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Title: Everything To Everyone
Author:calicokat
Pairings: Chekov/Kirk/Sulu/Scott/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Consensual gangbang.
Summary: He's skinny and lanky and pretty, so very pretty, he's been told time and time again.
Notes: Prompt bylaminy. Guest sentences by dirty_smudge.*
Star Trek and all related properties © and TM 2009 CBS Studios Inc. and are used without permission.
Everything to Everyone
bycalicokat
Chekov, Pavel Andreievich, didn't sign aboard to the USS Enterprise because of the number of attractive, available men serving as senior officers. But the captain of the Enterprise is James T. Kirk, and with all his philandering, somewhere along the way a club of single senior officers formed in the Captain's quarters on Thursday night, every Thursday night. Pavel can't pinpoint how he ended up here, but he knows the roster:
• James T. Kirk, Commanding officer.
• Hikaru Sulu, Operations manager.
• Montgomery Scott, Chief engineer.
• Leonard McCoy, Chief medical officer.
Right now, the operations manager is sliding slickly in and out of his well-stretched sphincter, rubbing a consoling hand on the small of his back. Pavel whimpers around Scotty's flushed, erect cock, swallowing it three quarters down and gagging a little, but the Scotsman just strokes his blonde curls as his eyes water and he clenches them shut. He can hear Jim murmuring something low and flirtatious to Leonard McCoy, but Pavel's the center of attention andMcCoy's already fucked him, Pavel bouncing in his lap with the CMO's dick hip deep inside him while McCoy cursed and Jim whooped and hollered.
Pavel's covered in sweat and, on his hands and knees, his arms are beginning to buckle from exhaustion and some kind of oxygen deprivation. He suckles harder on Scotty's erection, drowning for air, knowing if he nurses an orgasm out of it the chief engineer will relinquish his pliant throat. Sulu's kneading his butt cheek and telling him to hold on, to keep going – ultimately, to keep pushing against him until he's blown his load.
Scotty cums, his sticky, bleach-bitter seed flooding Pavel's throat. Ooh yah cun'! ya fanny, the engineer slurs, thrusting harder and deeper than Pavel wants as he struggles to swallow his load, his face pressed into the Scott's dark pubic hairs dank with sweat.
When Scotty falls back, Jim's suddenly in his place, picking Pavel up and dragging him into a teeth-and-tongue kiss while Sulu shores up in back of him to keep his thrusts hard and rhythmic.
Pavel lets himself sink liquidly into his captain's arms, pressing himself into the kiss as his lungs burn for air with the taste of Scotty's spent pleasure thick on his soft-palette. Jim caresses his face as he pillages his lips and Hikaru jerks spasmodically against him, thrusting an orgasm into the depths of his hips. Pavel whimpers, again, as the helmsman pulls free, leaving his ass sore, empty, and leaking lube and cum.
"Glad you came?" Jim teases, inches from his lips. Pavel pants to catch the breath he needs to speak.
"…keptin. I haven't come…"
Jim shoves him over backwards and Pavel hits his bed with a cry. The captain's hands are on his hips, dragging him onto his waiting erection. He begins to fuck him, pounding skin that's already been enjoyed to satisfaction, twice.
Pavel closes his eyes with Jim's laughter in his ears, as friendly and intimate as the navigator could ever imagine. He's aware three spent men are watching Kirk fuck him, and his own long cock is hard and pink and weighty against his stomach. He can't come being jostled like this, but he whines and cries out as Jim's thighs slap against his ass with each thrust home.
Pavel is young, and not so long ago he'd been inexperienced, but he can't count himself that, now. He remembers his first, private, romantic kiss with Lieutenant Sulu. He remembers the first time McCoy sat him in his lap and coaxed an orgasm out of him with his head thrown back against the doctor's broad shoulder. He remembers drinking with Scotty and their sloppy, sloshed fumbling. He remembers Jim telling him he's beautiful and kissing and licking his erection until he came in the captain's mouth.
Pavel doesn't regret losing his innocence one piece at a time to each of these men. He doesn't regret bringing them together, tonight, either. He hears Jim choke an orgasm and feels his cock spasm inside him. Their seed's mingled somewhere in his anus, except Scotty's, and that he'll taste whenever he burps for a few hours, yet.
Jim pushes him away, busy catching his breath, and Pavel's cock aches while his sphincter throbs. He's spilled out and utterly debauched on the mattress, narrow chest with its light, blonde hair rapidly rising and falling. A part of him's gratified to be an object of attention, the center of four men's sexual pleasure. It's McCoy, the best recovered, who eases him up into his arms and strokes him until he's quivering and crying out with an orgasm spurting hot against his stomach.
