FIC: Shaped by the Stars (4/7) - (PG-13) - Star Trek AOS
Title: Shaped by the Stars (4/7)
Author: Zippit
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Character(s)/Pairing(s): James T. Kirk/Hikaru Sulu
Rating: PG-13
Content Notes: N/A
Word Count: 1,612 / 10,691
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed within are not mine. This is merely a loving response to the original work.
Author’s Notes: This has been a challenge to write but it's been fun. I hope people enjoy.
Summary: Neither Hikaru or Jim are big on anniversaries, at least that's what Hikaru thinks.
Anniversaries weren’t ever a big deal between them because half the time they were dealing with a crisis that required their attention. It wasn’t intentional. It’s just what happened on the USS Enterprise and you dealt with it. Neither of them were big on the sentimental side. Jim for his various reasons and Hikaru because he’d bottled that up and put it away a long time ago.
Their first couple years together were more focused on the ship and getting everyone back together alive. The excitement of space more than sentiment enough to bind them together. Those years were good. Away missions where he was sent down to study the botany or ones where the population wasn’t hostile and they could wander the new world together. They picked up memories and stories more than souvenirs.
Some time after their second year together, Jim wanted to learn to fence. Hikaru was reluctant at first because he could just imagine McCoy yelling about teaching Jim to actively injure himself. But they’re still new and Hikaru doesn’t want Jim getting bored with him so he caves. Jim’s a faster learner than he gave him credit for. They’re having decent bouts within a couple months and Hikaru doesn’t know where Jim’s finding the time to practice. They’ve barely had a moment to themselves in weeks.
When Jim finally beats him, it’s a surprise to everyone but Jim and the large betting pool Scotty’s got going. Well, the only one that had bet on Jim had been Jim so that didn’t really count. The first words out of his mouth as he tries to remember each point Jim scored is “How?”
He gets a Jim Kirk grin in return that goes straight to his cock and always has him thinking Jim’s more dangerous than anyone realizes. “I had some good incentive.”
Lust settles low in his body as Jim loops an arm around his shoulders and waves off the congratulations with a shit eating grin and a gleam in his eye. It takes too long for Jim to maneuver them out of the room and back to their quarters with casual teasing touches letting Hikaru know exactly what’s coming. When they get there, it doesn’t take long before he’s flat on his back with Jim Kirk all over him and heat swamping them both.
Several weeks go by before Hikaru realizes the bout occurred on their anniversary. He shrugs it off as coincidence.
Year five has them back on Earth counting down the months as the Enterprise gets refitted for her second exploratory mission. It means his family’s popping in and out of the place he moved into with Jim. He still has his own place but enough of his stuff has moved to Jim’s that it might as well be his. He spends enough time there already.
Hikaru knows his family’s getting serious when Jim gets invited to his first family dinner. He hasn’t seen this much charm turned on by Jim for months now. He’s always thought if they could somehow distill and bottle it they’d make a fortune. There’s something unnatural about it.
The dinner goes better than he expected. There’s no train wreck of conflicting goals or sentiments. In fact, Jim gets on well with everyone in his family from his parents to his sisters. Jim devours some of everything that gets passed his way while Hikaru’s half tensed from the possibility of an allergic reaction. Either Jim has some sort of tolerance for Korean food or his family’s been fed information on what not to feed hyperallergic Jim Kirk.
When all is said and done, his family has practically adopted Jim and might have plans to disown him if the way his sisters were smirking meant anything. What they don’t see is when they get back to their place how Jim drops on the couch like his strings have been cut and drapes his arm over his eyes.
Hikaru shoves him over enough to sit then pulls Jim’s head into his lap. He runs his fingers through dirty blonde hair and arches an eyebrow. Jim’s only ever this tired after a sparring match with Spock. “I hate to see what you use that charm for otherwise.”
“Oh you know, the usual, diplomatic functions, Starfleet brass wanting to strip my rank away.” Jim waves his hand in the air but it looks more like a boneless wrist flopping around. “Nothing big.”
