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deepspacedukat · 1 year ago

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Desire, Emotion, And Knowledge

Here’s the first day of the Summer Of Cum fic marathon! I’ll do my best to try and post each installment at or around 5 p.m. EST, but obviously, no promises. If anyone wants on or off my taglist, please let me know! Enjoy!

Day 1: Coming Untouched

SOC prompt list here. SOC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Parmen (ST:TOS) x Reader, slight implied Philana (TOS) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Platonian/Human sex, stimulation via telekinesis, fingering (kind of?), coming untouched, dirty talk, power play, telepathy, slight degradation kink, begging, implied bisexual!Parmen and Philana, also implied open marriage between Parmen and Philana, gentle sex, technically captor/captive but it’s mutual and consensual.

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“Have you found yourself a new plaything, darling?” Philana asked as she glided over to her husband’s side. Her arms wrapped delicately around Parmen’s shoulders, and he hummed low in his throat.

“Yes, Human females are always so responsive. I’ve missed their sensitivity - one of the few disadvantages of moving from Earth to Platonius,” he mused as his eyes traveled down the length of my nude body. If he’d been Human, his gaze would have been the only thing I felt, but since he was Platonian, his eyes were followed by the sensation of his fingers squeezing my breasts. A whimper bubbled up in my throat, and a dark sort of hunger tugged at Parmen’s lips. “You see? I haven’t even deigned to touch her, yet she’s squirming.”

“Enjoy yourself, my love. Just make sure to show me how she looks before you give her back. I do so love seeing your little toys’ marks after they’ve been played with,” she crooned before kissing her husband’s cheek and leaving the room.

“My wife and I indulged in Humans and their pleasures quite often when we resided on your planet. The siren call of the flesh is quite powerful with sensitive, receptive beings such as the members of your species. We didn’t even have our powers then, yet Humans were so expressive about their pleasure,” Parmen said as he leaned farther back in his chair and looked down at me where I knelt in the center of the room. “You are an exquisite specimen, aren’t you?”

The amazement in his voice was followed by the sensation of lips trailing down my neck. Beneath the flowing fabric of the ancient Greek style tunic covering him, Parmen was visibly hard. Could he feel the softness of my skin against his lips, too? I ached to touch him, but the same telekinesis that he was using to tease me kept me firmly in place on my knees.

He and the other Platonians had been performing this sort of telekinetic trickery since we arrived here.

We’d been called to Platonius by a distress signal, and once we arrived, I assisted Doctor McCoy with Parmen’s treatment. When our patient finally woke up from his sedative-induced sleep, I was standing over him with a medical tricorder taking some readings on his vitals.

The sensation of a warm, gentle hand caressing my cheek startled me into dropping my scanner. Glancing around, I saw that nothing was actually touching me, but that the leader of Platonius was gazing up at me as if I held the same intrigue as one of his intellectual questions.

“Such a lovely sight to wake up to...” Parmen rasped as a smile spread across his features, crinkling his eyes slightly at the corners. Oh, he was quite handsome. When my tricorder floated back up in front of my hands, I caught it and murmured a quiet ‘thank you’ before going to alert the Doctor.

Everything else came to a head when Parmen summoned all four of us into his throne room. After a few less-than-diplomatic words from both the Captain and the Platonians, the Philosopher King used his powers to make Kirk slap himself hard, over and over until he nearly collapsed.

“Wait! Stop! Parmen, sir, please stop! Don’t hurt him! The Captain’s only trying to protect us - to keep his officers safe,” I called out before I could stop myself, and all at once, the sounds of flesh colliding with flesh ceased. Parmen’s eyes focused fully on me, then. I thought that the intensity of his gaze meant that I would be next to receive his wrath, but the retribution I expected never came. Instead, our captor rose from his seat and took a few curious steps toward me.

“A heartfelt plea for mercy from such a gentle lady... How could anyone refuse such a request unless their eyes were blind and their heart was made entirely of stone?” He mused as he reached out and brushed a lock of my hair behind my ear. “Fear not, oh compassionate one, your Captain shall come to no further harm by my hand.”

“Thank you, sir,” I’d replied, and he smiled in the same way that he had when he’d awakened earlier. He sent the Captain back to wait with Spock and McCoy, then, and he gave me a tour of the grounds - one which ended in his private quarters where I now knelt naked and dripping for him.

