Stepping up to the science station with an approving smile, Captain
Kirk watched the Vulcan's long sensual fingers seemingly flying over
his keyboard. He enjoyed his observations, and moved closer to his
first officer who monitored the newly-discovered nebula through the
viewfinder. It always amazed Kirk at the speed Spock input
information into the computer, and for a fleeting moment he felt
challenged to not dwell on his personal memories of those fingers'
Spock turned to his captain with unrestrained eagerness showing on
his face. "Intriguing, Captain. At least four stars are forming
inside the reflective nebula. It will be interesting to discover if
there are others."
Jim ignored the temptation to tease the science officer over his
obvious excitement. "Scotty is concerned over the increasing
radiation's effect on the shields, so we can't risk getting closer. I
hope your department will be able to record its findings from this
Spock started to respond but suddenly grasped Jim's arm for support
as he was overwhelmed by a wave of disorientation. His head
momentarily seemed to swirl in a twilight of stars, then just as
quickly cleared. Straightening back up, he shrugged off Jim's grip on
his elbow, "My apologies, Captain. I… I was mesmerized by…well… by
the bright colors."
"Spock?" Jim's concern tripled. "What are you talking about?"
"The nebula, Captain. I believe the reflective nebula is combined
with an emission nebula." Spock lowered his voice minutely and leaned
closer to Kirk. "That's what I found fascinating. The deep pinkish
glow surrounding the edges of the mauve-shaded clouds of the anomaly
remind me of a certain part of your anatomy."
"What?" Kirk hissed with a tightened jaw. His eyes darted around, but
the only one he suspected of hearing the remark was Uhura. The
communication officer's cheeks had turned a dark crimson. Lowering
her head, she tactfully returned to her duties. Wishing he had
misunderstood, but knowing better, Jim stepped closer to the
Vulcan, "That was a rather cryptic answer, Mister Spock. Do you care
to explain?" He raised his hand as a warning, "And please leave out
the personal remarks."
"I do not think that is possible." No longer whispering, Spock
shrugged with renewed vigor, "It especially matches the tip of your…"
"Spock!" The captain grabbed his first officer's upper arms forcing
him to stand squarely in front of him. He looked closer into the
other's eyes startled at the glazed, dreamy glow. They seemed to pour
out emotions. "What's the matter with you? Are you feeling all
"I wish to tell you your cheeks are so cute… especially when… you're
miffed." Smiling brightly, Spock reached for Jim's face but the
captain released him and stepped back.
"Miffed? You've never used a word like 'miffed' in your life." Kirk
was astonished not only of Spock's vocabulary but the slightly
slurred quality of his tone. Hesitantly, he asked, "Are you drunk?"
"No, but as I recall, you tried to get me that way two nights ago. I
believe you had ulterior motives," he chuckled the last sentence then
winked at a shocked Jim Kirk.
A few snickers from the crew fed the captain's anger. He whirled
around to glare at the bridge personnel, his eyes daring anyone to
make a sound. All of them were suddenly memorizing their panels --or
Giving Spock his full attention, Jim's stomach was grumbling and had
formed a knot. His concern grew at the increasing changes in his
friend's eyes. Their dark chestnut orbs were now dilated, shining
with a gleam of…euphoria? "I want you in sickbay, Mister Spock." Jim
turned back to his chair to give McCoy a warning to be on the lookout
for the first officer's visit. He didn't make it.
"Ow!" the captain protested at a sharp stinging pinch biting his
right butt cheek. Twirling, he glanced Spock quickly pulling his hand
away. "What the hell…?" Jim's face was red and his words full of
"Your face is not the only place with cute cheeks," Spock grinned
mischievously, lightly bouncing on the balls of his feet. Both of his
eyebrows danced with merriment. "They dare me to pinch them," he
"Security!" Kirk roared. The captain's anxious glare didn't stray
"Yes, sir." Mr. Leslie, who had the same stunned expression as the
rest of the crew, pushed himself away from the bulkhead where he
stood guard. He moved quickly to the first officer's side, cautiously
watching his captain. All security was aware of Kirk's no-nonsense
temperament. They also were aware of his intense protectiveness of
the Vulcan. Mr. Leslie waited with apprehension, unsure how the
Captain would react to this situation. He watched a mixture of
emotions fighting in Kirk's troubled expression.
