The BLTS Archive - Ship Tales:
Private Treat
by Dale (valioffire@yahoo.com)

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Beta: Charlene

Disclaimer: Others own Star Trek. My only profit is fun.

Acknowledgement: Although this story is complete by itself,
it is a follow up to the short story, "Privately Hidden."
That story  is  in the ASCEM Archive, as well as the K/S Archive
and BLTS Archive.

This story was inspired by Brent Lynch's artwork: "Cigar
Bar." And by Acidqueen, who comes up with cool suggestions
for stories --an explanation follows the story. After all,
why spoil an intended treat?

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With the doors and windows of the saloon wide open, fog
drifted inside. The misty steam only rose a few feet but
stale smoke filled the air where the haze left off. Jim Kirk
peered around the crowded room taking note of its offerings.
A galactic bar can be a strange, yet intriguing, place to an
Iowa grown Terran. Yet, viewing the room, a part of him grew
nostalgic for the recognizable nuances of his own planet's
past.

The aging wood furnishings and earth style décor, circa
early1900's, was a striking contrast to the room's odd mix
of customers. At a quick glance, their faces showed the
heritage of various planets; some Federation, some not. He
was surprised to see that many were dressed in celebration
of Terra's Halloween.

Music blared from an antique jukebox, adding to the
festivities. If the aliens among them thought the tunes were
strange they didn't show it. A variety of patrons twirled on
a nearby dance floor; and a few were singing to the lyrics.

A bar maid started to saunter by Jim with a half-full tray
of glasses, but hesitated long enough to look him up and
down in appreciation, then winked. He knew his dark tights
didn't leave much to the imagination, but he grinned without
being self conscious of the public display. She smiled and
leaned close enough for an elbow to graze against his arm,
causing the billowing sleeve of his cream colored shirt to
flap back in response. As she walked away, Kirk softly
whistled his own appreciation of the over exaggerated sway
of her hips.

Finally taking his attention from her rear, he regained his
concentration, and scanned the long bar that graced the far
wall. Only a few patrons were seated on the bar stools. When
the music temporarily stopped, Jim tried to see around a
sudden spattering of moving beings. A few moments later, his
eyes settled on a single soul perched on the far left seat.

Grooming himself for an introduction, he unbuttoned his
shirt below already excited nipples, and peeled the wide
lapel back to allow full view of his smooth, well muscled
chest. The faint odor of scented oil drifted upwards from
glistening skin he had pampered in preparation. A mesmerized
Andorian started to slide a hand around Kirk's tempting hip,
but the Human quickly maneuvered out of his reach and
continued to seek his prey.

Jim Kirk's breath caught, and his anticipating body shivered
with excitement, when his view was fully clear enough to
assure him of his find. The loner at the bar was the target
he had been seeking.

He stopped to admire the eloquent impression of his quarry,
who was wearing a dark grey hat that almost covered a
tapered tipped ear. Almost. The wide brim fedora was
slightly ducked leaving the right side of the aliens face in
a hint of shadow that hid his eyes. Kirk's full view of the
neck revealed blackish-blue hair thinned in a short style
that was popular with Starfleet personnel. A small slice of
a white collar stood out noticeably as it peeked above the
Vulcan's suit –it added a taste of sophistication.

The dark suit displayed midnight blue highlights where it
was touched by a scattering of dim light. The outfit fitted
the trim figure elegantly, creating a magnificent view. Kirk
wasn't sure which was flattered more, the ensemble or the
body.

The Vulcan's broad shoulders left a sense of aloofness in
their structure; or perhaps that effect was achieved by the
cigar displayed nonchalantly in his uplifted right hand.
Smoke rose from its tip and dissipated like a sensual
fleeing ghost. On the being's left side, a strong arm was
stretched casually along the ledge of the wooden bar. A
martini glass was held lightly in his hand, where a nearby
sifter glistened with beads of moisture half way up its
metal casing.

