Title: Forget Me Not
Author: Dread Nought
Codes: K/S
Rating: NC-17
Series: TOS
Summary: Spock decides his captain is worth getting to know much better
 and works out how to accomplish this.

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Warning: This story contains homosexual sex.  If you are under 18 or 
 have a problem with this, don't read farther.   

Disclaimer: These characters are owned by Paramount, Viacom, and who
 knows maybe Desilu Studios as well. This is an amateur work. I make
 no money from this. It is not intended to provoke the dark forces of
 copyright lawyers.

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Forget Me Not


Spock knelt before the firepot in his quarters and cast his mind back
to the last mission. Errant emotion rose within him at the memory,
strong enough to tighten his chest - a very rare reaction. One that
triggered a practiced counter control which suppressed it.

He clearly remembered, with all the force of an eidetic memory,
sitting in the medical tent beside Kirk's still form, waiting for the
ion storm to abate so the Enterprise could return to rescue the
landing force. All of his logic, all of the pre-mission planning
escaped him in those hours as the universe reduced itself to the
continuation of one fragile life.

He especially remembered the wind snapping at the tent walls,
threatening to tear the rip-stop fabric, the low lantern light drawing
long shadows across the pale human face and slack mouth. Each shallow
breath seemed to require every ounce of Kirk's unconscious
strength, even as it granted of a few more moments of precious life.

Spock had sat for nearly eleven hours, feeling Kirk's lifeforce
ebbing, and when it became dangerously weak, reaching out to grasp it.

It had been a emotional act even though preserving his captain was a
logical desire. He held the flickering link steady until Kirk had
survived surgery, only breaking it when McCoy declared Kirk
stabilized. Severing this fresh bond had been the most painful act of
his life. Even now, two weeks later, it still brought on a surge of
loneliness that he was hard-pressed to submerge.

He decided to give up on meditation and stood. The firepot
expression seemed to mock him as he turned from it and lifted his harp from
the shelf behind the desk.  He had made a decision in those long
fearful hours beside Kirk's stretcher. Now as he tuned the strings, he
conjured up the memory again. This time allowing the intense regret he
had felt in those hours to surface. Regret that he knew this human
only peripherally; that he had never taken the uncertain steps
necessary to know him completely.

An unexplored world living beside him, day after day, an exquisite
taunting warmth. Curiosity was never a condition Spock had been
trained to control and he wondered with intense need what deep
motivations produced Kirk's intrepid spirit, what his blazing
affection would feel like to an unshielded mind, what the texture
would be of the taut skin of Kirk's chest. He frowned unconsciously as
he repeatedly reworked the tuning of the four highest strings, their
tension high enough to affect the shape of the instrument.

He had too little data to determine if Kirk would allow him to explore
these questions.  He thought over his sixteen months, six days with
this human. He remembered the affection which had been very confusing
at first, then acceptable, now welcomed and anticipated. He remembered
realizing, over several days during a particularly difficult mission,
that Kirk held deep affection for him that he normally kept in check
out of consideration for Vulcan sensibilities. It raised the
probability that Kirk would willingly accept the closeness, the
vulnerability that satisfying Spock's curiosity would necessitate.

Spock put the harp away, tuned but unplayed.  He realized a major
barrier to his intentions: he did not know how to explain it to Kirk.
Kirk had been in sickbay for the first week after the mission and an
opportunity had not presented itself. In retrospect, one of many quiet
moments alone in the isolation room, with Kirk relaxed and not
preoccupied with the ship, would have been good. At the time they did
not seem appropriate. It would seem that no particular time was easier
than any other.

What would he say? Captain, I have decided that I wish to. . . what? He
tried to imagine what he is asking. Fantasy was not something he
engaged in except to hypothesize the result of an experiment or to
visualize an underlying process for which the only physical form was
streams of data. Hypothesizing some kind of physical interaction for
which he had no clear-headed experience was extremely difficult.  

He tried a research technique of breaking the case down into known and
unknown.  He assumed that if this hypothetical interaction were to
occur that they would both be unclothed. The location would be, some
kind of bed presumably.

_This is illogical,_ one part of his mind raged, but he again
remembered the agony of regret and returned to the analysis.

His bed or the captain's--scene of other such activities? He could
not imagine himself in the lead or perhaps the lead was so unclear as
to invite embarrassment. So Kirk would be, what did the humans say, on
top. He closed his eyes and imagined himself, naked, lying on Kirk's
bed. His imagination was effective--he felt the chill this would
bring. Kirk was where? Above him. Straddling him. Also naked. He had
seen Kirk naked many times, but never aroused; he could not supply an
adequate image. Spock shook his head as if to clear it and stared at
the ceiling. He was simultaneously drawn to see Kirk and anxious at the
thought of being in his presence.

It was nearly 23:00; Kirk would be getting ready for sleep. Spock
chimed at Kirk's door and it immediately parted.  The captain sat at
his desk engaged in paperwork--one week being off-duty had
gotten him behind.  He did not offer a greeting.

Spock tried to capture his attention. "It is twenty-three hundred,
Captain."

Kirk looked up, "You're redundant, Spock."

"Pardon, Captain?"

"McCoy was here just ten minutes ago."

The disapproval in Kirk's voice made Spock pause. He allowed the
smallest emotion to touch his voice: "It is important that you do not
overextend yourself, Captain." 

Kirk looked up and frowned. "That the only reason you came -- to
mother-hen me?"

Spock considered this. Kirk's mood seemed un-open to Spock's
topic. "No."

Kirk closed down his terminal and stood up. He moved to the closet
behind Spock and pulled out a soft tunic. "Well, what else can I do
for you?"

Spock hesitated. "I was hoping to speak with you. . ." It was more of a
leap in than he had intended and he experienced a mild panic
which was summarily dealt with.

Kirk had slipped out of his boots and uniform shirt. He looked up at
the Vulcan, gauging him. "Sure." He then pulled off his undershirt.
Crooked streaks of white scarring, not yet removed by the CMO, wrapped
around Kirk's side and back.  Without volition, Spock's fingers
reached out and brushed one.  At the touch, Kirk turned around.

Spock's mind spun for an acceptable explanation.  He feared that his
face revealed his carefully guarded thoughts. "Are you experiencing any
more pain, Captain?"

