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Title: Dancing with the Devil – A Star Trek Halloween (Part 3/3)
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Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3125
Pairings (in Part 3): Kirk/McCoy, Spock/?
Description: The Halloween party has unexpected consequences.
Part 1
Part 2

Jim was sprawled face-down on his bed, consciousness slowly creeping up on him, when the door buzzed. “Enter,” he muttered, struggling to open an eye or two.

He heard someone enter the room, then heavy footfalls crossing back and forth and the sound of someone breathing.

“Stop pacing, Bones,” Jim mumbled. “C’mere and talk to me.”

Bones appeared in his line of sight. “Jesus, Bones, you look like shit,” Jim said, raising an eyebrow. Actually, Bones looked adorably debauched in his clothes from the previous night, his t-shirt ripped at the shoulder and a few stains of dubious origin visible on his jeans. He didn’t look so great from the neck up though, what with the dark scowl, bloodshot eyes, and hair that was sticking up all over as if he’d been running his hands through it for the past few hours. Bones took a seat on the bed next to Jim and put his face in his hands.

“Goddammit Jim, what the hell did we do last night? What did I do? That wasn’t me! What the hell was I thinking?"

“Bones,” Jim said, patting his leg consolingly, without ever lifting his head from its comfortable location on his pillow. “It’s Halloween. You’re supposed to be someone you’re not – that’s the whole point.”

Bones shook his head. “You’re not supposed to be possessed by the devil to get your jollies by taking advantage of an innocent kid.”

“Cut the Southern bullshit, Bones,” Jim said, as forcefully as he could from his prone position. “And in case last night didn’t make it abundantly clear, Chekov is far – and I mean far – from innocent. Look, it was just one night and it was fun, Bones –“ He held up a hand to cut off Bones’ attempted protest. “We’re going to forget about it and life will go on as usual.”

“Well, I don’t think I’m going to forget it anytime soon. My whole room smells like sex.”

“You can stay here as long as you want.” He patted the bed next to him and held out his hand. Bones lay down on his stomach, his head turned toward Jim, and took his hand loosely. He looked at Jim for a long moment, his eye coming to rest on the gold hoop that still shined in Jim’s ear.

“Do me a favor, Jim?”

“Sure. What is it?”

“Don’t ever take that earring out.”

Jim smiled a lazy smile and closed his eyes. “I love you, Bones.”

Bones stopped breathing.

Jim cracked an eye open. “Not like that,” he clarified. “I mean, ya know, like friends and stuff.”

“Oh.” Bones turned his head away and willed himself to keep breathing. “Right. Right, yeah, friends.”

He kept his hand on Jim's as they drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Bones was still sleeping when the door buzzed again. Jim opened it to find Uhura, who handed him a pile of clothing that looked like the remnants of his captain's uniform. Jim shook out the uniform pants to reveal a massive rip down the front. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Uhura.

"We're used to wearing skirts," she mumbled, not looking at him.

"Yeah? Well, Gaila's taken off enough pants in her life, you'd think she'd have a handle on it by now," he said, grinning.

Uhura glowered at him.

"Well, here's yours," he said, tossing her her uniform which lay in a pile on his desk. "At least now you can't say anything about the blood."

"Blood?! What the hell did you guys do last night? Actually, don't tell me, I'm pretty sure I don't want to know," she called as she walked down the hall.

* * *

The next bridge shift was spent avoiding eye contact and suppressing smiles. Chekov squirmed in his seat, as Kirk and Scotty had far too good a time discussing routine engineering checks.

“Scotty, have you probed the navigation unit?”
“I have, Captain. The unit is tight and well-oiled. Would you like me to probe it again?”
“I don’t know, Scotty. Do you think it can take more?”
“Oh yes, sir. How shall I position the thrusters?”
“We’ll handle the thrusters up here, Scotty.”
“Of course, Captain. Anything else?”
“Have you lubricated the rod pumps?”
“…Captain, I’m sorry, I’ve lost ya there.”
“Yeah, sorry, I might have gotten a little carried away. Carry on with the maintenance, Scotty. Kirk out.”

* * *

“Enter.”

Jim propped himself up on the bed with his elbows to see Bones come in, the door swishing shut behind him. Bones leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms.