"You're to go to sickbay with Mr. Leslie, Spock." The captain turned
to the security officer to continue his orders. "You're to see that
he doesn't leave until Dr. McCoy releases him."
"Yes, sir." Mr. Leslie stepped aside to allow the first officer to
head for the turbo lift. Instead the Vulcan froze, staring at his
Jim knew something was seriously wrong and struggled to find words to
encourage him. Aware anything he said would cause more embarrassment
to his friend, he tried to minimize the tension in his own
tone, "Spock, just go to sickbay. I'll let Bones know you're on the
Crestfallen at Kirk's upset demeanor, Spock hesitantly pointed
out, "You said to be more spontaneous."
"Not on the bridge," Jim answered with a clinched jaw. "Please, co-
"No. I… I can not leave you," his voice was soft, and Jim heard a
confused tremble. He noted perspiration on Spock's lip and forehead.
The Vulcan's cheeks had paled a grayish green that wasn't there
"Spock, go now. That's an order, Mister." He hoped the firm tone
would automatically make his first officer obey. With relief he
watched him turn toward the turbolift, but cringed when Spock stopped
and turned back.
A half-smile creased Spock's lips; his eyes glazed more while meeting
Jim's. "My duty…is to you." His hand reached out and stroked Jim's
cheek, a thumb brushing the human's lip.
It was Jim's turn to momentarily freeze -- a testament to the shock
he felt. Others were aware of their relationship but it wasn't
something they flaunted. The two separated their private life and
duty, and pointedly took steps to avoid mingling them. He quickly
cleared his thoughts and again took a step back
"That's enough. Go to sickbay, now." Jim heard the strain in his own
voice and tried to soften it, "Please, Spock."
Shaking his head, the Vulcan moved towards him, ignoring the security
guard who tried to maneuver between them. Spock's fingertips lovingly
caressed Jim's meld points.
"Kroykah!" the captain snapped. Startled bridge crew jumped from the
shout but Kirk ignored them. Fear gripped him tighter as he watched
Spock blink in confusion. The Vulcan slowly lowered his hand and let
his arms fall to his sides, looking at Jim with a pleading need.
"This is impossible," Jim muttered, contemplating a fearful
realization of what might be wrong. He tried reaching out to his
bondmate through their link to offer comfort but only sensed
confusion. "Spock, please go to sickbay. I'll join you as soon as my
Spock turned back to the turbolift followed by the security guard. He
entered the lift but turned to watch his captain. With his eyes
locked on Jim's, anxiety over the Human's rejection troubled him.
Some glimmer of thought alerted his logical Vulcan mind to the fact
he was behaving irrationally. It did not seem to matter. All he knew
was he felt like he was betraying him by leaving. Why did Jim not
feel the same way?
Captain Kirk quickly returned to his chair and pushed the switch to
sickbay. When McCoy responded he attempted to keep his voice
low. "Bones, security is bringing Spock to you. I want you to give
him a complete physical."
"Physical? Security? What is this all about, Jim?" McCoy's perplexed
tone matched the thoughts of everyone on the bridge.
"That's what I want you to tell me. He's acting very strange. I…
well, I suspect his behavior is related to what happened the last
time we were on Vulcan." He fervently hoped the doctor would catch on
without too many questions. A momentary quiet was all that filled the
comm, then he heard disturbed noises in the background. McCoy said
distractedly; "Put him in isolation room 2."
"Bones… did you understand what I said?" Kirk asked.
"Yes, you mean you want me to check for pon…"
"Okay, Doctor, you got it." The captain quickly interrupted, letting
the unspoken message of privacy reach through the comm.
"But that's impossible," McCoy replied with concern. "It's too soon."
Jim sighed loudly, "You're talking to the one man who knows that
best, Doctor. Please keep me informed." Switching off the
communication link he looked briefly around the room before settling
back in his chair. What crew who were brazen enough to look his way
soon ducked and returned to duty. Sitting upright, a sharp nip of
pain in his butt cheek reminded him of Spock's pinch and he winced,
shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
"Damn," he muttered with irritation.
Turning to Uhura, the captain ordered replacement crew from science
and security be sent to the bridge. "We have a nebula to monitor,
everyone. Let's stay focused." Ignoring his own words, Kirk soon
became lost in his concern over the event. With the scientists
recording their findings, he felt useless at the moment and wanted to
be with Spock. For the first time since Spock left the bridge, Jim
realized he only sensed a slight hum through their link, instead of
the confusion that was there earlier. He missed his Vulcan's
reassuring presence in his mind. Why hadn't he noticed this morning
that something was wrong with him? Spock had been quiet but he had
figured it was fatigue from their late-night snuggling.
