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Criminal	By : DoctorCrane Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009) Views: 1703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The last guard hit the ground as Khan took in a breath, his gaze settling on Kirk. “Where is your engineer?” The words almost missed Kirk, his brain still working on the barely gone fight.
He looked around, loudly whispering, “Scotty!”
“We don’t have time for this,” Khan growled.
“I know, but that might be where he went.”
“What? Ah, the engine. Could he buy us more time?” Khan’s expression was flat, concealing the growing irritation at the near flippant sentiment of this crew, but if he could pretend that keeping the ship inoperable was ideal, he may encounter a better opportunity.
“I don’t know, but if anyone could it would be Scotty.”
Khan breathed an agitated huff from his nose, quickly pushing his way past Kirk. He needs the ship running, not permanently disabled, and he isn't confident that isn't Scotty’s short-sighted mission. Change of plan then; get to the engine, passively subdue the engineer, get to the deck, kill Marcus, commandeer the ship. Simple.
Kirk was quick behind him, miserably trying to decipher Khan’s change of motivation, his suspicion growing strong; he needed to get to Scotty first. Khan stopped at the engine room door, turning back to Kirk as the door began to open. “We should have run into someone by now.” He turned back towards the door, dodging a punch and throwing the man’s head into the doorframe. He stunned the other two engineers at a distance, prowling towards the engine. “Lock that door,” Khan barked, Kirk pausing. “They’ll have heard us.”
“Are you concerned?” Kirk almost teased, the gravity of Khan’s ability finally starting to sink in deep.
“I’m busy.” He stopped at the engine controls, the panel illuminating him slightly in the ominous red glow. “He’s obviously not here,” Khan pensed as he worked at the panel, trying to override the timed reset. He could hear the first round of infantry collecting beyond the door.
Kirk jogged over to him, looking back once. “We've got company.”
“I know.”
“So, go do your superhuman destroy everything...thing.”
“They’re armed.”
“So were the Klingons.”
Khan paused for an exercise in patience. “I don’t think you understand.” He turned towards Kirk. “We have weapons that would be better suited for throwing at them; they have what could be likened to hand-held canons capable of blasting through this hull. The have armor fit for surviving an explosive assault and the have bodies.”
“Then we’ll hide,” Kirk blurted indignantly.
Khan’s expression flattened more. “In a radioactive tomb.” He shot Kirk a look of hubris. “Well, I’ll survive.” A loud bang on the door drew their attention.
“Then you think of something better!” Kirk shouted, pacing off a bit, hands fingering through his hair.
“I have.” He stepped over to the fallen engineers, stunning them once more. “Put this shirt on.” He gestured with the phaser to the body at his feet, walking over to the other, working the shirt off of the limp body.
Kirk hesitated, but complied when Khan never looked up at him, pulling the shirt over his head. As Kirk’s face cleared the neckline, he saw Khan dragging the body around to the other side of the engine. Kirk let go of a burdened breath and threw the engineer around his shoulders, rushing him to the other side and dropping him with the other. He caught up with Khan at the control panel. “Alright, so we pretend to be engineers? Because I don’t know how to do any of this.”
“Yes, but you know how to do this,” Khan turned, grabbing Kirk into a kiss.
Jim hesitated before shoving Khan back, blood racing. “What the hell are you doing?”
“We need surprise, and they will recognize me if not you as well. We need to shock them and give them a reason to drop their guard. I assumed your reputation would make you more amicable.”
“What is my reputation!” For a moment he was more concerned with this common insight of him everyone but he was aware of, but another echoing bang on the far side of the room brought his focus back. He mulled it over for a few more seconds and hoped he could later reason himself into thinking this was ever a good idea. "Fine," he said shortly.
"But I call the shots."
"Oh no, I don't 'catch' for anyone."
"Well, you'll have to get used to it quick."
"I don't think you understand who you're dealing with."
