Yokoyama/Shige
Feb. 1st, 2010 02:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snoozing_kittenTitle: Odyssey
Pairing/Groups: Yokoyama Yu/Kato Shige
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex and dubious sci-fi.
Notes: Because some days I really do watch too much tv.
Summary: 'Kirk never had to deal with this shit.' First Officer Kato aboard the Odyssey lives his life by regulations quite happily until one day he doesn’t.
Sometimes Shige missed the main observational deck of the commercial ship he used to work on, there wasn’t much of a tactical advantage of having one on a military ship, and so he was stuck looking out some of the smaller windows. The galaxy spread out in front of him like he could reach out and touch it, stars and clusters twinkling in the distance. There was a long range sensor room for holographicaly plotting their position in relative galaxies, but somehow it wasn’t the same inky blackness of deep space, which sometimes made him shiver and sometimes just gave him a nice place to think. Nothing but energy based beings could live out there; his own carbon based existence would be ripped to shreds by exposure. Sometimes it made him want to run and hide.
“You’re up late.” A drawl and complaint mixed in one. It was really this man who made him fear space him and his stupid risky ways.
“Without a sun ‘late’ is irrelevant.” Shige snapped on auto.
“Right. “ With the same sort of derisive snort that in turn turned Shige on and made him go cross-eyed with annoyance at once. “Anyways, according to the roster you’ve worked your full shift hours ago.”
“I know.” He refused to turn. He knew from memory that Yoko was stunning in the starlight, pale face thrown into shadow and the light playing tricks with the angles of his body. Best to not look at all if he couldn’t touch.
“Get some sleep, and report to my office tomorrow, we’ll need to go over inventory for accepting the kids.”
“Cadets.” Shige corrected automatically, fully aware that Yoko would indeed refer to them as kids. To their faces.
“Whatever.”
“Sir.” Shige narrowed his eyes, all the indignation of one who has been put upon by Yoko’s flippant attitude for far too long.
“Just be sure to adjust the training room manifests accordingly. Dismissed.”
“Yes Captain.”
Shige figured that hitting his head off the super-solid state glass holding space out would probably be a bad idea, and that he needed a better hiding spot from their illustrious leader.
Back in his own quarters, uniform hitting the floor in a un-regulation pile for all of a rebellious three minutes as Shige brushed his teeth, he folded it crisply and set it down on the chair. It wasn’t that he didn’t like his commanding officer, it was that well he hated him. A lot. Yoko was about anti-regulation as you got and sometimes he wondered what he had done to anger someone in the top brass to be landed here. He once screamed like a woman when this thing that looked like a unicorn popped out of nowhere on an uninhabited planet they were surveying. Which had set Shige off, and Massu had simply stopped and stared at the thing. He named it ‘marshmallow’ before either senior officer could stop him.
So not protocol.
Still, there was something about Yoko, something intangible, like a pheromone that rose off his skin intoxicating and sweet. It called to Shige, made him stand up at attention in more than one way when Yoko strolled onto the bridge all bed hair and pouting lips. So Shige effectively hated him. Hated the way he could feel the heat from Yoko’s hand hovering at his lower back when they stood too close, lips too close to his ear complaining softly when they were suffering peace talks together. It made him want to do something radical, scream and throw things, maybe grab him and kiss him, anything to ease the pressure building in his chest. Still those lips should be classified as a weapon of their own, it wasn’t his fault he was weak to them.
Half the damn universe was weak to them. He’d stumbled in on more than one guide, after all was said and done, leaning heavily against some alcove or another and Yoko getting his crisp white pants all dirty as he knelt, mouth open wide and lips more vivid and pornographic than ever. He could feel his dick twitching in his pants just thinking about it, blood pulsing faster through his head and settling low in his stomach, heat suffusing his skin. Full cheeks hollowing around the thick cock pushing into his mouth, long girlish lashes resting against smooth cheekbones, Shige had frozen in the doorway at the time, completely stunned. They were in the god damn temple and Yoko tipped forward following as the guy tried to pull his cock back to thrust, moaning deeply like he was hungry for it. That was about as long as Shige stayed, but his imagination didn’t have any trouble filling in the rest.
Hands holding Yoko’s non-regulation hair, dark curls twining about the long digits, the people of Altair were basically humanoid, but with porn-star quality dicks and freaky goat eyes. Choosing to ignore their odd facial features Shige’s mind stayed on that dick pressing relentless against his captain’s mouth, stretching his jaw wide and making him take it. Shige grunted, shifting his hips into his fist as he got closer and closer to orgasm. A little twist of his hand, the palm of the opposite hand rubbing across the sensitive head in tight circles that had him drawing in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. His fantasy playing in vivid colour behind his eyelids, the flush on Yoko’s pale face, the rise of his own dick outlined in white uniform pants, one of his big hands pressing and rubbing against the bulge.
Pressing his heels into the ground he fucked his hand faster, scene blurring and dulling as his spin stiffened and his breath stopped for a moment, then everything was leaving in a rush, a long low whine accompanied a splash of sticky wet against his fingers, drawing out wave after wave until there was nothing left.
Yoko would probably spit.
Hours on duty finally caught up to him and Shige felt limp and lazy, contemplated for a whole rebellious minute not getting up to get clean and brush his teeth. That didn’t last too long, even on nights he’d crawled back to his dorm drunk as a skunk and all but hugging the toilet he still brushed his teeth before bed. It was a rule.
Shige eventually collapsed into a deep sleep the curtains that allowed deep space to crawl into his room wide open. He wouldn’t know what hit him in the coming weeks.
~~
“God, they are greener then you.” Yoko sat in a slouch in the captain’s chair, internal security feeding him images of the cadets that were all loading their meager possessions off the transport in the hanger bay. Shige rolled his eyes; Yoko had called him ‘Officer Cucumber’ for months after he first arrived with his shiny new officer’s badge. While he no longer compared his first officer to produce Yoko would still rib him about having the numbers of every protocol and law memorized, and about where he could be hiding his flash cards. Like there was a whole lot of room on their tight uniforms, but that was a different matter all together. That and he refused to tell, but he did know all of the numbers.
“They are going to graduate next cycle.”
“Green; like broccoli.” Yoko said with grave decisiveness that he usually saved for ‘we will need to blow up the whole planet.’ Toma snorted from his station as communications officer, and Koyama cracked a smile, he was lounging in Shige’s chair watching the proceedings and forcing Shige to stand. You were supposed to give up your seat for women and stuff, Koyama was as close to woman as one could get without a vagina, but seeing as he had never actually seen the anatomy of a Velrian, he couldn’t be sure Koyama didn’t have one.
“Very green sir.” Massu agreed, leaning one hip against the main command consol. He pursed plump lips in a thin line, a smirk pulling at the sheer pinkness (Shige thought it was an affront to the universe that everyone who served on this ship was stupidly and ridiculously pretty). “We’re going to have to fuck with them.”
“Agreed.” Yoko nodded, smirking like the devil himself. Koyama giggled, probably getting off on the spike of emotion that filled the room. Shige was relieved it wasn’t him down there and his frosh month was more or less long over.
They made it a whole two days before whatever the senior staff were planning came to fruition, Shige had no idea what was going on so he was sitting in his office going over the repair reports from the lower decks that had been damaged when they were forced too close to a gamma buster from the next solar system over. The ship-wide alarm went off, followed by the intercom, Yoko’s ‘official’ voice flowed over the system. “This is Captain Yokoyama, we have a mid-level security situation on the ship. Internal sensors are picking up that someone from the kiddie-crew,” Shige winced where he sat. “picked something up and brought it on my ship. I am willing to not maroon the lot of you on the nearest planet if we can get this under wraps. If you’ve had sex or come in sexual contact with one of the newbies please report to the infirmary immediately. Doctor Koyama will see to you.” Shige heard the unspoken ‘with a big needle’ but it was implied so heavily he was almost certain that there were cadets across the ship pissing themselves.
Standing, Shige strode over to the comm.-system as the transmission ended with a jaunty ‘captain out’. “Koyama, status?” There was a tense silence before muffled laughter came through the line.
“The captain is an asshole.” Koyama’s smile was so heavy in his voice Shige could almost see it in his mind.
“You mean it’s fake?”
“Other than making every one of them scared of having sex? Completely fake.”
“The captain really is an asshole.” Shige agreed with a faint smile.
“Oh I have to go, there are people here to see me. Lots of them!”
Shige found the captain in his office, feet propped up on his desk, watching the feed from the infirmary on his screen. He was clearly enjoying their terror with a sadistic glee that really should worry Shige more. “That was low sir.” Shige stepped into the room and was treated with a wide and almost boyish smile that made his heart stutter funny in his chest.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Koyama told me.” Shige sat in the chair across from Yoko, flicking his eyes to the monitor where more and more cadets filtered into the infirmary and Koyama glided through them separating them into groups and practically handing out numbers as his nurses flitted to and fro like a flock of humming birds. Very well trained humming birds.
“Spoil sport.” He said it indulgently and Shige felt a fission of annoyance that Yoko would speak of anyone else like that, but it was hard to stay mad at Koyama the man was an empath and loving him always felt so damn easy. “You know they all had to filter through the infirmary at some point so Koyama could take a blood sample, this way I’d estimate at least three quarters of them will have to see him, and he won’t have too much trouble finding the rest.”
“Three quarters?” Shige stared at him blankly.
“Oh yeah, I remember the first night I was posted in a ship.” Yoko’s eyes practically shone and Shige flushed, looking away. “You were so totally part of the quarter that didn’t get laid.”
“That’s none of your business.”
“I’m so right.” Yoko smirked, “Oh look, one of them is crying.” Koyama was at her side before they could blink gesturing with fluttery arms and a wide reassuring smile.
“He’s all over that.” He commented, and Koyama really was in his element on the screen.
“It’s like sex for him, emotional outbursts.” Watching him comfort her and offer something to dry her tears Shige shook his head faintly.
“That’s really dirty.”