The haziness made him wonder again if Spock was drunk. He knew it was
an absurd thought but how else to explain this? It couldn't be
anything to do with his Time. Memories of their quick stop to Vulcan,
after their bonding had caused Spock to go into pon farr, flickered
through his thoughts. Lost in those memories he jolted abruptly when
McCoy's voice interrupted his musing.
"Jim, you better turn over the con and get down here immediately."
Kirk chilled from his adamant tone.
"What's wrong with him?" Almost choking on the words, fear gripped
his heart. Just then, yeoman Davis handed him a padd requiring his
signature. As he signed it with a quick glance at its contents, he
realized he was holding his breath.
"Now, Jim. You don't want me saying this over the comm."
"I'm on my way," Jim answered, quickly handing the padd to his
yeoman. Ordering Sulu to take the con, he didn't wait to hear the
helmsman's reply as the doors to the turbolift closed.
In sickbay, he discovered two additional security guards by McCoy's
office. They both glanced with trepidation at the door, then their
captain. "Why are you here?" he asked chief Garrovick.
The security chief signaled for Mr. Leslie to take his place and
gestured for the captain to follow him. "Doctor McCoy called us in to
help with Mister Spock, sir." Seeing his captain's stricken
expression he quickly explained. "He isn't harmed… just agitated.
It's probably best that Doctor McCoy explain, sir."
Kirk noted the red blush that passed the chief's face but ignored it.
Quickly following the young officer into the disorder that had taken
over the end rooms of sickbay, he viewed the chaos. The section
seemed to be in upheaval with people moving furniture and boxes.
Chief Garrovick led him to an isolation room at the far end of the
corridor. The usually see through windows had been changed to opaque
so he couldn't see who occupied the room until he was inside.
Two nurses were filling boxes with the contents of the drawers and
McCoy was shouting orders. The doctor handed one of the heavy boxes
to Garrovick, "Take this to my office. Better yet, leave it near my
door. Don't open that door unless you have no choice." With an
exasperated sigh he tossed Jim a quick look. "It's about time you got
"What's going on? Did Nurse Chapel and Uhura move the Christmas party
to sickbay or something?" He looked around for Spock, but the first
officer wasn't in the room. "Where's Spock?"
"This is no time to ask silly questions. Get undressed, a robe is
hanging on the back of the door in the in the head. McCoy pulled Kirk
aside just as one of the security guards and an orderly pushed a low-
gravity carrier into the room. There was a mattress balanced
capriciously on it. The men struggled to maneuver it around the boxes
to a thick molded frame that was already set up in the corner.
"What is this?" The captain demanded above the noise, but was
"Pictures, too, Christine. Anything breakable," McCoy ordered over
his shoulder while shoving Jim towards the head. Kirk refused to
"Where's Spock?" anxiety punctuated the question, but McCoy was
distracted maneuvering a skin graft machine towards Christine.
"Put this in room 1 for now. Lets hope there won't be a need for the
isolation rooms for a few days," he mumbled. "Oh, yeah, don't forget
those three boxes of holiday decorations Uhura slid into the closet."
"We'll have this set up in two minutes," The orderly promised as the
mattress was finally lifted off the carrier.
"Nurse Walkins will help you make it. Only these two boxes by the
door are left for you two to carry. And don't forget to set up that
other bed in my room. I gotta sleep too, ya know." McCoy tried again
to push Jim to the head, but he steadfastly refused to move.
"Tell me what the hell is going on or I'm going to start ordering
people thrown in the brig," The captain roared, instantly getting
everyone's attention. "Where is Spock? Remember him? Your patient."
McCoy ordered everyone back to work then faced his agitated
captain, "He's in my office, and I'll have him brought here in a
minute. We're removing perishables just in case. Since this room
isn't used very often I tend to store equipment and supplies here. I
don't know how long this room will be off limits, so I'm moving what
we can." The words were said to Jim but the befuddled captain had the
impression Bones was talking to himself. "Then you're putting Spock
here? What's wrong with him? And what is this?" Jim asked pointing at
the bed in the corner that was being made.
