This section if pretty much pwp though I promise it does tie in and get relevant to the plot if only in the last few lines! Graphic sex here, but consensual this time!
3.
It was the day before Narcissus Eight, the end of a long day. These long boring days always frayed Kirk's patience, making him quite obviously stressed and cranky and so, when Spock arrived in his quarters ten minutes after their shift ended he had been all too ready to snap.
"Don't you ever knock?" he grumbles, not even looking up from the bed he has thrown himself onto petulantly.
"Forgive me Captain, I had not known it was suddenly required" frowned Spock, in a less than perfectly calm mood himself, turning round smoothly, exiting and then buzzing for entry.
"Piss off!" Kirk yells, almost happily. Spock knows the door code and comes in anyway.
"Well Jesus – fuck Spock –" Kirk drawls, irritably, sat on the edge of the bed now and glaring sideways at Spock from under his unruly hair – "Why in the hell make the point of going out in a strop if you're just going to come back in whether I want you to or not?"
Spock frowns, being intentionally obtuse –
"I could hardly be described as "In a strop" Captain – that is highly illogical."
"Yeah, yeah Spock, you're so fucking logical –"
"Captain I came to express an irritation and I intend to do so in spite of your evidently irritable and frankly infantile mood."
"Of course you do Spock; I'm starting to experience a level of irritation myself. Do please continue."
The level of tension in the room has become palpable, Kirk knowing that there is nothing that gets under Spock's skin more than his own particular brand of excessive sarcasm. Spock in turn knows that nothing makes Kirk as delightfully enraged as his belligerent insistence that he acts solely on logic when they both know that this is far from the truth where his feelings for Kirk are concerned.
"Captain, you must know that your behaviour throughout that meeting was both unprofessional and distracting to an unacceptable degree –"
"Please –" Kirk sneers, because he has no phrase in his vocabulary more designed to tip Spock over – "Enlighten me."
It works. It has always worked. It was, after all, one of the things he had ever said to Spock and as such has almost become code for fuck me and hurt me now.
Spock curls his lip, crosses the room in frighteningly quick strides and hauls Kirk to his feet, bearing him furiously back into the wall. Kirk grins, even though – or perhaps because – Spock's grip on his shoulders is hurting him –
"Wondered how long it'd take you" he smirks, not a little smugly. Spock slaps him in the face –
"Would it be too much –" he hisses – "just to ask me to hurt you when it is so clearly what you want. Must you always anger me also?"
"Aww but Spo-ck –" Kirk mock whines – "It's no fun if you're not angry."
"Indeed." Spock spits, squeezing a hand tight around his throat, his body hard and unyielding, pinning him in place – "Will it be fun when I beat you and fuck you 'til you scream?" He feels Kirk's cock twitch and all but rolls he eyes. Kirk's –
"Yeah, pretty much" is unnecessary when Spock knows that Kirk gets hard just hearing him say "fuck", hence he no longer has any trouble using the word. He chokes back a growl; it sticks in his throat, serving only to choke him up further with lust. He slaps Kirk again, relishing his breathy gasp and the way his lips part, eyes darkening. He is too beautiful.
"I will not fuck you merely for your amusement –" he snarls – "If that is all I am to you then trust me I will walk out of here now."
Kirk raises an eyebrow, smirking and angling his hips intentionally maddeningly to let Spock know he can feel his erection pressing hard against his body. Spock closes his eyes against the pounding in his head, hating what Kirk can do to him but making no move towards being anywhere else. He can read the truth in Kirk's eyes (Spock I love you, you know that, I'm just winding you up and you know that too but you still fall for it every single time and damn I'm glad you do –) and he does know and still falls so hard each time. Out loud all Kirk says is –
"No you won't." He grins and decides to press it this time – "You want me. You've wanted me like mad ever since the meeting. I get to you don't I Spock? I make you illogical, out of control – yeah, you pretend otherwise but really all you can think about is throwing me around and fucking me –"
"Kroikah!" Spock snaps – "Ikap' uh t'du ru'lut - filthy human –"
Kirk chuckles obnoxiously, wondering what it says that these were probably the first words of Vulcan he ever learned, loving how easily he can get Spock to crack and aroused beyond measure by his animalistic fury and the way his body trembles even as he holds him fast. Kirk snorts –
"Pfft. I don't shut up so easily. Make me Spock, you know you want to –"
Spock crushes him into the wall with his body, yanking his head back by the hair, wanting him unspeakably but determined not to give in so easily – all the more so because of this provocation.
