New TOS Return of the Sq 3/3 [NC-17] (K/S)
Tara Jane
Title: Return of the Squire of Gothos 3/3
Author: Mickey
Contact: javab...@hotmail.com
Series: TOS
Part: New
Rating: [NC-17] BDSM
Codes: K/S, Kirk in chain!!!!
Huge Thanks: to chaoslady for excellent and very sensitive editing!
Summary: As a mischevous child Trelane tormented the Enterprise crew.
Now he's a troubled teen who can't be controlled by his parents. He
summons Kirk and Spock back to Gothos for some adult-style games.
The time frame is between This Side of Paradise - Spock's frolic on
Omicron Ceti III and The Devil In The Dark visit to Horta land.
Return Part III
McCoy treated the cuts and bruises, numbing the torn skin. Kirk
was grateful for the quiet attention. He knew McCoy wouldn't
push him for details. //He thinks Trelane did this.// And he was
relieved to let him think it.
"Is Spock all right Jim, should I take a look at him?"
"He's not injured, Bones. God, that feels better."
"The cuts aren't deep."
"You think my pride's hurting and you're right, as usual."
"I'm thinking I'm damn glad you're back here in one piece. I'm
gonna give you a light sedative and let you get some sleep. By the
time you wake up and get some food in you, you'll be right as rain."
"Will I?" he wondered feeling the drugs effect all ready claiming him.
Fourteen hours later Kirk did feel good. Physically rested and
mentally calm. He thought he could begin to see what had happened
in enough perspective to begin tolerating it. The private transmission
of a transfer request from his First Officer, which he had no intention
of granting, had helped him to feel in control again. //Some sleep, some
food, amazing medicine.// A trip to the bridge further reassured him.
He felt ready to talk to Spock.
Then, of course, it was less simple when he saw him. Robed in black,
seated in meditation before the red glow of the Vulcan fire-pot. Kirk
had seen him in meditation before. Spock's door was never barred to
him and it happened from time to time that he entered unannounced to
find him this way. The sight was always compelling. But where once
he might have admired the slender body in its graceful pose he now
found the sight arousing. //I've kissed this man, I've come in his hand.
I know what it feels like to have him inside me.//
He started to back out of the room, but Spock's voice stopped him, "You
are not disturbing me, Captain. Please come in and sit down." He rose
gracefully. //Like he does everything// Kirk thought, watching. When he
sat down he thanked God for the absence of pain. Spock sat opposite and
waited. Kirk summoned up the confidence he'd felt on his way and put
aside the thought of Spock's body. He saw his own hand curled in a fist
on the table and willed himself to relax it.
"Spock, your request for transfer is denied." He studied his face, trying
to gauge what feeling he could find behind the impassive expression.
"I don't really understand what happened down there but I'm not going
to lose my First Officer because of it." When Spock didn't respond he
continued. "Do you think I'm too proud to live with it? I want to understand
it and put it behind us."
"Understanding does not necessarily grant distance, Captain."
Kirk brushed this comment aside. "You told me that if we survived you
would answer my questions." An uneasiness spread in his chest, the
memory of how vulnerable he'd felt when Spock had said this. He
wished Spock were in uniform, not decked out in black in front
of him.
"You may ask what you wish."
"Did you, before all this happened ... were you physically
attracted to me?" //Jesus Christ, I'm blushing!//
"Yes."
"But Spock, *when*? Only weeks ago I saw you with Leila. When
the spores affected you, you weren't looking at me. I would have
felt it in your eyes, some gesture, something. I'm not blind, Spock."
"Indeed, you are not. You are, on the contrary, very perceptive. And
I am a Vulcan. It required discipline to conceal my feelings, my body's
response to you, but I am well-trained to do so. I have shielded such
things since the moment I first saw you."
"But the spores," Kirk protested, "we were alone here, you said
nothing."
"If you will recall, in the time we spent alone, your actions were
designed to deliberately provoke my anger."
"God, Spock. I don't know what to say, I can't quite believe it."
"Is there more you wish to know?"