"That's what makes it fun." Kirk pushed him against the control panel, pressing his lips and the rest of his body flush against Khan's. Somewhere in his mind was the notion that this was all ultimately under Khan's control, but Jim was going to try his damnedest to make this augment flinch, at the very least.
In another life Khan might have admired Jim's determination, but his mission was still the same, recreational life-saving plans aside. Jim nipped at Khan's nek, a twinge in his hardening cock surprising him. The captain felt Khan's body tightened slightly, grinning to himself as he sucked at the skin below Khan's jaw; he's still human after all. Jim's hands had crept up under the other's shirt, digits prowling over the grooves along Khan's abdomen and up his chest.
Khan swallowed, trying to disguise any apprehensiveness that was surfacing. It had been hundreds of years and he thought he would have better control over himself. His fingers fidgeted with Kirk's trousers, pushing his shirt up in the process.
"Desperate?" Kirk teased, starting on Khan's pants as well just after giving his ass a playful squeeze.
"Obviously. We're about to be gunned down and you're treating this like a romp in the hay." He yanked the fly open, staring down Jim as he leaned back.
"I was trying to be nice, since it's been a few hundred years, and it shows."
"We don't have tim-" Jim interrupted him with a determined grab of the shirt and threw him to the ground, pulling the tight fabric around Khan's hips down enough to expose his aching frustration. Khan swallowed, a flush spilling up his neck.
Jim kneeled between his legs. "Better?" He didn't give Khan a chance to respond, taking him into his mouth, a modulated gasp rasping through Khan's nose, but Jim could feel the tell of his body, smiling to himself as his tongue played over supple flesh. Jim had a tendency to dodge virgins, but this was nearly as good and didn't really count. A resistant moan inflated Jim's ego, hands pressed to Khan's hips. Noise barely audible behind the door drew both of their attentions, Jim sitting back.
"They're going to blow the door in." Khan cleared his throat.
"We'd better get to it then," Kirk grinned, sliding Khan's pants down farther, met with equal resistance.
"I don't think you were paying attention."
"Don't be so difficult." Kirk reached for Khan's hands, but they were already on Jim's shirt, pulling him up and over his lap. Jim sat back against Khan's thighs with a huff.
"Now who's being difficult," Khan drolled, freeing Kirk's eager cock, giving him an enticing tease of pressure. Khan nudged Jim forward more, keeping him steady agsint his thigh as he wrapped a hand around their members, grinding up against him.
Jim rolled his hips forward in response, hands gripping Khan's thighs as he leaned back to brace himself. Khan felt his heart thrum slightly at the sight of Kirk, swallowing as he kept a steady rhythm, pressing harder against the pliant body above him. Jim gave an encouraging moan, fingers pressing against the hard flesh beneath them. "Lean forward," Khan stated, Kirk obliging. Khan pulled him down by his shirt, holding him there as their mouths crushed together, the door beyond them blasting open.
Jim's escalated anxiety was evident, but Khan held him down and he complied. Shouting was qucikly replaced with irritation and certain confusion, Khan rolling with Jim onto his back. Khan stayed face down in Kirk's hospitable mouth, a tense exchange of glances making it difficult for either to breathe. Khan pressed his hips against Kirk's ass, Jim playing up a throaty moan as a guard charged over, insisting on something, the words lost on both of them.
The tip of a photon rifle barely nudged Khan's shoulder before he was up, rifle now in hand, the guard skidding across the room. He braced it against his hip, hiding what could be shame with his other hand as he downed the other three. Kirk had just stayed down, watching him, admiring him, taking satisfaction in their brief encounter.
Khan had already shoved himself back into his now fastened pants, pulling his shirt back over his head.. "Let's go," he commanded, prowling toward the door as if nothing even happened. Kirk leaped to his feet, tense and now frustrated, adjusting himself and grabbing his shirt.
"No 'goodbye kiss'?" he sneered, chasing after Khan.
"A frot wasn't enough?" Khan rebutted, blasting down another couple of guards. The subtext was heavy, but Kirk's brain had not fully come back online; only the grief of his aching desire registering any feedback.
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