chibinecco

Need art help

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 19:22:49 GMT

I'm working on an art project and I need some pointers. If you had a son and were dreaming up all the possible things he could become as an adult, what three things would you be sure to think of? Or even just one thing?

nail biting

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 23:27:30 GMT

My fingers are a world of ow... I have a rather severe nail biting problem that just keeps getting worse. I find my Monday film class especially, I just can't stop CHEWING. Anyone got a good way to stop nail biting?

First person to say nail polish gets a smack in the head. A) because men don't do nail polish and B) because i tried that, and the shiny of the nail polish made me bite MORE. Hot-sauce has the same effect. I found wearing gloves all the time worked vaguely well in high school but i got a lot of weird looks. also, you really can't write with gloves on... Anyway... anyone got ideas?

well... huh...

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 03:02:35 GMT

Math makes me write... what do you know... Still not quite to a proper point where i can post the next chapter of Chipmunk! (really need to figure out a non-spoilery name for this fic) but I have 1500 so far and want to keep writing. If updates end up being monthly because that's how often I have math tests I will be most puzzled... I knew i liked math but did not know i liked math that much... Either way hopefully will have a post tonight and will get some drawing done. Chris needs color; he looks like a crack head without color.

[fic] Professor

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 23:50:52 GMT

Title: Professor
Characters: Jim/Bones
Genre: humor, fluff, crack
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jim drags McCoy off to a classroom to satisfy a fantasy, but complications arise.
Warnings: smut, crack, some minor oocness for comedic effect.
Author's Notes: I am struck with the realization of why I prefer to write Kirk/Spock and not much else... Jim/Bones, they steal my story and start to bicker incessantly at each other... This was supposed to be porny it ended up just being silly. *sigh*
Unbeta'd as usual

"I don't know how you keep talking me into these things..." Bones grumbled, glancing back and forth in the empty hallway.

"Come on. This one's clear." Jim said, punching in the override code he'd screwed out of a security guard the second day of classes two years ago. They really should update those more often. Bones had no reason to be this nervous about role playing in an empty classroom. Lunch had just started. It would be a solid hour before any classes started up and that was assuming the professor got there on time.

"Why can't we just do this in our room? We live in the same room. There's nothing to worry about. No one would think it odd seeing us together in our room because it's our room!" Bones hissed, following Jim into the empty classroom.

"Quit whining. We'll be done and gone long before anyone gets back. Or are you trying to get a detention, Cadet?"

Bones resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He always felt silly whenever they were satisfying Jim's more vanilla kinks. "No, Professor. I promise, I'll be good," Bones said breathlessly, sliding into a desk at the front row.

"Bones." Jim sighed, exasperated. "Can't you take this seriously?"

"No. This is ridiculous, and we're going to get caught."

"We won't get caught. We have plenty of time. I promise I'll let you do anything you want to me when we get back. I'll even wear that nurse costume."

"You like wearing that nurse costume."

"So?"

"Alright fine. I'll think of something later. Let's just get this over with."

Jim grinned. Bones always protested at first but he warmed up to things quickly. "Cadet, did you finish last night's homework assignment?"

"No, Professor."

Jim paused. "And why not?"

"Because I thought you might let me do a little something different instead." Bones said, leering at Jim.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, just some extra credit."

"I'll see you after class."

"I'd prefer to give it to you now."

Jim shivered. His exhibitionist side loved this. "Alright. Come to the front of the class."

Bones stood, striding up into Jim's space where he was leaning against the desk.

"What is it you intended to give me?"

"This, Professor," Bones said into Jim's ear. They were close enough now that Jim could feel the heat of Bones' body through their uniforms as Bones slid to the floor in front of him. They didn't touch. Bones leaned back, his knees spread open for Jim to see his erection through the red fabric as he arched his neck and reached for Jim's hips. He stopped before undoing Jim's pants, hands resting almost weightlessly against Jim's pelvis. "Is this an acceptable alternative credit?"

Jim's knuckles creaked where he was gripping the desk. "I don't know, Cadet. You have a lot of missed work to make up for."

"I know," Bones said, opening Jim's pants and sliding them down. Jim's cock sprang free, hips fidgeting to resist the urge to thrust against Bones' cheek.

"I'll leave it up to the class to decide."

Bones head whipped around, forgetting and remembering they were at the front of an empty classroom. He turned back and nipped at the head of Jim's cock. Kissing and licking until drool dribbled down the length diverting along a vein as Jim moaned.

"Fuck, Bone-, Cadet, Take it in your mouth. Yes, now-" Jim cut himself off, biting his lip as Bones beat him to his own direction, cupping and rolling his balls.

Bones hummed, bobbing and stroking Jim's cock with his lips and tongue. The steady throb between his own legs starting to grow distracting from his task. He reached down and adjusted himself only to nearly choke on Jim's dick when the other man pressed his shin against him.

"Like that?" Jim smirked. "Want your professor's cock so bad? Taste so good you'd hump my leg?"

Bones groaned, nodding as much as he could around the thick heat in his mouth.

"Well too bad." Jim pulled his leg away, panting at the sight of Bones anxiously bucking and whimpering at his feet. "Only good cadets who- do their homework get to- cum," Jim grunted, hips rocking in and out of Bones mouth as he felt his balls begin to tighten.

Bones snorted, reaching between his thighs to rub frantically.

"Oh no you don't." Jim snarled, pushing Bones to the floor. He bent down, grabbing the front of his uniform. "I think someone needs a little punishment. Needs to learn to respect authority."

Bones snorted at the irony in that statement, letting Jim manhandle him over the desk. "Fuck, J- Professor. Please- Fuck, what was that?"

Jim froze, digging around his erection for the lube in his pocket. They looked together at the door. They couldn't see through the blind pulled down over the window, but there were muffled voices in the hall. "Fuck, what? Jim, I told you we'd be caught." Bones rasped, tugging at his clothes, frantically looking around the room for a way to explain their presence.

Jim frowned, grabbing Bones by the elbow and yanking him into the office in the back of the classroom. "We aren't going to get caught. Fuck, whose classroom is this?"

"How should I know?" Bones hissed, pulling his arm back from Jim so he could shut the door behind them. "Whoever it is decided to set up class half an hour early."

"Shut up, it might not even be a teacher." Jim said, peeking carefully under the rolling blind covering the small window. "Shit, of all the classes. It's Uhura and that Vulcan."

"Who and who?"

"The Xenolinguistics major I told you about? And that Vulcan. What's-his-name. He's Pike's first officer."

"Spock?! We're dead. We're hiding in Spock's office. We're going to be expelled."

"What? You can't be expelled for trespassing."

"In case you forgot, we weren't just 'trespassing.'"

"They don't have proof of that. Now, shut up, Uhura's leaving."

They crouched silently around their small gap to the outside world, watching Spock flip through the notes on his PADD.

Jim snorted. "Like he even needs those, I bet he's got the whole damn semester's worth of lessons memorized."

"Shh! Is he sniffing?"

They watched as Spock tilted his head back and looked back and forth across the room.

"Do vulcans have a good sense of smell?"

"They didn't mention it in my med classes. Not that they would. Damn green-blooded bastards refuse to tell us, their doctors, anything about them so we might, I don't know, save their lives?!"

"Shh."

They watched silently. Time creeping along at an aching crawl as Spock went to the board to write up the class' notes.

"Shit, we can't even watch the class from here. This is going to be boring."

"Just be glad he's too OCD to leave any of his supplies in his office." Bones griped, standing and stretching his back.

Jim hummed distractedly, craning his neck to get a look at what Spock was doing. "There, see? He's sniffing again."

Bones sighed, leaning forward. "Where? I can't see around your fat head."