Strolling slowly through the crowed room Kirk's eyes hardly
wandered from the strong back that drew him to this
masterpiece. Interrupted by a swaggering couple who stumbled
into his path, Kirk snaked around them and continued the
journey without acknowledging their drunken words. Then the
atmosphere of the bar intrusively distracted his thoughts.
When he had first entered the bar, smells assaulted his
senses; heavy smoke combined with the sea fed fog, mixed
unruly with the pungent odors of stale liquor and various
body odors. Now a refreshing whiff of perfume fleetingly
tantalized him, but his mind regained its course, and he
moved forward.

It was a determined Jim Kirk who halted a few inches from
the loner patron, then leaned his face into the Vulcan's
personal space. Without a word he nuzzled his nose against
the side of his captive's long strong one and pecked a
gentle kiss on the lightly green cheek. The Vulcan remained
unmoving, seemingly ignoring an on slant of caresses as Jim
used his nose, lips, and eyelashes, to greet the warm skin
with tantalizing motions.

Soft murmurs of need were whispered for the benefit of
Vulcan hearing alone, but only when Jim's tongue roamed
against the thin lips did his prey acknowledge with a quiet
moan.

"My Spock," Jim muttered. "You look magnificent."

Suddenly, in a ravishing moment, Vulcan lips claimed
entrance to his captor's mouth and a demanding textured
tongue seized Jim's, sucking greedily. Shared moisture was
swiftly swallowed and after several moments, reluctantly,
Jim drew his mouth away. Resting his forehead against the
edge of Spock's eyebrows, he listened to their equally
panting breath. Time became uncountable as they waited while
savoring the closeness.

Without the captain noticing it, the Vulcan had turned
sidewise sometime during their encounter, so that Jim was
now leaning against his chest in an embrace. Jim
straightened, catching the brim of Spock's hat and placing
it possessively on his own head. Smiling down at the
welcoming dark eyes he kissed each of the slanted eyebrows
and slid his lips to nibble on the tip of an elfish left
ear.

"Jim," Spock murmured huskily. "If you continue to treat me
in such a manner, we will be asked to leave this
establishment."

"In this place?" Kirk chuckled and lifted his head to meet
the fascinating chestnut eyes. Taking a brief glance around
him, he gestured toward the room's patrons, then returned
his attention to his mate. "Spock, this crowd would love it
if I ravished you right here on the bar. They would think it
was part of the entertainment."

Spock smiled slightly. "It would be my pleasure to test your
theory but I have other plans tonight." He lifted his arm
from behind Jim and softly tapped the end of his cigar with
the pad of his long thin index finger. Ashes drifted deftly
to the floor.

To Jim Kirk's continued amazement, the Vulcan placed the
cigar in his mouth and smoked it casually. The captain had
mildly tasted the tobacco during their kisses and had
assumed Spock had taken small puffs to keep it lit while
waiting. But now, Spock inhaled deep and seemed to enjoy
releasing the smoke through pursed lips.

"What are you doing?"

One slanted eyebrow rose in expression. "It is called
smoking."

Kirk couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes. "Yes, I
realize that. But you hate smoking. In fact when we were on
the gangster planet, you made it clear to me afterwards that
you hadn't approved of our cigar smoking during that
mission."

"Indeed. However, that did not mean I am entirely opposed to
it. As you pointed out, sometimes it is acceptable to be a
little naughty."

Jim Kirk's face muscles protested from the overwhelming
smile that admission had caused. "I like it when you talk
dirty," he whispered and bent to again kiss the tantalizing
ear.

Spock turned his head instead and forced their lips to meet.
This time Kirk received a strong taste tobacco. As strange
as it was, he found the thought of Spock being naughty and
belligerent to his nature, sexy, and savored the gritty
taste. He pulled back and suggested they start looking for a
room. "Scotty says there are rooms available at the Swelton
Inn. It's not a very classy place, but it has a bed."

This time it was Spock who rolled his eyes upward, but it
wasn't out of exasperation, it was a gesture of direction.
"I purchased a room prior to our arrival, Captain."

"How? We didn't decide on this place until last night."

