After the Storm

Jim’s bright eyes narrowed. Their saturated color was highly uncommon in the Necromonger empire, though they were a mere shadow of their original electric color. They showed the sparks of his anger far more obviously than any other soldiers’.

He moved quickly. Jim kicked out a foot- it struck Vaako to mostly no effect over the decorative armor the man wore for this ‘special occasion’. He locked a hand into the collar of Vaako’s armor, yanking him forward. It wasn’t a kiss so much as an attack. And while it was rare that their physical intimacies lacked violence, he had no intention of deriving the slightest of pleasures from the way he sank his teeth into Vaako’s flesh until he tasted blood.

Snarling, he shoved the larger man away, wiping his mouth, eyes flashing. “You taste of poison,” he hissed, baring his teeth.

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“I taste like you,” Vaako said as he licked the blood from his pale lips. He wanted to chuckle, but in Jim’s mood, he’d end up with a knife between the ribs. He couldn’t seem to do or say the right thing, and he’d learned long ago that once the younger man was that would up it was best to let it go. Fighting would make it worse. Talking was making it worse. But that didn’t stop him from leaning close on his way out of the lift to whisper in James’ ear. “My favorite flavor.”

The halls were filled with the Legion Vast, priests, servants and the newly converted. Vaako watched the milling crowd with hooded eyes as they made their way through the throng to get to the main chamber where the Lord Marshal stood at the ready to end all life on his home world. Vaako’s fingers itched to be the one to push the trigger on the Conquest Beacons, but he would have to settle for watching death spread over the surface.

They were congratulationed from his commander and others. Vaako had his family’s blade in its scabbard slung at his hip, and he felt a thrill each time he heard it tap against his leg as he walked. When Zhylaw called them to order, he stepped beside James, close enough that the blade was caught between them. “This is our victory to share, James.” 

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The necromonger’s spine straightened when Siberius breathed against his ear, a thrill catching the breath in his throat. His mood had dispelled gradually with each glance thrown between then, which each congratulations that passed first to Lord Vaako and then to his second. The whole damn army seemed to know that James belonged at Vaako’s side, and if that wasn’t a testament then there could be none.

It didn’t hurt that the woman in questions was nowhere in sight.

His fingers flicked out to catch against the tips of Vaako’s as the flares went off and the planet was wiped before the fleet. A smug smirk twisted his pale face, eyes half-shut and feline as he watched what had once been Siberius’ home burn itself clean. That in itself felt like a cathartic victory. Vaako’s ties had always been to the Empire since his conversion, but now he had nowhere else that any part of him could ever belong to.

Jim- he didn’t really know that feeling. His planet of origin still stood. But the colony from which he had been converted? Oh, that was long, long gone.

Expression returning to impassive, he disengaged from the other man, turning from the planet’s dying embers.

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//End thread

You Keep What You Kill

The anger he felt toward his now dead wife was nothing compared to the flash of rage that ripped through him when James ordered him out, and to add insult to injury he told them not to send his belongings with him. He had nothing—not even the clothes on his back to take with him.

“No,” he snarled. “You have this place. You have no right to keep what is mine! I am not the one you killed!” But she had. She’d destroyed who he had been and left a hollowed shell in her wake, a shadow that James didn’t want, and that hurt worse than any wound he’d taken in battle. Those hurts and aches he could shut out as all Necromongers could, but the pain of James’ rejection was a force he could not ignore.

“I—“ he pulled away from the timid servants that came toward him as his escort “—will be back. And you had best hope that I still have a care for you. If I don’t, you’ll be joining the Dame in the darkness of space.” They reached for him once more, bowing and scraping to avoid his wrath, and Vaako bared his teeth in a dangerous grin that made them stop in their tracks. “Mind this James Kirk, you will not be rid of me this easily, but I leave it up to you whether I am your friend or your enemy when I return.”

He stood at his full height and stalked to the door as if he was in his dress uniform and armor. He could requisition new gear. What he left behind when he left didn’t matter. They were just things.

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Jim bore the brunt of the man’s anger with impassivity. He watched, uncowed and unfrightened. He knew just what sort of man Vaako was. Proud, certainly, arrogant to a degree that only reflected his own (mighty) skills. Loyal to a fault and more subservient than he believed- but only in that loyalty given was never broken. Vaako would serve under the Lord Marshal until either death came to their leader or until it came to all the universe above. But he’d never been hands-and-knees obedient before the woman and Jim knew he’d never be able to stomach the man if he remained the bow-and-scrape sort.