“Where is my bed?”

“Um…being replaced? Remember? I promised!”

“That’s great, Jim. Where am I supposed to sleep tonight?”

Jim pretended to ponder the question, then patted the mattress, looking as innocent as he could.

“I don’t think so, Jim.”

“Come on. I won’t touch you. I promise.”

“That’s not the point.”

“No? Well, go stay in the guest quarters then. Or is that not the point either?” Jim asked, looking intently at Bones.

“The point is, I can’t keep doing this,” Bones said, his face flushing as simmering resentment rose to the surface. “I won’t, I…do you have any idea how hard you’re making this?”

Jim smirked. “I have an idea.”

“Shut up!” Bones snapped, clenching his fists at his sides. “Is everything a fucking joke to you?”

Jim looked serious again. “No,” he said quietly. “I want you to stay.”

“I’m not staying.” Bones said, his voice flat. “Not when I know it could be someone else in your bed tomorrow night.”

“Not if I don’t get you another bed,” Jim said, the corner of his mouth quirking up. Bones glared at him, and turned to leave. Jim jumped off the bed and grabbed his arm.

“Bones,” Jim said quietly.

Bones stopped with his hand on the doorframe and turned to look at him. Jim turned his head slightly to the side – light glinted off the gold hoop that was still in his ear.

Bones felt the last remnants of his resolve slip away, overtaken by anger and lust. He shoved Jim roughly up against the wall.

“I swear to God, Jim,” he said harshly, his lips millimeters from Jim’s ear, “I don’t want to be one of your little flings.” He took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the front of Jim’s shirt. “Do you even know how much I want you?”

“Show me,” Jim whispered.

Bones closed his eyes. He felt as though his body temperature was spiking. He wanted to punish Jim, to show him how much it hurt to know that he wasn’t the only one in Jim’s life. He pulled Jim away from the wall and pushed him down onto the bed. Jim stared up at him, his blue eyes wide, serious, waiting. Bones couldn’t take it. He flipped Jim over onto his hands and knees, reaching around to undo his pants and tug them down. He leaned over Jim and reached into the bedside drawer, pulled out the bottle of lube, and squirted some liberally on his hand. Jim glanced back at him, catching his eye. “Say it,” he said, quietly.

“Say what?” Bones asked gruffly.

“Say what you want to do to me. Say what you said the other night.”

Bones knew exactly what he was talking about. He slid his hands down Jim’s back and gripped his hips. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you little slut.”

Jim made a sound like “guh” and spread his legs wider.

Bones skipped the fingers entirely and lined his cock up with Jim’s ass. He pushed slowly, knowing it would hurt Jim, wanting it to hurt him, but only a little. Goddammit, nothing should feel this good. It was the tight heat against his cock, it was Jim moaning beneath him, it was holding Jim down, taking what he wanted from him, and it was just the two of them, and there was no one else. He remembered locking eyes with Jim over Chekov’s shoulder, wishing Chekov weren’t between them. He thrust harder, angry, wanting.

"Is this what you wanted?” he growled. “I bet you'll be sorry you can't kick me out of your bed tonight." Jim said nothing, just panted and rocked back against him. Yes, it was what he wanted. He wanted Bones, he’d never denied that, but as he gave himself over, as his body shook with pleasure, he realized that he had to let Bones know that it was so much more. A word flashed through his mind, a forbidden word in the world of James T. Kirk, and when he thought of that word, and Bones, he grit his teeth and came, a hot wave of ecstasy washing over him.

Bones felt Jim clench and shiver and held on long enough to thrust once, twice more, until he too was coming, spurting into Jim, burying his face in Jim’s back, tears springing to his eyes and gasping with relief and with something more. He bit Jim hard on the shoulder, leaving his mark, then pulled out, collapsing on the mattress, leaving space between himself and Jim.

They lay in silence, both afraid to make a move, afraid of what came next.

Jim lay on his side, facing away from Bones. He was the first to speak.

"I love you, Bones," he said quietly.

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"Shut up." It came out more roughly than he had intended. Jim didn't say anything.

