Title: untitled

Author: tprillahfiction

Fandom: Star Trek TOS MU

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 404

Pairing: MU McCoy/MU Spock

Summary: Rape from the POV of the rapist

Warnings: Rape

“Dammit, Spock,” I said, pushing the butt of the phaser against his skull, just in case the bastard had forgotten what he was here for, as he was dilly dallying too much for my liking. “Begin.”

He studied me for a moment with those dark, inscrutable eyes, then flicked a mild glance at my weapon. “Certainly,” he said. I kept it trained at his head.

From his kneeling position, he undid my golden sash, pulling it from around my waist, then dropping it to the ground. With equally nimble fingers he unfastened my trousers, gently sliding them to my knees. Then my underwear followed, lowering to my thighs.

I felt a warm hand circle my hard, throbbing dick then begin stroking it. The sensations felt so good...so goddamned good... that I almost made the mistake of closing my eyes, tilting my head back, but that...oh...that would have been a deadly, deadly error. All it would take was one slight show of weakness and he’d overpower me and that would be it.

Actually, I always wondered why he didn’t just grab the phaser out of my hand, he certainly was close enough to it, his physical strength was immense, surely, but maybe he knew that I was trigger happy and he’d be obliterated in the most painful fashion, if he ever made one teeny tiny little movement towards trying to escape. No, he got away, when I let him go. When he finished pleasuring me, that’s when he got to leave my quarters. Never before.

And suddenly his mouth was around my cock, blowing me, his green tongue running over my glans. I slid into that hot channel, his orifice taking me in deep. Now, that was more like it. My free hand moved to the scruff of his neck. I shoved my cock in deeper, forced it in, slid it out again, then in, cheerfully fucking his mouth. I loved fucking his mouth so goddamned much. He didn’t seem to mind, never said anything to the contrary, however, he never said he liked it either.

He never choked, coughed or sputtered, never complained nor cried out, but of course he was a vulcan and could take my abuse. Could take the nightly task of deep throating me, obeying my many demands.

That’s why I chose him.

fin