“Uh huh.” He sits there with Jim until he drops off. He looks younger this way, as young as they really are. Stripped of command, of anything but Hikaru and Jim, Hikaru wonders what this man would do for anything else he wanted.
The next day Hikaru finds a brand new set of silverware tucked into their drawers. They’re plain and unadorned, which sets the urge to engrave something more symbolic of them into the handles. It’s as he’s rubbing the pad of his thumb over the handles of a spoon he realizes what the Stardate is: the day after another year together.
He’s concussed, barely knows what year it is, his jaw feels like it’s been broken, and he doesn’t know where the hell he is. He squints into blinding overhead light and grunts as he tries to move to his side. The hands he expect to push him down don’t come, which rules out Sick Bay and Jim and McCoy. That doesn’t mean he’s any luckier wherever he is.
He levers himself into an upright position, gripping the solid barklike feel of something next to him. Hikaru slits his eyes open and manages to make out a weirdly colored field that looks oddly like corn. He slowly slides his eyes fully open and looks around. He’s propped against what would be a tree except for the crystalline look of it all.
He lifts a cautious hand to probe his skull and finds a good sized lump on the back of it. “Yup, concussion,” he mutters. “Now where the hell am I?”
Something on his hand catches the light and the flare sends a bolt of pain through his head. He grits his teeth and brings his left hand closer to inspect it. A ring formed out of crystal that looks like the tree beside him curls around his ring finger. It’s warmed to his body temperature and slides off with little issue. Belatedly he tenses and readies for his body to reject the ring’s removal.
The fit’s perfect as he slides it back on. It stands out against his skin and he’ll need to figure out where it came from later. There’s a moan from the other side of the tree and Hikaru makes his way over several large crystal roots on his hands and knees. “Jim!”
“Don’t shout,” Jim says through a wince. He looks like he’s in the same shape Hikaru is. He leans into the side of a large root and manages to position Jim so his head’s cradled in his lap. “Where are we?”
“Someplace we shouldn’t be.” Hikaru glances around the emptiness surrounding them. “What the hell happened?”
“Don’t know. Last thing I remember I was discussing a ritual with the High Ambassador.” Jim’s hauling himself into an upright position by using Hikaru’s arm like a branch. He’s vaguely upright though slumped against him when he seizes his left hand and lifts it. “Hey, this is new. Should I be jealous?”
A bright grin only a little fuzzy at the edges gets turned on him and Hikaru rolls his eyes. “Maybe but considering I woke up here with you, you probably don’t have too much to worry about.”
But he’s already lost Jim who’s now staring at his own left hand. “I have one too.” Jim looks at him with heat in his eyes and a small private smile that never falls to slide straight down his spine. “Does that mean we’re married again?”
“You mean that thing we had wasn’t officially binding?” Hikaru says as he pats himself down for a communicator or something. He’s still in his Starfleet uniform at least but no sign of the communicator or anything else that might help them right now. “You weren’t talking about marriage rituals or some shit like that?”
Jim’s face freezes for a split second, blue eyes losing some of their blue as pupils widen and his smile tears a bit at the corners. Hikaru glares then freezes as his mind rewinds the last few days. “Jim.”
“Didn’t you see those rocks they had on their hands?” Hikaru just keeps staring. “I figured I could establish some good cultural relationships by having us participate in the ritual and score us some of those rings.”
Hikaru leans in and kisses Jim when he stops to take a breath. “You idiot,” he murmurs against his lips. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”
Jim’s smile curves against his lips. “Because I make your life more exciting?”
“One way of putting it. So, what else did this ritual you signed us up for entail?”
“Hot, raunchy celebratory sex?” There’s a hopeful look on Jim’s face and a look he’s all too familiar with in his eyes. He’s enjoying the chaos of it all, just like him to do.
He smacks Jim then and gives a pointed look at their surroundings.
“Well…we need to find a hot springs and then once we get there….”
Hikaru only half listens as he runs his hands over Jim to make sure he’s okay to move. The last thing they need on what is evidently his anniversary trip is for Jim to fall over before they even get there.
