Manwhore

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I might make this a story, but for now it's an one-shot. I would probably take it into a slashy direction. any advice would be hapily had.

I frequently review the stories of those who review mine so... lets make a bargain.

James Tiberius Kirk had been called many things throughout his life. A bastard child. A rebel. A cheater. A genius level repeat offender. But all of it came nowhere even close to what his first officer had called him the other day.

"Sir, you seem to court a higher rate of women then any other human male I've known. Perhaps more then all of them combined."

"Oh really" Kirk laughed, Mr. Spock was as rigid as he was intelligent. "What do you suggest about this Mr. Spock"

"Well Captain, as a concerned first officer, I believe you are turning yourself into… well what is the human equivalent. Ah yes. A manwhore."

"A manwhore Mr. Spock?" Kirk was far from amused.

"Yes captain. Meaning a male of a species who takes part in relations, sexual or otherwise for-"

"Yes Spock I know the terms meaning." Jim was getting angry now. Spock's had some nerve.

"I apologize sir. I simply meant to caution you as to the adverse effects of such a life style. Please excuse me. I believe my shift is over." And with that, Spock turned sharply and exited the bridge.

A few hours later, Kirk left the bridge. His shift over, he turned the con over to the young Russian ensign, chuckling as the boy awkwardly sat in the Captains chair. He walked to his quarters, palmed them open, and stepped inside. He peeled his uniform off and splayed out onto his bed, naked but for his "I3 Tribbles" boxers. His anger was clearly not lost on the Vulcan. Spock had been smart enough to wait for the end of his shift before calling him a name. It wasn't like Kirk didn't have feelings. Sure, he may have pleasured a lady or two just based on looks but that wasn't all bad. The air in his cabin smelled heavily of various musk and perfumes. He flipped over onto his belly and reached his arms under his pillow. He felt a small garment under there and, with dread, revealed a very skimpy pair of women's underwear left behind by his last conquest. It bore a note "Thanks for the great time Jim!" He sighed, rolled his eyes, stood up and put the undies in the garbage chute

"Damn, maybe Spock was right."

He would talk to his first officer. Name calling was not okay. After all, he thought to himself

"If playground rules aren't in effect on this ship, then it is a full out mutiny"

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-TT