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Moirai by Xela Title: Moirai Fandom: Star Trek Pairing: Leonard McCoy/Pavel Chekov Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 26,013 Warnings: negotiated D/s relationship; spanking; medium-to-light bondage; toys; sounds; drug-induced lack of responsiveness; partner sharing/gangbang; voyeurism; 'selling' of another's body; possessiveness Summary: Post-Nerada, post-Vulcan, post-three-fourths-of-his-entire-class-dying, there's no downtime. For months afterwards everyone is scrambling to make sense of the world. Pavel finds himself adrift with needs he can't ignore, and only one person who can really fill them. The Moirai are the Greek fates; they give, spin and end life. Clotho ~ Lachiesis ~ Atropos Moirai by Xela Part I: Clotho Post-Nerada, post-Vulcan, post-three-fourths-of-his-entire-class-dying, there's no downtime. For months afterwards everyone is scrambling to make sense of the world. Star Fleet fast-tracks its most promising recruits and pushes production on its star ships. Pavel is trusted with teaching an entire host of newly commissioned officers the fine art of teleportation—and every time he flashes to the look on Commander Spock's face as he realized his mother never made it off Vulcan. By the time Enterprise is fixed and Star Fleet secure enough to let them go, Pavel is exhausted. It takes weeks for their first-day jitters to wane, for the ship to establish its rhythm and find its feet. Pavel gets used to being bridge crew, to the Captain's jump-first style of leading, to exchanging looks with Sulu over their console. They're deep in the black when the itch settles between his shoulder blades. Easy to ignore, easy to shrug off at first it grows until Pavel's squirming in his seat, distracted and moody. He needs release. He needs to submit. Too bad his last partner died in the skies of Vulcan. *** Finding a partner on ship proves to be daunting. They are either incompatible, uninterested or—the worst —exes. He writes himself a vid program that helps a little: a red-haired woman with stern eyes and a sharp voice or a blue-eyed man with a deep growl, depending on his mood. But vids can't touch; they can't suit word to action. They can't make the tension bleed away. Pavel hasn't felt this frustrated since he was first trying to figure out what was missing in his life, coming to terms with his sexuality in his small village. The need settles deep in him, insistent and tenacious. It creeps up his spine and settles in his shoulders. The nurses in Sickbay soon know his name and hand him painkillers for his tension headaches with sympathetic smiles. It doesn't take long for the smiles to grate on him. Even Sulu's easygoing quips rub him the wrong way and Pavel retreats further into himself. With each passing day Pavel becomes more distracted. Less focused, more jittery. He makes an uncharacteristic error in his calculations one day and Sulu makes some off-hand lewd remark and Pavel just snaps. He can't even remember what he spit out at Sulu but the suffocating silence in the aftermath speaks volumes. Pavel leaves the bridge at the Captain's request, face flaming and head down. *** "Aw hell, kid." "Come on, Bones." "Talking to twelve-year-olds is not in my job description," McCoy gripes. "Pavel's eighteen," Jim says, a sly smile curling the edges of his mouth. "Legal everywhere on Earth and most planets in the Federation." Moirai by Xela "Not funny, Jim," McCoy says pointedly. The bastard just laughs at him, low and dirty. McCoy would throw his glass at the little fuck but that would be a tragic waste of good alcohol. "Like you haven't thought about it," Jim challenges and McCoy hates that knowing smile he wears so well. "I," McCoy responds, gathering the tattered shreds of his dignity around him, "have morals, Jim." "You," Jim mocks, "have a hard-on for my young, innocent, probably virginal navigator." McCoy pauses, glasses halfway to his mouth, a knowing gleam in his eye that immediately piques Kirk's interest. "You got one of those things right," McCoy says dryly. "No way." Jim straightens in his seat; if he were a dog his ears would be up. "Bones. No way in hell." "You think what you want, kid," he says, smirking. "I know the truth." "Oh come on. You can't just say something like that and then not back it up! Details man, details!" "Doctor-patient confidentiality." "Bullshit!" Jim hisses. "Gossip is not protected information!" "I'm still not