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O Captain, My Captain.

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A/N: Further references to Star Trek: The Original Series, specifically Episode #5, "The Enemy Within." As always, your understanding will not be affected if you haven't seen it, but once again, shame on you for not watching.

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Chapter 9: O Heart! Heart! Heart!

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He really thought he'd gotten off this time. Two days had passed before a voice that promised unparalleled embarrassment sounded out of the intercom next to his right arm.

"McCoy to the Captain," Bones' voice informed him.

"Kirk here."

"Jim, I'm going to need you to come down to sickbay for a routine check-up. You've been putting it off for weeks."

"I'll be there shortly. Kirk out," the Captain responded, ending the connection. What was the point of arguing, really? He'd just come up here and sedate him, dragging him down to sickbay anyway. "Mr. Spock, you have the bridge."

He caught his First Officer's eye and received what probably passed as a look of pity for a Vulcan. Kirk winked at him before heading for the turbolift.

Bones was sitting in his office when Kirk found him, staring at his computer console. When he noticed him standing there, he leaned back in his chair and stared at the other man for several moments. Kirk sat down across from him, looking up at the ceiling and waiting for it.

"Jim," Bones began, "You want to explain yourself?"

"Not really," Kirk replied, "But I don't really have a choice, do I?"

"After what I was forced to witness yesterday, I think I earned it."

"Spock and I are… involved?" the Captain decided.

"And how in the hell long have you been… involved?"

"I don't know, Bones. Months, I guess."

"Months? This has been going on for months."

"Yeah."

"And where exactly is this crime against God and nature going?"

"I can't- I need him. Not just as my Number One anymore."

"Uh-huh. Well, who would've seen it coming? You finally get whipped and not only is it by a damn dick, but a green one to boot."

"Yeah, Bones. I guess so."

"As long as you're… happy."

"I am," Kirk said finally, "And I think he is too."

"If you say so," Bones amended, "I sure as hell don't see it."

"I think that's kind-of the point, Bones. I'm the only one who does."

"Fair enough. Now get out of here."

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When he returned to the bridge, he gave Spock an assuring shrug, which earned him that a sexy eyebrow.

"How much longer, Mr. Chekov?" Kirk asked.

"We will reach Alfa 177 in 4 hours, 12 minutes, Captain," Chekov informed him.

"Captain, I'm receiving a communication from Starfleet," Uhura's voice announced from behind him.

"On the screen, Lieutenant," Kirk ordered. A few seconds later, Admiral Pike appeared before them, causing smiles to break out almost all around.

"Good morning, Enterprise," Pike greeted.

"What can we do for you, Admiral?" the Captain asked.

"More like what I can do for you," Pike replied, "After this survey mission, you've been granted two weeks of shore leave." Cheers rang out throughout the bridge, and even Spock looked less stoic for a second.

"That is very welcome news, Admiral," Kirk informed him.

"I know it is. You've had a hard run of it lately. We'll expect you back here in two weeks, Captain. Pike out." As the transmission cut out, Kirk couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh.

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Much later, after Kirk had returned from the planet's surface, he sat on Spock's bed and waited for the Vulcan to return. He heard the doors slide open, and a moment later Spock appeared in the doorway to the bedroom.

"Captain," the Vulcan said, relieved, "I've been attempting to locate you. There's been a transporter malfunction. You are… not yourself."

"I don't know, Spock," Kirk replied, moving in front of the Vulcan and grasping his backside with his hands, "I still want you. That's normal, isn't it?"

"James, your personality seems to have been fractured. You currently embody your… aggressive qualities."

"I am feeling very aggressive, Mr. Spock," the Captain agreed, pressing his lips to Spock's urgently, sliding his tongue into his mouth as he pushed him back out in to the living area and back against his desk. His First Officer pulled away slightly, speaking again.

"James… you are not in a proper state of mind. It would be inappropriate to engage in these activities at this time."

"Spock," Kirk looked at him very seriously, and then slapped him hard across the face, his cheek becoming greener at the point of contact. "I will not hear any further objections." He then pulled off Spock's uniform and black undershirt, jagged nails leaving dark lines down his chest and back. The Vulcan did not resist, allowing his Captain to reduce them both to a state of complete undress, all the while marking his pale body with his fingernails and teeth.

Although he did not refuse him, Spock was in no way submissive. He drew blood and left bruises in kind, assaulting Kirk's mouth and skin with crushing force. They pushed their bodies together, as if trying to meld themselves into one being, their hands scratching and squeezing, their erections rubbing against one another with animalistic intensity.

Tearing himself away from Spock's mouth, he spoke to him with green blood dripping from his lips.

"Turn over," Kirk commanded. The Vulcan studied him for a moment, jaw tensed and eyebrow raised, before turning around and bending over, bracing his hands on the surface of his desk. Kirk lathed two of his fingers with spit before beginning to push them into his First Officer.

He saw Spock's hands clench, the muscles of his forearms and shoulders tightening. After several minutes, the Vulcan relaxed, beginning to push back onto the invading digits. He swallowed, not quite inaudibly, when the fingers were removed and replaced with Kirk's length, hard and wet against his entrance.

All consideration left Kirk's mind as pure and undiluted need for release overtook him and he harshly shoved himself into Spock. The Vulcan growled, his hands lifting to slam his palms down on his desk hard enough to leave two dents. The Captain grabbed Spock's hips roughly and began pumping in and out of him with force that probably would have seriously injured someone less fragile than a Vulcan.

