Vulcan Sexual Habits
Author: T'Riva
Pairings: Kirk/Sarek, Sarek/himself, original characters
Warnings: NC-17, seduction, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, sex & humor
Disclaimer: Paramount owns these guys; I just take them out to play and don't get paid.
Summary: Captain Kirk discovers a pre-reform Vulcan text on the science of flirtation and seduction, and decides to test it on Ambassador Sarek during negotiations with a very sexual, free-loving people.
Constructive criticism always welcome!
Kirk didn't know where his obsession began, perhaps it was the restraint of the species, or perhaps the even more reserved nature of the only two Vulcans he knew-Spock and his father. He had been told it was due to their shouldering the legacy of the house of Surak. Upon meeting several other Vulcans, and seeing glimpses of emotion in only minutes and a more relaxed attitude, he agreed.
He had always known that Spock was insecure about his Vulcanness and so had to act more Vulcan. Spock was appraised often to determine just where he was human, if only an extra blink.
Sarek had the public eye trained on him with his position representing Vulcan as ambassador and as male head of the highest family. He was expected to appear Vulcan incarnate, though Kirk noticed his slips, whether it be a passionate speech in the Federation Council, looking like a love-sick puppy with his wife, or tossing a Tellarite.
He heard the argument that Gav lunged for Sarek's throat, but also saw Sarek's barely perceptible smug expression afterward, and heard word for word what was said when he watched the reception holo-vid. It was clear Sarek had had enough of Gav and wanted to bring the matter to a head, a bulkhead. He awaited an excuse to get physical, Kirk presumed.
A dangerous and unrestrained violence almost ended their race, and Surak had saved them. He thought it interesting that it was only the anger was discussed, when, in fact, it was all of the emotions were more extreme he found out, including lust. His perusal of their history showed an amazingly erotic element in all of their artwork before the Reformation. The songs, poetry and painting illustrated rapturous groping, licking, sucking and fucking, lots of it, and in every imaginable way. He thought it curious that that part of their history seemed to have been censored.
He had turned to finding black market Vulcan erotic art, and then more factual information on their sexual nature. And, as in most civilizations, suppressing the material made it spring up all over surreptitiously, even authenticated versions. He only had to search for it, and have the money to buy the pirated materials, before Kirk found a supply to answer so many interesting questions and peak his curiosity even further, to the point of his now undaunted obsession.
Due to their long warrior background, bisexuality became the norm, and somehow translated into a biological necessity due to pon farr. To this day, it seems that Vulcan males, with few exceptions, are bisexual. But due to their dwindling population and low birth rates it likely became imperative to sublimate the same sex unions to save their race by creating the tradition of betrothing and then bonding to the opposite sex at a young age to build a telepathic connection hard to break.
To Kirk's astonishment, he found a detailed book on sexual cues that Vulcans seem to read off of one another, similar to flirting, an interesting science still unrealized by even most humans of what attracts one to each other, yet is rarely understood. Being Vulcans, they researched it thoroughly in pre-reform times-quantifying and tabulating the smallest details so that it read like a recipe for sex, just pick your Vulcan. Though he assumed there had to be some 'pheromone fit' between the potential partners to be effective.
Kirk had found a possible gold mine, and while he didn't intend to torture any Vulcan out of sadistic impulse, and had no serious homosexual leanings himself (or at least not yet, but he always kept his mind open to any sexual possibilities) the idea of testing these theories was too intriguing, too seductive. It seemed as if fate had intervened to open his eyes to this new a potential.
Also, he needed to know if this was purely fanciful as the many pseudo-sciences that existed on Earth, or real, and therefore likely dangerous in the wrong hands, especially with humans' general affinity for, and curiosity with, Vulcans; too many to the point of obsession that it has its own term, Vulcanfilia, too commonly understood and seen. It was his duty, to couch it in Vulcan terms, he decided (with a grin) to explore the possibility, at least.
He had thought to use Spock as his first subject, since he was always close by, but felt concerned about the fact that his first officer might get the wrong idea, or that he might hurt their close friendship or so-effective command team and persona. But soon after his practice sessions alone were complete and he desired a test subject, a perfect situation developed.
They were to transport Ambassador Sarek to a world considering Federation membership. They had wanted both the ambassador himself as well as a representative of Starfleet so that they may meet with their supposed future 'protector.' There would be allowed no aides or secretaries, the reason for this was not provided. But it certainly fit well into his plans.
