sharpestscalpel

What's the matter, sweetpea? Jealous?

Whatever I did or did not do with my pussy and my fingers - or anything else I might had lying around - I am still pissed off at you. I was saving that teddy. It was beautiful. You should have seen me in it.

More importantly, Reggie should have seen me in it, you motherfucker. I'd tell you what I had to do instead when I realized I'd need to change my plans for the evening on the fly, but I think you'd like that too much.

But at least my second choice worked (ha ha! How often that turns out to be true). Not head yet, babydoll, but getting there. Check the news and see if you recognize my fingerprints on some new legislation.

- J

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Oh, you know I ain't the jealous type. Though if I thought you liked him any better than I you do I might take it in me to be offended and pay him some attention. It's not my business to go breaking your toys, even if I don't see the fucking attraction.

And still, you damn well know I'd rather see you in nothing at all.

But you'll hurt my fucking feelings with that shitting second choice shit, woman. One fucking mistake and you ain't ever going to let me live it down?

We could always work a trade - you tell me, with significant fucking illustrative details what you did for that douchebag Reggie and I'll tell you about my new puppy.

You be careful, baby. New legislation ain't the only thing in the news. There's plenty of damn executions, too.

-L

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You never could see the attraction of power. Only thing wrong with you. Well, that, and that you're motherfucking batshit insane, you sick freak. It was a pretty big goddamn mistake, Leonard.

You show me yours and then I'll show you mine.

And you know I'm far too pretty to die.

- J

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You just call me all the names you want to, sugarpussy. Whatever makes you feel fucking better.

And I do too see the attraction of power - I just ain't all that hungry for more of it than I can manage. Course, I can say that now that there have been some interesting damn developments here. You better watch the news yourself, missy. Never a dull day on the fucking Enterprise. And then when you know what I know, I'll tell you some more that I know, how's that?

What I meant was that I cannot see the attraction to that limp-dicked cocksucker Reggie. He's got fucking clammy hands. How you stand to have him touch you, I do not even fucking know.

And while you're at it, use that security clearance of your fucking husband's to look up James Tiberius Kirk. Take a good look at that fucking face, baby. You might just be seeing a lot of it real soon.

-L

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It does make me feel better, sweetdick. Almost as good as what I'm doing right now with my favorite new toy. I always knew that learning to type one-handed would be worth it.

So Captain Pike has vanished and left his ship in the hands of his comm officer, huh? Where does that leave you, babydoll? Are you going to keep your ass out of prison all by yourself this time?

And how does it relate to this boy JTK? I'm sure you wanted me to look him up for more than just his pretty eyes. Though I'll tell you that they did help me finish up with what I was doing just a minute ago.

Anyway, now that I'm in a more tranquil frame of mind...

I promised Reggie something special and new if he'd put through a little bit of paperwork for me. I was planning on giving him a glimpse of me in that silky red number. The man does have clammy hands, it's true, but good lingerie gets him so excited that it only takes a minute and then I can go warm up properly.

Lucky for me there are other things that get him excited. He likes to watch. Not me with other people, mind - make all the threats you want about cutting off his dick, but know that he'd be after yours in a red hot minute if he had any idea that I was still intimately familiar with it on occasion - but me with myself. And my biggest toys. Probably has a complex, I don't know or care.

What I do know is that he sat himself down in his easy chair and I got myself comfy on the rug with a big bottle of lube and a few other things. I started with that green glass dildo, you know the one. I warmed it up between my breasts while I touched my clit, getting myself nice and wet so it'd slide in easy. Not too easy, of course. Reggie likes to see me stretch.

So when I was juuust loose enough to take it, I slipped the tip in my pussy and started to rock it in and out, just a little bit at a time. I'm afraid I got a little loud right about then, moaning and panting. I opened myself up slow and then I really started to fuck myself with that smooth glass rod, deep and hard.

But so far, it was nothing he hadn't seen before, and I knew I had to make it good. Lucky for me that I had something new he didn't know about. Just that very day I'd bought myself a playmate for my green glass cock, a shiny little matching plug for my ass. Well, not little.

So while I was shoving the dildo in and keeping Reggie's eyes on the show, I did a little backstage work behind my back, lubing up the tip of my new toy. It tapers so sweetly, Leonard, words can't even describe it. And then, as soon as I had it ready, I reached down and started to -

Oh, I'm sorry, sugar. I've got to go. Maybe I'll finish telling you this story later. I think you know what you can do to improve your chances of hearing the end.

