Notes:
- This my first fanfiction for anything ever. On top of that my English, though not bad, isn't my first language. Please be merciful.
- I've only recently become a Star Trek fan. My heart lies with the new universe, but I am currently allowing myself to become acquainted with the original material. The point I'm trying to make is: I sincerely apologize to anybody who feels I've grossly ignored or ruined anything from Star Trek on account of my incomplete knowledge of everything canon.
- Though this story focuses on sex, I couldn't get myself to not write a bit more around it, because I felt that without such it would be just another copy of the hundreds of smut-fics out there. This resulted in this first chapter not having any action yet.

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Update 29/09/13: For me to have a higher chance of maintaining consistency in some upcoming chapters of the sequel to this story, I felt I had to read my writings here again. Whilst doing so I took the opportunity to edit a little bit here and there. By the way, speaking of that sequel, to those of you who are following that story too: I know it's taken me long but the new chapter is almost ready to go online!

Spock was sitting at the desk in his quarters, quickly, but carefully scanning the information on his PADD.

He and Kirk had gotten together for one of their regular chess matches. It had ended in a draw, as many of the matches had lately. After the game was over Kirk had lingered around and had gotten himself into quite a heated discussion with Spock. Of course compared to what a heated discussion between two Humans would have been like, it had been nothing. Spock had never even changed his perfectly calm and composed way of speaking. However, as Spock had been determined that a certain statement Kirk had made was erroneous, and Kirk refused to come to terms with that, things had gotten to the point where Spock had walked over to his desk, picked up his PADD, and declared he would look up the information, then and there, to settle the matter.

"Jim, I've found evidence that is sufficient to determine that you were indeed mistaken. The source is reliable. You may choose to come over here to see for yourself, if you still do not believe me," Spock said whilst still staring at his PADD, reading the context of the specific part that had proved the correctness of his memory, to make sure it wasn't contradicted there.

Kirk somewhat smiled and lazily got up from his seat to sort of wander over to Spock. He came to stand half beside, half behind Spock and glanced over the PADD for a moment.

Spock yanked himself from his bowed posture to sit up with an impossibly straight back and turned his head to face Kirk with enlarged eyes. Kirk had slid his hand underneath Spock's shirt, now resting on the skin just above the edge of Spock's Starfleet trousers. Kirk let out a puff of air that could have been the beginning of a chuckle. Spock continued to gape at him until he spoke.

"Honestly, Spock, I don't give a rat's ass about the argument. I just want to..."

Kirk never finished his sentence, but he didn't need to. Spock knew.

He could tell by the way that Kirk looked at him, as he had come to figure the meaning of such a look by seeing it directed at some kindly smiling female many a-times. Actually on occasion, when Kirk thought nobody was looking, Spock had also seen it directed at some male specimen.

He could support the theory, already presumed as true, by what would be best described as a series of incidents in the past. There had been this once when Kirk had ingested by far too large a quantity of alcoholic beverages. While Spock had been trying to look after him and get him to his quarters without causing too much damage, at some point Kirk had pushed Spock into a wall and 'felt him up'. The sudden invading touches, that completely shattered the concept of personal space, had startled Spock so that he had reached out and performed the neck pinch on Kirk before he was aware he was doing it. He had then carried Kirk to his quarters and spent the rest of the night feeling bad about his lack of control that had resulted in his captain's passing out. Added to this incident where the countless off-hand flirtatious remarks Kirk made, especially when he and Spock were alone. At first Spock hadn't understood the meaning of these, finding Jim's choice of words, Jim's emphasizing certain parts of his speech, the intonations of some things, illogical. When he did come to understand the flirting a bit more, he simply pretended that he still didn't. It was easier that way.

And then of course, Spock knew what Kirk wanted, because he could sense some of Kirk's feelings through to the skin to skin contact.
Spock had looked away from Kirk for a moment and now turned to look back.

"Captain... Jim...," Spock struggled to find an appropriate way to address Kirk. Appropriate for the moment, that is. "I know what you seem to want, but I need for you to vocally confirm that you find it wise to act upon it, that you really do wish to act upon it."

Now Kirk did know that it was terribly unwise. Hell, sleeping with any crew member was probably unwise. So for the captain to have sex with his first officer was more like totally completely utterly dumb, like picking-a-fight-with-four-guys-at-a-bar-over-a-gir l-that's-not-even-into-you dumb. However that particular incident had been the beginning of a series of events that had gotten him where he was now: Captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise, savior of planets. Jim smirked at that last thought.