"I did not wish to spoil the surprise. When we separated to
procure our costumes, I checked out the room to insure it
was acceptable. I had booked it eleven days ago when Admiral
Trails sent the assignment that would put us in this
sector." Spock's hand roamed possessively around Jim's thigh
and stopped just short of squeezing a cheek.

"After all, it was not difficult to surmise that you would
take advantage of this colony's pleasure on your favorite
party night of the year."

"Who said Halloween was my favorite?"

"You behave like a little boy every year at this time. The
excitement in your eyes is unmistakable." Spock took another
tug on his cigar and admired Kirk as he blew the smoke away.
His dark chestnut gaze roamed hungrily over his captain's
body. He noticed the looped earrings and a smile teased his
austere lips. "You dressed as a heathen again. It is most
becoming when you acknowledge that you are uncivilized."

"Nope, this year I'm a free spirit," Jim chuckled and
planted a kiss on Spock's forehead.

"Indeed. The term suits you." Spock's eyes roamed the chest
that was a mere three point two inches from him and the
twitch of his lips showed he wanted to nibble. With a
noticeable sigh, he allowed his free hand to continue
caressing the smooth thigh. "Although the tights cover more
territory then last years shorts, they are incredibly sexy."

"I keep thinking about last year," Jim's tone deepened with
lust. "If Halloween wasn't my favorite before, that night
would certainly have caused it to become just that. And we
only spent twenty minutes at the bash."

"Yes, twenty-two minutes and five seconds. I am afraid the
crew thought we did not like their celebration."

"I doubt they cared after drinking that stuff Bones and
Scotty made. But there was no way I was going to stay there
and drink when I had a key to find."

The sparkle in Spock's eyes rewarded Jim's remark. He knew
his mate was sharing the memory of that wonderful key
attached to a set of anal beads. Who said Vulcans lacked
imagination? He fondly remembered how Spock had worn a
uniform to the party but before going had revealed his
‘costume.' It had consisted of only a mini lock hanging from
the foreskin of his penis. The tiny pumpkin painted on it
was nothing compared to where he had put the key to that
lock.

"Jim?"

"Hmmm...?" He vaguely heard the voice but was entranced with
the memory of Spock's face lost in ecstasy while his hand
had massaged and gallantly retrieved that key. Oh, the
sounds his lover had made...

"Jim?"

"Hmmm...?" He forced himself to answer, shaking off the
reverie.

"Do you want to go to the room now? You seem to be in...
need."

Kirk watched the delighted dark orbs that lowered to the
bulge in his tights. His shirt had lifted slightly during
their initial close embrace, and allowed Spock a full view.
When the Vulcan again met his eyes they shown with silent
laughter. Jim felt the warmth of a blush and was astonished
by his own shy reaction. Spock was the only being in the
universe that could affect him so deeply.

"I need you," he whispered while lightly caressing the warm
face with his finger tips.

Standing slowly, Spock reached for a nearby ash tray and put
the cigar out. Then he quickly drained the glass of martini.
Jim didn't say a word, but raised his eyebrows as a
question.

"The refreshment was part of my costume," Spock explained.

"Oh, although, you do seem a little over-dressed. But
there's pleasure in the anticipation of peeling these layers
off." Jim looked thoughtful, and then whispered, "I must
admit that I enjoyed last year's props a bit more."

"The night is not yet over," Spock promised huskily.

"Does that mean there are more props?" Jim eyes gleamed. "Do
I get to play trick or treat again?" Sliding closer he
allowed his still swollen groin to rub against the Vulcan's
stiffening cock.

Spock's eyes widened. "I am eager to please you."

* * * * *

Once they stepped into the suite, Spock strolled casually
across the room and stopped near a small bar that looked
fully stocked. With profound interest, he pulled his hands
casually behind his back and watched Jim's reaction to their
surroundings. The wide hazel eyes were full of an excitement
that was gratifying to see. Watching his captain pacing
around the suite, he felt his own need grow as he fixated on
the dark tights that caressed Jim's strong muscled legs.