“Patience, little one. Being a King’s concubine - temporary or otherwise - has its rewards, I assure you,” he said as his gaze dropped lower. Invisible hands grasped my thighs and spread them farther apart. “I suppose you’ve never been with a Philosopher King, have you? The position is quite rare. You seem surprised, though. Have you never been touched in a sensual manner?”

Desperately searching for my voice as large, non-corporeal fingers slipped between my legs, I nodded my head.

“I have, but...never by a person’s mind. Sexual telekinesis is an entirely new experie–” I broke off with a gasp as two fingers slipped inside me, deeper than even Parmen’s long digits could have reached. With a broken mewl, I ducked my head trying to hide the intensity of my reaction. An invisible hand grasped my jaw and forced my head back up.

“You will look upon my face, harlot. A king is lowering himself in order to grant you pleasure. I would have your gratitude.” His voice thundered imperiously through the room as his mind-fingers struck me in just the right way to make me moan his name. Parmen’s gaze softened somewhat at the sound, and when he spoke again, he appeared only slightly more compassionate. “Come now, little one. Be polite or I shall have you tied to the dining table and left there, nude and dripping, for all to look upon as they consume their evening meal.”

“Thank you,” I managed to squeak, but that wasn’t quite good enough.

“‘Thank you...?’” He prompted, and I scrambled for the correct title. What the hell was I supposed to call a Philosopher King? ‘Sir?’ Or perhaps ‘my liege?’ Steeling myself for punishment in case I chose incorrectly, I wetted my lips with my tongue.

“Thank you, my gracious king,” I tried, and a slow smile spread across his lips.

“You’re quite welcome, pretty girl,” he crooned, reaching surreptitiously down to grind his palm against the tent in his tunic. A low hum emanated from his throat as I dripped onto the invisible hand moving between my legs - or I should say through it, since there was nothing actually there. “My wife lacks the patience for such play. She prefers that the main event be reached almost immediately. Instant gratification, you understand. I, however, tend towards a different approach...”

Taking up a rough but dilatory pace, he repeated his previous action, striking the spot inside me with his telekinesis until pleas fell from my lips as freely as the tears of desperation that had begun trickling down my cheeks. A low moan from the man playing with my body so precisely drew my eyes.

He had pulled his length from beneath his tunic and was stroking himself in time with his mental thrusts. As I watched, precome dripped over the back of his hand in a long rivulet that I could almost taste despite our distance.

“Parmen...my king, please...”

“You must ask for precisely what you desire if you truly wish to receive it,” he called looking at me with hooded eyelids. “I might be inclined towards mercy, after all, you have brought it out in me before.”

Through my gasps, I managed to force out a few words.

“Please, I want t-to feel you,” I requested as I was almost lifted off the ground with the force of his thrusts.

“Ah, but you can feel me,” he countered with a mischievous smirk.

“Please, I want to kiss you...to touch your body and bring you pleasure in return.” At that, his head tipped back, exposing the length of his neck. I knew this was only temporary, that he was married, but I wanted to leave a hickey or two on that long neck if only to prove that this had actually happened. “Please, my king. Please, I’ll be good for you, I promise!”

“You beg so beautifully. I see no reason to refuse you, but first...” He trailed off and the speed of the invisible hand fucking me into oblivion increased until I fell apart. He didn’t slow his ravaging pace for even a moment as I rode out my pleasure.

When I finally came back to myself, I found my body was fully supported by the same telekinetic hands that had drawn such ecstasy from within. The sensation of teasing fingertips grazed their way up my chest to my neck.

“Such transcendent sensuality! Eros himself could not have created a more splendid display,” Parmen praised as I lifted my head to look at him again. An adoring little smile stretched his lips even as he continued slowly stroking his cock. “Come, little one, you’ve earned your wish. Do what you will with me.”

The tension holding me up released, and I dropped shakily to my hands and knees. I didn’t trust the stability of my legs so soon after such an intense orgasm, so I closed the few feet between us by crawling. When I was between his legs, I trailed soft kisses up his inner thighs. As my lips met his sticky shaft, he moaned and ran his fingers through my hair.

I hoped that if I showed him a different sort of affection than the casual harshness that seemed to pervade Platonian society, he might find it a welcome change...and perhaps be gentle with me in return. When he tilted my chin up so that I was forced to look up at him, something changed. Keeping eye contact, I placed a gentle kiss on the head of his leaking cock.

