Chocolate

"I refuse to consume this substance, Jim. It is highly illogical and detrimental to both ones teeth and general health."

"I don't know, Spock, I mean, there have been quite a few studies on the great benefits of Theobroma Cacao. Plus, Scotty just installed Lindts. They just started using this new Orion truffle-y kind of thing. And, I swear, it will melt in your mouth." Jim brushed his fingers lightly against Spock's lips, trying to entice the Vulcan into eating the chocolate.

"No."

"Please"

"Captain. Please desist. This is most inappropriate conduct for the mess."

"But it's the officer's mess." Jim smirked, "Commander, and the only other person in right now is Bones… and that new doctor, Ensign Larkin. And he doesn't give a shit. And she's obviously trying to get into his pants."

Bones pushed his chair back slightly away from the eager ensign and tuned to Jim. "Damnit, Jim, you know we can hear you."

Jim smiled brightly at McCoy, and then turned to Spock. "See? He doesn't care!"

"Jim, I believe you are incorrect in your analysis of the doctors tone. Although I am unaware of many of the nuances of human behavior, the evidence seems to suggest that Doctor McCoy is, in fact, fairly irritated with—" Without warning Jim popped a chocolate into his mouth. Spock seemed unfazed, and he chewed and then swallowed the chocolate before continuing, "you."

"That's it. I'm leaving. Jim, feel free to continue corrupting the poor, helpless minds of anyone else." With that, he scampered out the room as fast as he could detach himself from the excitable ensign.

Once the doctor had left, Jim's smirk took on a decidedly more lecherous lilt. "Spock. You never did tell me what you thought of the chocolate. I've always thought the Orion's had a gift for doing whatever they did to the traditional terran chocolate."

"Captain, I would be inclined to agree with that sentiment, although my mother and father always prevented me from consuming chocolate as a child. I must confess that this is my first experience trying it. I had expected it to be more sour as it is a bean extract."

"Would you like another?"

"Captain. Are you endeavoring to coerce me into eating more chocolate?"

Kirk smiled, "Maybe."

"In an attempt to see if the rumored physiological reaction that Vulcan's experience?"

"I can assure you, Captian, that this is not the case. However, I will refrain from partaking in any more."

"Spock. We are alone. The least you could do is call me Jim. Ya'know what, I bet that you couldn't eat the whole box."

"Jim, it would be unwise for me to eat the whole box."

"What, you think you're gonna get a cavity or something? Its Orion. You know how finicky they get about food. Its practically engineered to make it so you don't get sick or anything when you are eating. You'll be fine. I hypothesize that if you eat these, you will become intoxicated."

"You are being very childish."

"Hey, you're the one who doesn't want to try it. I think you are chicken. Try it. Just one more. I know you think it's savory, to say the least." Jim picked up a candy from the little green box on the table and shook it around in front of Spock, before popping it in his own mouth. "mmm. Spock, this is so good. You have to try it."

"Jim." Spock growled as Jim tantalizingly licked his fingers clean of chocolate.

"Spock." Jim said in a mildly petulant tone. He tried his best to school his face into a blank slate like his first officers, but the corners of his eyes and mouth kept turning up of their own accord.

"Are you mocking me, captain?"

"If I say yes will you 'consume' this?"

"If I say no will you continue with your peevish and irritating gestures?"

"Yes."

"Then I concede. I shall have one more. That is all."

Fifteen chocolates later, Jim was almost regretting giving the Vulcan chocolate. He probably would have felt guilty for intoxicating the Vulcan in such a way, had it not been for the way his first officer's face melted into a smile as the chocolate melted in his mouth.

Although Spock was very meticulous, and neatly kempt, after eating a vast amount of chocolate, not to mention the tantalizing Orion breed truffles inside of them, Spock's attitude and behavior had turned distinctly more feline. He also had a smudge of chocolate smearing his upper lip and the right corner of his mouth.

"Jim. I'm, I mean, I was wondering why you are staring at my lips in such fascination."

"Wait, wha—" Jim hadn't realized he had been staring. Hadn't realized how much time must have passed for Spock to notice given his present state.

At that moment, all he could concentrate on was the distracting feeling of the Vulcan's warm and surprisingly soft mouth on his, the messy way the Vulcan was stringing his hands through his hair, and the primal and possessive way his first officer had practically leapt across the table to gain access to his lips.

When the Vulcan ceased his ministrations, Jim smiled. "I am about ninety-five percent sure you just used a contraction, Spock."

Spock sat down and looked at the chocolate as though it had betrayed him. He looked away from Kirk uncomfortably and said, "I am truly sorry Captain." The Vulcan made to get up. "I will endeavor to avoid such actions again."

"Spock. You have nothing to apologize for. Put that fine ass of yours back in that chair…please."

"Jim. I was under the impression that my actions have not been well received."

"Don't be an idiot Spock. You are sorta wasted. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I feel like a creepy ass cougar or something. I had no right to do this to you."

"Jim, I am sorry to announce to you that you bear little resemblance to a large, not to mention, extinct, predatory grimalkin. And I am not um… 'Wasted'"

"Dude, you can't seriously think you are sober."

"Shall I prove it to you?"

Jim smiled cockily. "Ok." Jim stood up form his chair and walked across the room. "Spock. Walk to me heel-toe-heel-toe."

Spock stood up a little too fast and paused as everything became a little too bright and slightly out of focus. "Captain, have you ever noticed that this Starship has an inordinate number of lights in dysfunctional places. There is no discernable purpose to having all of the lights condensed into one area, nor on the floor, unless there was some sort of power outage. However, in that situation, it would be highly probable that we would all be dead considering life support systems would have shut off with the power. Perhaps it is so small children do not become mislead, after all, a starship of the Enterprise's class is quite large and confusing. I often find ensigns who have been mislead in the lab area of the ship due to the many offices and lack of proper labeling."

Kirk grinned. "Commander?"

"Oh, of course. In my wondering I neglected to complete your task." Spock tilted his head and raised an eyebrow at his captain, "You are aware that this is an exercise in futility. I know I'm not intoxicated."

Jim could tell that his first officer was smiling, but in his hidden, serene manner, where the corners of his mouth and eyes tilted up into a gentle, and in a way, secret smile. The fact that he was not completely sober only exacerbated the practically imperceptible shifts in emotion.

Spock began walking towards the captain, with careful, measured steps. The pointed toes of his boots followed the slightly sloped heels in a perfectly straight line. As he neared Jim the Vulcan was startled by the sound of the officers mess door opening. The sudden noise disrupted his concentration and

caused him to trip. He landed precariously on top of the captain, making them collapse on the floor in a tangled heap of limbs.

Nyota Uhura strode into the room with purpose and clicking heels. Only to find herself confronted with her two commanding officers, in a mess on the floor. She smiled, let out a quick laugh and turned around mid-step, closing the door on her way out.

Once Uhura had left the room, Spock stopped trying to entangle himself from Jim. He used his superior strength to prevent him from struggling and tangled his hands in the captains golden over shirt.

"I believe that this is an opportune place for, as the doctor say, some shut-eye." The taller Vulcan tucked his head into the crook of Jim's neck and preceded to fall asleep, almost instantaneously.

Jim smiled, kissed the Vulcan's head and mumbled into his hair, "Rom-run , t'hy'la."

Translation: Sleep well, friend (brother/lover).