"No." Kirk kept his voice gentle; the vulnerability in the other's
eyes was undeniable. He removed his pants and slipped on the tunic.
Spock observed this process with new interest.  Kirk presented a not
unpleasing side view of his compact, muscular form.  A physical
reaction rippled though his normally unreactive abdomen as the human
bent down to remove his socks. Kirk stuffed his laundry into the
chute and stood straight.  He angled his head in an inquiring way.
"Want to sit down?" he asked, nodding at the visitors' couch.

Spock sat silently for some moments. Kirk returned to his desk,
waiting patiently. 

"It is good to see you so improved, Captain."  It was more than Spock
would normally say; it was a start.

"It's good to be back at the helm. I hope Starfleet comes through with
a mission soon--I'm beginning to suspect them of mother-henning me
too."  Kirk fiddled with the terminal switch as he spoke. The glow
from it highlighted his face in blue.

Another long moment passed.  "I do not know how to begin. . ." Spock
said in explanation of his silence.

Kirk gifted him a half-smile, "Take your time, Spock."  He stretched
and rubbed his eyes.

"If you wish to retire-"

"No, Spock, please go on.  Don't mind me."

Spock bowed his head; he really did not know where to begin, nor did
he wish to return to his empty quarters.  The pain of breaking the
bond returned unexpectedly at the thought of being alone and he closed
his eyes as he suppressed it. He must have revealed some of the pain
because Kirk stood up and came around the desk.  

"Spock, are you all right?"

"Yes, Captain," he said as convincingly as possible.

Kirk sat down beside him and placed his hands on the other's
arms. "Are you certain? You don't look it." Kirk started to stand,
"Let me call Bones." 

Spock restrained him, "No, Captain. It is all right."  Kirk look
doubtful but he released the warm arms.

"What is it, Spock?" he asked gently.

"That is not what I wished to speak with you about. . ."

"Explain what just happened anyway. Consider it an order if necessary."

Spock considered, "It is just that the last mission was somewhat
difficult for me. . . emotionally." The last word came out only with
effort.

Kirk reached out a hand and rubbed one lean arm.  "Sorry. Are you
going to get through it?"

"In time, Captain. I have no doubt." Spock shook his head.

"What is it?"

"Your touch is. . . illogically reassuring."

Kirk treated Spock to a sparkling smile. "Anything I can do to
help. . ." Kirk studied the other a moment.  "I usually refrain from
touching you.  Do you need more from me? More contact? You only need
to ask. . ." he trailed off.

"I appreciate that, Captain," Spock said quietly, then seemed to
remember himself and straightened. He looked into the incredibly
concerned eyes.  "I am. . . pleased that you are well, Captain." The
words were truth, but not complete.

Despite the formal phrasing, the statement squeezed at Kirk's heart.

"I should let you rest." Spock stood.

Kirk stood also. He wanted to ask if that was what the Vulcan came to
say. Kirk doubted it, but kept silent.  He watched as his
First stopped in the doorway and turned back. "Good night, Captain."

Kirk nodded in return and watched the door slide closed. Oddly warmed
by the encounter, he smiled as he pulled down the covers on the bed
and slipped under them.


Several nights later, Spock sat in his quarters, again in a quandary
about speaking to Kirk.  He decided that his uncertainty was due to
his lack of knowledge on the intended topic of discussion.  He pulled
his terminal around and found the poorly hidden library of tapes under
zoology--sand worms. The titles struck Spock as falsely imaginative:
Asteroid Alice, The Tales of the Titan, Bikini Bikers, Go-down Ho-down
Parts I and II.  A few seemed more promising. He queued Dreamy Dan in 
Orbit onto the terminal.

Dan didn't require much time to find company at a spaceways freighter
rest station.  Mechanic Mike seemed to be more than open to Dan's
poorly couched invitation to getting to know one another better. There
was certainly no good example to follow here in the invitation
regard. Dan took Mike back to his two-man cruiser and then undocked it
and put it in a higher orbit which should have required lower absolute
velocity than the space-station but sexual references to increased
speed had apparently won out over correct physics.

After locking in a new orbit, Dan stood up and began removing Mike's
shirt from behind and attacking his neck with his mouth. His hands
roamed over Mike's now bare, and quite well-formed, chest, stopping to
twist his nipples painfully before moving down to unhook his
companion's belt and fly. He made poor literary reference to rocketry
before unleashing Mike's penis and stroking it into full erection. The
camera spared no detail of this action.  Mike reclined his chair to
near horizontal and Dan pulled open his own pants and leaned over Mike
and began sucking him vigorously at the same time as having his own
erection so treated. This continued until every possible angle of
observation had been displayed.  

They then split apart and Dan pulled off his own pants and leaned over the
control board. His verbal invitations were somewhat interesting: He 
referred to his companion as Baby, Daddy, and Stud in three consecutive
sentences. A strange behavior. He was outrightly taunting Mike for his 
arousal, accusing him of wanting to penetrate him while arching his own 
bare butt in the air.

It was such contradictory behavior and it so seemed to excite Mike,
even beyond the bounds of the pornographic production, that Spock
thought it worth noting.

Mike did not wish to disappoint Dan. He spent some time lubricating
his penis and stroking himself while promising Dan that he would soon
do various mechanic-like things related to hammering, pounding, and
drilling using Dan as the recipient of these actions. The camera
zoomed in close as Mike inserted several oily fingers inside of Dan in
an apparent preparation for insertion of his penis.

At that moment Spock could imagine himself doing that to Kirk. His own
size exceeded the norm for humans and such stretching of the sphincter
would be necessary. His cock twinged inside his pants. He wrestled
with himself over whether to suppress the arousal or allow it be
expressed. He unhooked his waistband and unsealed his fly. His cock
lay long and lax on his thigh. Touching himself in the past had not
resulted in any pleasure as he needed to feel another mind touching
him, not just flesh.

On the terminal, Mike was aligning his penis for insertion into Dan's
anus. He held back and insisted that Dan plead for the insertion. The
idea that Kirk would beg him for his attention had never occurred to Spock
and as he imagined it his cock began to thicken. Spock imagined Kirk
saying the words Dan was saying on the terminal and he moaned with
sympathetic relief as Mike finally accommodated Dan's desire. As Mike did
indeed live up to his analogies for pneumatic activity, Spock tentatively
stroked himself once to no avail. 

He allowed the erection to remain until Mike was yelling his pleasure,
drowning out Dan's urges for harder and deeper mechanical action.

