The BLTS Archive - Seduced By A Vulcan by C.A. Mallett --- Personal Log Entry 2719-3: James T. Kirk, recording --- The Enterprise has a three day layover while we take on the much needed supplies. Starbase 267 isn't much to talk about as far as space stations go. The only thing it has going for it are several fantastic restaurants in a vast array of prices to please every budget. And if I know my crew like the way I think I do, I'll not be the only one in need of McCoy's famous diets. Night life is somewhat limited, meaning very expensive and off-limits to most but the idle rich.. Of course, no one says anything about the 'refresh rooms', which, by the way are the best kept secret in this sector. You only know about it if you've been here before or know someone who has. Bob Wesley highly recommended them. So I'll judge them for myself this trip. This will be the first shore leave I will spend without Spock. Two weeks ago he was summoned by the powers that be to attend a stupid computer seminar. I'm not saying seminars are a complete waste of time, but I had such high hopes of spending my birthday with Spock. Oh well, such is the lot of a captain's life. And for once the crew took me seriously when I told them last year that I didn't want any fuss this year. James Kirk stopped his recorder when a loud knock on his door could be heard. "Enter." The door opened. "Yes, Uhura, what can I do for you?" "Sir, I... that is...we were...." "Yes?" "Well, sir, since Commander Spock isn't here and Doctor McCoy is meeting with an old friend, I was wondering if you'd like to join us for dinner." "Thanks, Uhura, but I think the group would relax better if their boss wasn't with them." "Captain...." "Enjoy yourselves. It's not often you get off together. I've a few reports to finish, then I'm meeting Mr Garrick." "You're quite sure you won't join us?" "Yes, enjoy yourself. And that's an order. Now, get out of here." Kirk leaned across his desk and pushed a button. "Bones, what time are you leaving?" "I should have left an hour ago, why?" "Oh nothing, I just sort of thought...." "Don't tell me you're actually disappointed the crew didn't throw you a 'surprise party'?" "Of course not." "In a pig's eye. But it's your fault, Jim." McCoy thought for a few seconds. "Don't tell me you don't know what to do without your shadow. You, the stud of the galaxy." "Thanks, Bones. I knew I could depend on you for fine words of wisdom." "Look, Jim, I really must fly but if you want to tag along, you're welcome." "Thanks, but no thanks. I've enough to keep me busy. See you in a few days." "Right you are, captain, sir." --- Personal Log Entry 2723-1: James T. Kirk, recording. --- Wow! Bob was right. Those rooms were fantastic! With the right person Starbase 267 could easily put "Wriggly's Planet" to shame. Officers and enlisted personnel were treated alike. Of course, it was understood by everyone, unless a dire emergency presented itself no one dared to disturb the command officers. It was my way of letting the junior crew members, who just happened to get stuck with duty, to take the initiative. Personally I think they enjoyed being on the bridge without either Mr. Spock or myself. I knew all to well the feelings one could have whenever the Vulcan was on duty. It took me several months to understand his gruff attitude but then I wasn't at the bottom of the totem pole. I would only let the Vulcan go so far then I had the option of asking him to leave or leave myself if his presence became too overbearing They didn't have that option so I knew they enjoyed it whenever the Vulcan wasn't around. Deep down, I enjoyed any time I could get Spock to take leave with me, even if it was only for a few hours. He has the most unique way of making the dullest museum interesting... "I need a drink." James Kirk removed his boots and poured himself a large portion of brandy. Next he grabbed the two extra pillows he kept hidden at the back of his wardrobe and tossed them onto the bed. Then he made himself comfortable. After changing out of his duty clothes he donned his old comfy dressing gown and plopped down his bed. He got himself comfortable. "Computer," he took a sip of the fiery liquid, "continue with my personal log." "Recording. Entry 2723-2," the mechanical female tone replied. Kirk took another sip of the amber fire. "Where was I...? Oh yes." A knock of his door temporarily put a halt to his log. "Who is it." he yelled. The last thing I wanted was to be interrupted. "Hello to you too. Geeze, how come you're so grumpy? Didn't you go dirtside?" "Why the twenty questions, Bones?" "You didn't stay here the whole time, did you?" "Of course not. I tried a few places." "Is it true?" "Is what true?" "C'mon, Jim, the suspense is killing me. Where'd you and old pointy ears go?" "Who said I went with Spock?" "I do. The pair of you could be joined at the hip. Neither one of you is without a shadow for very long. What did he give you for your birthday? And speaking of birthdays, here." I smiled in spite of myself. Here I thought I'd