He’d intended to punish the man by throwing him into a sort of exile while making it clear that anything of Vaako’s- and by extension Vaako himself- belonged to him.

"Halt." He spoke softly. Had nobody been purposefully aware of him, they would not have heard what was said- the servants, well-trained, froze in their tracks, many at Vaako’s elbow. Jim kept his eye fixed on the other soldier. A flick of his wrist sent the majority of the servants out the door. Some watched him, uncertain, until others came back for him. He didn’t move, didn’t blink, until they were alone.

The tension drained from his body like water sloughing off a duck’s back. Though he continued to hold Vaako’s gaze, stoic man just inside the door, his lids drooped, shading the electricity in his eyes. He moved towards him with dragging, slow steps- not approaching a frightened animal but moving close to an unimpressed and short-tempted jaguar.

Jim touched the edge of Vaako’s jaw. His fingers moved slow and certain along the bone, pressing into the hinge of jaw and skull. He inhaled through his mouth, inches from pale skin, a low groan in his throat. He could feel the man’s impatient anger vibrating inside him and it made him hungry for something he’d had before- something that had just begun to exist again.

Vaako’s uncowed pride had been missed.

Fingers curling around the nape of Vaako’s neck, Jim leaned forward for a slow kiss. Where their brutal coupling before had been a mark of claim, this kiss was one of greeting- savoring the return of a man thought gone. He relished it, gently swaying backwards out of the man’s touch with a flick of his tongue against his own cupid’s bow. Jim smirked, movements slow and heavy with sated pleasure. “I suppose you may remain,” he purred, nails dragging slow and sharp against a welt he had already left high on Vaako’s hipbone.

Against his will, Vaako returned James' kiss. He twisted his fingers into the loose fabric of the robe, pulling the smaller man tight against his chest. The temptation to keep twisting was strong. Vaako's hands were shaking from his anger, and he found he had more of a desire to keep that heat than to seek any other.

"You suppose?" he hissed as James dug his nails along the scratch. "Normally I'd enjoy that bit of pain, but I'm not in the mood for it." After one last twist, he pushed James away from him with enough strength to knock him off balance. "Nor am I in the mood to spend another minute in your company. The touching. The robe. Tell me, James, did you kill her to become her?"

Vaako narrowed his faded eyes at his lieutenant. His heart was pounding in his chest. He could feel bruises blossoming on his skin from their violent encounter, but the last thing he wanted was to give up control to another master. Standing tall, he folded his arms across his chest.  "I will go to your old quarters, and I will resume my duties. I am your commanding officer. I am not your pet or property. Enjoy the rest of your morning, James." 

thewinningscenario

After the Storm

Jim’s bright eyes narrowed. Their saturated color was highly uncommon in the Necromonger empire, though they were a mere shadow of their original electric color. They showed the sparks of his anger far more obviously than any other soldiers’.

He moved quickly. Jim kicked out a foot- it struck Vaako to mostly no effect over the decorative armor the man wore for this ‘special occasion’. He locked a hand into the collar of Vaako’s armor, yanking him forward. It wasn’t a kiss so much as an attack. And while it was rare that their physical intimacies lacked violence, he had no intention of deriving the slightest of pleasures from the way he sank his teeth into Vaako’s flesh until he tasted blood.

Snarling, he shoved the larger man away, wiping his mouth, eyes flashing. “You taste of poison,” he hissed, baring his teeth.

firstcommandervaako

“I taste like you,” Vaako said as he licked the blood from his pale lips. He wanted to chuckle, but in Jim’s mood, he’d end up with a knife between the ribs. He couldn’t seem to do or say the right thing, and he’d learned long ago that once the younger man was that would up it was best to let it go. Fighting would make it worse. Talking was making it worse. But that didn’t stop him from leaning close on his way out of the lift to whisper in James’ ear. “My favorite flavor.”

The halls were filled with the Legion Vast, priests, servants and the newly converted. Vaako watched the milling crowd with hooded eyes as they made their way through the throng to get to the main chamber where the Lord Marshal stood at the ready to end all life on his home world. Vaako’s fingers itched to be the one to push the trigger on the Conquest Beacons, but he would have to settle for watching death spread over the surface.

They were congratulationed from his commander and others. Vaako had his family’s blade in its scabbard slung at his hip, and he felt a thrill each time he heard it tap against his leg as he walked. When Zhylaw called them to order, he stepped beside James, close enough that the blade was caught between them. “This is our victory to share, James.” 

thewinningscenario

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You Keep What You Kill

Jim’s gaze slowly shifted from the men and women drifting quiet and pale as ghosts through his new champers. He lifted to his feet slowly, neither ashamed of his unadorned form nor of the vicious marks blooming red purple blue and green across his sallow skin. Jim navigated effortlessly through the room, expecting them to part out of his way. They did.