It was a communal type of people among a beautiful landscape of airy and moss-draped woods, as if plucked out of "A Midsummer Night's Dream." The humanoid-type inhabitants lived under feather-light, almost transparent tents. The people seemed not to think in terms of modesty or commitment, and in fact, seemed to couple quite randomly, often in the open, with no thought as to who might see or hear. They thought it perfectly appropriate to provide Kirk and Sarek with a single bed between them and no chance at privacy, unless they walked off into the woods.
It had been at their initial meeting when Kirk made his first move. Like a symphony, Sarek's usual grace and understated charm orchestrated an atmosphere of acceptance and generosity. Their possible new members were beaming and Sarek radiated his approval.
Kirk smiled and attempted to look competent and imposing though he felt that he rather blended in instead, which both irritated him and fueled the fire of his new expedition into the nether land of Vulcan sexuality. They had been tying up loose ends of this first session when Kirk started at Step One by catching Sarek's eye.
"Yes, Captain?" Sarek asked, looking curious.
Kirk held Sarek's eyes for the recommended count that pushed past the glance of acquaintance, longer than the look of a friend, but short of a threat, before glancing away. That should translate as sexual interest-almost predatory, yet without enmity.
"Oh, nothing," he said with a soft smile that was neither professional nor warm, something more animalistic, aggressive, like the pre-reform Vulcans might have radiated-he hunter stalking its prey.
Sarek looked somewhat confused, then blinked and turned back to collecting up their materials. He had much experience with many races, Kirk decided, that he had an understanding of how responses might not quite fit expectations. A learned tolerance and patience. Kirk let his gaze drift slowly down Sarek's body, imagining that he was still probably aware of Kirk's perusal through his peripheral vision, and not aware that Kirk realized this. Sarek's lips only tightened slightly.
On their way back to their hut, Kirk followed Sarek across the soft, spongy ground that would likely allow him to sneak up on Sarek later and spy on him, he realized. Scanning his form, he noticed the tight buttocks and muscled back, letting his thoughts lead him where they never had before. He had always appreciated the ambassador aesthetically from the moment he had first seen him approach across the shuttle bay on the journey to Babel. It was obvious from the crew's reaction that they also found him quite attractive.
But Kirk never let his mind wander into the realm of homoerotica. Was finding it more pleasing than he would've thought. He was getting turned on by watching the muscles shift and transfer their tension in Sarek's backside, the pull of the fabric across his broad back, as they followed the slight path and , and smiled at this new opportunity to push his experiment.
"Ambassador?"
Sarek slowed, stopped, and turned to Kirk with a relaxed, somewhat curious, expression.
Kirk straightened his posture, pressed his hips forward, so his slight erection would be more noticeable, and knew that his eyes should have noticeably dilated, and helped them along with the thought that Sarek would have to undress in front of him soon and imagining him removing his pants. He noticed Sarek's eyes flick down to the erection and away, looking vaguely uncomfortable as he met Kirk's eyes again.
"Captain?"
Kirk approached with that same soft, fuck-me smile he used on the ladies. Stepped closer than Sarek would feel comfortable with. Being the diplomat, Kirk was certain that the Vulcan wouldn't step away and risk insult. He gave a curious look, and leaned even closer. Sarek's expression faded to stone. "You smell good. Is that cologne?"
Sarek flushed slightly, likely at the intimacy of the action and remark. "Vulcans do not wear cologne, Captain." But he didn't comment on the illogical use of adorning one's body with unnecessary scents, which Kirk would have expected of any Vulcan. Kirk remembered Spock mentioning that the captain's own pheromones would more likely attract the ladies than his cologne.
Kirk cocked an eyebrow and still the fuck-me smile. "I assume we're having dinner together?"
Sarek blinked at that. "That would seem unavoidable since our meals will be delivered to our hut and we are its only residents." He turned rather abruptly and continued up the path.
Did he imagine the flippant tone? Kirk let his arm swing and brushed Sarek's hip, acting as if he hadn't noticed, but saw Sarek flinch ever so slightly at the contact.
Sarek put distance between them, seemingly bothered but likely unsure whether Kirk's forwardness was intentional or just another facet of his odd personality that Sarek found intriguing but unpredictable. The idea of the captain flirting with him would be the last thing he would likely think of, Kirk surmised.
The ambassador had surely heard of his reputation with the ladies with his race's excellent hearing and the amount of time spent so far on the Enterprise. Sarek had seen him flirt with several females, even since they arrived.