"It's my bed." McCoy turned to catch the two men leaving with their
arms full, "Tell Garrovick we're almost ready for Spock. It will be
just a few more moments." He turned back to Jim. "This is the only
ICU unit that is soundproof. It usually holds up to three beds, but
we moved two out and brought mine in because it's a bit bigger. I
don't need you two breaking hips by fallen' off the bed." The last
sentence was whispered as he looked to see that the others weren't in
earshot. "Put the robe on, there isn't much time to explain."
"Then I suggest you make the time. I want to know what the hell is
going on? Spock was practically a basket case on the bridge. I get
called down here and everyone acts like they've been sipping eggnog
from a holiday party that started two days early."
"I'll fill you in once you undress. We're running out of time." McCoy
struggled again to push the obstinate captain towards the head. Nurse
Chapel and Walkins had returned a few moments earlier for the holiday
boxes and when Jim pulled away from McCoy he accidentally fell
against Chapel. With a clatter, one of the boxes hit the floor.
Holiday ornaments and small containers of various decorations
scattered across the floor.
"Damn! At least they're unbreakable," Bones exclaimed as he joined
the women in picking up the mess.
The security guard at the door came in to help, while giving the
doctor a message, "Chief Garrovick said to tell you your office is a
mess. Leslie and he are guarding the door but Mister Spock broke the
entrance sensor. They are holding phasers on him to keep him from
McCoy rolled his eyes and muttered something unintelligible.
"Tell me what's going on, NOW!" the Captain exploded, grabbing
McCoy's arm. "Phasers on Spock? I want answers RIGHT NOW!! Consider
it an order!"
The guard and Walkins quickly scrambled out the door. Nurse Chapel
followed carrying the hastily repacked box. Jim could swear that on
her way out she gave him a sympathetic look.
"Okay," McCoy tried to talk soothingly. "Spock will be all right…
this is temporary. He had an allergic reaction to something called
Tellarite Canauza Chakkas."
"Oh, you mean those chocolate cherry things Spock bought me for a
holiday treat. Only they weren't real chocolate…or real cherries. He
sent for them to surprise me when he found out I love…"
"Yeah, well he's about to surprise you, all right."
"You said he's allergic? We only had one each late last night… or
rather real early this morning." A small smile at the memory crossed
his face. "They were good but almost too sweet for my taste." Jim
watched McCoy pick up a rolled banner that had escaped. "I don't get
it. You gave him something to counteract the allergy, right? What
does Spock's allergy have to do with all this?" he looked around the
"I looked up the ingredients. 80% of Vulcan males have a reaction to
"And you treated him. So what's this about security holding him
hostage? Is he contagious? Spock wouldn't fight quarantine." Jim's
face suddenly paled, "Oh, my God. It's serious isn't it. He's really
sick, and you ordered me here because you think I caught whatever he
has." Jim grabbed both of McCoy's arms, "You've got to help him… he's
… he's everything to me."
The fear in Jim's eyes touched McCoy and his voice spoke with the
tone of years of consoling patients. "Spock will be okay, Jim. I
wouldn't lie to you about that. He isn't contagious, but he needs
your help. I suggest you undress, now."
McCoy pulled away and yelled at the doorway, "Christine, tell
Garrovick to give us at least three minutes, then bring him in."
"Why do I have to undress? They were just chocolate cherries, I
didn't react to them." Jim looked at the doctor like he was
crazy. "Tell me how I can help Spock."
Christine popped her head back in. "Chief Garrovick wants to know if
you really want them to stun him."
"Oh for god's sake. Can't three security guards handle one Vulcan?"
McCoy griped while Christine shrugged then tossed Jim another look of
pity as she left.
"Why does Garrovick want to shoot Spock? And why does she keep
looking at me like that?"
"Jim!" Spock's shout bounced around the barren room. Before Jim could
react, the Vulcan rushed over and gathered him into a bear hug. Jim
released an involuntary protest when his feet lifted briefly from the
The security guards who ran panting into the room tried not to notice
the embrace, but they were obviously relieved Spock was no longer
their problem. Chief Garrovick cleared his voice and tried to
explain. "I'm sorry, Captain, he finally realized we wouldn't really
shoot him and pushed past us. He knew you were here and thought we
were hiding you."