going to tell you," Bones says blithely. Jim pulls out the puppy dog eyes. Bones snorts and fixes Jim with the hairiest eyeball this side of Orion. Jim changes tactics. "As Captain of this ship, I think it's a matter of ship safety that you divulge all information pertinent to the issue at hand with all due haste and detail." "You've been hanging out with the hobgoblin lately?" Bones asks, smirking. "BONES!" "No, Jim." Bones sighs into his cups; grown men should not pout. Heroes of the Federation, captains of starships—youngest in history or not—should. not. pout. And McCoy really shouldn't be falling for it, crocodile-tear bastard. He sighs, long and heartfelt. Kirk's lips twist and he almost loses his pout to a smile because he knows he's won. Bastard. "I'll talk to him, Jim." The grin breaks free and he looks far too smug for it to be healthy. Bones starts figuring out what vaccines Kirk's due for. *** Chekov looks like he's headed to his mother's funeral. "Dammit, kid, I'm a doctor not an executioner. Sit down. Relax." Chekov does as he told, except for the relaxing part. McCoy swears and pours the boy a stiff drink, sliding it across the desk. Chekov stares at it for a moment, gaze darting between McCoy and the drink. "Well it ain't gonna drink itself." Chekov flushes Moirai by Xela and gulps down half the amber liquid in one sip. Doesn't choke or cough. Hell, his eyes don't even water and McCoy must be wearing an expression of shocked awe because Pavel's lips curl down defensively. "Is not as good as vodka, but has nice little bite," Pavel says. He sips a little more gingerly this time. "Little bite?" McCoy repeats, incredulous. Chekov shrugs and some of his nervousness returns in the ensuing silence. He plays with his cup, sloshing the liquid around. McCoy looks anywhere but at Chekov. "Look, kid," McCoy growls, tired of this song and dance, "you can talk to the ship shrink or you can talk to me. Pick the shrink, it goes on your record. Pick me and I'll drink so much I won't remember my name in the morning." Pavel quails under the doctor's gaze, sinking back into his seat. "Iz...iz personal. This thing." "So are Andorian shingles and your captain has had 'em twice. I promise you, living with Jim Kirk for three years has pretty much inured me to...just about anything you could think of." Chekov stares at him with wide, guileless eyes and McCoy hates Kirk for putting thoughts into his head. "Really, I walked in on a threesome with those tentacled guys from Eleesia third year. Stop pussy-footing around or I'm sending you to Counselor Praya." "I need to be tied up and no one on the ship vill do," Pavel says. McCoy blinks. The boy looks supremely unconcerned sitting in the office guest chair sipping some of the strongest Kentucky moonshine McCoy's ever come across and savoring its 'little bite.' "You looked hard enough?" McCoy forces himself to ask, and he's real proud about the way his voice cracks a little at the end there. "Zer are...many incompatibilities," Chekov says and helps himself to another drink. "In...Jesus." McCoy scrubs his hand over his face. "Just so we're clear, you do mean 'need' and not 'want,' right?" "It is...stress relief." "Well," McCoy says, pouring himself another healthy dose of 'shine, "that's one thing to call it." *** After his talk with McCoy, Pavel sees the man everywhere. He hangs out on the bridge more than any ship's doctor should and makes snarky comments to Spock and the Captain. He always manages to show up in the commissary when Pavel's there regardless of the hour, snapping at the cooks about the Captain's impossible allergies. They have the same taste in movies for movie night, though McCoy is always rolling his eyes or groaning at the bad medicine. He shows up in the gym when Hikaru is teaching the captain to fence and yells at them both for being reckless and stupid and generally giving him a heart attack and could they please be less enthusiastic about meeting their deaths at the end of a pointy bit of metal? McCoy barks out orders to everyone except Pavel and it's driving him crazy. Moirai by Xela He finds an e-mail in his account about a week after The Talk, just a list of names. No sender address, no explanation. Pavel stares at the fourteen crew-members and tries not to want. He's played with six of the people on the list (one of them, Venga, is one of Pavel's closest friends), knows three others aren't remotely his type and another pair are exclusively involved.