After they reached the hut, as Kirk predicted, Sarek politely ignored Kirk's seemingly inappropriate behavior and began to change into more casual attire for the long, cooler evening ahead. The sun was near the horizon, yet the several moons were already apparent so that it appeared the daylight would only be dimmed as if for a candlelight dinner, which Kirk thought entirely appropriate.
Sarek hadn't seemed to notice Kirk watching him undress to bare skin. Kirk took the time to admire the Vulcan's smooth skin that rippled with muscles beneath. It seemed almost entirely unblemished accept for the various scars from his many missions. He had heard that Vulcans didn't utilize cosmetic surgery for something so minor as a scar, as long as it didn't distract or impede function. He appreciated the taut, well-shaped buttocks and muscled thighs. His skin was a shade or two bronzer and richer than Spock's fairer complexion that appeared a bit greener.
Sarek turned to Kirk to reach for his warmer evening clothes and caught the captain watching him. Sarek's Vulcan lack of modesty kept him from turning away, but his curiosity finally got the better of him as Kirk allowed himself to stare at Sarek's front side without embarrassment or usual propriety allowing Sarek some semblance of privacy. His gaze drifted to Sarek's genitals-a well-endowed male, even for his broad-chested, 6' 2" frame-and wondered at Amanda's petite frame accommodating such.
He flicked his eyes up to Sarek's. "Your wife's a lucky woman." The tone was a little lewder than he'd even meant it to be, but he'd started to imagine touching that thick organ displayed before him, cupping the hefty balls in his palm The huskiness in his voice had been unexpected even to himself.
Sarek froze at that, a tinge of green on his cheeks. He'd embarrassed him; Kirk felt shock that was all it had taken.
He backed off a bit, "I just mean you're still in great shape, sir."
Sarek looked puzzled. "I am only 104.342 Terran years in age, Captain, equivalently about your age now. Vulcans age more slowly than Humans."
"You look good," Kirk added unnecessarily with the 'fuck-me' smile and another obvious sweep of Sarek's body. "Those robes you often wear hide to much."
Sarek's mouth quirked at that and an eyebrow climbed; he looked irritated and perplexed. "Perhaps there are benefits in such," he said coolly and turned to pull on what appeared to be very form-fitting pants and tunic made of an almost flimsy thinsulate material that barely veiled his nice package. Kirk smiled at how the usual Vulcan immodesty in casual attire would attract more attention on this planet than even on Earth.
He had heard that Vulcans were starting to change their casual attire to bulkier and less revealing around most other species, especially humans and Deltans. Too many incidents had occurred and the general attitude of the public was to blame the victim for his attire being too tempting. But Vulcans were also rarely available or interested, creating a base of resentment and irritation with them that though was illogical, was certainly Human or Deltan enough.
Kirk swore, as Sarek turned back toward him, that he could, at the right angle, see the double ridge pressing the fabric. He wondered if he might be able to flirt with Sarek enough to see it clearly through those pants. He thanked the stars this planet's normal temperature was close to 100 degrees, with only the slightest variation from day to night. He might be a little hot, but it allowed a nice view of the ambassador. It was warm enough that a robe was unnecessary, and Sarek would try to adjust in almost any way to fit in to ease the inhabitants discomfort.
Sarek was watching him quizzically. "Are you feeling well, Captain?"
Kirk couldn't help but tease a little, "I was about to ask you the same thing, sir. You looked a little flushed there for a moment."
Sarek's jaw tightened ever-so-slightly. "Perhaps you are feeling the 'cabin-fever' as your kind puts it. This society seems quite permissive. You might seek out one of the many females that looked…cooperative, to slake your…energies."
Kirk realized this was a semi-subtle insult. He had successfully angered the ambassador, but his flirting was subtle enough, or Sarek found it distasteful enough, not to refer to it specifically. Easier to imply Kirk was undisciplined, oversexed and likely unaware of his seeming predation.
Kirk decided to try to divert the ambassador with his famous innocent and hurt expression that could be quite convincing. "I was enjoying your company, sir. I have always respected and admired you. I'd hoped you'd also be gratified to share this mission with me."
Sarek blinked at that; his brows knitted. "Forgive me, Captain. Perhaps my separation from my wife is affecting me more than I realized. I meant no insult."
Bullshit, Kirk thought, but afforded a complacent look of relief. "Yes, it is…unsettling…to be around such permissiveness, and be…alone." He felt more than saw Sarek stiffen at that. Sarek may not have implied that he missed sexual relations with his wife, but Kirk had no trouble inferring so, albeit in a polite-sounding way. And Sarek couldn't clarify without discussing his sex life.