After several moments of lavishing careful, languid affection on the Philosopher King’s length, I heard him moan above me. Murmured praise fell from his lips until he could stand the incessant build no longer, and his blunt tip slipped across my entrance as he helped me up to straddle his hips. We both let out breathy, desperate sounds at the stimulation, and his hands moved to my upper back.

“We Platonians tend to indulge our crueler sexual impulses, but this...” he murmured as I kissed my way up his neck toward his jaw. The scent of masculine musk and roses flowed over me, seeming to emanate naturally from his skin. Did all Platonians smell so lovely, or was this a result of ancient Greek perfuming techniques? The Platonians did take much of their cultural and aesthetic cues from ancient Greece, after all, and Grecian men did tend towards roses and lilies for their scents. My scholarly musings were cut off by his low, rumbling voice. “Several centuries have passed since I last experienced such complete gentleness. It almost seems as if I never have before...”

Cupping the back of my head with a tenderness I hadn’t felt since he woke up after his treatment, Parmen drew me into a kiss that spoke more of emotion than appetite. So this was the potential I’d sensed within him!

“Gentle, precious lady, you must be Eleos, goddess of mercy sent down from Olympus,” he breathed as his cock slipped inside me. He wrapped his arms around my waist even as mine wound over his shoulders. Trembling as our bodies joined so intimately, I rested my forehead against his. “Oh, I will show you the skill of a god, my girl. I have over two millennia of experience with romance, and you deserve only the best that I can give you.”

Hours later when his little lover was fast asleep in his arms, Philana finally returned. Parmen watched as her eyes skimmed down the unblemished skin of the woman’s back and shoulders, and a small frown creased her brow.

“Did you not enjoy yourself?” She whispered as she sat beside her nude husband and his lover on their marital bed. “There’s hardly a mark on her.”

“Oh, she provided wonderful pleasure,” Parmen praised as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“How could she have when you’ve left no bruises?” Philana sounded utterly perplexed. “Come to think of it, I heard no screams, either.”

“She reminded me of the allure of gentleness...the sweet sacrament of a slow, tender touch,” he mused as he pressed a soft kiss onto the sleeping woman’s forehead.

“Gentleness? What pleasure could that possibly bring? Husband, you and I have held for a millennia that the contrast provided by pain is the primary enhancer for sexual enjoyment,” Philana protested, but when Parmen looked over at his wife, he was aware that he was expressing more in that single glance than he had in centuries. A small, warm smile graced his lips. One that his wife hadn’t caused. Could one mortal woman really cause such a drastic change in him?

“She could teach us...remind us of those attributes we’ve lost over time.”

Philana fixed him with a knowing stare.

“And how long, dear husband, would that last? She’d have powers within a few months, and their arrival would herald the end of her Humanity. She would fall victim to the same things that we have,” she said, and, though Parmen knew it was true, his heart protested loudly in his chest. He so wanted to keep her and surround himself eternally with her soft affection. “This one truly has captivated you, hasn’t she?”

He could hear the amazement in his wife’s voice, but he couldn’t bring himself to care one way or the other.

“Indeed. I didn’t think it was possible to...to feel this deeply after so many decades...so many centuries,” he murmured trailing his lips lightly down his lover’s cheek. His heart thudded rapidly in his chest as she nuzzled his chest in her sleep. “I wish to delay the Enterprise’s departure.”

“You have decided to let them live, then?” At her husband’s confirmation, Philana smiled and dropped a soft kiss on the sleeping woman’s cheek. “Then you stay here with your little diversion, and I’ll keep the others busy.”

Once his wife had left, Parmen’s hand slid down to his lover’s hip and held her in place. Grinding his renewed interest between her legs, the Philosopher King moaned with no restraint as his tip penetrated her once more. She whimpered sleepily for him, stirring in his arms with a murmur of his name. She may not be his forever, but he would make the most of the time they were given.

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anonymousewrites · 10 months ago

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Logos and Pathos (Book 3) Chapter Twenty-Five

TOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Twenty-Five: Scheming Psychics

Summary: The Platonians decide they want Bones and (Y/N) to remain with them, but Bones and (Y/N) don't want anything to do with them. Of course, that angers the Platonians.

“Enterprise, acknowledge,” said Kirk, pacing. Finally, the Platonians had stopped forcing him to hurt himself, and now Kirk was attempting to contact the Enterprise to get an escape route. “Enterprise, come in.” He huffed. “I cain’t raise them.”

