Jun 7, 2014
Hold on guys I need a moment. Food and feels often go hand in hand. I am dYING of (hunger) fEELS.
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Hold on guys I need a moment. Food and feels often go hand in hand. I am dYING of (hunger) fEELS.
I had to get close to you somehow. [please don't kill me with feels ;A;]
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“J-ja…”
His lips were half-parted, Jim’s name about to be born from his bow-shaped lips. He couldn’t speak of it though, couldn’t even begin to utter the first syllable of such a cherished name. That name was dead.
Or was it ever even alive to begin with?
His lungs screamed at him — Khan hadn’t realized that he had held his breath in lieu of the silence that permeated the air between them. How could he breathe, though? How could he draw breath when the one good thing in his life had been a lie, like everything else had been? So many times his world had been shattered beneath the hands of his enemies. So many times he had rebuilt his existence upon straining, precarious wooden stilts, only to watch as everything he loved burned before his very eyes. But he was strong — he had to be. What else could he do, save for end it all with the slice of a well-placed knife?
So he rebuilt it again. Rebuilt his life around Jim.
He took a shuddering breath.
And now flames were licking at the foundations.
“You are lying,” the words escaped breathlessly from his lips. Khan wanted to reach out and touch him — was the blonde even real anymore? Was anything real? It was all a lie, it had to be. A cruel, sick, sick joke. “Please, please tell me you are… are lying.” His blue-green orbs then were more blue than green; they were like stained glass, cracking beneath the weight of sorrow and disbelief. Moisture rimmed his eyes.
The flames were blackening everything into charcoal and dust.
“Then what has been shared between us, if not… love?” The word was choked out between bow-shaped lips, almost got caught in his throat. It burned his tongue when it leaped from his mouth, heating the air. It… it hurt. Augments don’t hurt.
I’m breaking.
“Every embrace, every kiss…” He pursed his lips, swallowed thickly. “Was it all for naught?” Something shiny, like a watery diamond, ramped down his cheekbone, leaving behind a glistening trail. “D-do not… don’t this to me, please.”
And then that was that.
Khan’s eyes hardened; his mouth snapped shut, jaw clenching, and he sucked in a painful breath that felt as if knives were sticking him in the lungs. Inside, he ached, he longed for the warm touch of his captain, but that was no longer an option. It was never real; it was all an illusion, a lie… for what? For Starfleet to destroy his life all over again? Yes, yes it’s always them. Always lies, always destroying lives to get what they wanted.
“I don’t need you.”
Flames, flames licking at his body, his world, burning, burning.
“Your betrayal means nothing to me.”
It was all crumbling around him, throwing ash and smoke into the air, only to be caught by a hot gust of wind.
“I hate you.”
His world was a husk, burned into nothingness beneath the flames of deceit.
Far away This ship is taking me far away Far away from the memories Of the people who care if I live or die Starlight I will be chasing the starlight Until the end of my life I don't know if it's worth it anymore Hold you in my arms I just wanted to hold You in my arms
I want the K.
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He chose his moment carefully. He headed up just at the end of Jim's shift, waiting and hoping that he's walk down the corridor rather than head straight into the turbolift to go to his quarters. He had obviously invested his hope in the right place, as when the door to the bridge open, Jim strode out, and in one seemingly practised movement, he pushed Jim back into his ready room. He already had his lips on his by the time the door was closing, and he didn't bother to lock it, instead pushing Jim back against his desk, tongue dipping into his mouth, fingers gripping his hair.
Mighty Need
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7- Shower Sex
When Bones slipped into Jim's shower, it was done after a lot of careful planning. He made sure there was lube just an arm's length away, and he stripped carefully and quietly so that Jim wouldn't hear. He quickly ducked in behind him, and wound an arm around Jim's waist.
"Hey," He murmured, lips close to his ear before he dropped them to Jim's chin.
"I’m cold."
"Here," Leonard shrugged out of his jacket, holding it out to him. "Have that, might keep you warm."
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[wow ouch take my heart and break it why dont you D: ksDHFJSHFGAJH]
// That's my my job! XD
Before I do anything I just want to say...
Khan is the most freaking awkward person ever when it comes to displaying his affection for someone. (i.e., KIRK.) He's so unused to being that close to someone; he knows exactly what he wants to do, what he wants, but when he sees the person (Yes you, Kirk), his mind just goes kaput.
Despite his (not-so-deceptively-calm) exterior, he's always afraid on the inside of doing something that would set the captain off, or cross a line, or, god forbid, hurt him.
That's why, despite his attraction to the person (HELLO KIRK), he is sooo freaking slow when it comes to that.
Also, because he's secretly a big fucking baby. Stop being a baby, you baby.