Quiet Ignite

by scaryfangirl2001

Summary:

Spock protects Jim from Gary

Chapter 1

The bell rings through the corridors of Riverside High, a piercing sound that marks the end of another mundane day. Jim, a rugged teenager with a rebellious spirit, slings his worn backpack over his broad shoulders. Beside him, his loyal friend and voice of reason Leonard adjusts his sunglasses as they step out into the fading sunlight, which paints the cracked pavement in gold and amber.

 

"You know, Jim," Leonard sighs with a hint of exasperation, "I still can't wrap my head around the fact that you got into yet another fight today."

 

Jim flashes a cocky grin, his eyes shining with mischief. "Hey, some people just need to learn a lesson the hard way, Bones."

 

Leonard shakes his head in frustration and amusement. "Yeah, well, maybe next time try not to get your ass handed to you so badly."

 

Their banter is abruptly interrupted as a shadow falls across their path. Stepping out from the dimly lit alleyway is Gary, the mysterious new kid who has been stirring up trouble ever since he arrived at Riverside High. His sharp features are twisted in a sneer, dark eyes glinting with malice as he appraises Jim.

 

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Jimmy Kirk," Gary taunts, his voice dripping with disdain. "Always picking fights you can't win."

 

Jim's jaw tenses, his fists clenching at his sides. "Stay out of my way, Gary. I'm not in the mood for your games today."

 

Gary's laughter cuts through the tension like a knife, cold and devoid of humor. "Oh, I think you have plenty of time for my games, Kirk."

 

As the air crackles with unresolved animosity, Leonard keeps a wary eye on the escalating confrontation. The waning sunlight casts long, ominous shadows around the trio.

 

Ignoring his friend's silent warning, Jim takes a defiant step forward, his gaze locked with Gary's. "What do you want, Gary? Why are you always looking for trouble?"

 

Gary's smirk widens, revealing a glint of something dark and twisted in his eyes. "Trouble finds me, Kirk. And you just happen to keep getting in the way."

 

Without warning, Gary's hand shoots out like a coiled snake, striking Jim's gut with brutal force. The impact sends a shockwave of pain rippling through Jim's body, the breath knocked clean out of his lungs as he doubles over, gasping for air like a drowning man. Before he can even attempt to recover, Gary's foot connects with Jim's ribs, the sickening thud of the blow echoing in the desolate street. Leonard moves to intervene, his eyes wide with concern. But Gary turns his malevolent gaze toward the other boy, a dangerous glint in his eyes that sends a shiver down Leonard's spine.

 

"Don't even think about it, Bones," Gary growls, his voice low and threatening. The use of Jim's nickname for his friend drips with mockery.

 

Leonard hesitates, torn between his loyalty to Jim and the instinctive fear that grips his heart in the face of Gary's undeniable menace. He knows better than to challenge Gary when he's in this volatile mood, a ticking time bomb ready to explode at the slightest provocation. Jim struggles to push himself upright, his body protesting every movement as he fights to regain his footing. Gary looms over him, a dark shadow of malevolence casting a pall over the street.

 

"Pathetic," Gary's voice is a cruel whisper as he delivers yet another punishing blow to Jim's side. "You're nothing but a waste of space."

 

Just as Gary raises his foot for what seems to be a final, devastating blow, a sudden shadow falls over them. Gary's menacing expression twists into one of surprise as he turns, only to find himself face-to-face with a figure that has appeared to materialize out of the darkness – Spock. The Half-Vulcan stands tall and imposing, his expression unreadable behind the veil. His dark eyes sear into Gary with an intensity that makes the bully falter. 

 

"Leave him alone," Spock's voice is low and dangerous, a promise of impending retribution.

 

Gary hesitates, a flicker of uncertainty breaking through his facade of malevolent confidence. But his pride, his need to dominate, won't let him back down. "Or what, half-breed?" he sneers with a smirk.

 

Spock doesn't waste words. With a fluidity of movement that belies his cold exterior, he closes the distance between them in an instant. His hand shoots out with lightning speed, grabbing Gary by the collar and slamming him against the nearest wall with a force that reverberates through the alley. Gary's eyes widen in shock, the color draining from his face as he finds himself suspended in mid-air, held aloft by Spock's unforgiving grip.

 

"Do not speak to me that way," Spock growls, his voice tinged with a malicious edge that sends shivers down Gary's spine.

 

Struggling futilely against Spock's unyielding strength, Gary is left at the mercy of a force far greater than his own. The half-Vulcan presses hard against his chest, leaving Gary gasping for air. The lingering scent of damp concrete mingles with the metallic tang of blood. With a final, contemptuous glare, Spock, in his embodiment of cold fury, releases his grip, letting the boy crumple to the ground like an unconscious, discarded puppet. Gary lies broken and defeated at his feet, his pride shattered into a million sharp pieces. Jim, still reeling from the brutal beating he had endured minutes ago, breathes in harsh gasps. As Spock turns to Jim, his expression softens imperceptibly, and Jim feels the protectiveness.