Jim's shocked face studied Spock carefully. "Are you all right?" He
tried to gently pull away but Spock held him tighter. Realizing his
struggling was upsetting Spock he stayed in the embrace but wiggled
to a position of being able to face the others in the room. Taking a
deep breath he forced himself to not take his embarrassment and
agitation out on his crew. "It's okay, Chief. I appreciate everyone's
help." With a slightly reddened face he sarcastically added, "You can
all go home now."
McCoy herded the two guards and Christine out the door.
Turning his attention back to Spock, Jim felt his overly hot forehead
and rubbed it gently, allowing one thumb to caresses an upswung
brow. "Bones told me you had a reaction to those candies. They were
just chocolate cherries. How did they cause all this?" His
apprehension rose as Spock suddenly grabbed the hem of his gold shirt
and pulled it over his head, tossing it nonchalantly to the floor.
"Spock?" He quit squirming when Spock briefly released his grip to
pull off his own shirt. But the Vulcan somehow managed to get it
tangled on his wrist. Afraid he would break his arm if he continued
the struggle, Jim helped him untangle it. He growled at McCoy, "Are
you going to fill me in or what?"
With one arm pulling him closer, Spock immediately started kissing
Jim's neck while lifting his own boots one at a time to remove them.
"Please Spock… let me talk to Bones. You can get undressed while I
do. Just let go a moment."
"No!" Spock resumed his kisses, and somehow maneuvering one boot off
to send it flying across the room and landing on the extra sickbay
bed in the corner. The other one followed while Jim tried to get
Spock to stop tugging at his pants fastener.
McCoy cleared his throat, "I tried to get you to undress."
"I'm listening Doctor… explain this! Quickly." Jim twisted his head
to encourage Spock to kiss the back of his neck so he could glare at
"Okay, I'll make this brief." A knock at the door interrupted him.
"God, no!" Jim muttered.
McCoy opened the door and took the extra towels and sheets from
Christine. She quickly gave Jim a 'hang in there' smile then left
with a loud sigh.
Spock broke the fastener on Jim's pants with a broad smile. Before
Jim could protest he was standing in his briefs with his pants
bunched around his feet, "Spock… wait…"
"No!" Spock twirled Jim around, not noticing his mate's tangled feet.
Jim tripped forward, landing on the new bed. "Perfect," Spock
exclaimed, squeezing the firm muscles of his companion's buttocks.
McCoy quickly interjected, "As you've guessed the reaction to the
ingredients acts as an aphrodisiac. Kind of a mini pon farr."
Jim paled and McCoy continued reassuringly, "This time it's supposed
to be nonviolent, but he's as clumsy as hell. He can't seem to hold
still and started examining everything he could get his hands on. And
not caring what he broke. I believe he was attempting to get his mind
off you: the center of his universe."
"I noticed!" Sarcasm again filled his voice as Jim struggled to stop
Spock from taking his briefs. "Just give me a minute, Spock."
"No!" Spock repeated and resumed his pull on the dark briefs. The
sounds of a ripped garment was heard. Jim felt the heated blush all
over his body when strong hands lifted him to his knees.
McCoy spotted a bight red mark on Jim's cheek and moved to examine
it. "Wow, that must have hurt." He started to touch it but Spock
slapped his hand away with a grunt.
The doctor was incredulous, "Did he just growl at me?"
"You expect me to explain any of this?" Jim's frustration showed in
the irritated look he tossed to McCoy. He was trying to draw Spock's
attention from his privates where the Vulcan had plunged his hand
between the strong thighs and started tugging his shaft.
"I guess not." McCoy snickered as he headed for the door, but turned
to explain, "As I was saying earlier, unlike regular pon farr,
instead of concentrating on his need to release, all his attention is
on his desire to please his mate. That means you, Captain, sir."
Jim moaned, partly from frustration, and partly from the fact that
Spock's hand was gently teasing his balls. He tried to bring his
knees higher on the bed but his feet were still tangled. He managed
to kick one boot off and free a foot. "Spock, at least get us
"No. No time," Spock mumbled as he started kissing Jim's rear while
unfastening his own pants.
Jim noticed McCoy was still gawking and glared at him. "It was just a
"Tellarite Canauza Chakkas." McCoy offered, looking back with
unashamed interest. Jim and he had spend many shore leaves together
before the captain fell head over heels in love with Spock. Watching
this man in the thralls of pleasure with shared lovers was a beauty
he missed. "This will last a few days so I'll let you know how the
holiday party goes. We'll save your gifts for later."
