Captain Spirk
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Chapter 9: Bury Your Head In Sand
Jim.
He heard the voice calling his name in his head.
Jim.
Kirk groaned groggily.
His eyes felt heavy and his body felt like lead (to put it mildly) and thinking is slow and sluggish.
Ugghhh…
Jim.
There's the call again.
[Spock?]
Silence.
Uh…
[Er, Spock? Are you there?]
Strangely, he knew that Spock was there and not shielding from him whatsoever.
He'd know if Spock's shielding him out.
The number of times that had occured ever since they've been stuck together.
It seemed to him that Spock is asleep?
No.
Or passed out…
Hm…
'Must be a dream,' Kirk thought inanely.
Without opening his eyes (because it seemed like a futile effort), Kirk stretched and tried to force his body to move to a comfortable position. That's when he felt a pair of very warm hands encircling his wrists; positively pinning him to the bed.
'This is no dream Th'y'la.'
A voice and warm breath on the nape of his neck.
Oh God.
Kirk's eyes snapped open.
To meet the depth of the darkest deepest void of brown smouldering eyes.
Spock's eyes.
What?
'What are you doing?' he gasped.
Instead of answering, the Vulcan swept onto the bed with liquid grace that is Vulcan-given without breaking neither eye nor hand contact; effectively rendering Kirk immobile. Kirk tried to struggle against Spock's hold just because he can and not because he really wanted to…
OH NO!
'Spock, let go off me!' he said desperately looking everywhere but Spock's eyes because he knows that if he stared into that gaze he would fall and never get up again.
The Vulcan did not relent. If any, his hold tightened-almost possessively. Kirk squirmed underneath the hot Vulcan body and found himself powerless against Spock's strength.
It is just so easy to give into temptation.
But apparently Jim Kirk is not made for easy.
'Stop this Spock!' he choked out with all his strength trying to stop this madness. Before it drove him insane because, oh God, he truly wants and needs…no…
'It is illogical to deceive yourself, Captain,' Spock purred into his ears and made Kirk shudder in desire. Spock's lips ghosted on his and Kirk felt his grasp on control slip…
NO!
He tried to push Spock away from him, never mind the fact that Vulcans are much stronger than Human. He just needs to get away.
Far, far away.
'Cease this foolishness!' Spock's voice was commanding and cold. Apparently he has had enough of Kirk's weak attempts at escape.
And before Kirk could do anything; before he could even think, Spock had claimed him in a desirous kiss. 'Give it up Jim,' he heard his own voice commanded and that was when all reserve was dispersed and gone in that single instant.
'S-Spock,' he gasped as the Vulcan's hands began wondering all over Kirk's body, studying every contour like it was the most fascinating thing in the universe.
Garments were soon discarded to a forgettable heap on the cabin floor.
He felt Spock's warm hands encircling his waist in an unmistakable embrace and the warm Vulcan body pressed against his in a perfect fit…
Control was no longer an issue as Kirk relinquished all to Spock. Somehow only Spock is capable to render him thus; completely powerless and at his lover's mercy but Kirk did not miss being in control. Kirk might have called out in his satisfaction and he found himself uncaring if anyone had heard him.
Hazily he thought he caught a smile spread across the usually stoic Vulcan calm.
And Kirk felt contented, happy…COMPLETE.
'Sleep, Th'y'la,' Spock whispers.
Cocooned as he was within the Vulcan's protective embrace; Kirk complied willingly.
It felt like many moments later that Kirk awoke again with a start.
Huh?
He can clearly sense Spock's consciousness slumbering within his mind and he somehow, somehow knows that the earlier reprieve was but a dream.
He sighed, torn between relief and frustration.
It was all but a dream.
And apparently from the feel of it; Spock was mercifully unaware of any of it.
Phew.
He'd be screwed if Spock had been able to sense and visualised what he had dreamt.
He tried to not think about it, he fears of what his First Officer would think of him if Spock found out.
Apparently though, luck was on his side.
No matter what had happened the alcohol effect was enough to throw even Spock off balance.
[Man. I wonder what Bones had spiked it with the devil]
He groaned as he tried to open his heavily lidded eyes.
Man, hangover sucks.
I'm so gonna get Bones for this ruse.
Perhaps he'd prayed too much.
His eyes eventually open to…
'GUH!'
'WHAT THE HELL BONES?'
Yep. He opened his eyes only to find himself nose to nose to the Doctor dearest.
Bones sprang away from him the moment Kirk bolted upright from his previously prone position.
'Jesus Bones,' he began.
'What do you have to do that for?'
He did his best to deliver his most stern glare at the Doctor.
And failed miserably.
That's when he noticed that Bones looked like a strange combination of someone who is struggling between nausea, bewilderment and amusement.
'Me?' the Doctor began.
'Well you're the one who seemed to be very loud in your sleep and as your physician it's my damn duty to check up on you.
Oh.
Or rather…
Oh no.
'What exactly did I said in my sleep Bones?'
Bones disgusted look partially confirmed Kirk's suspicion.
'Look Jim, I'm really sorry for offering you brandy… earlier man, cos sheesh now I'm gonna have to bleach my brains out for that mental image you'd given me.'
There is no doubt in Kirk's mind now.
Apparently McCoy had heard EVERYTHING.
Kirk tried and failed miserably to look dignified and Captain of Starship- ish to no avail; there's no fooling McCoy.
'Bones…' he began quietly.
But the Doctor cut him off.
'Really Jim, this sort of thing is crazy. Of all the people in the world you'd have the hots for you picked the Hobgoblin?
Kirk gave him a defiant look at that comment.
'This is patient-doctor confidentiality Bones.'
The Doctor sighed.
'Look Jim, I'm your friend. I'd chide you forever but I'd never out you to anyone,' he said.
Kirk relaxed slightly.
He knew can trust Bones when it matters most.
The Doctor regarded him seriously.
'Jim, you secret is safe with me man. But I supposed you don't want Spock to find out.
Kirk returned the gaze steadily.
And decided to change the subject.
'What did you do to him Bones? He seemed to be out cold. Bit too unusual for a Vulcan. As far as I know they have high alcohol tolerant.
The Doctor gave a wry smile to the question.
'Well, what do you know Jim. This is out of my normal medical judgement. The only reason I can give you is the fact that for some inexplicable reasons, the combination of your genetic materials has lowered both of your tolerant to alcohol. Somehow the effect seemed more pronounced in Spock. Obviously, I was not aware of such things from the physical exam.'
'You mean; you didn't do it on purpose for your own amusement?'
McCoy grimaced.
'You think? Look Jim, I'm a doctor, there are such things as ethics you know.'
Kirk wanted to retort a sarcastic remark to the Doctor's statement but apparently his thought patterns are severely hampered still by the brandy –not to mention the dream-although he would never admit it to Bones or to Spock.
He remembered how easily he gave into his desire in the dream. It was a weakness that he could not allow to spill into his real life.
McCoy however, saw the thoughtful look crossed his visage.
'Jim, you do know that burying your head in sand won't solve the issue here, will it?'
'What are you talking about Bones?' feigning innocence.
'You know what I mean Jim. Start facing the truth man!'
Kirk gave no reply to that.
To Be Continued.
A/N: I sucketh at LOVE SCENES. That is all. The end. (XP)
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