“Obviously, Parmen does not wish any contact made with the Enterprise,” said Spock, crossing his arms. That did not bode well for (Y/N) (who was, quite frankly, Spock’s highest priority).

“He still needs the ship’s medical stores,” said Bones.

“To shut out any knowledge of his brutal treatment of a Starfleet Captain,” said Spock. His eyes went to (Y/N). “And to prevent any alert on their intentions towards our crewmates.”

“We need to get through to them,” said (Y/N). “We can’t let the Platon—” (Y/N) stiffened and stood alongside Bones.

“T’hy’la?” said Spock, on alert.

“We can’t control our bodies,” said Bones, narrowing his eyes.

A moment later, Spock and Kirk stiffened and moved jerkily towards the door with them. It seemed the Platonians wanted to see all of them.

The group stumbled into Parmen’s room where he and Philana sat on the dais together, the King and Queen on their throne. Their emotions of superiority and amusement at the Starfleet officers being under their control flooded the room.

“Gentle spacemen,” said Philana, rising to address them. “We are eternally in your debt.” She waved a hand at some artifacts beside her. “We have some trifles for you. Please accept them as tokens of our gratitude. They stem from the very source of our information.”

“To our noble Captain, the shield carried by Pericles, as a symbol of gallant leadership,” she said, and a shield rose up and floated into Kirk’s hands.

“To our silent and cerebral Mr. Spock, this kithara to pluck music to soothe his ever-active brow,” she said, and the kithara levitated to Spock.

“To the physician Dr. McCoy, who saved Platonius and my spouse, this ancient collection of Greek cures, penned by Hippocrates himself,” said Philana, and the scroll flew to Bones.

“And last, to Mx. (L/N), who calmed my husbands delirium and saved his mind, a laurel wreath to symbolize the Muses, inspiration of art and the expression of the soul,” said Philana.

The laurel wreath landed on (Y/N)’s hand, golden leaves matching their bright eyes. They wanted to reach up and take it off, but a force kept their hand down.

Kirk stepped forward. “Has the Enterprise been released yet?”

Parmen waved a hand. “Captain, wait. I know what you’re thinking. My humble apologies.”

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. There was no sorrow in his emotions.

“You were badly used,” continued Parmen. “In my own defense, allow me to say that my illness was more profoundly disturbing than I myself realized. I am sure, Captain, that you, too, have been out of sorts and have been driven to fits of temper and rage. Unlike you, however, what I think and feel, whether for good or ill, is instantly translated into reality. So, please, find it in your heart to forgive me.”

“Certainly,” said Kirk, but he was focused. “Has the Enterprise been released yet?”

“It will be shortly,” said Parmen.

“Then good day,” said Kirk. “And thank you for the presents.” If letting Parmen act like he hadn’t hurt Kirk meant that he could get his crew to safety, Kirk would do it.

“Not at all,” said Parmen. “But there is one final request. After my nearly fatal infection, it has become obvious to us all that we cannot afford to be without a skilled physician. And, clearly, our abilities become unwieldy without control of our emotions. Therefore, we should like you, Dr. McCoy and Mx. (L/N), to remain.”

Spock narrowed his eyes slightly.

“I’m very sorry, but that’s impossible,” said Bones shortly.

“We won’t leave Starfleet,” said (Y/N).

“Your duties will be extraordinarily light,” said Parmen, continuing without paying any attention to the response he’d been given. “You shall be freed to read and meditate, to conduct research, to create connections with the people of Platonius—” (Y/N) flinched “—whatever you like. You will want for nothing.”

“No,” said (Y/N) levelly.

Parmen sighed, and his emotions sharpened in frustration behind the veneer of politeness. “We should like to keep it cordial, but, uh, we are determined to have you stay, Doctor, Lieutenant.”

Kirk stepped forward, protective of his crew. “Dr. McCoy saved your life, and (L/N) mitigated the dangers of your powers.”

“I am losing my patience, Captain,” snapped Parmen.

“And you consider yourself a disciple of Plato?!” snapped Kirk angrily.

“We managed to live in peace and harmony,” said Parmen darkly.

“Whose harmony?” remarked Spock. “Yours? Plato wanted truth, beauty, and, above all, justice.” All things my T’hy’la upholds.

Parmen shook his head and sighed as if dealing with a child. “My dear Mr. Spock, I admit that circumstances have forced us to make a few adaptations of Plato, but ours is the most democratic society conceivable. Anyone can at any moment be or do anything he wishes—even to become ruler of Platonius—if his mind is strong enough.”