"Incredible, seems like an insufficient word," Jim offered
with obvious delight.

"I agree," Spock acknowledged but his eyes were still on
Jim's legs.

Noticing the direction of his friends gaze, Jim laughed
softly, and removed the hat he had taken from Spock earlier.
Placing it on the bar top, he then continued to admire the
suite. The decor matched the theme of the downstairs bar and
Kirk admired the antique looking furniture, and 1900's
paintings. He suddenly turned to Spock, perplexed. "Where's
the bed?"

Spock walked to what the captain had thought was a restroom
door. It opened to a smaller but equally extravagant room,
and he gestured for Jim to enter.

"The facilities are through there." Spock pointed to another
door in the bedroom. "You'll find a large tub we can
comfortably use together."

"Sounds intriguing." Jim looked forlornly at the bed. It was
large and inviting.  "Lovely. Ready to turn in?"

Pulling Jim into an embrace, Spock fondled the rounded
cheeks that were even firmer in the tights. "I have wanted
to do that ever since you entered the bar."

"Please continue," Jim teased, rubbing their groins snug
against each other.

"Later," Spock promised with a sigh, and pulled Jim back
toward the main room. "I have a gift for you."

"What? Are you crazy? I need you –you need me, now!" Jim's
tone pleaded as he tried to pull Spock back to the bed.

Vulcan strength and determination won the small struggle and
Jim soon found himself sitting on a tall padded stool
watching his companion move around behind the bar. When a
small gift-wrapped box was placed on the bar top, Jim
quipped, "Spock, it's not customary to give gifts at
Halloween."

Spock was pouring them drinks, but nodded in agreement. "I
will explain shortly." He handed Jim a whiskey and took a
sip from his L'taja juice. It was a rare Vulcan wine that,
along with the gift, Spock had prearranged to have beamed
from the ship when he had checked in on their reservation.

He slid on top of the other stool and rested their knees
together. Noticing Jim's eyes drift to the present, Spock
smiled softly, and reached for the others hand while they
sipped their drinks.

"I feel out of place," Jim unexpectedly remarked.

"Why, because you did not have a gift for me? There is no
need. I plan on sharing this one with you."

"Interesting, but that's not what I meant. It's my costume."

"I have no complaint over your choice," sparkling eyes were
a testament to Spock's assurance. "I was as captivated as
the rest of the bars' patrons."

"But you fit the decor perfectly," Jim remarked while
admiring his mate in the exquisite suit. "I should have
considered where we were meeting before choosing this
outfit. It would have been fun to share your idea."

"Hardly," Spock said louder than he had intended. "Being a
free spirit is a logical choice for you."

Jim chuckled, "Halloween isn't supposed to be logical. It's
for fun."

"Indeed." Spock's eyes roamed the present setting on the bar
between their drinks. "That is why I brought you that gift."

Reaching for the box, Jim admired the package. It was dark
orange with small ghosts, goblins, and witches scattered on
it. "Cute wrapping."

Spock merely raised an eyebrow and waited patiently for the
present to be opened. Jim grinned in understanding and tore
at the covering.

"I should ask if this is breakable before I get carried
away," he said while ripping the paper.

"It is valuable," was Spock's only response.

Returning to his task, Jim chuckled over his own excitement.
"I guess when it comes to holidays, I am a little boy."

"Do not despair, Captain. That is a secret I will not share
with your crew."

Jim knew he was being teased and grinned wickedly, "You said
this was for both of us. You open the box."

"No," Spock declined. "I find an excitement in waiting for
your reaction."


With a playful wink, Jim pulled last of the paper away. He
couldn't imagine what his mate was up to. Spock hadn't been
raised in an environment where gift giving was encouraged.
It was considered too emotional. That made a gift from him
very special. Jim laid the wrapping aside and held a white
box in one hand. Spock had said it was valuable so he took
great care when he lifted the lid and parted the crisp white
paper surrounding his present. With a stunned gasp, he bit
his lip to avoid showing Spock his astonishment.

