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lesyeuxverts) wrote2009-09-28 01:05 am
lesyeuxverts) wrote2009-09-28 01:05 am
Spock
Title: Spock
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 470
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Spock
Warnings: Oh, I solemnly swear that I am not in my right mind, and that it is (once again) Pie's fault. Also a partial fill forze_dragon's request for Spock-as-Snape, but I'll get around to writing the real thing (some day soon, I swear! But not when I have to wake up in five hours!)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spock never told anyone that he was Snape – no one had noticed when he materialized inside the Shack that night, and no one had noticed any difference in Snape. It did not matter that the man himself was dead and Spock was wearing his shoes (literally) and his robes, and had grown his hair out to mimic Snape's style and hide his pointed ears.
He took Snape's thoughts from the boy called Potter, and gleaned enough from them to make the impersonation believable. Snape had few enough interactions with the wizarding world that it was not difficult. When he had to fly into a rage, that was easy enough – Spock thought of the things that Kirk had said to him on the bridge, and of the feeling of Kirk's throat in his hands.
Distasteful as the memory of the emotion was to Spock, it was necessary, and it was his duty. It would be illogical to reveal his true identity and compromise his mission here on Terra.
Spock clung to that, even when Potter – who apparently did not hate Snape as much as he protested – stormed into Spinner's End and kissed him breathless. He clung to that, even when Potter led him by the hand up the stairs and into the bedroom, and he found the presence of mind to cast a cooling charm on himself to hide his higher body temperature. It would not do to give the game away at this late date.
"Damn," Potter said, his breath huffing in the cold air as he hopped on one foot, untying his shoes. "I always thought you hated me. Wanted to do this forever, but you – and then you–"
Spock raised one eyebrow, and Potter pinned him to the bed. "Damn," he said again. "You're so sexy when you do that."
There was the Enterprise's mission to consider, and the Prime Directive, and the fact that this young man (who was not unattractive by human standards, and who had risked a great deal to save Spock from a prison called Azkaban) apparently wanted to have sexual intercourse with him. Spock raised an eyebrow again, considering the matter, and kissed him. It was only logical, after all.
He was hard-put to cling to his disguise, though, when Potter fished for his wand, pointed it at him, and said, "Spock."
"What?"
He panicked, thinking of his disguise – and then he understood as he felt the effects of the spell. Spock squirmed at the feeling of the lubrication (really, quite a fascinating use of magic; these wizards were inventive) and stopped worrying about his disguise while Harry Potter fucked him, because he had something else to cling to.
To be honest, Spock (for all his intellect) didn't understand how a powerful wizard like Snape could have succumbed to a snake bite with this sort of future awaiting him.
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 470
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Spock
Warnings: Oh, I solemnly swear that I am not in my right mind, and that it is (once again) Pie's fault. Also a partial fill for
ze_dragon's request for Spock-as-Snape, but I'll get around to writing the real thing (some day soon, I swear! But not when I have to wake up in five hours!)Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spock never told anyone that he was Snape – no one had noticed when he materialized inside the Shack that night, and no one had noticed any difference in Snape. It did not matter that the man himself was dead and Spock was wearing his shoes (literally) and his robes, and had grown his hair out to mimic Snape's style and hide his pointed ears.
He took Snape's thoughts from the boy called Potter, and gleaned enough from them to make the impersonation believable. Snape had few enough interactions with the wizarding world that it was not difficult. When he had to fly into a rage, that was easy enough – Spock thought of the things that Kirk had said to him on the bridge, and of the feeling of Kirk's throat in his hands.
Distasteful as the memory of the emotion was to Spock, it was necessary, and it was his duty. It would be illogical to reveal his true identity and compromise his mission here on Terra.
Spock clung to that, even when Potter – who apparently did not hate Snape as much as he protested – stormed into Spinner's End and kissed him breathless. He clung to that, even when Potter led him by the hand up the stairs and into the bedroom, and he found the presence of mind to cast a cooling charm on himself to hide his higher body temperature. It would not do to give the game away at this late date.
"Damn," Potter said, his breath huffing in the cold air as he hopped on one foot, untying his shoes. "I always thought you hated me. Wanted to do this forever, but you – and then you–"
Spock raised one eyebrow, and Potter pinned him to the bed. "Damn," he said again. "You're so sexy when you do that."
There was the Enterprise's mission to consider, and the Prime Directive, and the fact that this young man (who was not unattractive by human standards, and who had risked a great deal to save Spock from a prison called Azkaban) apparently wanted to have sexual intercourse with him. Spock raised an eyebrow again, considering the matter, and kissed him. It was only logical, after all.
He was hard-put to cling to his disguise, though, when Potter fished for his wand, pointed it at him, and said, "Spock."
"What?"
He panicked, thinking of his disguise – and then he understood as he felt the effects of the spell. Spock squirmed at the feeling of the lubrication (really, quite a fascinating use of magic; these wizards were inventive) and stopped worrying about his disguise while Harry Potter fucked him, because he had something else to cling to.
To be honest, Spock (for all his intellect) didn't understand how a powerful wizard like Snape could have succumbed to a snake bite with this sort of future awaiting him.