Dreams Come True (Chekov/Scotty)
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imasupermuteantTitle: Dreams Come True
Author:imasupermuteant
Pairing: Chekov/Scotty
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Light bdsm-ness, tentacles
Prompt: Risa's the pleasure planet of the quadrant. They must have tentacle-related services there....
Word Count: 1353
Note: Written for lj's![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tentacle_fest
Montgomery Scott was not having a very enjoyable shore leave.
"Fuckin' hell." Scotty cursed, pulling Chekov along by the hand as they left yet another brothel.
"Come to Risa, they said," He continued as he stomped down the street, "All you're dreams will come true, they said."
"Monty..." Chekov attempted to interrupt.
"Risa has everything! Men with pussies and women with dicks and nongendered beings with genitalia the size and shape of a bloody baseball bat, right?"
"Monty..." Chekov jogged to keep up with his boyfriend as Scotty continued his tirade, it was that or have his wrist ripped off.
"All we wanted was one fuckin' thing. Just one little fantasy that most likely shared by folks all over the fuckin' galaxy. But nooooo."
"Montgomery!" Chekov shouted, finally pulling his wrist free and standing firm in the middle of the road.
"What?!"
"You need to calm down or I will go and have an enjoyable shore leave with the Keptin and Mr. Sulu. Without. You."
"I..." Scotty irrational anger melted in the face of Chekov's ire, "I'm sorry, babe. I didnae mean to get all flustered. It's just..."
"Monty." Chekov sighed, leaning up to give his lover a kiss, "We can have a perfect vacation without this silly sexual escapade."
"We've been planning this for months!" If he had been speaking to anyone other than Scotty, Chekov would have thought that he was whining, "And I cannae believe that the Cephola House lost our reservation."
"It was my fault we got into this in the first place." Chekov said, disappointed but resigned, "I should never have let you watch those Orion cartoons. I'm sorry that we can't get you your tentacles."
"Aye." Scotty replied, sounding defeated.
Chekov took his lover's hand, "We might not have tentacles, but we can go to that place that McCoy talked about where they submerge you in lubricant."
"Well I guess..." Scotty sighed.
"They have hot tubs filled with beer!"
"I do like beer."
"See." Chekov grinned, "It's not so bad. And we still have an all weekend pass to the dungeons at Mount Pain."
"Aye!" Scotty enthused, "That we do!"
"How about we head over there and I'll hang you from the ceiling and beat you." Chekov cajoled
"Will there be anal beads?"
"If you want anal beads, you'll get anal beads." Chekov told him with a kiss on the cheek.
They headed in the direction of their new destination, all thoughts of tentacles dispelled for the moment.
But as the walked down the street, hand in hand, Chekov was plotting something strange and devious.
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Three weeks after a very exciting (if tentacle-less) shore leave, Scotty walked into the quarters he shared with his younger lover with a whistle in his lips and a bounce in his step.
He found Chekov waiting for him in the bed, completely naked and lounging as if Scotty's quarters were his own personal day spa. His cock was already hard and red, straining up from a nest of long... skin-colored... tentacles.
"Pasha!" Scotty cried in shock, "What, what happened to your legs?"
"I found someone on Risa who could make me a temporary tentacle inducing drug." Chekov said with a sultry grin, "They use it for people who want gender- or species- reassignment. It was wery hard to procure."
"You... You..." Scotty could feel his cock growing hard and his mouth going dry as he watched Chekov slowly stroke himself with his own tentacles.
"I brought you just what you wanted." Chekov purred, "Because I love you. Now come here and kneel."
Scotty knelt at the foot of the bed, his eyes focused on Chekov's twining tentacles.
"Oh lad." He moaned, "Pasha. This is possibly the best gift I've ever been given."
"We have not even started yet!" Chekov giggled, his new tentacles reaching out and taking hold of Scotty, a firm grip holding his hands together behind his back, a few more limbs pushing his knees apart.
"Are you ready?" Chekov asked sweetly, his voice bright and casual despite the fact that he was desperately aroused. One of the things that Scotty loved most about sex with Chekov was that the young navigator managed to remain just as bright and cheerful and young-sounding even as he dominated Scotty into mindless bliss. Most officers on the bridge thought Chekov was the bottom of all bottoms; Scotty had yet to disabuse anyone of that notion.
"Mmmmph." As Scotty opened his mouth to answer the question, Chekov thrust two tentacles into Scotty's mouth, pushing past the point where others would have gagged. Scotty merely relaxed his throat and swallowed, accepting as much as Chekov chose to give.
"Oh!" Chekov gasped in glee, "Is like you are sucking on my cock!"
Scotty groaned in approval, the vibrations sending Chekov into moans and giggles. Tentacles were exploring the rest of Scotty's body even as the ones in his mouth became slick with a sweet substance which Scotty swallowed down eagerly. It was a unique taste, and yet Scotty was sure that there was something in it that was exactly the same as the saltiness of Chekov's come.
