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Janice, casting a teasing look at her captain, knelt down and framed the ensign's butt in her hands. "Do you think he wants to be spanked after all, Captain?"
"I don't have anything to spank him with," Kirk apologised.
Chekov didn't seem too bothered by their speculation. He was more interested in what Janice was doing with her hands right then.
Kirk tapped on Chekov's shoulder. "Back to the wall, Mister Chekov."
"And if you don't obey my orders, I might just take the yeoman's suggestion seriously."
Chekov blinked. "You want to... spank me, sair?"
Kirk shook his head sorrowfully. "If you're not going to obey my orders, Mister Chekov, then I think it's my duty to discipline you." He caught Janice up in his teasing gaze. "To discipline both of you, for your own good."
A Matter of Competition
By Skazitelnitsy
"It's an aphrodisiac," Sulu interrupted. "You've had a little of it tonight, and I... I've had a lot."
Chekov frowned. "When did I...?"
"You didn't," Sulu admitted. "Someone slipped a little in your drink."
"Oh."
Sulu could tell that despite the critical importance of this topic, the ensign was already losing interest. "And that's why I can't stay," he explained emphasising each word carefully. "I can't be responsible for what I might do."
A slow, absolutely enchanting grin spread slowly across the ensign's face. "Really?"
"And you're not exactly..." Sulu tried to ignore the increasingly unignorable pressure of the other man's hips on his. "I mean I don't think you're... I think your judgement is pretty impaired right now, too."
"If we're so drunk," Chekov leaned down and whispered seductively in his ear, "then what the hell? Yes? We won't even remember any of this tomorrow."
"Chekov," Sulu warned sternly, pulling the ensign up by the shoulders, "if I do to you what I'm thinking of doing to you right now, you are going to remember this into your next three incarnations."
Change of Plan
By P.B.Wrapper
Kirk coughed. "You're tired," he said coolly to Chekov. "I think you should spend the rest of tonight getting some sleep. I'm going to take a shower and do the same. Goodnight, gentlemen."
He waited for Chekov to go.
"Yes, Cap..." The ensign grabbed his shirt and pulled it on as quickly as he could. Spock put out a hand and stopped him from leaving. He bent his head and kissed Chekov's brow, causing the ensign to look up, humiliation and anger clear on his face. Then, quite deliberately, Chekov finished pulling his shirt straight and reached up to kiss the Vulcan on the mouth.
The Taming
By Skazitelnitsy
"If you don't cease this most provocative squirming," the Klingon whispered into his captive's ear, "you may tempt me into breaking my word of honor..."
Chekov abruptly stopped struggling. He swallowed hard. "It would be a very terrible thing for you to break your solemn word."
"Yes, my prize," the Klingon agreed pointedly. "It would be a terrible thing -- for both of us."
Chekov clenched his teeth. "All right, all right... Damn it. You win. I won't move, but don't..."
"Shhh." The Klingon put a thick finger over the ensign's lips. "It is good that you decide to obey in this. As the story says, 'Better once than never, for never is too late.' "
"God," the ensign said bitterly, turning his face toward the hard mattress, "I really hate literature."
Chekov Uncovered #2
Liminal
By M Meade
"I think you should lie down. I'll look in the medical kit. You need something that won't make you sleepy, or confused." Chekov leaned across Kirk to pull up the throw, but Kirk took hold of his arm.
"Don't... For God's sake, don't give me a sedative. I don't want to be any less in control. Just... just let me hang on to you for a moment. I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't do this, but I need someone... someone I can trust."
Chekov sat there rigidly for a moment. Kirk wasn't relaxing. "Okay, Cap... Jim. That's okay." He shifted a little and wrapped his spare arm round his captain's back. "If you trust me, then you can tell me what happened."
"Okay. I'll tell you." For a long moment, Kirk didn't say anything, then he sighed. "They raped me."
Wolves
By J.A.Lavender
Kirk rolled over, pinning the smaller body beneath his. "And you're assuming that Spock and I will decide that we need to stay together and we'll just push you away? Is that what you're thinking?"
Pavel nodded, his eyes closed tightly. Jim looked down at the anguished face and gently kissed each eyelid, then kept going, scattering kisses along the cheekbones, before stopping on the young man's mouth. He lingered there, taking time to coax open Pavel's lips, the Russian's tongue meeting his before Jim sucked it into his mouth, inviting the probing.
Moving to one side, he let his hand slip down lower, caressing the smooth skin of Pavel's ribs, over firm waist and hips, then resting finally on his cock. Chekov bucked at the contact, pushing against the warmth surrounding him, his legs parting.
I'm Your Doctor, Not Your Lover
By John Pascoe
McCoy stepped back and shook his head to clear it. "Chekov, am I using my rank to force you into anything you don't want to do?"
The ensign kissed him again, but his time, McCoy couldn't concentrate fully on the sensation, because he could feel one set of fingers working at the shoulder fastening of his tunic, and another unsnapping his belt, and waves of shivering anticipation were radiating from everywhere the fingers touched.
"Are you really certain you want to..."
Chekov dropped to his knees and hesitated a moment to just look at the doctor's erection before gently lapping up the bead of moisture at its tip. McCoy swallowed convulsively.
"Oh, God, Pavel..."
He lost all power of speech as he watched Chekov's lips close over his cock and move determinedly down its length. He held very still, fighting the urge to thrust. Chekov paused, then brought his hands up and cupped the doctor's ass, caressing it through the sturdy fabric of his uniform.
"Don't... hold on... we can't do this... oh!"
Mating Dance
By Juliette Romero
"Leave him alone, Carra," a female interrupted from behind him. "He has no idea what you're talking about."
"He is in the circle, Saran," the lion alien protested.
"He's only a cub, he didn't know. Let him be."
"A cub?" Carra frowned and squinted, eyeing Chekov up and down. "He seems fully developed." Pavel felt himself go scarlet as the gilded eyes settled curiously on his loins.
"You know how it is with humans." The female continued as she moved round to link her arm casually with that of the ensign. She was wearing some kind of black skintight outfit and a gleaming helmet that hugged her head as tightly as her outfit did her very lissome curves.
Carra sighed and made a little purring noise. "Even a cub needs to learn. How about it, Terran?"
"No," Saran said firmly, not giving Chekov a chance to speak for himself.
"As you wish," Carra responded and stalked off with leonine grace.
"I could have made my own mind up," Chekov muttered...