Looking at the hunk of chocolate Kirk realized his earlier
assumption had been wrong; not someone, but something
besides Spock, could make him blush. He felt a deep heat
burn his face. The box held a hunk of milk chocolate which
stood about three inches high and was oval in shape. The
reddish brown smooth surface rose like a tower then gave way
to puckered ribs on the top that indented inward with a
slight slope. In the center, where all the lines merged, was
a small crack.

Baffled, Kirk cleared his throat and hesitated to meet his
lover's eyes. "I'm holding an anus, Spock." He fleetingly
wondered if his companion was aware of what it was supposed
to be. "It's a chocolate anus."

"Yes, Jim. To be more precise, it is a chocolate confection
that is molded into the form of a Humanoid anus. I suggest
you leave it in the box until it will be eaten. Chocolate
that refined will start to melt within two seconds of
touching your hand."

"My Vulcan gave me a ..." Jim murmured, staring at his gift.

"You sound as if you are insulted. I assure you that was not
my intention."

"No," Jim shook his head slowly and made himself look away
from the treat and smile reassuringly at his companion.
"Startled. That's all. But I'm not sure why I am considering
what you pulled last year." Then he realized why Spock had
did this. Memories of exploring that glorious body while
playing with anal beads filled his senses, and he burst out
in laughter that soon became uncontrollable.

"The key," Jim muttered when he was finally able to catch
his breath. The moment of calm didn't last and he started
laughing anew at a vision of his Vulcan purchasing such a
thing. "You're teasing me over the key. Did you have it
molded into this thing?"

Spock stood up and stoutly laid clinched hands behind his
back waiting for Jim to regain control.

Still shaking with glee, Jim sat the treat on the bar and
faced his bewildered mate. "That's precious." He wiped tears
from his eyes and reached for Spock, pulling him into an
embrace. "Thank you, love."

Lifting Jim's chin so their eyes could lock, Spock stared
curiously at him. "Am I to believe that you do like the
gift? I was not sure."

"Of course, I like it. That's...wonderful." Jim pointed at
the chocolate hunk and stopped another bout of laughter. "I
know you have a surprising sense of humor at times, but this
is beyond anything I could imagine you would do. I'd love to
seen the candy makers face when you ordered it."

"It was made aboard the Enterprise. Antione was delighted to
invent a mold."

"Our Antione? Our head cook?" Jim laughed again and
sputtered, "Knowing him he's now bargaining the creative
rights with three different planets."

Spock took a step back. "Jim, I did not mean this as a joke.
I would appreciate it if you would take this more
seriously."

The Vulcan's stern tone seeped into Jim's jubilant thoughts.
He watched Spock hesitantly for any sign of teasing. There
wasn't anything. "Explain," he said instantly somber.

"I arranged for the chocolate as a... prelude to a sexual
escapade."

Jim was puzzled, "It worked. I'm anticipating a great time."
His eyes lit up more, "Was I right over the key? You said
there were more props. Is your lock attached?"

Spock almost sighed, "There is no key. The chocolate is the
prop."

Jim took a swig of his whiskey and sat the glass back down.
"You can't exactly...well..." he hesitated then pulled Spock
close again. "Please tell me you don't want to have sex with
a chocolate anus. Wow, those are words I never thought I
would say," Kirk murmured.

"Indeed." Spock caressed Jim's cheek and smiled lightly. "I
am not as naive as you occasionally treat me. That was not
what I intended."

"Then I..."

Kissing his Human's lips, Spock grabbed Jim's arms and
pulled him tighter. The kiss was long and sensuous, leaving
Jim panting for air. "I will show you what the present was
made for," Spock's voice sounded gravely with passion. 

He handed Jim his gift, then refilled their drinks and
carried the glasses into the bedroom. Setting them on the
nightstand, he took the box from his mate, placing it beside
the drinks.

"More props?" Jim teased.

"Indeed." Reaching into a drawer of the nightstand, Spock
pulled out a pack of cigars and a lighter, sitting them
beside the other items.

"Don't tell me you're going to smoke in bed."