- J

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McCoy threw his damn head back and laughed, loud and open. His teeth were white and strong, the exposed arch of his neck vulnerable and elegant.

"Goddamn fucking firecracker."

He adjusted himself in his pants again - fucking hell if she didn't know just how to get him going - and then stopped. His smile this time - he had an entire arsenal of nuanced smiles when it came to Jocelyn - was calculating and well-satisfied with the idea he's had. She knew him, no two bones about it.

And he knew her just as goddamn well.

To Jocelyn McCoy, Who Ain't Got Any Plans To Divorce Me Anyway

Woman, you are a goddamn tease. And I do approve - you fucking know it - right in my damn pants.

I can tell you some interesting things about Pike but it'll have to wait - there's some shit on the subspace channels back and forth from Fleet HQ and Uhura that I want to see how it all shakes the shit out first. You rest assured, it's a story'll keep you warm at night.

As for me, baby, I would be fucking injured if your words were literal knives. My ass is too sweet for prison - one reason that motherfucker Pike pulled me out in the first place. Ain't my fault he found I was... not to his specific tastes. Asshole. Anyway, you won't read it in the paper but there's a reason Uhura is sitting so pretty and it ain't just that stinking shitting Russian whiz kid she's got wrapped up in her pussy hairs.

Actually, she depilitates. What-the-fuck-ever, it's a goddamn metaphor.

She and I have got ourselves a little arrangement. She moves against me, I will kill her in her sleep and fuck the hole I make in her throat.

I told you I would tell you about my puppy after your story and since you ain't finished...

Speaking of, honeycunt, you want a little reminder of me, all you have to do is ask. I know you're not fucking coy.

-L

McCoy leaned back, scooted his chair back from the console a little so the recorder would have a good view. Then he flipped the switch and opened his pants.

"Baby, I got company so I should probably make this quick and make sure he ain't too bored in my tender care."

His voice was deeper, rougher, his accent more pronounced. McCoy had been half-hard since he'd opened her original communication. His hand traveled the familiar path it had mapped out in the shower the night before.

But this was for show; it was for Jocelyn and she had certain expectations so he squirmed until his pants were lower, down around his knees and he could use his free hand to finger his balls, more roughly than he might have on his own but she would love it.

"Fucking lube is across the goddamn room so it's just going to have to be a damn straight up dry rub."

It was for Jocelyn but he liked it when she watched - he could understand dicknosed Reggie's take on that at least. He liked it when she watched and purred filthy suggestions in his ear as he handled himself more and more roughly, picking up some of her urgent cruelty.

"Fuck, baby, the next time I am home... you'll be goddamn welcome to fuck me but first I plan to fuck you in the ass up against that wall between your room and that monkeycock twatbreath Reggie's room - you'll have to be fucking quiet because I am too fucking old to put up with shit like him making some misguided revenge play on me and my fucking equipment."

He was quivering now, right at the edge faster than he had planned to be but grateful to be there just the same because she loved it, it made her drench her fancy-ass lacy bits when she got him off like a fucking old-fashioned racecar. His heart felt like a racecar, beating fast fast fast in his chest, making the blood rush in his ears until he almost couldn't hear anything but the sound of his own body's struggle to stay alive against all the odds of a universe that seemed hostile to life in any form but especially human ones.

And then he was over the edge of it, coming across his fist and his bare chest like it was the first time in weeks.

He remained still, caught his breath, then smiled for the camera - a slinking smile of a different sort, all lazy post-orgasmic contentment before licking his fingers clean.

"I am waiting for the rest of your damn story, woman."

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All right then, sugar. Since you asked so nicely.

Where were we? Oh, that's right.

I was fucking myself with that glass dildo, and I won't lie to you, it felt damn good but it also hurt a little bit. It's just so big, babydoll. And hard. And sometimes I want that, that little frisson of pain, but other times... Well, other times I want to hurry Reggie the fuck up because I have dinner plans.

So I took my new toy, my pretty, shiny new buttplug, and I slipped it in my ass just as quick as winking. Oh, it made me scream. I would have for the effect anyway, but sometimes I don't have to fake it. And then I screamed again, coming so goddamn hard I clenched around that dildo 'til I knew my pussy was gonna be bruised.

Reggie was panting by then, and I knew I'd given him enough of a show to hurry him up a bit. So I smiled real slow and licked my lips and purred at him, "Come on, honey. You can have any hole you want."