“When was the last time you got laid Officer Kato?” Dark eyes zeroed in on him and Shige as usual felt pinned by that gaze, heat suffusing his cheeks faster than he could will it down. “Well that certainly explains a lot.”
“Sir.” Shige seethed, “I’m a senior officer, it’s against regulation.”
“I see.” His facial expression didn’t change but his answer was blank. If Shige had been paying more attention to Yoko and not his own mortification he might have noticed. As it stood, it just wasn’t his day and so he stood quickly more than ready to retreat. He’d yet to win in anything tactical against the Captain, hell he’d yet to win at poker nights against him.
Chess, it was a possibility.
**
They were working on a survey mission, probing the limits of the farthest galaxy explored yet. A little further then comfortable from the nearest fleet ship, but that again was Yoko’s fault, there was more universe unfolding in the space in front of him and he like a child couldn’t simply turn back. That and god knows what kind of space-ass he was going to encounter next. No, Yoko wouldn’t turn that down, not if he could ‘further science’.
Whatever. Shige was only mildly bitchy about it today.
He was hanging out in engineering listening to Miyake prattle about minor adjustments to the plasma core while simultaneously bitching out Admiral Domoto (the one with the funny hair, Tsuyoshi, not to be confused with Koichi who was more known for his famous incident while he’d been a captain and had been forced to marry his then first officer, ending up in the other man taking his name in a fit of traditionalism and a whole lot of confusion when they both made Admiral) for not approving the retrofitting of Sumerian shielding to the new advanced hypercores. Shige had very little practical knowledge on the nuclear fusion engines, or how the increased shielding wouldn’t be too big on a power draw fromprimarysystemsifyoucanaccountforsuddenbursts of… something.
“Are you listening to me?”
Ears turning pink he suffered the glare from the older man, which just made his youthful face look even cuter if at all possible.
“Yes.” Miyake stared at him, one blink of long lashes. “Maybe.” Blink. “Okay, no.”
“As I was saying.” Then his com went off, two beeps that had him lifting his communicator to his mouth and preemptively cutting off another spew of technobabble.
“Yes Toma.”
“Officer Kato, report to the bridge immediately, we’ve picked up a transmission.”
“On my way.”
Shige offered a smile, but Miyake simply glared at him, probably able to see straight through his sincerity, or lack thereof.
“Status?” He asked Toma on the way in, and the communications officer blinked at him, tapping a few keys. “Can you understand it?”
“Of course I can.” He frowned a little, and then there was a whole lot of rapid typing and that frown right above his nose that made Shige smile a bit and remember staying up long nights building himself into a text-book fortress with Toma as they studied. “From what the computer understands it is a distress call.”
“Anything else?”
“Captain on the bridge.” One of the cadets called out, and the two snapped to attention, everyone else knew better then to stroke Yoko’s ego.
“At ease kids.” He called out, slouching down in his chair, “Toma play the message.”
“Here it is partially filtered sir.”
A video appeared on screen, a pretty man in a white room, he looked scared, eyes showing too much white, skin waxy he looked mostly human, high cheek bones and full lips, he had these huge dark glittering eyes, and a series of dark spots that curled down from his hair across his cheeks and down his neck.
“Any ship in … respond. Please.” His mouth moved but the words didn’t quite match through the translation system. “Land. Any ship in… respond. Please.” As it looped Toma made some more adjustments. “Any ship in the quadrant, we are in distress please respond.”
“Sounds like a mission.” Of course it had to be some space babe. It was always a space babe. “Toma triangulate the position of the planet and rely it to Akanishi.”
“Yes sir.”
“What do you think?” Shige slid into his chair next to Yoko’s and the other man shrugged.
“No idea, but they look like they could use a hand.”
“Course charted.” Akanishi drawled.
“Well then, let’s go.”
Caltreen looked beautiful from space, and Shige paced the length of the bridge, Koyama was having a quiet break down in the corner and Yoko looked ready to do some serious damage.
“So you’re telling me they are holding him?”
“Yes.” The pretty man from the video looked even worse, a vivid purple bruise on his cheek, lanky hair fell greasy around his face and his lips were a vivid red smear across his too-pale face. He coughed a few times, looking only mildly put off by the flecks of blood, frowning at his sleeve before shuffling a little out of the way of the vid-screen and returning moments later.
“He’s the only one who can do it?”
“Yes.” There had been a plague, affecting a far-northern outpost at first, but quickly spreading through the nearest large city and threatening others. One of the original doctors, a Satoshi, had developed a cure, one that could be the saving grace of their population. Koyama had begged them to let him beam down, that he could do something, they had already lost forty doctors the lot of them succumbing quickly to the sickness. Both Yoko and Matsumoto, their contact, refused.
“Any idea where we can find him?” Yoko grinned, but it was mirthless, all dark intent and Shige prayed that they found this Satoshi alive or all hell would break loose.
“Yes.” Matsumoto’s grin matched Yoko’s his plush red lips looking deadly. Their allies had taken the scientist and his work on the cure, while the Caltreens couldn’t stage a rescue without risk of contaminating other planets.
“Well then, we will just have to bring him home for you. Akanishi?”
“Receiving telemetry.”
“Pull out of orbit when ready, call everyone to battle stations.”
“Sir?” Shige blinked, already reaching for his communications even as spoke.
“Just in case.” Shige didn’t believe him for a minute, but did it anyways.
**
“Give us back the scientist and we will release your captain.” The man, his ears sticking out awkwardly, ending in curving points give Shige a once-over from bottomless, iris-less black eyes.
“No.” Shige said calmly, his own back straight in the captain’s chair, and the Mnarian smiled, a wicked curve of his thin lips.
“Well then we shall just have to proceed with the test on him now wont we?” They had managed to find out where the scientist was being kept, and even got a strike team together to extract him. That’s about when things went bad. All Shige had been able to hear in those tense minutes over the channel was Massu’s heavy breathing as he dragged Satoshi through the underground facility, occasionally barking orders at his men. They had long been separated from Yoko at that point.
Shige tried hard to look indifferent, arching an eyebrow at the man. “What good would come from that?”
“He’ll stop kicking my scientists.” Shige tried hard not to smile at that, he could imagine that Yoko was probably just about the worst prisoner ever, all smart-ass cocky attitude and heavy boots.
“How about we play it my way. Give him back or I will destroy you.” Almost proud of the way his voice sounded dark and even, not at all like he wanted to scream and shout at them to just give him back already.
“That would kill him as well.”
“I know which one he’d want me to do. Besides, then I get a promotion.” His counterpart snarled and cut the transmission and Shige let out a breath that had been momentarily caught in his throat. “Okay, I need options.” He looked around the bridge at the grim crew.
“Well there is the promotion to think about.” Akanishi said, and Toma snorted.
“Koyama to the bridge, Shige?” Ignoring them he pressed the button, the doctor’s voice a small comfort to him. “If you could come to the infirmary, we may have a plan.”
After hearing it, the plan having been concocted by Koyama whom didn’t have a strategic bone in his body (but could find them all blind folded), Massu (who’d been injured in the last extraction) and Satoshi who looked like he was dead on his feet the circles under his eyes were so deep, Shige decided that the plan was most defiantly a dumb one and way too risky. Yoko would have done it in a heartbeat.
“You’re sure the cure will work?”
“Nope.” Satoshi shook his head, blond hair stuck up in a crest over his forehead that didn’t move when he did. “But even if you die it will be more data for the trials.”
“Comforting.”
“I’ll do it.” Massu shrugged, but he was bruised and battered already and there wasn’t any way Shige was sending him out again, besides the moment he said it Koyama sputtered and everyone was well aware that in this domain Koyama was lord and ruler.
“You will not. You’re in no shape.” Fluttering hands and wide eyes accompanied the outburst.
“No one said we will be doing anything like that, the plan is seriously stupid.” Shige hiss and Satoshi shrugged his thin shoulders. “You do realize you will be killing three hundred and fifty people on that base?”
“More data.” Another shrug.
“Shige.” Koyama bit his lip, and really how had the gentle doctor even help come up with a strategy that sounded like a page out of Yoko’s book ‘kill them until they are all dead’. “Come here.” With a frown he let himself be drawn into the other man’s embrace, grown first officers shouldn’t need hugs, it was against regulation or something, but Koyama’s arms felt good around him. “You love him Shige, I can feel it and it hurts.”
“Do not.” He whispered back fiercely, going pale at the thought that Koyama knew.
“You can’t lie to me. Now, you need him, and I need him. We all need him. Shige, he loves you too.” Fingers tightened in his jacket and Koyama took a shaky breath, totally the worst pep talk ever. “Please, just do something to get him back.”
“I’ll try.”
Prying Koyama from his shoulders, he found the other man’s narrow eyes suspiciously wet, Massu and Satoshi both were looking like this whole hugging thing was perfectly normal, and for Satoshi maybe it was, he was alien after all, but Massu had no excuse. He cleared his throat and that got him a hopeful look that he ignored. His mind was buzzing in about a million different directions, heart wanting to go on way, but he needed to at least try and play this one by the book.
“Is Officer Masuda ready for light duties?”
“Yes.” Koyama frowned.
“Satoshi,” the doctor squinted at him, the same spots that marked Matsumoto vanishing under the high collar of his shirt and giving him something to look at besides the way his eyes bore into Shige’s head. “You’re saying this weaponized version of the sickness will be a hundred percent fatal no matter what, in a matter of minutes. But the cure you’re not so sure about?”
“That’s about right.”
“So we’ll need to get him in beaming range before we release the gas. Any ideas?”
“Release the weapon. Using Massu and my own intelligence beam into the facility and grab the captain, beam them to the zero-gravity room with the aerosol cure that would be the highest chance for survival.”
“There has to be a way to do this without killing them all.” He reasoned, because that was something that he just couldn’t justify. They could infiltrate the facility from outside so as not to alert them and grab the captain, then beam out. Difficult, but without the 350 head count?
“They knowingly assisted in the attempted genocide of my whole planet, how many have died to you think while they had me?” Satoshi looked him straight in the eyes and the absent-minded stare was gone, intensity shone within along with a steely resolve. “I want them dead. All of them. I am prepared to do it with your Captain still in the facility.”