As Dan's turn rolled around and Mike instead of submitting to invasion
of his person, produced some sophisticated equipment from his
toolbox. Spock forced his arousal to recede. Machines held even less
appeal than his own touch. He finished watching the tape as Dan was
rocked by a series of mechanically assisted orgasms after which he
could barely stand up unassisted. Spock powered down the terminal and stood
up to change into a robe for a night of meditation.

-------

"A game?" Kirk asked as he approached Spock sitting before the chess
set in the rec room.

"Certainly, Captain."

Kirk assisted with resetting the pieces. "Good news. We get three days
of leave in sector seven before starting the Palisades mission. I was
thinking of Hales Ten."

"Indeed. There is a most interesting fossil collection in the capital
museum there."

Kirk paused in setting the white rook down. "That wasn't what I'd had
in mind. . ."

"What did you have in mind, Captain?"

"A little party for the bridge crew, maybe take in some night
life. You know." He shrugged. "Perhaps you should try something other
than fossils," he said, teasing.

"Perhaps I shall," Spock said opaquely.

They sat in silent contemplation of the board between moves. Kirk felt
his grasp of the advantage slipping. As he scanned the board and
plotted out his possible attacks he realized he was six moves from
loosing. There was no chance that Spock had missed it. Kirk sighed and
looked up at his opponent, surprised and concerned to find him sitting
with his eyes shut.

"Spock?" Kirk prompted in a normal tone not wanting to embarrass the
Vulcan in the rec room.

Spock dragged his eyes open with effort. He nodded that he was all
right.

Kirk stood and touched Spock's wrist where it lay on the table beside
the chess board pedestal. Quietly he said, "Let's go see Bones."

"It is unnecessary, Captain. And we have not finished the game."

"You've won. Let's go."


A half hour later, McCoy had pronounced the first officer
fit. Privately, in his office afterward, he calmed Kirk.

"Look, if he actually admits to an emotional jolt, I expect it must
have been a dousy. He's a Vulcan, his mind and body are more closely
linked than yours and mine. Emotions have direct, immediate, real
effects for him."

Kirk stood with his hands on the back of the guest chair. "You're
certain he's okay?"

"He looks okay on the scanner. Do you want me to try to talk to him
about it?"

Kirk stood. "If it happens again."

McCoy crossed his arms. "Frankly I think you are over-reacting."

Kirk studied him. "Maybe. My instinct says otherwise."

-------

"Are you coming to the party?" Kirk asked as they beamed down to the
central square.

Spock turned to him with a doubtful expression.

"Come on, Spock." Kirk touched his elbow. "You just might enjoy
yourself and I'll miss you if you aren't there," he teased.

"Indeed. In that case, Captain, I will manage a brief
appearance. Which establishment are you staying at?"

"The Towers, just there off the square." Kirk pointed. "Eight o'clock,
sharp," he said in mock seriousness.

"Jim, there is this little cabaret I want to show you. . . " McCoy grabbed
Kirk by the arm.

"See you later, Spock," Kirk waved over his shoulder as he allowed
McCoy to pull him away.

--------

The door swished closed and the trail of rowdy voices faded down the
hotel hallway. The officer's party had officially wound down.

"You were very quiet this evening." Kirk said as he sat down beside
Spock in the now calm room.  Spock looked from Kirk to his drink and
back. "You disapprove?" Kirk asked.

"I was merely trying to gauge your mood, Captain."

"Hmmm," Kirk said. "My mood is pretty good right now." He took a
sip. "Why do you ask?"

"I have a confession to make."

Kirk's drink halted on the way to his mouth. "You do?" he asked,
surprised.

"Indeed. I have been, as you humans would call it, procrastinating.
Waiting for the correct time to tell you. I expect that right now when
you have no major ship concerns and have your emotions artificially
altered by alcohol is as favorable a time to tell you as I can
expect."

Kirk suddenly felt very sober.  "Ah. . . What is it?" he asked, taking a
large gulp of wine.

"Two things, actually. One is that I feel I must tell you that I
violated your privacy on the Vferoj mission by melding with you while
were unconscious."

Kirk thought about that. "Why did you?"

"Because you were not going to survive your injuries."

"Is that why McCoy keeps telling me I'm so damn lucky to be alive?"
Kirk refilled his glass from a completely different varietal on the
couch table.

Spock shook his head. "Doctor McCoy does not know what I did." 

Kirk drank down half of it. "So you are confessing that you saved my
life by melding with me when I was in no condition to give you
permission."

"It was an unwise command decision, since had you not survived, I
would have been in no condition to command. Also 'meld' does not fully
describes what transpired.  I would not be so uneasy about a mere meld."
He studied Kirk for a moment. The human seemed frozen. Spock averted
his gaze. "I could not have tied you to life sufficiently with just a
meld."

"What did you do?" Kirk prompted after several moments of silence.

"I bonded us," Spock said.

Kirk digested that, trying to keep his face neutral. "Are we. . . " He
gestured between them with his hand. "Bonded now?"

"No. I severed the bond after you had survived surgery and Doctor
McCoy stated that you were stable."

"Ah." Kirk thought about this while finishing his drink. "I cannot
really hold your saving my life against you, you know," Kirk said
after draining the last of the glass.  This one was finally causing
that nice buzz in his head, a warm fuzzy layer between him and
responsibility.  "There are no repercussions for you, for pulling such
a thing?" Kirk asked.

"There were, but I have gotten over them."

"Ah ha," Kirk said knowingly. "Those two little episodes I witnessed
were from the meld."

"Not from the meld, from severing the bond," Spock corrected.

"Kind of rough?"

"Indeed," Spock agreed. "I have never experienced anything as painful."

"Oh, Spock," Kirk said. He grasped the other's forearm in sympathy. He
set his drink down and took one hand in his.  "Are you
all right?" he asked, severely concerned.

Spock nodded.

"Does touching you still help?" Kirk asked, remembering the first
episode. Spock nodded ever so slightly.

Kirk held the other's hand for long moments before releasing it and
sitting back.

"There was something else?" Kirk looked around for his glass, realized
it was empty.

"Yes, that was the easy one." 

Kirk blanched and reached for a half-full bottle on another nearby
table.  He poured a rim-full one and drank half of it.  He was
beginning to feel quite relaxed and untouchable. Swallowing a burp,
he topped off his glass before putting the bottle back down. He took a
deep breath.  "Okay, I'm ready for it," he said. Spock looked
doubtful. "What?" Kirk asked.

Spock shook his head. "I have been trying to tell you for quite some
time, and cannot find the proper words."

"Is it a proper thing you are trying to tell me?" Kirk was feeling
silly.

