The register of received diplomatic gifts did not cater to situations such as this. For one, it was designed to be filled in by an administrator, or a yeoman if on mission. Also, despite the fact that there were over four hundred categories to sift through, none of them quite covered what was currently standing in Jim Kirk’s quarters. In fact, nothing much covered him at all. Jim reluctantly clicked on ‘Other Miscellaneous Livestock’.
It was pretty to look at, there was no question. Pale skin, dark unruly hair which framed his face and the most stunning blue eyes Jim had seen since he looked in the mirror this morning. They were Science Blue. And Jim kind of hated himself for having nothing more poetic than that to compare them to.
“Your name, is...”
“Castiel.”
“Castiel. Well, I guess you have to stay here until the very generous Ambassador is off the ship, then we’ll find you...somewhere to go.”
The thing looked at Jim with curiosity. “I am here for a purpose Captain, one defined by the Ambassador through his singular skill. I like to be useful.”
Jim reached round to scratch at the back of his neck. “I understand that Castiel, but while Starfleet doesn’t permit me to take the Ambassador to task over his brain searches and pimping of....whatever you think you are...it also doesn’t permit me to indulge in his very generous offerings.”
“You are tired. I can help you.”
Castiel walked towards him,managing to look somehow stately despite wearing nothing more than a kind of loincloth and a metal band about the neck. Jim held out his hands but found them quickly full of So Called Angel as Castiel refused to stop. Pushed up against the wall Jim tried to force him back but felt his strength come to nothing against the solid form. “Castiel I don’t consent to this, do you know what that means?”
Castiel nodded. “I know what it means. But believe me Captain, when I say I also know that you do consent.”
“Because you can read my thoughts, I know, but you forget Cas, we can’t always have what we want.” Jim stared into his eyes and saw something flicker there, some discomfort. “What is it?”
Kirk/Castiel : power issues and offering
It was pretty to look at, there was no question. Pale skin, dark unruly hair which framed his face and the most stunning blue eyes Jim had seen since he looked in the mirror this morning. They were Science Blue. And Jim kind of hated himself for having nothing more poetic than that to compare them to.
“Your name, is...”
“Castiel.”
“Castiel. Well, I guess you have to stay here until the very generous Ambassador is off the ship, then we’ll find you...somewhere to go.”
The thing looked at Jim with curiosity. “I am here for a purpose Captain, one defined by the Ambassador through his singular skill. I like to be useful.”
Jim reached round to scratch at the back of his neck. “I understand that Castiel, but while Starfleet doesn’t permit me to take the Ambassador to task over his brain searches and pimping of....whatever you think you are...it also doesn’t permit me to indulge in his very generous offerings.”
“You are tired. I can help you.”
Castiel walked towards him,managing to look somehow stately despite wearing nothing more than a kind of loincloth and a metal band about the neck. Jim held out his hands but found them quickly full of So Called Angel as Castiel refused to stop. Pushed up against the wall Jim tried to force him back but felt his strength come to nothing against the solid form. “Castiel I don’t consent to this, do you know what that means?”
Castiel nodded. “I know what it means. But believe me Captain, when I say I also know that you do consent.”
“Because you can read my thoughts, I know, but you forget Cas, we can’t always have what we want.” Jim stared into his eyes and saw something flicker there, some discomfort. “What is it?”
“Nothing Captain. May we continue?”