Introduction

Spock watched the room full of his crew members as they danced, drank, and partied with a mixture of disgust and morbid curiosity. Standing up straight, back rigid and hands clasped firmly behind him, the Vulcan wished that he had declined the invitation to this chaotic round of festivities. As was his usual custom, Spock planned to spend the evening meditating in his quarters, but was dragged into the fray by Lt. Uhura. It still surprised him that she insisted on being his friend even after he ended their relationship. The woman, who was currently dancing suggestively with a completely inebriated Scottish engineer, never ceased to amaze him. Still, he wished that there was a way to sneak out of the party without anyone noticing his comings or goings. Such was not to be the case.

"Hey, Spock." Jim called out from his place next to a red faced McCoy who held a bit tighter to his glass of scotch. "What are you doing out and about this evening?"

"Nyota indicated that she wanted me to join in with the celebration of your captaincy. I am merely acquiescing to her requested. However, given that I have now visited and am no longer interested in the evening's events I was planning to return to my quarters for the duration of the evening." His voice was cool and held no emotion as was his custom.

"Awe come on, Spock." Jim whined. "You can't just leave you haven't even had a drink yet, have you?
"As alcohol has no effect on Vulcan physiology, I do not see the point in partaking with the intent of inebriation." Spock began but was cut off as Jim pressed a drink into his hand anyway.

"Here, just have a drink." Jim insisted. "It's good, Lt. Uhura suggested it, she said you would probably like it."

Huffing in disgust, Spock brought the glass to his lips and took a drink. The taste was not unfavorable, and he could not distinguish the sweetness. It was something foreign to his palate. "Captain,"

"Jeez, when are you going to call me Jim."

Spock ignored his outburst. "Captain, what is this drink called?"

"It's a mudslide." Jim replied. "They're pretty good, more a girly drink in my opinion, but Uhura said she thought you would really like it."

Spock nodded and took several more drinks finishing it completely. "Are you satisfied? I have consumed the beverage, perhaps now you will let me retire for the evening?"

"Sure whatever," the Captain grumbled sullenly. "Can't ever hangout with us like a normal person."

"I would point out, Captain." Spock stressed the word. "It would not be possible to hangout—as you put it—like a normal person as I am of a different species and am therefore not normal." His voice became slow at the end of the sentence, almost as though he could not completely form the words. His vision began to soften around the edges as well, objects that usually stood stationary were beginning to move and he could feel his usually perfect center of gravity starting to shift. "Captain, I believe that something in that beverage has had an averse affect on my body," He stumbled as he stepped forward. "I think I need to…"

Jim shocked to see the man completely out of his element nodded. "Here, why don't I help you back to your room? I can slip right out when I drop you off." Spock, not sure if he could make it back to his quarters, simply nodded and allowed Jim to lead him along the hall toward their joined rooms.

As Jim pulled Spock's arm over his shoulders to allow the taller man to lean against him, Spock was bombarded by thoughts and feelings that were not his own. It was a rapid succession of emotions and images that under his current state of inebriation he was struggling to ignore. Spock was assaulted with images of them entwined intimately, hands wandering over bare skin, and lips whispering softly. Too much! The image of Jim Kirk making love to him was too overwhelming to ignore. As the door to his quarters swooshed open, Spock stumbled inside followed by Jim who could not take his eyes away from the slender Vulcan. Once inside, Jim walked Spock toward the Vulcan's bed, meticulously made with the most sensuous looking sheets and comforter than Jim had ever seen. Whoever said that Vulcan's had no indulgences were absolute morons, Jim thought. Reaching the bed, Spock attempted to detangle himself from Jim's arms only to loose what little balance he had and tumble onto the large bed with his captain falling directly on top of him.

Jim's breath caught as he landed on top of his incredibly sexy first officer. Oh shit, I can't believe I actually inside Spock's room on his bed with him. Before, Jim could think of what to do next however, he was being pulled down against a very warm chest. Their bodies were aligned perfectly and Jim couldn't help the tightening of his own groin as he brushed against Spock's. His first officer, however, didn't seem to be completely conscience at the moment—or else he was just ignoring their situation. As he breathed deeply in an effort to calm himself, Him realized that he was about to make an enormous mistake. Still, he couldn't resist as he leaned down and pressed their lips together. The flare of energy that flooded his body at that moment was enough to send him into cardiac arrest. The feel of Spock's lips warm, soft, and moist against his own made his heart thud against his ribs and his breath catch. He reached up and slid his fingers into the silky black hair that always managed to entice him on the bridge and reveled in the softness of it. Never having imagined this moment would come, and certainly never expecting his gorgeous first officer to respond in kind.

The low growl of pleasure that rumbled up from Spock's chest as they pressed closer to one another was enough to make Jim's cock rock hard. "Shit, baby." Jim gasped as he grinded against the sexy half-Vulcan beneath him. Spock hissed in pleasure and arched up giving Jim every inch of him self for the taking. And take, James T. Kirk certainly did.

Several hours later, Jim woke up snuggled against a very warm body. Not surprised by the fact that he was in bed with some, he grinned and stretched his arms across a very warm and very flat-chiseled set of abdominals. Well, my bed partner is a man—he thought with a smirk. It's been a while, but certainly not a disappointment. He must be hot, especially with muscle like this and no hair to speak of it seems. Unable to resist his curiosity, Jim opened his eyes only to be shock to the soles of his feet as his eyes light upon the softly set features of his sleeping first officer. Holy fucking shit, Jim thought in horror. I slept with Spock! OMG, I slept with Spock and when he wakes up he's going to kill me.

Not wanting to be there when Spock woke up, for fear of his safety and the safety of his manhood, Kirk quickly slipped from the satiny black sheets that pooled around Spock like ink and grabbed his clothing. Thanking his lucky stars that they were across the hall from one another, Kirk quickly dressed and slipped out as quietly as possible. What he didn't realize, however, was that Spock had been awake the entire time and as his Captain beat a hasty retreat, Spock felt a pang of regret that he knew didn't not belong entirely to him. As he realized this, fear welled up inside him that he had never experience before. If I'm feeling Jim's emotions then far more happened last night than I realized, he thought. Not able to lie in bed any longer, Spock sat up quickly and pulled on his meditation robes. He quickly arranged himself of his mat and closed his eyes hoping to find peace and perspective concerning the events of hours past. As he tried to concentrate on explaining the situation to himself he could not help but think about how he would explain to Jim that they had formed a bond between them during their love making, for that was all that he could call it. Though it seemed perfectly illogical, by any standard, to call a sexual encounter initiated while both parties were in varying states of inebriation love making, the fragile human part of Spock's psyche needed that distinction. He desperately needed to think, to hope, that some portion of those events meant more than physical gratification.