been so careful about keeping the way I felt about a certain Vulcan hidden from everyone. "Bones, you shouldn't have." I started to unwrap my gift. "Er, open it later, Jim. Now, tell me all the juicy details." "Bones!" "C'mon, Jim. I wasn't the only one to see you both walking across town to Neon Village. I will say I am a bit surprised. How did you ever talk Spock to going in there with you?" I poured us both a drink. When McCoy got into his 'tell-me- everything' mood nothing could budge him. So I gave in and told my story.... "I have always enjoyed my time with Spock. My off hours even more so. That's because I always get what I want. And this time I wanted him... Badly. It would be safe to say he gave me what I wanted, when I wanted it and then some. The some' part is what I didn't bargain for. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. "Shortly after I checked in at the 'refresh house' I received a package along with a brief note. I did as the note requested and I put on the short kimono. The note said it was his favourite. Personally I just think Spock likes the feel of it. Anyway, that's all I wore. I surprised him by meeting him at the door. I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a hug. I made it point of pressing my body against his and whispered, "I'm hot, and horny as hell." The moment he grabbed my arms I knew something was different... wrong? "What's wrong?" I asked "Not in front of all these people, James." That's when I realized the hallway was full of beings staring at us. "You must learn to control yourself or else I will have no alternative other than to discipline you." Uh oh. 'James', huh? I said to myself. If I played my cards just right this could be a week-end to remember. I began to nibble on his right ear and whispered, "my Spock is horny tonight, no?" in my best sexy voice. He kissed me, but not passionately. All the while he moved us away from the door. I broke our kiss to look at his face. His black eyes were somehow blacker. More frightening. "You are my Spock, aren't you?" I asked. We had had some pretty rough ion storms lately. And, we are still in the vicinity where we experienced the alternate universe. Just thinking about that encounter made me shiver. "Would you like me to be the other one?" he asked. "Of course not." I said. "I don't love him. I love only you." "Could you tell us apart, if I shaved off my beard?" "Beard?" Uh oh, I was beginning to get sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. He smiled. Or was it a grin? Oh god, I thought, it IS him. That other Mr. Spock from the alternate universe. I began to panic. That's when he tightened his grip on my arms and forced his tongue into my mouth. My Spock would never dream of doing that. Not that I hadn't wished he would. It just wasn't his way. I was backed against the wall and pinned by his body. When his body of steel touched me, panic spread throughout my body. But it wasn't just any ordinary fear I felt, it soon turned into lust. As he pressed himself against me his hands grabbed my ass. At the beginning he gently squeezed my soft flesh but too soon it became a rough kneading followed by more squeezing and pinches. I didn't stand much of a chance. As his hands pinched and pulled my groin was rammed by his. God, I've never like that in my life. I was so hot I came on his third squeeze. I came because of his kiss, his strength, and my need. And it felt WONDERFUL. Spock warned, "Keep this up and I will have no choice other than to put a diaper on you." It had an effect on me but not the one Spock thought it would "Yes-s-s!" I whispered into his ear. "Hmm..." Spock murmured then pulled back. He moved one hand from my ass and began massaging my groin with the palm. "We do seem to be usually messy tonight, don't we?" "And who's fault is that?" "I suppose it is mine." he said with a straight face. He grabbed my hand and was pulling me to the couch. He sat down and was about to pull me down beside him. Thank goodness he changed his mind. Semen is messy and my groin was smothered. Spock had taken great care to make sure my groin was completely covered. I didn't exactly want to stain the new cloth coverings so I took advantage of his hesitation and asked if he would like to change into something more comfortable. I wasn't being cruel. I wanted to wash. While he changed I fixed us both a drink It was his favourite fruit juice. After what he just did to me I felt like living dangerously. I put a few drops of peppermint oil in his juice. The time we had Spock's parents were on board I had a chance to talk to his mother. After a meal, several drinks and hours of conversation the Lady Amanda told me, in confidence of course, never to let her son near chocolate covered mints. I asked her why and she told me. She had no way to know that I would use that tidbit for my benefit. On this particular night we were both living a bit dangerously. I more so than Spock at the moment. Although I knew that was about to change. So instead of one drop I added four. I also quickly