There was a tentacle trailing itself along Scotty's nipple, and another sliding wetly against his entrance, not penetrating but promising. Scotty could barely contain his moans of pleasure as Chekov stroked and caressed every inch of his body.
"Mmmm." Scotty groaned around the two long members, pushing himself back against the thick tentacle teasing against his hole.
"Do you want something?" Chekov asked sweetly, pretending not to notice Soctty's desperation.
"Mmmph!" Completely incomprehensible, Scotty pressed back, feeling just the tip of a thick tentacle enter him.
"Do you want me to fuck you, is that it?" Chekov asked, struggling to maintain his calm tone of voice, "You want me to fill you with these things? How many could you take?"
One thin member wrapped itself tightly around the base of Scotty's cock, keeping him from coming even as he screamed his pleasure past the obstructions in his mouth.
"Maybe I will just stay here." Chekov teased, wiggling the tip of the thin tentacle that was only barely inside him, "Would you like that instead?"
Scotty moaned again in both denial and desire, swallowing hard around Chekov and causing his lover to let out a deep moan.
The tentacle at Scotty's entrance had leaked fluid to the point that it was slipping further in with nearly no help from Chekov at all. Scotty had expected a slow penetration, the sort of teasing fucking that Chekov enjoyed so much, and so he was shocked into a small, muffled scream when Chekov pushed that single tentacle into him with no warning and little preparation.
Scotty could feel Chekov smiling against his neck as the younger officer held him tighter in his long coils, sliding that single tentacle in and out before joining it with a second, and then a third, and then a fourth.
The tentacles twined together within him, feeling at once like a single large member and yet moving individually in a way that sent Scotty's eyes rolling back in his head. He moaned again, begging without words for Chekov to let him come.
With a single hard thrust, Chekov released the binding around Scotty's cock, allowing his lover the release he had been craving. Even as Scotty succomed to his own orgasm, Chekov brought himself off, each individual tentacle spurting a sweet, clear liquid which covered Scotty and the floor.
Chekov collapse, giggling, the nest of coils twining lazily around Scotty as he recovered from a mind-blowing orgasm.
"Was it just the way you imagined?" Chekov asked him smugly.
"Jus' perfect." Scotty rasped, his throat feeling stretched and rough, "Jus' like in those bloody Orion cartoons."
"But better." Chekov told him primly.
"Aye lad. Better." Scotty let his head rest on the bed. At some point, he told himself, he would have to get off the floor, but at the moment he was content to rest in the spill of Chekov's coils.
"See now!" Chekov grinned at him, "Risa really does make all your dreams come true!"
Author:
imasupermuteantPairing: Chekov/Scotty
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Light bdsm-ness, tentacles
Prompt: Risa's the pleasure planet of the quadrant. They must have tentacle-related services there....
Word Count: 1353
Note: Written for lj's
tentacle_festMontgomery Scott was not having a very enjoyable shore leave.
"Fuckin' hell." Scotty cursed, pulling Chekov along by the hand as they left yet another brothel.
"Come to Risa, they said," He continued as he stomped down the street, "All you're dreams will come true, they said."
"Monty..." Chekov attempted to interrupt.
"Risa has everything! Men with pussies and women with dicks and nongendered beings with genitalia the size and shape of a bloody baseball bat, right?"
"Monty..." Chekov jogged to keep up with his boyfriend as Scotty continued his tirade, it was that or have his wrist ripped off.
"All we wanted was one fuckin' thing. Just one little fantasy that most likely shared by folks all over the fuckin' galaxy. But nooooo."
"Montgomery!" Chekov shouted, finally pulling his wrist free and standing firm in the middle of the road.
"What?!"
"You need to calm down or I will go and have an enjoyable shore leave with the Keptin and Mr. Sulu. Without. You."
"I..." Scotty irrational anger melted in the face of Chekov's ire, "I'm sorry, babe. I didnae mean to get all flustered. It's just..."
"Monty." Chekov sighed, leaning up to give his lover a kiss, "We can have a perfect vacation without this silly sexual escapade."
"We've been planning this for months!" If he had been speaking to anyone other than Scotty, Chekov would have thought that he was whining, "And I cannae believe that the Cephola House lost our reservation."
"It was my fault we got into this in the first place." Chekov said, disappointed but resigned, "I should never have let you watch those Orion cartoons. I'm sorry that we can't get you your tentacles."
"Aye." Scotty replied, sounding defeated.
Chekov took his lover's hand, "We might not have tentacles, but we can go to that place that McCoy talked about where they submerge you in lubricant."
"Well I guess..." Scotty sighed.
"They have hot tubs filled with beer!"
"I do like beer."
"See." Chekov grinned, "It's not so bad. And we still have an all weekend pass to the dungeons at Mount Pain."
"Aye!" Scotty enthused, "That we do!"
"How about we head over there and I'll hang you from the ceiling and beat you." Chekov cajoled
"Will there be anal beads?"
"If you want anal beads, you'll get anal beads." Chekov told him with a kiss on the cheek.
