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“I serve you during the day. At night, you will serve me.”
James Kirk, Captain of the I.S.S. Enterprise, shivered inwardly at the silky, seductive tone of his First Officer’s voice. He had been wanting this; Spock had finally forced him to see it. Not that he’d as yet admitted it to the Vulcan. He wanted that wrung from him - as Spock had wrung the desire from his now flushed and tense body. He waited on the Vulcan’s bed, taut with excitement, watching as the long, lean figure disrobed. That Spock had brought him to this breathless state of arousal while remaining completely clothed only increased Kirk’s hunger.
He could vividly recall the seduction: the fire that smoldered in the Vulcan’s dark eyes; the casual arrogance with which the long-fingered hand reached out to caress him; the certainty in the low, commanding voice. Spock had gotten Kirk to his cabin with a request that had piqued the Human’s curiosity. He’d said there was a matter of vital interest to ‘the captaincy.’ Not ‘the captain.’ And Spock was always very precise in his choice of words. Kirk went, prepared for any sort of treachery.
Spock had offered him a drink. Kirk had taken it with his customary bravado. “I don’t think you’re crude enough to poison me,” he’d said. Spock had replied with an enigmatic half smile. After finishing the drink and accepting another, Kirk asked about ‘the captaincy.’ Spock gave him another maddening smile, then rose. He stood before Kirk, took the glass, then boldly, passionately kissed him.
Kirk fought, of course, but Vulcan strength prevailed. And after only a few forced caresses, Kirk found himself fiercely responding. And then Spock got sensual and seductive - and skilled. Kirk couldn’t believe how skilled. He wondered where the Vulcan had learned it. At least, he wondered until arousal shattered his ability to think.
Spock’s fingers skimmed over his skin, barely touching in a way that left Kirk tingling. He could sense the warmth of the hotter alien flesh radiating in subtle, sensual waves as the Vulcan continued to touch him.
“You no longer fight my touch,” Spock murmured.
Kirk was too caught in the Vulcan’s spell to answer.
“Good, good. I want you to enjoy this, my captain.”
The bearded mouth came down to his chest. The touch of it was like fire on Kirk’s much cooler skin. He shuddered as Spock licked his sweat-glazed flesh, the tongue moving slowly over his nipple. His fingers still danced over Kirk’s body, the caresses becoming firmer as they moved lower. When the languid oral embrace turned abruptly harsh, Kirk nearly cried out. But immediately after, Spock grabbed his cock, fiercely stimulating, and Kirk forgot the pain of the bite. He gasped Spock’s name and was rewarded with a low chuckle and continued arousal. He found himself aching to return the excitement, but Spock moved his hands away.
“Not yet, James,” he crooned. “I will tell you when I wish you to touch me.”
Kirk couldn’t stop the pleasurable shivering. It was erotic, the strong brash Captain willingly dominated. He knew only Spock could have brought him to this, for more reason than Vulcan strength. They were a powerful team already. How much more could be theirs as lovers? A matter of vital interest to the captaincy, indeed! That thought was an aphrodisiac in itself. Added to Spock’s sensual grace and silky, seductive manner, it was overwhelming. Kirk had often thought of what Spock must be like with a woman. He’d seen whores after Vulcans were done with them. Imagining the power in that lean frame had fueled many a night’s masturbation. Now, the thought that he would soon know fed his already strong desires.
And then Spock moved away and spoke of serving. And Kirk waited; hungry, breathless, as the Vulcan slowly, erotically removed his clothing.
Kirk’s head reeled at the sight. Spock was glorious naked. His skin was an incongruously delicate jade green. The mass of dark hair on his chest and stomach and surrounding the darker olive column of his erection was silky and looked to be as soft as fur. And the column itself.... Kirk couldn’t take his eyes off it. He was known as being well-endowed himself, but Spock was simply magnificent. The head flared proudly, as smooth as satin, the shaft jade steel. Spock noticed his stare and the half-smile again claimed his features. He held out an imperial hand.
“Come to me, James.’
Kirk did. When he reached the lean body, Spock harshly pushed him to his knees.
“You enjoy the sight?” he whispered.
Kirk swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good. Suck me.”
To his surprise, Kirk obeyed without hesitation. Spock’s soft “ahh” pulsed in him as the hot Vulcan organ pulsed in his mouth. Its taste was bitter, a coppery metallic as pleasantly acrid as the strong male scent. Powerful fingers curled through Kirk’s hair, keeping him steadily to his task. Excitement was making Kirk’s body weak, his mind ablaze with hedonism. Yes, Spock, he thought, control me, dominate me – take me, my powerful Vulcan!
Spock chuckled again and Kirk became aware that the hands so carefully placed on his head were enabling Spock to read his thoughts. Knowing it excited him more, almost beyond endurance. He clutched at the Vulcan’s hips, sucking harder, moving his tongue in swirling arousal over the shaft that pumped rhythmically in his mouth. He was sweating, in an agony of desire, when Spock pulled suddenly away.
“Milk yourself,” Spock commanded and the fiery eyes burned through Kirk’s being. He reached for his own swollen organ, eyes closing in ecstasy.