"Bath – paik, you disgust me –" he sneers, though the rub of his body against Kirk's tells a different story – "I wonder that I even sully my hands with you – vile low life human – do you even know how far beneath me you are?"
This is not a mode of attack he often adopts, knowing that to be reminded of where he comes from can make Kirk very genuinely angry – but after all the human did wind him up first and two can play at that game.
"Yeah – usually –" Kirk grunts, Spock's grip hurting him not a little – "Just beneath you – you all wanting and hot for me, sullying your hands good and proper –" It is worth it to see \Spock snarl at him the way he does –
"Pathetic no – account farm boy"
"Stuck up arrogant ponce"
"You should be honoured I deign to come near you."
"Oh shove it up your Vulcan arse you half breed son of a bitch –"
Spock drags him from the wall and throws his across the entire length of the room. As soon as he can breathe from the impact Kirk laughs at him mockingly –
"What – you can give it but you can't take it –"
"You will take that back –" Spock seethes, hauling him back to his feet.
"The hell I will you weird illogical freak –"
"You repulsive specimen of a human –"
"Fucked up psycho excuse for a Vulcan."
"I'm surprised I don't catch something just from touching you."
"Yeah well, embrace that Vulcan logic and put me down then Pointy."
Spock stares at him for a beat, breathing hard and fast, his eyes locking in combat with Kirk's, fire and ice and he falls upon him kissing him in an ecstasy of desperation. Kirk kisses back, relieved; he always likes to wait until Spock cracks and it is worth it to be so engulfed in this crashing wave of lust. He grasps at Spock, Spock clutching at him, needy and fierce, bruising him with his lips and his fingers digging into his skin.
"Fuck –" he growls – "Jim –" he rips his nails through the back of Kirk's shirt, pulling it to pieces – "Damn you – you like it don't you? doing this to me –" Kirk does not need to reply, Spock could have read the Of course I do in his eyes even without telepathy. He nods –
"Strip" he orders, disconcertingly gently, taking a step back to watch him. Kirk pauses just long enough to annoy – "You will do it Jim, or I will" he says, so softly that Kirk shakes off his shirt and starts unfastening his belt with fingers that tremble madly – "And I suspect you will leave at least some of your clothing intact." He finishes. Kirk groans and Spock starts to take off his own clothes, taking his own sweet time now and ordering Kirk on to the bed with only a sharp indication of his eyes.
Kirk lies down, positively smugly – at least until Spock mounts him, leaning in to kiss him again, pinning his wrists with one hand and stroking him with the other. Kirk hisses with the sweet delight of Spock's skin sliding against his own, arching up against him, skin singing, lips parted almost obscenely in a moan. Spock presses into him hard, marvelling at the softness of his skin and the firmness of his body.
Illogical – he thinks – he is right and I am – there is no logic in sensation so sublime – but perhaps to be sublime is therefore logical. He almost smiles. Kirk sees. He always sees everything.
"Amuse yourself Spock?" he teases – "Care to share?"
"You were –" he scowls – "It pains me to say it but you were right – I want you. You transcend logic James Kirk; I can only assume then to want you is logical."
"It's taken you this long to work that out?"
"You are arrogant, irritating and egocentric –"
"Gee thanks –"
"And I want it all. Every bit of you. It cannot be right to suffer for you so – I have wanted you today to the loss of all reason and all you did was take my hand –"
"Yes. In the meeting. You noticed that did you?"
"Of course I did –" he hisses – "Jim you stroked my palm, my wrist and persistently caressed fingers under the table – did you really think that would not affect me?"
"Did you never stop to think it was maybe by accident – at least at first?"
Spock looks at him scornfully.
"Truly Jim you are not that stupid – nor ignorant of my digital sensitivity –"
Kirk chuckles –
"No I guess I'm not at that. Trust you to put it so – aah!" he cries out as Spock's searching hand finds and strokes his cock – "-logically!" he finishes in a groan.
"Furthermore –" Spock continues, squeezing Kirk's erection now, hard and tortuously – "I could see your every thought - Jim , pay attention and look at me –" he can see Kirk's eyes roll and close in pleasure beneath the touch he does not cease, indeed increasing his attentions and oiling his cock up at the same time. Kirk opens his eyes in time to see Spock preparing to enter him and still forces himself to meet his eyes.
