jimtomcatkirk:
icangiveyoupower:
It takes a few seconds longer for the younger man to get his breath back, but when it returns he is anything but compliant. The very idea of returning to the Transporter room makes him visibly shake as he meets the other captain’s gaze, mind already brimming with ideas of what he would do if their positions were reversed. His back arches from the floor as far as it humanly can, his lips a hair’s breadth away as he snarls in his face, his upper lip curling horribly. “Go to hell.”
“I don’t think so.” Jim said, seeing the anger coursing through the other man’s veins, making his eyes nearly burn with the intensity. He could push it with more remarks but he decided to not go there, he might have a power akin to a Vulcan Sehlat on his hands if he kept pushing his counterpart like that. As he stood, he made sure his hands were curled into the fabric of Kirk’s shirt to haul him up as well. He only needed to get out of this room to have security there and help him escort this man to either the Brig or the Transporter room. “I have no desire being there or even seeing it.” He had a feeling the world this Kirk came from might already be close to it.
He grunts as he’s lifted, still trying to squirm away from the other man but he’s held tight. He’s still battered, bruised and bloodied from his previous fight and getting knocked around by this man hasn’t exactly helped. The pain in his back is slowly ebbing away, though his jaw throbs. He can say goodbye to looking pretty for a few weeks, these idiots are hardly going to treat his injuries. Jim scoffs loudly and jerks back, making it known that the fight hasn’t left him yet. His mind flits to the knife strapped securely to his right thigh, still steeped in the blood of its last victim. He smiles almost sweetly. Catch him off guard will he? He’ll get what’s coming to him. “You said it yourself; you fit in so easily with our people when you crossed over. If you spent a little more time there you’d grow to love it even more.”
(via jimtomcatkirk-deactivated201302)
plainoldbones:
icangiveyoupower:
plainoldbones started following you
-Purrs- Hello there, good doctor.
-Glances at his tricorder- Your blood pressure seems to be flying high…feeling alright Jim?
-Blinks innocently at him- I feel fine. You seem different though…kinder somehow.
best-yeoman said: Reasons that don’t concern you. *She tries to pull away but he holds tighter* Now let *yank* me *yank* go! *yank*
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I think they do concern me, otherwise I wouldn’t have been involved. -His cold eyes narrow and he pulls her closer, keeping her in place- Give me one reason why I should.
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plainoldbones started following you
-Purrs- Hello there, good doctor.
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Hello James. *she gives him a cool stare before giving him a quick hard kiss. she then wipes her mouth and turns to walk away*
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-Without a moment’s hesitation, he sinks his nails into her arm and drags her back, looming over her threateningly- And that was for..?
*growls at the other man for a moment before grabbing at the short cut hair, pulling him into a rough, unforgiving kiss, it was all teeth and no love before he pulled back, shoving the other Kirk back*
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-The hand tugging his hair hurts, along with the savage teeth and confident tongue full on attacking his mouth. He likes it. Even the way he thrusts him away when he’s done. He’s shocked but there’s a smirk on his face-
jimtomcatkirk:
He may be shorter, much shorter but he does know how to fight and use his weight. Pinning the struggling younger man beneath him he locks eyes with the feral Captain who nearly seems to have a hissy fit. “Now that I have your attention, shall I escort you to the Transporter room?” In other words, he was fairly certain he was able to escort the counterpart off without problems.
It takes a few seconds longer for the younger man to get his breath back, but when it returns he is anything but compliant. The very idea of returning to the Transporter room makes him visibly shake as he meets the other captain’s gaze, mind already brimming with ideas of what he would do if their positions were reversed. His back arches from the floor as far as it humanly can, his lips a hair’s breadth away as he snarls in his face, his upper lip curling horribly. “Go to hell.”
(via jimtomcatkirk-deactivated201302)