“Your planet uses people because they are too lazy to truly use their minds to do anything,” said (Y/N). “For having such an advanced civilization, you have to rely on bullying Alexander for entertainment. You can barely think for yourself, let alone have a democratic society.”

For a negotiations specialist, they do have a significant talent when it comes to, as the humans say, “poking the bear,” thought Spock.

“Oh, come now, we are not children,” said Parmen. “In your culture, justice is the will of the stronger. It is forced upon people by means of weapons and fleets of starships. Our justice is the will of the stronger mind. And I, for one, consider it a vast improvement.”

“We don’t use our weapons for the kind of brutality your practice,” said Kirk.

Parmen narrowed his eyes. “Farewell, Captain,” he said coldly.

Kirk was all to happy to comply, and he turned away with Spock. “Come on Bones, (L/N).”

Parmen raised a hand, and (Y/N) felt their body lock into place.

“Doctor? (Y/N)?” said Spock.

“We can’t move,” breathed (Y/N), trying to rid themself of the horrible feeling of being out of control of their own body.

“They’re going to keep us here no matter what,” said Bones.

“Captain, go while you still can,” advised Parmen threateningly.

“We’re not leaving until McCoy is released,” said Kirk.

“This is not the Enterprise,” snapped Parmen, and his anger flared and burned into (Y/N). “You are not in command, Captain.”

“Oh, why even discuss it?” said Philana, almost bored with the whole ordeal. Irritation, however, remained, and that was dangerous. “Get rid of them.”

“Oh, no, my dear,” said Parmen. “That might offend the good Doctor and pretty Lieutenant.” He glanced at Kirk and Spock. “You wish to stay? By all means. You can help us celebrate our anniversary. In the process, I hope we can persuade you to join our tiny republic.”

“You won’t persuade us,” said Bones icily.

“We’re not interested, and we never will be,” said (Y/N).

“Oh, I think your opinion will change,” said Parmen.

He twisted his hand, and Bones and (Y/N) were pulled towards the dais. They were forced to stand beside Parmen and Philana stiffly. Parmen directed his hand towards Spock and Kirk, and two green laurel wreaths fell at their feet. Spock and Kirk resisted the force of Parmen’s abilities, but they bent and stiffly placed the wreaths on their heads. Their gifts flew to the side to give them a wide open space.

Alexander began to play the drums. Spock and Kirk bowed, straightened, and began to skip around each other. (Y/N) felt sick to their stomach seeing their friend and love forced to perform like jesters for Parmen and Philana

“I’m Tweedledee; he’s Tweedledum,” sang Kirk.

“Two spacemen marching to a drum,” sang Spock stiffly.

“We slithe among the mimsy toves and gyre among the borogoves,” said the pair together, helpless to stop. They bowed again, and tense smiles were pulled onto their faces.

The doors behind them opened, and Aristos walked in. He cast a glance at Spock and Kirk and smiled as if this was normal and alright.

“A show and you didn’t invite me?” remarked Aristos, walking up to the dais.

“We had hoped things would go more smoothly,” sighed Philana, bored.

Aristos tutted and looked at (Y/N). “You don’t want to stay in this paradise?”

“No,” said (Y/N), narrowing their eyes.

Aristos’s gaze darkened, and he leaned in. “A pity. You, such an incredible psychic, could do so well here.” He smirked. “But I’m sure you’ll learn to enjoy it.”

Spock’s eyes narrowed at how desiring Aristos’s eyes were as he looked at (Y/N).

“Can we get on with things?” sighed Philana.

“Don’t get upset at me, Philana,” said Aristos. “I’m just here for the sights.” He glanced at (Y/N).

“They’re not staying,” spat Kirk as he was forced to the floor. “No matter what they do to us—”

Parmen raised a hand, and Kirk and Spock went flying across the floor.

“Spock! Captain!” cried (Y/N), trying to move forward. Aristos’s fingers tensed, and they were frozen in place.

Parmen curled his fingers, and Kirk spoke. The words were pulled from him unwillingly. “Being your servant…what should I do but tend upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend nor service to do till you—”

“Stop it,” said Bones. “Don’t do this to them.”

“Bones, (L/N)…” Kirk gritted his teeth and managed to speak his own mind. “No matter what he makes me say or do…the answer’s…no.” Parmen raised a hand, and Kirk groaned.