"Leave his belongings," Jim announced to the room at large, stepping to the closet and selecting one of the dame’s silken robes. She had liked the robes big, all the best for him. He’d have to get the stink out, though. "Escort him to my old chambers."

firstcommandervaako

The anger he felt toward his now dead wife was nothing compared to the flash of rage that ripped through him when James ordered him out, and to add insult to injury he told them not to send his belongings with him. He had nothing—not even the clothes on his back to take with him.

“No,” he snarled. “You have this place. You have no right to keep what is mine! I am not the one you killed!” But she had. She’d destroyed who he had been and left a hollowed shell in her wake, a shadow that James didn’t want, and that hurt worse than any wound he’d taken in battle. Those hurts and aches he could shut out as all Necromongers could, but the pain of James’ rejection was a force he could not ignore.

“I—“ he pulled away from the timid servants that came toward him as his escort “—will be back. And you had best hope that I still have a care for you. If I don’t, you’ll be joining the Dame in the darkness of space.” They reached for him once more, bowing and scraping to avoid his wrath, and Vaako bared his teeth in a dangerous grin that made them stop in their tracks. “Mind this James Kirk, you will not be rid of me this easily, but I leave it up to you whether I am your friend or your enemy when I return.”

He stood at his full height and stalked to the door as if he was in his dress uniform and armor. He could requisition new gear. What he left behind when he left didn’t matter. They were just things.

thewinningscenario

You Keep What You Kill

Jim snorted. His irritation was somewhat tempered by the exhaustion permeating his muscles. In part, of course, it was due to the frenetic activity they had just involved themselves in. He found, however, that being rid of the woman drowned the fire that had kept him moving since Vaako had dropped him like so much trash.

Lazing in the half-heat of Vaako’s flesh, he stretched into the other man, legs knotted in the soiled sheets that had been dragged onto the floor who knew when.

“You deal with it,” he ordered gruffly, rolling onto his stomach and tucking half under the broader man. “She’s your baggage.” He was done with her. Done with her existence, done with the stain she’d seeped into his life with the ink of her poisonous tongue. The Commander had been her pet, her slave, he could clean up after her. Jim wasn’t going to touch her damned skin.

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Vaako called her servants into the room to clean up their mess and to remove the body. He stood off to one side, dressed in a robe while they scurried about, scrubbing the floor, picking up bits and pieces of what he and James had broken, and then watched as they wrapped her in the bedclothes to dispose of her.

His numbness had been replaced by an anger that simmered beneath the surface of his calm. She had tried to own him, to destroy the relationship he shared with James, all to use him to take the throne. The echoes of her voice, purring his ears, about how she saw greatness in him, how he should be Lord Marshal, made him frown.

“Bring a new mattress, and then go to Commander Kirk’s quarters. These are his rooms now.” Rooms that James could send him from if he chose to. He’d been claimed, and he wasn’t sure that his lover wanted to keep him. Vaako knew he’d hurt him deeply, but he also hoped he had time to heal those wounds.

“Should they trade your belongings for mine?” he asked James. “Or do you want me to stay?” 

thewinningscenario

After the Storm

Gritting his teeth, James shot Vaako a narrow-eyed glare. He did not respond to the man’s words, irritation coloring his pale features. Vaako could claim innocence all he wanted, but the teasing threat to replace Jim with the Dame for an event such as this had been a real slight.

When Vaako’s hand brushed his, Jim twisted his own outward to snatch at the smallest finger on the Necromonger’s hand. He gripped it tightly, twisting it in what would’ve been painful if Vaako allowed it, but otherwise a generally irritating hold. Difficult to twist out of without snapping something. “Do not presume that you have the right to order me about outside the battlefield,” he spat. Knowing that the fires of his jealousy had climbed too him to be sensible merely fanned the flames. If she had nothing to offer him, then why in the damned hells did Vaako not cease to speak of her?

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The situation was not getting any better, and Vaako was caught in a position much more awkward and uncomfortable than the twisting that James was doing to his finger. The Necromonger was frustrated. He was involved with James on and off the battlefield. They were friends, partners, and there was no other he’d want at his side.

