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"Smells likes a Georgia slaughterhouse in the middle of July. Phew!" Drawled
Doctor Leonard McCoy with all due enthusiasm. He waved away the assaulting
stench of alcohol, cigarette smoke and a host of other indescribable fetid
odors. "Certainly not the healthiest atmosphere for us, eh Spock?"  McCoy
commented with a gleam in his eye.
 
 "I concur with your assessment, Doctor," First Officer Spock replied
levelly, giving no indication of his own discomfort.
 
 "But a great place for a little R and R." McCoy nudged his friend them
cleared his throat.
 
 Spock merely quirked his brow. "Perhaps if one takes pleasure in
discomfort..then yes Doctor, I would agree."
 
 The pair dared to brave further into the dusty, dank, seedy looking bar on
this far flung colony world of Sherman's planet.
 
 The soles of Spock's Star Fleet issued boots grabbed at the grunge of the
filthy floor. The sticky sounds punctuated their steps, as they made their
way through the run down establishment.  Deep in their own conversations,
concerns or inebriety, the few remaining surly customers of the night seemed
oblivious to the clean crisp uniformed men.
 
 As McCoy edged his way through the rickety chairs and tipsy tables, he made
a low comment to Spock, "Hard to believe that this place was built only five
years ago."
 
 "Besides the nature of the corrosive atmosphere, Doctor, one must account
for the amount of traffic this establishment must take in. On the whole, I
would say that the building has stood up remarkably well having hosted
Klingons, Orions and human patrons, the likes of which we do not usually
consort with."
 
 "You mean outlaws, Spock?" McCoy conspiratorially whispered to his friend.
 
 "Precisely Doctor," was Spock's curt reply.
 
 Spock visually scanned the dim room, barely able to discern one face from
another. He was searching for someone in particular: the one who had arranged
this social rendezvous.  The Enterprise had the "honor " of successfully
delivering a new and uncontaminated supply of quadrotriticale to the planet.

 Departing from his usual habit, Spock had accepted the Captain's invitation
to join him and the chief medical for their customary visit to the most
despicable bar on every planet they came across.  He spotted his Captain in
the corner with what looked like a petite Vulcan female, her wet hair slicked
back.
 
 "Now that is something you do not see everyday," McCoy quipped.
 
 "What doctor?" Spock answered, his gaze remaining on the couple.
 
 "A freshly showered Vulcan." McCoy's voiced took on a sly tone as he added,
"I thought you people were afraid of the water?"
 
 A slightly ruffled Vulcan took a moment before replying. "We do not FEAR the
water, Doctor. It is merely considered decadent to be submerged in it."
 
 Arriving at the bar, the Doctor pulled up a stool and planted himself on the
cracked simulated leather seat. Spock took a moment to brush his seat off,
then gingerly perched himself upon the edge of the wobbly bar stool.
 
 While Spock kept one foot on the floor, to prevent himself from tobbling over, a low rumble from a near by corner drew his attention. He glanced over his shoulder, then quirked his brow. "I believe that I have
ascertained the source of the noxious odor, Doctor."
 
 McCoy glanced in the direction of Spock's gaze. There with his hands folded
on his oversize belly and his feet propped up on the table, slouched an
enormous Orion. While his eyes were concealed beneath his shabby wide brimmed
hat, his flabby green scarred jowls dominated his face.  He sat so still one
could almost mistake him for dead. But then he made an imperceptible move. A
move so subtle, that one had to keep their eyes riveted on him as he played
out his scene. He tilted his body to one side momentarily, the chair creaking
and threatening to give way beneath the load. His green lips curled and his
face scrunched as if in pain. A low rumble punctuated his biological release.
 He let out a low throaty groan, then visibly relaxed, settling back onto his
rear end.
 
 McCoy chuckled to himself mumbling, "Well that mystery has been solved."
 
 The rough looking bartender lumbered up to the pair and glared at them.
 
 "Whaddya want?" The bartender slurred the demand. Spock found it strangely
disconcerting to be unable to ascertain the gender of the person before them.
Though the humanoid bore a resemblance to a female with his/her full chest,
the deep voice bespoke a male gender.
 
 The apparent ambiguity did not seem to ruffle McCoy in the least and he
brashly ordered his poison of choice. "Mint Julep."
 
 The bartender and the patrons immediately surrounding them chuckled at the
obviously tame order.
 
 "We serve only two kinds a' drinks he'ah." The bartender grumbled, "Be'ah
an' whiskey"
 
 "Well, I suppose the beer is warm?" McCoy dared to venture.
 
 "As wa'hm as Romulan piss! " The androgynous bartender spat out.
 
 "Well, in that case.... We'll take the whisky." McCoy answered, his smiling
eyes revealing that he was in fact rather enjoying this abuse.
 
 The surly bartender slapped down two filthy glasses in front of them, poured
out a murky foul smelling liquid, splashing the two men as well as the bar.
Leaving the bottle by Spock, s/he swaggered away, futilely cleaning the
splintered bar with hir stained rag.
 
 Spock's eyes kept trailing back over to his captain and the female at the
far end of the bar. Her brows quirked in slight amusement as she watched the
human's mouth. Spock's curiosity was aroused and he watched with rapt
fascination at their exchange.
 