Bones watched the rise and fall of Jim's side and listened to his measured breathing and willed himself not to reach over. He clenched a fistful of blanket and squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again. Ah, what the hell. He'd already done so many things that he would regret. What was one more? He moved toward Jim and slid an arm over him, his open palm coming to rest against Jim's chest. Jim snuggled backwards into him. Bones tightened his grip and nuzzled his neck. "Jim Kirk, what are you doing to me?" he whispered. He could feel Jim's smile against his skin.

* * *

Jim caught up with Spock as they left the Bridge. "Hey Spock? Chess tonight?"

"I am sorry, Captain. I must decline as I have another...engagement."

"Seriously?"

"You need not sound so surprised."

"It's just...I've never known you to have plans before."

"If you are seeking sexual relations, I am sure you can find them elsewhere."

Jim looked exasperated. "Well, yeah, obviously, but...wait, why does everyone think sex is all I think about?!"

Spock raised an eyebrow.

"Fine," Jim conceded. "But in this case, I actually just want to talk to you about something. Tomorrow?"

"That would be satisfactory."

"Gee thanks. Glad you could find time for me in your schedule," Jim grumbled as he walked back to his quarters.

An hour later he was still pacing, wondering about Spock's "other" engagement. Probably something boring, like playing the lute or something. Or wait...no...he wouldn't be with Uhura. Would he? Jim couldn't take it any more. "Computer. Locate Commander Spock."

"Commander Spock is in Lieutenant Sulu's quarters."

Lieutenant Sulu? Jim furrowed his brow in confusion. What could they be doing? Discussing fencing techniques or something, Jim supposed. Still, Spock would rather do that than chess? Or more importantly, than what usually followed chess? Whatever. He'd try to find out more tomorrow.

The next day in the Bridge, Jim lounged in his chair, staring at the endless blackness of space. It was getting a little boring, actually. He was even beginning to hope for some anomalies to get the blood flowing. Speaking of anomalies, Spock hadn't even shown up for his shift yet.

"Hey Sulu," he called to the pilot.

"Yes, Captain," Sulu said without turning around.

"Did you and Spock have a late night talking about sword-fighting tactics, or something?"

"Um...yes, sir. Sword-fight tactics." He sounded uncomfortable. Jim also noticed that the back of Chekov's neck had turned bright pink in color. No way. Jim's eyebrows shot up. He glanced at Uhura, whose mouth was hanging open slightly. She shook her head at him and made a face that said she did NOT want to know.

Spock had the good fortune of walking onto the Bridge at that moment, smack into the middle of perhaps the most uncomfortable silence that Jim had ever been a part of.

Jim broke the silence in the best way he knew how - by picking on Spock.

"Spock! You're late!"

"I apologize, Captain. I was...investigating an anomaly."

"Uh huh. And was it a ...fascinating...anomaly."

Spock looked at him. "It was."

"Yeah, I'll bet it was."

* * *

Jim saw Spock in the hallway and decided then was as good a time as any.

"Look, Spock, I wanted to talk to you about something."

Spock was blushing and it took Kirk a moment to realize why. They were standing outside the door to Lieutenant Sulu's quarters, where Spock had been about to request entrance.

"Spock! Again! Are you serious?" He leaned closer. "Careful," he said. "Wouldn't want to get chafed."

Spock was surprisingly composed as he responded. "Captain, I do not want you to think that I am unsatisfied with our...liaisons."

"Actually, Spock, that's kinda what I wanted to talk to you about," Jim said, looking down.

Spock raised an eyebrow and Jim looked up at him earnestly. "I'm not unsatisfied either, but...I think it might be best if we..ya know..if we kinda...stop."

Spock looked at him silently. Damn inexpressive Vulcans. It was impossible to tell if Spock as pissed, thrilled, confused, or thinking about anomalies.

Silence tended to make Jim keep talking. "I just think it would be best, for...personal reasons."

"Chafing?" Spock asked, with absoluely no inflection in his voice.

Jim chuckled and clapped a hand on Spock's shoulder. "Sure, why not. Thanks, Spock. I'll...see you around."

He headed down the hall, but turned halfway to call back to Spock. "Have fun with your boyfriends!"

"Have fun with Dr. McCoy," Spock called back. Jim flushed, grinned, and shook his head. Damn Vulcan intuition. He had to remember about that.

