The BLTS Archive - The Red Room by SFarn37600 (SFarn37600@aol.com) --- Disclaimer: Paramount owns these characters, and the universe, and the whole concept of science-fiction. Introduction: I'm a virgin(blush). Ah, Greywolf, that's someone who hasn't had sex, or, in this case, written slash. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. I just hope this story line hasn't been done to death by far better writers than me! 1/19/98 --- Spock entered the parlour of the house, accepting the flute of champagne held out to him by a naked Andorian female. He strolled over to the ornate, antique photographic processed image gallery book, and started to leaf through the choices. The house understood its clientele well - there was no order or categorization of the companions available for hire. A female Pavan, her Vulcanoid features enhanced with iridescent peacock-blue and silver body paint, was followed by the image of a male Deltan, who would be considered amply endowed even by his own people. Spock continued to flip through the album, merely exercising his usual curiosity, he had already made his arrangements for the evening. "Your companion awaits you in the Red Room." The attendant led him out of the parlour and up the wide, curving staircase. The art work on the walls and sculptures on each landing gave Spock cause to linger - some of the positions seemed barely possible for humanoids... but then again... They approached a red door, presumably the entrance to the Room. Spock took a deep breath - if this evening was to be successful, he would need to adopt, and maintain, a new persona. The attendant left him facing the closed door. Resolve swept across his features, as he stepped inside. The room was aptly named. A tray of crystal decanters and glasses was artfully placed on the fur rug in front of the fire which served as the only source of light within the room. The rich, red velvet wall hangings created an enveloping, womb-like chamber. Black velvet flowed over the enormous, four- postered bed. And on the bed... ... a youthful looking male, dark-blond hair, firmly muscled, dressed only in a short black kimono. Precisely what Spock had hoped to find waiting for him. The man looked at him with nervous anticipation, his slightly parted lips betraying his desire. Spock remained silent, walking over to the sofa in front of the fire. He sat, half-reclining, and ordered, "Wine." His companion quickly rose from the bed to kneel on the fur rug and obey the command. Spock sipped the wine slowly, all the while holding the gaze of the supplicant. "I will call you Tiberius." His companion lowered his eyes in submission. "Have some wine." Tiberius took a glass for himself, aware of the attractive picture he made with the firelight warming his skin. He awaited the next order. "Remove your robe." The short, silk kimono was quickly dropped to the floor, revealing his condition. "You are excited, Tiberius. Exactly what is it that excites you?" Spock purred. "You do, my lord." "And what exactly do I do that excites you?" Tiberius, at a loss for words, kept his eyes lowered. With a slight smile, Spock put down his glass. He slid off the couch in one easy motion, pressing Tiberius to the floor. Spock remained still for a moment, poised over the yielding Tiberius, his hands on his shoulders, pinning him to the fur rug. Spock claimed his mouth, biting, licking, probing. as Tiberius moved beneath him, arching his hips upwards to press their bodies together. "You are impatient, " Spock said, as he rolled off of him. "Place your arms above your head, and keep them there." Tiberius quickly complied. The Vulcan began to run his hands over every inch of the smooth body beneath him, laying claim to it. He slipped his hands under Tiberius' ass and lifted up until he was arched like a bow. His straining erection stood out like a pillar, and was quickly engulfed in Spock's hot mouth. Tiberius let out a loud groan while reaching down to caress the head that was devouring him. Spock grabbed both if his hands and firmly held them above his head. "I was promised complete obedience and I will have it," he hissed, returning his attention to the throbbing cock. Tiberius could only lie submissively, his hands trapped in the Vulcan's grip, his groin splayed open for his master's attentions. He was being teased unmercifully, expertly, the Vulcan ensuring himself he would receive a full evening's entertainment. As Tiberius neared climax, Spock let him go, allowing him to collapse back onto the rug with a sob. He stood up and began to remove his robe. Tiberius remained prostrate, his arms still above his head, moaning softly, unsure as to what to do next. Spock reached down to help him to his feet. "Get on the bed." Tiberius quickly complied, lying on his back, and, at the last moment, remembering to place his arms in the submissive posture. Spock straddled his shoulders, thrusting his erection into the eager mouth. He rocked his hips back slightly, forcing Tiberius to stretch up in order to continue the deep sucking. Spock pulled away completely, causing a groan of frustration from his companion. "Impatient and greedy," he purred, as he moved down Tiberius' body. A quick slap to the side of Tiberius' firm, round ass had him quickly lying on his stomach. Spock grabbed his hips, easily lifting him to his knees. Tiberius was finding it difficult to remain on his knees - his thighs were quivering with anticipation. He gasped as hot hands ran along his inner thighs, quickly caressing his balls, running exploratory fingers along the cleavage of his ass. "I find it difficult to determine if you have been sufficiently obedient thus far, " Spock said. "And, if you indeed are deserving of my attentions." Tiberius knew it was time to use the Old Vulcan phrase he had been practicing all week... " T' Lle'er... My Lord... thee knows that within this chamber I exist only for thy pleasure." Spock had not expected to hear those words from such an unlikely source. They burned through his veins like the fire of the plak tow, as he slammed into the awaiting Tiberius. --- Much later, the two lay in each others arms, fully sated and quite sleepy. "Well, T'Lle'er, have you received your money's worth?" As I did not actually spend any money, I would have to say that I am in your debt." They both half rose as one of the communicators beside the bed beeped. "Oh, hell, it's mine," said Tiberius, quickly transforming before Spock's eyes from the submissive companion to the starship captain. "And," he thought to himself, with a decidedly non-Vulcan grin," he's still my starship captain." --- The End