wiped away any wet moisture which still clung to me. Shore leave had just got underway so I knew most of the crew would be busy making use of their free time. That meant we would be left reasonably alone. I sat opposite to him on the leatherette stool. He put his right hand on my left knee. It felt wonderful. I wanted to kiss him again but instead I put my hand on the back of his neck. My fingers eased upwards into his silky hair. I just love touching it and curling it through my fingers. Every time I did I would end up with electrons whirling through me. I took a sip of juice, trying to act cool. My hand fell onto his knee. OK, so it didn't fall there. I put it there. But after what had happened so far I kinda figured Spock wanted to get involved. As he sipped his juice I ran my hand up and down along the inseam of his pants. Each time deliberately moving closer to the object of my affection. Up, until I felt the warm, moist presence of his crotch, down to just below his knee. Then back again. And again until Spock's swallows got louder with each sip. When I looked up, he was smiling. Not that he would admit to smiling. But he does. For me, he does. I know he likes the way I'm touching him. I can almost hear him purr. Not that he does. He just sounds like he would. I told myself not to rush. He drained his glass and hand it back to me as he stood. "Jim, did you put peppermint in my drink deliberately?" I blushed, and then answered, "yes." "Are you willing to accept the consequences?" "I sure hope so," I whispered. He walked as far as the room divider. "Then you had better shower and change. I know an excellent place to eat." I stood for a moment. I wasn't sure what he had in mind. His actions didn't fit the tone of his voice, and I wondered if I this was as far as he was going to let it go. A few minutes later Spock returned But what returned wasn't the sexy Vulcan who had left me moments ago. He was his cold, aloof, all business Vulcan. I knew then I had pushed too far. So much for a lost week-end'. As we walked in that direction of the dining district I asked Spock what he would prefer. Italian? Greek? I knew Mexican and Spanish dishes were definitely out. Spices don't sit too well with Spock. "Chinese," Spock replied. "How about this one?" Spock had maneuvered me rather well. Only I didn't know it then. We started our meal with a cabbage and noodle soup, followed with a large vegetable spring roll. The main course consisted of steamed rice with a honey-garlic sauce, mixed vegetables, stuffed mushrooms and deep fried sesame potato balls served with a sweet peanut cream sauce. I had turned on the menu dial. I felt like having something sweet. My hand was lightly slapped and the device was turned off. "Desert will follow later," Spock said in a very business-like tone. I didn't know then what I had unleashed. But I feeling I was about to find out. We left the restaurant and walked a few blocks. Actually, it was clear across town in a very remote area. I looked at the sign and then at my first officer. The flashy neon light blinked the words, "Cream of Your Desires." "Jim, this dessert bar came highly recommended." How could anyone in his right mind call this a dessert bar? It looked more like a high-class, sleazy, hole-in-the-wall cat house. If one could call it that. The outside of the building looked like something which belonged in a bizarre children's story book. Arabian Nights, I think would do nicely. The gaudy neon paint clashed terribly with the huge neon letters. No wonder it was in a remote district. "Spock, I've got news for you. I don't think you'll find this is a 'dessert bar'." "I believe it has what you need." I looked at him in disbelief. Screwing some high-classed whore was not what I had in mind for desert. I didn't get much of chance to question Spock for he had quickly opened the door and entered. Like a fool, I followed. A scantily clad female asked Spock his preference of colour then showed us to our booth. The booth was several shades of blue. She showed Spock how to work the menu, then left, but not before closing the blue pin-striped curtains. I looked at Spock. He in turn looked at me. For just a brief moment I thought I saw a slight look of uncertainty, but it left when he blinked his eyes. Now, I was the one who had second thoughts about what I had started only a few hours earlier. I watched Spock's hand press several buttons. The lights dimmed and our drinks appeared. The glasses were unique. Just think of the lower half of the male anatomy and you get the picture. I took one look at Spock. "You hold the base in your left hand. The right hand squeezes the sac and you drink from the ...." "I get the idea, Spock." "Enjoy." I took a sip. Shit, the concoction was two hundred proof. It did nothing but burn all the way down. You didn't taste the spearmint flavour until much later. A second drink was ordered and I sat mesmerized by the way Spock was caressing his glass. Thank goodness the lights were out. I blushed and choked when he bit the nuts. Spock