Actually it was pretty much Jim's style to go all in whenever the opportunity arose, and it just so turned out that he was a damn lucky bastard. The opportunity had now arisen again, Spock seemed more open for what Kirk wanted now than ever before, so why abandon his strategy now?

"Hell yes, Spock, I very much wish to act upon it," Jim finally said. His heart picked up speed and he felt very warm, his body was anticipating that now it would finally happen. Spock wouldn't ask questions such as he did if he did not want it. Kirk was very excited.

It had all begun as a sort of game. He knew how buttoned up Spock was . Therefore it would make him both uncomfortable if Jim would make advances, as well as that he would do everything within his power to not let that show. Teasing Spock was the perfect entertainment for James Tiberius Kirk.

After a while though, Kirk had found that it wasn't only teasing anymore. A genuine interest had arisen. It was probably because Spock was so exotic. Kirk always got an extra kick from getting into bed with alien races, but Spock was extra interesting. Vulcans were very private about anything that wasn't strictly necessary for outer-worlders to know about them, their biology and their bedroom habits were on top of that list. Next to that Spock wasn't even fully Vulcan, he was also half-Human, and that was bound to have some effect on him as well. It made Kirk wonder... and that turned him on like crazy!

Kirk moved his hand more to Spock's side, so that it mimicked the ghost of a hug, and leaned into Spock close enough to be able to lick his ear, would he choose to stick out his tongue.

In his most seductive voice he whispered: "Would you like to be your captain of service in the matter, Mr. Spock?"
"If the captain wishes that of me, I will," came the emotionless response.

When Spock and Kirk had just become acquainted, Spock had found the other quite excruciating. Of course their first encounter had been after Kirk had defeated the Kobuyashi Maru test in a way that was unacceptable, and that had been only the beginning. Kirk had then gotten himself aboard the Enterprise whilst being on Academic Suspension and from there on out had made it a habit to go against all rules and regulations that did not suit him, and seemingly being rewarded for it. Spock had been rather frustrated with Captain Pike for nourishing the idea in Kirk's head that he could act as he pleased. That he didn't need to comply with the rules. That somebody would pull some strings for him to make him an exception, that there was always some a way for him to make the impossible possible. Indeed, he had thought it a joke when he'd first heard Pike promote Kirk to first officer, whilst at the same time promoting Spock himself to acting captain.

And that frustration had undoubtedly been part of why Spock had chosen to 'maroon' Kirk at Delta Vega. That had actually already been the foreboding of his 'Emotional Compromise', caused by the very same man, but at the time he had been too proud to admit it. The contrast that was so evident when a single Vulcan was amongst large quantities of Humans, made Spock overestimate his own emotional controls to the point that he had indeed taken a blinding pride in it. And so pride had become his downfall.

But Kirk had done to him he had been humbled again and in that humbler state he had then later offered his services to Captain Kirk as the second in command. However in the beginning he still found it difficult to 'know his place'. It was a struggle not to take over when Kirk's disregard for regulation became evident again. And it was still difficult to trust Kirk to know what he was doing (and truthfully there had been plenty of times when Kirk simply did not.)

As time passed however, Spock learned that he had misjudged Kirk's character. He was not a lazy youth who tried to find an easy way out off everything, but instead a young man who needed to serve goodness. Also did Spock learn that sometimes it was indeed, and it took a lot of him to admit that even to himself, better to engage in Kirk's wild ideas than to 'do things by the book'. It had saved countless lives, countless times. Spock had even meditated, more than once, about whether or not they might have been able to do more for Vulcan and its inhabitants, as well as the Starfleet officers and students that been lost then, if they had listened to Kirk sooner on that dreadful day.

Yes, as time had passed Spock had found that actually James T. Kirk did seem to have a highly illogical ability to not quite have to comply to the rules to bring things to a successful end. He had even proved Spock's own words, that a captain cannot cheat death, to be quite wrong. And so Spock had come to place more and more trust in his captain, in Jim, and submitted to him more and more.

This, what he was about to do, almost appeared as a logical conclusion to that. After all, to let another person touch him so intimately, to feel him so intimately, to know him so intimately, would be the ultimate seal of trust. For another person to see him so vulnerable, to see him 'come undone', lose control... for another person to be the cause of that, it would be the ultimate submission.