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28 July 2010 @ 08:07 pm
Biweekly Drabble-Drawble fest  
Hello all!

Here is an idea I'd like to try out, if any of you are interested in participating. I was thinking of doing a monthly or biweekly drabble-drawble fest, similar to what I've seen in some other comms. How it works is this:

1) Pick a prompt from under the list
2) Set a timer for ten minutes
3) Write or draw for ten minutes
4) Post your story or art in the comments!

- If you end up going over ten minutes, that's cool! Post it anyway! The time limit is just a way to get the creative juices flowing. If you end up writing some magnum opus, feel free to post it on its own!

- You can fill more than one prompt, and each prompt can be filled multiple times!

- You can write or draw anything to do with Chekov/Sulu, or Chekov or Sulu on their own.

- Other pairings can feature as long as the focus is Chekov/Sulu! So you can have Kirk/McCoy in the background, or for instance you can have past Scotty/Chekov, as long as the focus is on our boys together.

- Any universe or AU is allowed! As long as the characters are still recognizably Sulu and Chekov!

- Please use any applicable warnings or labels in the header of your comment, and generally just follow the rules of the comm. :-) State which prompt # you're filling in the header too!

- You can keep writing and drawing fills until the next drabblefest post goes up, if you so choose!

- Enjoy everyone else's work too!

If you guys like this, maybe I will put up a planning post for the next challenges, and get some thoughts on how to run this. Maybe we can have themed prompts and different time challenges, etc. Lemme know what you think!

Here are the prompts for this challenge!

Can I engage you a while?
Can I tug on your elbow?
Can I steer you a while
My sweet little sailboat?
-Gord Downie “Sailboat”

I came here to drink milk and kick ass... and I've just finished my milk.
- Maurice Moss, The IT Crowd.

Darling dear what have you done?
Your hands and face are smeared with blood
-The Decemberists, “The Tain”

Your magic beans mean at least
you'll have one giant friend
-The Long Winters “Clouds”

I have a secret
Tell me.
Please tell me.
No. Put it out of your mind.
Please? If I put it out of my mind, then will you tell me?
-Gord Downie “W's Mind”

Chasing my excuses to the end of the night
Tried to make a friend, but it ended with a fight
I don't know why, and I don't know when
But my keys have found a way to lock me out again
-Bishop Allen “Little Black Ache”


Have fun!
Lauren Janetljismahname on July 29th, 2010 03:34 am (UTC)
And the fact that there's a quote from The IT Crowd on there makes me squee even more!
Definitely going to do this and will return at some point with something(s).
Fixthe Fernback: sulu and chekovfixthe_firnback on July 29th, 2010 03:47 am (UTC)
Yay! I look forward to it!

Viivi: shoesviivi on July 29th, 2010 05:55 am (UTC)
I love this idea!! A very short piece for #1:

It was a constant thing, being in a relationship, having a boyfriend. Not something that quit because Pavel was in a bad mood, or wanted to spend an hour or two alone. In a way it was an obligation, a standing offer of his ear and elbow and company.

He'd had previous boyfriends and girlfriends, but they were more experimental flirting than anything else, a way to pass the time in grade school, something more in name than in spirit. A kiss at the end of classes, then again at the beginning of them the next day, a few notes traded in-between, and that was about it.

With Hikaru it was different, it was real, it was adult. It was something Pavel never had before, and in a way it was intimidating in its demands.

But in another way, a more important way -- when they were in meetings with their fellow officers and Chekov wasn't quite sure what to say, and Hikaru took his elbow in a guiding touch, or when Pavel laid out under Hikaru on his bed, drifting aimlessly, and all he knew was Hikaru's hands resting on his sides, or against his cheek -- all he could feel was calm, and trust, and the knowledge that there was never anywhere Hikaru would lead him that wasn't safe and loved. He would always allow Hikaru to steer him, because Hikaru would always lead him to somewhere he wanted to be.
nill: chekov sadtallycola on July 29th, 2010 06:26 am (UTC)
Naww this is adorable! I love a Chekov who is new to having a real boyfriend, and who relies on Hikaru. It's realistic and cuuute. ;__;
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nill: sulutallycola on July 29th, 2010 06:13 am (UTC)
It had been a dream of Sulu's, when he was younger, to sail around the world in an old-fashioned dinghy, one with perhaps only modest GPS and self-sailing capabilities, without a replicator or access to a transporter. To take the slow way, a few months around the Earth's oceans, alone or, and he never admitted this part, with a lover, exploring each other as they explored the world. Whenever he started a new relationship, whenever he was infatuated with some new girl or boy that caught his eye, he had his daydream of kissing them on their little yacht as they sailed the bright blue waters, but nothing ever lasted long enough for that to happen.