Jim pushed back to give Bones a better view, stifling a laugh as the other man groaned, rocking his hips into his ass. "You're kidding. You're still hard?"

"And you're not?" Bones grumbled, backing away from the door to stand behind the desk.

Jim turned to look at him. "Of course I am. I'm just surprised you are too."

"Not like it does me any good. We're stuck here until his class ends."

Jim turned back to glance through their small gap. "Jeez, his students are just as anal. He's already got one showing up for class. Wait, is that Uhura? I thought she just left... oh this is good. Bones, get over here; take a look at this."

"No, I'm not falling for that."

"Suit yourself, but they're doing exactly what we were just doing."

"What?"

Jim stepped back to let Bones look.

"No they're not. They're holding hands. That doesn't mean anything."

"It does with a vulcan. Their hands are an erogenous zone. They're making out in the middle of the classroom."

"You would know that."

"Shut up, and budge over. This is great."

"You watch. I'm going to sit over there and work on praying us a way out of here." Bones said, flopping into the chair behind the desk. He sat grumpily, watching Jim's ass wiggle excitedly back and forth as he watched the two in the other room.

"Damn, why'd they stop? Oh, there's a student. Ho-shit Uhura's sitting down in the front of the class. She really is his student. Kinky bastard."

"Like you can talk. You were just enacting that very same fantasy, and now you're watching them like some voyeuristic pervert."

"Just because I am one doesn't mean I can't call it on someone else." Jim turned, sticking his tongue out at Bones.

Bones just rolled his eyes, wishing he had something to do to pass the time. About thirty minutes later - according to his watch - he was considering mentally going over the names of the bones in the vertebral octopus species of Thargon IV - just to give him something to do - when he noticed Jim wasn't watching Spock's class anymore. "What?"

"Just thinking."

"I'm not going to like what you're going to say next, am I?"

"Since we're stuck here anyway, let's continue where we left off?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"We're trapped in the office of the most anal-retentive teacher on the staff, waiting for his hour long language lab to finish while you're asking me to suck you off and you're confused when I say 'no?'"

"I'm hard; you're here, there's a desk."

"Not winning me over."

"Fine, I'll just jerk off."

"What?!" Bones yelped. They both froze, listening for any sign that the class outside had heard. "Fuck, Jim, you can't jerk off here. He'll catch us."

"No, he won't. You yourself just said he's too OCD to leave anything he needs in his office. He'll go immediately from this class to whatever research Starfleet has him doing this semester."

"You can't be sure of that. Wait Jim- what if he does his research here. Jim, fuck." Bones groaned, trying unsuccessfully to push Jim's hands away from his pants. "What if he smells it?"

"We'll be long gone. He'll have no proof."

"You said that before, oh... Jim."

Jim looked up, sucking almost idly on the head of Bones' cock. "Hmm?" He popped off. "Do you still want me to stop?"

"Fuck you."

"If you'd like."

"Dammit, Jim. I'm a doctor not-"

"You're not a doctor yet."

Bones hit him over the head.

"Ow."

"I am so a doctor. Now shut up and suck me."

Jim grinned, leaning back down and taking Bones into his mouth. He sucked hard, relishing the strangled noises Bones was trying to conceal. Pulling Bones' hips closer to the edge of the chair, Jim licked and bobbed. He pulled off, stroking Bones while he mouthed his way towards the man's balls. There was a vein part way down his length that never failed to make Bones scream when they were alone in their room. Jim found it and sucked.

Bone bucked and writhed, shoving his own fist into his mouth to keep from outright howling. He pushed Jim away from him. "Fuck me, please."

"Thank God." Jim sighed, standing and shoving at his pants while Bones rushed to get his own down. Jim slicked his fingers and pressed two into Bones turning them excitedly as he got Bones ready.

"Shit, Jim. Slow down... and don't forget the condom."

"The what? Fuck. Bones we never use condoms anymore."

"Please tell me you have one."

"No. Shit. Why do we need one?" Jim whined.

"I'm not walking back to our dorms with a leaky anus."

"Oh, gross, Bones."

"You see why I want you to use a condom?"

"Alright, fine. Do you have one?"

"Why would I have one? You said you had everything."

"I didn't know we needed a condom."

"You should always have a condom on you."

"You don't have one either."

Bones glared at Jim.

"Can't you just... I don't know... ignore it?"

"No."

"Shit." Jim looked down at their respective erections. They looked lonely.

The door opened making them both jump to cover themselves as they ducked under the desk.

"For the first time in the history of my career," Spock said to the room in general. "I have had to release a class early. When you are quite finished, please leave and don't break anything." He rapped his knuckles on the desktop, and both men underneath flinched. "We shall never mention this again."

Spock turned and strode out of the room. The door shut behind him with a soft click.

"Fuck that was terrifying," Jim gasped, grabbing Bones by the front of his uniform and yanking him into a rough kiss. They rubbed uncomfortably against each other in the small confine underneath the desk until Bones pulled away.

"What's he talking about early? His class ended two minutes ago," Bones said, glancing at his watch.

"Yeah and we've been making out for three."

"You mean he..."

"Yup."

They both laughed, crawling out from under the desk and standing up. Bones frowned when he saw Jim's growing grin. "What are you so happy about?"

"Look." Jim pointed at the desk. There was a single square package sitting in the middle of the synthetic wood. The telltale ring of the contents making it painfully obvious what was inside, even without the obnoxiously large lettering across the front saying 'CONDOM.'

"I don't believe it."

"Believe it, Cadet. I think someone was in need of punishment?"

"Professor." Bones groaned, trying desperately not to laugh as Jim snatched up the condom and manhandled him across the desk.

*~*~*~*~*

Spock sat silently in his classroom listening to the two overzealous young men usurping access to his office. He had work out for grading, but he couldn't in good faith say that was what he was doing.

He winced at a particularly loud thump. Loud enough he suspected even human ears would have heard it, and he was glad he let his class out early. When he'd first entered he'd suspected something amiss, but because he could not pinpoint why he felt something had happened he had ignored the feeling. Now that his ears were attuned to them, Spock could hear every sound they made. If he closed his eyes he could strain his nose to smell them too.

Spock ignored the distracting heat in his gut and marked another question he was grading. This must be what humans talked about when they referred to sex. All the activities he had done with Uhura had not been nearly so - There was a loud gasp from the other room, and the smell got suddenly more potent. - enticing. He would have to discuss this with her.

A cautious head poked out of his office. Spock put down his work and turned to face it.

"Were the facilities satisfactory?"

The head disappeared to be quickly replaced by another with a significantly larger grin. "Yes, thank you. You should try them yourself some time with Uhura."

"Jim!" The other hissed. The second head, Jim, was yanked back into the office, and there was a short scuffle.

The first head popped out again. "Right, uh. Thank you for your time. We did not mean to intrude. We'll just be going now."

The first head - Spock could now guess from the names he'd heard earlier this was 'Bones.' - proceeded past him and out of the classroom with Jim hopping along beside him, ear firmly clamped between two fingers.

Spock listened to their voices bickering down the hallway until they were out of earshot. He turned back to his task and resumed his work at a much more satisfactory efficiency rating. However, he did make note to take Jim's advice in the near future.

-fin-

Epic Win

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 20:52:01 GMT

surfing the ICanHasCheezburger affiliates and came across the BEST picture EVER Pwned on camera tends to be pictures of people caught on camera ogling other people. Check out this one.

[fic] Classics

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Sun, 19 Jul 2009 22:09:52 GMT

Title: Classics
Characters: Kirk, Spock
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Spock thinks cars are made to take people from one place to another. Kirk shows him just how wrong he is.
ANs: Car Kink; Quick time-line reference: Kirk is born in 2233, saves the world in 2258; and this takes place in 2260; all of Spock's car statistics are pulled out of my ass.
Also, Cannon Kirk's Stepfather is an abusive bastard who is trying to sell the car, originally belonging to George Kirk, that Jim runs off a cliff in the movie. I'm throwing that out and pretending he was just not that great with kids; and after Jim decides to be a douche, he teaches Jim how stupid he really was by showing him what cars are for.

