5. "Breakin' the Rules" ~AC/DC

Regulation ties

Regulation shoes

Those regulation fools

With the regulation rules

Just keep on breakin' the rules

C'mon get ready to rule

Get ready

Just keep on breakin' the rules

C'mon get ready

Ready to rule

Take off your ties

And your regulation shoes

You're nothing but a bunch of regulation fools

And your damn regulation rules

I'm gonna do things my own way

Everyday, everyday,

In everyway

I ain't gonna pay no attention to your rules

Kirk went stone cold.

"You want to play STRIP poker? Should I be drunk for this?"

"On the contrary, Jim, intoxication would likely lower your chances of adequately continuing the game, therefore allowing me no real challenge." Spock was still the picture of composure, holding Kirk's gaze complacently as Kirk tried to wrap his head around this sudden turn of events. Well, no way I'm complaining.

"Well then, prepared to literally have the pants beaten off you." Kirk smirked impishly, allowing none of his slightly flustered mindset to show through. If Spock wanted a challenge, he'd get one. Kirk was king of poker.

The first round was played in tense silence, both men angling for the other to be the first to shed an article of clothing. Spock seemed to study his cards as if they were an intriguing scientific question, only raising his eyebrow at the captain as Jim grinned and slapped his cards down. "Full house, Spock. I assume you know what that means?"

The Vulcan calmly laid his cards face up as well: a straight. Kirk had won the first round. "Affirmative. I believe my shoes count as one loss together?" Still straight faced, Spock unfolded his legs and untied his standard black boots, placing them off to the side and returning to his previous spot on the floor, not commenting on Kirk's face as it had turned reddish under his victory grin. "Fascinating. I had calculated a probability of success with such a hand." His eyes came to Kirk's again, silently encouraging the dealer to continue.

Kirk looked down and focused briefly on the new set of cards, briefly pulling himself back together. Come on, he'd played strip poker with tons (well not tons) of people before, including other guys. Spock was no different, right? He could handle anything his First officer threw at him. Besides, I'm winning.

The first hand, however, failed to imply the direction of the following wins. Kirk's shoes, socks, and over-shirt quickly came off as Spock won the following rounds, daring to smirk slightly as Kirk stood up to pull of his golden long sleeve. "I thought Vulcans weren't supposed to lie."

"I have not lied so far, Captain. I'm simply playing the game." Spock was almost definitely smug now, looking at Kirk expectantly as he sat down again in his black undershirt.

"Bluffing is lying, Spock. And remember, it's Jim."

"Of course."

Kirk grumbled lowly; this was not the way he'd planned to spend the evening. If anyone should be stripping in my quarters it should be him. Could he cheat a bit without being caught? Spock was still new to poker, he probably didn't know too much about selective shuffling yet… Then again he was half Vulcan and extremely perceptive. It's like he could tell Kirk was up to something intrinsically.

Kirk had won three rounds before Spock brought it up. His socks, blue officer's shirt and black undershirt were folded and stacked neatly at the foot of the bed a few feet away, yet Spock seemed oblivious to his state of undress, apparently consumed in the mechanics of this new game. Kirk, however…

"I believe you have been unlawfully manipulating the cards, Jim, for the past round or two." Kirk's eyes jerked up to Spock's face, his classic eyebrow raise looking sexier than ever on the shirtless man across from him. He'd been distracted, tracing the subtle planes of Spock's chest and arms in his head. Oops. Chill out, Jim. If he notices the lingering glances Spock might leave immediately, ripping the chance to see more from under his nose. Pretend to be offended.

"I'm surprised at you Spock, thinking I can't win a round or two without resorting to cheating!" Kirk pouted slightly, looking at Spock from through his eyelashes, and Spock's gaze changed. It was almost invisible, a slight shift as the Vulcan leaned closer by a fraction and his eyes became sharper. What the-

"I believe the proper recompense is due for your cheating. Two rounds you won without merit, therefore two losses counted automatically against you." Kirk went just a little red, recovering quickly as he decided to push his luck even as his black undershorts became slightly tighter. Fuck it, if he insists my pants come off they'll come off.

Kirk huffed and rose to his feet again, peeling off his undershirt and tossing it behind him as he undid his belt, Spock's eyes locked with his the entire time. Button undone… zipper slooooowly pulled down. If he was going to do this he was going to enjoy it while it lasted. His slacks hit the floor and he stepped out of them, kicked them back slightly without breaking eye contact with Spock, and moved to sit back down in his black boxer briefs. He grinned languidly.

And was only given a second of warning – a slight rumble from somewhere in front of him – before he was knocked backward, suddenly pinned underneath another hard body as his head bounced off the floor. Thank god for the rug.

After blinking away the slight daze he refocused on the face above him: Spock's eyes were hot as he stared down at Kirk. "I wasn't aware of the version of this game that includes wrestling."

"I find that I am unable to continue the game at this time." Spock then leaned down, his nose brushing faintly against Kirk's cheek as his lips came millimeters from the captain's ear. "I admit to ulterior motives, Captain. In a way, I've been cheating as well."

Kirk wasn't thinking very rationally anymore. The hot breath on the shell of his ear caused a flush that he could feel running from his forehead to his toes and he couldn't help it: the hand above his head came to the back of Spock's neck as he twisted his head and caught Spock's mouth in a kiss.

He was making out with Spock. It was hot and sharp and alien and awesome. He didn't remember when his eyes closed, but as soon as Spock caught Kirk's other hand and twined their fingers together, his eyes shot open at the electric sensation that passed through their fingertips. A Vulcan kiss and a human kiss, he thought. Damn. Spock was heavy on top of him now, the hand not connected to Kirk's yanking slightly at the captain's hair, pulling his chin up as they caught eyes for a long second. They were both breathing a bit harder now.

"Some ulterior motive," Kirk breathed, and Spock allowed himself a smirk as he moved his fingers, the first and middle folding up to lay against Kirk's same fingers. Kirk shuddered, a current of desire that was only half his running through him. "If you are amenable to the idea, Jim, I'd like to discontinue our current card game at this time." He sounded nearly predatory, caging Jim in with his immovable body. Kirk didn't need to be asked twice.