“Shige!” Koyama pleaded and he swallowed. He could almost hear Yoko in the corner, ‘Pussy, you know you want to do it.’ he’d say with that infuriating smirk, even if this whole thing was way beyond fucked up and not covered in standard operating procedure. If he didn’t do something he wouldn’t ever see that stupid smirk again.
“Yeah, okay. Koyama, inform Miyake on the plan, we’re going to need the transporters on max. Satoshi, do you have a delivery system for this thing?”
“I set it to remote before you came to get me.” Apparently Satoshi wouldn’t be satisfied until they were all very dead.
“Then we’re a go.”
~~
His breath caught in his throat, the air too cold too suddenly as he was beamed to the surface the winter air of the planet quickly nipping at exposed skin, and chilling the cold sweat that broke out while he was waiting to be beamed. Okay, so he was scared.
Scratch that, he was terrified. After all he had left Akanishi in charge of the Odyssey, with Koyama sobbing on his arm despite the fact that he had thought of the plan himself. Left Akanishi in charge of a ship full of cadets, which was just wrong and bad on so many levels he didn’t have words for it. When he wasn’t on a suicide mission to save his rather dubious love life, he was going to write the doctor up for psychological evaluation and maybe see about finding a new less taciturn pilot. Then he was going to add himself to that list because obviously he was completely insane.
He took another sharp breath, stinging his throat. His back was pressed against the cold metal of the door, a small bomb already connected to the locking device. Once the gas was released he had less than three minutes to find the captain, his air tank giving him only a minute advantage over everyone else. Pulse thundering too loud in his veins and breath coming in quick shallow pants that would have him giving in to the sickness faster than necessary as the seconds. “Keep it together Officer Kato.” He whispered to himself harshly. The sound of his own deep baritone a comfort in the few heartbeats before everyone started dying. It happened pretty much as Satoshi outlined briefly to him while he suited up, screaming, anguished cries of pain that echoed through the halls.
Shige was off, the door blew with a muffled thump and he was leaping out of hiding and pushing through the heavy steel, shouldering his way though on adrenaline alone. There was a man just down the hall to the left, clinging to the wall and taking deep gasping breaths, Shige ignored him, a siren starting a sad sounding wail, the lights in the facility going red. ‘Virus containment breach’ echoed in the constantly monotone voice of a computer.
By the time he hit the right hallway the air was starting to physically burn his lungs, corrosively tearing away at the flesh and cartilage of his trachea. The next door took a swift kick that nearly sent him into a heap on the floor as the world tilted like that time the ship’s inertial dampeners failed. Gritting his teeth against it Shige staggered through, mentally checking off the seconds as they passed, cataloging all the way that his body was shutting down as it happened with a detached sort of horror. It was a little further, when his throat really started to burn, acid working its way down into his chest, the next door opened when he hit a bunch of keys on the computer at once, vision beginning to go blurry. And there, in a mess of black and white, pink lips still a ridiculous blob on his face was Yoko, curled in on himself on the floor gasping with a wet sound.
“Akanishi.” He croaked, voice cracking and spit and blood flecking his lips. There was a moment when nothing happened. Light flashed, the transporters locking on himself and the captain, and the curious sense of displacement as he was deconstructed and then reconstructed on the ship.
He screamed, this wasn’t any better at all, floating in nothingness, beads of moisture on his skin and burning. Everything was so sharp and so painful, he tried desperately to curl in on himself, vocal chords so raw that they just cracked and cut out all together. Not too long after that Shige passed out.
Fingers prodded his neck, running up his jaw and too his ears. He flinched away from them; his skin still feeling like it had been rubbed down with sand paper. “Shhh, relax.” Koyama’s voice filtered through the cotton in his head. “You took quite a bit of damage before you got out. In fact, you should sleep more.” Without managing to the gather the strength to voice a protest a mask was being pressed over his face and he was sliding under again.
The next time Shige woke up he was ready to get the name of the space ship that landed on his head. Relatively speaking he was feeling much better. He was also all alone.
“You awake?” A rough-as-gravel voice to his left, and if his voice was still there he might have shrieked.
“No.” He barely managed; a harsh whisper of sound from lips that were still too dry.
“Didn’t think so.” Rather unfairly, Yoko actually sounded kind of chipper.
“Koyama?”
“Gone.”
“Bastard.” Shige said with feeling, he could really seriously use some of the good meds right about now.
“Agreed.”
Shige settled back into an exhausted slump. Almost dying really took a lot out of a guy; Yoko seemed to agree because the conversation went no further. Well out loud, in his head Shige was cursing the whole lineage of empathic deranged freaks that sired the tall doctor; he threw in a few choice insults about the man’s beloved cat just to round it out. He was getting into the shortcomings of the rest of the nursing staff in reverse alphabetical order when Yoko chose to speak again.
“So either you got caught too, or you saved me.” Shige snorted and it actually really hurt.
“Just shut up.” It felt empowering to say it.
“Fine.”
That was that. Somehow they were both alive, and okay, it wasn’t the most by the book rescue. More like someone had looked at this book, and found the ‘how not to rescue’ someone and did it that way. It terrified him and at the same time felt sort of exhilarated at the same time. He chose not to really think about it.
At least until he had to submit his report on how they helped one spacey scientist kill a whole base full of people. With that thought firmly in mind Shige allowed himself to fall asleep again.
When he woke again it was to one of the cadet nurses moving around the infirmary. “Koyama?”
“The doctor is still on the planet assisting.”
“Who gave that order?” Shige was pretty sure he forbade Koyama from doing that before he left, and Yoko even before that.
“Standing Captain Akanishi.” Of course, Akanishi wouldn’t think twice about rescinding any of his orders.
“Yoko?”
“Returned to his quarters to recover. If you’re feeling better we can have you moved as well.”
“Please.” He nodded at the young nurse and she smiled back widely, a pretty flush on her face. Well there was that.
~~
Things took awhile to calm down, the reports were in, but they stayed in orbit above Caltreen helping with the inoculation of the populous, and clean up after the epidemic. Slowly Shige got his strength back, voice still scratchy and with a persisting cough. It was like getting over a cold actually. He wasn’t sad to see Satoshi go, the little scientist made him nervous. His beady little black eyes and constant rambling about fishing was just creepy when contrasted with the man who methodically set up the downfall of the Treble base.
It was his last official day of sick leave; he’d negotiated the number down with Koyama who’d kicked up a huge fuss about the whole thing, pulling out his ‘scary doctor voice’. At that point even Yoko had cut his losses and copulated.
The chime on his door went off and Shige marked his spot on the book he was reading, placing his computer off to the side. Nakamaru, the counselor, we due to report back to him later seeing as some of the cadets were not only adjusting to the ship badly, but word of the mission had spread fast. Expecting to the find the small man he was completely and totally shocked to be up close and face-to-face with none other than Captain Yokoyama. He just barely managed to clamp his lips down on the undignified noise that threatened to escape.
“Can I come in?”
“You may.” Shige moved back towards his desk, he had been confined to his bed for a long portion of the recovery, and then had handled his work from his quarters. Yoko looked good, there was still some faint bruising on his face faded yellow smudges just under his pale skin, nothing outward to show that he had barely been alive when they beamed back to the ship. The swagger in his step was even sort of reassuring, it nicely overlaid the image he had of him in those moments before his world had been reduced to weightless pain and acid peeling his skin from his bones, followed by a prompt flaying of his muscle. In hindsight, why had they failed to mention that the cure would hurt so damn much? He would have to make a memo about being appropriately pissed about that, later when Yoko wasn’t looking at him with that squinty sort of stare usually reserved for ‘and what did you say this dish was made of?’
“You’ve got that constipated look that says ‘I’m thinking too damn hard’.” Well fair’s fair, but Shige preferred the way he named Yoko’s faces. “So spill.” Shige figured his glare spoke loud enough to cover anything he didn’t feel like putting into words. “Are you going to emo-angst over the decision?”
“Those are hardly the words Nakamaru used.” Shige couldn’t stop the small twitch of his lips even as he tried.
“Nakamaru is a pansy.” Oddly Shige didn’t feel the need to argue the point with him; that and he probably means it in the most endearing way. Probably. “Do you need more medical leave?”
“No.” He answer was probably too quick, lacking in weight.
“You gave the order that killed three hundred and fifty one people Kato.” He hoped there was a purpose in this and Yoko wasn’t just displaying his capacity for being a major asshole. There wasn’t really anything to say to that, his teeth snapping shut with a click against the stream of babble he needed to release. ‘It was your own damn fault. If you weren’t so fast and loose with your own damn life I wouldn’t need to do these things for you.’ Nakamaru had taken a whole lot of notes on that rant, nodding his fluffy head absently, doing nothing but absorbing Shige’s verbal barrage. That memory allowed him the strength to bite his tongue now and defiantly meet the older man’s eyes. Finally Yoko just shrugged, one shoulder rising higher than the other. “You also saved my life.” It was Shige’s turn to shrug, like his heart wasn’t beating faster just thinking about the whole situation. Memory flooding his system with adrenaline, Yoko watching him with a slight frown on his lips. “I guess. What I mean is thanks, you’re not really as bad as I thought.”
That apparently is the end of the ‘feelings’ portion of the day and Shige isn’t surprised, wired, scared, annoyed, and angry yes, surprised no. The easy answer would be ‘you’d do the same.’ But he still couldn’t manage to get the words out.
“I’ll tell Nakamaru that you’ve not gone batshit and can come back to work tomorrow.” Internally Shige took back every nice thing he’d ever said about the other man. “I expect you on the bridge all bright eyed full of enthusiasm and telling me exactly how many regulations we broke tomorrow morning at 0-800 hours.” He stood with a stretch that was too casual to be real and a smirk worthy of his ‘exit line’ “I’m going to want the subsections too.”
Shige was on his feet before he knew what he was planning, a fuzzy outline in his mind of a man pushed too far, of being forced to watch more than once as Yoko did something spectacularly dumb and put himself in jeopardy. He took them both by surprise when he grabbed the other man’s arm, stopping him in his tracks. “Five.”
