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27 August 2010 @ 04:34 pm
Trek Fic: Fear to Tread (Pike/McCoy, NC-17)  
Title: Fear to Tread
Author: skyblue_reverie
Fandom & Pairing: Star Trek Reboot (aka AOS, ST XI, etc.), Pike/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Uh, I'm guessing everyone reading this has seen ST XI by now.
Warnings: Wings. I WROTE WINGFIC, GUYS. Je ne regrette rien. (As an aside, can someone tell me why there's no "pas" in there?) Thanks, jouissant and yeomanrand. You guys rock, in many languages.
Word Count: around 2400
Summary: Either Chris or Leonard has wings. If you want to know which one, you're going to have to read. :p
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to anything whatsoever is purely coincidental.
A/N : This was written for my kink bingo wildcard square. Obv. I picked wingfic. This is set in an AU where McCoy chose to stay with Pike on earth rather than serving on the Enterprise.




Chris was rearranging a shelf, moving things around so half the space would be free, when Leonard entered his -- no, their -- home. He heard the old-fashioned wooden door swing open and then close, and he turned around, smiling. Leonard didn't smile back. He looked serious -- more serious than usual, even. There was that little line between his eyebrows that always boded ill, and he wouldn't meet Chris's eyes. This couldn't be good. He hesitated, and that was even worse.

"Chris, we've gotta talk."

Chris's gut clenched. No. No. He couldn't lose Leonard. He'd never let anyone in this deep before, never truly given his heart away. Now at the age of 54, he was about to have it ripped to pieces for the very first time in his life. He'd survived twenty years as captain of a starship. He'd survived Nero. He'd survived the excruciating regen sessions and two years of grueling rehab needed to recover from the injuries Nero had inflicted. He honestly wasn't sure he was going to survive this.

He was paralyzed, couldn't respond. Finally Leonard met his eyes. He must've seen the raw fear there, because he growled, "Dammit, man, I'm not breaking up with you."

Relief made him lightheaded, weakened his knees. Leonard was there to catch him though, as always, and he eased Chris down onto a chair.

"Put your head down between your knees. That's it. Now breathe. Deep and slow. I've got you. That's right, darlin'. That's it."

At the sound of the endearment, in Leonard's gruff drawl, something in Chris relaxed. He looked up at Leonard, narrowed his eyes and gave his best glare.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Leonard, don't you ever do that to me again."

"I'm sorry," Leonard said, but his face still had that grim set to it. "It's just -- there's something you've gotta know, and you're not going to like it."

"Well, for God's sake spit it out. You're scaring the shit out of me here."

"Easier to show you than tell you." With that, he pulled off his shirt and turned his back to Chris. What the hell was going on? Then something was sprouting, emerging from Leonard's back. Fuck, did he have some kind of alien parasite? The thing, whatever it was, was growing, covered with shining scales -- no, those weren't scales, they were feathers and now it was obvious what he was looking at. His lover had a giant fucking set of wings growing out of his back.

"Jesus Christ," he breathed.

Leonard turned around to face him and gave a wry twist of his lips, not quite a smile. "Close, but no cigar." The wings stretched out behind him, very nearly touching the walls on each side of the living room. Then they began lazily fanning the air, somehow giving an impression of relief at being out of confinement.

Chris shook his head. He wasn't dreaming, he was sure of it. This had the crisp feel of reality, not the muzziness of a dream. He wasn't crazy, either. So that just left one option -- Leonard had wings. And for once in his life, he had no fucking idea what to say.

Leonard just looked at him, though, solemn and steady, apparently willing to wait him out. Chris pulled himself together. He'd dealt with entities far stranger than this in his career. And he was pretty sure that whatever this -- being -- was, it was still Leonard, the man he loved. He could do this.

"I take it you're not human," he said with what he thought was remarkable calm, given the circumstances.

"No, I'm not."

"So -- you're some kind of alien?" Chris could only hope.

Leonard's eyes were regretful. "No, I'm not."

"So you're what -- an angel?" Chris couldn't quite help the incredulity.

Now the wings shifted uneasily. "I've been called different names at different times. An angel, a god, a guardian, among other things."