"No." Spock shook his head.

"Well then, that explains why you cannot find the proper words --
there aren't any." Kirk poked him in the chest to accent the point and
took another sip of a flat red.

"Perhaps, Captain," Spock said uncertainly. He formulated his
thoughts.  "I have found myself wanting something I have never wanted
before, nor ever expected to want. Of course, I had never expected to
have such a friendship with you either." He seemed to be saying the
last to himself. He then fell silent.

Kirk nursed his drink a while, staring at the swirling liquid. "What
is it you now want?" he prompted.

Spock turned to him, took Kirk's chin in his hand and said, "This."
He then kissed him full on the lips.

Kirk jumped back out of startlement, eyes wide.

"I apologize," Spock said quickly. "I did not mean to offend."

"You didn't." Kirk shook his head and sucked his lips in. Even
over the alcohol he could detect the alien taste of Spock's
mouth. "What brought this on? It doesn't seem. . ." he almost said
"logical". "Like you," he did say.

"Realizing I could lose you." He stared at his hands. Then added,
"Without knowing you fully."

The "fully" part sent a shiver down Kirk's spine. He took another large
swallow of wine and set it down. "Spock. . ." he said in disbelief.  His
thoughts refused to coalesce into anything rational. He studied the
other for some time trying to interpret this. Finally, he tentatively
reached out and brushed the back of his fingers on Spock's cheek.
Spock looked over at him. Kirk realized he was quite drunk now. "Kiss
me again?" he ventured. It seemed like an amazing thing to be saying
to his Vulcan first officer.

"Are you certain?"

"Am I certain?" Kirk asked incredulously. He shook his head.
"Spock. . ." His mind still spun. He held up a hand. "Hang on a
second," he said, rubbing his eyebrows and forehead as if to
obliterate the thoughts there.

"I do not mean to distress you," Spock stated.

"It's just. . . I thought I had you figured out, my Vulcan friend." Kirk
smiled wryly.  

The use of Kirk's common phrase 'Vulcan friend' relaxed
Spock's rigid posture. Kirk returned to studying him closely. His
initial shock was wearing off, pushed out of his mind by the wine. He
examined his own emotions more closely: affection certainly, strong
affection, but desire? He looked around his emotional baggage for
anything like it. If he did have it, he certainly would have been
suppressing it.

Spock had steepled his fingers in front of himself, index fingers
resting against his lips. "May I ask what you are thinking about?"

Kirk sighed. The question was a bold one for Spock. It was ironic; he
had occasionally glimpsed this other being and had often wished to see
more of him. But now facing this other Spock left him adrift and
uncertain. "I am thinking that I care for you a lot. That I always
want you beside me." Strange how saying this was now very easy, was in
fact dodging a direct answer. "I'm surprised at the forwardness of
your approach."

"You seem to have sex with people very easily. Often with those you do
not know well at all."

Kirk heard an undertone of pain and perhaps jealously in the second
comment. Had he been hurting Spock all this time? The thought made him
nauseous. He into the dark and strangely unguarded eyes.
All his foggy brain could come up with was that in the morning he
would regret more not accepting this offer. Spock could close back up
at any moment, and he did care deeply for him, perhaps more than for
anyone he had known.

Kirk studied the other closely. "I do love you, you know," he said
with a mix of affection and wariness. It gave him a chill to say it.
Kirk's eyes trailed down the front of the civilian tunic covering the
narrow chest and taut abdomen. So male, one part of his mind
stated. He moved closer and ran his hand down the path his eyes had
just took. "You don't mind being touched?" Kirk asked, feeling like
he was violating a taboo.

"No, not by you."

Kirk suddenly felt the downer effects of the alcohol and leaned
forward to rest his forehead on a lean shoulder. His mind turned
slowly. 

What would it be like, Kirk wondered, to have a sexual equal
onboard, close at hand when he needed support? Many lonely nights in
his narrow crew bed came to mind. Many evenings he'd have loved a neck
massage and an understanding embrace. But maybe that's not what Spock
is capable of giving, a voice of doubt said. "I'm afraid that I need
you more than you need me," Kirk said.

"I am very doubtful of that," Spock said.

Kirk brought his head up in surprise. "Are you capable of offering
affection?" Kirk asked, then felt very selfish for it.

"What is it you need?" Spock asked. Kirk shrugged. Spock hesitated a
moment, then pulled the human against him in an embrace. Kirk's eyes
closed involuntarily with an indescribable ache. Powerful arms held
him tighter than he had ever been held in his life.

It was too good to last--the door chimed.

Kirk sat up as Spock released him.  A blush rushed to his face as he
stood up and went to the door. "Bones!" he exclaimed, still shaken by
the interruption. McCoy stepped inside wearing an unlikely outfit of
silver and baby blue on his narrow frame.

"Jimbo! you have to come up to the club with me." Kirk stole a glance
in Spock's direction and noticed with concern that the other had moved
to stand staring out of the window.

"I'm settled in for the night, Bones." 

"No! You can't be," the slightly tipsy visitor said. "You know Galaxa
Veem, the ambassador you had you eye on at the Trellisan negotiations?
Well, I've got her up in the club waiting for you." He elbowed Kirk in
the ribs suggestively.

"I really am tired. . ."

"What! Do you know what I went through to get this little lady here?"
He pointed a boney finger at him. "If you don't get up there, someone
else is going to grab her, right quick." He poked Kirk's chest.

"I'm really not interested, Bones."

McCoy stared at him silently for a few seconds. "Should I have brought
my kit with me? You feelin' all right?"

"I really just want to take it easy tonight," he said, resisting the
urge to glance at Spock again in case he gave something away to
the overly observant doctor.

"Well, good night then," McCoy rattled. "See if I do any favors for
you again."

"I owe you one anyway," Kirk said as he held the door.

"You better believe you do," McCoy retorted as he passed into the hall.

Kirk flipped the privacy switch and dialed half of the lights off. He
stopped past the table to pick up his drink, then walked over to stand
beside the other at the window. It was chilly near the glazing. Kirk
shrugged his shoulders for warmth and considered how nice a warm bed
sounded. He suddenly thought of how nice it would be to have someone
in it with him. He looked sideways at the taller figure. "Would it
be too forward of me to ask you to go to bed with me?"

Spock turned to him. His eyes where bright, so much so that Kirk had
to resist taking a step back from the effect. Spock blinked and they
returned to normal. "I would not consider it too forward of you."

