila wanted to smile back, but her heart was sinking. This had happened more than once over the years during her peak phases. She would accidentally run into a guy when she was trying to find a suitable place to quarantine herself, and he would be utterly charmed by her, think she was the most beautiful and intelligent woman in the entire galaxy and want nothing more than to spend every minute listening to her speak (and would be more than pleased to do... other things with her, as well).

But once her pheromone levels evened out again, the guy would come to his senses like someone waking from a dream, and she'd never hear from him again beyond the rumors that he was resentful of being beguiled and manipulated, as if it had all been Gaila's plan from the start.

The starry-eyed look Scotty was giving her now as he chattered on about some new power couplings suggested he was her latest victim, and the thought made Gaila's chest ache. She liked Scotty so much -- she couldn't bear the thought of his losing respect for her, or never being able to talk to him again.

"Chief?" she said softly when he paused for breath.

"Oh, now, Lieutenant, you must call me Scotty."

"Scotty." She smiled a little despite herself. "I, um, I'm really sorry, and I hope you don't take this as, as anything personal, but I'm afraid I really have to be by myself right now."

Scotty's face fell.

"Oh," he said. "Oh, well, of course, we all need that sometimes. And me all bargin' in here without even asking, ach. I'm very sorry -- I'll be on my way now."

"No, I love that you barged in!" Gaila blurted. "I mean -- I'd love your company, I really would. It's just... well, there are these certain times when Orions... it's that --"

"Do y'mean your pheromone levels?"

Gaila blinked in surprise.

"You know about that?" she said.

"Aye," he said, blushing a little. "I wasn't prying or anything, mind you. It's because I'm your department overseer Dr. McCoy wanted me to be aware."

"Oh," said Gaila. Scotty's cheeks were still red. Yes -- he was definitely affected.

"But it seems such a shame to me that you have to be all by yourself for that whole time," he continued. "It must be terribly lonely."

Sympathy, after so long, had Gaila suddenly blinking back tears.

"I... thank you, Chief," she said hastily. "That's so kind of you. But I'm afraid there's really no other way around it --"

"That's why I made these!" Scotty exclaimed, thumbing his nose at her.

At first Gaila was just startled. Then she saw them: a pair of tiny, electronic noseplugs.

"Completely filters out all organic compounds from the air!" Scotty was gesturing with both hands now, the way he did when he was excited about a theory. "I've been workin' on 'em since the last time you had to disappear -- Dr. M'Benga provided the hormone strains for testing -- quite pungent, let me tell you. Of course these are only the prototype, but they're lab-tested, and I hope to eventually create a whole set for you to give to your mates and such."

"You mean," said Gaila, trying to take this in, "you mean, right now, you're not..."

"I am wholly unaffected by you, Lieutenant," Scotty said proudly. "Er... well, that is to say -- physiologically speaking, of course, since of course you are a profoundly affecting lass in other ways... er, that is to say..."

His face was red again. Gaila was grinning so hard her cheeks hurt.

"I just thought I might come to tell you myself and, you know, give you some company. If you'd like, that is. I don't mean to imply it's only my company that you should have, or anything -- that is to say..."

"Scotty," she said, interrupting him.

"Aye?"

"I love your company."

Scotty swallowed.

"And I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have with me for a picnic."

She picked up her Alysian salad and held out to him with a wink. Scotty grinned, figuring out what she meant, and tapped the crust of his sandwich against the bowl in a little toast.

"Same here, Lieutenant," he said.

"Call me Gaila."

"Well, then." He smiled sheepishly; his ears were red. "Gaila."


Characters/Pairing: Sulu/Chekov, McCoy, warious cameos
Rating: PG-13 for language
Warnings: Stupid
Kink Request: "THE FENCE-RATI FELLOW."  Yes, it's The Karate Kid with ST characters and fencing.  Also marks that special kink meme rite-of-passage: I filled my own prompt, COULD YOU TELL (this counts as het because Jocelyn's in it.)


(PARAMOUNT STILL)

(HAGGIS LOGO
"MONTGOMERY SCOTT PRODUCTIONS")

MOVIE GUY VOICE: A new life... he never asked for.

(on the airplane)
SULU: I don't see why we have to move.
MRS. SULU: It'll be a great adventure, Hikaru!
SULU: (grumpily) Your face is a great adventure.

A new home... he never wanted.

RUSSIAN LADY'S VOICE: Welcome to St. Petersburg.

(SHOT OF RUSSIAN STUFF LIKE THE DOMEY ROOFS AND WHATNOT)

MRS. SULU: It's beautiful!
SULU: (grumpily) Your face is beautiful.