Speaking of names. "May I assume that 'Leonard' is not your real name?" Leonard looked like he was about to object and Chris interrupted. "Don't argue semantics with me. I meant, Leonard wasn't the name you were -- created with, right?"

Now Leonard shook his head. As Chris recovered from the shock, his anger was increasing. "So what is your goddamn name? Or should that be god-blessed name?"

Leonard rolled his eyes and it was familiar and incongruous at once, creating a dissonance that had Chris's head spinning. But Leonard -- or whoever -- was already speaking. "I've had lots of names. The ones that stuck for the longest were Cupid and Hadraniel."

"Cupid? As in, the chubby baby with a bow and arrow?"

The wings flattened, becoming almost horizontal, causing Leonard to resemble nothing so much as a cat with its ears laid back in annoyance.

Leonard huffed. "I have never been a baby, chubby or otherwise." He folded his arms belligerently and Chris noted distantly that he wasn't denying the bow and arrow part.

"But you're immortal, right?"

"What the hell do you think?" The familiar grumpy tone, as well as the word choice, had Chris chuckling and relaxing despite himself. Yeah, this was still the same man he'd fallen in love with. And suddenly, he had an inkling of what this was all about.

"I think you are. And I think you want to offer me immortality too, and eternal love." Leonard flushed a deep, dull red, and the realization that he could make an immortal being blush was both humbling and exhilarating. And surprisingly arousing. And, well -- the wings were a serious fucking turn-on too. He stood and began a slow prowl towards Leonard, his intent unmistakable.

The wings fluttered in surprise, and Chris was really going to enjoy this new method of reading Leonard's moods. He stopped when his nose was only a few inches from Leonard's.

"Turn around," he ordered, in the husky tone he knew Leonard couldn't resist. Sure enough, Leonard gulped and turned, carefully tucking in his wings so he wouldn't hit Chris with them. Once he had his back to Chris, he relaxed them, giving Chris his first close-up view.

They were beautiful. The feathers appeared white on first glance, but they actually shimmered with subtle opalescence. Each feather was long, straight, and immaculately clean. Chris reached out and stroked a hand down one wing and heard the catch in Leonard's breath. He did it again and noticed that the back of Leonard's neck was red, the flush spreading down his shoulders and upper back. Interesting.

There was an enticing fragrance now, wafting from those wings. It was nothing he had ever smelled before, but the closest comparison he could think of was desert primrose and dark chocolate -- sweet, heady, and somehow both ethereal and deeply sensual at the same time.

Chris stepped forward and rested his face against the feathers, inhaling deeply and drawing a moan from Leonard. His arms went around Leonard's waist and he murmured, too softly for human ears to discern, "I love you. Cupid, Hadraniel, Leonard -- whatever your name is, I love you. I always will."

Leonard shuddered, pulled his wings in and turned so fast that Chris could hardly follow the motion. Then Leonard's arms were around him and Leonard's hot, hungry mouth was on his, and Chris cradled Leonard's face in his hands, running his thumbs over flushed cheeks, and poured as much acceptance and reassurance into the kiss as he could. Leonard broke away and let out a choked-off sob, and Chris shushed him, pulling him in for an embrace. Leonard clung to him, and his wings came around to enfold Chris, sheltering them both.

They were of a height, and Leonard was broader, more solidly built than Chris, but Chris had always been the physically dominant one in their relationship. Somehow, even now, that hadn't changed, and Chris gently pulled away, taking Leonard's hand. He led him to the bedroom, looking back over his shoulder to give Leonard a glance full of warm promise before guiding him over to the bed. He laid Leonard down on his back, pausing to ask, "It doesn't hurt, to lie on your wings?"

Leonard just raised an eyebrow and flexed his wings, stretching them out and splaying the feathers before relaxing them, letting them trail off the sides of the bed, the tips touching the polished wood floor.

"Show-off," Chris accused.

Leonard propped himself up on his elbows, looked at him with stormy green eyes and said, "Come on, darlin', don't keep me waiting."

