My first fanfic!

Usual disclaimer: I own nothing.

Warnings: Rape/Non-con

Terrible Things

Chapter 1

The downtown suburbs of San Francisco were bustling with the typical Friday night atmosphere that was to be expected. The shouts of drunken men and loud music was all that could be heard, much to Spock's discomfort. He absentmindely straightened his black jacket as the ventured further down the stree. He frowned as his eardrums pounded in beat to the blasts of music coming from the clubs. Spock and his Captain had taken a misinformed detour on their way back to their temporary accommodation at Starfleet HQ and ended up in the midst of numerous parties in full swing.

"Captain, I suggest we find an exit from this street as quickly as possible," Spock said, as he lent in closer to Jim so the human would be able to hear him over the noise.

"Aw, c'mon, Spock!" the Captain replied, hitting his companion on the arm. "Where's your sense of adventure?

One would hardly call this an adventure, Captain. An exploration of a species with wild behaviour patterns, pehaps, Spock thought.

This really was not what Spock had had in mind when he and Jim had planned their activities for the commencing shore leave. The Vulcan had no interests in trying new cuisine in a newly-opened restaurant just a couple of blocks away from where they were staying but Jim had insisted, using the old "but it'll be fun" reasoning. No doubt, the restaurant held a pleasant atmosphere and Spock had very much enjoyed being in Jim's company without having the demands of their ranks having priority over their blossoming relationship. The pair stuck very close together as they made their way down the crowded street.

"Hey! There's that bar Scotty told us about," Jim said, pointing to a neon-lit sign entitled 'The Lounge'. Not a creative name but Spock had to admit, this bar did not look as cheap or raunchy as some of the others had done, so he followed Jim's confident stride towards the entrance. They entered, with the smell of alcohol and perfume hitting them like a brick wall. The room did not have sufficient enough lighting by Spock's standards as the Vulcan found himself squinting to survey the room. A large dancefloor was in the centre, with a mix of couches and tables surrounding it. The dancefloor was completely overcrowded, with the occupyers contorting their bodies in all sorts of ways to please the drunken spectators surrounding them, cheering and drooling. Spock felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Jim," the Vulcan said, leaning closer to his Captain. "I do not believe this establishment is adequately safe."

"Relax, Spock. Scotty said the cocktails were mind-blowing so I just want to try one." Kirk widened his eyes, like a puppy begging to be let of its leash. "Just one little cocktail."

Spock nodded. "Very well. One and then we retire back to our accommodation."

The duo made their way towards the bar and Jim ordered what he wanted. Whilst the bartender made Jim's drink, Spock stood with his back to the bar and looked around the room. The music wasn't as loud as other bars but it was still as heavy. A group of well-built huamn men caught the Vulcan's sharp gaze. They looked intoxicated to say the least, one of them looking like he was about to throw the entire contents of his stomach at any second. Spock internally shivered. The sooner Jim was done with his drink, the better.

The next thing Spock saw out of the corner of his eye was Jim gulping heavily at a blue liquid in a clear glass, with some sort of fruit floating across the top. The liquid bubbled slightly as it passed Jim's lips, trickles missing and running down his chin. Elegance was never Jim's forte. He had drank half of it when he stopped and set the glass down on the bar.

"Well?" Spock inquired.

Jim coughed and shoved a hand to his mouth, making long strides to the bathroom whilst shaking his head. The Vulcan's mouth twisted into a smile at one end. Typical. He decided to give his Captain some space so he turned back to the bar and sat down on one of the empty stools, keeping his hands neatly folded on his lap. After a few minutes had passed, concern for Jim began to flurry through Spock's mind. The Captain had still not returned from the bathroom and it was extremely unlikely that Kirk would have left without retrieving Spock first. He stood, but something caught his eye. The liquid that Jim had been drinking had turned a pale green colour and was beginning to effervesce around the surface.

Something is wrong. The drink had been drugged.