“What?” Yoko turned, eyes slightly shocked by Shige’s forwardness, lips parted slightly in question.
“Five.” Shige repeated and pressed his lips to the corner of Yoko’s mouth, shocking, forcing them both still breathing in each other’s air. It was a stalemate for a few moments, both of them too stunned that Shige was the one to make the first move after all this time. Yoko turned his head into the kiss, meeting still lips with his own, heat and something tighter curling fast and hard in Shige’s belly. Those lips felt like he imagined they would, soft and warm against his own, the taste under his tongue almost sweet in essence. A thrill worked its way down his spine, working its way from his cervical vertebrae to his tailbone and spreading like fire in his stomach twisting the whole thing up into a mass of nerves. “Six.” He said breathlessly and Yoko laughed, his smile curving against Shige’s cheek; it felt more intimate then Yoko’s tongue against his lips.
“That’s enough for a court martial.” And when did those words start to sound hot? Probably when it started to sound worth it. “I didn’t think you’d ever get the balls to act.”
“Fuck you.” Shige hissed, tugging at the other man’s shoulders so he could pull him down into another kiss, this one every bit as heated as the last. Shige poured months of loathing and anger into it, biting at full lips, licking and sucking to sooth the skin. They hit the desk, Shige’s hip bouncing off the corner with enough force to make him flinch, biting down on that full bottom lip hard and Yoko groaned into his mouth, hands pressing lower on his back. The next thing they hit was his chair, Yoko kicked it tipping them precariously to the left and they had to pull apart or risk further bodily harm.
Yoko shifted, the buttons of his uniform slipping undone under quick flicks of his fingers, revealing the black sleeveless top he wore under the black jacket. He paused watching Shige watching him, then watching as blood flooded the skin of his face making it glow in the lighting. Looking at Shige peevishly, “You’re not really a virgin are you?” he asked.
“What? No.” Shige glared at him and Yoko just smiled back, teasing at the hem of his shirt with just the tips of his fingers, he tried to stare at that annoying smirk in defiance but he was being distracted by flashes of pale skin.
“Are you going to pussy out now?”
“Are you this smooth all the time?” Shige snapped back and Yoko shrugged, using the motion to pull his undershirt off as well. His shoulders were just as pale as the flashes of his tummy, white skin that looked like cream, dark nipples and a cocky grin. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to punch him or start laving the curve where shoulder met neck with his tongue. Reacting to the taunt and the sight of so much pretty flesh on display he pulled off his own shirt, the long sleeved shirt hitting the floor. He’d fold it later.
Standing shirtless in his room with his commanding officer Shige suddenly realized that this really was a very bad idea. Epiphany hit too late and they were kissing again already, and now there was skin thrown into the mix, nails scratching down a rib cage and hungry fingers coiling around his throat, a thumb rubbing softly. Need flared hot against his skin, sex flush already working its way to the surface of his chest the more he got turned on. He could feel the outline of Yoko’s cock through his pants, thickening and pulsing against his hip. “Oh god.” Shige breathed to the skin behind Yoko’s ear, fingers working at the clasp of his pants already.
“Heh.” The clasp came undone, pants slipping to the curve of his hipbones, lips pressing fire against his shoulder. It had been so long since he last got laid, and Yoko’s chest felt so good pressed against his own, the skin of his flanks every bit as soft and silken as it looked.
His pants were lost in a bit of a flurry, kicking until the managed a pool on the floor, his briefs meeting them shortly, and giving Shige inadequate time to mount a proper counter attack. Which is the only reason he was the one face down on the bed over Yoko’s knee and gripping the sheets and moaning like a porn star as slick fingers worked him open. Tactical error. That was all, Shige arched his spine and Yoko’s fingers obligingly slipped a little deeper forcing a sharp moan from Shige’s bitten lips. His toes caught on the sheets, giving him just enough leverage to push back into the hands on his ass. That got him a throaty chuckle, and a flick of the wrist that actually made him shake and shudder, throwing his head back and riding the knife edge of orgasm missing that last shove to push him over.
“Oh, that was hot.” Yoko pressed a kiss to his slick shoulder blade while Shige drooped where he was over one of Yoko’s legs. He was still breathing hard, but since the fingers were gone he was no longer in danger of being pulled inside out while he came so hard his eyeballs burst. “You really like that, don’t you?” He could barely get his breathing to go smoothly, let alone string words together. His skin was burning and he’d never felt so wrecked before, not without anyone’s hand physically on his dick. Not that he would complain about that, he needed the brain cells that the heat building in his body was killing off.
“Yoko.” He managed, wigging so that his dick was being pressed up against his thigh, digging his toes into the bed so he could manage to wriggle better, contemplating if it would be worth it to untangle his fingers from the sheets to reach down there. “Do something or I’ll do it myself.” That got him a small laugh.
“I’d like to see you try.” Shige was thinking of the quickest way to get off when hands on his hips heaved and shoved, and he was being rolled off. A messy tangle of limbs and Yoko’s lips on the inside of his elbow found him on his back looking down at the messy hair of his commanding officer as he press a series of small nips to the ridges of his rib cage. Shige sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth when hands parted his thighs, fingers dancing over thin and sensitive skin. One of his pillows got shoved under his hips tilting them up and Shige memoed himself to be annoyed about that too later. Later.
Fingers twined with his, and like that smiled pressed against his cheek it made his heart thunder, their joined hands pressed to the bed, Yoko was watching, as he used his free hand to guide himself to Shige’s hole. The pressure was something else, and Shige twisted as much as the position would let him, groaning through clenched teeth. He’d almost forgotten about this part, where for what seemed like unending moments his whole being was focused on a feeling of ‘wrong’ thick cock pushing into him. “That’s it, take it.” Gravel rough voice threading just behind the thunder of his pulse in his ears and Shige felt himself relax against the intrusion. “Oh fuck that’s perfect.”
Yoko’s face flushed with his arousal, pink highlighting his cheeks and pretty lips going slack. Dark messy hair fell in soft sweeps across his forehead. And just maybe Shige can understand why the politicians and captains of all the worlds they had been too had been willing to bend their rules for this man. Why he made Shige so crazy. Then Yoko was shifting his hips and Shige wasn’t thinking about anything anymore just the slick glide of Yoko and him moving together. Babbling incoherently he pulled Yoko down towards him, lips moving and seeking even before he was in range. It was less of kiss and more of tongue slithering out and bumping and brushing against each other forcing the two of them to bend and curl to manage even that much.
“Harder.” Shige moaned, digging his heels into yielding muscle and Yoko pushed his legs higher so he could bite the curve of Shige’s cheek.
“Bossy.” He admonished, but lifted back so he wasn’t smothering Shige with the waves of heat that rolled off his body, settling his weight better on his knees and leaning back to change the angle he shifted his hips, rolling them in a smooth and tight circle. Shige yelled, clawing at the sheets with both hands and tossing his head. It felt like Yoko was stroking his dick from the inside out, pressure and friction all just on the good side of too much and it was exploding behind his eyes like tiny supernovas.
That sensation was building again, a threatening tsunami just off the coast and Shige was clinging to the bed as the position put Yoko out of clinging range. He managed to pull his right hand away so he could wrap it around his own cock, and if they were supernovas before, they were the damn event horizon of a black hole now, dark and all consuming. He was whining and moaning, begging and cursing at the same time as he pushing himself closer and closer to orgasm. It still came as a bit of a surprise when it hit, for a moment everything was perfectohgodyes and then he was moaning and shuddering, splattering his hand and abdomen with sticky wetness. Yoko grunted, shifting his angle and moving faster thrusting harder into the added resistance.
Still reeling from the chemical cocktail of endorphins marinating his brain Shige narrowed his eyes and watched the form of Captain Yokoyama Yu fucking him. It was wrong on so many levels and so good that his whole body was singing with it.
“Ah, there.” Yoko hissed from between his teeth, eyes fluttering closed as he shivered and made this soft sort of mewling sound. His orgasm didn’t seem nearly as earth-shattering as Shige’s own and he wondered absently if he should be offended. The flush on his cheeks was so pretty and he hung there, breathing fast as sweat cooled across his shoulders, Shige smiled a bit to himself, feeling silly but unable to stop it.
More or less cleaned up, and Shige had been right Yoko snorted with a fond grin on his face when he just had to stop and fold all the clothes that landed on the floor, they were curled on his bed. He felt sore and used and utterly content with the state of the universe for the next hour at least and Yoko was resting his head on Shige’s stomach, pressing their knees together with the way he curled around Shige’s hip. “I’ve always thought if you were going to break a rule make it worth it, or at least memorable.”
Shige sputtered, eyes flashing in anger as he raised himself up on his elbows so he could look down at those big eyes that were blinking up at him. “You. Of all the stupid misguided ideas, is that why you’ve been endangering us all along?”
“No.” Yoko huffed, having the audacity to pout, lip still swollen where Shige had bit it, and he found he was totally weak for that.
“While we are on the topic of your dumb habits, you know this means no more intergalactic manwhoring for you.” Shige really should have expected the pillow he got in the face for that remark.
Pairing/Groups: Yokoyama Yu/Kato Shige
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex and dubious sci-fi.
Notes: Because some days I really do watch too much tv.
Summary: 'Kirk never had to deal with this shit.' First Officer Kato aboard the Odyssey lives his life by regulations quite happily until one day he doesn’t.
Sometimes Shige missed the main observational deck of the commercial ship he used to work on, there wasn’t much of a tactical advantage of having one on a military ship, and so he was stuck looking out some of the smaller windows. The galaxy spread out in front of him like he could reach out and touch it, stars and clusters twinkling in the distance. There was a long range sensor room for holographicaly plotting their position in relative galaxies, but somehow it wasn’t the same inky blackness of deep space, which sometimes made him shiver and sometimes just gave him a nice place to think. Nothing but energy based beings could live out there; his own carbon based existence would be ripped to shreds by exposure. Sometimes it made him want to run and hide.