Considering making this into a chapter fic but haven't a CLUE what kind of plot to use. I'm open to suggestions/requests

The Show Girl; 1963 Corvette: http://www.classiccar.com/photopost/showfull.php?photo=2469
The Racer; 2001 Ferrari: http://www.classiccar.com/photopost/data/515/Ferrari_2000_p2.jpg
The “Chick Magnet”; 1974 Mini Cooper: http://www.classicautoimports.com/7496-cooper/img/001.jpg

Kirk sighed, leaning against the hood of the enormous rental van. In a fit of semi-drunken revelry with the bridge crew plus McCoy and Scotty, Kirk had accidentally let slip that his family was rather well off, and his mother owned a ranch in the middle of nowhere Iowa. So middle of nowhere that the nearest teleport station was over six hours drive away. Iowa wasn't exactly the technological capital of the world.

Without much consent from Kirk, the crew had decided that on his ranch in Iowa was the perfect way to spend the first week of their month's shore leave while the Enterprise was repaired after two years away.

“Are you alright, Captain?” Spock asked, coming up to stand beside him. The others had already grabbed the bags out of the back and wandered off into the house to find rooms. Over the last two years, Spock and Kirk had gone from rivals to respectful co-workers to friends, best friends and, in the last few months, lovers.

“Fine, 'Commander.' Just tired. It's been a long day.” Jim straightened, his back popping and cracking as each joint protested. “I can't stand those automatic transmission cars.”

“Automatic transmission has been the universally preferred design since the nineteen-hundreds, Jim.”

“I know that. But I learned to drive on a stick. It's just...” He trailed off. “They're better.”

“They are not. Automatic has a 15% better fuel efficiency, 20% cleaner emissions, 40% increased durability of parts, and 5% increased maneuverability.” Spock said. “In the last fifty years, even professional drivers have begun to prefer automatic transmission to manual.”

“That's not the point Spock.” Kirk sighed. “I'll just have to show you.” He grabbed Spock's wrist and proceeded to pull him around the ranch house to a large shed. The paint was worn and the hinges creaked, but the structure was sound.

It was dark inside the shed. Three large shapes protected by tarps occupied the main room with a small table covered in an assortment of well-kept, classic, auto-mechanic tools sat in the back. As much as he really did hate his step-father, the man had taught him the true joy of the engine, motorcycle and four-wheel alike. He grabbed a set of keys off the table and approached the car nearest the door.

Kirk threw back the tarp on the first vehicle, his show girl. A 2238 re-release of the classic Chevrolet 1963 Corvette. It had cost him half a fortune at fifteen just to buy the rusted framework off a guy who had no idea what he owned. At the time, it had been a lot of money; but comparatively, he'd gotten the car for almost nothing at all. It'd taken months to restore her to proper working order. He'd have to be sure to bring Scotty back here to show his girls off, later. First, he still had to show Spock what driving was really about.

“You're looking at a car as a way to get from one place to another. Cars do that, but that's not what they're really for. Hop in; I'll show you.”

Spock looked at him skeptically, but got into the car without complaint. Kirk paused, looking over his beauty fondly. She needed a good cleaning, even with the tarp it had been years since he'd last seen her. The red paint needed a new coat of wax, but she was still beautiful.

He slipped inside, relishing the cool leather against his skin after the long, hot hours in the rental van. Caressing the wheel under Spock's watchful eye before he slid his fingers down the dash consul to the rounded head of the stick-shift. It fit snugly in the palm of his hand, his fingers wrapping around the shift as he leaned back, eyes closed. Letting his muscles remember the feel of the car underneath him a moment before he turned her on.

The key slipped in almost eagerly, the engine roaring to life around him; and Kirk had to resist the urge to moan. No automatic rental could compare to his girls. Kirk backed out of the shed, feeling the car purr under his touch. He couldn't imagine how he'd gone so long without this.

“Watch this.” Kirk breathed.

Spock did watch. He watched as his lover pulled away from the house, driving out along the open dirt road trailing around the Ranch property. He watched as Jim leaned back, hair whipping in the wind from the open roof. He watched as Jim's body flowed with the motion of the car, his back arching and his hands and feet moving in tandem to guide the car where he wanted. Spock watched for fifteen solid minutes as Jim drove them out into the depths of the property.

Eventually they came upon an ancient oak at the top of a small hill, and Kirk brought the car to a stop. He looked over at Spock, cheeks flushed and breath shallow. “Do you see?”

“You are aroused.”

Kirk glanced down, as if he needed to check. “Yeah,” He said, looking back up at Spock.

Spock shifted uncomfortably. Watching his lover writhe against the seat as he drove them out here, had been most enticing. The smell of Jim's arousal had been thin as the car was driving, but now that they had stopped it curled around Spock, mixing with the deep scents of the leather and the engine. He took a moment to collect himself. “Does driving a manual transmission always have this affect?”

“Not always and not everyone; but, God, Spock, after hours trapped in that van, hunched over the steering wheel without any real input from me... the feel of the car rumbling at my fingertips.” He grunted, shifting his hips to relieve the pressure in his groin. “Spock, it's amazing.”

Spock had to agree, with the evidence so thick in Jim's voice and the smell flavoring the air between them, Spock was starting to feel distinctly uncomfortable as well. “Jim...”

Kirk cut him off, removing both their seat-belts and almost diving across the gear-shift to get at Spock's mouth.

They groaned, the tight fit in the front of the car preventing them from arranging themselves the way they wanted to. Spock broke the kiss as Kirk's hand popped the button on his pants and wriggled inside to squeeze and stroke his flesh. The green flush to his skin spreading rapidly as Kirk worked him to a fever pitch. “Jim, stop.” He gasped.

Jim's hand stilled, but his fingers still teased at the base of his cock, just tracing the skin of his balls. “Spock. Want you.”

“Yes,” Spock sighed. He shivered when Kirk's hand withdrew from his pants and his body from his side.

“Come on.” Kirk slid back across the seat, opening the door to hurry around the front of the car.

Spock caught on quickly and met him halfway. The cooling engine still ticking softly beside them as Kirk pushed him up against the hood. Spock let himself fall back. The heat of the metal against his back different yet similar to the heat of the man against his chest.

They kissed again. Lips, tongues and teeth tangled as they pulled at clothing. Hands catching each other between items in desperate vulcan kisses to match the human ones they couldn't stop long enough to properly remove their shirts.

Kirk tugged the lube from his pocket just in time before Spock managed to push his pants to the ground. Spock's pants were caught on his one shoe, the other lost somewhere in the shade of the big oak. Kirk's hand shook with need as he searched blindly for Spock's hole with slick fingers. The rough stab of the first two making Spock grunt.

Kirk groaned, fumbling inside Spock to get him ready. The kiss finally broke as Kirk slicked up his cock, gasping at how sensitive he was already. They wouldn't hold out long now, but they had time before anyone would worry where they were.

Spock lifted his legs around Kirk's shoulders, the powerful muscles pulling them together as the thick head of Kirk's cock breached him.

Kirk froze, gasping and grabbing Spock's hips in a punishing grip. His eyes wide and desperate as he resisted the urge to cum before he'd even finished his entry. “Oh, fuck, Spock. I'm not gonna last.”

Spock nodded. He was only slightly better off than Kirk. It wouldn't be long.

Kirk caught his breath and began to move, in and out. His cock throbbing hotly inside his lover, the wet slap of their hips overpowering the hollow sounds of Spock's head knocking back against the hood. The flat hood ornament skimming the top of Spock's ass.