Kirk continued, "There appeared to be quite a few females with their eyes on you also, Ambassador." Kirk was beginning to enjoy the ambiguity game that was Sarek's irritating forte. He didn't exactly say the ambassador would have sex with one of the locals in the absence of his wife, just as Sarek hadn't actually said Kirk could go have sex with one or more of them. He met Sarek's stare with a pleasant and wholesome farm boy smile, ripened from many years in Iowa. "Shall we sit down to dinner. It should be along any moment."
Sarek merely nodded, but Kirk caught a quick double take from Sarek, as if trying to catch some duplicitous expression Kirk might allow. He was very much enjoying Sarek's company and grinned only when he turned away to step around the table, his face out of view. The ambassador was a brilliant and interesting man who could be quite gracious and charming when he desired. But Kirk was enjoying his darker, stealthier and sexier side at the moment, a bundle of hot coals that might be poked into a fire.
He had heard once that Sarek had said that his teasing of Amanda had rather potent benefits; Kirk, being into the teasing game himself, realized immediately what Sarek had meant. Bad boys were sexier, and teasing was enough to spice up those private times. The comment had given Kirk a window into Sarek's mostly hidden personality, adding to his already significant complexity and depth. Sarek often played humans like chess pieces-in diplomacy and, sometimes, in his personal life. Kirk would enjoy a bit of his own play against Sarek.
Half-naked, nubile young women brought trays of food in and set them about the table. Finger foods, all vegetarian as prescribed by this culture, but rich and decadent nonetheless. The richness would likely be unappreciated by Sarek and likely to give Kirk a stomachache. But the oils would allow for a lot of seductive finger-licking and sucking. Which gave him another idea. He motioned to one of the pretty servers. "Could we get a vessel of qua-lae, please?"
Sarek saw the pretty server smile hugely at Kirk and then Sarek, who closed his eyes, likely not only at the complete lack of discretion, but the impression it gave.
Kirk saw Sarek's reaction. Forced himself not to smile. "What?" He asked a little too innocently.
Sarek stared at him. "You do realize what you asked for?"
"Yes, lubricant. They said just to ask and they'd bring it. They were probably wondering why we hadn't asked for it sooner, surely they are all…busy with their own…by now." Kirk smiled. "I was just curious, since they offered it so often today."
"You asked for us, and for only one vessel," Sarek said, still sounding irritated to Kirk's ear.
"I thought you might be curious to see it, too." Kirk dug into the food, as if nothing out-of-sorts had occurred.
Sarek stared at him. "They would assume we would want to use it."
Kirk only stared as he chewed, not at all careful with the greasy food so that he would have more to lick and suck.
Sarek continued, tensing, slowing his speech as if speaking to a dense child. "We showed no interest in any of their females who offered themselves to us."
"Your point, sir?" Kirk was having difficulty keeping the grin off his face. He imagined steam coming out of Sarek's ears.
"They will now assume we will be having…making use of…that lubricant…between us."
Kirk so wanted to tell Sarek that all he had tried to point out to Kirk was not only clear long back, but intended to fluster his reserve for Kirk's amusement, but he feared how angry Sarek would become at that, and besides, he wanted the game to last. He allowed realization to dawn on his face after several believable beats. "Ohhhh."
He went for a little more mileage, "Well, you are quite handsome, and did I mention that your body…"
"Yes," Sarek uncharacteristically cut him off. "We should eat before the large quantity of grease congeals to make these dishes even less appetizing."
Kirk took full advantage of the tasty oils that continually coated his fingers. He licked and sucked his fingers to full abandon and much noise, noticing Sarek's discomfort. He began to judge which finger misfeasance had the greatest effect on the Vulcan and more efficient at making his companion as uncomfortable as possible.
He had known that Vulcans never licked or sucked their fingers in public no matter how messy their food, for the simple reason that Vulcans were very tactile, and their hands extremely sensitive, in fact, one of the top erotic locations on the body. He tried not to think of an analogy on humans that he would be licking. And then he did, he couldn't help himself. He covered his smile with a greasy wipe of his mouth, smearing more about to clean up.
Sarek picked at bits of food, obviously either not hungry, unenthused with the fare, or completely disgusted with Kirk's behavior. Then another idea came to mind. Vulcans lost their appetites when aroused. Perhaps he was having more success than he thought! And Sarek was eating so little, that Kirk began to wonder if there wasn't another reason he remained at the table. It wasn't like Sarek to dilly-dally.