They headed in the direction of their new destination, all thoughts of tentacles dispelled for the moment.
But as the walked down the street, hand in hand, Chekov was plotting something strange and devious.
Three weeks after a very exciting (if tentacle-less) shore leave, Scotty walked into the quarters he shared with his younger lover with a whistle in his lips and a bounce in his step.
He found Chekov waiting for him in the bed, completely naked and lounging as if Scotty's quarters were his own personal day spa. His cock was already hard and red, straining up from a nest of long... skin-colored... tentacles.
"Pasha!" Scotty cried in shock, "What, what happened to your legs?"
"I found someone on Risa who could make me a temporary tentacle inducing drug." Chekov said with a sultry grin, "They use it for people who want gender- or species- reassignment. It was wery hard to procure."
"You... You..." Scotty could feel his cock growing hard and his mouth going dry as he watched Chekov slowly stroke himself with his own tentacles.
"I brought you just what you wanted." Chekov purred, "Because I love you. Now come here and kneel."
Scotty knelt at the foot of the bed, his eyes focused on Chekov's twining tentacles.
"Oh lad." He moaned, "Pasha. This is possibly the best gift I've ever been given."
"We have not even started yet!" Chekov giggled, his new tentacles reaching out and taking hold of Scotty, a firm grip holding his hands together behind his back, a few more limbs pushing his knees apart.
"Are you ready?" Chekov asked sweetly, his voice bright and casual despite the fact that he was desperately aroused. One of the things that Scotty loved most about sex with Chekov was that the young navigator managed to remain just as bright and cheerful and young-sounding even as he dominated Scotty into mindless bliss. Most officers on the bridge thought Chekov was the bottom of all bottoms; Scotty had yet to disabuse anyone of that notion.
"Mmmmph." As Scotty opened his mouth to answer the question, Chekov thrust two tentacles into Scotty's mouth, pushing past the point where others would have gagged. Scotty merely relaxed his throat and swallowed, accepting as much as Chekov chose to give.
"Oh!" Chekov gasped in glee, "Is like you are sucking on my cock!"
Scotty groaned in approval, the vibrations sending Chekov into moans and giggles. Tentacles were exploring the rest of Scotty's body even as the ones in his mouth became slick with a sweet substance which Scotty swallowed down eagerly. It was a unique taste, and yet Scotty was sure that there was something in it that was exactly the same as the saltiness of Chekov's come.
There was a tentacle trailing itself along Scotty's nipple, and another sliding wetly against his entrance, not penetrating but promising. Scotty could barely contain his moans of pleasure as Chekov stroked and caressed every inch of his body.
"Mmmm." Scotty groaned around the two long members, pushing himself back against the thick tentacle teasing against his hole.
"Do you want something?" Chekov asked sweetly, pretending not to notice Soctty's desperation.
"Mmmph!" Completely incomprehensible, Scotty pressed back, feeling just the tip of a thick tentacle enter him.
"Do you want me to fuck you, is that it?" Chekov asked, struggling to maintain his calm tone of voice, "You want me to fill you with these things? How many could you take?"
One thin member wrapped itself tightly around the base of Scotty's cock, keeping him from coming even as he screamed his pleasure past the obstructions in his mouth.
"Maybe I will just stay here." Chekov teased, wiggling the tip of the thin tentacle that was only barely inside him, "Would you like that instead?"
Scotty moaned again in both denial and desire, swallowing hard around Chekov and causing his lover to let out a deep moan.
The tentacle at Scotty's entrance had leaked fluid to the point that it was slipping further in with nearly no help from Chekov at all. Scotty had expected a slow penetration, the sort of teasing fucking that Chekov enjoyed so much, and so he was shocked into a small, muffled scream when Chekov pushed that single tentacle into him with no warning and little preparation.
Scotty could feel Chekov smiling against his neck as the younger officer held him tighter in his long coils, sliding that single tentacle in and out before joining it with a second, and then a third, and then a fourth.
The tentacles twined together within him, feeling at once like a single large member and yet moving individually in a way that sent Scotty's eyes rolling back in his head. He moaned again, begging without words for Chekov to let him come.
With a single hard thrust, Chekov released the binding around Scotty's cock, allowing his lover the release he had been craving. Even as Scotty succomed to his own orgasm, Chekov brought himself off, each individual tentacle spurting a sweet, clear liquid which covered Scotty and the floor.
Chekov collapse, giggling, the nest of coils twining lazily around Scotty as he recovered from a mind-blowing orgasm.
"Was it just the way you imagined?" Chekov asked him smugly.
"Jus' perfect." Scotty rasped, his throat feeling stretched and rough, "Jus' like in those bloody Orion cartoons."
"But better." Chekov told him primly.
"Aye lad. Better." Scotty let his head rest on the bed. At some point, he told himself, he would have to get off the floor, but at the moment he was content to rest in the spill of Chekov's coils.
"See now!" Chekov grinned at him, "Risa really does make all your dreams come true!"
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on 2010-03-27 07:41 pm (UTC)