Jim started to make a cryptic remark but his breath was suddenly
taken from him when Spock increased the momentum on his shaft. Overly
warm lips trailed teasing kisses down his crack. "You only… ate one,"
he panted between breaths.
"He ate eight this morning, just before reporting to the bridge."
"You ate all my chocolates?" Jim's head shot up, looking at Spock
between his legs. All he saw was the bobbing dark silk hair. "They
were my… gift. Yes… Spock. Oh... my…"
Spock kept his fist busy but looked up to greet Jim's eyes gleaming a
fogged erotic dance. "They were delicious!" Spock smiled then bent
lower, spreading Jim's cheeks apart with a caressing hand. His tongue
was searching for the tender opening. "So are you," his mouth soon
found the new treat. Jim's head flopped back and soon his hips were
thrusting to Spock's rhythm.
"Ghod…Yes." Jim looked towards his friend who was starting to
leave. "Bones! Tell Scotty to take… command… if… oh…"
"I know, if an emergency happens, it better be damn good," Bones
McCoy grinned, meeting Jim's eyes, the green specks glowing with
excitement. The hazel orbs seemed to smile through the haze at
him. "We love ya… Bones."
"I know… I love you both ya know."
Jim's voice caught, then released a sigh as he rode out the release
of pleasure, semen coating Spock's fist and the newly made bed.
McCoy watched his friend shudder with the wave of gratification. An
excitement filled the doctor as he savored the beauty of it. "I need
to track down a certain communications officer and see if she's busy
tonight," he muttered to himself. Reaching into his pocket the doctor
pulled its contents out and waited for Spock to lift his head a
moment. "Spock!" When he had the Vulcan's attention, he tossed the
tube to him.
"Another holiday gift," Spock said enthusiastically.
"Use it! Happy holidays, you two. If you need anything…hit the comm."
"Thank you for not letting the security guard shoot me." Spock called
Dialing the lights low, McCoy's laugh followed him through the door.
Jim soon understood what he had been told over Spock's restlessness.
Despite the lack of aggression, Spock became as insatiable as he had
been during pon farr, only determined to pleasure his lover with
equal enthusiasm. Within what Jim realized was the first sixteen
hours, according to the chronometer on the wall, he was exhausted and
sore. The Vulcan's mood swings kept him on edge. Talkative at times,
sullen at others, Spock's emotional rollercoaster made Jim worry.
Now that Spock had fallen into a deeply needed sleep, Jim finally had
control over his own bodily functions. Jim rose to go to the head but
was shocked when his body hit the floor.
"Jim! You should have woken me."
"I think I just did," Kirk muttered, trying to pull his one remaining
boot from the pant leg that tripped him. It became complicated with
Spock holding his leg trying to figure out how to pull the pants over
the boot. "Spock, I take it you're still a bit incoherent. Will you
let me do this… please."
"No. It is my duty to take care of your needs. You are mine." Luckily
a sharp tug on the pant legs' bottom pulled the boot with it. "See… I
Jim grinned watching Spock's joyous expression as the Vulcan
untangled the boot from the pants in his hand, held it in the air,
then tossed it into the corner. "You truly are a holiday miracle. I
never dreamed I would see you so… loose." Quickly removing his socks -
-and Spock's, he noticed the Vulcan was suddenly very still. He
looked up into the crestfallen features. With a sigh, Jim prepared
for another major mood shift.
"Spock. What's wrong?"
"You do not approve of my.. personality?"
"I didn't say that! Sheesh, Spock. Would I have bonded with you if I
didn't enjoy being with you? You're a delightful wonder. Discovering
what you are all about is more exciting to me then finding out what's
inside that nebula is to you. I love you." Jim pulled Spock into his
arms. "Look. I really want to stay and hug you… but if I don't get to
that head soon..."
Without another word Jim was instantly lifted and taken to his
"I could do this by myself," he softly pleaded.
It was another thirteen hours before Spock settled down enough for
Kirk to risk checking in with the bridge. He knew Scotty would be in
the command chair and if anything had gone wrong, either Sulu or he
would have yelled. But the captain couldn't relax not knowing what
was going on with his ship.
Spock opened his eyes at the sound of Jim's voice on the wall comm.
Jim signaled for him to stay quiet for fear his emotions would still
be erratic. Spock put his finger on his own lips and winked. "Oh
Ghod!" Kirk muttered with a roll of his eyes just as Scotty responded
to his call.
"Scott here, Captain."