Kirk howled, pounding harder and harder as he tried to crawl as deeply inside Spock as he could. “Ooh, Spock. Please. Need you.”

Spock understood, one hand releasing Jim's from his hips to reach for the meld points that would bring them to orgasm. They crashed together, the heat boiling over them as the loop of pleasure between them brought a scream from Kirk's lips. Kirk's cum filled his channel as his own cum shot above his head, splattering just below the windshield with thick white fluid.

Both men collapsed together, only half conscious in the wake of their ecstasy. Spock's pants fell off his limp foot with a soft flop, and Kirk giggled.

“I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life. Spock, that was amazing.” He could feel his cum slowly pushing past his softening cock to drip down his thigh. The reminder made him shudder as his dick tried vainly to revive itself. “Fuck, I'm trying to get hard again already. Spock...”

“I know, Jim. Me too.” Spock said. The smile in his eyebrows smoothing across the rest of his face. It was only with Kirk that he let his emotions show even this much. He trailed a hand through Jim's sweaty hair. The wind and the sex having completely ruined any kind of style it had once held.

Kirk leaned forward. He brushed their noses together, needing to feel closer after that.

Spock slipped his legs from kirk's shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. Reaching for the hand kirk still had on his hip, Spock tangled their fingers together, massaging the stiffness out of his lover's joints.

“Spock, I...”

“I know.” Spock pulled him closer, kissing him slow and deep in the orange light of the dipping sun. They'd head back in a bit. They just wanted a little more time to themselves before they gave up the warm privacy.

[fic] Chipmunk! 02/??

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 04:17:57 GMT

Title: Chipmunk!
Characters: Spock/Uhura, eventual Spock/Kirk
Genre: Epic, humor, romance, fluff, angst
Rating: This chapter, PG; Eventual, NC-17
Summary 02: Spock and kirk beam down to find the operatives, but complications arise.
Warnings: Spoilers for the movie, has nothing to do with Chipmunks.
Author's Notes: Un-beta'd because I'm too lazy to wait. (I'm always too lazy to wait. Lemme know if you spot a mistake)
Also, question for other browsers: do the smart quotes show for everyone? My Kindle sometimes doesn't show quotations and I have no idea why.
chapter list

“What killed him?”

“I don't know, Jim. I'll have to do an autopsy first.” Doctor McCoy said.

“I want that priority. Get those men on life support, and find out what killed that officer. I don't want another death on our hands.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Kirk turned, leaving the sickbay with Spock close behind.“Mister Spock?”

“Yes, Captain?”

“I am appointing you Acting Captain. I am going to go to the surface and try to locate our operatives. If my communicator fails, I want you to tell Scotty to try to beam all four of us up, even if he can't get a lock on us.”

“Captain--”

“No objections. I am not leaving my men down there to die of whatever killed that man or a dust storm. We can at least try.”

“Then, as Acting Captain, I cannot let you go alone. If there is some creature down there that killed our man, the last logical choice is to face it alone, Captain.”

Kirk smirked at Spock. “You have a point there, Mister Spock. Follow me, then.” They followed the corridors to the Transporter room.

Scotty jumped as they entered. “Captain. Right, I think I might be able to use the enterprise's phasers to redirect the vector of the dust storm, giving us up to fifteen minutes more time to locate the operatives.”

Kirk paused for a moment before he burst out laughing. “Scotty, you never cease to amaze me. Spock and I are beaming down, we'll need two automatic transmitters.”

“Already have them right here.”

“Thank you Mister Scott.” Kirk said, pinning his to the collar of his shirt. He stood on the transporter and glanced at Spock. Spock looked back, and he gave the vulcan a grin. “Wish us luck.”

“Luck is illogical–”

Before Spock could elaborate, Scotty turned on the transporter as the gold lights wrapped around them and teleported them away.

Once the light settled, Kirk opened his communicator to the bridge. “Mister–” He closed the communicator and looked at Spock. “Who did I give the conn to?”

“You didn't, Captain. You were in too much of a hurry to get to sickbay.”

The communicator whistled helpfully. Sulu's voice came through, sounding mildly amused. “Sulu here.”

“Ah, Mister Sulu, thank you.”

Spock raised an eyebrow and started up the short incline, following the foot steps.

“Yes, we have beamed down safely and are following the tracks up the hill. Mister Scott, that lab equipment has an automatic transmitter; beam it up and have someone clean it off.” Kirk hurried to catch up with Spock, the dust swirling around his steps. “There's no sign of a struggle or anything down here.”

“Captain, I believe I've found our operatives.” Spock called, pointing over the top of the hill.

Kirk stepped up behind him, following his hand. There were three vague shapes buried in the gray dust. “I believe you may be right, Mister Spock. But there's no sign of a struggle, or any other tracks here either.”

Spock nodded, examining the four sliding trails down the steeper side of the hill. Three smooth trails led to the collapsed forms missing operatives. The fourth trail led to a faint outline of where the security man had lain before being brought back to the ship. His trail was wavering, as if someone had not slid but rolled down the hill in a series of somersaults.

Kirk knelt and let himself slide down the embankment. “Mister Scott, prepare to beam up--” He coughed, dropped the communicator and immediately passed out.

Spock stared only a moment before opening his own communicator. “Mister Scott, can you tell me if there are any unknown-gas pockets in the three meters fore and beneath my location?”

“There is nothing, Mister Spock. The only thing in the air that's not air is a little bit of that dust.”

“Can you locate the other operatives from my current location?”

“Not quite, Mister Spock.”

“Do you think Mister Chekov would be able to?”

Scotty laughed at that. “Mister Chekov may have wonderful reflexes and instincts when it comes to catching a man that's hurtling out of the sky, but it's simply a matter of logistics. The computer can't see that far out.”

“Whatever is incapacitating our men is invisible to the naked eye.” Spock lifted the sleeve of his uniform to his face and began tearing at the cuff with his teeth.

“Mister Spock, what is that noise?”

“I am tearing a piece of my uniform in order to tie it around my communicator so that even if I should be incapacitated, you will be able to locate us and beam us up.”

“Oh, aye. That's a good idea, Mister Spock.”

“I believe we should add two things to mandatory supplies for a landing team: Automatic transmitters, and some string.” With a grunt and a rip, Spock managed to free the cuff of his shirt and proceeded to tie it around the transmitter button of his communicator. “Can you hear me, now?”

“Loud and clear, Mister Spock.”

“Good.” Spock began his descent carefully. The loose earth shifted underneath him and he stumbled forward, dropping his communicator and nearly landing on Kirk.

“Mister Spock! Are you alright?” Scotty's voice came through the communicator that was now ten feet away from him. “I'm giving you to the count of ten before I beam you back up.” Scotty said and began counting.

Spock leaned forward, snatching the communicator off one of the operatives lying unconscious beside him. “Spock to Enterprise.”

“Mister Spock. Are you alright?”

“Enveloped in this dust, but I am uninjured, Mister Scott. Can you beam us up? We'll need four stretchers.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The gold light surrounded them and within moments the four men were back safely on the ship.

Spock assessed his captain first for injury or illness. Then, he checked each other officer and found them healthy to a cursory examination, as if they were merely sleeping.

Doctor McCoy burst into the transporter room, panting through a full face bio-mask. “Dammit. I can't be six places at once. Sanitize and quarantine those men. Whatever made those operatives pass out on surface, it's come back with them. I've already had three nurses faint. I don't need the entire crew populating my sickbay.” Behind him, four floating stretchers followed sedately.

“Whatever it is, I seem to be immune, Doctor.”

McCoy glared, still doubled over from catching his breath. “One man does not a pattern make, Mister Spock. We must assume everyone is susceptible.”