“You’re up late.” A drawl and complaint mixed in one. It was really this man who made him fear space him and his stupid risky ways.
“Without a sun ‘late’ is irrelevant.” Shige snapped on auto.
“Right. “ With the same sort of derisive snort that in turn turned Shige on and made him go cross-eyed with annoyance at once. “Anyways, according to the roster you’ve worked your full shift hours ago.”
“I know.” He refused to turn. He knew from memory that Yoko was stunning in the starlight, pale face thrown into shadow and the light playing tricks with the angles of his body. Best to not look at all if he couldn’t touch.
“Get some sleep, and report to my office tomorrow, we’ll need to go over inventory for accepting the kids.”
“Cadets.” Shige corrected automatically, fully aware that Yoko would indeed refer to them as kids. To their faces.
“Whatever.”
“Sir.” Shige narrowed his eyes, all the indignation of one who has been put upon by Yoko’s flippant attitude for far too long.
“Just be sure to adjust the training room manifests accordingly. Dismissed.”
“Yes Captain.”
Shige figured that hitting his head off the super-solid state glass holding space out would probably be a bad idea, and that he needed a better hiding spot from their illustrious leader.
Back in his own quarters, uniform hitting the floor in a un-regulation pile for all of a rebellious three minutes as Shige brushed his teeth, he folded it crisply and set it down on the chair. It wasn’t that he didn’t like his commanding officer, it was that well he hated him. A lot. Yoko was about anti-regulation as you got and sometimes he wondered what he had done to anger someone in the top brass to be landed here. He once screamed like a woman when this thing that looked like a unicorn popped out of nowhere on an uninhabited planet they were surveying. Which had set Shige off, and Massu had simply stopped and stared at the thing. He named it ‘marshmallow’ before either senior officer could stop him.
So not protocol.
Still, there was something about Yoko, something intangible, like a pheromone that rose off his skin intoxicating and sweet. It called to Shige, made him stand up at attention in more than one way when Yoko strolled onto the bridge all bed hair and pouting lips. So Shige effectively hated him. Hated the way he could feel the heat from Yoko’s hand hovering at his lower back when they stood too close, lips too close to his ear complaining softly when they were suffering peace talks together. It made him want to do something radical, scream and throw things, maybe grab him and kiss him, anything to ease the pressure building in his chest. Still those lips should be classified as a weapon of their own, it wasn’t his fault he was weak to them.
Half the damn universe was weak to them. He’d stumbled in on more than one guide, after all was said and done, leaning heavily against some alcove or another and Yoko getting his crisp white pants all dirty as he knelt, mouth open wide and lips more vivid and pornographic than ever. He could feel his dick twitching in his pants just thinking about it, blood pulsing faster through his head and settling low in his stomach, heat suffusing his skin. Full cheeks hollowing around the thick cock pushing into his mouth, long girlish lashes resting against smooth cheekbones, Shige had frozen in the doorway at the time, completely stunned. They were in the god damn temple and Yoko tipped forward following as the guy tried to pull his cock back to thrust, moaning deeply like he was hungry for it. That was about as long as Shige stayed, but his imagination didn’t have any trouble filling in the rest.
Hands holding Yoko’s non-regulation hair, dark curls twining about the long digits, the people of Altair were basically humanoid, but with porn-star quality dicks and freaky goat eyes. Choosing to ignore their odd facial features Shige’s mind stayed on that dick pressing relentless against his captain’s mouth, stretching his jaw wide and making him take it. Shige grunted, shifting his hips into his fist as he got closer and closer to orgasm. A little twist of his hand, the palm of the opposite hand rubbing across the sensitive head in tight circles that had him drawing in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. His fantasy playing in vivid colour behind his eyelids, the flush on Yoko’s pale face, the rise of his own dick outlined in white uniform pants, one of his big hands pressing and rubbing against the bulge.
Pressing his heels into the ground he fucked his hand faster, scene blurring and dulling as his spin stiffened and his breath stopped for a moment, then everything was leaving in a rush, a long low whine accompanied a splash of sticky wet against his fingers, drawing out wave after wave until there was nothing left.
Yoko would probably spit.
Hours on duty finally caught up to him and Shige felt limp and lazy, contemplated for a whole rebellious minute not getting up to get clean and brush his teeth. That didn’t last too long, even on nights he’d crawled back to his dorm drunk as a skunk and all but hugging the toilet he still brushed his teeth before bed. It was a rule.
Shige eventually collapsed into a deep sleep the curtains that allowed deep space to crawl into his room wide open. He wouldn’t know what hit him in the coming weeks.
~~
“God, they are greener then you.” Yoko sat in a slouch in the captain’s chair, internal security feeding him images of the cadets that were all loading their meager possessions off the transport in the hanger bay. Shige rolled his eyes; Yoko had called him ‘Officer Cucumber’ for months after he first arrived with his shiny new officer’s badge. While he no longer compared his first officer to produce Yoko would still rib him about having the numbers of every protocol and law memorized, and about where he could be hiding his flash cards. Like there was a whole lot of room on their tight uniforms, but that was a different matter all together. That and he refused to tell, but he did know all of the numbers.
“They are going to graduate next cycle.”
“Green; like broccoli.” Yoko said with grave decisiveness that he usually saved for ‘we will need to blow up the whole planet.’ Toma snorted from his station as communications officer, and Koyama cracked a smile, he was lounging in Shige’s chair watching the proceedings and forcing Shige to stand. You were supposed to give up your seat for women and stuff, Koyama was as close to woman as one could get without a vagina, but seeing as he had never actually seen the anatomy of a Velrian, he couldn’t be sure Koyama didn’t have one.
“Very green sir.” Massu agreed, leaning one hip against the main command consol. He pursed plump lips in a thin line, a smirk pulling at the sheer pinkness (Shige thought it was an affront to the universe that everyone who served on this ship was stupidly and ridiculously pretty). “We’re going to have to fuck with them.”
“Agreed.” Yoko nodded, smirking like the devil himself. Koyama giggled, probably getting off on the spike of emotion that filled the room. Shige was relieved it wasn’t him down there and his frosh month was more or less long over.
They made it a whole two days before whatever the senior staff were planning came to fruition, Shige had no idea what was going on so he was sitting in his office going over the repair reports from the lower decks that had been damaged when they were forced too close to a gamma buster from the next solar system over. The ship-wide alarm went off, followed by the intercom, Yoko’s ‘official’ voice flowed over the system. “This is Captain Yokoyama, we have a mid-level security situation on the ship. Internal sensors are picking up that someone from the kiddie-crew,” Shige winced where he sat. “picked something up and brought it on my ship. I am willing to not maroon the lot of you on the nearest planet if we can get this under wraps. If you’ve had sex or come in sexual contact with one of the newbies please report to the infirmary immediately. Doctor Koyama will see to you.” Shige heard the unspoken ‘with a big needle’ but it was implied so heavily he was almost certain that there were cadets across the ship pissing themselves.
Standing, Shige strode over to the comm.-system as the transmission ended with a jaunty ‘captain out’. “Koyama, status?” There was a tense silence before muffled laughter came through the line.
“The captain is an asshole.” Koyama’s smile was so heavy in his voice Shige could almost see it in his mind.
“You mean it’s fake?”
“Other than making every one of them scared of having sex? Completely fake.”
“The captain really is an asshole.” Shige agreed with a faint smile.
“Oh I have to go, there are people here to see me. Lots of them!”
Shige found the captain in his office, feet propped up on his desk, watching the feed from the infirmary on his screen. He was clearly enjoying their terror with a sadistic glee that really should worry Shige more. “That was low sir.” Shige stepped into the room and was treated with a wide and almost boyish smile that made his heart stutter funny in his chest.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Koyama told me.” Shige sat in the chair across from Yoko, flicking his eyes to the monitor where more and more cadets filtered into the infirmary and Koyama glided through them separating them into groups and practically handing out numbers as his nurses flitted to and fro like a flock of humming birds. Very well trained humming birds.
“Spoil sport.” He said it indulgently and Shige felt a fission of annoyance that Yoko would speak of anyone else like that, but it was hard to stay mad at Koyama the man was an empath and loving him always felt so damn easy. “You know they all had to filter through the infirmary at some point so Koyama could take a blood sample, this way I’d estimate at least three quarters of them will have to see him, and he won’t have too much trouble finding the rest.”
“Three quarters?” Shige stared at him blankly.
“Oh yeah, I remember the first night I was posted in a ship.” Yoko’s eyes practically shone and Shige flushed, looking away. “You were so totally part of the quarter that didn’t get laid.”
“That’s none of your business.”
“I’m so right.” Yoko smirked, “Oh look, one of them is crying.” Koyama was at her side before they could blink gesturing with fluttery arms and a wide reassuring smile.
“He’s all over that.” He commented, and Koyama really was in his element on the screen.
“It’s like sex for him, emotional outbursts.” Watching him comfort her and offer something to dry her tears Shige shook his head faintly.
“That’s really dirty.”
“When was the last time you got laid Officer Kato?” Dark eyes zeroed in on him and Shige as usual felt pinned by that gaze, heat suffusing his cheeks faster than he could will it down. “Well that certainly explains a lot.”
“Sir.” Shige seethed, “I’m a senior officer, it’s against regulation.”
“I see.” His facial expression didn’t change but his answer was blank. If Shige had been paying more attention to Yoko and not his own mortification he might have noticed. As it stood, it just wasn’t his day and so he stood quickly more than ready to retreat. He’d yet to win in anything tactical against the Captain, hell he’d yet to win at poker nights against him.
Chess, it was a possibility.
**
They were working on a survey mission, probing the limits of the farthest galaxy explored yet. A little further then comfortable from the nearest fleet ship, but that again was Yoko’s fault, there was more universe unfolding in the space in front of him and he like a child couldn’t simply turn back. That and god knows what kind of space-ass he was going to encounter next. No, Yoko wouldn’t turn that down, not if he could ‘further science’.
Whatever. Shige was only mildly bitchy about it today.