asked if I was okay. I sorta replied, 'yes'. "Are you sure?" he repeated. I found my voice. "Good. Well, aren't you going to bite it?" "What! Oh, the ... the. I don't think so." "You should. It's the best part." Okay, so I gave in and bit it. It was the best chocolate I had ever tasted. But I wasn't sure what the liquid was. "Would you like another or something else?" Spock asked as his hand groped my sex. I gulped. Funny how quickly the most macho of men turn to run when control is taken from them. But I actually wanted Spock to have control. At least that's what I wanted when I started this. Now, I'm wasn't so sure. Anyhow, I got another drink and as I drank Spock kept fondling me. By the end I was so aroused and hard I could hardly sit still. Our hostess reappeared and asked if the drinks were to Spock's satisfaction. He nodded and she handed him a slotted card and said that room twenty-one was prepared as per his request. Spock took my hand and led the way to room twenty-one. He opened the door and we walked in. The room was the exact copy of my quarters on the Enterprise with one exception. The bed. It was a king sized four poster bed complete with a canopy. Spock turned to me and gave me a deep lover's kiss. Then he whispered, "There should be a change of clothes for you in the bathroom room. Please, I wish for you to change for me." I gave him a puzzled look, but didn't say anything. I figured if Spock had gone to so much trouble in so short a time the least I could do was humour him. I entered the bathroom and found a bench with a pair of royal blue silk pants that cris-crossed at the crouch. And a pair of the briefest underwear I had ever seen. One might have not worn anything for what this bit of material covered. I undressed and put on the underpants. The best I would say it resembled a half of a pouch. It barely covered my scrotum let alone my deflated penis. It certainly wouldn't cover me if I had an erection. The back was a micro- thin strap that went between my buttocks. I fitted all of me the best I could and then stepped into the pants. These too felt weird. I'm sure if I bent over anyone could see my bare ass. Even though they looked weird they felt terrific on. I entered the room. Spock said I looked sensational. That I should wear them more often for him, when we are alone. I blushed. "Spock, you've got to be kidding? Do you know what's underneath?" "I know exactly what's underneath." I gulped. He walked closer. "And now, Captain, sir. It is you who will be on the receiving end. You are about to find out what it is to know the real me. You have gone out of your way to seduce me but tonight you will know what it is to be seduced by a Vulcan." He kissed me then took my hand and led me to the couch. "I believe this is where you started five hours ago." I couldn't believe what I saw. It was my couch. My table with two identical looking glasses of what looked kava juice. My stool in the same place, just in front of where Spock was sitting. "I believe I was sitting here and you were there." He pushed me down onto the stool. "Your hand, I believe, was here." Spock sat in the identical position. Trust him to remember the exact details. He picked up his glass and took my hand and placed it on the inside seam of his pants. "I believe you were sliding your hand like this." He ran my hand up and down along the inseam of his pants until I caught on. He was giving me the go ahead to continue. I did. Hell, I wasn't going to let what I planned go to waste. My hand continued to caress. Each time deliberately moving closer to the object of said affection. I repeated the movements over and over all the while bestowing him with gentle kisses. It wasn't long before I had Spock rock hard. I slowly open his pants and slipped them over his hips and down over his knees. I pushed the stool further back and pulled his pants off completely. My magnificent Vulcan sat there in all his naked glory except for a piece of white satin that looked identical to what I was wearing. I knelt in front of him and bestowed his swollen, satin covered manhood with a kiss. My reward was a sudden wet spot. He moved forward and wrapped his hands around my backside. Then his fingers pried apart the back opening of my pants and slipped inside. I felt his hands grab my ass. I looked down at his crotch and saw the spot grow larger. I felt warm inside knowing that the one I love had just come. Spock squeezed me tighter before he removed his hands. Believe me, I didn't want him to take them away and I said so. "Shush," he said, then I felt his hotter than human heat as his hands pried apart the front of my pants. One hand caressed my manhood as his other tried to free it. I almost passed out when he leaned closer and swallowed me again. Spock stood and took my hand. "I believe the bed would be a better place to continue," he whispered in his deep satin voice. All I wanted to do was sleep. I've never in my life come twice in such a short amount of time. Spock removed my long pants so the two of us were dressed