Note:As you can see by my other works, I completely ship Nyota and Spock as a couple. I think that they're a lovely pairing and that they should be together for however many Star Trek films that are made in the future, but I thought that this pairing between Spock and Khan, full of animosity and sexually predatory vibes, would be interesting. This is an ongoing work. Thank you for reading my story.
This was the man who had killed his captain. This was the man who he wanted to kill, but could not. This was the man who Starfleet had chosen to rehabilitate instead of exterminate like the vermin he was. This was the man who he had been chosen to rehabilitate. Khan Noonien Singh. A murderer, a despotic creation of some twentieth century idea of perfection. Spock wanted to march into the room and snap Khan's neck, but he did not. He calmed himself instead, and looked down at the PADD in his hand that displayed the results of the tests performed on Khan. The results showed that Khan had perfect physiology and physical stamina. He had run on a treadmill for five hours straight, and only showed a minor amount of perspiration as evidence of his exertion. He had passed all of their extremely advanced aptitude tests with scornful ease, and given Spock a self-satisfied smirk at the tests' conclusion.
Spock watched Khan as he sat with his back facing the observation window of his room, and stared out the barred window. It was likely that the autocrat was musing on how he would make his escape, and reunite with his long slumbering crew. Spock stepped back from the glass, and pressed his hand into the scanner of Khan's room. It was time for their therapy sessions to begin, and Spock felt that the more prompt he was, the quicker he could be without Khan's insufferable company.
Khan turned his head slightly to the side at Spock's quiet entrance, and said, "Good evening, Mr. Spock. I do so look forward to our interactions."
Spock's face remained blank as Khan elegantly rose from his chair and faced him.
Spock sat down on the chair next to him, and replied tonelessly, "Please sit down, Mr. Singh. It is time we begin."
Khan turned around the chair he had been sitting on, placed it quite close to Spock, and reverted to his customary upright posture once he was seated.
"I have requested you call me Khan on several occasions now, Mr. Spock," he rejoined in his deep, accented voice.
Spock's expression did not change, "I have received your test results, and as I am sure you know, they were perfect. I do not find this data to shed any new light. This is the purpose of these sessions. It is my goal to understand what motivates your actions, and if it is possible for you to quell the murderous urges you harbour."
Khan was fascinated by how emotionless Spock was. He was telling Khan that it was his purpose to probe into his inner most thoughts, and decipher the reason for the actions which had led to the demise of numerous Starfleet members, Admiral Marcus, and most importantly, he knew, the demise and subsequent resurrection, from his own blood, of Spock's beloved Captain. Despite all the rage that Spock had displayed when almost beating him to death, he was now placidity personified, the perfect figure of Vulcan logic.
"It is also my task to inquire why you felt it prudent to supply your blood for the revivification of Captain James Tiberius. Kirk," Spock concluded.
Spock continued to regard Khan expressionlessly, his body rigid against the back of his chair, and his long, graceful hands clasped atop his PADD. Khan thoroughly looked him over; taking in the shining, black bowl cut, the intelligent onyx eyes, and the full, impassive mouth. He observed the alabaster skin and the lithe body immaculately clothed in the Starfleet uniform. He wondered what it would be like to see that supple body unclothed before him, and feel the smooth, pale skin beneath his exploring hands. He smiled slightly at the thought of having Spock in a compromising position.
"You find something amusing?" Spock asked, raising an upswept eyebrow.
Khan did not stop smiling as he replied, "Not amusing, Mr. Spock, but interesting. I am not entirely convinced that you would approve, however."
Spock showed no reaction, "It is not my purpose to find your thoughts interesting. I am not your companion nor confidant, but in charge of your rehabilitation."
"I wonder, Mr. Spock, how far you are willing to go to decipher my inner workings," Khan replied, leaning forward and extended his hand so that it was centimetres from Spock's knee. "I find it intriguing that a half Vulcan half human is going to explore the impetus for my… desires."
Spock stiffened minutely at the implication of his words, and gazed momentarily at Khan's fine-fingered yet masculine hand. When he looked at Khan again, his eyes were like black ice.
"I think that it is time we begin with your recollections of your genetically engineered birth," Spock said, his voice matching his eyes.
Khan leaned backed and rested his hands on his knees. He is not perturbed that Spock is not yet responsive to him. He is well aware that Vulcans are extremely adept at controlling every emotion, and that they are entirely governed by the parameters of logic. He also knows, however, that if he was able to rouse as powerful emotion as rage within Spock, then he will be able to rouse its equally consuming kin: passion.