He leaned into Spock's back, pressing his cheek into the insane heat of the alien's green-flushed skin. Kirk made no attempt to control the primal sounds that issued from him, moaning and choking and cursing without thought, nothing in his world but the feeling of being inside Spock, surrounded by tight, warm heat.

When he finally came, Kirk slid out of Spock and fell to the floor, dragging the Vulcan with him. Seeing that his First Officer was still very much excited, he crawled on top of him and wasted no time in wrapping his lips around the swollen organ. Spock made a somewhat helpless, lost noise as his Captain hollowed his cheeks around his member and sucked him into complete oblivion.

It took several minutes for Kirk to regain any grasp on reality. Unfortunately, Spock came back to the present more quickly and the last thing the Captain felt before everything went black was the pressure of warm, graceful Vulcan fingers on his neck.

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As he blinked his eyes against the bright overhead lights of the sickbay, Kirk saw Spock and Bones talking in low voices at the foot of his bed. They must have noticed his movement, as they immediately came to either side of him, Bones passing his medical scanner along his body.

"Captain. Are you alright?" the Vulcan asked.

"I think so, Spock," Kirk decided after a moment, "What in the hell happened?"

"Transporter malfunction, Captain," Spock informed him, "It created a duplicate Captain Kirk. You were divided into two parts – one which was too weak to lead and another which was too headstrong. You were both rendered unconscious and reintegrated. Is your memory of the last several hours impaired, Captain?"

"No… there's just- two sets of memories to sort out," the Captain explained, eyes widening at Spock as the most recent events came back to him.

"Indeed, Captain," his First Officer responded, looking at Kirk with a small but unmistakable smirk.

"You'll be fine, Jim, except for looking like you got the shit beat out of you," Bones announced, "But I'd get some sleep."

"Thanks, Bones," Kirk replied, moving to get out of his bed. He felt a warm Vulcan hand wrap around his bicep.

"If you would allow me, Captain," Spock said simply. Kirk could not miss the amazed look that Bones gave him as he allowed himself to lean on his First Officer and be guided to his quarters.

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As they entered his rooms, Spock guided him into the bathroom. Kirk looked at him, confused.

"You are in need of a shower, Captain," the Vulcan told him, "Trust me." After Spock had left the room, Kirk stripped off his clothes and turned to get a towel. When he caught his own reflection in the mirror, he almost yelped in a very unmanly fashion.

Turning around, he surveyed the entire extent of the damage: dark circular bruises from Spock's fingertips covered his hips and backside, bloody fingernail streaks ran down the length of his back, angry bite marks covered his chest and neck, his lips were split and swollen, and he had three scratches running down the left side of his face. There were also smears of green blood all over him. Shaking his head, he stepped into the shower and washed himself quickly.

When he returned to his living area, Spock had sat down at the chess table that had remained for the last several months. Still clad in only a towel, Kirk sat down across from him. The game went on for several minutes before the Captain spoke.

"So… " Kirk began, "What in the hell did you do to me?"

"You know perfectly well what transpired, Captain. You also know that I did nothing which you did not enjoy immensely," Spock answered calmly.

"Fair enough," the Captain smiled at him, "Do you look the same under all that?"

"Indeed, Captain."

"I hope you aren't- I don't know, disappointed? Since that was…"

"It was not what I expected for our first session of sexual intercourse. However, I am entirely satisfied with what occurred. It has afforded me a certain amount of relief, to be sure."

"Relief?"

"I am much stronger than you, Captain. I was concerned that I might cause you injury during copulation. However, you are obviously able to endure the force of my sexual proclivities."

"Obviously."

"Checkmate," Spock announced, leaning back slightly in his chair. Kirk just looked at him before getting up and heading for the bedroom, pulling his towel off and letting it fall to the floor in front of his bunk.

Sliding under the covers, he turned to watch Spock as he undressed, revealing that his pale body was as battered as his Captain's. His thighs and shoulders were scratched, his back peppered with greenish teeth marks, his backside bruised from the force of Kirk's hips against him.

"That really was goddamn good, huh?" the Captain asked as Spock slid in next to him, their faces inches apart.

"Yes, Captain," the Vulcan agreed, kissing him softly. Slipping his hand underneath the covers, Kirk laced his fingers with Spock, eliciting a purr from his First Officer.

"You like that," Kirk stated against Spock's warm lips.

"Vulcan hands contain more nerve endings than human ones," Spock informed him, "And touch is difficult for us to endure without forging a mental connection. It is why we generally avoid it."

"I see," the Captain replied, pulling his mouth away from Spock's and lifting his hand to his lips. His gaze did not waver from the Vulcan's as he ran his tongue along his middle and index fingers before encasing them completely in his mouth. Spock's eyes rolled back in his head and he convulsed. "Well," Kirk said, letting the digits slide from between his lips. "Isn't that… fascinating."

"Indeed, Captain," Spock responded distantly, his voice low and broken.

"I'll just file that away, shall I?" Kirk decided, intertwining their fingers again before cuddling up to his green-flushed Vulcan and kissing him intimately. As their tongues slid against each other, Kirk could not help but think how much he would enjoy repeating today's activities when he was entirely himself.

"Next time, Captain," the Vulcan said, having heard his thoughts, "You will be the one bent over."

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