 The Doctor noticed Spock's interest and murmured to him. "Ohhh, he is
showing her the trick."
 
 Spock flinched slightly as he caught a whiff of the Doctor's sour alcohol
tinged breath.
 
 "Trick, Doctor?" Spock replied mildly intrigued by the hint. He sniffed his
drink, wrinkled his nose slightly in disgust, then pushed it away.  Before the country Doctor could answer, Kirk left his seat and sauntered over
to his two fellow officers. His hand pushed a bowl along the bar top.
 
 "She was not impressed? " The lilt in McCoy's voice betrayed his amusement.
 
 "No," Kirk nodded his head then looked to this Vulcan friend, as he slipped
into the stool beside Spock. His hazel eyes held his first officer's dark
curious gaze.  Then to Spock's amusement, a stem like object slipped past
James Kirk's pursed lips.
 
 "So you were trying to impress her with the stem trick?" McCoy chuckled as
he gestured to the tied cherry stem dangling from the handsome human's full
lips.
 
 Their exchange halted as the Vulcan female's slow stately approach caught
the trio's attention. Spock lowered his eyes in respect and she inclined her
head in acknowledgment. Her spicy scent tantalized their noses and infused
their senses, her fragrance lingering as she passed them by. Three pairs of
eyes became entranced as her bare hips swayed to an inner rhythm of her own.
 
 The Doctor plucked a cherry by it's stem from Kirk's bowl. He took the
succulent fruit in between his lips then popped the stem off. "I must say
that I have never seen a Vulcan dressed like that before."  The Doctor slyly
commented on her midriff baring, hip clinging skirt.
 
 "It is only logical Doctor for a member of the Clan of Hu'a to don such
attire." Spock took note of the elaborate tattooed symbols on her spine which
ran into the slight supple cleft of her backside. In a low voice, he
continued with his commentary. "Otherwise how could one notice her brand,
signifying her order. "
 
 "Are you trying to tell me Spock that she is a nun?"
 
 "A nun she is hardly, Doctor." Kirk offered as he chucked into his drink.
 
 "Doctor, as you know, Vulcan society is well ordered.  All clans have a
designation and a hierarchy, as well as ancient roles which are perpetuated
through each generation from the time of the beginning."
 
 "Yes, I know that, Spock," McCoy waved away the Vulcan's start of a long
drawn out explanation. Impatient to get to the point, McCoy cut right to the
heart of the matter. "But what does is it mean? To be in the Clan of Hu'a?"
 
 Spock's silence spoke volumes and Kirk's lecherous grin revealed the real
answer McCoy urgently demanded. "Ahhhh I see..You Vulcans are the best kept
secrets of the Federation!"  McCoy's eyes widened and his grin broadened. He
took a drink to steady his nerves, wondering if there was anyway he could
find one of these clans during their next visit to Vulcan.
 
 "IDIC Doctor. And I can assure you that the clan of Hu'a  upholds the
disciplines of Vulcan logic and mastery as stringently as any other clan,
tolerating very little variations from those traditions which their name sake
instituted."
 
 With Spock's' speech complete, the Doctor clapped him on the back and told
him that the next visit to Vulcan was his baby. Kirk laughed at the
inference, while Spock shifted in his seat. He readied himself to offer
further explanation to McCoy, but was halted with a good natured wave. "Never
mind, Spock. Forget it."
 
  Kirk and McCoy shared a cagey look as they attempted to sip on their foul
drinks. Spock's face went blank as his attention shifted to the bowl of
cherries before them.
 
 "Spock wants to learn!" McCoy quickly instigated as he grabbed a cherry from
the bowl as well. Attempting to stir things up as per usual.
 
 "I am not concerned in occupying my time with such frivolous pursuits,
Doctor," was the Vulcan's curt reply.  He reached for a cherry in the small
wooden bowl. As he brought it to his mouth, he noticed the pungent aroma of
the small fruit. He pulled the cherry from the stem and held
it in his fingertips.  He slipped the cherry into his mouth and as he bit
down, the juice burst forth.  He twirled the pit around in his mouth, as he
chewed the meat.
 
 The Captain, still twirling the stem in his lips, remained silent and
watched as his two best friends engaged in their usual banter.
 
 "What's the matter, Spock? Think you can't do it? And you don't want us to
see you fail?" McCoy egged him on striking at the chords within the Vulcan he
knew to be sensitive.
 
 "Doctor it is not necessary for me to prove to you or myself my ability or
inability to accomplish a simple task such as tying a cherry stem.? The
Vulcan's fingers began to fumble with the tiny stem.
 
 "In your mouth, Spock, " Kirk lisped with the stem still dangling from his
lips.
 
 "Captain?" Spock replied, slightly perplexed by his captain's order.
 
 "In your mouth, you tie it," he whispered with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
 
 The man slipped the pit through his lips, then swallowed the mashed cherry.
The sweetness lingered on his teeth and tongue. With slight trepidation,
Spock slipped the stem in between his lips. He felt the thin slight stem as
his tongue planted it to the roof of his mouth. He attempted to manipulate it
and bend it but it was not cooperating.

