The real party is in my pants but you are invited to the one in my fucking sickbay for starters

[sharpestscalpel]

Got a message from 'Fleet command today, looking for Pike and what the hell is he doing and blah blah Empire business blah.

Uhura handled it before Chekov could flub it. Those two are turning into a dangerous pair. I've had three castrations to, well, it ain't like you can re-attach that shit when it's been pulverized. Chekov does some dirty fucking work, man. Good kid.

Other than that, ain't nothing going down. I figured we'd be seeing hell and weird shit after that whole scene in the brig but Enterprise has been quiet lately and Kirk is hanging on just as tight as he can to keeping his breathing and his beating fucking heart inside his fucking body.

Time to bust out some music, I think. Make the nurses dance a bit. It ain't easy to shake your fucking ass to Tom Waits but that ain't exactly my fucking problem, now is it?

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[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I'm a smart man that way.

Fuck, Billy-boy. Man can't just sit there under that sort of attention. You mind a bit of mouth-fucking? Before I pull you up by the hair to show me how you fucking post?

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

You are a doctor, after all.

Oh, no, I don't mind, I like mouth-fucking. And the rest. Anything that doesn't permanently damage me, I am willing to try.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Got the diploma on the wall.

No, baby, I think I'd keep you in tip-top condition. Be a shame to ruin you. Though I might turn you over my knee. Or keep you under my desk for lunch breaks.

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's good. Nice to have the official seal of approval on these things.

I'm not actually that small, you know. I don't know if I'd fit under your desk like some kind of pixie-boy. Not for long, anyway.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I got an official seal around here somewhere. clubbed it myself.

I got a very big desk, Billy-boy.

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

...that's the kind of joke my dad used to tell. Just so you know.

Oh, really. That makes all the difference.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm serious. There was this thing on this planet... Long story.

One of these days, I am going to find a way to find out what you fucking sound like with my cock down your throat.

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

...huh. Okay. That's marginally better than it being a bad joke.

Depends how far down you push it, I guess. If you get deep enough I won't be able to make any sound at all.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Fucking hell. Godddamn it, Billcakes. Now see, that sounds like a challenge. And if I didn't have to go fucking clean up a bit, I'd take it as one.

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

I'll take that to mean I am even good on the internet.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I'd write you up a positive review.