Chris removed his clothing, not making a show of it but not hurrying either. He could feel Leonard's searing gaze on him, and when he was naked, he stood for a moment, watching Leonard watch him, and then he deliberately took his hard, flushed cock into his hand and gave it a stroke. Leonard groaned, his head falling back. "Damn it, Chris, hurry," he growled, and Chris grinned with no little satisfaction at the frustrated urgency in Leonard's voice.

He stripped off the rest of Leonard's clothing, not lingering any more than necessary. He needed this as badly as Leonard did. He got the lube out of the nightstand first, since he really didn't want to be fumbling for it later. He put it on the bed next to Leonard's hip and then leaned over him, bracing himself on his arms and kissing those impossibly perfect lips. Leonard opened up for him, tongues touching and then parting. Leonard's eyes drifted shut but Chris knew how revealing Leonard's eyes were, wanted to see him for this.

"Look at me, baby," he murmured. The irony of calling a being who was thousands of years old "baby" wasn't lost on him, but it felt right anyhow. Leonard didn't seem to mind, his eyes fluttering open and locking on Chris's. Chris swept his gaze over Leonard, taking in the span of his wings as well as the length of his body and then returned his eyes to Leonard's. "You're beautiful," he said, and something in Leonard's eyes eased. He'd have to ask later why Leonard was so damn paranoid that anyone could possibly reject this part of him.

For now, though, he just turned his attention to giving Leonard pleasure. This, he knew how to do. He'd learned these pathways well, memorizing each place on Leonard's body that made him gasp or writhe or beg for more. He used that knowledge now to take Leonard apart, reduce him to a state of blind passion, his wings trembling, the feathers rippling helplessly. Chris wasn't going to last long at this rate, and from the looks of it, neither was Leonard. He'd take more time to explore later, to see exactly how he could touch those wings to give Leonard the most pleasure, but for now, he needed to be inside of him.

He slicked himself up, fumbling and nearly dropping the lube in his haste. Then he gently pushed Leonard's knees up and apart. Fuck, there was an angel in his bed, spread out and waiting to be used. By him. It was nearly enough to set him off, so he tightened his grip around the base of his cock, closing his eyes momentarily until he had himself under control.

When he opened them back up, Leonard locked his gaze on Chris and said, "Don't prepare me. Just fuck me. I want to feel you stretching me out, Chris."

And with those words, Chris couldn't wait a second longer. He pushed one of Leonard's knees back toward his chest, guided his cock to Leonard's entrance and pushed in. Then he dropped to his hands, looming over Leonard, and Leonard wrapped his legs around Chris's back. He drove in steadily, drawing his hips back slightly and then shoving in hard, a little further each time, while Leonard clutched at his arms hard enough to bruise and whimpered his pleasure.

His wings were drawing up now too, surrounding both of them in a haven of softness and warmth while Chris steadily fucked Leonard, their breath mingling, their faces mere millimeters apart. Chris braced his weight on one arm, then reached down between them and grasped Leonard's cock, hard and hot in his hand. He stroked slowly but with a firm grip, and Leonard gave a broken cry, the sound unlocking something wild in Chris. He picked up the speed of his hips and his hand, driving them both towards completion, and then he felt a soft brushing along his back. The tips of Leonard's wings were stroking the skin there, as Leonard's fingernails dug in and pulled him in closer. The combination of gentle and rough was too much and he came with a deep moan, feeling Leonard clench tight around his cock as he reached his own orgasm, gushing warm over Chris's hand. Chris lowered himself onto Leonard's chest, shuddering in his arms while those soft feathers stroked over his back.

When he'd regained the ability to speak, he said, "Fuck, Leonard, that was..." There were no words, really.

"Yeah, yeah it was, darlin'," was the soft response.

Chris settled in more comfortably, Leonard's wings folding down over him like the lightest, softest blanket in existence. They lay together in silence, limbs intertwined and breathing in tandem. As surprises went, this was by far the best one he'd ever gotten. Chris smiled against Leonard's neck.

"So, about that immortality thing," he said, suppressed mischief in his voice.

"Mmm-hmm?"

"Do I get wings too?"

Leonard just snorted, flipped them both over, and proceeded to demonstrate that wings weren't the only advantage of immortality.