"Glad you came?" Jim teases, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Are you…?" Pavel echoes, impishly, but exhausted.
"Uh-hunh. Every time," Kirk boasts, giving a few empty strokes to his mostly-lax cock.
Pavel shuts his eyes, listening to the men breathing heavily around him. He's aware that any one of them may come onto him in the next seven days, may pull him aside and sneak their hand into his pants and leave him gasping and sobbing for breath or taking on their orgasms with his willing body – or both at once.
He's skinny and lanky and pretty, so very pretty, he's been told time and time again. Pretty legs, pretty mouth, pretty ass, pretty cock…
He feels beautiful, when they're fucking him. He feels well loved and well used. When he's alone, he'll press his fingers into the bruises they've left on him, both trophies and reminders. They leave him abused and satisfied, pushed to the edge of what he's able to handle, but somehow he keeps coming back for more. He didn't exactly set out to be the come receptacle of the USS Enterprise, but dozing off with Jim stroking his hair, Sulu humming some nameless tune, McCoy pressed against his body, asleep on the bed, and Scotty…well, Scotty never stays – Pavel can't remember a better home.
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Title: No Sanctuary
Author:calicokat
Pairing: Bones/Chekov
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pedophilia, intentionally disturbing. If it sounds like a trigger, don't read this.
Summary: Pavel may be seventeen, but he doesn't look it.
Notes: Prompt bydirty_smudge. What if McCoy/Chekov was just that wrong?
Star Trek and all related properties © and TM 2009 CBS Studios Inc. and are used without permission.
No Sanctuary
bycalicokat
Leonard McCoy knows better than what he's doing right now. He knows better than kissing Pavel Andreievich Chekov, feeling his soft and forgiving lips meet and part against his own. Seventeen, Leonard promises himself. Seventeen: not just a pair of innocent blue eyes and a soft-everywhere face that's particularly young and sensitive when his eyebrows lift in the middle Leonard's been haunted by vulnerable young faces since he breached puberty. He's been plagued by thoughts of pale, writhing bodies and the whimpering innocence of the incorrupt since he came into adulthood and never quite moved past childish fantasies of first-time lovers.
Jim fucks him when he needs it. He should call on him, he thinks. He should let Chekov go. But although McCoy's a loving, caring man who gives his all for his patients – who gives his all for Jim Kirk, he can't resist this: Chekov crying out underneath him as he eases his cock into the younger man's hips.
"This really your first time?" he murmurs as he rolls against the ensign's body, Chekov's tightness around him, spasming at unexpected intervals.
"Leonard," Pavel whimpers, and it's answer enough. McCoy watches Pavel's face as he cums, all the youth and innocence written on it a draw he can't deny.
Later, he's ashamed. Isn't Jim enough? Jim's cool and cocky and happy to part his ass cheeks and give it up to a good fuck. Jim's a man's man, with hair on his body: the V on his chest, a happy trail, and a pelt on his legs and arms. Pavel's younger and more blonde, hair in all sorts of places but most of it negligible.
Why does he want it, anyway? McCoy wonders as he turns to the bottle the same way he always has, letting the burn of alcohol rob him morality. Maybe he lost something along the way, before he married and thank god he had a daughter. Maybe those first, missed homosexual experiences ended up equating to something perverse – a physical desire for all the young men he missed along the way.
Pavel's everything he could ask for, old enough to say "Yes" and fresh-faced enough for him to imagine he's plucking a rosebud each time his cock forces past the tension at Pavel's hips.
When the ensign finally whispers "I love you," deep in the embrace of their lovemaking, McCoy chokes on a little vomit and keeps pounding his young partner's tight ass, wishing he could imagine Jim, but it's still Pavel when his orgasm wrecks him.
Pavel's a pretty young thing, his face yet to be creased by the ravages of time, wearing his youth like he's showing it off. McCoy almost doesn't feel bad tasting it for his own perversion.
When Pavel's squirming under him, McCoy imagines the Russian's younger and more helpless. When his hand molests a spurt of semen out of Pavel's skinny cock he promises himself, every time, that it'll be the last.
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Additional Notes:
*"I know what it's like to want someone's attention but not quite be able to handle it... you're left feeling well-fucked and abused and satisfied and unsure whether you want to go back for more but, ultimately, you will. And you walk around and you can feel the bruises and they're like trophies and reminders and it's nice when you press your fingers against them and get a brief memory of the pain. (ooh, you could use that)" --dirty_smudge
Author:
calicokatPairings: Chekov/Kirk/Sulu/Scott/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Consensual gangbang.