Spock watched Kirk’s masturbation with smoldering satisfaction. He had wanted the Human on his knees for a very long time. To have him there at last was heady pleasure. His eyes drank in the golden body, the proud, arrogant features now humbled in fervent response to Spock’s every desire. The lion-eyes were closed with his passion, the rouged erection straining against the captain's own pumping hand. Spock let the hunger pull at him, but not claim him. Not yet. The time was not right. He wanted to savor all the pleasures of Kirk’s flesh before that final completion.
So long I have waited, he thought, watching, wanting. Others cool my fire but never quench it. Others have not your power to offer me. Now, soon, l will take it all, make it mine. It will be sweet, Kirk, perhaps the sweeter for having been so long denied. You will indeed serve me this night, far more than you will ever know. And I will revel in my possession of you. Such an easy thing to accomplish after all. You have wanted me, my swaggering captain. You will know it before I finish with you. And know your desire has brought you to this.
Kirk began to groan helplessly and Spock ceased his reverie to issue one command. “Stop.”
Kirk did without protest and Spock smiled. “You are a beautiful sight,” he said. “Come to me.”
Still panting, Kirk rose on unsteady legs to be clasped in Spock’s fierce embrace. Spock reveled in the wet coolness of the Human mouth as he kissed Kirk harshly. The sweat-damp skin was arousing and Spock ran his knowledgeable hands over the firm flesh, making Kirk shudder against him. He pulled the Human back to the bed. “Present yourself to me,” he murmured.
There was the slightest hesitation in Kirk’s eyes, confirming Spock’s suspicion and hope that his captain was virgin - at least with men. “On your knees,” he explained in the same taunting, seductive tone, “your shoulders to the bed, your hips raised with your legs parted.” Kirk assumed the position with a rapidity that fed Spock’s hunger. So eager for it, Kirk! How long shall I make you wait? How long can 1?
“Mmmm.” The sound was of lascivious approval. “You please me, James.”
“I - want to,” Kirk managed.
“Yes, of course. And you will, I have no doubts.” Spock slowly approached him, reaching for the lubricating cream kept on his nightstand. It felt cool and silky as he carefully applied it to his dark erection, in full view of Kirk’s avid stare. He had almost forgotten its sensuality: his usual lovers did not require such aids to penetration. He smiled at Kirk’s intake of breath when he squeezed some onto his fingers and the Human realized where those fingers would go. So hungry, James, Spock thought greedily. I will enjoy this.
He eased the cheeks of Kirk’s ass apart, running his fingers slowly along the crack, pushing into the anus with steady pressure. Kirk flinched. Spock suppressed his chuckle. He continued working the cream into the intended orifice, dilating it, delighting in Kirk’s shudders and gradual, hedonistic response. Soon Kirk was writhing against his hand, erotic and hungry.
“God - Spock!” he gasped. “Do it - now! I want you! Take me - do it!”
“Beg,” Spock whispered.
“Damn you, Spock…!”
“Beg.”
“What more do you...?”
Spock began thrusting his fingers in and out and reached around to grab Kirk’s throbbing erection. “Beg!” he repeated fiercely. The words were an explosion.
“Please, Spock, please!” Kirk cried out.
With savage joy, Spock climbed over the eager, open body and sheathed himself fully with one, brutal thrust.
Kirk screamed and the laughter was torn from Spock’s throat. He dug his fingers into the Human’s flesh, settling into the hard, driving rhythm that most pleased him. He ignored Kirk’s helpless sobs, losing himself in the pleasure of the tight channel. Gods, it was good! He’d get his fill from this Human, drain him completely, then... then...
He went on, letting the erotic intensity sear him, but he remained aware of the body beneath him, aware of Kirk, listening, waiting for the inevitable change from pain to passion. It was not long in coming. He had prepared Kirk well. With the steady attack on his muscles, the Human soon relaxed, and with relaxation came pleasure. Kirk began to moan, his body going with the hedonistic assault. Spock laughed again, increasing his thrusting. Kirk began writhing. Spock shuddered with erotic delight. When the Human began gasping words of impassioned pleading, Spock knew the time had come. He leaned forward, kissing and biting at Kirk’s throat, his hands caressing the golden sides, slipping beneath the cool, damp body to clasp at the broad shoulders.
“Yes!” Kirk groaned. “God, Spock - yes!”
Spock smiled, using his great strength to lift Kirk’s torso up off the bed. “You want this,” he rasped darkly.
“Yes!” Kirk cried.
“You give to me freely.”
“Yes!”
“You are mine!”
“YES!!”
Hungry, ferocious, Spock thrust with all his strength. Kirk screamed with ecstasy, his semen spurting onto the bed as he reached his climax.
And at that moment, the door to Spock’s cabin slid open. A figure moved swiftly to the bed, steel glinting in its hand. Spock’s eyes gleamed and he growled, “Open your eyes, James.”
Kirk did. They went wide and he screamed again, but the sound was cut off as a knife slashed across his throat.
Blood poured from the wound as Spock dropped the lifeless, still-warm body to the bed. The savage hunger still blazed in his eyes as he pulled away, stepping from the bed, opening his arms to his lover. The figure came to him, pulling off clothing, as hungry as Spock.
“Captain,” Sulu breathed hoarsely.
Spock smiled, driving into the eager body.