[NCC-1701 DEN OF SIN] -- [Special Rules, Open All, OOC Character Moment!]

[kirktastic]

Rules: - simple and easy.

1) Unless you obviously already have an agreement or something going with another character, please ask before you post under their thread wanting to have sexy times. THIS INCLUDES PEOPLE FROM OUTSIDE THE RP AS WELL! If you aren't part of our group but want to have some fun sexy times with a character... well, shoot them a PM! Within the group, please do the same as a courtesy.
2) Don't be discouraged, upset, or anything similar if someone doesn't want to sex up with your character. Just reply to their PM with a 'no thanks' if you really don't want to for whatever reason. They could be too overwhelmed with other threads, or wanting to concentrate on one, or just don't have time to take more than one thread. Don't take it personally, please.
3) Post down below with your name AND your location in the subject of the thread if you want to be somewhere specific (like Jim will be specifically on the bridge) and change it for anyone who comes by. That way, its the absolute easiest way to find someone, track someone, gloss over someone, whatever.
4) If you're going to be doing something that COULD squick someone, please mark it with a warning in the subject of the comment. Just a courtesy thing!
5) Talk to someone before sliding into a multi-person scene. Don't just interrupt without making sure you're wanted.

Comments

Re: Oh Hell No.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"What are you doing here?" Jim asked quietly, trying to shove down the fear that came from Ayel's grasp. This was the man who he had killed. He tried to pull his wrist free, wondering where the hell suddenly everyone was.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

"Does it matter?" He held on tight. He was not getting shot ever again, not by anyone by the name of Kirk.

Ayel glanced down, took in the sight of him. He was dressed pretty sharp.

"Looking for someone else?"

Re: Oh Hell No.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't matter now. Just need to deal with you." His feet shifted, ready to attack. He could claim it as self-defense.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

Ayel felt the change, the drop in Kirk's weight, and snapped a hand down on the opposite wrist--caught both of James' hands and pushed forward, nudging to unbalance him.

"How did you plan to do that?"

Re: Oh Hell No.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk's balance was thrown off, and he felt himself jerking to the side. Fuck no. FUCK no. He twisted his hips and brought up a knee.

Right.

There.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

All the blood in his body flooded straight down.

The pain was close behind it. He crumpled against Kirk, retching around a snarl, wanting nothing more than to curl into a little ball on the floor.

Not possible, entangled like this.

Don't let go don't.

He leaned his full weight on James instead. Served him right.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

It was hard to breathe under Ayel's weight. He tried to shove Ayel off but couldn't find the right balance to do it. He tried to twist inside, hips arching off the surface beneath him.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

Hipbones caught painfully against his. Ayel hissed sharply and pushed back.

Where the hell was it, a side holster, if angled his elbow, he could--

Ayel froze.

That was not Kirk's gun.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk twisted his body so that he could roll them, trying to grasp for Ayel's wrists. He had to get control of this fight, had to--

His hands slid up to Ayel's, linking their fingers together instead of what he had intended.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

On his back, no, no; had to try and--

Ayel gasped at the feeling of fingers through his, pushing down, threaded tightly together...

Kirk couldn't have done it on purpose. Ayel clutched hard, trying in vain to ignore the liquid rush of heat down his spine, and pushed upward hard. Shoved to try and roll James over.

Didn't let go of his hand.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Something seemed to swim through his head like a heady shot of liquor, making the world sway on its hinges. He tried to keep his bit of superior stance, but his body bucked under Ayel's greater strength. He pressed downwards with his hips instinctively.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

Ayel forced himself to hold still, not to move against swift strong pressure, to go slack under the contact. His hand was starting to tremble where their fingers joined, where they touched--confusion and hungry reaction looped back to him, flooded down his backbone in a hot rush, pinched closer by Kirk's hip.

The floor of his spine ached with the urge to move.

He lashed out with his free arm instead--shoved upward with bone-jarring force, snared dark uniform seams in his grasp and pulled down hard. Stunned his prey and held fast, arms and legs wrapping tight.

Mine.

He just managed not to growl.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

There was movement.

It flared up like a tsunami, all wild cat and inhuman force. Kirk vaguely heard the tearing of cloth as he tried to pull free from it, one hand squeezing and getting crushed in return.

All around him, clutching at him in desperate strength that could shatter bone. Kirk twisted, snarling, body flaring as it tried to free itself without success.

His eyes opened and glared down into black, electricity in his own.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

Kirk turned, twisted and thrashed against him to no real avail, and Ayel hummed a little in the back of his throat. Thread gave, somewhere, a distant unimportant tearing sound.

Oh. Ayel remembered that face.