The soft lights of the transporter sanitation flashed and shut off. “All clean, Doctor; and the halls between here and the sickbay have been cleared.”

“You're coming too, Mister Scott.” McCoy finished strapping the last man onto one of the floating stretchers.

Scotty winced but followed without complaint.

The medical bay was eery when they arrived. The normally pristine room was dusted with gray powder. Life support and monitors beeped and whirred as Spock and McCoy moved the men from stretchers to their beds. Scotty settled himself in a corner of the room away from everyone else and stayed there.

“Mister Spock, would you mind writing up charts for our patients while I go do that autopsy?” McCoy said, sounding very weary.

Spock nodded, lifting a PADD from the floor, presumably where it had been dropped when a nurse had fainted. It was quiet for a while. Spock recorded silently, concentrating on his work.

“They look like they're sleeping.”

“According to their vital signs, they are, Mister Scott.”

Spock finished, setting the PADD aside and entering the autopsy room. “If I may, Doctor.”

McCoy nodded for him to continue, concentrating on the tricorder as he searched for toxins. The necessity for the full face mask making the readings difficult to read.

“I believe he broke his neck. He fainted with this malady and collapsed forward at a velocity and angle sufficient to cause him to roll, as humans say, 'head-over-heels' down the hill. The resulting stresses caused the atlas and axis Vertebrae to snap. I would do an X-ray.”

“You know? You might be right. I thought his head moved oddly when I brought him in here.” McCoy grabbed the X-ray viewer from the adjacent shelf and scanned the neck. “You're right. Fracture of the C1 and C2 vertebrae, broke his spinal cord and killed him in an instant. How'd you know?”

“The trail to where his body had lain was different from the others. His was broken and rough in places. The other three officers and the captain all left straight, solid trails.”

“Has anyone woken up yet?”

“No. Aside from not responding to stimulus, they appear to be merely sleeping. If we could discover the cause of this, a way to cause instant unconsciousness from a distance without long term injury could be very beneficial.” Spock said, leading the way back to the main room.

“It would, but first we need to find out what it is and if it's reversible.” McCoy turned to Scotty. “You aren't feeling any of the affects of whatever's causing this?”

Scott hopped down from the bed he'd been sitting on. “No, I'm fine. Can I go? I'd feel much better if I were taking care of the ship.”

“Sit down and quit your belly aching. You'll be back before you- oof.” McCoy slipped in the dirt and landed heavily. The dust fluttering around him. “Dammit. Can we please get this dust cleaned up? And don't you dare laugh.”

Grinning madly, Scotty leaned forward to help him up and collapsed.

“Shit.” McCoy cursed, hauling Scotty onto the bed with Spock's help. “What's causing this?”

“I believe it may be the dust. The ship's sanitizers only kill microscopic bacterium, viruses, and parasites. It is not programmed to remove dirt samples.”

“That would explain why they didn't collapse until they had been on the planet a while. The dust had to be stirred up by their feet to be breathed in.” McCoy said, excited.

“Computer, run a full sanitation of Sickbay One. Remove all uncatalogued particles,” Spock said.

“I hate this thing, a miniature dust storm just doesn't seem like a good way to clean a room, and what counts as a cataloged particle? Don't answer that.” McCoy interrupted when Spock opened his mouth. “Don't you want a mask to keep the dust out of your eyes?” McCoy asked, over the rush of the filtered air replacing contaminated.

“No, Doctor. Vulcans, unlike humans, have a nictitating membrane that covers our eyes and protects us from the dust storms that were very common on Vulcan.”

McCoy winced. “I don't understand how you can mention your home planet in the past tense and not feel any emotion.”

Spock didn't answer. The whir finally stopped and the sickbay was back to it's usual pristine white glow.

“Now we just flush their lungs to remove what the sanitation missed, and people should start waking up. The scanners don't show any reason they shouldn't.”

“The scanners also don't show any reason for them to be asleep in the first place, Doctor.”

“If they weren't going to wake up, the neural scanners would show coma like symptoms or a deterioration by now. Some of these men have been unconscious nearly half an hour without any change.”

It took only ten minutes to clear their lungs in turn; but an hour later, they still weren't waking up.

[fic] Chipmunk! 01/??

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 15:00:42 GMT

Title: Chipmunk!
Characters: Spock/Uhura, eventual Spock/Kirk
Genre: Epic, humor, romance, fluff, angst
Rating: This chapter, PG; Eventual, NC-17
Summary: Spock and Uhura spend some time together before the Enterprise arrives at their destination.
Warnings: Spoilers for the movie, has nothing to do with Chipmunks.
Author's Notes: Un-beta'd because I just couldn't wait to post XP
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Spock strode the halls of the Enterprise to Uhura's room. They weren't supposed to arrive at their next destination for another hour, and Spock wanted to treat his girlfriend to something nice. He rung the chime to her door.

“Who is it?”

“It is Spock, Uhura. I wish to spend time with you before we reach Goblin's Copse.” Spock said, straightening to wait for her.

Uhura opened the door with a smile on her face. “Spock, how nice to see you. Come in, please.”

He nodded to her and entered.

“What did you have in mind?” Uhura asked as she walked over to the small table that doubled as a desk. She offered him the opposite chair.

He sat. “It is not the right time for a meal, which is normally more customary. I thought you might like to learn to play the Vulcan lute. You mentioned once that you enjoyed watching me play.”

Uhura's face lit up with excitement. “I would love that. Is it difficult to learn?” She stood, reaching to help him up.

He accepted her assistance, but she didn't let go afterward. Her hand was small, soft, warmer than the room but still cooler than his own hand. He forced his mind back to her question. “It is not difficult to learn, only difficult to master.”

In the hall, Uhura surreptitiously let go of his hand. Their relationship was no secret, but it would be prudent not to flaunt something that was technically illegal by federation standards any more than they already had.

They headed for Spock's quarters in silence, he could see the excitement and anticipation in her smile. Her long black hair fell straight down her back. Obedient and controlled, it was a proper Vulcan hair cut. No extra curls or unruly body. It was distracting to him, the way it fell so perfectly straight, even as she walked swiftly in front of him it didn't sway much with her stride.

Uhura stopped suddenly, and Spock had to lift his eyes from her back to ask as to why.

“We're here.”

Spock paused momentarily before opening the door and leading the way inside. He got out the lute and guided her to sit beside him on the bed. It would provide the best place to sit close with enough space so that he could guide her fingers against the strings.

The lesson proceeded well. Uhura, as Spock had remembered, was an excellent student. Eager to learn and quick to understand. He praised her for completing a particularly difficult chord on only the third try and she turned, smiling. Her eyes locked with his, and he realized how close they were.

Uhura's eyes darted to his lips and back. “Spock...”

He shifted back as she set the lute aside for the moment.

Uhura paused for just a moment before speaking. “Thank you for the lesson. You are, as always, a wonderful teacher.”

Spock nodded, looking for the chronometer.

Her fingers touched his chin, turning his face towards her as she leaned closer. “We have a little more time before we're needed on the bridge.”

Spock nodded slowly, taking her slender form in his arms. Their lips met slowly and cautiously, her make up slick against his dry skin. Her hands cupped his cheeks passionately as he rested one hand against her shoulder, above the short Starfleet-issue sleeve.

The room's communicator whistled, forcing them apart. “Mister Spock, we have arrived at Goblin's Copse slightly ahead of schedule. I'll need you to report to the bridge. Oh, and tell Uhura to come too. Sorry to interrupt, Kirk out.”

Spock raised an eyebrow at the complete lack of apologetic tone in his captain's voice as Uhura huffed.