 "Like this Spock, " Kirk offered figuring that his friend might never figure
it out if left to his own devices.  They only had an hour before closing
time.  Kirk described to him the technique he utilized in obtaining the
necessary goal. Just to annoy the Vulcan, McCoy would tie stem after stem,
then lay them in a row in front of him. As if they were his trophies for the
Vulcan to be discouraged by.
 
 Except for mutual murmurs of approval, the three friends sat at the bar in
silence attempting to tie their respective stems.  The situation was
reminiscent of a similar one to Spock: a time when Kirk and McCoy had invited
him to a poker game and the doctor had taken a particular joy in witnessing
Spock's repeated defeat. "Read 'em and weep" was the doctor's favorite idiom
during the course of the game.
 
 Spurred on by this memory and the Doctor's goading, Spock endeavored not to
fail. He concentrated on the intricate dexterities which his tongue was
required to execute in order to accomplish this task. Finally, after the
twentieth attempt, a half knot was formed. His eyes widened slightly in
excitement and he opened his mouth revealing his accomplishment. There on the
tip of his tongue was a loosely tied cheery stem. Without the
pressure of his tongue, the knot quickly popped open. But it had been there, tied.
 
"Well, I'll be. He CAN do it." McCoy conceded. "Those frivolous endeavors
are not as easy as you think, eh there Spock?" The doctor good-naturedly
clasped Spock on the back. Kirk's and Spock's eyes remained locked in silent
congratulations. It was these tiny moments which brought them together.
 
 "Well, Spock practice makes perfect."  Jim quipped, giving his friend a
quick wink. His gaze remained on the Vulcan as he popped yet another cherry
into his mouth.
 
Spock quirked a brow and continued to tie stem after stem. Like McCoy, he
laid them in a row before him, like notches in his belt. He was training his
tongue and palate to tie the knots more efficiently and with greater speed.
He had almost caught up to the Doctor's count, when the bartender sauntered
up to the trio and grumbled that it was closing time.
 
 The men slipped from their sticky bar stools and headed to the exit. Kirk
halted for a moment, returned to the bar, and grabbed the remainder of the
cherries. Once he rejoined his friends, his face contorted to a curious
expression, then he gave out a slight chuckle. "Well, Bones it seems that our
first officer here has to be endowed with a kiss!"
 
  McCoy and Spock gave their captain a bewildered stare.  Kirk pointed a
finger up. There above their heads was the sorriest excuse for plant life
Spock had even seen. The tiny black nubs clung to knotted twigs flanked by
dried up brown leaves.
 
 "Mistletoe?" The Doctor chuckled, wriggling his brows at the intense dark
Vulcan man. "Looks like it has been here since they opened five years ago. Do
you have any idea what that means, Spock?" The county doctor's voice was
giggling.
 
 "No, Doctor I am not aware of the significance.?
 
 "Ahh, c'mon Spock. You mean to tell me you have never been kissed while
standing under the mistletoe. I figured Nurse Chapel would have nabbed you on
that one by now.  I will have to speak to that girl when we get back to the
ship."
 
 Kirk's eyes were merry as he watched the Doctor tease Spock once again. Will
they ever cease this? He hoped not.
 
 "Well," Jim countered. "Are we just going to overlook this? We are under the
mistletoe! Tradition demands that someone gets kissed!" McCoy looked to Spock
to gauge his reaction. Spock's Vulcan mask was implacable. Even the teasing
had not reached him this time. What was eating him? McCoy wondered for a
brief moment. Then Kirk interjected.
 
 "Oh all right, Bones.  I'll kiss you then." Kirk grabbed McCoy by the face
and gave his cheek a sound kiss. The two men chuckled, then continued on
their way, their Vulcan friend in tow.
 

Back on the Enterprise the three friends slowly ambled down the corridor, chatting and snickering along the way.

"G'night Bones, see you in the morning." The captain offered to his friend when they arrived at his quarters.

"Yea, I think all that stem tying has made me tired." McCoy scratched the back of his head, feeling the fatigue creep into his brain. "Think I will hit the rack. G'night Jim. G'night Spock." The doctor offered to the quiet man by his side.

"Good night, Doctor." Spock's somber voice reflected his inner sobriety.

McCoy considered Spock a curious sort.  The three of them had spent, what Bones considered, a fun evening. But here was Spock, as humorless as a ...as a Vulcan. Bones shook his head figuring that he would have more fun with a Klingon than this man. The doors to his quarters slid open and he entered his darkened room.

After the doctor departed, Kirk and Spock continued their mellow amble down the corridor. Neither of them in a rush to go anywhere in particular. Both men continued with the frivolous pursuits of tying and untying the stem within their mouths. Just enjoying the quiet presence of the other.

In a low quiet voice, Jim's request broke their reverie. "Want to see another trick Spock?"

At the sound of his voice and this personal request, Spock's stomach involuntary flip-flopped. His curiosity piqued and he cheerily replied, "Yes Captain it would be most intriguing to learn more engaging activities. If not, but for any other reason, to be able to goad the Doctor with my unexpected abilities." Spock gave the captain a sideways glance as they awaited the turbo lift. Jim entered first, then Spock followed

"But of course, Spock, to goad the doctor." The doors slide closed on a smirking James Kirk.

As they entered Kirk's darkened quarters, Spock eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. With a soft voice, the Captain called for lights at fifty percent. Spock was relieved with the degree of darkness, for he did not wish his captain to see the slight green flush on his face.