 

"Thanks, Spock," Jim manages to croak out, his voice raw with pain as he attempts to sit up, his body protesting every movement.

 

Spock kneels beside him, his usually stoic expression softening further. "Are you injured?" he asks in concern.

 

Jim shakes his head, though the agony radiating from his side tells a different story. "I'll live," he replies with forced nonchalance, a weak attempt at bravado.

 

Spock hums in understanding. With a gentle yet firm hand, he helps Jim to his feet, his touch surprisingly gentle.

 

"We should go," Spock calmly suggests.

 

As they leave the alley, Leonard trails behind them like a wary older brother. Jim steals a glance at Spock. There's something different about him today, something primal and fierce that simmers just beneath the surface. The way Spock stood between Jim and danger, the way he dispatched his assailant with a swift efficiency — it's a side of Spock that Jim has never witnessed before. He loves it.

 

Chapter 2

The next day, Jim walks home with Spock again. They've barely spoken since the incident, creating a palpable tension between them. As they near the narrow alleyway where Gary had unleashed his brutality on Jim, a shiver races down Jim's spine, carrying with it the memories of pain and fear.

 

"Hey, Spock," Jim ventures, his voice threaded with hesitation. "About yesterday—"

 

His words are abruptly cut off as Gary emerges from the shadows, a malevolent smirk twisting his features. His presence casts a dark shadow over the already dim alley, his menacing demeanor unmistakable.

 

"Thought you could avoid me forever, Kirk?" Gary's taunting voice fills the space, echoing off the grimy walls.

 

Jim's muscles tense instinctively, his body preparing for the possibility of another harrowing encounter with his tormentor. But before he can react, Spock smoothly steps forward, positioning himself like a shield between Jim and the looming threat of the bully.

 

"Leave now, or suffer the consequences," Spock's voice is calm and controlled, yet there is an undeniable undercurrent of menace in his tone

 

Gary's smirk falters with a flicker of uncertainty flashing in his eyes. However, he squares his shoulders, attempting to display a facade of false courage. "You think you can scare me?"

 

Spock's gaze narrows, a subtle shift in his stance betraying his readiness to act. Without a moment's hesitation, he lunges for Gary, seamlessly transitioning from composed restraint to swift action. The two figures collide in a blur of movement, Spock's superior strength and agility quickly gaining the upper hand in the skirmish. Their struggle plays out like a silent dance of combat, the sound of grunts and scuffles merging with the ambient whispers of the evening breeze. The alleyway becomes a stage for this clash of wills, bathed in the dim glow of the flickering streetlights that barely penetrate the narrow space.

 

Spock's movements are calculated and precise, his Vulcan physiology lending him an advantage that Gary cannot match. With a controlled fluidity, Spock maneuvers Gary into a vulnerable position, swiftly pinning him to the cold concrete ground. The bully's resistance is futile against the unyielding force that holds him in place, Spock's knee pressing firmly against Gary's chest to assert his dominance.

 

A sense of catharsis washes over Jim, mixed with a tinge of awe and gratitude toward his enigmatic friend. Spock's intervention has not only thwarted Gary's malicious intent but has also revealed a profound display of loyalty and protective instinct.

 

As Gary struggles to breathe beneath Spock's unwavering restraint, a dawning realization creeps into his expression; a recognition of his defeat. The feigned bravado crumbles, replaced by a raw fear that flickers in his eyes like a dying flame. With his back against the cold brick wall, his fists clench in defiance despite trembling with fear.

 

"You... you can't do this," Gary sputters, his voice wavering from a battle with his consciousness.

 

Spock presses against Gary's chest, his voice low but filled with a quiet intensity. "I suggest you reconsider your actions and their consequences, Mitchell. This will not be tolerated."

 

Gary's jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing in defiance. But there's a crack in his tough exterior revealing the fear that lurks within. Spock releases his hold on Gary, a silent challenge in his gaze as he allows the younger boy to scramble to his feet and retreat, his pride wounded but his awareness sharpened by the encounter. As Gary disappears around the corner, Jim steps closer to his protector, his body bearing the bruises of yesterday's altercation.

 

"Are you alright?" Spock's concerned voice breaks through Jim's reverie.

 

He nods gratefully, "Yeah, thanks to you."

 

There's a moment of silence between them, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the chilly air. Jim takes a deep breath, the urge to express his gratitude and admiration for Spock burning in his chest.

 

"Spock, I--" he begins, but his words falter as Spock unexpectedly closes the distance between them.

 

Before Jim can process the action, Spock's lips meet his in a fiery kiss that sends shockwaves through his body. Jim's eyes widen in surprise, but the heat of Spock's touch quickly melts away his confusion as he surrenders to the moment, his hands instinctively finding their way to Spock's shoulders. Spock's kiss is a revelation, a raw outpouring of pent-up emotions that have long simmered beneath the surface. It is intense, bordering on desperate, as if each brush of their lips is a confession of feelings in themselves. When they finally pull apart, gasping for breath, Jim's heart thuds wildly in his chest, his mind reeling from the intensity of the moment. Beneath the flickering light from the brick building above, Spock's eyes are alight with vulnerability and undeniable possessiveness.

