Title: The Echo Author: Arachnethe2 Series: TOS Code: NC-17 Pairing: K/S Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of Paramount Pictures, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, made for no profit. Summary: This little PWP is an excuse for my new challenge. English is not my native language, please forgive me my errors, but I have simply too much fun with my writing in the last time. The Echo Written by Arachnethe2 for... ...my very patient and still hoping editor Greywolf the Wanderer *This* Kirk loved the most. He has been utterly undone and he enjoyed every second of it. He savoured to kneel onto the bed, the iron hard claw dug into the flesh of his left hip, while the right palm - hot, hot and again hot- stroked his cock. And the hot ragged breath onto his neck, the biting kisses behind his earlobes and...oh... the hot, hard cock moving inside him, fucking him, driving him crazy... "Ohhh! Spock, yess... more... harder... more... AHHHH...yes...!" Their shields sank down, the bond between them thickened, getting stronger, brighter, intensive - burning.... *ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*, echoed suddenly through their minds. "Ah, hemmmpffffff, whaaaaaat?" Kirk found himself sprawled under the heavy body of his Vulcan. With some effort he freed his face out of the pillow: "Spock, what is it?" But the Vulcan stood up and without saying any word he picked up his robe from the floor. *ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*, again this sound went through their minds. Spock's face was an impenetrable mask. "Spock, take it easy." Nothing. The Vulcan simply headed toward the bathroom. "This can happen to every one." But the words have been spoken to a pair of very straightened shoulders. "Ok, your parents have sex right now. That's nothing new in the galaxy. Everyone feels uncomfortable by this thought." The already straight back got straightened even more. *ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* "Your father is alive, so they are celebrating it..." But the only answer has been the closed door. "Everyone is the proof of such activity," Kirk had said to this door, "ok, not everyone, but..." Shit, this wasn't diplomatic as much. Kirk remembered Spock's discomfort every time, when it has been mentioned, that actually he has been created by a collective action of the medical stuff in an academy laboratory. The resolute sound of the shower gave Kirk the affirmation for it. The human leaned himself somehow tired against the wall. Sometimes his t'hy'la has been very difficult. *oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* The inhabitants of the VIP suit some decks below, enjoyed evidently their time. But, what Kirk hated the most for now, has been the realisation of the consequences, which will certainly follow, as soon as Spock will come out of the bathroom: But dammit! They should really work more intensive onto their shields! End. --------------------------------------------------------------