I thought for sure he'd take my ass, or maybe my mouth, but he got down on the floor just the way a man of his age should never do and told me to ride him. And when I was bouncing up and down on his dick, aching and moaning from it, he reached around and grabbed hold of the base of that plug and just twisted, over and over. He didn't stop until the tears were just streaming down my face. It was so good that I gave him an extra treat when he'd finished, and shimmied down to lick him clean. He couldn't get hard again, of course, but he'll have that memory to keep him warm the next time I've got the not-tonight-honey-I've-got-a-headaches for a month or so.

I tell you what, I have never been so satisfied by my second husband. I'll have to bring that little beauty out again sometime, for sure.

I had to miss my dinner plans after all. I couldn't sit for days. That's why I took so long to write to you about the havoc you wreaked on my wardrobe, once I'd discovered it. You know how much I hate to do voice recordings, so it had to wait until I could sit up and type again.

Now then, tell me what you've got to tell, or next time I'll keep my bedtime stories all to myself.

- J

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He'd awakened to the sound of keys tapping lightly, confused as fuck and thinking the biobed must've gone crazy in the night and now was morse coding something to those fuckers in the walls.

And then McCoy laughed, and a tendril of pure terror unfurled in his gut, like it'd just been lying in wait. Kirk remained still, curled tight under the thin blanket and every sense on the alert.

He could see McCoy from here, sitting at his terminal and grinning at it like a loon. He typed some more, and then he was talking, talking and not looking at him and Kirk was confused at first, until he realized he wasn't talking to him at all. It filtered through his brain that he was talking to that girl--the older one, most likely--in the photo.

Jesus Fucking Christ. Did the man never stop? Or was this all for him, the continual display? It was enough to put him off sex forever.

Except he still couldn't look away. McCoy was so easily sensual, in his ever move, though that may have been because Kirk rarely saw him to anything these days that wasn't overtly about sex. It pissed him off, this show, especially when Kirk had tried to be overt in his advances and been rebuffed. McCoy was keeping him waiting, but for what? Did he think he had something to offer Kirk that went beyond food and his health? Did he think he was going to snag him in some other way?

He had to admit, though, watching McCoy lick his own fingers, he had something. And Kirk could feel, along with fear and anger and confusion, not a little taste of respect.

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McCoy buttoned up his pants and sat back in his chair - credits to cocksucking Jos was still at her console, waiting for his response. He looked over at the sofa bed.

"Oh, well, fuck a bunch of Andorian monkeys, look who's decided to wakey wakey. Morning, Blue."

His voice was full of good will and good humor. His stomach growled and he passed a hand over it, scratching low on his belly.

"You want some fucking breakfast?"

The console chimed again and McCoy smirked. He laughed again as he read the new message and then looked up at Kirk.

"I'd say she was a fucking pistol but Jos is really more of a goddamn machine gun if you want the shitting truth."

He pushed away from the console and padded on bare feet to the replicator, input his order, and waited for two plates to appear.

Eggs. Bacon. Toast. Grits for him - the replicator never got them quite creamy enough but with runny yolked eggs mashed up in them, he could fucking tolerate it.

McCoy plunked one plate down on the side table by the sofa and took his own back to the console.

To Jocelyn McCoy, Who Knows There Ain't A Lot I Lack

I'd almost feel sorry for Reggie if I didn't know he'd been looking for a subservient little piece of tail when he found you instead. Serves him right.

We've seen some crazy shit under Pike's command. And it ain't like he turned everything back over to the goddamn Fleet - man ain't here but he ain't stupid and I'll never say otherwise.

My money is on us being ordered back to Earth - though our new bitch-Captain will take her damn time, I'm sure - so I'll give you the real details in person. It's a secure line but you know I get a little paranoid sometimes.

Just... ain't any assassin going to succeed when Uhura has the ship herself defending her. Well, except for my sickbay. That baby's all mine, all mine.

JTK, as you so succinctly put it, got this whole party fucking started, actually. Tried to beam Pike into the black vacuum. Spock didn't take too kindly to that, threw the kid in the brig, and then fucked off to go find Pike.

Baby, it was a tense couple of weeks there, I tell you goddamn what. I'm glad I held my hand, though. Pike was pissed when he came back and if I'd have made a move, I might be telling you an entirely different goddamn story.

You ever seen a man castrated?