Kirk turned his attention to the wall and asked Scotty for an update
on their status. All seemed to be going as expected and Mister Scott
assured him the radiation threat was under control. The science lab
was able to successfully collect the data from the distance they were
maintaining. He said science officer DeMille wanted Mister Spock to
know two more stars had been discovered in the nebulae.
"Fantastic!" Spock responded with a loud joyous lilt.
Jim jumped. He hadn't realized his companion was standing directly
Concerned over his bondmate's anxiety, Spock nudged closer to Jim's
back and circled him with his long arms. Immediately he encased the
dwindled appendage in one hand and squeezed.
The captain had been listening to Scotty's remarks over the shield
levels when he suddenly hissed, flinching from how sore he was. Jim
attempted to pull Spock's hand away, but the Vulcan just squeezed his
fingers in return and continued nudging the penis tip. Jim's hiss was
louder this time. He softly slapped Spock's hand.
"Captain? I didna' get that last question," Scotty inquired.
"Scotty, the numbers on the… matter mix." He manage the words trying
to not panic.
Spock had responded with a pout, then turned Jim's body to face him.
Falling to his knees he saw the redness on Jim's penis and carefully
kissed the tip. "I will make you feel better.'
"No, Spock!" Kirk whispered with alarm. His eyes again rolled to the
ceiling with exasperation when Spock took the shrunken organ in his
mouth and started sucking tenderly. "Ahh…" Jim moaned as some of the
tension melted, then remembered the comm. The captain realized he
asked the engineer to repeat himself a second time and put his hand
over the comm, "Please…" he whispered. Spock ignored him.
"Scotty.. I'll.. a second…" He fumbled on the wall behind him to hit
the switch off, falling against the wall in the process. "Damn Spock,
it does feel better. But I can't. Let me… talk then… oh, Spock."
The Vulcan raised his head with a smile, "I want to make it grow."
When he returned to take the cock into his mouth he was pleased to
see it had grown considerably.
Scotty was stunned on the bridge. Surprised expressions gleamed on
the faces around him. He was about to turn the comm off when a
startled yelp came through the channel.
"Not your teeth." Kirk growled in a harsh whisper and Scotty glared
at the crew. His own red face added to their snickers.
"Spock,." the captain said hoarsely, "No teeth! Yes that's right… oh,
yes. Do that…too sore… no teeth." Kirk shook his head to clear it.
His head rolled sideways on the wall as he enjoyed the pleasure
starting to grow in his groin. Fear knotted in his stomach when he
heard what vaguely sounded like soft laughter from the wall. He
blinked at the green light. "Damn! The switch." Cringing, Jim was
unsuccessful in pushing Spock gently away and twisted partially back
to the wall --Spock scooted with him, his mouth full.
"Scotty?" Kirk's voice was filled with the unspoken question.
The commander hesitated to answer. His hand was still frozen over the
comm switch in shock. 'Where's a Klingon attack when ye need one,' he
prayed. "What was that, sir? I couldna' hear ye..." Scotty flashed a
warning glare to the smiling crew.
"Are… are you still there?" Kirk was hoping the communication panel
had chosen that moment to melt. In case it didn't --he mentally
pictured himself crawling away to a dark cavern on a deserted planet.
"Can I go with you?" Spock beamed up at him after picking up the
thought. Kirk softly bounced the side of his head on the wall.
Spock shrugged and returned to licking his main objective. When his
lover sharply inhaled again, he moved further down to the scrotum,
gently using his lips to pull on the tightened skin.
Kirk bit his lip and savored the taste of blood to keep from moaning.
He tugged on Spock's ears to distract him but his mate simply
released the balls and moved to again capture Jim's shaft. A groan
that he couldn't help escaped him.
Back on the bridge, Scotty was cringing at the pain in his young
captain's voice. He chose to think the groan was from Kirk's
embarrassment. It would make it easier to face the crew without his
face getting redder then it already was. "Sorry, sir. Ahh...we were
distracted by a wee cloudburst emergin' from the anomaly on the
viewscreen. Lieutenant DeMille assures me it's harmless, but we're
after steerin' clear o' the hazard, just in case."
"Oh… good," Kirk wasn't sure if his remark was to Scotty or Spock who
took him deeper, moving rapidly up and down. Swallows from the heated
throat drove Jim crazy but he fought the distraction.
The captain sounded out of breath when Scotty heard; "Very… very
good… Sp.. Scotty. Kirk… out."