(Y/N) winced. They could feel the pain Kirk was going through as Parmen used him as a puppet. “No, Parmen!” they said worriedly. Their eyes went to Spock. They didn’t want to know what would happen to him next. “Stop it!”

Parmen just continued his torture, and Philana smirked as Kirk contorted in pain. Aristos watched in amusement. (Y/N) was sick with the amount of joy the Platonians felt at seeing another person harmed.

“Well, Doctor, Lieutenant?” said Parmen.

“I…I have my orders,” said Bones, remaining strong.

“We’re not staying with you,” said (Y/N) resolutely.

“Then the show continues,” said Aristos, pouting as if he was saddened to see the Starfleet officers further in pain. “Maybe we should bring the other one in?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. Spock!

“A wonderful idea, Aristos,” said Parmen, raising his hand.

Spock stood from the floor while Kirk lay flat. His hands moved like a ballet-dancer, and he walked towards Kirk’s prone body. Then, he began to dance. He tapped his shoes on the ground around Kirk’s head.

(Y/N) sucked in their breath. They hated to watch Spock be forced to perform in an event he would never choose to. It wasn’t Spock.

Parmen, Philana, and Aristos just smirked and smiled. They were pleased with the torture they enacted.

Spock clapped dramatically and jumped over Kirk. He nearly landed on his head. But the dance didn’t stop. Spock couldn’t stop. His foot kicked over Kirk’s head before lowering towards his face. Bones and (Y/N) tensed. Spock shook with the effort not to move. Finally, the Platonians let go, and he fell back to sit down. He panted with the strain and pain.

(Y/N) wanted nothing more to run down and check on him, but they couldn’t do anything. They were stuck in place beside the Platonians, the torturers of the people they loved.

And then it got worse.

Laughter forced its way out of Spock’s throat. A grin was pulled across his face, and he couldn’t avoid the expression of emotion. (Y/N) felt sick to their stomach, and they wanted to run to their dear boyfriend, calm his emotions, and help him recover. (Y/N) watched in horror as the laughter continued uncontrollably. They knew Spock was hating the entire experience. He lay back on the stairs and continued to laugh.

“Stop it!” shouted (Y/N). “You have to stop this. He’s a Vulcan! You can’t force emotion out of him!”

“Oh, you must be joking,” said Philana, tsking.

“Well, we can’t let him die laughing, can we?” said Parmen, raising his hand.

Spock’s laughter turned to sobs. (Y/N)’s heart ached, and a deep-rooted anger continued to brew and build within them.

“Stop. It,” said (Y/N).

Aristos cocked his head. “You’re very attached to him, aren’t you?”

“Let him go,” repeated (Y/N), angrily.

Aristos’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t like that (Y/N), the pretty and powerful empath, was already taken. It made his desires that much harder to attain. He curled his fingers, and Spock’s body was wracked with sobs.

“I said stop!”

(Y/N) snapped. A wave of psychic energy rolled off of them. Pure empathic energy surged out around them, and their eyes burst with gold. The Platonians jerked as their emotions were forcefully shut down. Spock let out a breath as the sadness being wrenched from him was quelled. He could once again control his emotions. And it was thanks to his T’hy’la.

However…all the Platonians eyes went to them, and (Y/N) felt their anger and interest redouble as they stared at the empath who had abilities on par with their own.

(Y/N)’s heart sank into their stomach. They had protected Spock this time, but they had a sinking suspicion they had just made the situation worse.

Having been “graciously” returned to their quarters, the group was left in tension. Kirk and Bones hovered to the side and glanced worriedly at Spock. He had his fingers laced and was staring ahead of himself solemnly. He had been through…quite something.

(Y/N) knelt beside him. “Spock?” they said quietly.

Bones and Kirk exchanged glances and stood carefully behind them. They were worried, but they knew that it was best for (Y/N) to approach Spock to help him.

“I trust they did not attempt to harm you, T’hy’la,” said Spock.

“They hurt me by hurting you, Spock. You know that,” said (Y/N).

Spock’s eyes were downcast. “I am…displeased that you had to witness such a scene.”

“That was not you, dear,” said (Y/N). “And I am never ashamed of you for displaying emotions.” They smiled. “That being said, I know you don’t want to. It isn’t you. So I understand that this was difficult.” They held up two fingers, offering a connection but allowing Spock to decide what he was comfortable with at the moment.