It's kind of tidy, though I don't think Blue really appreciates the neatness of Pike's work. Kid's on the sofa bed right now, staring black holes at me. Can't figure out why I ain't fucked him through the floor yet.

I think you're going to like this one.

-L

McCoy sent the communication off and looked up to find Kirk still staring.

"You going to eat your fucking food or what?"

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McCoy was in a really good mood and Kirk couldn't decide if that meant good or bad things for him. He did know that McCoy wanted him for something, and it probably wasn't a shivering mass or he'd have left him in the brig, or in sickbay, filthy and feral.

In other words, he wasn't helping himself or his chances with McCoy by staring at him balefully. And hell. He was hungry.

He sat up, stared at the food and then, considering, stood (fuck, he was sore, just the exertion of the previous day enough to leave him a souvenir) and righted the bed back into a couch. If McCoy was going to call him a guest, he was going to be a good one. He sat back down, plate in hand, and nodded at him.

"Thanks," he said. It was replicated, of course, but it was solid. The eggs would have some flavor and bacon, just thinking about it was absurdly stimulating. He lifted a slice to his mouth and nearly moaned at the taste, the texture, rubbery and fake though it was. He was ravnous, suddenly, despite it all, though he made an effort not to inhale his food.

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The kid didn't quite bolt his food like a starving dog but he wasn't nearly as restrained as he thought he was. McCoy wasn't going to bust his fucking chops about it though. He'd never starved but he'd seen enough of it to have some idea.

"I figure you got questions."

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He resisted licking the plate clean, but his fork and then toast caught as much of the egg as it could. He looked up, swallowing.

"I figure you already know what you're willing to answer," he said. But whatever, he'd bite. "Why am I here, McCoy?"

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"Well, there's what I'm willing to answer but I'm curious what you want to know."

The console was, for the moment, quiet, so McCoy ambled over to the chair he'd occupied the night before and eased into it.

"You're here specifically because if you clutter up my sickbay any longer, I have to start reporting my doings to Fleet. Some regs I can't get around and keep my damn job, Blue. But if I release you to your own shitting quarters, I give you about a buck fifty of minutes before you're dead. And I ain't put all this effort in for that to happen."

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That made sense, and Kirk agreed, so far as his own appraisal of his chances of survival went. But there was so much he wanted to know.

"So you're expecting some return on your investment," he said. "Which means you think I've got something to offer the current situation doesn't. What might that be?"

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McCoy shrugged.

"You'll forgive the metaphor but you've got balls going after Pike. You fucked it up, but I don't figure you for stupid. I ain't power hungry - but I play the long game. You won't get this ship, boy, but you might damn well take more. That happens, I'll be around for it."

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Yeah, he thought he was real clever, but Kirk had no place right now kicking up a fuss over his choice of colorful phrases.

"Never figured the ship was necessarily the end of the run. Not at my age. But I did figure it was the next step," he said slowly. He'd been right, at least, in his interpretation last night. "We talking alliance?"

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"You never skipped a step on a ladder? Didn't have you in mind as an obsessive rule follower."

He left Kirk's question unanswered for the moment.

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Kirk didn't miss the omission. He let it go, for now. There was almost a smirk in his eyes, a pale shadow of his former confidence. As if he still didn't fully believe he could be what he'd been, but it was trying to peek out just the same.

"One might say I tried to skip too many this time," he said. "But no. I don't consult the book on a regular basis."

What did McCoy want for himself? What position could he desire, that CMO was a step to? And how many rungs was he talking about skipping, himself?

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McCoy had skipped right to CMO. He'd gone through the Academy as a gateway to medical school. He'd never been an ensign sucking cock in desperation for meal rations.

He wasn't ambitious but he was good at skipping steps. And he did get bored sometimes.

"You want to know why Spock came for you?"

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Kirk shifted, straightened. That had caught his attention. He hadn't realized there was something of such import to know; damn crazy Vulcans were a mystery to him.

"Yes," he said.

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"Then we'll trade. I'll tell you that goddamn good story - but first I want to know about your arrangements with Uhura."

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Kirk tilted his head. It was too tempting an offer, and Uhura had clearly washed her hands of him, cold-hearted bitch that she was. Which was the only reason he'd side with her to begin with, so it was both unfair and totally reasonable that he hate her now.

Still. He could use what little mystique he still had.

"Which arrangements?" he asked with a little smile. "I mean, business or pleasure?"

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That was a little more like it. McCoy thrived on insider information.

"Let's start with business. You can entertain me from there."

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