Kirk led the way into his room of the suite his heart doing
flip-flops. He set his drink on the nightstand and pulled back the
covers. They were deep and thick comforters like he had on the farm as
a kid. Spock stood on the other side of the bed and watched him as he
stripped and slipped between the sheets. Kirk gave him a sultry
look. "Join me?"

Spock removed and folded his tunic and pants with the precision he
applied to everything, then slid into the bed. The cool sheets were a
shock to his cold-sensitive body.

Kirk gathered the shivering Vulcan against himself trying to get used
the the lean musculature pressed against him. He put his head down and
began to regret drinking so much. He groaned. Spock shifted and placed
a hand on the back of his neck. The touch tingled. 

"Are you unwell?"  Spock asked, concerned.

"I think, no, I know I drank too much," Kirk mumbled. The exotic
sensation of Spock against him was muted by the veil of a fast
approaching hangover. "Would you do me a favor?" Kirk asked.

"Of course."

"Can you call the hotel desk and ask if they have any hangover pills?"

"Certainly," Spock replied. His breath caressed Kirk's eyelid as he
spoke. Kirk felt himself melting like he had only done years and years ago.

Spock slipped out and returned five minutes later after Kirk heard the
door open and shut. Spock came back in a robe with the pills and a
glass of water. "You should finish the water to fight the effects of
dehydration." Kirk dutifully did so. Spock removed his robe and slid
back under the covers. He embraced Kirk comfortingly. 

Kirk tipped his head up and found the warm lips for a relaxed and long
kiss then sighed and fell asleep. Warm hands exploring his torso with
slow precision was the last thing he felt.

----

Kirk awoke to light falling across his eyes. He was very warm. He
shifted and felt another body in contact with his own. Fingers
brushed his temple softly. He opened his eyes. "Spock?" Kirk
asked, surprised.

"Yes?" Spock replied calmly.

Kirk looked around the room in confusion. Then set his head down
because it spun just a bit when he lifted it. "Uh," he began,
noticing that they were not clothed and were very close together.
Spock, sensing his distress, backed off from him somewhat. "Uh, what,
ah, happened?" 

An angled eyebrow went up. "You do not recall the events of yesterday
evening?" Spock inquired.

"Ah. . . no." Kirk replied, reviewing his current situation and trying
desperately to remember or even imagine how he would have ended up in
bed with his Vulcan first. He'd woken to some unexpected bed partners
before, but this topped it.

"What is the last thing you recall?" Spock asked.

"The dinner at the museum in that parthenon-like hall." Kirk said,
happy to be helpful.

"That was at nineteen hundred. Do you remember the party here in the
room?"

"We had a party?" Kirk asked. "Hmm. Maybe I do remember the officer's
party--it was crowded, right?"

"Yes. Do you remember Dr. McCoy telling you about Galaxa Veem?"

"Galaxa was here?" Kirk asked, very, very interested. 

Spock felt himself flush with jealousy. "She was not in this suite.
Dr. McCoy came to tell you that she was upstairs." 

Spock's voice had picked up a dangerous undertone that Kirk didn't
miss. The Vulcan had stiffened and drawn his face hard and neutral.

"Huh. I don't remember that," he said carefully. His mind was
spinning. He sat up on the pillow a bit and looked down at Spock.
"Okay. I'm being an ass here, I realize. Can I ask one last stupid
question?" His masculine side was damn curious how far things had
gotten. Both angled eyebrows went up. "Maybe I won't ask." Kirk
looked around the room, squinting at the bright light from the window.
"I think I need you to tell me what happened."

Spock shifted and sat up. He crossed his arms and nearly sighed. A
kind of sadness seemed to settle over him. It hit Kirk like a cold
bucket of water. He sat forward, closer to the lean body and furred
chest. "Spock. . . I don't mean to hurt you." He whispered and reached
out a hand to touch an arm. "Obviously," he gestured around the bed,
"something happened between us last night. And. . . though at the
moment I don't remember what or how, I don't want you to draw away
from me."

"It is difficult not to, I'm afraid," was the stiff reply.

Kirk leaned back, frustrated. "You were about to tell me what
happened. . ."

"You had organized a party in the room and eventually everybody moved
on to other events. You and I remained." Spock paused, faced with
confessing again, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Emotional
vulnerability yawned before him.

"And?"  Kirk prompted.

Spock shook his head. "It does not matter." He moved to get out of
the bed. Kirk grabbed his arm. He suddenly saw before himself two
distinct paths, one of separation, loneliness, and regret, the other
was unknown, but it looked like it had to be better than the other.

"Spock. . . please don't go." Kirk pleaded. He decided firmly in his
mind. Based on the assumption that some kind of sexual activity took
place last night, Kirk pulled Spock down and into his arms in a
caress-filled embrace. "You don't have to explain it, just
stay. Please." Kirk moved so that they were in contact full-length.
"Just stay here with me, my dear friend," he whispered.

He stroked the warm, smooth back a while. "This all right?" he asked
when there was no response.

"Yes," came the unlikely reply.

Kirk ran his fingers through the fine hair and kissed a warm
forehead. He scrunched his eyes up as if in pain, bracing himself. "It
does matter. Please tell me what happened." 

Spock sat up suddenly. "Where are you going?" Kirk asked, hurt.

"To get my tricorder. I am concerned about your memory loss." Kirk
released his arm and Spock slid out of bed. He returned a moment later
scanning the pill package. "Gamma-di-roxy-frennal," he stated, then
frowned at the display before pulling the covers back and aiming the
device at Kirk's chest.

Kirk waited patiently as the tricorder whirled, resisting the temptation
to arch his back in a seductive tease or to shift his feet to pull the sheet
down just a little farther.

Spock returned to scanning the package. He frowned again, an enduring
expression, Kirk thought. "Some of the compounds in this remaining
dose have broken down, probably due to exposure to heat. You are
apparently suffering the side-effects of one of the component
molecules of the drug."

Spock put the tricorder aside and considered Kirk with his eyes. "Very
little remains in your system, but you should have Dr. McCoy run a
full blood scan when you return to the ship."

Kirk nodded and shrugged. "I'll let you test my memory later."

"I must apologize Captain for not verifying the medication before
offering it to you."

"I expect you had other things on your mind," Kirk said in a bedroom
voice.

Spock slid back under the covers, partially to cut off the human's
close examination of him which was making him illogically uneasy.

"So?" Kirk asked as Spock settled in beside him, not quite touching him.

"Hmmm." Spock stalled.