 

"Spock..." Jim whispers, his voice trembling, the name a plea and a confession all at once.

 

Spock's eyes darken and, without warning, he wordlessly reaches out to press Jim against the nearby gate. The cold metal bites into Jim's back, grounding him as he pins the younger boy in place with his body.

 

"Jim," Spock murmurs, his voice gravelly with emotion. "I cannot bear to see you hurt."

 

Jim's heart hammers in his chest, the raw intensity of Spock's gaze sending shivers down his spine. Before he can properly respond, Spock's lips crash down on his, stealing the words from his mouth. It's a kiss unlike any other, filled with a mix of longing, passion, and unspoken promises. As their lips move together in a dance of desire, Jim melts into the sensation, losing himself in the heat of the moment. His hands instinctively claw their way to Spock's back, tracing the lines of familiar muscles, the warmth of his skin a contrast to the cool night air.

 

Spock's kiss deepens with otherworldly possession, sending Jim into a private universe as the world around them fades away. Jim gasps into the kiss as his thoughts spin, his body responding instinctively to Spock's touch. A fiery touch that threatens to consume him. Desiring to be closer, Spock's hands slide down to Jim's hips, pulling him closer until their bodies are flush against each other. The sensation of their intertwined forms sends a wave of heat through Jim.

 

"Jim," Spock breathes against his lips, his voice ragged. "You are mine."

 

The words are charged with a possessiveness that sends a thrill through Jim's body. In an instant, he feels a connection with Spock that transcends words, a bond that ties them together in a way that he has never experienced before.

 

"Yours..." Jim whispers, his voice barely a breath as he gives himself over to the tumultuous emotions swirling inside him.

 

Spock's fingers brush against the waistband of Jim's jeans, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. The touch ignites a fire within him, a primal urge that begs for release. Jim arches into the touch, a soft moan escaping his lips as desire clouds his mind. Spock's hand, cool and steady, slips beneath the thin fabric covering Jim's heated skin, sending a shiver of anticipation racing down Jim's spine. His breath hitches, a barely audible gasp escaping his lips as the sensation of Spock's touch teases and tantalizes him.

 

"Spock," Jim's voice breaks, a plea laced with need.

 

His eyes search for Spock's, finding them blazing with an electrifying intensity. Spock's hand moves with purpose, calculated to elicit a response from Jim, both physical and emotional.

 

"Say it, Jim," Spock's voice is low and commanding, a subtle undercurrent of desire weaving through his words. "Say you want this."

 

Jim's heart pounds in his chest, the rush of blood drowning out any other sound. His mind races, thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm as he struggles to put into words the overwhelming need that consumes him.

 

"Yes," the word slips past his lips in a whisper, barely audible in the charged atmosphere of the alley. "Fuck yes, Spock, I need this."

A satisfied smile curves Spock's lips as he leans in closer, his eyes never leaving Jim's face. With a final, lingering kiss, he deepens his touch, his fingers moving with a feral grace that makes Jim's breath catch. Jim's world narrows to the feel of Spock's hands on his body, the warmth of his breath ghosting over his skin. Every touch, every caress, sends a jolt of pleasure through him, building the tension inside him to an almost unbearable peak.

 

"Spock," Jim groans, the sound thick with desire, his body arching into Spock's touch. "I, I can't—"

 

But Spock's hand keeps up, his fingers finding that sensitive spot that makes Jim shudder with pleasure, a wave of sensation sweeping through him and sending him spiraling toward the climax he can no longer hold back. With a final, desperate cry, Jim comes undone, his body quivering with raw ferocity as waves of pleasure surge through him. Spock holds him close, still against the gate, his touch both grounding and electrifying, a paradox of warmth and coolness that sets Jim's skin ablaze. When the floodgates of his desires burst open, Jim collapses against Spock, a trembling mess of pleasure and surrender.

 

Spock's arms wrap around Jim possessively, a silent declaration of ownership and protection that speaks volumes without a single word. As he holds Jim close, feeling the rise and fall of his lover's chest against his own, Spock whispers words of affirmation and devotion.

 

"Jim," he whispers tenderly against the younger boy's racing heart, "You are mine."

 

"And you're mine," Jim whispers back.

 

Spock shifts slightly, pulling Jim away from the gate and cradling him instead. He squeezes protectively.

 

"Always," Spock vows, sealing their bond.

 

Jim sighs happily, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and satisfaction. He feels peace settle over him as Spock gently sways in the aftermath.

 

"Thank you," he whispers.

 

Spock's eyes sparkle, meeting the other boy with a gentle caress. "You are welcome, Jim. It was my pleasure."