He gave up on his dream when it became apparent how few people were interested in sailing the old-fashioned way, of travelling their boring old planet of birth, and when he realized how little time he would have in his chosen career. It was one of many dreams he gave up to join Starfleet.

It was weird that he would finally get his dream on some backwater planet in the middle of nowhere, a planet with tiny islands and hardly any mainland, and hundreds upon hundreds of miles of ocean. They had been stranded on one such island without any radio contact, and Kirk had sent him in a little dingy to find Mister Spock on a distant chain of islands. Only Sulu, the little dingy, and Chekov to navigate.

Chekov used star charts and a telescope, and what passed for a computerized system on this primitive vessel, and mapped a course for them. Sulu had, of course, always been a little bit awed (and irritated) at Chekov's talents and accomplishments at such a young age. But he was one who knew how the sail, having learned it from his father on long summer days spent on their cheap little yacht in the bay in San Francisco. It was three days between the islands, and teaching Chekov how to hoist the sails and tie the knots was a surprising pleasure – the boy was eager to learn and easy to teach, looking at the ropes with wide eyes and furrowed brow. More than once a too-strong wind knocked him, laughing, into Sulu's arms.

And then at night, when Chekov mapped the stars and figured out where they were going, Sulu would just sit and watch him, watch him be as uncompromisingly good at his job as everybody else in Starfleet, biting his lip in concentration and squinting at the paper map with a flashlight.

One day, when he got enough courage, Sulu decided, he would kiss that boy.
hollycomb on July 29th, 2010 01:58 pm (UTC)
Re: #1
More than once a too-strong wind knocked him, laughing, into Sulu's arms.

I love this image so much, and your final line is so perfect for the tone of this. :)
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nill: sulutallycola on July 29th, 2010 06:34 am (UTC)
They were taking what passed for public transit on this world back to the transporter spot, Sulu shaking his head ruefully and Chekov poking experimentally at the black eye that was developing on his face.

"You're so strange, Pavel," Sulu said. "I never would have pegged you to be one for bar fights."

"Oh yes," Chekov said, around a loose tooth and a bloody mouth. "In Russia, at school, I am usually smallest, and you know I have many brothers. I had to fight."

"This wasn't even a bar, though," Sulu said, and it wasn't, this was a dry planet. It was more like a coffee shop. They had been sipping the local equivalent of creamy hot chocolate when the fight broke out. "And these are peaceful people, you can't just get into a fight with one of them. Especially not when you're in uniform."

Chekov shrugged. "I know," he said. "Cultural sensitivity was never my strong point. I am learning though," he looked up at Sulu and somehow managed to look cute and puppy dog under the black eye and bloody mouth.

"Yes," Sulu said. "You are. Kirk is still gonna give you a talking though, though."

Chekov nodded. "I understand. But I could not allow them to insult you, Hikaru."

Sulu stifled a laugh despite himself. This was a Federation planet, but a rather isolated one, and the "insult" was somebody speculating on how "exotic and interesting" Sulu looked, since the standard image of a human male this society was exposed to was usually one more, well, Caucasian. It wasn't anything Sulu could really take as an insult, but Chekov was outraged on his behalf, although Sulu suspected there was a language barrier contributing to the problem.

Nonetheless -

"Thank you for protecting my honour," he said, and leaned over to kiss Chekov on one bruised cheek. "My hero."
kansan_entrails: SPOONkansan_entrails on July 29th, 2010 10:41 pm (UTC)
Re: #2
XD Chekov would fight for Sulu's honor. No one gets to ogle him and call him borderline offensive things except for him! Wait...
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jessofthebugsjessofthebugs on July 29th, 2010 06:49 am (UTC)
Prompt #3
Sulu was off-rotation for that day, but he couldn't stop thinking about whatever it was his dear sweet Pavel was getting into down on the planet. They were supposed to be a peaceful society, but the information from the planetary survey was almost fifty years old. Even if the survey data were correct, his Pavel was down there and he was up here worrying.