"Perhaps later. For now I believe you said something about
peeling my layers?"

Jim grinned and moved into the waiting strong arms. The
huskier tone to Spock's voice had created a more sensual
mood. "I do like your costume, Spock. When I first saw you
in the bar, you stole my breath. Terran suits become you."
He removed Spock's suit jacket and carefully laid it on the
back of a nearby overstuffed chair. The thin black tie came
off next. Wrapping it around the back of Spock's neck he
used it to pull his love in for another long kiss.

The rest of the peeling was sensually slow and both of them
were becoming aroused by the time Jim was working on the
last of the outfit; Spock's briefs. He went on his knees to
lower them and devilishly played with the soft olive green
skin that was stretched tight over the wanting cock. His
tongue teased at the two ridges and when he took the head
unto his mouth and sucked hard, his fingers felt the first
stirrings of Spock's frals stirring beneath the surface. He
kissed the spot and promised the towering cock, "Later, my
pet."

Rising, he savored the lustful heat in Spock's eyes.
Standing naked, Jim knew he was seeing a full Vulcan warrior
in the heat of passion. He shivered with arousal. "Are you
sure you don't have a hidden treat for me?" His voice begged
with desire.

"No," Spock whispered, embracing his human he felt Jim
suddenly go rigid. "Is something wrong?"

"I thought ...well you promised there was more to your
costume." Jim felt ridiculously childish, but the memories
of the previous years exploits had left him anticipating
more.

Spock's eyes smiled patiently, "Come, first I will undress
you."

Kirk's costume didn't take as long to remove but the
caresses, licks and suction, Spock granted his skin, left
his cock hard and needing more.

"Now," Spock's deepened voice promised, "I am ready to show
you what the chocolate is for." Squeezing Jim's hand he
instructed him to lay on the other side of the bed. "Just
watch," he whispered.

Instead of lying on the bed, Spock knelt beside it, leaning
his upper torso across the mattress, facing Jim. He looked
at his Human's dwindling penis and instructed, "Feel free to
stroke yourself whenever you desire. It will encourage me."

Spock reached for the whiskey, "First, I want you to sip
this so the flavor is in your mouth."

Without asking questions Jim did as he was told, then handed
the glass back, still half full. Spock had watched him
swallow, and Jim could tell by the desire in his eyes that
he had envisioned his penis feeling that savoring swallow.
Now Jim watched his mate drink the wine. Spock's eyes locked
with his as he sipped the rare liquid. Chestnut orbs dilated
slightly and Jim felt the heat of his passion. The glass was
slowly laid aside and the box set on the bed.

"Many claim that the anus is the most sensual part of the
body." Spock removed the chocolate hunk from the box along
with the small platter it sat on. He dropped the box on the
floor next to the nightstand and returned his attention to
his lover. Continuing the conversation as though they hadn't
paused, he explained, "And chocolate is made with
ingredients that contain aphrodisiac properties. I think it
is appropriate that the two are put together."

Jim smiled lovingly. He didn't know what Spock had planned
but he was enjoying this moment. His mate's voice was
mesmerizing with its deep lustfulness. He reached for his
almost limp penis and tugged at it gently while continuing
to listen. Jim had been so surprised over the gift that he
hadn't noticed the circle of small chocolate pieces that
surrounded the chocolate anus's base.

Fingering one of the disks, Spock reached toward Jim and
placed it on his tongue. "Do not suck or chew it, T'hy'la.
Allow it to melt naturally. Savor its taste on your tongue."

Losing himself again in Spock's eyes, Jim watched as the
Vulcan leaned toward the chocolate anus and slowly slid the
tip of his tongue around the upper lip. They swallowed
simultaneously. The flavor, mixed with the liquor, was
exquisite.

"Imagine this is your body, Jim," Spock whispered sensually.
"I want you to see what I enjoy doing to you."

Again, Spock gently rimmed the tip of the chocolate tower.
He added a purring moan that Jim felt in his groin. Jim
licked his lips and watched in fascination as Spock
continued to rim the chocolate. Moments later the Vulcan
lifted his head and again reached for a disk from the
platter. Before placing it on Jim's tongue he allowed his
Human to suck his finger lovingly. It tantalized both of
them.

