The BLTS Archive- Where No Man Has Gone Before
#1: The Black Rhino's Horn
by Istannor (Istannor@aol.com)

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These are the characters of paramount and Viacom, they own them I only
check 'em out from the library. I promise to bring 'em back.
archiving okay just leave me attached.

Copyright 1998 Stardust Memories Vol 2

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Kirk ordered another beer. He looked around slowly scanning each
quadrant of the room. His eyes came to rest on a Deltan female who
felt his gaze and looked up to return it with hooded eyes and a slight
jutting of one shoulder forward. Yes she would be the one, for now.
She would be the one to touch him and return to him a taste of his
humanity. He needed to be touched, desperately to come back from where
he had banished himself. She would do. He waited and she smiled
slightly in invitation bringing him up out of his seat to walk slowly
over to her. He could feel the eyes on him. Today he would revel in
it. He allowed his muscles to flow and his walk changed to say, wait I
may pick you next. Now this one is who I pick. The Deltan allowed just
a hint of her scent loose in the room. Kirk allowed himself to react
to it. It gave him pleasure to walk across the floor with an erection.
He tasted the responses as the onlookers noted and absorbed it all. 
Perhaps she would be enough, but he doubted it. Today he needed 
everything.

Spock had not been on the planet. All the leave personnel had beamed
down already, and even though the Vulcan had leave coming, he had
chosen not to take it. He did not wish to participate in the rounds
that the humans usually made of the Bordellos and nightclubs all
illogically resulting in them returning ill and drunk to the ship. He
considered it a most irrational way to spend relaxation time. He
experienced a momentary twinge of an emotion he would have described
as guilt, if he would have admitted to having emotions. His subdued
and distant Captain, his secretly admitted friend had beamed down to
the planet alone for his leave. Dr. Piper had been ill and unable to
accompany him and the rest of the Crew was too intimidated by him to
even offer their company.

Kirk usually was in the company of Lee Kelso and Gary Mitchell on his
shoreleaves. He was usually surrounded by two humans he trusted and
laughed with. Both were now dead. Gary Mitchell had used a power cable
to strangle Kelso with his newly acquired esper powers. James Kirk had
killed Gary Mitchell with a laser rifle and a fifty ton rock. They had
been his two best friends and they were both dead. Spock did not feel
that he would be an adequate substitute. He therefore did not offer.
He stood and watched a very quiet, very young Captain beam down to the
Surface of Wrigley's pleasure planet alone. Kirk's face would have
made a Vulcan proud.

Spock sat in his science lab and tried to concentrate on his ongoing
experiments. Unfortunately they did not suffice. His mind continued to
wander to the face of his Captain, alone on that transporter pad. The
Human had touched a part of him that he would prefer to never admit
existed. He felt for the Human. He felt concern, admiration and
another much more poorly defined emotion he did not feel comfortable
contemplating.

Spock thought about the last two weeks since Mitchell's death. Gary,
Lee and the Ship's psychiatrist had both been lost on Delta Vega. The
Enterprise had attempted to pierce the wall that surrounded the
galaxy. Nine crew members had been killed outright, but Gary and Dr.
Dana had both been transformed into something that became more and
more powerful and power mad until they had finally had to be killed.
Kirk had tracked down his best friend alone, with nothing but a phaser
rifle and killed him. The human had not said a single word that was
not related to performing his duty since he had beamed back aboard the
Ship afterwards. The one exception was when he took Spock aside to
tell the now acting First Officer that he had been right.

'Spock always tell me what you think. I value that. I require that
from you.' Then Kirk had left and they had not spoken again.

Spock had approached Doctor Piper regarding the human's state of mind
later. The doctor had told him only time would tell.

Finally two hours into his experiment he gave up with a sigh. The
Human's face was a disturbing distraction. It was interfering with the
efficiency of his work. Perhaps if he reassured himself that the Human
was recovering from his traumas he could return successfully to his
work. He changed into an off-duty tunic and trousers and made his way
to the transporter room. Using the link on the communicator he located
the Captain's location and arranged for a beam down to a nearby
commercial pad.

The pad was located in an eclectic area of Wrigley's. The buildings
were close with hidden entrances and signs hanging out that blinked
garishly the tale of what races or preferences they catered to. The
area seemed to have an unusual number of private clubs also and
members only signs. Spock had never been to this neighborhood in
memory. He had not even been aware that it existed. Regardless he had
a purpose, it was time to get to it. He would  ascertain the
well-being of the human and than he would return to the ship. He
followed his coordinates down the street until he came to his
destination. 'The Black Rhino's Horn', the sign read. It was a most
cryptic moniker to the Vulcan. The Vulcan took a deep breath,
straightened his tunic, and stepped forward.