"It must be love," he said to himself, pacing the room. Out of habit or boredom or a weak attempt to forget how worried he was, he started his kata, slowly going through the moves to clear his mind. Still, the thought was persistent. "He's a Starfleet officer, he can take care of himself. He's been on dozens of away missions before." Even through the slow, deep breathing, and the movements of muscles that no longer needed direction from the brain, he thought of Pavel.

The door whooshed open and Chekov stumbled in, his face and hands smeared with blood. "What happened?! Are you okay?"

"I'm... fine."

"Bullshit, you are not fine." He sat Chekov down and grabbed a washcloth, carefully wiping the blood from his beloved's face. "What have you done?"

"Ensign Belwether was injured."

"From security?"

"Yes. She will be okay now. Dr. McCoy says that I saved her."
nill: chekov sadtallycola on July 29th, 2010 06:54 am (UTC)
Re: Prompt #3
!! Chekov to the rescue!
Re: Prompt #3 - fairhearing on July 29th, 2010 08:00 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Prompt #3 - rubynye on July 31st, 2010 02:40 pm (UTC) (Expand)
jessofthebugs: chekov/sulujessofthebugs on July 29th, 2010 06:51 am (UTC)
I have not been reading or writing much fic lately and this is a really awesome way to get my fic-related neurons going again.

This was just what I needed, just when I needed it.
jessofthebugsjessofthebugs on July 29th, 2010 07:16 am (UTC)
Prompt #2
One of the most favored sports on the Enterprise was what was fondly referred to as the "cultural pissing contest." The two most skilled players in this game happened to be one Lt. Commander Montgomery Scott and a particular Ensign Pavel Andreievich Chekov. This game was best played under the influence of alcohol and in the company of good friends. Sulu was primarily a spectator, laughing and applauding at each outrageous claim. Once, on a distant starbase, Scotty and Chekov were well engaged in a match and halfway through a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of vodka, respectively. It should be noted that this particular starbase was on the Klingon neutral zone and, through some treaty with a name hardly anyone could pronounce, it had been decided that both the Klingon Empire and the Federation would be able to peacefully use the facilities of this starbase.

"Boy, we've got to get you off this milk diet," Scotty grinned, indicating the Ensign's shot of vodka.

"This is vodka, and it is much better than your whiskey." Chekov downed the shot and smirked.

Scotty took a sip, enjoying every drop, "Oh, there's nothin' finer than a nicely aged Scotch whiskey, lad."

"Ha!" Chekov scoffed, "It was inwented by a little old lady in St. Petersburg-"

Then, before Chekov could finish his tale, the proverbial shit hit the fan. Disparaging words were said of the ship's captain, but these fine officers held it together, resisting the Klingons' taunts. Then, when they resorted to insulting the ship, even calm and level-headed sober Mr. Sulu could not hold them back.

Chekov downed another shot and turned to the towering Klingon, a specimen nearly twice his size, "I have come here to drink milk and kick asses... and I have finished my milk."
nill: rainbow armytallycola on July 29th, 2010 08:29 am (UTC)
Re: Prompt #2
Trouble with Tribbles ftw!
Re: Prompt #2 - jessofthebugs on July 30th, 2010 07:37 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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hollycomb on July 29th, 2010 01:55 pm (UTC)
(this is a really good idea :D)

Sulu isn't supposed to drink; it's a rule he made before enlisting. In high school, it was kind of an issue after he accidentally became one of the cool kids, and it never led to anything good.

Chekov is very persuasive, to an evil degree, and he's been singing the praises of this vodka in this space station bar for the past hour, and it's like he wants to see what tight-laced Sulu will do once he's thrown back a few shots.

Sulu shouldn't want to show him, because he knows exactly what he'll do, but he drinks everything that Chekov sets in front of him anyway. It's like Chekov refuses to believe that Sulu could ever be out of control, and the more Sulu drinks, the more he wants to prove him wrong. Chekov sleeps with this guy called Cupcake and maybe the Captain, too. There are a lot of rumors about him. He likes men who have the potential to be dangerous, and probably only gives Sulu the time of day because of what happened on that drill, which was almost a year ago, probably close to some sort of statute of limitations when it comes to Chekov's continued interest.

Chekov is laughing, wavering in Sulu's vision, his curls and then his shoulder becoming impossible not to touch, but Sulu is pulling it off, playing it cool, and Chekov is still laughing, scooting closer.