Kirk went directly to his bar and poured himself a drink. Spock had put out his hand, refusing the offer of another alcoholic beverage. The Captain swirled the aquamarine liquid around in his crystal glass, then swallowed it down in one gulp. Another was quickly poured.  While returning to Spock's side, he remarked, "You were a pretty quick study with that cherry trick."

With his hands firmly clasped behind his back, he watched Jim's slow approach, "Once I ascertained the technique it was merely a matter of mastery."

"Well, my friend, I have an additional challenge for you."  Kirk murmured then slugged down his second glass of the aromatic thick liquor.

The first officer quirked a brow at his captain's challenge.  Trying to place the scent of the liquor. He guessed it to be curaquor.

"Can you tie the stem while it is in someone else's mouth?" Kirk carefully placed his glass down on the table. Taking greater care in his movements, as he began to feel the effects of his many drinks over the course of the evening.

Spock's jaw clenched momentarily as he held his reaction, quelling his growing excitement.

To Spock's surprise, Kirk drew a stem from his pocket. With a light flick of his tongue, he licked it. Spock watched Kirk's fingers in rapt attention, as he deftly untied the knot with his fingertips. Again Kirk licked the tiny stem, then twirled it in front of Spock's mouth.
 
Spock's heart thumped in staccato anticipation, as he felt this feeling again. When they were on the bridge or with McCoy, the dizzy feeling did not exist. But at times like these, when it was just the two of them alone. When Jim would tease him or touch him, Spock felt a thrill ripple through his body, reacting more than any self respecting Vulcan should. The human seemed to be either oblivious to it or was encouraged by Spock's reaction. It was as if he rather enjoyed seeing the Vulcan squirm under the scrutiny.

Kirk brushed the stem along Spock's lips then quietly commanded, "Open up."

Without even realizing it, Spock let his lips part as his tongue slipped out.

Kirk delicately placed the stem on Spock's tongue. Satisfied with the placement, he grasped Spock firmly by his shoulders. Suddenly Jim opened his mouth wide then planted his lips right over the Vulcan's, much to Spock's shocked delight.

Kirk's thick strong muscle plunged into Spock's orifice. The Vulcan's eyes widened in amazement as his heart hammered in his body. But he did not impede the human's exploration of his mouth. Jim's fingers slipped into Spock's hair cradling his head within his palms, keeping the Vulcan's face firmly to his own while his tongue slithered around in this deliciously hot mouth.

As Spock held his own breath, he felt the soft warmth of the human's upon his upper lips, as Jim slowly and steadily breathed in an out.  All the while moving his mouth over Spock's, swirling his tongue within the snug confines of this hot mouth.  Spock's knees began to buckle, then Kirk withdrew his tongue from Spock's. There on the tip of his tongue... was the cherry stem... tied!!
 
Spock exclaimed, "That was most fascinating!"
 
Kirk plucked the stem from his tongue, licked his lips, then replied, "Now you try, Spock.?

Jim's fingers nervously fumbled with the tiny stem as he untied it for his Vulcan friend.

With his face flushed hot and his blood pounding in his ears, Spock watched in excited anticipation. He let his tongue slip through his moist green lips awaiting his prize. Kirk's eyes locked with Spock's as he gingerly placed the stem on the green tongue. In a soft voice, Kirk instructed the man to give it a try. With his tongue still jutting past his open mouth, Spock leaned closer to his captain's face.

Many other occasions had forced them to draw close for a whispered conversation, but he had never been affected by the proximity before. He felt the warm breath of the human once again on his face. Every line around his eyes attested to the quick smiles of this dynamic human. Even the sweet scent of cherries assaulted Spock's mastery as Jim's gentle breath blew on his face.

Kirk opened his eager mouth as Spock slipped his tongue tip into that red warm cavern. He jolted slightly as Kirk's mouth closed down on his tongue. Jim gave the hot tongue a gentle suck, then opened his mouth wider. Spock attempted to recapture the stem, but it rolled back and forth between their dueling tongues. Spock, on the pretense of chasing the stem, began to explore Jim's mouth. Noting the coolness compared with his own, the extra slickness of the saliva and the teeths' differing contours.

The two men let out deep moans, then Spock suddenly withdrew his tongue from Jim's mouth.
 
"What?" The perplexed human demanded, his mouth wet and red
 
 Jim's flushed passion was most arousing and Spock was barely able to stammer out, "I seemed to have swallowed the stem, Jim."..cough..cough..
 
Jim smiled, "Well, lucky for you, my Vulcan friend, I have a few extras right here." From his jacket pocket, Jim withdrew a napkin and inside were the cherries he had retrieved from the bar. "Captains are always prepared."

The two shared a mutual snicker. For the first time that night, Spock let his face relax into a grin. It was a most lascivious grin, Jim noted, and he rather liked that look on his Vulcan friend.

"Well," Spock's voice rasped, deep with meaning, "it seems that we now have an abundance to practice with."

Spock selected one cherry by its stem. Kirk's eyes remained on the slow actions of the man before him.  His green tongue withdrew from his mouth and his fingers gingerly dropped the cherry on it.  His mouth closed down on the tiny fruit but still allowed the stem to protrude from between his lips. As he wriggled the cherry, the stem moved across his pursed lips.