A new friend... he wasn't prepared for.

(MYSTERIOUS BOY barrels into SULU)
SULU: Ow! Hey!... u-uh. Hey. 8|
MYSTERIOUS BOY: Oh! Am so sorry! I deed not hurt you?
SULU: N-no, I'm fine... I'm Hikaru Sulu.
MYSTERIOUS BOY: I am Chekov, Pavel Andreivich. You are Amerikanski, da?
SULU: Da. I mean, yeah.
CHEKOV: I veel show you sights! (grabs his arm)

An enemy he did not anticipate...

(Ushanka'd CHEKOV and SULU are blissfully skipping through the streets, laughing and sipping hot borscht through novelty mugs, when suddenly a MYSTERY VILLAIN steps out from the SHADOWS to trip SULU with the blunted blade of an EPEE. SULU falls to the ground and BORSCHT spews out into the snowy street like BLOOD from a WOUND.)

SULU: Argh!
MYSTERY VILLAIN: Fu fu fu.
CHEKOV: (crouching at SULU's side): Wictor! I should heff known. >:c Vat are you doeenk here?
VICTOR: I am but wooing you, my leetle vleshkovink.
CHEKOV: I von't be vooed! I heff new boyfriend now! Come on, Hikaru.
VICTOR: (glares silently as they walk away)

(Star-wipe to next day. SULU is trudging home from school in waist-deep SNOW. Suddenly light reflects off a dozen foils as VICTOR'S GANG ambushes him.)

SULU: Uh, h-hey, guys, can we discuss this?
VICTOR: No discussion, no mercy. EN GARDE. (they start SLAPPING the FUCK out of SULU with the flats of their swords)
SULU: AUUGHHH

and a teacher...

(Suddenly another blade sweeps into the fray, held by A GRIZZLED HAND. It parries all fifteen attacks with one stroke.)

he never expected.

McCOYAGI: (grumpily dispatches all foes)
SULU: :o

Now...

SULU: (chasing after McCOYAGI with difficulty, still in the waist-deep snow): Whoa, whoa, whoa, you gotta teach me that!
McCOYAGI: (grumpily) Forget it, kid.

if they want to win...

SULU: (pointing to tournament flyer) I want to win!
McCOYAGI: (scowls)

(BEGIN TRAINING MONTAGE THROUGH WAIST-DEEP SNOW)

one will have to learn discipline

McCOYAGI (voice-over): Look, kid-san, you need to learn discipline.
SULU: I know discipline!
(SULU boggles at a shirtless CHEKOV jogging by and almost drops his FOIL.)
McCOYAGI (savagely jabs SULU with blank hypospray)
SULU: OW

while the other will have to learn how to interact with other human beings without jabbing them with hyposprays.

(As SULU fumbles his technique over and over again, McCOYAGI watches in distress, face twitching, hands in fists, eyes continually drawn to the medical bag in the corner)

(BOLDLY-WRITTEN WORD ON SCREEN: "SKILL")

McCOYAGI: Dammit, kid-san, wax on is with your LEFT hand! Wax OFF is with your right hand!
SULU: But this is my left hand!
McCOYAGI: (pauses. turns in other direction. turns back)
McCOYAGI: (huffily) Obviously I meant MY left, okay.

(BOLDLY-WRITTEN WORD ON SCREEN: "REVENGE")

VICTOR: (smirking) Thees is my coach.
JOCELYN: (smirking) We meet again, Leonard.

(BOLDLY-WRITTEN WORD ON SCREEN: "LOVE")

(On a sparkling Moscow evening, CHEKOV and SULU are about to kiss, and lean in to each other very, very, very, very slowly. So slowly that the passerby give them strange looks as they pass.)

(BOLDLY-WRITTEN WORD ON SCREEN: "PAIN")

(McCOYAGI savagely jabs KIRK with a blank hypospray.)
KIRK: OW! Hey, I'm not even in this!

(BOLDLY-WRITTEN WORD ON SCREEN: "FENCING.")

SULU: I can't do it, Mr. McCoyagi! He swept my leg!
McCOYAGI: Damn it, kid-san, yes you can. You're a fencer, not a failure!


The Fence-Rati Fellow



(FINAL MATCH. CHEKOV screams among the hordes in the stands. SULU, facing VICTOR, raises up into crane-kick position and balances there, sword drawn, as the audience murmurs to each other in awe)

McCOYAGI: (cupping hands around mouth) What the hell do you think you're doing, kid-san?? What are you, a fucking flamingo?

(Shamefully, Sulu lowers himself to both feet.)

Coming Christmas 2231


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