He was hanging out in engineering listening to Miyake prattle about minor adjustments to the plasma core while simultaneously bitching out Admiral Domoto (the one with the funny hair, Tsuyoshi, not to be confused with Koichi who was more known for his famous incident while he’d been a captain and had been forced to marry his then first officer, ending up in the other man taking his name in a fit of traditionalism and a whole lot of confusion when they both made Admiral) for not approving the retrofitting of Sumerian shielding to the new advanced hypercores. Shige had very little practical knowledge on the nuclear fusion engines, or how the increased shielding wouldn’t be too big on a power draw fromprimarysystemsifyoucanaccountforsuddenbursts of… something.
“Are you listening to me?”
Ears turning pink he suffered the glare from the older man, which just made his youthful face look even cuter if at all possible.
“Yes.” Miyake stared at him, one blink of long lashes. “Maybe.” Blink. “Okay, no.”
“As I was saying.” Then his com went off, two beeps that had him lifting his communicator to his mouth and preemptively cutting off another spew of technobabble.
“Yes Toma.”
“Officer Kato, report to the bridge immediately, we’ve picked up a transmission.”
“On my way.”
Shige offered a smile, but Miyake simply glared at him, probably able to see straight through his sincerity, or lack thereof.
“Status?” He asked Toma on the way in, and the communications officer blinked at him, tapping a few keys. “Can you understand it?”
“Of course I can.” He frowned a little, and then there was a whole lot of rapid typing and that frown right above his nose that made Shige smile a bit and remember staying up long nights building himself into a text-book fortress with Toma as they studied. “From what the computer understands it is a distress call.”
“Anything else?”
“Captain on the bridge.” One of the cadets called out, and the two snapped to attention, everyone else knew better then to stroke Yoko’s ego.
“At ease kids.” He called out, slouching down in his chair, “Toma play the message.”
“Here it is partially filtered sir.”
A video appeared on screen, a pretty man in a white room, he looked scared, eyes showing too much white, skin waxy he looked mostly human, high cheek bones and full lips, he had these huge dark glittering eyes, and a series of dark spots that curled down from his hair across his cheeks and down his neck.
“Any ship in … respond. Please.” His mouth moved but the words didn’t quite match through the translation system. “Land. Any ship in… respond. Please.” As it looped Toma made some more adjustments. “Any ship in the quadrant, we are in distress please respond.”
“Sounds like a mission.” Of course it had to be some space babe. It was always a space babe. “Toma triangulate the position of the planet and rely it to Akanishi.”
“Yes sir.”
“What do you think?” Shige slid into his chair next to Yoko’s and the other man shrugged.
“No idea, but they look like they could use a hand.”
“Course charted.” Akanishi drawled.
“Well then, let’s go.”
Caltreen looked beautiful from space, and Shige paced the length of the bridge, Koyama was having a quiet break down in the corner and Yoko looked ready to do some serious damage.
“So you’re telling me they are holding him?”
“Yes.” The pretty man from the video looked even worse, a vivid purple bruise on his cheek, lanky hair fell greasy around his face and his lips were a vivid red smear across his too-pale face. He coughed a few times, looking only mildly put off by the flecks of blood, frowning at his sleeve before shuffling a little out of the way of the vid-screen and returning moments later.
“He’s the only one who can do it?”
“Yes.” There had been a plague, affecting a far-northern outpost at first, but quickly spreading through the nearest large city and threatening others. One of the original doctors, a Satoshi, had developed a cure, one that could be the saving grace of their population. Koyama had begged them to let him beam down, that he could do something, they had already lost forty doctors the lot of them succumbing quickly to the sickness. Both Yoko and Matsumoto, their contact, refused.
“Any idea where we can find him?” Yoko grinned, but it was mirthless, all dark intent and Shige prayed that they found this Satoshi alive or all hell would break loose.
“Yes.” Matsumoto’s grin matched Yoko’s his plush red lips looking deadly. Their allies had taken the scientist and his work on the cure, while the Caltreens couldn’t stage a rescue without risk of contaminating other planets.
“Well then, we will just have to bring him home for you. Akanishi?”
“Receiving telemetry.”
“Pull out of orbit when ready, call everyone to battle stations.”
“Sir?” Shige blinked, already reaching for his communications even as spoke.
“Just in case.” Shige didn’t believe him for a minute, but did it anyways.
**
“Give us back the scientist and we will release your captain.” The man, his ears sticking out awkwardly, ending in curving points give Shige a once-over from bottomless, iris-less black eyes.
“No.” Shige said calmly, his own back straight in the captain’s chair, and the Mnarian smiled, a wicked curve of his thin lips.
“Well then we shall just have to proceed with the test on him now wont we?” They had managed to find out where the scientist was being kept, and even got a strike team together to extract him. That’s about when things went bad. All Shige had been able to hear in those tense minutes over the channel was Massu’s heavy breathing as he dragged Satoshi through the underground facility, occasionally barking orders at his men. They had long been separated from Yoko at that point.
Shige tried hard to look indifferent, arching an eyebrow at the man. “What good would come from that?”
“He’ll stop kicking my scientists.” Shige tried hard not to smile at that, he could imagine that Yoko was probably just about the worst prisoner ever, all smart-ass cocky attitude and heavy boots.
“How about we play it my way. Give him back or I will destroy you.” Almost proud of the way his voice sounded dark and even, not at all like he wanted to scream and shout at them to just give him back already.
“That would kill him as well.”
“I know which one he’d want me to do. Besides, then I get a promotion.” His counterpart snarled and cut the transmission and Shige let out a breath that had been momentarily caught in his throat. “Okay, I need options.” He looked around the bridge at the grim crew.
“Well there is the promotion to think about.” Akanishi said, and Toma snorted.
“Koyama to the bridge, Shige?” Ignoring them he pressed the button, the doctor’s voice a small comfort to him. “If you could come to the infirmary, we may have a plan.”
After hearing it, the plan having been concocted by Koyama whom didn’t have a strategic bone in his body (but could find them all blind folded), Massu (who’d been injured in the last extraction) and Satoshi who looked like he was dead on his feet the circles under his eyes were so deep, Shige decided that the plan was most defiantly a dumb one and way too risky. Yoko would have done it in a heartbeat.
“You’re sure the cure will work?”
“Nope.” Satoshi shook his head, blond hair stuck up in a crest over his forehead that didn’t move when he did. “But even if you die it will be more data for the trials.”
“Comforting.”
“I’ll do it.” Massu shrugged, but he was bruised and battered already and there wasn’t any way Shige was sending him out again, besides the moment he said it Koyama sputtered and everyone was well aware that in this domain Koyama was lord and ruler.
“You will not. You’re in no shape.” Fluttering hands and wide eyes accompanied the outburst.
“No one said we will be doing anything like that, the plan is seriously stupid.” Shige hiss and Satoshi shrugged his thin shoulders. “You do realize you will be killing three hundred and fifty people on that base?”
“More data.” Another shrug.
“Shige.” Koyama bit his lip, and really how had the gentle doctor even help come up with a strategy that sounded like a page out of Yoko’s book ‘kill them until they are all dead’. “Come here.” With a frown he let himself be drawn into the other man’s embrace, grown first officers shouldn’t need hugs, it was against regulation or something, but Koyama’s arms felt good around him. “You love him Shige, I can feel it and it hurts.”
“Do not.” He whispered back fiercely, going pale at the thought that Koyama knew.
“You can’t lie to me. Now, you need him, and I need him. We all need him. Shige, he loves you too.” Fingers tightened in his jacket and Koyama took a shaky breath, totally the worst pep talk ever. “Please, just do something to get him back.”
“I’ll try.”
Prying Koyama from his shoulders, he found the other man’s narrow eyes suspiciously wet, Massu and Satoshi both were looking like this whole hugging thing was perfectly normal, and for Satoshi maybe it was, he was alien after all, but Massu had no excuse. He cleared his throat and that got him a hopeful look that he ignored. His mind was buzzing in about a million different directions, heart wanting to go on way, but he needed to at least try and play this one by the book.
“Is Officer Masuda ready for light duties?”
“Yes.” Koyama frowned.
“Satoshi,” the doctor squinted at him, the same spots that marked Matsumoto vanishing under the high collar of his shirt and giving him something to look at besides the way his eyes bore into Shige’s head. “You’re saying this weaponized version of the sickness will be a hundred percent fatal no matter what, in a matter of minutes. But the cure you’re not so sure about?”
“That’s about right.”
“So we’ll need to get him in beaming range before we release the gas. Any ideas?”
“Release the weapon. Using Massu and my own intelligence beam into the facility and grab the captain, beam them to the zero-gravity room with the aerosol cure that would be the highest chance for survival.”
“There has to be a way to do this without killing them all.” He reasoned, because that was something that he just couldn’t justify. They could infiltrate the facility from outside so as not to alert them and grab the captain, then beam out. Difficult, but without the 350 head count?
“They knowingly assisted in the attempted genocide of my whole planet, how many have died to you think while they had me?” Satoshi looked him straight in the eyes and the absent-minded stare was gone, intensity shone within along with a steely resolve. “I want them dead. All of them. I am prepared to do it with your Captain still in the facility.”
“Shige!” Koyama pleaded and he swallowed. He could almost hear Yoko in the corner, ‘Pussy, you know you want to do it.’ he’d say with that infuriating smirk, even if this whole thing was way beyond fucked up and not covered in standard operating procedure. If he didn’t do something he wouldn’t ever see that stupid smirk again.
“Yeah, okay. Koyama, inform Miyake on the plan, we’re going to need the transporters on max. Satoshi, do you have a delivery system for this thing?”
“I set it to remote before you came to get me.” Apparently Satoshi wouldn’t be satisfied until they were all very dead.
“Then we’re a go.”
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His breath caught in his throat, the air too cold too suddenly as he was beamed to the surface the winter air of the planet quickly nipping at exposed skin, and chilling the cold sweat that broke out while he was waiting to be beamed. Okay, so he was scared.