“Whoa!” Kirk says when he finds them, Bones at his side, looking like he wants to leave. They sit down, and their weight at the table seems to disturb the delicate balance of the universe, tilting the ground and making Sulu's stomach lurch. Which pisses him off.

“How much has he had?” Bones asks, nodding to Sulu, who laughs at the question.

“Not much,” Chekov says. He does that pout thing that only means he's deep in thought. “But I'm starting to think he has a low tolerance.”

“Is he drooling?” Kirk asks.

They're talking about him like he's not even here! Also: low tolerance? This wasn't even his idea. He'll show them tolerance – he'll show them –

The table gets knocked over somehow. Sulu manages to walk out of the bar on his own, and he might have some insubordinate parting words for Kirk, but Kirk is just trying not to laugh, telling Chekov not to let Sulu out of his sight. Chekov is apologizing, maybe, but Sulu wants to swat him away like a gnat.

He gets back to his room and the entry code won't work, so he punches the panel. Chekov stands against the opposite wall in the hallway, looking like he's trying to decide whether or not to run.

“Come with me,” he says, and Sulu does, but only because Chekov takes his arm and pulls. He's surprisingly strong, or maybe Sulu is just weak, and not only because he's drunk, but because Chekov is around.

Chekov's room is a disaster area. It makes Sulu feel better as he throws up in the tiny en suite bathroom.

“All better?” Chekov says as Sulu rinses his mouth out in the sink.

“No,” Sulu says, and he turns into Chekov's waiting arms.

In the morning, Sulu wakes up feeling less dead than he expected to, maybe because he got sick the night before.

“I don't drink,” Sulu says to Chekov, whose face is pressed against his on the pillow. Chekov is looking at Sulu like he's a character in a storybook, waiting to see what sort of transformation might have taken place during the night.

“I can overlook that,” Chekov says.

“Huh?” Sulu says, and Chekov kisses him. So it's Chekov's way of asking Sulu to be his boyfriend, or designated pilot, or whatever, and Sulu sighs into Chekov's mouth, agreeing, as usual, to his demands.
Fair Hearing: BLRUGHBLfairhearing on July 29th, 2010 06:56 pm (UTC)
Re: #6
Awww I love a Sulu who can't hold his liquor, hehe. I also love his affronted feather-ruffledness here :D

Edited at 2010-07-29 06:58 pm (UTC)
Re: #6 - viivi on July 30th, 2010 02:26 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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hollycomb on July 29th, 2010 01:57 pm (UTC)
It had been four days, and they had to try eating something. Sulu -- valiantly, stubbornly -- insisted on being the one who tested the fruit growing on the vines in the clearing where they've been stranded, and he said they were delicious, but still made Chekov wait before trying some himself.

“We'd be pretty piss poor officers if we both died of food poisoning,” Sulu said. Chekov huffed. Sulu's real reasoning was that he had appointed himself Chekov's guardian, jumping in front of him during battles and all but threatening to duel anyone who insulted him on the ship. Chekov was going to break up with him, for real this time, as soon as they got back, and if Sulu so much as put his shirt over a puddle for Chekov to walk across before then, blood would be shed.

“Still feeling normal?” Chekov asked an hour later, staring. Sulu was frowning, looking down at his hands.

“I feel like –” he started to say, but that was all he got out before he shot up into the sky, making Chekov shout and draw his phaser, though he wasn't sure what he was supposed to shoot at. After a few panicked, panted breaths, Chekov stared up at the thing that had materialized in front of him, slowly realizing what had happened.

“No way,” Sulu said, and his voice was like thunder, his face full of confusion and fear. He was about forty feet tall, Chekov would guess, the sudden hugeness of him proportional with that height.

Chekov fought the urge to faint.

“The fruit!” Sulu said, and Chekov slapped his hands over his ears.

“Try to whisper!” he screamed up at Sulu.

“What?” Sulu shouted back, leaning down as he said it, the force of his breath knocking Chekov onto his ass.

“You're going to make me deaf!” Chekov protested, and then there was a rumble, but it wasn't Sulu's voice this time. It was thunder, dark clouds gathering.

“Oh, God!” Chekov said, wanting to run around in frantic circles like a cartoon character, maybe just because of his sudden tininess. “You're going to be a lightening rod!”

Sulu sat down, which felt like a minor earthquake to Chekov. There was more thunder, some lightening in the distance, and Chekov's heart slammed in his chest as he tried to think of a way to keep Sulu safe.

