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Here's chapter 2, and the same disclaimer applies. You know it does, why must you make me say it?!

.~*Two*~.

Their shuttle had landed first, resulting in them having to wait for all the others to arrive before the diplomatic meeting could begin.

This unexpected extra time meant that Spock had had the opportunity to explore their temporary residence. They had, thankfully, avoided a repeat of an incident which had resulted in an almost-war before Jim had managed to convince the Government official that they were neither intentionally and disrespectfully late, nor attempting to steal Government secrets by sneaking around their palace unattended.

Now, the meetings were over, and everyone was (relatively) satisfied, and in the tradition of all gracious hosts, the Teyahan officials had invited them to one final ball to celebrate their success.

The Enterprises' people had arrived almost precisely on the dot, and were glad that the Teyahans shared their respect for punctuality. Dinner was excellent (which was rare in Spock's experience), followed by dancing (which was not all that excellent).

Spock found himself seated in a corner, sipping an interesting variant of cinnamon tea, observing the ball infront of him.

He considered. Earlier Jim had turned up at their meeting place, completely defying their dress-code, wearing something that was a variant of White-Tie attire (Nyota was to be thanked for providing this information). Every other male was dressed in a tuxedo (Starfleet Regulation 16.981). Jim, on the other hand, was wearing a dark grey silk shirt under a pitch black blazer. He was also wearing an off-white tie and black pants which were ironed so precisely that Spock could have sliced bread with the creases.

He found that this phrase was characteristically McCoy-ian and decided at once that he was spending too much time with the annoying, if good, Doctor. He made a note to point out that annoyance is not an emotion.

But this thought appeared in retrospect. At that time he had been much too pre-occupied with Jims' stunning attire. It was good to know he was not the only one. Almost all the females (and several of the males) had looked slightly dazed. He had done nothing to his sunny hair, and yet it seemed to have settled nicely, framing his young face and brilliant eyes perfectly.

Jim wore a scent which Spock (correctly) analysed as Dusk-Rose and Sea-Salt. He later claimed that he found the bouquet comforting, which Spock believed was scientifically accurate (taking into account the nerves which those particular scents affected, but those were naught but details). Again, this was in retrospect. He had been too stunned to think about anything much on the spot.

McCoy (completely unaffected) had commented that Jim cleaned up nice. Spock was inclined to agree.

.~*~.

Jim was on the floor, dancing with a willowy human female in a brilliant jewel-magenta gown, both taking smooth confident steps as they made their way around the room, smiling and talking sociably. Spock was so focused on Jim that he did not realise the female was a Government official, a leader who had had much impact on the success of these talks. Of course Jim would be conversing with her. It was a logical choice for people in positions of power to mingle.

The elegant music was smooth and soothing, calming his fracturing nerves but doing nothing for the sting he felt when he saw Jims hand slide lower down his partners back, and she did nothing about it as he grinned charmingly. His grin was a force of nature to be reckoned with; rarely was anyone able to deny his pearly teeth framed by soft pink lips. Cocksucker lips, a strangers voice echoed in his head, and he shook it out. He would entertain sexual fantasies about Jim, but not debasing terms. Never that. Jim deserved more.

By now, Spock had acclimatized to his bisexuality, and did not shy from the fact that he appreciated beauty. It would be illogical to deny the fact.

People was watching him now. There was something… powerful in the beauty and grace of his dance and his steps which were elegant and yet sturdy and just so perfect. Spock wondered if the tea he was drinking had been poisoned to cause these kinds of reactions in him. It was most illogical.

Jims' polished black shoes clicked against the marble floor in precise steps, and he appeared intimate with every formal dance that played, including several that were not human.

As he allowed Nyota (with whom he was no longer romantically involved) to lead him out to the floor, he couldn't see her in her dusky grey-blue gown as he swung past Jim and his partner. He could only see Jim and his azure blue eyes and his smile as he noticed Spock and grinned. (He found the selective blindness somewhat annoying, but was getting used to it now)

He tried to not watch as the two (Jim and his partner) made their way to a small concealed garden off the side of the hall, and tried very hard to look at Nyota's eyes and say (honestly) he was not attracted to Jim Kirk. Needless to say, he failed.

.~*~.

Well? Naughty terms? Check. Images of sex? Check. Hot-ness? Check. What more could you want? It's a bit shorter than the last one, but I hope the image comes out. I did have a lovely video in my head. Hopefully nothing gets lost in translation. Oh, and sorry for the slight OOC-ness… Please let me know if you can't stand it…

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Every-time you see a rainbow, God is having Gay Sex—No offense to anyone who's religious. I just found this funny.

Love,

Lady Merlin

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P.P.S has anyone had the experience of story updates arriving late? Like when I published this, the notification email didn't turn up in my inbox, and the review alerts don't turn up either. Any comments?

P.P.P.S Oh, and the cocksucker lips idea? Yeah that doesn't belong to me either. I read it somewhere and it stuck. Who-ever it is deserves credit for coming up with such a sexy idea. :)

P.P.P.P.S Last one, I swear. The backdrop for this one is-just a bit-Superstar by Jamelia, which I don't own.