Scratch that, he was terrified. After all he had left Akanishi in charge of the Odyssey, with Koyama sobbing on his arm despite the fact that he had thought of the plan himself. Left Akanishi in charge of a ship full of cadets, which was just wrong and bad on so many levels he didn’t have words for it. When he wasn’t on a suicide mission to save his rather dubious love life, he was going to write the doctor up for psychological evaluation and maybe see about finding a new less taciturn pilot. Then he was going to add himself to that list because obviously he was completely insane.
He took another sharp breath, stinging his throat. His back was pressed against the cold metal of the door, a small bomb already connected to the locking device. Once the gas was released he had less than three minutes to find the captain, his air tank giving him only a minute advantage over everyone else. Pulse thundering too loud in his veins and breath coming in quick shallow pants that would have him giving in to the sickness faster than necessary as the seconds. “Keep it together Officer Kato.” He whispered to himself harshly. The sound of his own deep baritone a comfort in the few heartbeats before everyone started dying. It happened pretty much as Satoshi outlined briefly to him while he suited up, screaming, anguished cries of pain that echoed through the halls.
Shige was off, the door blew with a muffled thump and he was leaping out of hiding and pushing through the heavy steel, shouldering his way though on adrenaline alone. There was a man just down the hall to the left, clinging to the wall and taking deep gasping breaths, Shige ignored him, a siren starting a sad sounding wail, the lights in the facility going red. ‘Virus containment breach’ echoed in the constantly monotone voice of a computer.
By the time he hit the right hallway the air was starting to physically burn his lungs, corrosively tearing away at the flesh and cartilage of his trachea. The next door took a swift kick that nearly sent him into a heap on the floor as the world tilted like that time the ship’s inertial dampeners failed. Gritting his teeth against it Shige staggered through, mentally checking off the seconds as they passed, cataloging all the way that his body was shutting down as it happened with a detached sort of horror. It was a little further, when his throat really started to burn, acid working its way down into his chest, the next door opened when he hit a bunch of keys on the computer at once, vision beginning to go blurry. And there, in a mess of black and white, pink lips still a ridiculous blob on his face was Yoko, curled in on himself on the floor gasping with a wet sound.
“Akanishi.” He croaked, voice cracking and spit and blood flecking his lips. There was a moment when nothing happened. Light flashed, the transporters locking on himself and the captain, and the curious sense of displacement as he was deconstructed and then reconstructed on the ship.
He screamed, this wasn’t any better at all, floating in nothingness, beads of moisture on his skin and burning. Everything was so sharp and so painful, he tried desperately to curl in on himself, vocal chords so raw that they just cracked and cut out all together. Not too long after that Shige passed out.
Fingers prodded his neck, running up his jaw and too his ears. He flinched away from them; his skin still feeling like it had been rubbed down with sand paper. “Shhh, relax.” Koyama’s voice filtered through the cotton in his head. “You took quite a bit of damage before you got out. In fact, you should sleep more.” Without managing to the gather the strength to voice a protest a mask was being pressed over his face and he was sliding under again.
The next time Shige woke up he was ready to get the name of the space ship that landed on his head. Relatively speaking he was feeling much better. He was also all alone.
“You awake?” A rough-as-gravel voice to his left, and if his voice was still there he might have shrieked.
“No.” He barely managed; a harsh whisper of sound from lips that were still too dry.
“Didn’t think so.” Rather unfairly, Yoko actually sounded kind of chipper.
“Koyama?”
“Gone.”
“Bastard.” Shige said with feeling, he could really seriously use some of the good meds right about now.
“Agreed.”
Shige settled back into an exhausted slump. Almost dying really took a lot out of a guy; Yoko seemed to agree because the conversation went no further. Well out loud, in his head Shige was cursing the whole lineage of empathic deranged freaks that sired the tall doctor; he threw in a few choice insults about the man’s beloved cat just to round it out. He was getting into the shortcomings of the rest of the nursing staff in reverse alphabetical order when Yoko chose to speak again.
“So either you got caught too, or you saved me.” Shige snorted and it actually really hurt.
“Just shut up.” It felt empowering to say it.
“Fine.”
That was that. Somehow they were both alive, and okay, it wasn’t the most by the book rescue. More like someone had looked at this book, and found the ‘how not to rescue’ someone and did it that way. It terrified him and at the same time felt sort of exhilarated at the same time. He chose not to really think about it.
At least until he had to submit his report on how they helped one spacey scientist kill a whole base full of people. With that thought firmly in mind Shige allowed himself to fall asleep again.
When he woke again it was to one of the cadet nurses moving around the infirmary. “Koyama?”
“The doctor is still on the planet assisting.”
“Who gave that order?” Shige was pretty sure he forbade Koyama from doing that before he left, and Yoko even before that.
“Standing Captain Akanishi.” Of course, Akanishi wouldn’t think twice about rescinding any of his orders.
“Yoko?”
“Returned to his quarters to recover. If you’re feeling better we can have you moved as well.”
“Please.” He nodded at the young nurse and she smiled back widely, a pretty flush on her face. Well there was that.
~~
Things took awhile to calm down, the reports were in, but they stayed in orbit above Caltreen helping with the inoculation of the populous, and clean up after the epidemic. Slowly Shige got his strength back, voice still scratchy and with a persisting cough. It was like getting over a cold actually. He wasn’t sad to see Satoshi go, the little scientist made him nervous. His beady little black eyes and constant rambling about fishing was just creepy when contrasted with the man who methodically set up the downfall of the Treble base.
It was his last official day of sick leave; he’d negotiated the number down with Koyama who’d kicked up a huge fuss about the whole thing, pulling out his ‘scary doctor voice’. At that point even Yoko had cut his losses and copulated.
The chime on his door went off and Shige marked his spot on the book he was reading, placing his computer off to the side. Nakamaru, the counselor, we due to report back to him later seeing as some of the cadets were not only adjusting to the ship badly, but word of the mission had spread fast. Expecting to the find the small man he was completely and totally shocked to be up close and face-to-face with none other than Captain Yokoyama. He just barely managed to clamp his lips down on the undignified noise that threatened to escape.
“Can I come in?”
“You may.” Shige moved back towards his desk, he had been confined to his bed for a long portion of the recovery, and then had handled his work from his quarters. Yoko looked good, there was still some faint bruising on his face faded yellow smudges just under his pale skin, nothing outward to show that he had barely been alive when they beamed back to the ship. The swagger in his step was even sort of reassuring, it nicely overlaid the image he had of him in those moments before his world had been reduced to weightless pain and acid peeling his skin from his bones, followed by a prompt flaying of his muscle. In hindsight, why had they failed to mention that the cure would hurt so damn much? He would have to make a memo about being appropriately pissed about that, later when Yoko wasn’t looking at him with that squinty sort of stare usually reserved for ‘and what did you say this dish was made of?’
“You’ve got that constipated look that says ‘I’m thinking too damn hard’.” Well fair’s fair, but Shige preferred the way he named Yoko’s faces. “So spill.” Shige figured his glare spoke loud enough to cover anything he didn’t feel like putting into words. “Are you going to emo-angst over the decision?”
“Those are hardly the words Nakamaru used.” Shige couldn’t stop the small twitch of his lips even as he tried.
“Nakamaru is a pansy.” Oddly Shige didn’t feel the need to argue the point with him; that and he probably means it in the most endearing way. Probably. “Do you need more medical leave?”
“No.” He answer was probably too quick, lacking in weight.
“You gave the order that killed three hundred and fifty one people Kato.” He hoped there was a purpose in this and Yoko wasn’t just displaying his capacity for being a major asshole. There wasn’t really anything to say to that, his teeth snapping shut with a click against the stream of babble he needed to release. ‘It was your own damn fault. If you weren’t so fast and loose with your own damn life I wouldn’t need to do these things for you.’ Nakamaru had taken a whole lot of notes on that rant, nodding his fluffy head absently, doing nothing but absorbing Shige’s verbal barrage. That memory allowed him the strength to bite his tongue now and defiantly meet the older man’s eyes. Finally Yoko just shrugged, one shoulder rising higher than the other. “You also saved my life.” It was Shige’s turn to shrug, like his heart wasn’t beating faster just thinking about the whole situation. Memory flooding his system with adrenaline, Yoko watching him with a slight frown on his lips. “I guess. What I mean is thanks, you’re not really as bad as I thought.”
That apparently is the end of the ‘feelings’ portion of the day and Shige isn’t surprised, wired, scared, annoyed, and angry yes, surprised no. The easy answer would be ‘you’d do the same.’ But he still couldn’t manage to get the words out.
“I’ll tell Nakamaru that you’ve not gone batshit and can come back to work tomorrow.” Internally Shige took back every nice thing he’d ever said about the other man. “I expect you on the bridge all bright eyed full of enthusiasm and telling me exactly how many regulations we broke tomorrow morning at 0-800 hours.” He stood with a stretch that was too casual to be real and a smirk worthy of his ‘exit line’ “I’m going to want the subsections too.”
Shige was on his feet before he knew what he was planning, a fuzzy outline in his mind of a man pushed too far, of being forced to watch more than once as Yoko did something spectacularly dumb and put himself in jeopardy. He took them both by surprise when he grabbed the other man’s arm, stopping him in his tracks. “Five.”
“What?” Yoko turned, eyes slightly shocked by Shige’s forwardness, lips parted slightly in question.
“Five.” Shige repeated and pressed his lips to the corner of Yoko’s mouth, shocking, forcing them both still breathing in each other’s air. It was a stalemate for a few moments, both of them too stunned that Shige was the one to make the first move after all this time. Yoko turned his head into the kiss, meeting still lips with his own, heat and something tighter curling fast and hard in Shige’s belly. Those lips felt like he imagined they would, soft and warm against his own, the taste under his tongue almost sweet in essence. A thrill worked its way down his spine, working its way from his cervical vertebrae to his tailbone and spreading like fire in his stomach twisting the whole thing up into a mass of nerves. “Six.” He said breathlessly and Yoko laughed, his smile curving against Shige’s cheek; it felt more intimate then Yoko’s tongue against his lips.