He entered to find that the interior was lit at a twilight level with
hanging vines and sounds of jungle birds and rustling in the anteroom.
A Deltan male stood clothed only in body paint and one leaf, placed
strategically over his genitalia. He approached Spock. 'Sir may I
welcome you to the Black Rhino's Horn. We ask that you respect the
wishes of any patron as to their choices for the evening. We accept
Federation credits or verifiable chits only. Would you like an escort
for this evening or would you prefer to be unattached?'

'I would prefer to be unattached thank-you.'

'Very well sir, if you will accompany me?' The Deltan allowed the
faintest whiff of pheromone to waft across the room. Deliberate in an
adult Deltan. Spock ignored it and continued in. The next room was
large and dominated by a bar that encircled the room with beings of
various races and sizes scattered around the room in conversation.
Some were obviously engaged in intimate congress. Spock found the
environment mildly interesting. He did not understand the need for
beings to engage in sexual contact in view of other beings but it was
a prime example of IDIC.

A dance floor dominated the center of the room and a score of couples
were  dancing wildly or languidly to Altairan music that thrummed  and
pounded in the Vulcan's ears. The place was seemingly not a bordello,
more like a club. As Spock looked more closely he could see that some
of the couples were across races and many of them were same sex,
humanoid and non human. He did not see Kirk anywhere. The bar reminded
Spock of his Captain on some level. It was obviously a place where
choice was along the lines of inclination and not restrictive in any
fashion.

Spock moved through the rooms, slowly surveying each in turn. Finally
he reached the back room where a small Jazz band played to a secluded
audience seated around small tables scattered around the room. Spock
knew the Captain was here somewhere. He decided to sit for a moment
and wait. The band was playing a type of Jazz that Spock had found to
esthetically pleasing in the past. Perhaps sensing his lack of
interest, few approached him and those that did he turned away with a
polite shake of his head. Suddenly he felt Kirk's presence, he knew he
was close.

Spock turned and, out of a side door he had not noted before, in
strolled his Captain. Spock sat stunned. It was not the Jim Kirk he
had come to check on. This was definitely not the man that had beamed
down from the ship. Kirk was barechested, with his hair ruffled and
falling across his face. His cowlick at last had been given its
freedom. He was dressed in a loose pair of thin black silky drawstring
pants that were slung low on his hips to give a tease of the hair that
rose from below. He was barefoot. One dilithium earring hung  from an
earband on his left ear. On his arm was a Deltan female that could
only be described as absolutely beautiful. They stopped in the doorway
and she grabbed him and kissed him languidly while she rubbed her
hands along his chest softly before she whispered a few words to him
and left.

Spock was transfixed. This was not a Starship Captain. The creature
that flowed across the room with the grace of a lion, had no evidence 
of restraint or control, he was primordial. A predator, a wanton thing 
of the lusts that condemned Humans to lack of control. The man that 
Spock thought he knew was no where visible. Kirk went to sit on the 
bar and immediately two women and one man got up and slowly approached 
him like a wall of fog.  First the dark-haired woman began to lean 
against him and stroke his chest and thighs as she whispered to him. 
The small brown skinned female came around his back and entered the 
conversation as she ran her fingers through his hair. Her body rubbed 
against him suggestively. Kirk turned around to allow them greater 
access to his body and Spock took a quick intake of breath as his 
sensuality, his smell came across the room to where he sat in the dark

If asked he would have previously described his captain as
esthetically pleasing. Now he saw something darker, needier reaching 
out to him across the room. The man, a Betazoid, leaned in to say 
something to Jim in his ear. The human shook his head once, no. He 
opened his eyes briefly to look at the Betazoid and allowed a smile to 
ease the refusal. He pulled the man close and slowly and thoroughly 
kissed him before he pushed him gently away to return across the room, 
alone.

Spock felt as if he was an intruder of the highest magnitude. This was
not something he felt his Captain wanted anyone shipboard to see.
However if he left the security of the dark corner in which he sat, he
most assuredly would be seen. He had no choice but to stay.

'Gorgeous isn't he?'

A voice startled him out of his frantic musings. The Betazoid that
Kirk had refused had somehow made it across to the room and sat down
next to the Vulcan. Spock was astonished at the personal lapse that
the man's close proximity signified. No-one should have been able to
approach that near without his knowledge.

'I would love to take that one where ever he would go. Can you feel
it. He's broadcasting like a damn beacon. Fuck me, Fuck me. I can see
you've picked up the signals my Vulcan friend but forget it. He only
does women. Now I on the other hand consider you to be terribly
enticing. Perhaps we can retire to someplace more comfortable?'

Spock shook his head once in negation as his eyes remained on his
Captain.

The chatter went on in the background as the shorter woman began to
move down Kirk's naked smooth chest with her lips and hands. She
slowly pushed him back in the cushioned seat against the bar into the
lips of the other woman. As one they moved across his body in waves
slowly smoothly tasting and nipping. Finally both moved down to the
black silk and freed his straining erection. Kirk gasped audibly as
one began to go down on his shaft with slow deep sucking moves. When
one let him go the other took him in his mouth. They continued  as
Kirk played his hands over their bodies finding and searching out all
their secrets spots with hands that were reading them like notes in
Braille.