identically. Then I watched him climb on the bed and lay in the centre. The tiny pouch was so wet it looked smaller. I found out after the fact that the material was treated with a chemical so that it shrinks when wet to give maximum pleasure. The manufacturer wasn't kidding about it shrinking. Imagine trying to cover a healthy eight inches of flesh with only two inches of a stretchy satiny material. Poor Spock, he looked as if he was in agony. Only it wasn't the agony I thought it was. I found out later when it was my turn. And yes, I did find out where Spock had bought them. I purchased several pairs before we left. You know, just for those extra special times when I knew we'd need a lift. It will never be said that James Kirk is not prepared. I decided he'd 'suffered' long enough and crawled on the bed between his legs. I carefully ripped the thing off. His cock bounced free and almost hit me in the face. I kissed it. I licked it. The tip of my tongue teased his sensitive area just under the double ridges. I breathed in the scent of his maleness. A precious drop of pre-cum rewarded my efforts. My tongue started to circle around the head of his cock. I knew my action would drive him wild. I was not disappointed His hand reached for my head to hold me closer. He wanted more. So I took all of him deep into my throat. Pausing with my nose pressed against his body, I felt his passion escalate. I continued to hold him there. Then slowly I drew my face away from his crotch, until I could tease the head of his cock again with my tongue. Each time I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat I get a pulse of joy shooting through my own balls. He started to moan. I started to suck harder, each time I pull up my cheeks are pulled in by the vacuum applied to his cock. Little bits of air sneak in each time I push down against his furry body. I was sucking harder, and faster now. "Oh Jim, oh, ooooooh." "Mmmmmmmmm," (It's hard to talk with your mouth full) "Oh Jim, you're going to get a mouthful if you don't stop soon!" I had no problem with the idea of giving him head for a few more minutes. A mouthful of his cum sounded pretty good to me. But the way he had fondled my ass earlier... Well, I didn't want to be disappointed... So I stopped dead cold, just like that. I sucked all the juices that had flowed from my mouth all over his cock and pubic hair. I started making curls in his wet pubic hair with my tongue. I ran the edge of my fingernail up and down between his balls. Then he reached down and pulled my face up to his and he kissed me in an unmistakable way. It was one of those moments that just freezes in your memory. The way he kissed me I knew right then and there that there would never be anyone else for me. The kiss ended and he sat up. His hand immediately went between my legs. "Wet, aren't we?" he whispered into my ear. "Did I do that to you?" he purred. "Uh huh," I daren't say anymore. His hand massaging the wetness made me all the more aroused. Abruptly his head went directly to my groin and he sucked the moisture through the satin. God, what a feeling. "I think it's time to put you out of your misery," he said. "Lie on your back and spread your arms above your head." I love it when he's so commanding. I watched as he knelt between my legs and lifted them over his shoulders. He unclasped my soggy pouch and used my semen to coat his fingers before he gently inserted one, then two fingers inside me. In and out. Back and forth. It felt wonderful. But I wanted more. Much more! In and out. Back and forth his hand went. But it wasn't enough. I started to thrust my hips. "YES, oh yes. Spock, yes-s-s!" He bent over and took me in his mouth again. The moment he started to suck, I lost it. I had no control over my body. Thrusting, squirming, the pleasure bordering on pain. He went faster. I started to thrust again. His up and down motion combined with my hips jumping back and forth, slammed me all the way into his mouth. My hands ran through his hair, played with the tips of his ears. I climbed higher every time my heart beat and it was overdrive. Too close. Not close enough. I slammed my ass down on the bed and pulled out of his mouth. "Spock?" I barely managed to get out. He looked me right in the eye. "Will you fuck me, please?" I beg. "Oh yes, Jim. Yes." How can sex be this good? It's so incredible to have Spock inside me. No one else can do this. Only Spock. He turned me on all the way. "Oh-h-h-h, S-s-s-spock" The passion overwhelmed us both. He started moving in and out of me. Perfect timing, no wasted motion, each thrust bored deep inside me. The pleasure was so intense. I never wanted anything else. "Oh please, Spock. Fuck me. Fuck me, please," I beg. I knew this pleased him. "I am. Can you not feel how deep I am?" "Yes," I croon. "It feels so good, so-o-o good." "It will feel even better, lover. I promise." "Spock, please, go deeper. Deeper and faster, please, ple- e-e-ase" "Still giving me orders are you?" he asks. The next thing I know he's slapping my ass. "Spock!" I