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“Don’t react when I tell you,
And don’t react when I tell you;
That bright lights mean nothing to you,
Because no one would know the sound of a ghost.
And I might be something to you,
Beyond beautiful, is the sound of a ghost.
Can we lose our minds,
And call it love for the last time?
My darling never rests,
Until the darker gets the best of all we had,
Can the cold carry on?
When the light means nothing to you,
Then no one would know the sound of a ghost.
And I might be perfect with you,
But no one would know.
So tell me, Tell Me.”
“Have you ever really danced on the edge? Is there something scaring you?
Have you ever really danced on the edge? The count to three is on,
Have you ever really danced on the edge? Alright, tell me so,
Have you ever really danced on the edge? Just hold my hand and jump.”
“And bright lights mean nothing to you, Because no one would know the sound of a ghost.
Oh, no one would know the sound of a ghost.”
Ceti Alpha V, that’s where the two lovers ended up.
Most would assume that the desolate planet would be the worse outcome for Khan and his small army of augments. Oh how wrong they were. Khan spent most of his time bustling around with the others building a small city on the deserted planet, a city capable of holding the augments and whoever Starfleet decided to maroon here too. They were making the most of the planet’s resources, or whatever the augments could actually find amongst the sands and gravel.
Jim stayed with Khan, clung to him actually. Since the containers holding Khan’s crew opened, the women of the crew began to marry the men, trying to begin a new race of humans. Khan often laughed at Kirk’s sudden jealousy and protectiveness.
“You’re acting like a stag during spring,” he would remark, smirking at the glare given by the ex-captain.
“You remember what you promised me once,” he said, making his way towards Khan in the comforts of their house. “I am yours.”
“And you are mine,” Khan smiled and kissed Kirk gently before returning to the piles of newly plotted maps of the planet. “What’s all of this?” Jim asked, wrapping his arms around Khan’s middle and resting his chin on his shoulder. “Expanding our city, my love.”
“City,” Jim laughed. “I’d hardly consider a few houses and roads a city.”
Khan ignored the comment and carried on; moving different maps around, drawing imaginary lines across the mountains with his fingers and constantly muttering to himself. It’s how he thinks, Kirk reminds him. He often saw it happen when they were on the ship. When they were approaching a new planet, or a Starfleet vessel happened to be looking for them, he heard the inaudible talking of his lover. It was cute.
“Would it be possible for a certain augment to leave his conquering plans for one night so he can spend it with his lover,” Jim’s sly smile returned after a while, brushing his nose against Khan’s neck and nuzzling into it.
“It would,” Khan’s voice was beginning to get deep. Jim’s finally getting somewhere. “But what would this particular lover be so interested in that an augment would be dragged away from his very important plans?” Khan, despite his questionings, was now standing before Jim, letting their fingers entwine.
“I suppose he’s lonely,” Jim’s voice was barely audible, Khan hardly heard what he said. “It’s been so long since they spent a night together...properly.” They both paused; standing in the middle of their room, looking at each other. Kirk had a look of sheer loneliness in his eyes, that much was recognisable to the augment. Khan, however, desperately searched those blue eyes for something else. Jim knew Khan was going to be invested in building and creating a new civilisation, Khan had told him that. True, they hadn’t spent a night together in a number of days, which to a certain blond, must have seemed like years.
“Then on those grounds, he can certainly get whatever he likes,” Khan smiled and held Kirk’s chin up with a finger. “And the augment will be sure to make his poor lover feel so much better.”
Oh he’s gotten out the possessive pronouns, Kirk mused.
“I certainly hope so.” Jim flung his arms around Khan’s neck and kissed him hard. From then on it was a series of rough kisses, moans and pulling of clothes.
By the time Khan had thrown Jim onto the bed, he was shirtless and positioning himself over a naked blond. Just as he was going to kiss him again, a loud knock came from their room’s door, followed by the voice of an augment. “Sir?”
“Answer him and I’ll kill you,” Jim grabbed Khan’s face and kissed him again.
“Sir, its Meryn,” the augment said, his voice clearly shaking. Khan abruptly pulled from Jim and went to the door. Covering himself, Jim could see Rowan at the door. Rowan had become a good friend to Jim, and a brother to Khan. He and Meryn had been engaged before the freezing of the augments, and soon got married when they were released, later announcing to Khan and Jim that they were expecting a child; a welcomed edition to the new race. Rowan, although a happy and peaceful man, was standing at the door talking at an extreme pace, barely letting Khan get a word in. Jim couldn’t hear any of it, but Rowan was close to tears. After what seemed to be hours, Khan sent Rowan back to his house down the street, while Khan threw on a shirt.
“What’s wrong with Meryn?” Jim asked, absent-mindedly playing with a bit of the bed sheets, but in a serious tone.
“From what Rowan could tell me, she’s gone into labour but something’s wrong,” Khan placed a quick kiss on Jim’s lips before racing out of their home and down to Rowan’s house.
Jim ran his hand through his hair and sighed, nestling himself into the bed. Another lonely night.