In amusement, Kirk's tongue followed it path, trying in excited earnest to capture the stem. Spock jerked his head back, teasing the human. At times, Jim would miss and his tongue would accidentally licks Spock's lips or his chin. Finally in good humored frustration, the Captain grabbed his first officer by the ears and covered his mouth with his own.
 

Spock opened his mouth, then Kirk's tongue snuck in as he stole the cherry!  As a shocked and panting Spock gazed at his captain, Kirk chewed on the cherry. With a flourish, he plucked the stem from his lips, then wriggled his brows, daring Spock to try and get it back.
 
"You should know me by now, Spock. I play to win!"

Kirk's bravado aroused the Vulcan even further to the point where Spock found
himself pursuing the stem and the human for the rest of the night. The two
men went back and forth, trying to tie the cherry in the other's mouth. With
little effort, James Kirk was victorious. But  success continually
eluded the Vulcan.
 
How the two men got into their predicament was a blur to them both. After a
flurry of kisses, caresses, whispered desires and blissful moans, a dazed
Kirk looked down at the kneeling Vulcan before him.

He did something that he had so long to do: he gently caressed Spock's ears.
Long slow strokes upon the elegantly pointed tips. Then his fingers ran through
Spock's dark silk, ruffling the neat appearance of the impeccable hair.
Peering from beneath hooded lids, he watched Spock undo the front of his
pants. A great big smile broke out across his face as they were tugged
down his hips, then pooled around his knees. He knew that they were rushing
things, but he longed for this.

Spock knew this and felt it too. With the greatest reverence, he urged his
lover to turn around, then ran his hands over his smooth firm bottom.
The kneeling Vulcan kissed the human's sweet skin, rolling his tongue around
on his supple pink warm flesh. He clenched the firm cheeks, pulling Jim to
his mouth. Both men let out a soft moan of delight. Feeling his own desire
grow, Spock rocked on his knees, pressing his engorged member against Jim's
calves.

Kirk's senses swirled in the wake of this heady sensual excitement Spock
was igniting within him. Uncertain of his balance, he placed his hands on the
table before him to steady himself. With the greatest of care, Spock's hands
caressed the firm inner thighs, thereby encouraging him to spread his legs
further apart. Gripping the table's edge, Kirk opened his stance. Like a
hungry animal, Spock's warm wet tongue ravenously licked these inner thighs.  His
tongue boldly trailed higher up to the undercurve of his buttocks.

Jim found himself gasping as the chills rippled through his spine. His
elongated member stuck straight out in front of him, bumping against the
table's edge. He felt the longing to grasp it and stroke its hot purple
thickness. He was blissfully delirious as this long awaited for desire
played itself out beneath Spock's sure command. Then, just when the
tongue teased into his cleft, Spock began the slow agonizing descent down his
leg, nibbling all along on the furred flesh.

Spock loved the freshly showered scent of Jim. Clean and pungent so very
foreign, but still familiar.  As he opened his mouth wide to fully engulf
this sweet flesh.  He deeply inhaled the human's smell, memorizing him for the
future. With hands and face, Spock adoringly caressed his human's soft skin,
inching his way back up the firm body.

The Captain of the Enterprise handed over command of their intimacies to his
Vulcan first officer. By all other standards, he would never allow himself to
be so vulnerable, not with any other.  But he trusted Spock in everything:
his ship, his life and now this. Jim's modesty dissolved as Spock seized his
body and his passion.

As Spock's nose gently nudged the soft sac, Jim slightly stumbled, but Spock caught him. Jim felt his cheeks tenderly parted, as  a breath warmed the sensative inner puckered skin of his rift. With the slightest tongue touch, Spock sent Kirk into loud
whimpers. Shudders wracked Kirk's body as his brain exploded in pleasure.
White knuckled hands gripped the
table as he braced himself for shock after shock of pleasure.

Over and over in mind shattering delight, the Vulcan licked all around his
sensitive puckered hole. His tongue teased its way towards the treasure,
making him groan in sensual enjoyment. In mercy, he would give Kirk a short
respite, rescind to
his rump. Then suddenly as if remembering that delight, his firm sure tongue
swept along the fissure, again thrilling his human captain. With Jim's cheeks
gently peeled
apart, the Vulcan exposed his vulnerabilities as he eagerly and slowly
explored the delights of James Kirk.

Spock thoroughly relished in tasting his Captain's surprisingly sensitive
spot, hearing the low drawn out groans, watching the firm rump shake in
response to his tongue strokes. Still fully dressed, his own member cried out
for attention.

Kirk's desire ran rampant through his body as he descended lower onto the
table, finally pressing his still uniformed chest to the cool top. He rocked
to the rhythm of Spock's slow tongue strokes.  Suddenly, a gasp escaped from
his mouth as his own member was lightly caressed by the hot hand of the
Vulcan. His soft thumb ran over the tip, collecting the slick precum which
had been dangling from the purple flared head.

"So much, Jim. All for me?" Spock's soft murmur broke the silence of the
dark.
 
Jim, so aroused that he could barely see, whimpered a soft assent then
groaned as Spock smeared the goo onto his opening. Delighting in this sensual
helplessness of being exposed, whimper after whimper carried through the dark
room as Jim surrendered to Spock's slender finger prodding at his hole.