The rain came fast and hard, flooding the clearing, and soon it was up to Chekov's ankles. When it was up to his thighs, water swirling savagely around him, turning the ground he had stood on to mud, Sulu scooped Chekov up in his palms and stood.

“Here,” Sulu said, keeping his voice soft. He held Chekov in one hand and used the other to make a roof over his head, protecting him from the rain. Chekov crossed his arms over his chest and sighed.

“Give me a piece of that fruit,” he said.

“What?” Sulu said. “But Pavel, we don't know –”

“Give me some now!” Chekov said, beating his fists against Sulu's palm as the rain continued to fall.

When Chekov transformed, his new weight knocked Sulu backward, but the floodwaters only came up to Sulu's wrists, and the rain was slowing, clouds parting. Chekov squatted on top of Sulu, grinning.

“This feels incredible!” he said. “Look at the trees, Hikaru! I feel like I could run across the whole planet in ten strides.”

“That would be irresponsible, Ensign,” Sulu said. “You might step on a village or something.”

“Fine,” Chekov said, pushing the tip of his nose against Sulu's. “I'll just have to conduct all of my experiments on you.”

“As your superior officer, I'd, uh. Be into that. Though really, wouldn't this have been more interesting if one of us was still small? It will just feel like it always does now that we're proportional to each other again.”

“Fine,” Chekov said, sitting back on Sulu's hips. “We'll just wait for you to shrink back, then you can crawl into my pants.”

“Come here, smart ass.”

Sex as rain-soaked, mud-splattered giants was good, but Chekov was flushing hard the whole time, wondering if his ass could be seen from space. When they were through, he positioned Sulu in such a way that he could be caught if he suddenly transformed back to normal size, and before they beamed back Chekov had a good five minutes to coo over mini-Sulu, who was such a good sport about it, beaming and cross-legged in Chekov's palm, that Chekov decided, again, not to break up with him.

Edited at 2010-07-29 02:03 pm (UTC)
Fair Hearing: lolfairhearing on July 29th, 2010 06:54 pm (UTC)
Re: #4
lol I swear hollycomb when I scrolled and saw this, I thought the subject header said 4/4 and I was about to kick your ass, I swear


Chekov didn't really want to break up though right, he was just frustrated at Sulu's stupid chivalry right ;___;
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Fair Hearing: wolfstarcross'dfairhearing on July 29th, 2010 07:33 pm (UTC)
One of the best things about Sulu was how excited he got over little things. The problem with Sulu, though, was how excited he got over little things.

Chekov usually managed to coax himself into being interested, and even when he couldn't he always tried to be patient, to smile and nod and ask questions at all the right intervals, but this particular instance it was one of their rare days off and Chekov had been right in the middle of rewiring his tricorder to detect ionic interference off-ship when Sulu got back from lunch, looking exhilarated and launching into an immediate, epic monologue about the new dish he'd tried at Uhura's suggestion, the unexpected spiciness thereof, how he'd tried water and that had made made things worse, how the two of them had scrambled to get the synthesizers to produce a reasonable facsimile of goat's milk, etc etc etc.

Chekov gave Sulu a tight smile at every dramatic revelation ("so of course it ends up giving us... STOAT'S milk!"), keeping one eye on the nanochip cluster he was painstakingly transferring into a new nodule via magnetic tweezers, almost all the way finished at this point -- but as usual, Sulu didn't seem to notice.

"... so of course Dr. McCoy has an instant tongue-resetter hypospray thing, like right on hand. Because of course."


"And he smacks it into my neck like he's mad, which I guess I wouldn't blame him for because Uhura's like crying with laughter at this point, she can't even speak."


"So I'm about to go back and order like, baked potatoes and never try any kind of cousine that requires non-cow-milk ever again when the doctor's like, 'if you're done ranting, the captain wanted me to know you got a level-1 transmission from the Stanton,' and I'm like 'what' but then I remembered I was waiting to hear from --"

"Hikaru!" said Chekov with a huff, barely stopping himself from slamming his tricorder down on the table. "Please!"

Sulu froze mid-sentence, mouth open.

"Oh. You're... doing the thing?" he said after a second.

"Yes, and if you wouldn't mind, I really need to concentrate, so please."

"Oh," said Sulu. "Sorry."

Chekov shook his head, muttered "it's okay" without much sincerity and went back to his work, forcing himself not to look at Sulu again, whose undoubted expression of sheepish apology would make Chekov want to kiss him and he would just have to give up any hope of finishing this before dinner.