The bridge was busy when they arrived to take their stations. Captain Kirk was sprawled across the captain's chair, his hands folded behind his head as he organized his crew for their mission, to research the planet and determine if it could be colonized. Kirk barely spared them a glance before turning back to his work.

“Atmospheric conditions Mister Scott?” Kirk said into the comm-link from the bridge.

“Good to go, Captain. Oxygen to nitrogen ratios are as close to earth as any planet I've ever seen. Neural activity scans indicate no signs of sentient life, not enough water to support it.”

“Say the ratios for the log, please, Scotty, and prepare to beam down a science team to take samples.”

“Aye, Captain.” Scotty said before running off the exact ratios for the record.

“Captain, do you wish for me to lead the science team to the surface?” Spock asked, standing from his station on the bridge.

“No, Mister Spock, that won't be necessary. Besides, it's good to let the cadets get their feet wet without a babysitter every once in a while.” Kirk grinned at his First officer, who, if Kirk didn't know better, looked mildly amused by that statement.

“Yes, Captain. I agree.” Spock sat back down as Uhura opened a comm-link from Spock's station to the surface team.

In a few short minutes, the team was beamed down. The lieutenant's voice piped through the link. Joe Tormolen was his name if Jim remembered Correctly. “Transport of all equipment and personal successful, Captain.”

“Excellent, what's the terrain look like from down there?”

“Same as it does from space, Sir. Dry and flat with sparse scatterings of rocks and scrub life. The gray surface we saw from space is a thick layer of loose dust, ground underneath appears to be white. I expect dust storms are frequent occurrences,” Joe said, kicking at the powder under his shoes.

“Thank you, Lieutenant Tormolen. Take samples of the plant life first, then look around, see if you can find any source of water or animal life. Enterprise out.” Kirk shut off his link to the communicators, leaving Spock to oversee the expedition. It pained him to think Joe, fresh out of the academy, had a lieutenant rank. The mild hypocrisy in that thought amused him, but it was true. If it weren't for the casualties in the battle with the Romulans, Joe would only have Ensign rank. Many of the new officers in Starfleet, especially on the Enterprise, only got their status because they weren't on one of the ships victim of the slaughter.

“Captain,” Spock said, pausing as Kirk came out of his thoughts. “Your attention is needed.”

“How so?” Kirk asked, opening the comm-link to the whole bridge. “Lieutenant, report.”

“Sir, we have lost all contact with the landing party.”

Kirk stared at Spock, alarmed. They sent six able men down there. He straightened. “Mister Spock, what happened?”

“I cannot say, Sir. As far as I can tell, all officers in the landing party simply turned off their communicators.”

“There was no word of a threat?”

“No, sir. Without an active comm-link we cannot pin-point the officers' locations. I propose we send a security team down with automatic transmitters equipped. If they should loose contact, we will be able to beam them back up with those locators.”

“Alright, Mister Spock, proceed.” Kirk frowned, contacting engineering, “Mister Scott, have there been any sudden shifts in magnetic or radioactive activity in the last five minutes?”

“No, Captain. Though I checked the air pressure patterns near where our team beamed down. There is a dust storm approximately seventy-five kilometers from where the party was dispatched. At it's current velocity and trajectory, they'll need to return to the ship within the next hour.”

Kirk turned to his science officer. “Mister Spock--”

“I heard, Captain. Security is on it's way.”

“Mister Scott, prepare to beam down a security team equipped with automatic transmitters. Contact with the landing party has been compromised.”

“Aye, Captain. They're here now.”

The two men in red shirts stepped onto the transporter pad. The gold particles danced around them as the team settled onto the planet's surface. Upon materializing, both men pulled out their phasers and looked around. “No sign of a struggle. Sample equipment is here and undamaged” One said into his communicator, the extra transmitter blinking rhythmically on the collar of his uniform. “There are two sets of footprints in the dust; team will split up to follow both.”

“Acknowledged. Leave the equipment for now; locate our missing officers.” Kirk said from the bridge.

The two men split up, one rounding the rock-face ahead as the other climbed the small hill to the side.

Around the rock, the first security officer called back to the ship. “Captain, Lieutenant Joe has been located. He and two men are unconscious but have no visible injuries.” He knelt beside them, checking for pulses as he brushed the thin layer of dust from their uniforms.

“Acknowledged, Mister Scott, beam the located team back onto the ship.” Kirk said, opening another link to medical. “Doctor McCoy, send three stretchers to the transporter. I want to know why those men fainted.”

The comm-link whistled as Scotty came back. “Captain, there seems to be a problem on the surface. I can't get our officer to answer his comm-link.”

“What do you mean? We were just talking to him.”

“I know, but he's not answering now.”

Spock interrupted. “Captain, contact with the other operative has been lost as well.”

“Mister Scott, do we still have contact with the automatic transmitters?”

“Aye, Sir; and I can beam up the three men our officer found using that, but without knowing how many to locate near our other officer I can't beam anyone but him up.”

“Thank you Mister Scott. Beam up all locatable operatives. Spock, walk with me. I want you to tell me exactly what that other officer said to you before we lost contact. Uhura, send another message to Medical to send another stretcher to the transporter room. I have a feeling we're going to need it.”

“Yes, Captain.” Uhura said, glancing once at Spock before obeying orders.

Spock just followed Kirk off the bridge, and onto the turbo-lift. “Captain, Officer climbed the hill following the set of three footprints. Upon reaching the top of the hill, he reported seeing something buried in the dust. There was apparently a loose cloud, as if the dust had recently been stirred.” He paused as the lift doors opened and they passed into the hall. “He told me he was going to slide down the embankment to check, and that's when the contact was lost. I heard a faint distortion just after that which may have been the communicator hitting the planet's surface, but I cannot be sure.”

“Thank you, Mister Spock.” Kirk said. They had arrived at sick bay simultaneously with the five crew members on stretchers.

McCoy immediately approached them. “Jim, the second security man... He's dead.”

[fic] Tribble Tension

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 06:42:17 GMT

Title: Tribble Tension
Characters: Kirk, Spock
Genre: Smut, Humor
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kirk is sore and exhausted after a long day dealing with klingons and tribbles and stupid space station managers and, Spock offers to give him a massage to make it all better. One thing leads to another.
Author's Notes: Prompt from st_xi_kink located here.

Kirk groans as the door to his quarters slides open. He can't believe how tiring the day was. Dealing with Klingons and foolish space station owners is one thing, but add to that having a horde of fuzzy, adorable, purring parasites dumped on his head was the straw that broke the camel's back. As far as cliche sentiments went, that one was surprisingly accurate.

Jim hobbled over to the bed and lay down, his face buried into the mattress. He didn't care if the Klingons decided to attack them after Scotty's wonderful prank, the secondary team on the bridge would have to deal with it. Just as Kirk's muscles were finally relaxing enough to let him start to doze, the chime to his door went off. He groaned, pulling an arm out from under himself to hit the comm-link by the bed. "Go ask Spock. I'm sleeping."

"There are two problems with that statement, Captain. If you were asleep, you would not be able to respond to my call. Also, I am Spock."

Kirk smirked into the sheets, hitting the button to open the door by touch. "I'm afraid I won't be able to play chess tonight, Spock."

"Captain, should I call Doctor McCoy to examine your back?"

Kirk didn't bother correcting Spock to call him Jim. The vulcan always acted more formal when he was worried. It was touching. "No, I already saw him. He gave me a muscle relaxant. I'll be alright in a couple days."

"Would you like me to stimulate the muscle tension via manual contact?"

"English, Spock."

"Would you like a massage, Jim."

Kirk groaned. "Yes. God. That would be heavenly."

Kirk winced as he felt the bed shift with Spock's weight. It wasn't often Spock offered to do this. Though he knew an incredible amount about pressure points, Spock tended to avoid touching too much with his hands. Kirk didn't complain much. It always made the times when Spock let himself run his hands across Kirk's skin that much more intense.

