Ch 7: Control

The Enterprise was completely silent when Kirk came aboard. It seemed every single crew member was taking full advantage of the two weeks of shore leave before their five year mission begun. After parting with his own family, he couldn't really blame any of them. He was already feeling the pangs of homesickness and he had just left. But he really did need to have some time to himself to think. The dreams were still persisting, and it seemed like his waking life was being invaded by thoughts of Spock as well. He thought about the way the man walked, the deep tone of his voice that varied between tenor and baritone, the smoothness of his face…

Kirk shook his head. If he let his train of thought roam free for much longer, he'd find himself in need of another cold shower. He sighed, realizing that at his current rate, a cold shower was inevitable. Though he was beginning to realize his feelings for the Vulcan ran far deeper and far stronger than he had believed, he wasn't quite ready to act on any arousal that resulted from any indecent thoughts, which he seemed to have more often than he cared for nowadays.

As he passed by the Vulcan's quarters, Kirk wondered if Spock was still on the colony. This was a rare chance for him to see the progress of his people, one he wouldn't get again soon. It was likely that he was doing everything he could to assist them while he had the free time to do so. On the off chance that the Vulcan really was on the ship, he knocked lightly on the door. As he expected, there was no response. Of course, that didn't mean the Vulcan wasn't in the room. For all he knew, he was inside the room sleeping soundly in his bed. Kirk began to wonder if Spock wore clothing when he went to sleep at night…

He shook his head violently as more improper thoughts of Spock sprung to his mind. Was there no escape from it? He stalked down the corridor to his room and opened the door. Much to his surprise, he found Spock sitting down in the corner, a data pad in his hands.

Kirk gave a startled cry in surprise. His heart immediately began to race at the sight of the very last person he expected or wanted to see. Here he was, still trying to sort his feeling out about Spock, and he was sitting there inside his room, waiting for him! "Jesus, Spock! I thought you were visiting the new Vulcan colony!"

Spock shifted his attention from his data pad and quirked an eyebrow at Kirk. "Indeed I was. In fact I spent more time at the colony than I had originally anticipated. Despite that, I found it agreeable to see my people recovering from their loss and moving forward with their lives." He cocked his head to the side. "If anyone should be surprised, it should be me. I had thought you would be spending the entirety of the two weeks of shore leave we were granted by Starfleet with your family in Iowa. Why would you return to the Enterprise with a whole week left?"

"Oh," Kirk said, trying to keep a cool demeanor. He certainly didn't want to tell the Vulcan he had come back early to determine whether or not he really loved him or not. So he did what most humans did when they didn't want to tell the truth and were on the spot – he adlibbed. "Well, there's only so much of Iowa to soak in. Two weeks and I would have been bashing my own head in! Besides I couldn't stay away from the Enterprise for too long, I had…important…captainy…stuff…….why the hell are you in my room?!?" Kirk may have been pretty good at adlibbing normally, but it was rather hard for him to think with his heart thumping in his ears.

Spock thought for a moment. Why did he come to Kirk's quarters instead of his own? He had intended to retire to his quarters and practice meditation, but for some reason, he found himself drawn to Kirk's quarters. His heart skipped a beat as he locked eyes with the handsome young captain before him. When he stared into his stunning blue eyes, he realized he didn't really care why he was there, he was just glad that he was. But of course, he had to answer his captain; being caught sitting inside his room may not have been a punishable offense, but it was certainly out of the ordinary.

"I…must admit," he stumbled, having even more trouble adlibbing than Kirk had, "I am a bit uncertain myself as to why I chose your quarters instead of mine. Perhaps it was, as you humans say, my gut instinct, which led me here."

"Yeah, I don't exactly see how or why your 'gut instinct' would lead you here of all places," Kirk said, unable to keep the venom out of his voice. "To be honest, I'd really prefer to have some time alone."

A stab of pain shot through Spock's heart unexpectedly. Faltering, he replied, "That is completely understandable Captain, however considering you are on the ship, I believe it to be imperative that I be debriefed on my findings." He couldn't describe it, but now that he had seen that the captain was on the ship with him, he wanted to tell him everything he experienced.

Kirk was decidedly less eager to see the Vulcan, much less be alone on the ship with him. He turned his head away, exasperated. He really wanted more time to think about things before having to deal with Spock. "Spock," he said carefully. "I'm sure you've learned quite a bit from your stay, but seeing as how everything you learned from the other Spock was already implanted into my head, I doubt anything you tell me will be a surprise."

"On the contrary," retorted Spock. "I believe you only have half the story, and unintentionally at that."

"Well intentional or not, the half I got has been wrecking havoc with me for a while now, and I'd like to try and get that out of my system before I regain command of the Enterprise with you as my number one, and let me tell you, having you alone with me in this room is the worst possible situation for me to be in right now!"

