Notes; This was inspired by the song 'Evil Twin' by Viva La Union, aka John Cho's band.

Disclaimer; I do not own Star Trek.

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Sulu bit the inside of his cheek and stared pointedly at the console in front of him. Beside him, Chekov was pouting, fingers flying over the keys of his station. The Enterprise had just exited some sort of magnetic field and the computers were being fritzy; which meant navigation had gone off-line and they were floating aimlessly. The Captain was biting out 'Is it fixed yet?' every other minute and that pout was soon being chewed on by white teeth and it took all of Sulu's will power to not stare.

He balled his hands into fists, closing eyes and reciting the mantra that he had repeating for the past month; 'He is a goddamned kid, you pervert.' Four years age difference was not a big deal for Sulu, usually, but when the person you were fantasizing about could not even legally buy porn, it was a big fucking deal. Yes, he had, to put it in the most basic terms, a crush on Pavel Chekov. The adorable pouts, the expressive eyes, the untameable curls, all of appearance; Sulu wanted it all. But it was not just the Ensign's looks that would make the pilot hot and bothered; he was interesting. Chekov was enthusiastic about everything, always wanting to learn. It was hard to stay upset around the Russian; his thousand-watts smiles were contagious and within ten minutes of coming in contact with him, Sulu could be doubled over laughing.

Sulu hated Chekov. He hated him because no one else could give him butterflies like he was a high school girl. He hated him because he would stop literally stop thinking at the most casual of touches. Sulu hated Chekov because he loved him and there was not a damned thing he could do.

It was only after his shift, late at night, could Sulu act on his wants. Fantasize about pushing the Ensign against a wall, claiming his mouth and mapping out every inch of his body with his tongue. He could imagine the noises Chekov would make; the whimpers, the mewls, the gasps, and frantic words that were a mix of Russian and English and complete and udder jibberish. Sulu would tease him until Chekov- always Pavel in his fantasies- would be begging and only after that would he take him. The image of those pouting lips parted and eyes half closed in lust were enough to send Sulu over the edge and would come in his hand crying out his not-lover's name.

Of course, Sulu did not dream of actually accomplishing any of these ideas. Chekov was barely seventeen, still fresh faced from the Academy. Not only was it illegal, Sulu was pretty sure he would be breaking regulations by fraternizing with a fellow officer, and he knew more than half the crew would kill him if he some how ever ended up hurting the Russian.

He would risk it all for one night with Chekov, but he would not allow it. Even if some how Chekov felt the same way Sulu did, and Lord Sulu wished he did, he would not allow Chekov to risk his future in Starfleet and his innocence for someone as perverted as Hikaru Sulu. Chekov deserved someone as amazingly perfect as himself, and Sulu came no where close to that.

So, Sulu would sit in his pilot's chair, daydreaming about trailing butterfly kisses down the navigators chest because he was in love the forbidden fruit.

And he was perfectly fine with that if it meant he could spend one more day with Pavel Chekov.