Spock reached out and touched his two fingers to theirs. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy his t’hy’la’s warm, familiar aura. In the storm of motions the Platonians had conjured within him, (Y/N) was the calm he needed.

“Thank you, T’hy’la,” he said, gazing at them. “For interfering and for now.”

(Y/N) smiled. “Of course, dear.”

�� “However, I admit that the Platonians have still evoked a great…hatred in me,” said Spock. He looked at Bones, then Kirk, then (Y/N). “I must master it. I must control it. I must.”

“I know.” (Y/N) kept their fingers against his. “I know.”

“I won’t let everyone keep getting hurt,” said Bones resolutely. “I’m staying. Having one of us stay could appease Parmen enough that they’ll let you all go.”

“You can’t,” said Kirk sharply.

“And it won’t work,” sighed (Y/N). “By showing my empathy back there, I really proved that I’m the type of psychic that they want.” They sighed. “I made things worse.”

“You did not make things worse, T’hy’la,” said Spock. “The Platonians already wanted you. That is through no fault of your own.”

“I’m still putting you all in more danger,” said (Y/N).

“Well, we’re all staying together,” said Kirk decidedly. “No one is leaving anyone behind.”

Bones nodded. “Alright, Jim.”

“Yes,” said Spock, nodding.

“Of course,” said (Y/N). They stiffened and stood.

“(L/N)?” said Kirk.

(Y/N)’s body moved without their will towards the door. “It seems I’m going somewhere.”

Spock moved with them and took their wrist in his hand to hold them still for a moment. “T’hy’la, we will get away from here. You won’t have to say.”

“I trust you, Spock,” said (Y/N), smiling before their body moved out of the room. The door slammed behind them.

(Y/N) entered a smaller chamber and found Aristos on his own within.

“Welcome, Lieutenant,” said Aristos. “Or can I call you (Y/N)?”

“I’d prefer ‘lieutenant,’ and I’d feel more welcome if I hadn’t been forced to come here,” said (Y/N).

“Calling you with my abilities was the simplest method to bring you here. It was more efficient than going and interrupting your time with your friends,” said Aristos.

(Y/N) felt the heat of his anger at the mention of “friends.” “I thought your civilization was a polite one. And yet you can’t ask a simple question or respect free will.”

“I thought you’d appreciate efficiency,” said Aristos. He smirked. “You know, keeping such company suggested so. A Vulcan is an unusual choice of companion. Especially for an empath.”

(Y/N) crossed their arms. “Spock is a Vulcan, yes. But he’s actually civilized and a good man.”

“I can be a very good man,” said Aristos, walking towards them.

“You have yet to be a decent on,” responded (Y/N). “And my answer to staying on Platonius won’t change just by flirting with me.”

“Who said I was flirting with you? I’m just being a gentleman,” said Aristos, smiling.

“I can feel what your emotions are. You hide nothing,” said (Y/N).

Aristos reached up and brushed his fingers over (Y/N)’s cheek. He was quick to pull back, though, not giving them a chance to use their abilities. “You are so clever, even when you’re arguing with me. And beautiful.”

(Y/N) batted his hand away, and instantly, their arm froze. They could speak, but their body refused to move. “Don’t touch me,” they said.

“I know you believe we just want you because we want a new psychic on Platonius, which is true, but you’re so much more than that,” said Aristos, fingers hovering over (Y/N)’s cheek. “I mean, yes, an empath is so new and exciting, and it could be quite something if combined with our abilities, but you’re also just…darling.”

So still shallow. (Y/N) was incredibly unimpressed and annoyed.

“I’ve always wanted to have someone like you. Powerful, pretty, exciting,” said Aristos. He sighed. “The people on Platonius…I’ve known them all for centuries. It gets so boring.”

“That doesn’t mean you can keep me here,” said (Y/N).

Aristos smirked. “I’ll make sure you find a reason to stay.”

“Hurting my friends just makes me want to fight you more,” retorted (Y/N).

Aristos’s grip on their chin tightened. “Yes…You and that Vulcan once more. You care far too much for him.” He smirked, and (Y/N)’s heart dropped at the darkness in his emotions. “I’m sure we can make it quite clear that resisting us won’t end well for him. Perhaps that’ll be your reason to stay.” He leaned forward, and (Y/N) was smothered in his emotions. “And then I’ll show you just how much Platonius can be enjoyable.”

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