Spock leapt across the room, almost knocking a number of the dancers over as he moved, being more bothered about finding Kirk than beating the individual who had done this to a pulp. He shoved the door to the bathroom open with a heavy push only finding a large, middle-aged male passed out in one of the stalls. Spock felt his pulse increase as his emotions began to overpower his logic; worry consuming his mind.

No, he would be of no use to Jim if he allowed his human half to become dominant.

Spock took a sharp intake of breath and made his way out of the bathroom and out of the front entrance. The Captain must have come out for fresh air. That was the most logical explanation there was. His gaze darted to every face that bustled down the street, hoping he would find the young face of his t'hy'la. Suddenly, a jolt of static echoed through his mind and Spock was drawn to one of the alleyways. He was moving before had even properly processed what the spark in his mind was.

The alleyway was dark, the only light being from the neon signs in the streets. Groans and laughs were all Spock could hear as he tried his best to ignore the loud beats of the music from the surrounding bars. With all emotion waiting to burst forward, he ran down the back street with a long stride, his fists clenched. The silhouettes of three men came into view, all crowded round a fourth body who was undoubtedly being restrained against his will. He stooped low and walked slower towards the gang, hoping they hadn't spotted him. Spock immediately recognised the three burly men as the ones who had previously caught the Vulcan's gaze in the bar.

The fourth man -the one with his no trousers on, his legs in the air, a large hand clamped around his mouth and his hands tied underneath him- was Jim. His Jim.

The drunkest of the trio was sat behind Kirk, with an arm across his chest and a hand over his mouth, the other hand rubbing and caressing any piece of skin it could find. Another was kneeling in front of the Captain between his open legs, his hand clamped firmly around Jim's dick whilst simultaneously pounding into his ass. Spock immediately noticed that Jim was on the verge of unconsciousness as his eyelids were slowly closing and the moans that were being forced from his throat were getting quieter. The third stood watch over the action, his own dick in his hand as he stroked himself hard, muttering obscene phrases under his breath.

With a snarl, Spock leapt forwards and immediately nerve-pinched the kneeling-man away from Jim and turned to upward-punch the standing man, knocking him out cold as he hit the ground hard. The Vulcan only took a step towards the most intoxicated of the three males and he let go of Jim in a panic, obviously in fear. He ran to cower in the corner of the alley but Spock held no mercy. He gripped the front of the man's jacket and raised him off of the ground by his neck, strangling him until enough oxygen had been lost in order for him to pass out. Spock tossed the vile male aside and exhaled sharply, emotion overwhelming every sense.

The Vulcan turned and knelt next to Jim, who lay shivering on the cold floor, his legs still spread open His Captain had passed out, making it slightly easier for Spock to untie his hands and quickly assess the damage. Bruising had already began to show on Jim's face, with a trickle of blood running down his temple. Spock traced his thumb over his cheek, wiping away a tear that had fallen in the midst of the chaos. Jim's lip was split in numerous places and there were handmarks and bruising across his thighs and hips, no doubt where he'd been slapped and held open.

Kirk moaned as consciousness began to return to him and he instinctively began to curl in on himself, his muscles tensing.

"Do not struggle, Jim," Spock whispered as he placed his hand over Jim's, "you are safe now."

The Captain moaned again at the sound of Spock's voice and seemed to become more relaxed in his grip. Spock took his communicator from his pocket and called for emergency assistance, ensuring that Doctor McCoy would be waiting to asses Jim's condition when they arrived at the hospital.

Jim's missing clothes were nowhere to be seen, so Spock removed his own jacket and draped it over Jim, covering his modesty. He did not wish to risk moving his Captain onto the busy street, so instead, he hoisted him up into his arms, being exceptionally careful not to cause further harm.

So there Spock stood, his unconscious Captain in his arms. He cradled Jim close to his body for warmth and protection, until help arrived ten minutes later.

Hopefully this will be a few chapters long, if you like it ^.^

Next Chapter: "I don't know what to tell you, Spock," Bones replied, rubbing his tired eyes. "His vital signs are healthy and all damage that was done has been properly repaired." The doctor shrugged, seemingly defeated. "He just won't wake up."