“That’s enough for a court martial.” And when did those words start to sound hot? Probably when it started to sound worth it. “I didn’t think you’d ever get the balls to act.”
“Fuck you.” Shige hissed, tugging at the other man’s shoulders so he could pull him down into another kiss, this one every bit as heated as the last. Shige poured months of loathing and anger into it, biting at full lips, licking and sucking to sooth the skin. They hit the desk, Shige’s hip bouncing off the corner with enough force to make him flinch, biting down on that full bottom lip hard and Yoko groaned into his mouth, hands pressing lower on his back. The next thing they hit was his chair, Yoko kicked it tipping them precariously to the left and they had to pull apart or risk further bodily harm.
Yoko shifted, the buttons of his uniform slipping undone under quick flicks of his fingers, revealing the black sleeveless top he wore under the black jacket. He paused watching Shige watching him, then watching as blood flooded the skin of his face making it glow in the lighting. Looking at Shige peevishly, “You’re not really a virgin are you?” he asked.
“What? No.” Shige glared at him and Yoko just smiled back, teasing at the hem of his shirt with just the tips of his fingers, he tried to stare at that annoying smirk in defiance but he was being distracted by flashes of pale skin.
“Are you going to pussy out now?”
“Are you this smooth all the time?” Shige snapped back and Yoko shrugged, using the motion to pull his undershirt off as well. His shoulders were just as pale as the flashes of his tummy, white skin that looked like cream, dark nipples and a cocky grin. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to punch him or start laving the curve where shoulder met neck with his tongue. Reacting to the taunt and the sight of so much pretty flesh on display he pulled off his own shirt, the long sleeved shirt hitting the floor. He’d fold it later.
Standing shirtless in his room with his commanding officer Shige suddenly realized that this really was a very bad idea. Epiphany hit too late and they were kissing again already, and now there was skin thrown into the mix, nails scratching down a rib cage and hungry fingers coiling around his throat, a thumb rubbing softly. Need flared hot against his skin, sex flush already working its way to the surface of his chest the more he got turned on. He could feel the outline of Yoko’s cock through his pants, thickening and pulsing against his hip. “Oh god.” Shige breathed to the skin behind Yoko’s ear, fingers working at the clasp of his pants already.
“Heh.” The clasp came undone, pants slipping to the curve of his hipbones, lips pressing fire against his shoulder. It had been so long since he last got laid, and Yoko’s chest felt so good pressed against his own, the skin of his flanks every bit as soft and silken as it looked.
His pants were lost in a bit of a flurry, kicking until the managed a pool on the floor, his briefs meeting them shortly, and giving Shige inadequate time to mount a proper counter attack. Which is the only reason he was the one face down on the bed over Yoko’s knee and gripping the sheets and moaning like a porn star as slick fingers worked him open. Tactical error. That was all, Shige arched his spine and Yoko’s fingers obligingly slipped a little deeper forcing a sharp moan from Shige’s bitten lips. His toes caught on the sheets, giving him just enough leverage to push back into the hands on his ass. That got him a throaty chuckle, and a flick of the wrist that actually made him shake and shudder, throwing his head back and riding the knife edge of orgasm missing that last shove to push him over.
“Oh, that was hot.” Yoko pressed a kiss to his slick shoulder blade while Shige drooped where he was over one of Yoko’s legs. He was still breathing hard, but since the fingers were gone he was no longer in danger of being pulled inside out while he came so hard his eyeballs burst. “You really like that, don’t you?” He could barely get his breathing to go smoothly, let alone string words together. His skin was burning and he’d never felt so wrecked before, not without anyone’s hand physically on his dick. Not that he would complain about that, he needed the brain cells that the heat building in his body was killing off.
“Yoko.” He managed, wigging so that his dick was being pressed up against his thigh, digging his toes into the bed so he could manage to wriggle better, contemplating if it would be worth it to untangle his fingers from the sheets to reach down there. “Do something or I’ll do it myself.” That got him a small laugh.
“I’d like to see you try.” Shige was thinking of the quickest way to get off when hands on his hips heaved and shoved, and he was being rolled off. A messy tangle of limbs and Yoko’s lips on the inside of his elbow found him on his back looking down at the messy hair of his commanding officer as he press a series of small nips to the ridges of his rib cage. Shige sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth when hands parted his thighs, fingers dancing over thin and sensitive skin. One of his pillows got shoved under his hips tilting them up and Shige memoed himself to be annoyed about that too later. Later.
Fingers twined with his, and like that smiled pressed against his cheek it made his heart thunder, their joined hands pressed to the bed, Yoko was watching, as he used his free hand to guide himself to Shige’s hole. The pressure was something else, and Shige twisted as much as the position would let him, groaning through clenched teeth. He’d almost forgotten about this part, where for what seemed like unending moments his whole being was focused on a feeling of ‘wrong’ thick cock pushing into him. “That’s it, take it.” Gravel rough voice threading just behind the thunder of his pulse in his ears and Shige felt himself relax against the intrusion. “Oh fuck that’s perfect.”
Yoko’s face flushed with his arousal, pink highlighting his cheeks and pretty lips going slack. Dark messy hair fell in soft sweeps across his forehead. And just maybe Shige can understand why the politicians and captains of all the worlds they had been too had been willing to bend their rules for this man. Why he made Shige so crazy. Then Yoko was shifting his hips and Shige wasn’t thinking about anything anymore just the slick glide of Yoko and him moving together. Babbling incoherently he pulled Yoko down towards him, lips moving and seeking even before he was in range. It was less of kiss and more of tongue slithering out and bumping and brushing against each other forcing the two of them to bend and curl to manage even that much.
“Harder.” Shige moaned, digging his heels into yielding muscle and Yoko pushed his legs higher so he could bite the curve of Shige’s cheek.
“Bossy.” He admonished, but lifted back so he wasn’t smothering Shige with the waves of heat that rolled off his body, settling his weight better on his knees and leaning back to change the angle he shifted his hips, rolling them in a smooth and tight circle. Shige yelled, clawing at the sheets with both hands and tossing his head. It felt like Yoko was stroking his dick from the inside out, pressure and friction all just on the good side of too much and it was exploding behind his eyes like tiny supernovas.
That sensation was building again, a threatening tsunami just off the coast and Shige was clinging to the bed as the position put Yoko out of clinging range. He managed to pull his right hand away so he could wrap it around his own cock, and if they were supernovas before, they were the damn event horizon of a black hole now, dark and all consuming. He was whining and moaning, begging and cursing at the same time as he pushing himself closer and closer to orgasm. It still came as a bit of a surprise when it hit, for a moment everything was perfectohgodyes and then he was moaning and shuddering, splattering his hand and abdomen with sticky wetness. Yoko grunted, shifting his angle and moving faster thrusting harder into the added resistance.
Still reeling from the chemical cocktail of endorphins marinating his brain Shige narrowed his eyes and watched the form of Captain Yokoyama Yu fucking him. It was wrong on so many levels and so good that his whole body was singing with it.
“Ah, there.” Yoko hissed from between his teeth, eyes fluttering closed as he shivered and made this soft sort of mewling sound. His orgasm didn’t seem nearly as earth-shattering as Shige’s own and he wondered absently if he should be offended. The flush on his cheeks was so pretty and he hung there, breathing fast as sweat cooled across his shoulders, Shige smiled a bit to himself, feeling silly but unable to stop it.
More or less cleaned up, and Shige had been right Yoko snorted with a fond grin on his face when he just had to stop and fold all the clothes that landed on the floor, they were curled on his bed. He felt sore and used and utterly content with the state of the universe for the next hour at least and Yoko was resting his head on Shige’s stomach, pressing their knees together with the way he curled around Shige’s hip. “I’ve always thought if you were going to break a rule make it worth it, or at least memorable.”
Shige sputtered, eyes flashing in anger as he raised himself up on his elbows so he could look down at those big eyes that were blinking up at him. “You. Of all the stupid misguided ideas, is that why you’ve been endangering us all along?”
“No.” Yoko huffed, having the audacity to pout, lip still swollen where Shige had bit it, and he found he was totally weak for that.
“While we are on the topic of your dumb habits, you know this means no more intergalactic manwhoring for you.” Shige really should have expected the pillow he got in the face for that remark.
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Date: 2010-02-01 10:54 pm (UTC)I just about died. Thanks so much for sharing! I don't know why but Yoko just seems to be a perfect fit for an intergalactic manwhoring captain. I enjoyed this immensely, all the different Johnnys involved.
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Date: 2010-02-05 02:17 am (UTC)Heee, it's about the smirk really~ thank you.
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Date: 2010-02-01 11:10 pm (UTC)Loved Nakamaru as the counsellor (he really is, seriously) and the bit about the Domotos cracked me up. Wonderful!
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Date: 2010-02-05 02:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-02 03:12 am (UTC)God this was good. I needed that after a long day. (I'm still trying to forget how much of the star fleet mombo jombo I followed all to well.) Thank you for writing this. It was wonderful as always.
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Date: 2010-02-05 02:19 am (UTC)xDD (it freaks me out more how little I needed to google stuff D:)
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Date: 2010-02-02 07:05 am (UTC)omg no more intergalactic manwhoring for you <33333333
dsfklsdkla loved this so much *______*
Yoko/Shige *__________*
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Date: 2010-02-05 02:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-02 07:57 pm (UTC)Though I think for this sentence: "At that point even Yoko had cut his losses and copulated.", the word should be capitulated. Not sure if hot sexings was what the doctor had in mind. XD
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Date: 2010-02-05 02:21 am (UTC)And yes, while as oddly fitting as it may be with the rest of the theme, that is not what I meant for it to say XD I will change that as soon as I can, thanks :D
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Date: 2010-02-02 10:22 pm (UTC)it's awesome :) Thanks for sharing
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Date: 2010-02-05 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-05 04:15 am (UTC)grown first officers shouldn’t need hugs, it was against regulation or something, but Koyama’s arms felt good around him.
roflmao. God I love your sense of humor.
No more intergalactic manwhoring, my ass. Shige obviously likes watching. XD
THANK YOU!!!