"You were saying. . ."

Dark eyes remained inscrutable.

Kirk continued. "You know, I am incapable of lying in bed like this
without either talking or making love so if you do not manage to begin
explaining what happened you are leaving yourself open to being
accosted." Kirk shifted to lean over the other threateningly,
generating a startled expression from the other. Kirk's hand planted
on the furred chest and began a deliberate descent. Spock
emitted a small noise. "You are stronger than I am, you can stop me
anytime." 

Spock reached down and halted the hand as it passed his lower abdomen.
He didn't remove it, merely pressed it tightly against the softer
flesh below the hard abdominal muscles. The cool human hand resting
so near his groin ignited a dormant part of his mind. He turned this
new effect around. It could be suppressed or released; he suppressed
it for the moment.

"I have been thinking about us," Spock said, his eyes focused on
something beyond the ceiling.

"You have?" Kirk couldn't imagine.

"Indeed. I almost lost you on Vferoj. I wish to know you completely
and I cannot risk losing you before taking an opportunity to do so."
He shifted under the heavy covers. "I was forced to utilize a bond to
save your life, the severing of which has been causing me some
difficulty, which you have observed. I informed you of all of this
last night. I apologize for the extreme violation of your
individuality."

Kirk looked over the stern features. "I don't feel violated and I do
appreciate being alive, so I forgive you." He paused. "That doesn't
explain how we ended up in bed."

"I. . . kissed you."

"Just like that?"

Spock swallowed. "Essentially."

"Damn sorry to have missed that." Kirk leaned slowly over the other
until their lips met. Soft and warm and gentle the kiss was and
amazingly it felt as natural as any Kirk had ever engaged in. "Mmmm,"
Kirk murmured as he lifted his mouth from the other. "What else did I
miss?"

Spock shook his head. "Nothing."

"Nothing? You're certain?"

"Completely."

"Good." Kirk shifted over to lay atop the Vulcan. "Now we are even."

"On the contrary, I believe you have a distinct advantage."

Kirk bent to kiss a prominent collar bone. Between kisses he said,
"You are smarter, stronger, and have six senses, what advantage can I
possibly have?"

Spock took an uneven breath, chilled by the saliva trails being left
on his shoulder. "Experience. Attitude." Kirk began moving his hips so
his smooth abdomen rubbed Spock's soft genitals. Spock closed his eyes
and said, "I suppose I should allow myself to respond."

Kirk began running his hands over thinly fleshed ribs, thumbs pausing
at hard nipples.  "That would help move things along," he murmured
into the crux of Spock's neck. He continued rubbing his now hard cock
against the one beneath him until it stretched long and stiff between
them. "I guess you do want me," Kirk observed.

Spock's hands grasped at Kirk's sides spasmodically as he replied
quietly, "Yes."

Kirk stopped and slid to the side to reach down to the long cock
resting on Spock's taut abdomen. It was silky and the second ridge
flared with need as he fondled the head.

"May I make a request, Jim?"

Kirk pulled himself to the present. "Sure."

Spock sat up. "As much as I do not wish to interrupt this, it would be more 
comfortable if you would allow me to cleanse you first."

"Ever the cleanliness addict." Kirk shrugged. "Sure, if you prefer." 

In the bathroom Kirk watched as Spock removed the interchangeable
shower nozzle from the hose and replaced it with one from the rack in
the drawer that was small and tapered. He adjusted the water
temperature and turned the water off.

Kirk stepped into the tub stall and waited while the nozzle was coated
with soap. He then bent over partway, putting his hands on the shower
railing.  Spock moved in behind him, soapy fingers sliding down his
butt crack to his anus. It was both clinical and a turn-on at the same
time. The nozzle slipped in and Kirk heard the water go on at first a
trickle then a steady stream. He grunted and tried to relax as the
warm water filled him. The nozzle withdrew and Kirk fought the urge to
release.

After holding for long minutes, he went to the toilet and returned where
the process was repeated.

As he stood up, Kirk said. "What about you?"

Spock's eyebrows rose.  "I did not realize you would wish to. . ." 

Kirk glanced down at Spock's continued erection. "Why don't we take
care of you first?"

"I would appreciate that," Spock said sincerely as he handed over a towel.

Kirk led the way back into the bedroom and stretched out seductively
on the sheets, lifting his rear suggestively.  "Did you find some
oil?" Kirk asked.

"Yes," came the deepest voice Kirk had heard from Spock.

Spock settled on the bed beside Kirk and wrapped one hand around
Kirk's torso, grasping his abdomen firmly.  Kirk forced himself to
relax, trusting Spock completely.

Spock's other hand slid up Kirk's inner thigh, lingering on his balls
before sliding back to the puckered opening.  One long oily finger
slid in followed by another. These thrust into Kirk a few times before
a third joined stretching him as they inserted all the way.

"Part your legs farther," Spock said as he removed his digits.

Kirk obeyed and Spock shifted to straddle his thigh. Kirk reached up
for two of the pillows and slipped them under his hips. He draped
himself over the pillows and tried to release the remaining tension
from his lower body. Spock's hand reached between his legs to cup his
testicles before sliding back up to his anus. Kirk grunted as four
fingers wriggled inside of him.

"You don't just want to put it in?"

"I do not wish to harm you." Spock stated factually. "You will need to
be stretched to accepted me."

The fingers departed and weight shifted on the bed. Kirk braced
himself as Spock lowered his weight onto his back. Spock's hand moved
to aim himself and Kirk felt something large and blunt nose at his
anus.

"Relax, Jim." 

Kirk did the best he could and the first ridge and than the second
slipped in. Kirk's breath came in quick gasps as Spock pressed in
farther. He grunted, glad his bowels were empty. 

Spock's hands grasped Kirk's hips and pulled the cool flesh fully onto
himself. He reverently spoke his name as he stroked his sides and
thighs. Spock moaned as he began moving his hips in the smallest
of thrusts.

Parted wide by the massive shaft, hips pinned by powerful hands, Kirk
could only try to relax and keep breathing. Spock moaned deep in his
chest, making the discomfort more than worthwhile. Spock wrapped his
arms around Kirk's torso and pulled him up off the bed, hips
continuing their tiny thrusts. His arms squeezed painfully tight and
rocked them back until they were upright, Kirk pulled his legs in to a
partial squat and Spock pulled him down even farther onto himself to
another low moan.

"Jim, Jim." Spock said as his hands moved over him, his pectorals, his
arms, with increasing urgency. His roaming hands eventually happened
onto Kirk's now limp cock and with an audible sigh began stroking him
earnestly.