 
 
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victory's sweet, even deep in the cheap seatsjouissant on August 27th, 2010 11:51 pm (UTC)
Possibly talking out of my ass, but I'm thinking rien serves the same purpose as pas in the sentence, so you drop the pas in the interest of avoiding the double negative. Sorry if that's painfully obvious, I'm a little tipsy.

Okay, off to read the fic now. ;)

Edited at 2010-08-27 11:53 pm (UTC)
Bookish Hooliganyeomanrand on August 28th, 2010 12:01 am (UTC)
That is absolutely correct.

the ne...pas construction also takes a few other words in the "pas" position (I'm blanking on exactly which, though I think ne...jamais is another. However, I'm too lazy to go upstairs and get my grammar book to confirm); rein happens to be one of them (although unlike "pas", "rien" can also be used as a standalone part of the sentence structure).
(no subject) - skyblue_reverie on August 28th, 2010 12:25 am (UTC) (Expand)
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Bookish Hooliganyeomanrand on August 28th, 2010 12:05 am (UTC)
Aaaand I'm glad I answered the French question BEFORE I read the fic, because...guh.
Sky: [star trek aos] pike mccoy blueskyblue_reverie on August 28th, 2010 12:26 am (UTC)
Thanks! Glad I made you "guh."
The Hysterical Hystorian: bruce greenwood UNFabigail89 on August 28th, 2010 12:57 am (UTC)
Well, I read it first and oh god, this is lovely. I love the image of Leonard with beautiful wings embracing Chris's gorgeous lithe body with them. I really wish I could draw it for you.

Lovely, as always, m'dear.
Sky: [star trek aos] karl thumbskyblue_reverie on August 28th, 2010 02:46 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm really flattered that I created such a vivid mental image for you. I don't have drawing skillz either, but that's okay - we have our imaginations, right? :D
snitches be crazy: st - pike/mccoyshighola on August 28th, 2010 01:40 am (UTC)
O.O
d00d. You didn't just write wing!fic, you wrote wing!pr0n. Wow. That was unexpected but quite sweet. And hot.

And I was all set to answer your French question but everyone beat me to it. Zut alors!
Sky: [star trek aos] karl tongueskyblue_reverie on August 28th, 2010 02:47 am (UTC)
Ha! wing!pr0n. Yeah, I don't seem to be able to write anything without pr0n. Hmmm. Maybe I should see somebody about that?

Naaaah.

Thanks, bb. :D
Jestana: Nature: Sunsetjestana on August 28th, 2010 01:52 am (UTC)
Is this a play on the fact that Karl Urban played Cupid at one time? *grin* Fabulously hawt, sweets. *fans self* Merci beaucoup!
Sky: [star trek aos] pike ruefulskyblue_reverie on August 28th, 2010 02:50 am (UTC)
It is indeed! :D

That's become a fairly common trope in Kirk/Bones fic, but I'd never seen it done Pike/McCoy style. So, of course, I couldn't resist.

De rien et merci aussi!

Ummm... can you tell I only had one semester of French? My Spanish is rusty but much better than my French. :p
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secretsolitairesecretsolitaire on August 28th, 2010 02:42 am (UTC)
So where have the wings been before now? *curious* Lovely and very sexy fic! :-)
Sky: [star trek aos] karl tongueskyblue_reverie on August 28th, 2010 02:51 am (UTC)
He can conceal and reveal them at will. It's one of his special secret angel powers. ;)

Thanks, bb! Glad you enjoyed.
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Sky: [star trek aos] karl crotch grab!skyblue_reverie on August 28th, 2010 04:22 am (UTC)
Thank you! I love cupid!Bones too, so couldn't resist doing it in the Pike/McCoy context. :DDD

Glad you enjoyed. :)
kilala10kilala10 on August 28th, 2010 04:24 am (UTC)
Love!
Sky: [star trek aos] pike relievedskyblue_reverie on August 28th, 2010 04:27 am (UTC)
Aww, thanks!
fanarts_series: bdsmfanarts_series on August 28th, 2010 07:43 am (UTC)
I love wings fics and your, babe, is gorgeous, like always you make art of a porn.