It took some maneuvering to get Kirk's clothes off without causing any undue pain. Eventually, Spock pushed a rolled towel under Kirk's forehead to keep his face off the bed and carefully climbed up to straddle his thighs. He leaned over, opening the side drawer and pulling out a tube of oil.

Kirk sighed, listening to the slick slide of the oil between Spock's fingers as he warmed it up. A few drips slipped to his back, making him shiver with anticipation. Finally, Spock reached out, curling his thumbs into the flesh of Kirk's shoulders. He groaned, melting into the touch.

It was glorious. Spock's fingers soothed and eased. Coaxing his muscles out of their aggravated state. within moments the pain had evaporated, leaving him limp and groaning as Spock continued to massage his body. It was then that Kirk noticed Spock's touches start to linger, a caress here, a squeeze there. Kirk moaned happily, squirming under Spock's attentions. "Please, Spock."

Spock gasped, his hands stuttering for just a moment before they continued down his back. Spock grabbed his ass gently, one hand on each cheek as he massaged the oiled skin with strong, sure fingers pushing and pulling them apart.

Kirk moaned again, rubbing back against Spock's crotch. "God, why are you still dressed?"

"I was under the impression that your back would not allow for sexual relations tonight." Spock's voice was only slightly hurried, a softer tone to it, careful and patient. Kirk could tell he was inches from that edge where he let himself lose all thought and just let loose.

"I'll always want to have sexual relations with you, Spock." Kirk said breathlessly. He spread his legs carefully, arching his back up for Spock to see and play as much as he liked. He whined as Spock's hands left him. Then, he felt Spock getting up entirely and turned to watch as the vulcan removed his uniform, carefully folding it without staining it with oil. "Hurry," Kirk groaned, reaching between his legs to stroke his growing cock.

Spock's nostrils flared, the green flush hidden in his cheeks peeking through. “Jim.” He leaned forward to take Kirk's hands, tangling their fingers together in a Vulcan kiss as Kirk pulled him close and claimed his mouth.

Kirk moaned and writhed on the bed. He tugged at Spock, trying to get him to join him on the bed; but Spock refused, tasting and teasing but not letting himself get any closer. Kirk pushed their hands closer, rubbing his thumbs deep into Spock's palms.

Spock began to growl, his hips bucking in mid air. He tore back panting for breath. His Vulcan control was fraying badly. He grabbed Kirk, forcing his face back to the mattress and climbing behind him again.

Kirk fumbled for the oil, handing it back for Spock to prepare them both. He pushed up on his knees, resting his forehead on his folded arms as Spock pushed fingers into him. A rough wheeze from Kirk before Spock found the right rhythm that had him gasping and rocking back and forth, cock dripping and begging for more. “Spock, please, stop teasing. Want you inside.”

The growl got deeper and longer, pulsing through Kirk as Spock's fingers withdrew and were replaced by Spock's cock, thick and so very hot. It burned inside him as they pushed together. Kirk threw one hand back, reaching for Spock's fingers as the man settled deep and waited, his free hand settling in the middle of Kirk's back.

After a moment, Kirk squeezed Spock's fingers, fingers circling his palm as he stroked Spock's hand like he wanted to stroke his cock.

Spock nearly howled with want. He pulled out and pushed back in sweat dripping off the both of them onto the sheets. Kirk could feel the mounting pressure inside him as Spock leaned more heavily against him. His cock pulsed with each thrust as he felt his back pop and creek under Spock's weight.

“Sem-rik. Jim, aitlu du. Brax- beyik.”

Kirk arched back. He loved it when Spock forgot how to speak English. So close, just a little more. Spock rushing in and out over his prostate, their fingers dancing and tangling in the most erotic movements Kirk could imagine. He watched them, petering on the edge of that wonderful death before finally toppling with a shattering spasm of ecstasy.

Spock pushed forward with one final growl and poured himself into Jim. His harsh pants mingling with Kirk's groans. “Jim, that... Jim.” He rolls over, pulling Jim close and wrapping his arms around the man.

Kirk winces. “Oh god. Spock?”

“Yes?” Spock asks, pulling Kirk close to his chest and ignoring the uncomfortable stickiness of sweat and spunk between them.

“I'm about ready to collapse right now... but tomorrow. I'm gonna need you to give me another massage. I think we broke something.”

Spock chuckled, or as much as a Vulcan ever chuckled. “That is impossible, but alright. In the morning. I look forward to it.”

“Me too...” kirk said, yawning and settling against Spock's chest. He was hot, sticky and in pain; but he was perfectly happy.

((Vulcan Translated: Fascinating. Jim, want you. Fast- close.))

update

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 14:24:12 GMT

Hello all. Been far too long since I last posted anything here. Just haven't felt like writing in far too long, but I have a couple ideas, some of them kakairu, some of them not. hopefully I'll get to at least some of them. The world is treating me well. See ya all later ^.^

wee y-gal

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 23:23:15 GMT

yay I got my y-gal account back on tuesday and I just posted a few new drawings. I have more I just need to scan them in XP Like I said earlier ((think i said this here)) I'm planning on doing a comic for this AWESOME fanfic i read. will be a while coming but i'm looking forward to it. i'm getting faster.

http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/chibinecco only thing veiwable there without an account is the one SheikxLink picture in the forest. accounts are free and there's some GREAT stuff there, if you're underage though don't post any art or they'll catch you XP ((that's why i didn't have an account for a while *shrug*))

weirdest dream

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 03:49:04 GMT

I had the WEIRDEST dream last night... this post apocolyptic thing involving Jack Black. Go figure... it was actually REALLY cool... i'm thinking of writing it... yes... this on top of all the OTHER things i'm supposed to be writing >.> there will be a list eventually... then there will be procrastination of the list... until eventually I get around to doing bits and pieces... I'll write them all eventually...

but anyway... got into the school paper woo. actually I was in before they interviewed me XP they gave me an article to do before they'd even read samples of my writing XP It was kinda difficult to find something I felt proud enough of to show and yet didn't involve gay ninjas XP but what the hey i got in anyway XP

PS "Not dead yet"

Birthday

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 14:11:54 GMT

So, yesterday I FINALLY became legal to read and do all the things i've been doing for three and a half years XP had a BLAST. Neopets has a special site lay out you only get to see on your birthday (and neopets' XP) it's blue with confetti and streamers and cake ^.^

So anyway... PRESENTS ^.^ Brother gave me the new Chocobo's Dungeon from square it is AMAZING i stayed up till three AM playing it on Saturday XD (got it early cause he's at camp) and cute, ADORABLE and sweet just don't cover this game. the cutest thing is possibly the fishing, but unfortunately I couldn't find a good picture. though i did find this dunno what that has to do with fishing though XP.