During the next rimming, Spock slowly slid his tongue down
one side of the ribbed entrance and teased at the crack.

Jim whimpered with desire, knowing what that felt like.
"Spock," he whispered with longing.

Sharing the moment, Spock watched Jim's hand wrap tight
around his hardening cock, and it made his own penis twitch
in need. He pressed his groin against the mattress and drew
a deep breath at the pleasure it caused. Slowly, he returned
to rimming the confection. When he relished the ribbed inner
circle, he locked visual contact with Jim, and loudly
swallowed the tasty treat.

"I want you," Jim begged softly, a fingertip pressing gently
at his own entrance.

Spock reached behind him and took a small bottle from the
drawer tossing it to his companion. "Ready yourself,
T'hy'la."

With a nod of understanding, Jim poured the oil into the
palm of his hand and rubbed his genitals, allowing plenty of
the moisture to surround his anus. He continued to rub
gently when Spock returned to the treat. Watching his mate's
tongue explore the mold with abandonment, Jim's body began
to squirm. He noticed Spock's thrusts against the bed had
also increased in rhythm.

Waiting for Spock to catch his eyes, he slid his forefinger
against his spinster muscle and pushed it past the first
knuckle. They both hissed with pleasure. Jim fixated on the
perspiration surrounding Spock's lips, and slowly rimmed his
own for distraction.

A groan escaped from deep in Spock's throat as he watched
what Jim was doing. When his mate swallowed the next
chocolate disk, Jim's tongue again emerged to slather at the
sticky moisture on his lips. With a growl, Spock crawled
further onto the bed, bringing the treat with him. His cock
ached with hunger for Jim and he forced himself to focus on
the chocolate. This time his tongue went for the center,
diving and pushing against the crack.

Jim pumped his cock faster as he watched Spock's tongue
greedily stalk for more territory. To his surprise, Spock
broke through the crack and a cream erupted, filling the
small cuplike area. Jim slid a second finger inside himself
and groaned loudly as he hungered seeing Spock suck at the
cream as if he was famished.

The Vulcan's strong hips were grinding intently against the
bed. Jim grabbed the platter and leaning across the bed sat
it on the nightstand. In the same motion he pulled Spock
atop him, "Take me, damn it."

Without hesitating, Spock quickly positioned himself and
entered Jim as greedily as his tongue had savored the treat.
He shoved his lover's legs high and pressed deep. With
several hard pumps, he felt the beginning of fulfillment and
focused on Jim's eyes. The hazel pupils were dilated in
heated desire, moisture glistened on his flushed cheeks.
Jim's body started shoving hard in an upward thrust that
demanded fulfillment.

"More, Spock. Deeper..."

Pushing Jim's thighs even higher Spock pulled out and
repositioned himself to slide deeper into his mate. Jim had
cried out when he momentarily abandoned him but now rocked
with a renewed hunger that was at last being fed. Spock
crawled higher on his upper torso and their lips met
briefly, Jim licking the cream and chocolate from Spock's
face.

Another deep-seated groan shook through Spock's body, and
with a hard thrust, he released the first of his semen. His
mate spurted in Spock's fist and the feel of the thick warm
liquid caused three more excited thrusts from the Vulcan.
Breathing heavy, he emptied the last of his seed while Jim
again licked at the chocolate on his lover's lips. With
their energy suddenly drained, they collapsed side by side,
cradled in each others arms.

It was some time before Jim found his voice, "You give
Halloween a whole new meaning, Spock."

Smiling broadly, Spock brought his favorite treat to rest
against his chest. Turning his head he spotted the remaining
props on the nightstand and sighed contently. He wondered
what Jim would say to what he had in mind for the cigar.

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The End

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Blame this one on Birgit who posted this comment on ASCEM:

LOL for inspiration   http://www.edibleanus.com/ -
really! Someone write a story with it, please.

Birgit