After a few minutes, though, Chekov felt a tiny, hesitant tap on his shoulder, and he let out an impatient breath.

"Yes?" he said through gritted teeth as he turned around.

Sulu was holding up his PADD. It was open to a picture of a laughing toddler, her black hair in crooked pigtails.

"I got custody," said Sulu softly, a grin growing on his face.

Chekov let out a little noise, and when he jumped to throw his arms around Sulu's neck, he didn't even hear the crash of his tricorder falling to the floor.

Edited at 2010-07-29 07:43 pm (UTC)
jessofthebugs: chekov/sulujessofthebugs on July 29th, 2010 08:06 pm (UTC)
Re: Sewen

I may cry now.
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jessofthebugs: chekov/sulujessofthebugs on July 29th, 2010 08:30 pm (UTC)
Number 4
They had been warned against eating the local flora. It was clearly stated in Starfleet regulation 367.5 that all flora and fauna was to be thoroughly tested before it is deemed safe for consumption by the Federation Department of Food Safety. Only Spock seemed to remember this particular regulation and he generally only recited the rule after some incident. On a planet in a system known only as CX-9923, Riley stuck what looked like a blade of grass in his mouth and chewed on it, only to find out that this particular species contained in its cells large vesicles of a psychotropic substance that presumably served to protect the plant against the local phytophagous insects.

Not four months after this, Kirk, McCoy, Sulu, Chekov, and three redshirts beamed down to an uninhabited, unexplored, and previously unknown planet. Sulu had employed Chekov in collecting plant specimens for genetic and morphological analysis and, as a side benefit, for the company. The Lieutenant had been busy with photographing a particularly interesting specimen of what appeared to be a bromiliad when Chekov walked up with a handful of seeds, happily popping them into his mouth and chewing heartily.

"They are like Babushka's... how do you call them? Polish beans?"

"Pole beans, Pavel, and-" Sulu's eyes went wide as he noticed the growing bulge in Chekov's pants. Chekov himself was surprised, dropped his beans, and tried in vain to cover himself. "How many of those have you had?"

"I don't know!" Chekov replied in panicked embarrassment, "Maybe, a dozen? I did not know they would- you know, make this happen!"

"We have to find Dr. McCoy."

Chekov shook his head, "No, no, no, he will laugh. Procze, you help me with this. You are the only one, please Hikaru."

Sulu tried not to laugh and took a peek inside Chekov's trousers, "Holy crap, you're- gigantic!"
hollycomb on July 29th, 2010 10:38 pm (UTC)
Re: Number 4
LOL, I like this take on the prompt. Now to imagine the aftermath ... ;D
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nill: chekov sadtallycola on July 31st, 2010 03:07 am (UTC)
#1 sequel to the other one nc 17
Writing this from my phone lol. We join the scene "in progress"...

It was nice enough, Sulu considered, to float on the ocean aimlessly, letting the waves gently rock you up, and down, and up, and down. It was even nicer to have a beautiful boy atop you, being similarly rocked up, and down, and up, and down.

It was Chekov's first time. He revealed it to Sulu as they kissed and fumbled on that little old fashioned dingy on some unexplored alien ocean. Sulu had been a little hesitant then, not wanting to take anything away from Chekov, but the boy had cheerfully climbed on top of him. Sulu tried not too move, letting Chekov, and the waves, control their love making.

Chekov straddled him tensely, not quite all the way enveloping Sulu. He didn't bounce, or push; his face a blissful, closed-eyed, vulnerable. With each gentle rock of the boat he inched a little further more onto SuluN gasping.

"Unng," he sighed with a wave. Then: "Aaah," gasp "nnggg," and so on. A particularly big wave got him all the way down, and he drowned out Sulu's own blissful sigh with a "nnggk Hikau!" and some Russian cursing.