Dad got me the new Kindle and it is SOOO cool. uploaded a couple books and the first ten chapters of Naruto XP I'll be spending several hours today uploading the rest of the series. and I converted a couple MSword docs of my favorite fanfics onto the Kindle XD so i have old-style Heiwa and Quantum Xander I -- If you're a Buffy fan I HIGHLY recommend this one. The sequel is NOT as good, but it's okay. -- Yay i can read porn at the breakfast Table and my parents think i'm reading Prachett XD BTW Pratchett is the GOD of all authors (after Shakespeare *maybe* XP) so read him if you're not familiar.

lolcat

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 18:32:26 GMT

more cat pictures

if you haven't checked out icanhascheezburger before i HIGHLY recomend it.

blinkblink

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Mon, 09 Jun 2008 19:40:56 GMT

wow... it has been SO long since i last checked my friends list that my computer doesn't even remember the site... huh... wonder what i missed... >.>

anywho... i got permission to do the comic of AWESOME. or well the story is OF AWESOME we'll see if my art comes even kinda close XP have the first page drawn but nothing in the computer yet, and i'm planning to at least TRY coloring cause there are some scenes that NEED color. Fic's a LinkxSheik Legend of Zelda: Ocarina and Majora's Mask story. called Lingering Fragments just want to say totally worth a read, even if you're not really familiar with the games. Really looking forward to this ^.^

side note to chrnos (did i spell that right this time?) we NEED to get together some time SOON. call me cause for some reason i can't call you O.o

[fic] Medley

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Wed, 14 May 2008 03:15:53 GMT

Title: Medley
Characters: Link, Sheik
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Summary: Link plays his ocarina and thinks about the songs he's learned (mini character sketch thing)
Author's Notes: I'm not too happy with this piece... It's a little overwrought and Sheik's kind of OOC... or really OOC... I'm working on something longer, or even better a comic, but I don't have my scanner set up; and all my long ideas the last several months have been CLICHÉ. So you're stuck with cheesy song analysis.
PS sorry for any typos. I didn't bother to beta this as well as I could have. Think it's alright though. Constructive crit is highly appreciated.

Link stared out at the deepening sky from his perch inside the windmill of Kakariko village. He liked it here, the noisy village below slowing and quieting in the advance of the soft twilight. He held the ocarina in his pouch a little tighter. The notes just felt so much more powerful after nightfall, like the connection to the magic they drew from was uninterrupted by the light of the sun.

He pulled the instrument out, testing a few notes in the dim light. The light of the stars gleamed off the small silver gem set in the mouthpiece. He always played the same medley, starting with the "Bolero of Fire" as the last rich red rays of the sun set, continuing through the haunting notes of the "Nocturne of Shadow" to close with "Zelda's Lullaby." There were other songs in there, but those were the three he always played in full. They meant more to him than the others.

The "Bolero of Fire" stuck out as the first time he really looked at sheik. He'd looked before, but he hadn't yet noticed just what it was that drew him to the mysterious man. It was the eyes, the deep red eyes that glowed so brightly in the fires and lava of Death Mountain. Such a strong, powerful march in strong, powerful eyes. Sheik would laugh at him if he only knew.

The "Nocturne of Shadow" held such simple sentimentality. It was the song of the Shadow Temple. It was the song of the Sheikah Temple. Solemn and layered, it was hard not to see the ties from it to sheik himself.

The few villagers that stayed up late enough to hear the end of his tune never guessed why he ended with "Zelda's Lullaby." They didn't know it was officially a lullaby, but they could tell it was a soothing melody to go to sleep to. The truth was, it was a way to remember her. Zelda had 'died' in this timeline. The people of Hyrule mourned her death of a 'sudden illness.' Link celebrated the truth.

"Hey, Link, you done yet?"

Link smiled, packing away his ocarina to the soft sound of footsteps down the stairs behind him.

Sheik slid in behind him, wrapping his arms around his hero. "You know the villagers are starting to say the windmill is haunted. I think I even saw a few tourists from the castle coming to hear 'The Haunted Ocarina Player of the Kakariko Windmill.' Brevity never was Hyrule's strong suit."

Link chuckled.

"Like that? Well come on. It's late, music boy; and we both have training tomorrow."

Link groaned.

"Don't give me that, just because you're the Destined Hero doesn't mean you can let yourself go in times of peace."

Link pecked him on the nose, twining his arms around sheik's waist and pulling him close for a slow deep kiss. It was long before they backed apart, staring at each other's eyes.

"Maybe we can let go a little." Sheik mumbled, as he leaned in for another kiss.

Playing hooky

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 11:12:00 GMT

holy FUCK i can't believe that worked... I told my mom i REALLY didn't feel like going to school today, promised i'd make up all my work and she just said okay... *blinks* my mom's a nazi when it comes to school... *shrug* not complaining.

so staying home today and finishing my English paper and my photo essay (yes i have an essay in photo >.>) and generally goofing off... though my mom's sick again (similar thing to what happened over the summer) so i might end up playing nursemaid. she'll be a better patient than her mother though... whatever i'm babbling in all the excitement XP

I've never played hooky before XP feel like a dork, but whatever Beth wanted me to update more often so... Update-No-Jutsu! XP okay now i really am a dork. *hitting post*

PS Chronos (i'm misspelling that but dun care at the moment *grin) what'd i miss today? i'll need to copy the anatomy notes. hope you didn't skip too. XP

Sun

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 19:28:45 GMT

Bright glowing blanket,
The sun surrounds all things.
Waking and sleeping,
They bathe in it's light,
Feeling the rays seep into their beings.
They welcome and praise its power.
The sun, hot burning god of light,
Gaseous fire, closest star.
Its glaring reflections,
Shining and lighting my soul.
Igniting my deepest secrets for all to see.
I hide no pain in its presence.
I have no shade, no safety.
I hate the sun.

Ice

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 18:58:32 GMT

A cold chill on the surface of my skin
It shatters my nerves, building and tearing
I can feel the cold.
Its darkness and light encompassing me.
A deep sense of peace.
Shivers and branding darkness around me
Calming, cold and chattering through me.
It is too much and not enough.
No cold strong and present enough.
So much chill, but never what I want.
Loving and caressing holding my bones in ice.
Touching my deepest emotions
Lighting with the need to be.
Ice, deeper and stronger than any fleeting fire.

wonder if anyone actually interpret things right... probably not...

someone gimme a prompt...

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 00:44:42 GMT

I know I don't do this very often... and whenever I do I forget before I finish... but Gonna do this again anyway... I'm bored out of my mind and DAMNIT i wanna write something, I just can't come up with anything accept overly complicated junk, and i just wanna write meaningless fluff no more than a couple hundred words long... so! I'm asking for drabble prompts...

Fandoms:
Naruto
Buffy (new obsession)
OnePiece
Many more I just can't remember right now... feel free to request something random. If i don't know it well... ask something else XP

meme gacked from... damn already forgot...

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 00:02:06 GMT

email update part 2 end

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 12:47:20 GMT

and my email is FIXED ^.^ only took them a couple days. ended up loosing i think four emails, but not a big deal. SAT question of the day and some spam from my grandma. if you sent me anything in the last week and I haven't responded email me again. everything's back to normal ^.^ yayness ^.^ i love yahoo ^.^ problems are fixed nice and quick-like ^.^

email update

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 21:38:13 GMT

well looks like i've found the problem.. kinda... it's not my fault in any case and it's probably going to take up to a week to get someone on their end to fix it... anyone needing to contact me please send to "chibinecco -at- gmail.com" instead of my usual yahoo account. sorry for any inconveniences this causes (though somehow i doubt many of you care what's going on >.>) it shouldn't cause any problems with my replying to comments here on lj. I can see the subjects and the senders, just not the message itself...

Yahoo's busted

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 20:28:52 GMT

This is the second day in a row I haven't been able to access my email on yahoo... is anyone else having this problem? does anyone else have yahoo and is NOT having this problem... cause this is of the not good... I need to get at my email...

Random

chibinecco1@yahoo.com — Thu, 24 Jan 2008 20:38:14 GMT

I wore two different shoes to school today... again... in other news I have a mild headache and a rather BIZARRE fic idea based all around a pun about the avian flu and another one of willow's spells gone wrong... >.> or one of Andrew's spells gone wrong... Andrew's a ditz, Willow's just more powerful than she realizes most of the time.

Is it just me or is the use of "One of Willow's spells goes wrong" more common than "Person Was trying out a new jutsu and it went wrong" or maybe they're the same in over use-age... anyone know of any others for other fandoms? I've seen a few "Person eats a Devil fruit by accident and something goes wrong" in one piece but i don't read a whole lot there...