**Oh my God!** Kirk in his murky mind shouted to himself. **He is going to
use  my own fluid to get me ready, so he can take me..oh my God! ** Kirk became a
puddle as he submitted to the Vulcan's will.

As Spock began to lovingly finger the tight hole, Kirk moaned and wriggled.
Spock's own manhood throbbed in his great arousal. He stood up and slipped
his own pants down around his hips. The prone man before him glanced over his
shoulder and watched as the Vulcan's large shaft sprang free of its snug
confines. The human licked his lips while taking in the sight of the long
jade green rod jarring with each Vulcan heart beat. With long slender hands,
Spock gripped his own member and squeezed it carefully, moaning in his self
pleasuring. From the slit welled thick viscous green tinged precum. Kirk
viewed in excited anticipation as the Vulcan used his fingers to collect it,
then moaned as he felt the hot juices smeared onto his hole.

"You seem to be sufficiently lubricated, Jim." Spock gently commented as his
finger tip teased at the slick and now fevered hole.

Then with the greatest of care, his finger glided into Kirk's body. Deep from
his throat, Jim let out a low groan. Spock's own brows furrowed as he
attempted to stem his own reaction to this most arousing carnal spectacle
beneath him.  But it was all in vain as his double
ridged member reacted on its own, bumping his belly, throbbing, dripping,
longing to be encased and stroked.

Instinctively, Kirk begin to thrust back against the long slim intrusion.
With slight pressure, Jim's pleasure bloomed when Spock rotated his finger,
stretching the tight hole. In utter delight, Jim moaned again as the finger
opened his hole, readying him for more. Then he whimpered as the finger was
withdrawn. The intensity of the pleasures ebbed for the moment, as he was
left on the table alone and recovering.

His backside ached, wanting in arousal. His member throbbed in the warmth of
the cabin air.  In growing excitement, he watched as the Vulcan of his
undoing riffled through his drawers.

"Third drawer in the night stand," Kirk offered softy, his body shivering in
delight. The  intense man gave him a smoldering gaze, then he opened the
drawer.

Spock uncapped the scented oil, inhaling the fumes. The heady spicy aroma
filled the room, tickling at Kirk's own senses.
Kirk gaped in joy as the sandalwood took effect. Spock's expression flickered
momentarily to one of barely contained animalistic passions.

With a faint whisper, Jim called out to him, "Spock, C'mere."  But before he
could say another word the Vulcan's glorious erection was in
front of his face.

Spock pressed this hardness to his mouth, rubbing the tip
over his lips. Then the human surprised him with his own eagerness. His pink
 tongue tip slipped out from his mouth. He licked then captured the
velvety soft, steel hard shaft.  Kirk was greedy and engulfed the Vulcan.

In steely silence, Spock rocked into his human's mouth. Too quickly his body
responded and he suddenly withdrew for the warm wet cocoon.
"Too much Jim," he replied.  His voice rasped, ragged with desire.

He left the panting man on the table to return to his rear. Jim seethed thru
clenched teeth as he felt the cool oil drizzle down his cleft. Warm fingers
worked the oil into his body. One long finger plunged deep into his snug
hole. Sparkles of ecstasy showered though him as the finger plucked at the
pleasures of his embedded male organ. He shuddered as his entire being
centered on his sizzling sensitive manipulation.

Through the still of the dark, he heard a slicking of oil being rubbed over
skin. He trembled in anticipation as Spock whispered to him his passionate
intentions. He dared to glance over his shoulder and there he witnessed the
preparations of his taking. Glistening in the dim light, was the Vulcan's oil soaked love pump. Under other
circumstances, a part of him knew that it was a ridiculous term. But for this
passionate moment, it seemed as if it was the sexiest thought in the galaxy.
His breathing became swift and deep in anticipation.

 Spock firmly grasped Jim's flesh, pulling his spilt open wider to receive
this great pleasure.  Jim reared his body up to encourage this taking of his
virgin orifice.  A light push, then Jim cried out as the firm head crept into
his tightness, gently prying him apart. Giving him time to recover, Spock
paused in his penetration. Both of them taking this moment to catch their
breath. Jim wriggled a bit to encourage more.  With deliberate leisure, Spock
lets his rod slice through the snug shaft, sliding deeper into the man's
body.  The gradual sweet pace was driving them both to moan and groan as the
agonizing pain transformed into excruciating pleasure.  Kirk shuddered as
Spock rested midway, allowing Kirk's muscles to stretch further, growing
accustomed to being rent apart.  Then in a sudden rush, Spock burrowed his
steel member further into Kirk's body. A deep moan filled the room as he
buried himself to the hilt within the depths of his heart's desire. Spock let
out a sigh of relief, now that he was fully encased within this human's
depths.

All the nervousness and the emotions he now acknowledged: the longing to
touch and be touched, to be inside this man, claim him as his own. To feel
this passion with him as he packed his member deep into Jim.

Despite his usual ease with thoughts and words, Spock found himself
overwrought by this extreme pleasure and longing.  His eyes were riveted on
what he considered to be the best sight he had even witnessed in his life.
He slowly withdrew his divining rod from the oil dripping opening and bit
down on his bottom lip as Kirk let out a whimper, his flesh rebuking this
friction.  Halting his struggles, Spock took a buttock in each hand and began
to take his human, slow and sweet.
 