Merci c'était très chaud.
Sky: [adult] submissionskyblue_reverie on August 28th, 2010 03:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm very glad you found it hot. :D I would respond in French if I could but alas, my French is extremely limited.

Renee M Romero: McCoyeasilymused1956 on August 28th, 2010 09:23 am (UTC)
You wrote WINGSEX and it is FINE! This story is phenomenal.

Renee
Sky: [star trek aos] karl heartskyblue_reverie on August 28th, 2010 03:56 pm (UTC)
Aww, thank you so much! :D Wingfic seems to be one of those things that people love or hate, so I'm glad that it worked for you.
sexycazzy: Pike/Bones framedsexycazzy on August 28th, 2010 09:37 am (UTC)
OMG! That was just brilliant! Totally belt my mind into pieces! Wow!
Sky: [star trek aos] pike punch itskyblue_reverie on August 28th, 2010 03:57 pm (UTC)
Yay! Thank you so much! Very happy you enjoyed, m'dear. I'm tempted to make this a series, actually...
amine_eyesamine_eyes on August 28th, 2010 10:38 am (UTC)
Tu! Tu est tres fantastique pour l'histoire! C'est tres chaud, tres erotique, et tres bonne!

*MWA*

Et aussi, l'image de McCoy avec ailes et san vetements? NGGGGGGGGH ;)


(Okay, I've run out of French now xD Shows how little stays with me, even after studying it for at least five years seriously LOL xD)

The sentiment is the same though - very hot, very VERY lovely, and Leonard with wings and no clothes! Fuuuuuuuuuck :D
Sky: [star trek aos] pikeskyblue_reverie on August 28th, 2010 04:00 pm (UTC)
\o/ woo hoo, I'm glad you liked! I could actually follow your French, too, which is pretty amazing since I only studied it for one semester. :D

I also love how in French it's "NGGGGGGGGGGGH" and in English it's "Fuuuuuuuck." :DDD Either way, thank you so much!

...oh, and I totally agree about the image of Leonard with wings and no clothes. Why did I never think of this before? *boggles*
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zauzatzauzat on August 28th, 2010 02:25 pm (UTC)
Sexy wings! Yum. I loved the details of how sensitive they were. (Although I couldn't help thinking that Pike might be thinking: you waited until I was 54 to offer me immortality?! But then one has to wonder why Bones ages, and it starts getting to be a bit of a brain-ache.)
Sky: [star trek aos] pike capt fine v01skyblue_reverie on August 28th, 2010 04:03 pm (UTC)
Thanks, bb!

Well, to be fair, Leonard didn't know Pike until he was in his fifties, and I don't blame him for waiting a few years to offer immortality. Forever is a long time to be with someone, after all! :D

But you've got me thinking about this and so now I'mma wave my magic author's wand and say that an immortal can appear whatever age they want to. So Pike can choose how old he looks. Although I happen to think he looks damn fine at his current age. :)

So I guess, to blend in, Bones "ages" through the years. Then he can go start over somewhere else, looking young again. ...now I want to make this a series. *headdesk*
treksnoopy: OMG Brucetreksnoopy on August 30th, 2010 02:41 am (UTC)
I love McCoy/Cupid fics! You usually see them with Kirk,but this is really wonderful. Of course YOU are the reason I jumped on the McCoy/Pike bandwagon so how could I expect anything less! <3 U!
Sky: [star trek aos] pike mccoy otpskyblue_reverie on August 30th, 2010 03:55 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! Yes, I love the Cupid-McCoy fics where he's paired with Kirk, so I thought to myself, "dammit, I want one where he's with Pike instead!" ;)

And omg, you are so sweet! I'm super proud that I converted you to the hawtness that is Pike/McCoy. And hhhhhnnnnnnnnnngggggg that icon. I adore that pic of Chris. *lick*

<3 U too!
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hab318princess on August 30th, 2010 06:48 pm (UTC)
I think I now understand wing kink :D
Sky: [star trek aos] karl tongueskyblue_reverie on August 30th, 2010 11:25 pm (UTC)
\o/ Thank you! Yeah, I only recently discovered my wing kink myself. It's one of those ones that sneaks up on you in a dark alley and jumps you, I think. ;)