screech. "That's for calling me all those endearments. If one of us is going to be master and wear the pants in our relationship, it will be me. Understood?" I knew it was not a question. "Oh yeah." I said. Then I dared, "What makes you think your man enough to handle me?" I knew I was treading on thin ice, so to speak, but at that moment in my life I needed to hear a commitment from him. I got my answer all right, but not in the way I thought. The next thing I knew he was manhandling my ass. Over and over his hand slapped my flesh. My butt was not only red, it was tingling. "Any more questions?" I was too excited to answer. Another slap. He said that was for good measure and to make sure I wouldn't forget. Then he rammed me. God, it felt great. I wanted to shout to the universe what a wonderful lover he was. Spock must have read my mind or something. Before I knew what's happening I'm on my back and he's sucking me I didn't think I could come again. But I did. Now, I'm really exhausted. All I want to do is sleep. Spock had other ideas. I was turned back onto my stomach. Spock lifted my ass and tucked my knees under me. He crawled between my legs and pushed himself back home. I wedged my hands against the top of the bed, trying to hold still so he can pound his body against mine. My ass was on fire. Forget that, I was on fire. I wanted to live. I wanted to die. But most of all I never wanted him to stop. "Please. Lover, please," I whispered. I was so exhausted I slipped. My knees fell flat against the bed. Spock grabbed my hips and roughly pulled me back into position. Again I felt the sting as his hand made contact with my already sore ass. His voice was deep and raspy. "James Kirk, I never said I was through. You started it, remember? And you will see it through to the end." I had been warned. But, oh, it didn't half excite me. I loved, no, love his strength. All of it. "Spock, please..." I whispered. His hand stopped and moved to grab hold of my waist. I felt the pressure of his flesh against mine. Funny, I thought to myself. Spock had already depleted my body but between his commanding strength and spanking I found myself extremely sensitive and significantly aroused. So much so, that his genital hairs pricked my flesh as his balls slapped against mine. He was now all the way in. Not that he wasn't before. He was. But now, it felt different. I felt fuller. It was as if his cock had doubled in size. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining but it sure spoiled me for anything else. I couldn't return to my former ways, not after experiencing this. I deep in thought about how I was going to persuade Spock that we were good for each other. Of course, on the ship it was not a problem. We already had become an unbeatable team. Now I wanted him in my bed always and forever. I was concentrating so hard on MY problem that I never felt Spock move his hand from my waist to the side of my head. Nor did I feel his mind enter mine. Now, as I think back, he must have gotten a mind full of my thoughts. Where was I? Oh yes, Spock was just about to come. All of sudden my prostrate gland felt like it would explode if the sensitive rubbing didn't stop soon. That last thump pushed a button I didn't know I had. I was hard as rock and at the pinnacle of the biggest explosion of my life. "Oh, Lover, come. Please, come," I begged. My tired body couldn't take much more. Spock was so close. I remember actually feeling his cock spasm just before he flooded my love canal. "O-o-oh yes. Yes. YES!!!" I screamed. And just when I thought it was over he gave an extra hump. "Uhhhhh, uhhhh, ooooooh," I crooned as I came. Then my body had the decency to black out. --- Hours later, I woke and found myself lying on my back. The bed was neatly made and I was dressed in my uniform. I began to think that what had happened was all a dream when Spock appeared from the bathroom. He had just finished talking a shower. The towel he held was still trying to dry his hair. Then it dawned on my that my pristine Vulcan was naked and parading himself for my benefit. Wearing nothing for dignity he cocked his head to one side. "James, do you approve of what you have just attained?" "Huh?" I replied. Spock had me confused but only for a minute or two. Very rarely did he call me 'James' and what the hell did he mean by 'attained'?" He sat on the bed by my side, leaned froward and gently kissed me. I remembered saying to myself to hell with 'James' and 'attained'. I'd take time to think about them later. Right then, all I wanted was to have my arms around my Vulcan. My Vulcan? Now where had that idea come from? Before I gathered my thoughts together, Spock was lying on top of me and rolling us both over so that I ended up on top. Spock murmured something about not wanting to crush his most precious possession. I remember staring into his ebony pools but not before looking at the clock. It read five o'clock, station time. The light filtering though the curtains told me it was not five in the morning. Had we made