"How was your night," Ziggy asked as Jim left his room. The alien had been leaning on the wall by his room, waiting for him he guessed. Jim said nothing, nodding once and turning the corner towards the turbolift. "Not as good as you planned, huh? I bet Spock didn't take too kindly to you professing your love to him."
"What!" Jim exclaimed. He stopped walking; his eyes bugged out and turned to the alien. Ziggy looked right into his eyes, his mouth in a smirk and eyes sparkling with amusement. Jim jaw tightened, his lips set in a line and fist clenched from trying not to punch the orange haired man.
"That bad, huh?" ziggy said walking backwards with the smirk still on his face. "Hope I have better luck!"
Spock was kissing Jim. He didn't know where he was, all he knew was that Spock's lips were right on Jim's and a wet tongue was tracing his lower lip. He gasped, letting the warm tongue in. He was kissing Jim and he liked it.
He'd been in his room just about finishing his meditation for the night when his door chimed. It was Captain Kirk. He let him in, wondering why the door didn't simply let him in; it was programmed to let the Captain into his room at all times. He was putting away his mats, the warm air around him still smelling of the vanilla scented candles he used.
Turning to apologize for his wardrobe, he was met with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes. He thought he saw one eyes slightly darker than the other but that thought was gone when Jim pressed his lips to his in a mind-shattering kiss. Spock had been kissed before, but this was a new experience. Arms wrapped around his body, his body was pulled flushed against Jim. A hand pulled at his hair, tilting his head slightly.
He was registering everything and nothing. The kiss was a working problem. Jim's hands felt too warm, too hot, too inhuman; his lips too thin, too chapped and too hard; his body felt too thin, too fragile, too different.
But it didn't matter because Spock was kissing Jim and, as he led Jim to his bed, he liked it a lot.
It was nearly a third of the way into the day and Spock was nowhere to be seen. The Vulcan had turned off his communicator, no one knows how, disappeared from the ship's computers and locked himself in his room with all doors locked and impenetrable. It had Jim worried. He was about to get Scottie to break down the door when Spock walked in, dishevelled and with a smile on his face.
"Well I'll be dammed," Bones said from besides Jim. He leaned down on his shoulder and whispered, "Spock has arrived in a post-sex haze."
Jim's eyes narrowed as he took in the Vulcan's appearance. Sure, he had bed hair making his black locks sticking up at all sides and making him look like he had Tribble's on his head. And his lips were swollen with a fade red and he was blushing slightly as he made his way to his station. He also walked stiffly, a smile on face and with a dark red mark on his neck.
"Good morning Mr Spock," Jim said turning away from him. He looked out the heads of Chekov and Sulu, ignoring the pang he felt in his chest. "Good of you to join us, nearly three hours in."
"Captain? You said I could-" Spock stopped mid-sentence, his body tenses and his jaw clenched. "I apologize, it won't happen again."
There was something about alien species like Humans and Vulcans that bugged Ziggy. He was Anthean, his knowledge was great and powers were beyond anything they probably seen. Humans were puzzling, they were complex and emotional; Vulcans were so rigid, so closed-minded, and so... emotionless; Antheans were high-spirited, happy and intelligent. Antheans were the Renaissance to Humans dark ages, the enlightenment to Vulcan's warring period. All in all, it bugged Ziggy to have to co-exist with these mindless, joyless creatures for so long. He was bored and his fun had run out a few hours ago.
So that was how he came up with his master plan. While everyone else was topside, he would have his fun on the ship. It was obvious, even to a blind person, that the Captain and his alien first officer liked one another. It was so obvious in fact that it was almost ridiculous that they hadn't gotten together already. Or perhaps they did and it had ended badly, but Ziggy saw no hard feeling between the two so that was out.
He started off by separating the two men from one another. That was easy enough, he simply asked Spock for a tour of the ship and scientific inquiries. Next, he started touching. Subtle touches at first that no one but he and whom he was touching would notice. Then began the real fun! As he continued to commandeer Spock's attention, thus separating him from Captain Kirk, Ziggy also began to tease the little Star Ship Captain.
"Isn't Spock wonderful, Captain?" he would say when the two men would run into each other. A light touch on the arm, which Kirk followed with narrowed eyes, and the human was as jealous as a peacock.
But the funniest part came later that night when, making himself look like Kirk (An old Anthean power he rarely used; he liked his visage as it was and had no need to change it), he went into Spock's room while he was meditating and kissed him. Things escaladed from there, Spock thinking it was Kirk took every thing slowly as if to give him a chance to run away. It was sweet really, but Ziggy was having too much fun.
When Spock entered him, sharp phallus resembling a cat though much more... elegant, he felt his illusion shift and for a tiny moment he was Thomas Jerome Newton again, that naïve foreigner who crash landed in the steppes of New Mexico all those centuries ago. But it was gone a moment later; he was back to being Ziggy pretending to be Kirk. It was all worth it in the end, he got a great orgasm and Spock got to pummel Kirk.
"Be as late as you want to be," he whispered before leaving. "I want you rested for later tonight." Spock slept, his human side showing prominence after intercourse.
As Ziggy left Spock's room, he saw Kirk leaving his. He couldn't help it, he had to make it even more interesting.
"How was your night," Ziggy asked. "Not as good as you planned, huh? I bet Spock didn't take too kindly to you professing your love to him."
"What!" Jim turned, his eyes wide with shock. Ziggy smirked, too amused to care of the human was going to hit him. Jim said nothing more, his mouth opening and closing and blinking more rapidly than he'd ever seen a human do. It was all rather enjoyable. Oh, how he was going to miss him when they left.
"That bad, huh?" Ziggy walked backwards, his hands raised up in mock exasperation. "Hope I have better luck!"