Spock exerted the greatest care while gliding in and out of Jim's tunnel. A slow steadiness he initiated, while Jim became acclimated to the pace. Spock savored the leisurely canter as his own pleasure steadily rose. With his palms lay flat on the desk, Jim's gaze alternated between smoldering passion and wild eyed ecstasy as the Vulcan's member rubbed past his prostate over and over again. Except for the slicking of oiled flesh diving into equally oiled flesh and Jim's sudden intake of breaths, the room was silent.

Although their pants draped around their knees, both men still donned their uniforms.  Spock in his science blue, Kirk in his command gold. Both men took a quick moment to strip. The desire to be bare before the other and the great heat of passions demanded their removal.

Jim felt his longing to be stroked. He was so hard, he actually believed he would explode if this neglect went on a minute longer.  He loved being taken by his first officer, had been dreaming of it. On nights alone, he would finger himself, stoked by thoughts of Spock. Then slick the results over his own shaft bringing, his fantasies to fruition.

"Jim, it is here."  With the slow leisurely pace gone, Spock began to purposefully  thrust in and out: fully withdrawing, deeply imbedding. "Too late. No more!" he grunted.  He let our a great cry and released into the human's body. Shuddering in the after effects.

In sensual delight, Kirk moan, exhilarated that his Vulcan could find relief within his
body. This he had wanted it for so long. In the blissful after glow, Spock leaned down to kiss Jim's back, the fluids seeping out from the fevered slot. With a groan, Spock slipped out of him.  Kirk glanced over his shoulder to the smoldering Vulcan.

"I was too eager, " was the Vulcan's tender offering.

 With his pants still entanged around his ankles, Kirk turned around on the table, then kissed his lover full on the mouth. Though they had been had been tasting each other all through the night, Jim still craved that Vulcan's tongue. He had loved it in his hole. The spicy oil now masked any offending taste there might be after the tremendous licking it had engaged in. Jim sucked on it, reveling in the erotic notions the actions provoked in him.

His twitching member reminded him of its need.

All it took was a whispered desire. "I want you, Spock."

Jim's  hands lovingly caressed his lover's face. Spock turned  to kiss the palm. In silence, the receiver of the pleasures now nodded his agreement. In one graceful,  swift movement, Jim rolled off the table and stood before the Vuclan. Spock's body trembled as he assumed the position on the table. Jim helped him with his  pants, then kicked off his own. Spock's knees spread apart as he got up on all fours, preparing for Kirk to return the affections.

Now it was the Vulcan's turn to let out long deep moans.  His Captain took his time licking around his perineum. Teasing his senses. The slow tongue trailed up and down the rippled cleft, promising the desired touch, but never delivering. Jim savored this teasing, as his flushed Vulcan whimpered and pleaded for the torture to continue.

Using the fluid from Spock's spent passion, the innocent but eager Vulcan's cleft was thoroughly lubricated.

In his most seductive tone, Kirk simply stared, "Now I am going to use your fluid to take you. Like you took me."

A breathless Spock looked over his shoulder at the human of his surrender. In perfect Vulcan imitation, Kirk slightly quirked  his brow. He gave the Vulcan's rump a slight tap then mock ordered him to turn around, eyes forward.
 
Spock complied. The man was too easy as his moans grew louder. Kirk savored this teasing ,this taking. His short stubby fingers began to pry him open, quickly getting the slot prepared for his own stiff rod.  The man on the table began to rock, feeling his own member's stiffness renewed in the wake of this delight.

Kirk murmured, "I want to see your face as I take you."

In all eagerness, Spock rolled over onto his back and lifted his legs high into the air. Now properly presented, Kirk took a moment to kiss the inside of each knee. With deft and sure movements, Jim rested the long limbs on his hips. The trembling Vulcan wrapped his legs around the human's waist.  Together they essentially strapped themselves in for a long, luscious ride.

Jim nonchalantly asked the man beneath him to pass the oil flask. Their eyes flashed with desire, as the oil drizzled between their close bodies, splashing their long hot rods. The liquid seeped  into Spock's crevice and oozed down Kirk's thigh.

Together their hands worked the oil into their own and the other's body. Spock took a turn slipping his clenched hand along Jim's steel shaft. Jim gently glided his fingers all along Spock's rift.  Up and down oiling his sacs, the hair glistening in the dim light. Together their stiff shafts played with each other, slipping and sliding over their hardness in a passionate duel. Kirk grabbed both rods in his hands, furiously stroking them in unison. Spock returned the favor with long, slow, mind-numbing grips up and down their shafts. When both men were panting from the pleasures, Kirk gently slipped his member away from the Vulcan's loving grip.

The man on the bottom seethed through his teeth as he felt Kirk's fingers prod at his puckered entrance. The finger easily slipped in.

"You are so ready, " Jim seemed amazed at this fact.

"Must be my Vulcan physique," Spock offered in breathless excitement.

 The slick member prodded at the entrance. Spock was so slippery that Kirk could not get in.

They shared a chuckle at Kirk's futile attempts. Suddenly Kirk commanded, "Now hold still. I can't do this."