love all night? The face beneath me glowed, then produced a most wonderful sight. It smiled as the voice whispered in a velvet hush, "Yes, Beloved. We did." Oh lord... His voice, those words... Well, I was off again. "Evidently, it was not enough for you. I feel your flesh harden as we speak. Why can you not ask for what your body so badly yearns for? I would have thought, after all these years you had had learned by now how to ask for it." I smiled. My whole body was on fire. I lowered my head so my lips could once again touch his. I felt his arms wrap around me and I slipped mine around his neck. It was all the answer either of us required. Food, and everything else was forgotten. Sated. We lay within the arms of each other. I remembered that I preferred to lie within his arms. Somehow I felt better, more secure that way. I still do. He felt his body ripple as he squeezed me tighter. His face wore one of his oh-so-rare smiles and I heard his voice inside my mind. Bondmate, thee will always feel secure. I will forever see to it. What? After last night thee is now mine. Oh god, I hope so. I never want to stop feeling this way. Thee never will. "Spock?" I whispered. "Last night? Was it a dream?" "Can you not tell the difference?" "I'm not sure." "Then for once trust your inner mind." "I'm afraid. This is much too fragile." "There is nothing fragile about our love, Beloved. It is quite real." Kiss me Slave driver Our kiss ended and I found myself staring at Spock. "Did... did we just talk... mentally?" "Of course." "How...? I mean...? Did we...?" "James Tiberius Kirk. Thee is my bond mate." Spock stated it so matter of factly that I thought I must have been dreaming. Spock would never in his life speak to me like that. Since I had just decided it was a dream, why wake up? Why not just enjoy it? So I did. Every sex filled minute of it. I turned to face him and whispered, "Lover, please, I ask one thing." He kissed me and said, "Only one, beloved?" "Yes. Please, don't ever stop making me feel this way." He smiled. "That would be like denying myself. I don't deny myself anything." I lightly punched him in the side. "Much." We both slept. Locked in each other's arms. --- Two days later. We are back on patrol. Spock just entered the bridge with McCoy on his heels. Both stand beside my chair. "We have just received our new orders," I say aloud to everyone. "Star mapping in sector J-63. It's going to be a long two months if nothing else comes up in the meantime." McCoy eased himself closer to me. "Jim, this could be a blessing in disguise. It will give everyone time to rest after that last shore leave." "Bones, what the hell are you talking about?" Then I noticed his eyes move downward to my crotch. "It seems ALL the crew had a wild weekend, including you, Captain, sir." "Bones," I warned, between gritted teeth. McCoy smiled, then asked, "Did you say something, Jim?" Then I hear a deep velvet voice inside my head. What am I going to do with my bondmate, when he cannot control himself while on duty? "Bondmate?" I repeated. "What was that, Jim?" McCoy asked. "You heard correctly, Doctor," Spock stated quietly, but not so quietly that everyone on the bridge couldn't hear." "Well, I'll be damned." McCoy's eyes took a quick scan around the deck, then he spoke for everyone. His hand landed on Kirk's shoulder. "It's about time." "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked. "Well now, Jim-boy. I seem to recall, over a great many brandies, that you wished for a closer relationship with Spock. Seems like you got it." The Vulcan took over. "Ah yes. I believe I will borrow an appropriate phrase from one of my Mother's books she read to me as a child. "Be careful for what you wish for... you just may get it." Jim, I do believe you got what you asked for." I didn't need a mirror to know my face was red Spock left my side and went to his station, passing Uhura who smiled and said, "Congratulations, Sir." "Thank you, Lieutenant." McCoy took his cue and left. As much as he wanted to stick around he knew that both Kirk and Spock would feel a bit more at ease with the alpha bridge crew. Kirk stood. "Spock." He cleared his throat and repeated, "Spock, would you care to explain?" The Vulcan turned and for once everyone on the bridge witnessed his smile. "Later, Jim." He sat down and stared into his viewer. Everyone took their cue from the first officer, they too returned to work. I was just about to sit in the command chair when a quiet, but welcome voice entered my mind. Jim, on Friday last, I believe you set out to seduce me. Indeed, you did, and so much more. You've always said there was a time and place for everything, Beloved. We've had our time, and this is the place to be honest with our immediate crew members. You don't object? No. They are a good crew and deserve the best we can give them. I sat back and smiled. "Yes, they are." Chekov, Sulu and Uhura all turned to face me and together said, "Sir?" Then my beloved Vulcan turned and said, "Mr. Sulu, ahead warp factor two." --- The End