Series: TOS
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Codes: K/C, mythology challenge
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Summary: A beautiful youth is abducted by a lecherous deity.

Disclaimer: Kirk and Chekov belong to the gods on Paramount, and may they have mercy on this poor mortal soul who is only coming here to worship.

This is an answer to a challenge issued in the beginning of 1999. The idea was to come up with a smutty crossover between Trek and the mythology of your choice. Better late than never.

Thanks to my betas.

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Pavel Chekov was being carried away. This was not unusual. He was being carried away by a giant eagle. This was very unusual.

The ground beneath him was receding at a frightening speed. He was an experienced spacefarer, but soaring away in this fashion, dangling in the air from a pair of huge claws, was something else entirely.

"Be still, young one," the eagle said in a golden, unearthly voice, and then Chekov knew he was dreaming. Suddenly the ascent, upward and upward along the slope of an impossibly high mountain, was an exhilarating experience. But when the eagle landed and set him down on a ledge, the fear returned. This dream was extremely vivid, and he was not looking forward to being torn into little morsels and fed to a couple of hungry giant eagle nestlings.

But there wasn't a nest within sight, nor indeed any nestlings. There was only a blinding flash of lightning and a deafening roar of thunder, and the giant eagle vanished. On the ledge of the mountain stood the most beautiful man Chekov had ever seen.

Chekov blinked a few times and realized that he had actually seen this man before -- he had just never noticed he was *this* beautiful. The well-muscled body, the broad shoulders, the perfect proportions. The lion eyes and the hair of molten gold. And the smile.

The golden smile made Chekov blink again. When the man spoke in a thunderous voice, Chekov knew that this was no man at all, but a god. And this is what the god said:

"Ganymede."

Chekov's mouth was very dry, but he heard himself answer:

"My Lord."

The god put down his shield that was shaped as a thundercloud. He walked a few steps towards the mortal -- the ledge was fairly big -- and smiled again, terrifying and beautiful. Chekov could barely endure the blinding brightness of him, and didn't dare to think about what the god wanted with him.

"You know me."

Chekov's legs threatened to fail him, but sheer will-power helped him to remain standing. "I know you, Lord of Light."

"Do you also know why you are here?" Benignly.

"No, my Lord."

The god moved again, slowly, as if the physical action amused him. As he approached the youth, the shimmer about him seemed to fade. When he was close enough to touch his finger lightly to the ensign's chin, his presence had become slightly less frightening and his voice much less thunderous, much more musical.

"You are here, young one, because my taste occasionally will require a beautiful mortal. Sometimes a woman, whom I will bless with an exceptional child; sometimes a youth like yourself, upon whom I will bestow the honor of pleasing me."

Slowly brushing the trembling ensign's brow with his divine lips, he asked: "Do you wish to please me, Ganymede?"

The young man nearly swooned. "More than anything."

Chekov had the distinct impression that his wishes were of very little consequence, but that it was fodder for the god's divine ego to hear his reaction. And the god was pleased with the answer, for he beamed at his chosen plaything and announced: "I shall take you to my palace on the top of the mountain, where we shall experience the pleasures of the flesh in more ways than you have ever imagined. But first -- "

He wrapped his arms around Chekov, careful not to crush him with his supernatural strength. "First -- I shall simply take you. And this I will do right here."

One divine hand moved up Chekov's neck and grabbed his thick brown hair, not hard enough to cause pain, but Chekov gasped anyway and then the god's lips were upon his. The kiss tasted like honey and warmed his soul like sunlight, and it set his body on fire.

Chekov's legs weakened then, but this suited the god's intentions. Next he knew, he was lying down on the ledge, and his abductor was on top of him, pressing him down into the soft grass. He felt the phallus of the thunder god against his own human erection, and hot, divine breath tickled his neck. Chekov had never been so aroused in his life.

Another flash of lightning, and they were naked; divine powers were useful, Chekov noted. Electric fingers were running all over his chest, making his skin tingle and his heartbeat quicken.

"Oh, yes", murmured the god. "I will play you as I would an instrument, and you will tremble and resonance and sing under my hands. We shall make some beautiful music, you and I."

A godly tongue started to send electric currents through the ensign's hard nipples and then strong, impatient hands grabbed his backside. His hips were raised in the air and for the fraction of a moment he wondered if the divine being's phallus would burn him to death or perhaps electrocute him, but when it entered him -- ever so slowly, after all, they had the eternity -- he could not think or wonder about anything anymore. He was all surrender, all acceptance, all adoration under his divine lover.

Oblivious of the universe, Chekov came and came and groaned into the pillow and then he was awake and his bunk was a total mess.

Whew, what a dream! He threw his pajamas and the sheets into the recycler, freshened up, dressed, and was off for breakfast, where he had salt in his tea and sugar on his egg and hardly noticed.

Still distracted, he stepped into the turbolift and hollered "Bridge" right in the face of captain Kirk.

"Then we're going the same way," commented the amused captain, while the turbolift went upward and upward and the ensign felt smaller and smaller, overwhelmed by shyness and the feeling of deja vu.

"Yes, my -- yes, sir. Good morning, sir."

Kirk couldn't understand why the young ensign was blushing, but decided to try a little small talk to perhaps make him more at ease. "Have you had any time to study that old book about Greek mythology I showed you?"

"Yes, sir!" Chekov sounded like he just had a revelation. "As a matter of fact, I was reading it last night."

Kirk smiled warmly at the young man's enthusiasm, just as the doors opened. "I've always sort of thought of you as Ganymede."

Chekov drew a deep breath and followed the captain, trying not to stare at those broad shoulders.

It was going to be a long, hard day on the bridge.

The End (?)