//Yes!// But he was too full of questions that were hard to ask. He took
a breath to speak and then said nothing, trying to digest what he'd
heard, flustered in the face of Spock's calm.
"All this time," he finally said, wanting to get up and pace but making
himself sit still.
"Captain, it's not a simple matter to un-know a thing, once it's
known. Your pride is not the issue here. I do not believe you to be
too proud to accommodate what's happened. It's your awareness of my
feelings that will make my presence a source of both distraction and
discomfort."
"I can live with discomfort. Give me a chance, it's still ... very fresh."
He let a moment pass in silence, trying to gather his wits. "I won't
consider
a transfer without at least trying to work this out. If it's true that you
have
these feelings and you've lived with them, *I can*."
"Live with mine" Spock questioned gently, "or your own?" Kirk looked
away from him. //My feelings? Jesus. He knows every single thing I felt
down there. Can I live with it?//
"I don't understand," Kirk admitted with difficulty. "I don't understand
why you hurt me, or how it made me feel. I've never wanted anything
like that. I've never needed that kind of thing. With women, it's not that
way. And, despite what you may think, I've had some ... encounters with
men. It's never been like that."
With an air of considerable patience Spock reached for Kirk's hand on
the table but Kirk pulled away. He stared at his hand, shocked by his
own reaction. //I've been wanting him to touch me ever since I walked in
here,
why did I stop him?//
"Do I need to point out the difference for you," Spock said, "between
what you've experienced with casual partners and what you feel when I
touch you? Any one of your lovers, if allowed to become intimate, would
find it as treacherous a task to reach inside your defenses as I do."
Kirk felt the truth of it and hated it, hated this vision of himself.
Defenses
implied weakness. He stared past Spock at the door, thinking he should go,
he should be by himself. //What kind of monster am I? To need pain, to
need to be hurt? A treacherous task, he called it, to love me.// "We'll talk
later," he said wearily, getting up. But when he drew level with Spock the
Vulcan rose up and blocked his way.
"I don't believe I can let you leave now, not this way," he told him.
"If I must, I'll restrain you, but I prefer you to stay without
struggling."
"Don't Spock, I can't stay. I can't stay now. There's too much to think
about, it's not the right time." He found himself almost pleading. He felt
threatened by the man blocking his way, and uncomfortably aroused by it.
"Stay," Spock said. He took hold of Kirk's wrists and folded them easily
behind his back. He needed only one strong hand to keep them trapped there
in the small of his back. He held his face in his other hand and began to
kiss him.
It was agony for Kirk. He'd wanted this kiss so badly and yet he closed his
mouth against it. Angry at Spock, angry at himself. He wanted to prove
Spock was wrong about his need for pain, for coercion, but didn't open
his mouth until he was bitten. The shock made him gasp and Spock's fingers
worked into the hinge of his jaw, holding his mouth open with a stinging
grip. He licked Kirk's parted lips and circled them with his tongue,
making him shudder, his thigh moved between Kirk's legs and found
him hard, he forced him closer, teasing his erection.
Gradually Spock released the pressure of his fingers on Kirk's jaw, the
mouth had become supple and wet under his. He backed up slightly, still
holding his wrists and reached between their bodies to pull open the
uniform pants. Kirk moaned against him as Spock's hand massaged
his bare cock.
"You are so appealing," Spock said. "It is difficult to choose between
your mouth," which he paused to feel with his tongue, "and your cock," he
let it bounce free and gazed down at it between them. He lowered himself
to his knees and ran his lips over the swollen pink head, licking the sticky
spill of lubricant from its tiny slit.
Kirk couldn't assemble his thoughts so he abandoned them, letting the warm
wet mouth take him over. He squirmed in Spock's grasp, so close to coming,
dying to come in that mouth. But Spock seemed to sense the moment, the
edge of his climax and let go leaving him wet in the air.
