Dominate for doctordeviant
It was ship’s night, the lights were dimmed, and it was quiet. The doctor’s quarters weren’t far from mine, barely ten steps, but he wasn’t sleeping there tonight. He was in Sickbay. He’d been there for the past three nights avoiding the captain, avoiding me, avoiding everything but his job. It was one of the few behaviors that we had in common. We would throw ourselves into our work before we hid away like a wounded animal. Of course he was pretending that it was his dedication to the sick and injured, but I knew better.
McCoy was cradling his head when I slipped silently into his office. He didn’t look up until he heard the door seal behind me. His eyes widened, and he scooted his chair back half a meter as I approached. “You should not leave your door unattended this late at night, doctor. You never know who might drop by to stick a knife in your back.”
“Is that why you’re here?” He asked. He looked like a trapped animal, and I had no intention of making him feel like anything else. There was a twitch in his cheek along the edge of the scar that I had marked him with, and if I was a creature that smiled, I would have.
“You of all people should know that I would never strike from behind—with my knife.” I stalked toward him, placing myself between the corner he had put himself into behind the desk and the door. Then I leaned over his chair, placing one hand on his right wrist while I took his own weapon away from him with my free hand. I ran my thumb over the edge of the blade, letting a thin bead of my green blood spread over the shining metal before I tossed it out of his reach. “But as you can see, I am unarmed.”
McCoy tried to free his wrist from my grip, but I did not allow it. I pressed in closer, taking hold of the other arm when he raised it to strike me and yanked him out of the chair. I forced him against the wall, arms over his head with my body pressed tightly against his. I let go of his left arm and winced when his nails scraped down the side of my face. I increased the pressure on his right wrist, letting him feel his bones rub together and when he opened his mouth to gasp in pain, I placed my fingers lightly along the side of his face. My thumb traced the edge of my scar, leaving a smear of my blood on his face, and I locked my eyes with his. “Your mind to my mind.”