Kirk's erection reappeared slowly and by the time he was close to
orgasm, tears had formed in his eyes. Spock's hands learned him
quickly and he finally ejaculated, Spock crying out with him. Moments
after Kirk came he felt pulsing in Spock's shaft. Spock's hands grabbed
at him tightly as he orgasmed. Kirk waited out the nearly two minutes
of spasm Spock experienced.

Spock finally finished and lowered Kirk gently back to the bed on his
back and leaned over him. He trailed his fingers down the side of
Kirk's face and neck, giving him the scrutiny of a new xeno-biological
sample. Kirk grinned at the close attention as it moved over his chest
and Spock's fingers ran along each rib in turn.

"When you said 'completely' you really meant it." 

Spock's attention moved to Kirk's genitals which were prodded and
stroked.

"You are satiated?" Spock asked.

"At the moment," Kirk answered lazily.

Spock leaned back over him. "I am very curious about you."

"You are?" Kirk rested his hand over his head causing his pectorals to
stand out. Spock ran his fingers along the muscle. "I could get used to
this attention."  Spock rubbed Kirk's nipple between his fingers,
hardening it. 

"As I was researching sexual activity between human males I observed
many actions that held no logic." He shifted so his weight rested on
Kirk and lowered his head to lick Kirk's nipple.

"Research?" Kirk said, almost afraid to ask. "Where did you do this
research?"

"With the z-section tape library on the ship."

"Ah, I see." Kirk thought about that. "I think. Let me see if I
understand this. You sat in your quarters and watched skin flicks of
men as research?"

"Many treatises on the subject were in the library but they lacked the
technical detail I was needing. Hypothesizing was not effective before
I viewed the tapes."

Kirk lifted his head. "You were fantasizing about me?"

"Indeed. I needed to know what it was I was going to request of you."

Kirk's cock had surged at the thought of Spock in his quarters,
imagining them together.

"Fascinating," Spock observed.

"Tell me what you fantasized," Kirk requested.

"I was not very good at it."

"I would like to hear it." Kirk closed his eyes. His cock was trapped
against Spock's ribs and he longed to move his hips to rub it against
the sparse hair there. He held back.

Spock hesitated, watching Kirk's face. "I imagined us unclothed in
either my bed or yours. I imagined you needing me to stretch you so as
to not harm you upon penetration."

Kirk took an odd breath and at the pause said, "Go on."

"Jim, if I bent over for you and begged you to fuck me, would you do so?"

"Oh, God." Kirk mumbled as his balls squeezed and he came with a
groan. Kirk's eyes opened in shock. "You talked me into coming. I
can't believe it. I never thought that could happen."

Spock lifted himself up. "Have I done something wrong?"

"No," Kirk breathed. "I can't believe you said that. You would beg
me?" Kirk was shaking as he sat up and pulled Spock against him,
kissing him passionately, his cum smearing between them.

Kirk kissed him for a long time, varying between mouth and earlobe,
neck and collar bone.

"Give me another fifteen minutes and then. . . ask me that again," he
said between kisses. 

"Perhaps in the interim I can clean myself for you." Spock said and
pulled away to stand up.

Kirk released him, "If you'd prefer." He lay back and watched the sexy
butt as it walked to the door of the bath.

Kirk nearly dozed when Spock returned to the bedside.  Kirk looked up
at him. "Is there anything else you would like while we wait?"

Spock sat on the bed and lifted a hand slowly to brush back Kirk's
hair. "I would like to touch your mind," Spock whispered.

Kirk exhaled. "I'm always yours," he said.

Hot fingers came to rest on his temples and cheeks, both sides of his
face unlike past melds. Spock skipped all formalities and embraced
Kirk's mind instantly. Kirk fell away from himself and
struggled instinctively for some kind of hold of reality. Spock
released him and pulled away.

"Jim?"

Kirk opened his eyes and finally remembered to breath. He met Spock's
look of concern with a half smile and leaned into the taller frame,
resting his head on Spock's shoulder. "Just take a little slower this
time."

Spock's arms encircled him tightly and this time they were able
to remain that way. Spock's hand found the meld points again and
eased into Kirk's thoughts. Kirk rested passively against the warm
muscle of Spock's chest as the meld deepened and shifted.

"Jim," Spock said, "think about your affection for me, I wish to feel
it in your mind."

"That is unusually voyeuristic of you Spock," Kirk stated slowly as
though from a deep sleep.

Kirk humored him, though, and found a memory of them working on an
engine fault on the shuttle which contained a strong combination of respect
for Spock's intellect, his closely guarded humor, his physical
abilities and their close affinity. He could feel Spock going over the
memory closely for some time.

Spock finally released his mind. "You see me very differently than I
see myself," Spock observed.

"I think that is true for everyone," Kirk returned, still half-speed.

Spock moved on from that memory to touching random emotions in Kirk's
mind.  Eventually he withdrew to a peripheral meld and held Kirk
against himself and felt each breath as it filled and exited the
human's lungs, taking satisfaction in the strength of life in his
now-healed body.

"There is no place in the universe I'd rather be," Kirk observed from
Spock's shoulder.

"It is pleasing to hear that."

Kirk's penis began to stir. Spock shifted and reached between them to
grasp it.  Kirk moaned in appreciation of the attention. Once he was
rock-hard, Spock stopped stroking and just held him, feeling his pulse 
surging through the swollen organ. Kirk moaned and squirmed slightly. 

Spock kissed him on the side of his mouth. "Do you wish to fuck me
now?" Spock asked in a rumbling whisper. The cock in his hand kicked
at his words and heat flared against his mind. He reached in to feel
that heat, a pulsing human desire that made Spock feel entirely
accepted. Spock reached over for the oil which he poured over the
swollen cock between them. The chill of the cooler liquid stabbed
through Kirk's mind as well as the eroticism of it. Spock drank these
reactions in and savored them slowly.  

Kirk waited patiently as with slow movements, Spock spread the oil over
him. Kirk could feel Spock's mind observing the details of his every
reaction. His cock bobbed with each touch and stroke. He opened his
eyes and noticed Spock's erection had also returned. It stood out large
and copper beside Kirk's abdomen. He reached out to stroke it but
Spock's hand intercepted his.

"I wish to just feel your pleasure, Jim."

Kirk put his hand back on Spock's chest. "All right," he breathed.