Summary: He's skinny and lanky and pretty, so very pretty, he's been told time and time again.
Notes: Prompt by
laminy. Guest sentences by dirty_smudge.* Star Trek and all related properties © and TM 2009 CBS Studios Inc. and are used without permission.
by
calicokatChekov, Pavel Andreievich, didn't sign aboard to the USS Enterprise because of the number of attractive, available men serving as senior officers. But the captain of the Enterprise is James T. Kirk, and with all his philandering, somewhere along the way a club of single senior officers formed in the Captain's quarters on Thursday night, every Thursday night. Pavel can't pinpoint how he ended up here, but he knows the roster:
• James T. Kirk, Commanding officer.
• Hikaru Sulu, Operations manager.
• Montgomery Scott, Chief engineer.
• Leonard McCoy, Chief medical officer.
Right now, the operations manager is sliding slickly in and out of his well-stretched sphincter, rubbing a consoling hand on the small of his back. Pavel whimpers around Scotty's flushed, erect cock, swallowing it three quarters down and gagging a little, but the Scotsman just strokes his blonde curls as his eyes water and he clenches them shut. He can hear Jim murmuring something low and flirtatious to Leonard McCoy, but Pavel's the center of attention andMcCoy's already fucked him, Pavel bouncing in his lap with the CMO's dick hip deep inside him while McCoy cursed and Jim whooped and hollered.
Pavel's covered in sweat and, on his hands and knees, his arms are beginning to buckle from exhaustion and some kind of oxygen deprivation. He suckles harder on Scotty's erection, drowning for air, knowing if he nurses an orgasm out of it the chief engineer will relinquish his pliant throat. Sulu's kneading his butt cheek and telling him to hold on, to keep going – ultimately, to keep pushing against him until he's blown his load.
Scotty cums, his sticky, bleach-bitter seed flooding Pavel's throat. Ooh yah cun'! ya fanny, the engineer slurs, thrusting harder and deeper than Pavel wants as he struggles to swallow his load, his face pressed into the Scott's dark pubic hairs dank with sweat.
When Scotty falls back, Jim's suddenly in his place, picking Pavel up and dragging him into a teeth-and-tongue kiss while Sulu shores up in back of him to keep his thrusts hard and rhythmic.
Pavel lets himself sink liquidly into his captain's arms, pressing himself into the kiss as his lungs burn for air with the taste of Scotty's spent pleasure thick on his soft-palette. Jim caresses his face as he pillages his lips and Hikaru jerks spasmodically against him, thrusting an orgasm into the depths of his hips. Pavel whimpers, again, as the helmsman pulls free, leaving his ass sore, empty, and leaking lube and cum.
"Glad you came?" Jim teases, inches from his lips. Pavel pants to catch the breath he needs to speak.
"…keptin. I haven't come…"
Jim shoves him over backwards and Pavel hits his bed with a cry. The captain's hands are on his hips, dragging him onto his waiting erection. He begins to fuck him, pounding skin that's already been enjoyed to satisfaction, twice.
Pavel closes his eyes with Jim's laughter in his ears, as friendly and intimate as the navigator could ever imagine. He's aware three spent men are watching Kirk fuck him, and his own long cock is hard and pink and weighty against his stomach. He can't come being jostled like this, but he whines and cries out as Jim's thighs slap against his ass with each thrust home.
Pavel is young, and not so long ago he'd been inexperienced, but he can't count himself that, now. He remembers his first, private, romantic kiss with Lieutenant Sulu. He remembers the first time McCoy sat him in his lap and coaxed an orgasm out of him with his head thrown back against the doctor's broad shoulder. He remembers drinking with Scotty and their sloppy, sloshed fumbling. He remembers Jim telling him he's beautiful and kissing and licking his erection until he came in the captain's mouth.
Pavel doesn't regret losing his innocence one piece at a time to each of these men. He doesn't regret bringing them together, tonight, either. He hears Jim choke an orgasm and feels his cock spasm inside him. Their seed's mingled somewhere in his anus, except Scotty's, and that he'll taste whenever he burps for a few hours, yet.
Jim pushes him away, busy catching his breath, and Pavel's cock aches while his sphincter throbs. He's spilled out and utterly debauched on the mattress, narrow chest with its light, blonde hair rapidly rising and falling. A part of him's gratified to be an object of attention, the center of four men's sexual pleasure. It's McCoy, the best recovered, who eases him up into his arms and strokes him until he's quivering and crying out with an orgasm spurting hot against his stomach.