Spock carefully placed his data pad on the desk behind him. He stood up and began walking closer to Kirk. Something had snapped inside of him when he heard Kirk's words. He wasn't angry, but he suddenly felt like confronting the captain. "And why would that be, Captain? Surely you aren't emotionally compromised in any way? I would hate to have to regain command of the Enterprise when you have already been officially sworn in as its leader."

Kirk backed into the door, trying desperately to get away from Spock. The look in his eyes unnerved him. He suddenly remembered the last vivid dream of him and Spock in a scarily similar situation, and was afraid he could see where this could go. "Hey, stay away from me, alright? I don't want you getting any closer to me…"

"Whatever is the matter, Captain?" Spock said, now slowly chasing Kirk around the edge of the room. "Could it be you are afraid to be near me?"

"Man, I told you, get away from me!" Kirk knocked over papers and assorted knick knacks that sat on his desk as he continued to get as far away from Spock as he could. Tripping over his own foot, he fell backwards onto his bed. He crawled backwards on the bed, anxious to get away, but was quickly reliving his last dream almost verbatim.

Spock stood over Kirk, who had managed to worm his way into the corner of his room. Quickly assessing the situation, he could tell that Kirk was in no condition to try and escape. And seeing as Spock held the greater strength of the two, Kirk could easily be overpowered so long as he was within his grasp. Although it was not his original intention to bring the situation to its current development, the human side of him found this to be a rather enjoyable turn of events.

"Captain, I must say, I never thought I would see a man of your character cowering in the corner of his room in such a way, especially not because of me. I find this…" Spock raised an eyebrow and gave an evil smirk that sent Kirk's heart into his throat. "Fascinating."

"Well, be fascinated in another room, will ya?" Kirk pleaded from the corner, drawing his knees up. There was no way he was going to be violated like he had been in his dream. Not if he could help it. Unfortunately, he was so wracked with fright, he couldn't put his normal battle plan of swing first, talk later into action.

Something unfamiliar stirred inside of Spock, something carnal, something strangely dark. He found himself allured by the power he had over the situation. He also found himself enjoying the fact that the cocky James Tiberius Kirk was now completely vulnerable. There was nothing he could possibly do to gain the upper hand in this situation. No tricks, no lies, not even brute strength.

Spock was completely in control.

He lowered himself onto the bed and crawled on hands and knees over to where Kirk sat in the corner, relishing the fear he saw in his eyes. Kirk turned his head and closed his eyes tightly, thinking childishly that if he didn't make eye contact, Spock would just go away. Spock took Kirk's chin firmly in his hand and forced his head to turn back to face him. Kirk's eyes opened to see Spock dark eyes staring fiercely at him. Memories of the dream came flooding back as he felt himself get lost in those mysterious eyes. He felt himself begin to lose control completely, but he was unsure of how he felt about it. The heat of the moment made him yearn for Spock to dominate him as he had in the dream, but the part of him which still held on to reason made him squirm in defiance.

Kirk breathlessly cried, "No…don't…" which only drew Spock's attention to his lips. Now that he looked, he realized just how full and pink Kirk's lips were. They were slightly moist and look incredibly soft. Spock knew full well that he would never know just how soft they were until he sampled them for himself. He leaned forward and kissed Kirk full on the lips, sucking tenderly on his bottom lip. They were even softer than they looked, and tasted somewhat sweet. Kirk's mind went blank as the sweet sensation of Spock's lips commanded his full attention. Time itself stood still and absolutely nothing else in the universe existed except him and Spock. It was a kiss unlike anything he had ever experienced.

Spock's hand released its grip from Kirk's face and began trailing down, down his neck, down his chest, and down his stomach. When the hand passed his waistline, Kirk's senses returned to him, and the full reality of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks. He reached out with his hands and shoved Spock hard in the chest. Caught completely off guard, Spock flew off the bed and landed backwards onto the floor. The two looked at each other with wide eyes, both unsure if what had just happened was real or not. Spock blinked rapidly, suddenly realizing what he had just done. It was the bridge incident all over again, only this time, he was unprovoked. Something inside of him had snapped, and once again, he lost all control over his emotions. What was it about this man that drove him to react this way?

Spock quickly stood up and stared at Kirk, who still had a look of fear on his face, but this time, confusion showed as well. Without speaking a word, Spock turned on his heel and left the room, leaving Kirk to recuperate.

Kirk stared at the door which now sat wide open. He was unsure of what happened, and even more unsure of why he stopped it. He struggled to regain his breath, but it was as though Spock had stolen the very air out of his lungs with that one single kiss. He wanted to run after Spock and continue where he had left off, but he also wanted to hide away in his room until the shore leave was over. He balled back up into the corner of his room and thought silently:

What's happening to me?!?