Again meeting the crew's eyes, the commander was pleased to see they
returned to their duties. "Aye, good crew," he mumbled just loud
enough for the closest ones to hear.
Three weeks after being 'released' from sick-bay, Jim and Spock were
asked by Doctor McCoy and Lieutenant Uhura to meet them in unit 27 of
the officers' storage lockers. The officers arrived together after
the end of alpha shift, both hoping this would be a brief encounter.
It was the first evening they would have together since the holiday
due to Spock working extra hours on the material collected on the
"What's this about, Bones?" Jim tried not to show his irritation, but
his impatience leaked through. McCoy ignored him, but Uhura sent an
"Time for your holiday gifts," McCoy grinned while patting the top of
one of three crates they were leaning against.
Jim shared confused looks with Spock. "We already celebrated the
"I, for one, do not care to be reminded of it." Spock held his hands
stiffly behind his back.
Jim sent him a reassuring smile. It had only been recently he could
walk down a corridor without at least one crew member blushing or
ducking their head to avoid meeting him in the eye. He knew no one
had dared to give Spock the same treatment but his bondmate was very
embarrassed by his 'allergic reaction.'
"This will explain it, sir," Uhura handed the captain an old-
fashioned envelope. "It's a holiday greeting card addressed to both
of you." Before any more questions could be asked, McCoy and she
headed for the door. Jim grinned at the doctor when he noticed his
friend grab the lieutenant's hand on the way out.
"It seems the Doctor has made progress in his attraction to our
communications officer," Spock noted, taking the greeting card from
"It's about time. But I'll miss his attention." Reaching an arm
around his companion's waist, Jim turned to Spock and the card. He
noticed that the card's cover had a painting of two turtle doves
nesting in a tree. A sour flavor in his throat alerted him that they
hadn't heard the last of their holiday encounter.
Spock held it up and read out loud: "Contents of these crates go to
our favorite Enterprise couple. We wish to thank you for reinforcing
the ideals of why we strive to keep our home worlds safe while
exploring the galaxy. You reminded us all of that basic need to love
and care about those closest to us --no matter the circumstances.
Thank you for giving us a loving holiday. Signed: The crew of the USS
"Well, that was nice, I guess," A heated blush teased at Jim's
face. "But what's in the crates?"
"There is a postscript. I do not believe it will make you happy." Jim
watched Spock's ear tips highlight a deeper green tint.
Taking the card, he promptly read aloud: "Enclosed you will find 432
boxes of Tellarite Canauza Chakkas." Jim stopped to roll his eyes
again, and decided to count to ten… or twenty at this point, he
mused. With a loud sigh he continued reading; "430 boxes are from
each member of your crew. The last two are from Sarek and Amanda of
Vulcan. P.S. Amanda contacted the ship to wish you a happy holiday.
She was upset when she heard you were both in sickbay so Doctor McCoy
informed her why you couldn't be reached."
"Now we know why Leonard scurried out of here so fast," Spock tried
not to growl.
Jim turned back to the card, "A few days later I informed her of our
arrangement for a surprise gift. When she told Ambassador Sarek, he
suggested adding the two boxes from them --for future enjoyment."
Spock was studying his feet, attempting to not allow the heat of
irritation to surge deeper within him. He sympathetically watched Jim
step forward and lean on one of the waist-high boxes with a
"I don't believe this. What are we supposed to do with these?" Kirk
muttered with a befuddled chuckle. He shuddered in memory of all the
looks and covert snickers.
"We could share them with the crew," Spock suggested moving behind
Jim and drawing him snugly into his arms. He gazed at the crates as
if they were the enemy.
"I wonder." Jim turned his face to give Spock's lips a quick tender
kiss. "We have what…nine different species presently aboard? What if
any of them have a similar reaction? It might take some of the
attention from us."
A raised brow showed the Vulcan's pondering. "It could prove most
interesting. Or we could sprinkle some Rigellian aphrodisiac powder
on the candy."
Jim laughed in astonishment, "You devious Vulcan! It's a shame no one
else sees this side of your personality."
With a sigh, Spock continued to glare again at the Tellarite Canauza
Chakkas. "It was just a passing thought."
"I think it's a pleasant thought." Jim laid the back of his head on
Spock's shoulder and watched the boxes with equal dismay. "At least
we'd have the happiest ship in Starfleet."