He'd always wondered what it tasted like.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

This was the Romulan that had gotten under his skin in every sense. The tattoos that were gone now, along with stealing his very memories and the essence of Bones his name-soul. Once again, as they had been on the ship under different circumstances, they were on top of one another, bodies together.

Then Ayel (no, Ael, Ael) was kissing him. There was nothing gentle in it, too much anger and hatred between them. Kirk's reaction was part instinct, part anger as well. He bit down on the other's lower lip, enough to taste .

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

Teeth clashed, caught his lip--Kirk followed him, bit close, his cool slick flesh filmed with copper. Ayel shoved against him with a growl, not thinking--hardly feeling Ael, who wasn't there, who was too gentle to live, who would never have attacked--James. He was all anger and triumph and like something real. What was it, what was it, humans had two names and what had Bones called...

He would find it. There was time. Ayel clung, ground their faces together, and licked in to steal his breath.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

The taste of copper filled his mouth. Kirk snarled at it, tried to spit it out, unable. Whether it was his blood - thin-fleshed lips scraping teeth on the inside as Ayel attacked him - or Ayel's he couldn't tell. He shoved back, trying to separate them.

The skin against his was burning hot, even through the thin material of his uniform. He could remember the same feeling around his throat just before he had killed Ayel. While Nero had held him down for hours on end.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

Had to breathe. Couldn't just inhale him. And James bucked against him, jostled down, trying to get loose. Ayel dragged teeth along Kirk's cheek and broke the kiss his grip, panting.

Couldn't let him think it was his doing. Couldn't appear weak.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Pain, light but there, flared on his cheek. He glared down at Ayel, all swooping brows and no-longer-alien markings and anger. He showed his teeth. "How did you get out?! Not going to let you hurt my crew...!" Just need to get to my phaser...!

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

"Fate." The word stole out between gritted teeth, twisted Ayel's face. Had to keep a grip on Kirk, even as he tried to jerk loose, pulled across. "Really? They seemed--" Kirk's wrist turned under his and he yanked it down, coiled his free arm over it. Pinched his elbow in tight against James' side, tilted his hip. "--glad to help us, dirtside. Your crew."

Re: Oh Hell No.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

The pang of anger-guilt-rage-sadness-fear that slammed through Kirk at Ayel's words made the world spin as much as Ayel's sudden movement did. He let out a gasp of pain, wrist screaming out in pain, trying to figure out their positions in the world again. "They wouldn't forfeit their lives!" He reached up with his only available means of fighting - all teeth - and managed to get his teeth to sink into soft skin at the pale neck.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

Blunt human teeth dug tracks, scraped an angry green crescent downward and nearly broke skin. Ayel let out a snarl and snapped his head to the side. He heard jaws click shut as he tore his outer hand free didn't belong to James, shouldn't have let him; Ayel knew he wasn't thinking clearly.

Clenched his fingers in short hair and yanked backward.

"Worry about your own."

Re: Oh Hell No.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk's breath shuddered and died in his throat. He could feel cold metal pressing the length of his spine, burning alien heat from above, and worst of all the feeling of terror that came from having his neck exposed. The delicate flesh sat still light-pink scar bright from where the tattoos had been.

The sudden, sure feeling he was about to die. Terrifying and calming. Enough that he could close his eyes and gasp out, Ael!! Not even fully a word, more a breathed sound. The name Nero had given him, he had felt in his mind as clearly as Ayel had Bones.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

He responded, leaned into the sound of his name before he knew what he was doing, knees touching floor on either side of hips tense and narrow under his.

That was him, his name curling up from cool lips that Bones knew the taste of. James pronounced it exactly as his captain did, smooth wet vowels gliding upward from low in his throat.

Ael.

Bones would have fallen on him with a soft moan, pressed husky kisses along fresh pink scars.

Ayel hooked blunt nails into them instead, clutched tight enough to get a gasp as he bit at Kirk's chin, jawbone, lips. Leaving marks. Hunting the taste of iron.

Looking for what Bones knew.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Found the taste of iron. For all of his strength, sureness, and stride, James Kirk was only human. His skin would break under a predator's sharp teeth, no much how the predator he himself was. He pressed upwards, trying to force Ayel off of him. It hurt. There was no pleasure in this, just claws biting into his still sensitive scars and teeth scraping.

Anger-fear pulsed against Ayel's skin as it passed outwards Kirk. Kirk thought hard, thought fast. He twisted a hand up and skated fingertips over ribs until he came to the soft-smooth flesh under Ayel's armpit, followed the curve to the bicep.

He grabbed flesh between thumb and forefinger and twisted as hard as he could.