Author: Zippit
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Character(s)/Pairing(s): James T. Kirk/Hikaru Sulu
Rating: PG-13
Content Notes: N/A
Word Count: 1,612 / 10,691
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed within are not mine. This is merely a loving response to the original work.
Author’s Notes: This has been a challenge to write but it's been fun. I hope people enjoy.
Summary: Neither Hikaru or Jim are big on anniversaries, at least that's what Hikaru thinks.
Anniversaries weren’t ever a big deal between them because half the time they were dealing with a crisis that required their attention. It wasn’t intentional. It’s just what happened on the USS Enterprise and you dealt with it. Neither of them were big on the sentimental side. Jim for his various reasons and Hikaru because he’d bottled that up and put it away a long time ago.
Their first couple years together were more focused on the ship and getting everyone back together alive. The excitement of space more than sentiment enough to bind them together. Those years were good. Away missions where he was sent down to study the botany or ones where the population wasn’t hostile and they could wander the new world together. They picked up memories and stories more than souvenirs.
Some time after their second year together, Jim wanted to learn to fence. Hikaru was reluctant at first because he could just imagine McCoy yelling about teaching Jim to actively injure himself. But they’re still new and Hikaru doesn’t want Jim getting bored with him so he caves. Jim’s a faster learner than he gave him credit for. They’re having decent bouts within a couple months and Hikaru doesn’t know where Jim’s finding the time to practice. They’ve barely had a moment to themselves in weeks.
When Jim finally beats him, it’s a surprise to everyone but Jim and the large betting pool Scotty’s got going. Well, the only one that had bet on Jim had been Jim so that didn’t really count. The first words out of his mouth as he tries to remember each point Jim scored is “How?”
He gets a Jim Kirk grin in return that goes straight to his cock and always has him thinking Jim’s more dangerous than anyone realizes. “I had some good incentive.”
Lust settles low in his body as Jim loops an arm around his shoulders and waves off the congratulations with a shit eating grin and a gleam in his eye. It takes too long for Jim to maneuver them out of the room and back to their quarters with casual teasing touches letting Hikaru know exactly what’s coming. When they get there, it doesn’t take long before he’s flat on his back with Jim Kirk all over him and heat swamping them both.
Several weeks go by before Hikaru realizes the bout occurred on their anniversary. He shrugs it off as coincidence.
Year five has them back on Earth counting down the months as the Enterprise gets refitted for her second exploratory mission. It means his family’s popping in and out of the place he moved into with Jim. He still has his own place but enough of his stuff has moved to Jim’s that it might as well be his. He spends enough time there already.
Hikaru knows his family’s getting serious when Jim gets invited to his first family dinner. He hasn’t seen this much charm turned on by Jim for months now. He’s always thought if they could somehow distill and bottle it they’d make a fortune. There’s something unnatural about it.
The dinner goes better than he expected. There’s no train wreck of conflicting goals or sentiments. In fact, Jim gets on well with everyone in his family from his parents to his sisters. Jim devours some of everything that gets passed his way while Hikaru’s half tensed from the possibility of an allergic reaction. Either Jim has some sort of tolerance for Korean food or his family’s been fed information on what not to feed hyperallergic Jim Kirk.
When all is said and done, his family has practically adopted Jim and might have plans to disown him if the way his sisters were smirking meant anything. What they don’t see is when they get back to their place how Jim drops on the couch like his strings have been cut and drapes his arm over his eyes.
Hikaru shoves him over enough to sit then pulls Jim’s head into his lap. He runs his fingers through dirty blonde hair and arches an eyebrow. Jim’s only ever this tired after a sparring match with Spock. “I hate to see what you use that charm for otherwise.”
“Oh you know, the usual, diplomatic functions, Starfleet brass wanting to strip my rank away.” Jim waves his hand in the air but it looks more like a boneless wrist flopping around. “Nothing big.”