The Dame was beautiful. She was seductive, and he’d be lying if he claimed she didn’t stir his blood. But he didn’t like her. He didn’t want to spend more time than it took to hike up one of her slithering gowns and fuck her against a wall. She wasn’t a warrior. What would they talk about afterward?

Nothing.

“The only place I do not have the right to order you about is in bed,” he told James. “Where I prefer a relationship of equals.” As he spoke, he wedged the smaller man into the corner of the lift and gripped his chin to push his head back against the wall and then whispered against his lips. “Do not doubt me, James.”

thewinningscenario 

Messages from Vaako…

Mun Note 9.24.2014

I’m gearing up for another flood of work, and that means cutting back on some threads here and there on all my accounts.

Please don’t take it personally if I ask to end a thread. Trust me, I end threads with my longstanding partners too if I’ve lost the muse, or I’m not going to be able to reply in a timely manner. 

I do not expect anyone I play with to wait more than a month for a reply from me. If I’m spread that thin, then it’s unfair of me to expect you sit around. That’s just how I roll, and it’s why I try to keep my number of threads under control. 

LL&P,

Lee

Let’s all take a moment and enjoy Lord Vaako….

You Keep What You Kill

Jim rebelled against the grip, snarling and snapping wildly. He could feel the force of Vaako’s hold, knew the sensation well enough to recognize that it would bruise later. The restraints flared the passion of his anger: his fight had always been significantly stronger than any instinct for flight. He hissed and spat sharp insults at the other man, shouting.

It all stopped when Vaako’s hand cracked against his jaw. He hung limp for a moment, dazed. His freed hand rose to press against the corner of his mouth, the pads of his fingers coming away wet. He licked the blood from his fingers first, then the edge of his mouth. Something clicked into place then, hot and viciously relieved.

He didn’t have time for stupid questions. He didn’t care what she had done to Vaako, as long as it was undone. He slammed forward again, hungry. It wasn’t a kiss so much as a battle. He bit at Vaako’s lower lip, tongue prodding at the damage. His fingers clawed at the man’s shoulders frantically. He snarled, teeth clashing, always wanting. “Mine.”

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Vaako’s braids clung to his sweat covered shoulders and back. He could feel fresh bruises blooming over nearly every inch of exposed skin, and he hissed at the burn of a dozen bites James had left behind reminding him who and what they were to each other. He dug his fingers into the thin sheet they’d pulled from the bed and wondered how they’d managed to utterly destroy it—well it and a few loose decorations that fell from table tops and shelves. They’d been together everywhere and every way except the bed.

He glanced over his lover’s shoulder, catching sight of the dead woman on his bed. He had no love for her, and he didn’t regret her death for a moment. She’d played a dangerous game, and she’d died in her due time because of it. She’d cast some sort of spell on him. Her elemental powers might have been muted by her conversion, but they were still there enough to ensnare an idiot.

And Vaako felt like an idiot.

“James,” he mumbled into the other’s hair. It was stinking out from being pulled, and he more than likely had just as many bruises as Vaako with only half of the bites. “We need to get rid of that. The quarters are yours now. They were hers.” He had come from the officers’ quarters to live with his wife, and now all that she’d had was James’, including Vaako. 

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Mun Note 9.16.2014

Sorry about the lack of replies and not answering Asks on any of my accounts. It was 103 today in San Diego, and we had a thunderstorm come through and knock out or power for a little bit. 

I’ve tried to get the boys to cooperate, but it’s not happening. Hopefully tomorrow there will be words. 

Azra T (via flawlez)

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These are the threads in my drafts. Please let me know if I have missed a reply from you, or if you would like to plot with me. Be sure to use the @+URL method to tag me on your replies. It really helps me out.

Askfirstofficerspock:

Space – heresyourdamnfries

Soaking Wet – cmoleonxrdmccoy

Was it Something I Ate? – sunspotnitentia

Give Peace a Chance – sunspotnitentia

Quality Time – sunspotnitentia

Curiosity – logicallyinlove

Johnsheppardsga:

Look It’s a Trap – undomesticated-equines

Lordmarshalvaako:

You Keep What you Kill – thewinningscenario

Mrchadwarwick:

None

Thelessertarget:

Trapped in Amber – cmoleonxrdmccoy

Yetanotherjimkirk:

Back on Your Feet – logicallyemotional

Bourbon and Brownies – ponxfarr

Don’t Go in There – thechildoftwoworlds

Black Hole Café – sunspotnitentia

Watchmakersylar:

I’m Here to Help - donutsandguns

The Day After – droliverthredsonmd

Dinner with Peter – thepeterpetrelli