* * *

Bones worked late in sickbay before heading back to his quarters to get a change of clothes and decide where he was going to sleep if that fucking bed hadn’t arrived yet. So he was slightly shocked to see a bed in his quarters, and slightly less shocked to see Jim Kirk reclining on it, hands behind his head. Bones rolled his eyes.

“You’re welcome.”

“Thanks. Don’t suppose there’s any chance I’ll get to sleep alone in it tonight?”

“If that’s what you want.”

Bones sat wearily on the edge of the bed, pulled his shoes off, and rested his head in his hands.

“You didn’t come by last night.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Where did you sleep?”

“My office. Kinda.”

“Tough shift?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna hear something funny?”

Bones looked at him. “Please,” he drawled.

“Spock’s been spending…time…with Chekov and Sulu. If you catch my drift.”

Bones straightened up, a smile playing around his lips. “You’re kidding me.”

“Nope. He even skipped our weekly chess game.”

“No.”

“Yep.

“That horny bastard.”

“I know, right.”

“Well, I’ve got one for you.”

“What’s that?”

“Ah shit.”

“What?”

“Doctor-patient confidentiality. Can’t tell you.”

“Bones! You can’t do that to me! Come on. I swear I won’t say anything. Tell me.”

“Is that an order?”

“Sure, why not.”

“Well, Scotty came in this morning looking for some ointment. Had some pretty nasty scratches down his back. It took me a while to get it out of him, but apparently he ended up having a pretty wild night with Gaila…and Uhura.”

“Shut up!”

Bones smiled smugly.

“Who knew one little Halloween party could have such scandalous consequences?” mused Jim.

There was an awkward silence as their eyes met. Jim bit his lip. He moved forward, stretched out a hand to brush Bones’ hair. Bones pulled his head away.

“Bones…”

Bones shook his head, looked across the room away from Jim.

“I want to stay with you tonight.”

“Don’t start this again, Jim.”

“Listen to me.” He took a deep breath. “I want to stay with you tonight and every night.”

“It’s not Halloween anymore, Jim. Stop pretending to be what you’re not,” said Bones wearily.

"Bones, look, the reason I found out about Spock was that I went to talk to him about...about breaking it off."

"Breaking it off?"

"Yeah. I went to tell him that we had to stop messing around...because...because...you know..."

Bones looked at him. "Enlighten me."

Jim's blue eyes sparked with intensity as he looked directly at Bones. "Fuck Bones, I want to be with you. I'm not gonna screw around anymore.” He ran a hand through his hair. "Jesus Christ, I mean, I was fucking Chekov and all I could think of was how much I wanted you! So, that's it, and now I'm telling you this, this is really happening. What do you think about that, huh? Are you happy now?"

"Yes," Bones said quietly.

Jim looked up. "What? Really?"

"Well...you're agreeing to this for me. You must be pretty serious about…us."

"Yeah. I am. I just thought it would take a little longer to get you to believe me."

Bones shrugged and reached for Jim's hand. "Jim, I don't think you would be shaking this much if you weren't telling the truth."

Jim smiled nervously. “Yeah, well. I’ve never done this before. Jesus, look at me, I’m a fucking starship captain, and I’m scared to tell someone I love them.”

Bones’ breath caught in his throat. He raised an eyebrow. “Like a friend?”

“No, Bones, not like a friend.” He slid forward and wrapped his arms around Bones, caught his lips in a passionate kiss. “Most definitely not like a friend.”

* * *

“Captain, sensors show an anomaly that may interfere with our current trajectory. We may want to consider a course change. Captain?”

“Huh? What? Oh, sorry Spock. An anomaly? Yeah, go ahead.

“You’d like to change course?”

“Change course? I thought you would want to go investigate.”

“Under normal circumstances, that would be accurate. However, by my calculations we would reach the anomaly in approximately two days, which means…”

“That it would interfere with our upcoming holiday party.”

“Precisely.”

“Spock! I don’t believe what I’m hearing! Are you choosing a party…over science?”

“I have learned that keeping up crew morale is essential to the success of our mission.”

“Ha! Damn right, Spock! Plus, I think we’re all pretty eager to find out how Chekov looks wearing nothing but a red Christmas bow. Chekov?”

Chekov turned around and grinned at his superior officers. He leaned on the back of his chair and winked. “I can do zat.”

The End