“Uh huh.” He sits there with Jim until he drops off. He looks younger this way, as young as they really are. Stripped of command, of anything but Hikaru and Jim, Hikaru wonders what this man would do for anything else he wanted.
The next day Hikaru finds a brand new set of silverware tucked into their drawers. They’re plain and unadorned, which sets the urge to engrave something more symbolic of them into the handles. It’s as he’s rubbing the pad of his thumb over the handles of a spoon he realizes what the Stardate is: the day after another year together.
He’s concussed, barely knows what year it is, his jaw feels like it’s been broken, and he doesn’t know where the hell he is. He squints into blinding overhead light and grunts as he tries to move to his side. The hands he expect to push him down don’t come, which rules out Sick Bay and Jim and McCoy. That doesn’t mean he’s any luckier wherever he is.
He levers himself into an upright position, gripping the solid barklike feel of something next to him. Hikaru slits his eyes open and manages to make out a weirdly colored field that looks oddly like corn. He slowly slides his eyes fully open and looks around. He’s propped against what would be a tree except for the crystalline look of it all.
He lifts a cautious hand to probe his skull and finds a good sized lump on the back of it. “Yup, concussion,” he mutters. “Now where the hell am I?”
Something on his hand catches the light and the flare sends a bolt of pain through his head. He grits his teeth and brings his left hand closer to inspect it. A ring formed out of crystal that looks like the tree beside him curls around his ring finger. It’s warmed to his body temperature and slides off with little issue. Belatedly he tenses and readies for his body to reject the ring’s removal.
The fit’s perfect as he slides it back on. It stands out against his skin and he’ll need to figure out where it came from later. There’s a moan from the other side of the tree and Hikaru makes his way over several large crystal roots on his hands and knees. “Jim!”
“Don’t shout,” Jim says through a wince. He looks like he’s in the same shape Hikaru is. He leans into the side of a large root and manages to position Jim so his head’s cradled in his lap. “Where are we?”
“Someplace we shouldn’t be.” Hikaru glances around the emptiness surrounding them. “What the hell happened?”
“Don’t know. Last thing I remember I was discussing a ritual with the High Ambassador.” Jim’s hauling himself into an upright position by using Hikaru’s arm like a branch. He’s vaguely upright though slumped against him when he seizes his left hand and lifts it. “Hey, this is new. Should I be jealous?”
A bright grin only a little fuzzy at the edges gets turned on him and Hikaru rolls his eyes. “Maybe but considering I woke up here with you, you probably don’t have too much to worry about.”
But he’s already lost Jim who’s now staring at his own left hand. “I have one too.” Jim looks at him with heat in his eyes and a small private smile that never falls to slide straight down his spine. “Does that mean we’re married again?”
“You mean that thing we had wasn’t officially binding?” Hikaru says as he pats himself down for a communicator or something. He’s still in his Starfleet uniform at least but no sign of the communicator or anything else that might help them right now. “You weren’t talking about marriage rituals or some shit like that?”
Jim’s face freezes for a split second, blue eyes losing some of their blue as pupils widen and his smile tears a bit at the corners. Hikaru glares then freezes as his mind rewinds the last few days. “Jim.”
“Didn’t you see those rocks they had on their hands?” Hikaru just keeps staring. “I figured I could establish some good cultural relationships by having us participate in the ritual and score us some of those rings.”
Hikaru leans in and kisses Jim when he stops to take a breath. “You idiot,” he murmurs against his lips. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”
Jim’s smile curves against his lips. “Because I make your life more exciting?”
“One way of putting it. So, what else did this ritual you signed us up for entail?”
“Hot, raunchy celebratory sex?” There’s a hopeful look on Jim’s face and a look he’s all too familiar with in his eyes. He’s enjoying the chaos of it all, just like him to do.
He smacks Jim then and gives a pointed look at their surroundings.
“Well…we need to find a hot springs and then once we get there….”
Hikaru only half listens as he runs his hands over Jim to make sure he’s okay to move. The last thing they need on what is evidently his anniversary trip is for Jim to fall over before they even get there.