Fic: Redefining The Contract
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miss_m_cricketTitle: Redefining The Contract
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miss_m_cricket
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot AU
Pairing: James T Kirk / Leonard McCoy
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jim_and_bones
Rating: PG-13
Summary: His file on the guy is brief. Basically it tells him that James T Kirk is an ambitious and talented man, with plans for the top of the military. Frankly he thinks the lot could use a good overhaul but nobody really listens to hit men.
A/N: Posted FOREVER ago, but never then put here. Yes I'm lazy. Sue me <3
Redefining The Contract
Bones has been itching to quit the shadow world for weeks, and this is his last contract. Finally. After he kills this last whackjob with overbearing ambitions, he can go back to Georgia and start repaying his bloody ways with healing the sick instead of toppling governments.
His file on the guy is brief. Basically it tells him that James T Kirk is an ambitious and talented man, with plans for the top of the military. Frankly he thinks the lot could use a good overhaul but nobody really listens to hit men.
Mores the pity.
Normally he'd stake out his target and then after time and planning he would kill the bastard, but this time he just wants it fucking over with already! So he heads straight to the beaten bush track, already sweating in the heat. Waiting for Kirk and his lot to come down to the small village near the base for cold drinks, and the female company.
He's crouched outside the bar, case of rifles on the ground before him when he sees a bunch of young men strolling up. Normally he'd glance up and then pretend to be busy and uninteresting but this...sadly was the motherfucker of all times for him to change his style.
One of them is a golden haired, fucking GOD with bright blue eyes and a bit of scruff over his chin. And he's wearing jeans, fucking blue jeans that cling to his ass and holy fuck who knew that sweatdrops on necks could be so sexy.
He's gorgeous, really truly fucking gorgeous, and Bones wants to just forget his job for a moment and drag this guy somewhere for some private time. He knows theres a stunned look on his face, and there might be drool, although he hopes the sunglasses on his face at least hide the glazed look. All he can see is the guy under him, dirty on the red earth, naked, sweating and begging him for more.
Yeah you try focusing with that image in your head.
Then one of his comrades calls him 'Kirk' and Bones wants to use his rifles to blast himself in the head.
Of course this gorgeous bit of man flesh is Kirk.
He waits outside, thinking through his options before he tucks the guns under the pub in a hole, and saunters in, catching Kirk's eye with a smirk.
Fuck his contract. If Kirk turns out to be a whackjob, he'll kill him. But first...
"Hey..." Kirk leans against the bar before him and traces the shape of the skull and crossbones tattoo on his arm, "Bones right?"
He tenses because this kid seems...
Kirk smirks and leans in, overwhelming him with the lack of personal space and humid air, "They call orgasm the little death. Wanna die with me Bones?"
Motherfucker!
He chugs down his bourbon shot and stands, watching as Kirk follows him with his body. He's going to ignore that this puppy knows who he is and what he does, he's much to intrigued now to care, "I'll even let you play with my rifle." he growled, watching the boys eyes close and a moan to leave his lips.
"Bathroom?" Kirk murmurs.
"You read my mind."
He's not breaking the rules. He's just redefining the parameters of the contract.
Author:
miss_m_cricketFandom: Star Trek Reboot AU
Pairing: James T Kirk / Leonard McCoy
Comm:
jim_and_bonesRating: PG-13
Summary: His file on the guy is brief. Basically it tells him that James T Kirk is an ambitious and talented man, with plans for the top of the military. Frankly he thinks the lot could use a good overhaul but nobody really listens to hit men.
A/N: Posted FOREVER ago, but never then put here. Yes I'm lazy. Sue me <3
Redefining The Contract
Bones has been itching to quit the shadow world for weeks, and this is his last contract. Finally. After he kills this last whackjob with overbearing ambitions, he can go back to Georgia and start repaying his bloody ways with healing the sick instead of toppling governments.
His file on the guy is brief. Basically it tells him that James T Kirk is an ambitious and talented man, with plans for the top of the military. Frankly he thinks the lot could use a good overhaul but nobody really listens to hit men.
Mores the pity.
Normally he'd stake out his target and then after time and planning he would kill the bastard, but this time he just wants it fucking over with already! So he heads straight to the beaten bush track, already sweating in the heat. Waiting for Kirk and his lot to come down to the small village near the base for cold drinks, and the female company.
He's crouched outside the bar, case of rifles on the ground before him when he sees a bunch of young men strolling up. Normally he'd glance up and then pretend to be busy and uninteresting but this...sadly was the motherfucker of all times for him to change his style.
One of them is a golden haired, fucking GOD with bright blue eyes and a bit of scruff over his chin. And he's wearing jeans, fucking blue jeans that cling to his ass and holy fuck who knew that sweatdrops on necks could be so sexy.
He's gorgeous, really truly fucking gorgeous, and Bones wants to just forget his job for a moment and drag this guy somewhere for some private time. He knows theres a stunned look on his face, and there might be drool, although he hopes the sunglasses on his face at least hide the glazed look. All he can see is the guy under him, dirty on the red earth, naked, sweating and begging him for more.
Yeah you try focusing with that image in your head.
Then one of his comrades calls him 'Kirk' and Bones wants to use his rifles to blast himself in the head.
Of course this gorgeous bit of man flesh is Kirk.
He waits outside, thinking through his options before he tucks the guns under the pub in a hole, and saunters in, catching Kirk's eye with a smirk.
Fuck his contract. If Kirk turns out to be a whackjob, he'll kill him. But first...
"Hey..." Kirk leans against the bar before him and traces the shape of the skull and crossbones tattoo on his arm, "Bones right?"
He tenses because this kid seems...
Kirk smirks and leans in, overwhelming him with the lack of personal space and humid air, "They call orgasm the little death. Wanna die with me Bones?"
Motherfucker!
He chugs down his bourbon shot and stands, watching as Kirk follows him with his body. He's going to ignore that this puppy knows who he is and what he does, he's much to intrigued now to care, "I'll even let you play with my rifle." he growled, watching the boys eyes close and a moan to leave his lips.
"Bathroom?" Kirk murmurs.
"You read my mind."
He's not breaking the rules. He's just redefining the parameters of the contract.