"I want to enter you," he said close enough for Kirk to feel his breath on
his stomach. Then he rose to his feet and without letting him go, turned
him around and bent him forward on to the table. The surface was cold
and hard under him but Kirk didn't care, his attention was focused
between his legs where his cock throbbing, his ass was being spread by
strong fingers. //God yes, your tongue, God yes.// He wanted the tongue.
And then wanted the cock, pushing up on it when he finally felt the wet,
slippery head at the entrance.
Spock let go his wrists, moulding his cheeks, spreading and lifting as he
thrust between them. Kirk felt blissfully full of the crowding flesh,
longing
for the feel of Spock coming inside him. The sensation of swollen urgency
built as the cock stroked over his prostate and he squirmed when Spock
slowed his movements to long deep thrusts and then stopped pressed up
flush to his ass. He lowered himself on Kirk's back and wrapped his arms
around and under him grasping his cock with both hands. "Come," he
whispered against his ear, and started milking him hard under the table.
Kirk gave himself up to it quivering with relief and felt a hot rush of
fluid
deep in his bowels as the last spasms of his climax overwhelmed him.
The fire-pot cast a red glow in the dark. Kirk's body was utterly at
peace in Spock's bed, his thoughts mostly quiet as he watched the ruby-rich
light reflect on the man folded serenely, cross-legged, preparing for
meditation. One question circled Kirk's mind as his eyelids grew heavy.
Finally spoke it out loud.
"Spock, what was it that Trelane understood?"
"He understood his desire to be punished and controlled."
"I don't understand," Kirk said, but was too sleepy to persist.
//Tomorrow. I'll make him explain it tomorrow.//
-end-
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Mickey
"Selek" <se...@powersurfr.com> wrote in message
news:<020f01c0e205$788a0940$0301...@jopat.matilda.com>...
> Very hot, hot stuff! Woo-hoo! I give it 2 hand-jobs! Well done.
>
> Selek
I aim to please! thanks for the *gratifying* response. I'm trying to
work on a sequel, maybe from a different POV. I only hope I can
continue to drive reader's hands and or other objects into their
steaming laps!
T'Rhys
>
>From: "Tara Jane" <javab...@hotmail.com>
>
>Title: Return of the Squire of Gothos 3/3
>Author: Mickey
Kinky! Amazing how rapidly these Q-like entities mature, isn't it? You'd
think a being with a lifespan measured in centuries would take a bit longer
at growing up. Good thing Spock knew how to handle him.
LL&P }:)
"T'Rhys" <tkn...@ix.netcom.com>
Mickey
"Selek" <se...@powersurfr.com> wrote in message
news:<020f01c0e205$788a0940$0301...@jopat.matilda.com>...
> Very hot, hot stuff! Woo-hoo! I give it 2 hand-jobs! Well done.
>
> Selek
>
I aim to please! thanks for the *gratifying* response. I'm trying to
work on a sequel, maybe from a different POV. I only hope I can
continue to drive reader's hands and or other objects into their
steaming laps!
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Selek
| >
| > Selek
| >
|
| I aim to please! thanks for the *gratifying* response. I'm trying to
| work on a sequel, maybe from a different POV. I only hope I can
| continue to drive reader's hands and or other objects into their
| steaming laps!
I'm sure you will succeed.
Selek
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T'Rhys
>
>I'm trying to
>work on a sequel, maybe from a different POV.
Cool! Looking forward to seeing it.
> I only hope I can
>continue to drive reader's hands and or other objects into their
>steaming laps!
>
Hopefully said readers won't be holding steaming objects (such as full
coffee mugs) in their hands when you do. Though I imagine folk with certain
kinks might enjoy that, too. <gg>
LL&P }:)
"T'Rhys" <tkn...@ix.netcom.com>
Selek
| >continue to drive reader's hands and or other objects into their
| >steaming laps!
| >
|
| Hopefully said readers won't be holding steaming objects (such as full
| coffee mugs) in their hands when you do. Though I imagine folk with
certain
| kinks might enjoy that, too. <gg>
|
| LL&P }:)
| "T'Rhys" <tkn...@ix.netcom.com>
OUCH!!!!
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