Spock moved away from him as he did so and slid off the bed and turned
to bend over the mattress.

Kirk licked his lips as he watched this. After long seconds he moved
to stand beside Spock's bare butt. He touched the side of one
muscular buttock with a caress. If he hadn't already come twice, he
might have come at the site of Spock parting his legs farther and
lifting his rear.

"Do you wish to have me?" Spock asked quietly.

"Gods yes, Spock." Kirk reached down for the oil and poured a generous
amount down the crack of Spock's butt.  Spock exhaled suddenly as it
dripped down over his anus and off of his testicles. Kirk's hand
followed, the meld faltering open and closed as Kirk teased the
puckered opening with his fingertips. Kirk could feel the tension like
a wound spring in Spock's body. He reached down and smeared the oil
over Spock's inner thighs and heavy balls. The oil was now hot and
slick from the heat of Spock's skin.

Still, he held back, feeling his way around the ache in Spock's mind.

"Please, Jim," Spock finally said and the ache throbbed into stab of
need. At the feel of it, Kirk's cock began to weep. He rewarded Spock with
his index finger, inserted to the hilt. Spock's mind zeroed in on the feel
of this digit as it turned and bent inside him. Kirk thrilled at the newness
of the sensation to Spock. 

"Touch me more," Spock pleaded, bending his knees farther to angle his
hips up more. Kirk withdrew his finger partway to insert two
more. Spock pushed himself backward to impale himself on them with a
throaty moan. Kirk turned his fingers to find the spot that seemed to
set off the expression of pleasure. 

Spock groaned impatiently. "Farther in, Jim, please." 

Kirk rubbed his hand between hard thighs to recoat
it with oil then curled his hand and inserted it to the
knuckle of his thumb. He ran his fingers over the bump he could now
just reach. Spock stopped breathing and held completely still
as Kirk moved his fingertips back and forth over his prostate. 
"Jim. . . " Spock whimpered finally, still frozen in utter pleasure.

The need in Spock's mind fed on the sensation of Kirk's fingers but
then grew hungry again. "Fuck me, Jim.  I want to feel you inside me."

Kirk withdrew his fingers hurriedly and easily inserted his cock in
their place. The feeling of completion nearly brought Kirk to orgasm
on his first thrust. That and the cry and stab of pleasure from the
body before him. On the second thrust he angled his pelvis downward as
much as possible, sending another, stronger stab of pleasure through
from Spock's mind.

"I never imagined you would get this much from a fuck, Spock." Kirk
said between thrusts.

Spock seemed to catch his breath. "It is necessary during our Time to
feel the pleasure of our mate, whatever their gender."

"Ah, I see," Kirk breathed and swallowed hard on the saliva that kept
filling his mouth. He looked down and watched himself penetrate the
round, narrow ass below him. "God, you are beautiful," he said, then
added, "I'm not going to last long."

Spock moaned with him as he came two thrusts later and pushed himself
back against Kirk as his rhythm faltered. The orgasm plunged and
surged as a feedback loop set off in the meld. Kirk felt himself
choking on the overload as the orgasm peeked. His cock felt like it
was dancing inside Spock's hot rectum and his balls continued squeezing
though they had already emptied. He couldn't stop thrusting, Spock had
grabbed his mind and propelled him as he too came. 

Breathless and released from Spock's mind, Kirk collapsed on top of
Spock who turned and lowered them both to the bed. Fingers caressed
Kirk's face as he opened his eyes.

"I did not intend to overwhelm you so," Spock said.

"I don't mind," Kirk said sleepily and found the energy in his
quivering muscles to straighten himself on the bed and pull the covers
partially over them both.


Kirk dozed lightly when Spock's voice said, "It is afternoon, Captain."

Kirk opened his eyes and quickly shielded them with his hand. "You are
implying that we should get out of bed?" Kirk asked. Pulling hard on
now-tired muscles, Kirk rolled over and leaned in for a kiss, which required
a moment from Spock for a response. Kirk studied him for long moments, "I
think I like being here with you. I think I like everything about you,
in fact."

The door chimed.

"I'm supposed to have lunch with McCoy," Kirk stated as he suddenly
remembered. He swung his legs out of bed and wrapped himself in one of
the blankets as he walked to the door.

Leaning one hand against the doorframe in a casual posture, Kirk
triggered the door.

"Jim--" McCoy began then took in Kirk's garb.

"I forgot about our lunch," Kirk admitted.

McCoy gave him a look. "You had a good night, I take it."

Kirk shrugged and blushed, then glanced at the bedroom.

"She still here?" McCoy whispered.

"She. . . uh, why don't you have a seat, Bones. I'll be right with
you. Or, ah, we'll be right with you."

McCoy gave him a thumbs-up and wandered over to the couch. He surveyed
the empty wine bottles lying, as in a battlefield tableau, around the
room. "The hotel maid is going to love you," he quipped.

Kirk disappeared and reappeared a minute later dressed in a fresh
uniform, carrying his boots.  He bent to pull them on.

"Your date comin'?" McCoy drawled. "I'd like to meet-"

"'Date' is probably an incorrect term in this case, Doctor. As it
implies a meeting intended to familiarize two parties with one
another."

McCoy looked up at Spock in the doorway to the bedroom with a glazed
expression. Twice he tried and failed to say something. He looked from
Kirk's amused expression back to Spock's matter-of-fact one.

"Well," he finally said, "this is a little unexpected."

Kirk bent and straightened his boot out then stood back up and clapped
the CMO on the shoulder. "We'll fill you in over breakfast." He
steered him to the door.

"No, that won't be necessary. Ah, but if you are volunteering
information, how did you managed to get him interested?"

Kirk jerked his thumb over his shoulder as the hotel room door slid
open. "He started it," Kirk insisted.

"You aren't serious?"

Spock, long-suffering look in place, followed them out.

"He's an animal," Kirk said.

McCoy held up a hand. "Now that is more than I needed to know. We can
stop there." He looked back at the Vulcan as they reached the
lift. "You going to make an honest man out of him, Spock?" he teased
as they waited.

"I am certainly going to try," Spock intoned.

McCoy guffawed at that as Kirk gave the Vulcan a wounded look.

"I'm liking you better already, Spock." The lift arrived and they
stepped into it. 

"Top floor," Kirk said to the lift.

"Who'd have known you were just like the rest of us," McCoy continued.
At Spock's curious look he added, "All you needed was to get laid to
loosen up a little."

Kirk rolled his eyes and sighed as the lift started up.

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