Sulu chuckled lightly, and Chekov looked up at him, all softness and love in the nighttime darkness, stars twinkling above. He leaned up and kissed Sulu on the mouth. The waves gently pushed Sulu further into him, and with each gentle rock Chekov sighed into Sulu's mouth, until they were both coming, slowly and sweetly and warmly. Chekov laid his head on Sulu's chest and the sound of their cries and pants gave way to the endless, quiet sounds of an alien ocean at night time.
nilltallycola on July 31st, 2010 03:28 am (UTC)
Re: #1 sequel to the other one nc 17
Aahh effin typoes.
Re: #1 sequel to the other one nc 17 - viivi on July 31st, 2010 07:12 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: #1 sequel to the other one nc 17 - rubynye on July 31st, 2010 02:47 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: #1 sequel to the other one nc 17 - hollycomb on July 31st, 2010 03:04 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: #1 sequel to the other one nc 17 - fairhearing on July 31st, 2010 03:53 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Lauren Janetljismahname on August 1st, 2010 11:12 pm (UTC)
Hikaru was watering his plants, Pavel was sitting cross legged on Hikaru's bed. This was sort of a routine of theirs. One of the many routines they had developed in their nearly year long friendship.

"I have a secret," said Pavel, chewing on the inside of his bottom lip.

"Tell me," Hikaru responded, trying to hide the plea in his voice. He wanted to know, so badly, but he didn't want Pavel to see how much he wanted to know.

"No," was the stubborn response from Pavel. Hikaru rolled his eyes. Pavel was by no means a child but every so often he turned into the seventeen year old boy he was. This was one of those times.

"Please tell me."

"No. Put it out of your mind." How could he put it out of his mind? Especially when he had some idea of what the secret was (or maybe that was just wishful thinking on his part).

"Please? If I put it out of my mind, then will you tell me?" he teased and Pavel cracked the tiniest smile.

But he didn't tell him and Hikaru let it be. Pavel wasn't willing to give up his secret just yet.
nill: chekov sadtallycola on August 2nd, 2010 03:59 am (UTC)
Re: #5
Awww, Pavel's crush is so obvious!
Secret Weapon: Chekov When I Grow Upsecret_weapon on August 5th, 2010 09:46 pm (UTC)
Blood comes in many colours when it's fresh. Red and yellow and pink and green, purple and orange and blue. Hikaru can sing all the colours of the rainbow with them.

But when it's had a chance to dry and harden it always goes brown-black - not really a colour at all, more something that used to be a colour or a memory of one.

A memory of the life that it used to be part of?

Hikaru slumps on the floor, blood drying on his hands, on his clothes, on his sword - and this is the one thing he can bring himself to feel anxious about, if that junk isn't cleaned off, it'll rust. He's always takes care of his girl, and she always takes care of him. Like today.

It was only a matter of time before something like this happened. The way they kept pushing him - they way they kept sending him down on rescue missions and into hostile territory. He had signed up to be a pilot to specifically avoid this. He had tried to warn Kirk, he'd asked - he'd done nothing short of beg to stay on the ship and they would listen very nicely and then do precisely the same thing, the next time it was logical or necessary or dammit Sulu, those are our people out there.

Perhaps Hikaru hadn't been entirely honest, but there's no way to say - don't make me do this or my old training will kick in tactfully. You can take the boy from the fight but not the fight from the boy it would seem.

They'll have his head for this.

He waits patiently, and when he hears running footsteps approaching, he sighs resignedly. He can't will himself to move to flee or fight even though it isn't fair. There are so many things he wanted to do - and see and - and - above all there's -


Pavel is staring down at him and the carnage around him. His face almost completely blank - he could have been reading today's headlines - except for his eyes. His pupils are tiny pinpricks, they bore into Hikaru, stabbing into his heart with the horror that Pavel's face does not show.

It isn't fair. If not for this they could have been - would have been - should have been -

Hikaru laughs once, a sad, pitiful whimper of a laugh and looks away.

"Now you know what I am," he says, softly.

Hikaru looks up again when he feels a hand on his. Pavel has managed to move from where he stood framed in the doorway to crouched down in front of him. Pavel cocks his head to one side, and licks his lips, as if nervously. Then he blinks, slowly; and when his eyes are open again his eyes are back to normal - brilliantly blue with nothing but eagerness and adoration.

"Oh, Hikaru," he says, his voice as cheerful as it always is when he wakes in Hikaru's arms. "I've always known."


Note: Read and yellow and pink and green, orange and purple and blue. I can sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow too. I don't know why but I've always hated this song.
Viivi: A very enthusiastic cupcakeviivi on August 6th, 2010 01:43 am (UTC)
Re: #3
This is so haunting and awesome!
Re: #3 - tallycola on August 6th, 2010 02:20 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: #3 - edthehorse on August 9th, 2010 10:50 pm (UTC) (Expand)