"Glad you came?" Jim teases, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Are you…?" Pavel echoes, impishly, but exhausted.
"Uh-hunh. Every time," Kirk boasts, giving a few empty strokes to his mostly-lax cock.
Pavel shuts his eyes, listening to the men breathing heavily around him. He's aware that any one of them may come onto him in the next seven days, may pull him aside and sneak their hand into his pants and leave him gasping and sobbing for breath or taking on their orgasms with his willing body – or both at once.
He's skinny and lanky and pretty, so very pretty, he's been told time and time again. Pretty legs, pretty mouth, pretty ass, pretty cock…
He feels beautiful, when they're fucking him. He feels well loved and well used. When he's alone, he'll press his fingers into the bruises they've left on him, both trophies and reminders. They leave him abused and satisfied, pushed to the edge of what he's able to handle, but somehow he keeps coming back for more. He didn't exactly set out to be the come receptacle of the USS Enterprise, but dozing off with Jim stroking his hair, Sulu humming some nameless tune, McCoy pressed against his body, asleep on the bed, and Scotty…well, Scotty never stays – Pavel can't remember a better home.
Title: No Sanctuary
Author:
calicokatPairing: Bones/Chekov
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pedophilia, intentionally disturbing. If it sounds like a trigger, don't read this.
Summary: Pavel may be seventeen, but he doesn't look it.
Notes: Prompt by
dirty_smudge. What if McCoy/Chekov was just that wrong?Star Trek and all related properties © and TM 2009 CBS Studios Inc. and are used without permission.
by
calicokatLeonard McCoy knows better than what he's doing right now. He knows better than kissing Pavel Andreievich Chekov, feeling his soft and forgiving lips meet and part against his own. Seventeen, Leonard promises himself. Seventeen: not just a pair of innocent blue eyes and a soft-everywhere face that's particularly young and sensitive when his eyebrows lift in the middle Leonard's been haunted by vulnerable young faces since he breached puberty. He's been plagued by thoughts of pale, writhing bodies and the whimpering innocence of the incorrupt since he came into adulthood and never quite moved past childish fantasies of first-time lovers.
Jim fucks him when he needs it. He should call on him, he thinks. He should let Chekov go. But although McCoy's a loving, caring man who gives his all for his patients – who gives his all for Jim Kirk, he can't resist this: Chekov crying out underneath him as he eases his cock into the younger man's hips.
"This really your first time?" he murmurs as he rolls against the ensign's body, Chekov's tightness around him, spasming at unexpected intervals.
"Leonard," Pavel whimpers, and it's answer enough. McCoy watches Pavel's face as he cums, all the youth and innocence written on it a draw he can't deny.
Later, he's ashamed. Isn't Jim enough? Jim's cool and cocky and happy to part his ass cheeks and give it up to a good fuck. Jim's a man's man, with hair on his body: the V on his chest, a happy trail, and a pelt on his legs and arms. Pavel's younger and more blonde, hair in all sorts of places but most of it negligible.
Why does he want it, anyway? McCoy wonders as he turns to the bottle the same way he always has, letting the burn of alcohol rob him morality. Maybe he lost something along the way, before he married and thank god he had a daughter. Maybe those first, missed homosexual experiences ended up equating to something perverse – a physical desire for all the young men he missed along the way.
Pavel's everything he could ask for, old enough to say "Yes" and fresh-faced enough for him to imagine he's plucking a rosebud each time his cock forces past the tension at Pavel's hips.
When the ensign finally whispers "I love you," deep in the embrace of their lovemaking, McCoy chokes on a little vomit and keeps pounding his young partner's tight ass, wishing he could imagine Jim, but it's still Pavel when his orgasm wrecks him.
Pavel's a pretty young thing, his face yet to be creased by the ravages of time, wearing his youth like he's showing it off. McCoy almost doesn't feel bad tasting it for his own perversion.
When Pavel's squirming under him, McCoy imagines the Russian's younger and more helpless. When his hand molests a spurt of semen out of Pavel's skinny cock he promises himself, every time, that it'll be the last.
Additional Notes:
*"I know what it's like to want someone's attention but not quite be able to handle it... you're left feeling well-fucked and abused and satisfied and unsure whether you want to go back for more but, ultimately, you will. And you walk around and you can feel the bruises and they're like trophies and reminders and it's nice when you press your fingers against them and get a brief memory of the pain. (ooh, you could use that)" --
dirty_smudge
