I've finally overcome my fear of writing Chekov/Sulu fic. And I did it with porn.

Yeah, I don't even knows what that means, really. However, I'm stupidly happy with how it came out so I'm going to burn all your eyes with it.

Title: In closed spaces
Author: eonism
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm just here for the lulz.
Characters/Pairings: Chekov/Sulu (Star Trek XI)
Word Count: 551
Author's notes: Requested by/written for firestormroses.
Summary: Sometimes it’s good, just like this. Between shifts in their quarters, in those twilight hours between Hikaru’s coming and Pavel’s going, marked only by the computer’s tracking of the liquid passage of time in deep space.

( Whatever happens next, this, at least, will be enough. )

Burn damn you. Burn.

This is my Chekov/Sulu icon. I felt it was appropriate, because after spending the afternoon writing about Noam and Elliot's gentle courtly love, I decided to go wander off for some fanfic. And I just read the greatest story that has ever been written in the history of fandom.

Chekov and Sulu Go to White Castle by withthepilot, Chekov/Sulu, Kirk/McCoy, NC17
Sulu wakes up in the middle of nowhere, a.k.a. a seedy motel in New Jersey, in the year 2009. But that's not the only thing that's changed since yesterday.

It's crack. It's porn. It's Harold and Kumar meets Star Trek. It's the greatest thing I've ever seen. It also reminds me, holy shit, I have so much fanfiction to write.

( An itemized list of fic. )