Jim manhandled the Vulcan's fleshy behind, holding him steady as his tip pushed in. Spock let out a gasp at the welcome intrusion. As his flesh was sliced apart, he found the excruciating pain most pleasurable. It reached just to the threshold where it might not be, but his human was being so gentle. The pleasure bloomed and he was incredibly aroused once again.

 Kirk's steel shaft was encased in a hell so tight, he gasped.  Deep moans escaped from them both as Kirk's sacs grazed against Spock's  furred cheeks. Suddenly engulfed in excitement and desire, he plowed into the Vulcan's body deeper then harder, until he found himself buried. The rings of Spock's hole gripped his shaft. The two men moaned in relief. Having been so ram rod stiff, Kirk's member now felt relief in being sheathed inside the Vulcan's hot body.  Jim's hips thrust instinctively, assuming a slow rhythm in and out of this shaft of delight.

In his growing fervor, Kirk grabbed a hold of Spock's member and began to stroke him. Alternating the stroke of his hand with the instroke into Spock. Faster and faster he plunged into Spock's depths.  In response, the man stretched his
legs, opening himself up to fully enjoy this human breaching his virginity.
 
Kirk took in the sight of his yielding treasure. His hands firmly gripped the long shaft as he held on tight for the ride of his life. Gazing along the contours of the desperately whimpering male beneath him. Jim enjoyed the flat rippled belly, furred chest, taut jade nipples, and his strong flushed throat. Spock's lanky figure was  longer than the table beneath him. He let his head dangle off the edge of the table. With each fierce pounding of his body, the Vulcan would whimper, practically crying, as his body was furiously rammed by the forceful human.
 
Spock's body jarred at each hard impact Kirk made into his body. In his delirious pleasure, Jim fiercely gripped the drizzling cock before him. Spock's legs quacked as he felt yet another climax!  Kirk went wild and fucked his long awaited treasure.  Spock cried out as his heart's deire wrenched yet another orgasm from his shaft. Hot sticky fluid pumped out of the slit and all over Kirk's hand. The Vulcan's eyes went wild at this deep release. He shuddered as his brain exploded in a climax all the way from his toes.

Kirk thrust in and out hard and fast, the slapping of their flesh spurring him on.  His balls slammed against Spock's soft rear then tightened as he came hard and fast. Crying out Spock's name,  Jim shot his cum into the Vulcan's battered hole.

Then they slowed. Jim's thrusting lagged slowly and sweetly. He released
his firm grip upon  Spock's pulsating member, then licked his palms. Spock lifted his head to watch the human savor his reward. Spock's heart blazed, and his love tripled for this human. Kirk withdrew and entreated  Spock
to stand in front of him. Their arms wrapped around the other as deep kisses were swapped. Their satisfied members rubbing together.

"Jim," Spock's voice rasped, "that was most..."

But his comment was halted by a deep kiss from his lover ,taking his breath away. Spock recovered from the fierce passions of his human. Jim's' eyes twinkled with mischief as he replied, "Yes it was..but you STILL have to learn how to tie the stem in someone else's  mouth."

In between kisses, the men chuckled. Spock countered. "Well, we could attempt mastery later. If we do not get distracted like this again."

"But I like these distractions, Spock!" Jim mumbled. He was cut short by a prodding tongue.
*********
A few days later ..

Doctor McCoy and Commander Spock were deep in discussion as they strode to the turbo lift. They turned the corner and bumped into the Captain.

The captain acknowledged his officers with the customary nod and they returned it.

McCoy continued with the conversation. "Yea, I used to use that cherry stem trick to hook the girls in medical school. I was a bit underhanded even." The Doctor winked at the Vulcan, then continued after the lift doors closed on them.

"I could get them back to my quarters with the lure of teaching them to tie it in another's mouth."  McCoy let out a low chuckle, as the Vulcan quelled his reaction. "They found it fascinating that I could accomplish this, but they couldn't," the Doctor drawled and gave his friends his best sly smile.  "And THIS would motivate them to keep on trying. But little did they know that I had a tied stem beneath my tongue all along!"

The hearty laugh of James Kirk filled the enclosed turbo lift. The smiling Doctor nudged the somber Vulcan then looked up at him. "Spock, are you all right?"

"I am fine Doctor, " was the Vulcan's stoic reply.  Mercifully, the doors opened on the Doctor's destination level.

Now alone, the two officers stood beside each other. The hum of the turbolift filling the silence.

"Oh, all right Spock. I admit it. I DID have a stem tied beneath my tongue too." Jim pleaded to his lover.  "Yes, you were duped, but you know me. I do whatever it takes to get what I want!"  The fair haired man clentched his jaw, unwilling to offer apologizes for his perisistance.

"I thoroughly understand, Captain." Was the first officer's curt reply.

He wanted to make Jim squirm as long as possible, but he found himself caving in first. With a special smile reserved only for his human, Spock quirked his brow then straighten his posture feigning annoyance.  The Vulcan way of stifling a laugh. Jim looked his way then gave in as well with a snicker. As the turbo lift doors swooshed open to the bridge, the two men were once again were the consummate professionals.

Spock strode to his science station as Jim descended the steps to his center chair. With a clipped tone, Captain Kirk of the starship Enterprise inquired, "Status Mr. Sulu?"
 
 
 
 

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