"And –" Spock continues, mercilessly forcing Kirk's attention to his face, even while he slides his fingers into him – "I knew exactly what you wanted me to do to you, even in front of the ambassador –"
"Fuck – Spock – Please –" Kirk wails, Spock's fingers shattering any coherent thought he could have had. Spock kisses up his chest, into his neck, at the same time hissing "Shhh" into his skin.
"I was not unaffected –" he murmurs – "And I will make you sorry for this –" he pulls his fingers out roughly, positioning his cock in place – "Are you sorry yet?" he whispers. Kirk tries to glare, but it is hard through the golden melt of lust –
"The hell I am" he growls and Spock snarls back, driving his cock into him in a deep savage thrust, sliding all the way in until Kirk screams, whimpers and digs his fingers into Spock's arms. Once more all ability for speech is lost as Spock thrusts into Kirk again and again, giving himself up to it completely, sliding a hand up his chest and around his throat, shuddering with joy to see Kirk's eyes darken in ecstasy as he struggles to breathe. Spock fucks him and throttles him at the same time, knowing Kirk like sit this way and also because it causes him near unspeakable pleasure.
He feels Kirk's cock press against him urgently and strokes it at first with painfully gentle fingers, then squeezing tightly in response to the human's moans.
"Sorry yet?" he growls into Kirk's ear.
"Hell – no."
Spock removes his hand from the human's straining cock, feeling him so close to release that this is almost agony –
"How about now?"
"Fuck – please Spock – please –"
"I did not request a please Jim."
"Fuck –" Kirk's brain struggles to remember what he was meant to say – all dignity gone in the need for release – "Sorry Spock – I'm sorry - won't –"
Spock slaps him, feeling his cock twitch hard in response and stroking it again –
"Yes you will" he pulls Kirk towards him kissing him, fucking him, caressing his cock hard until he can hear the human screaming in his head that he's going to come –
Not without permission you're not.
- Fuck you!
Must I remove my hand again?
Kirk almost sobs with need.
Beg me Jim.
"Please –" Kirk chokes, little more than a whisper.
"Please what?" Spock thrusts into him hard, close to the edge himself.
"Please let me come" Kirk begs, actively weeping now, mostly with the shame he does not need to admit to loving. Spock strokes his tears away tenderly –
Good, dear one, yes, for me –
- Thank you Kirk cannot help but think back, hating himself a little for the unrequested submission but coming almost instantly al the same, screaming in uncontrolled release and relief. Spock cries out in ecstasy, triggered by Kirk's cries and they come together, screams against the skin, bodies shuddering as one.
They fall, they part, they never part, breathing echoing in the shared brain. They return, kissing, touching, loving deeply and sweetly now the initial feverish lust and desperation has been relieved, exploring one another's bodies with hands that know these paths but always delight so much in treading them. Tasting, touching, whispering words they have said so often before and will say again and again until the words echo across the stars and back again, meaningless and meaning everything.
Before long they trade places, Kirk sinking into Spock and loosing himself in the luxury of his lover and over half, twisting themselves back together. They fuck. They make love. They repeat the process until exhausted. They lie, limp and satisfied in the position that feels like home, Spock on his back, one arm behind his head, the other round a recumbent Kirk who clings to him bonelessly, smiling blissfully into his shoulder.
"Spock?"
Spock raises an eyebrow, preparing himself for the ever bewildering mixture of emotion and nonsensicality that occupies this space. He is not disappointed.
"You're playing with my ear."
Spock stills his hand instantly, pretending that he never had been doing any such thing. Kirk chuckles softly –
"Illogical fuck" he whispers tenderly, full of affection.
"Only you Jim" Spock sighs and Kirk knows that it means both only you could make me so and – only you could get away with that.
"Spock?" Kirk says again, looking up at him almost like a child, eyes so big and blue, filled with happiness and trust.
"Jim?" Spock looks at him and melts a little more, holding him closer.
"I'm safe here aren't I – with you?"
Spock frowns –
"Always"
Kirk smiles –
"Never felt safe before –" he admits sleepily – "Like it."
"Jim –" Spock kisses his forehead – "I will never let anything hurt you, not ever."
Kirk nods –
"I know" he beam, falling so soon after into sleep.
The next day the slavers come.
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Am I horrible or am I horrible? Yeah, I'm horrible. Next section picks up where the last chapter left off with Spock reflecting on this chapter. Major angst ensues. Yes my chronology has gone a little wibbly wobbly, it was intentional – hope it still makes sense!