The shorter female stood and climbed up on the chair and stood above
him as she exposed her soft area to his kisses and fingers. The chair
reclined back so that it took on the semblance of a bed. The music
played on in the background. Spock could not hear anything else but
the roaring in his chest as his heart beat precipitously. He fought
for control. He felt his erection strain against his pants. The
Betazoid grew quiet beside him as he was drawn into the scene. He
could feel the panting of the smaller man as he used his hand to
pleasure himself while his eyes were glued to the scene in front of
him.

The taller woman stood and pounced to straddle Kirk's impressive
erection. She cried out as she settled down on it. She took it all in
one fell swoop. Her head and back arched back as she grabbed the legs
of the woman that knelt in front of her and began to move up and down,
side to side. Riding and crying out soft words of passion she arched
and bucked in a rhythm as old as life. Kirk moved and powerfully
pushed against her meeting thrust for thrust, move for move. His mouth
never left the woman that rode his lips. Finally the woman screamed as
she came in great shuddering gasps and fell forward to rest her head
briefly on the back of her friend.

She rose and sat to the side as she languidly stroked both of her
recent partners like she was petting a cat. Kirk stood up suddenly and 
lifted the remaining woman from his face and turned her around  to lay 
her down on the end of the chair. He did not hesitate as he entered in 
one powerful thrust. Spock's  view now included the powerful full 
buttocks of his Captain as he moved smoothly in and out of the gasping 
moaning woman on the chair. The small Betazoid next to Spock gasped 
audibly at the sight and he could hear the man accelerate his own 
attack on his personal flesh. The Vulcan's senses were near to 
burnout. He was not sure how much more he could take of this without 
risking being seen during a panicked retreat. He could hear the 
Betazoid climax in painful gasps next to him, as he whispered again 
and again 'Too strong, he's too strong, feelings overwhelm.'

Kirk's back flexed and moved as he pushed his partner inexorably to
completion. Sweat rolled down his back and the Vulcan's upper lip.
Finally the woman beneath Kirk screamed breathlessly as she climaxed.
Kirk continued thrusting beyond hearing or knowing anything but his
need. He tried to find himself with his dick and searched and
searched. He was lost. He moved harder,  faster, more urgently he
thrust. His hips moving towards Spock's face then into the dark
moistness of the woman he had chosen for the moment. Again and again
he thrust until the Vulcan was no longer able to hide behind the
controls of a lifetime. He felt the Human's needs and lusts break over
his shields like an avalanche. Kirk's agonizing pain and isolation
that he tried to push back with touching and being touched, poured
out. His need for love that this place, these nameless partners could
never meet. He felt it all as he and his Captain came at the same time
in a long shuddering death of
intellect.

Spock sat still. There was no movement possible for him. He watched as
his Captain slowly stood up and put his penis back into his pants. He
pulled both of his partners towards them and kissed them hungrily as
he drew them into an embrace. After a few whispered words he led them
through the door the Deltan woman and he had entered in through only a
short while before.

Spock sat until he was sure he once again had control of his
faculties. Fortunately his tunic would hide the evidence of his lapse.
He returned to the ship. He spent the next eight hour shift in deep
meditation.

His Captain returned the next morning dressed once again in his
Uniform. The Vulcan arranged to be there when he beamed up. 'Captain I
trust you had an enjoyable shoreleave.' The human looked at him with
an inscrutable expression on his face.

'It was uneventful Mr. Spock. Anything to report?'

'No sir, all things are currently optimal.'

Kirk nodded once and moved to walk past the Vulcan. The Vulcan could
tell that  he was not back yet to emotional well-being. It had not
sufficed for him. Whatever else had happened it had not been enough.
The human stopped at the door to the transporter room to turn and
still find his first officer's eyes locked on him. He stood there and
watched the Vulcan wordlessly as he tasted the air like a sensitive
which all his tests said he was not. He could not suspect. Spock's gut
tightened but his face remained expressionless.

'Do you have time for a game of chess Mr. Spock. I find myself at
loose ends for the moment.'

Spock looked at the green gold eyes that still glinted with unvoiced
pain. Pain that all the sex of the past hours had not erased from his
body. Somewhere in the pain was also an offer, slight, distant, but
there nonetheless. >Help me Vulcan, come close, if you dare.<

'I have no pressing duties Captain. A game of chess would be most
relaxing, especially since I will win.'

Kirk grunted. A smile almost made it to his face. 'Come on Science
Officer let me teach you the value of humility and never making
promises you are unable to keep.' Spock sensed that Kirk's statement
had many levels of meaning, but he planned on using his years at this
man's side to discover them all.

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The End