"Sarek?" Kirk said, taking full advantage of his companion's lack of attention to brush his fingers lightly down his hand-a significantly erotic act toward a Vulcan. Sarek jumped and jerked his hand from the table. Kirk provided a thoughtful expression as he dipped his finger in and out of his mouth. Sarek stared momentarily, flushing again, before he looked over Kirk's shoulder instead.
"What are you looking at?" Kirk asked, imagining that it be like trying not to notice someone masturbating. He looked somewhat disconcerted and uncomfortable. He seemed to have lost interest in his food altogether but yet he didn't get up from the table. Perhaps he hoped Kirk would leave first and began to seriously wonder at the affect he had had on the ambassador.
"Nothing," Sarek said, tonelessly.
Kirk smiled. "Can be very distracting with all of the…physical activity…occurring around us. So can Vulcans really meditate away those frustrations?" He gave his most innocent expression.
The Vulcan turned to stone again. "I think I once told you that what a Vulcan meditates on is a most personal thing, not to be discussed." His tone was cool; he seemed to want to deflect Kirk's curiosity, or perhaps any argument to more easily let the subject die.
Kirk had done some reading up on why Vulcans meditate since he had seen it was such a necessity for Spock and especially at Sarek's angry comment regarding such just before he collapsed on the journey to Babel. He now understood why that subject was such a bur for Sarek.
Vulcans meditated to sublimate their emotions that had built up by using logical analysis of events, but those emotions usually included a significant dose of sexual frustration. Emotions and sex-two things Sarek certainly would not want to discuss. Kirk decided that Sarek's need for meditation was too much to avoid embarrassment that moment.
As a noise caught Kirk's attention just outside the dome behind him, Sarek stood quickly, turned away and fairly stalked across the cabin. "I will be meditating for the next few hours if you don't mind."
Kirk missed his chance to catch whether Sarek had an erection, and sighed. He realized Sarek's comment had been rhetorical and polite, but he was tempted to say yes, he did mind, that he didn't want Sarek to destroy his only possible evidence. How would Kirk ever know if the cues had actually worked? He truly felt the scoundrel, for a moment or two but when else would he have such an opportunity, and such an environment?
Sarek kneeled at the far corner of the dome cover. His head bowed and his hands in front so that he looked almost to be praying. It seemed such a submissive pose for such a dominant male to take. He had seen Spock meditate often, but the son seemed like a lamb compared to the father, and it almost seemed an oxymoron and, at the same time, almost erotic to watch the ambassador settle into an almost vulnerable, if not sacrificial, pose, hardly conducive to what to all intents and purposes still seem like such a warrior people.
Kirk stared at the knelt figure trying to fathom what to do when their young server bustled back toward their dome for the dishes. As courtesy in this culture required, they each had to acknowledge another with a common greeting of the people, which was only a short greeting and a hand signal requiring both hands.
He noticed Sarek quickly rise to greet the young woman as she entered and so therefore was able to face away from the captain. The woman happened to look down near his crotch however and say something Kirk missed and Sarek replied with a courteous 'please do not concern yourself'. To which the young woman responded that she would very much like to extend all of the courtesies 'to his honor,' as they called him. She looked quite enthusiastic.
Sarek responded, "That will not be necessary, I assure you." She looked disappointed, and turned to Kirk, who had watched intently. She smiled and nodded in what appeared to be understanding.
She approached and grabbed at the dishes with a big smile at Kirk. "I will return quickly with the vessel of qua-lae," she said loudly enough for Sarek to hear. With this she looked over at Sarek and back to Kirk, further evidence as far as Kirk was concerned. But he might get even more…
"I don't think we'll need the vessel of qua-lae, after all," Kirk said.
The young woman looked confused. "But his honor might," she said quite confidently.
"I don't think he will," Kirk said.
"Perhaps your peoples are different?" She asked. "They don't prefer qua-lae to join?"
Kirk tried not to grin at her concern for their comfort, knowing she herself was causing severe discomfort for Sarek as he tried to meditate. He was sure that Sarek was intent on every word and willing her, as much as any Vulcan could, to leave.
Kirk couldn't have planned it better. "In some instances, depending on…
He was interrupted by Sarek rising to his feet suddenly. "I will be out for a walk," he said a bit brusquely and stepped out the door without turning.
The young server rushed off with the dishes.
Kirk grabbed at his shoes and followed Sarek surreptitiously.
End of Chapter One (Chapter Two coming soon!)