Title: The Unexpected Black Out
Author: Arachnethe2 <Arachnehte2@darmstadt.netsurf.de>
Series: TOS
Code: NC-17
Pairing: K/S

Disclaimer: Startrek is the property of Paramount Pictures, this
is a piece of Amateur fan fiction, made for no profit.

Summary: In some certain situations one forgets much too easily.



The Unexpected Black Out



Written by Arachnethe2



        Kirk stepped into his quarters, and fell immediately into
two slender arms.

        "Spock, wha...", but the rest of the question was stifled
by a pair of hot lips on his mouth. Dimly he remembered that he
wanted to say something. But what? Oh god, he couldn't remember!
 But no wonder! Every time his t'hy'la kissed him like this, he
forgot almost everything, even his name.

        "I wanted..."

        "What Jim?" Spock placed the human against the wall, just
beside the door, biting gently at a delicate place on his
throat, somewhere near the collarbone, "what did you want... or
do you want?"

        But instead of the right answer, Kirk's mind found only an
image of himself being sprawled across the bed. Oh, it was so
impossible to think of anything else, when Spock's voice got
this deep tone, which rushed over Kirk like a hot wave, washing
away all that belonged even slightly to the life outside of
their quarters.

        It was always like this. It was already there during their
first lovemaking, and although this night of all nights happened
a whole three months ago, they were still falling over each
other as  soon as they were alone in his or his, and now their,
quarters.  Only when they were spent, sated and satisfied, could
they continue farther with a chess game, a talk, a visit of the
mess hall or the rec. deck, or the second shift.

        What was the reason for their state? Was it the endless
hours on the bridge, where the captain sat in his command chair
with crossed legs, and turned away every time his first officer
bent over the science station to make an analysis? Was it the fact
that they didn't touch each other, outside of their quarters?
Not only to maintain the professional relationship in front of
the crew, but because of Spock's Vulcan heritage, his different
habits, which Kirk took very seriously. Or was it  the bond
between them, the joyful connection between their minds?  Was it
the inevitable fact that their friendship had grown into  love,
which they both had never dared hope for? Kirk didn't know.
Probably  all of this and even more, were the reasons why he
didn't realise that he had dropped his PADD, while Spock managed
three things at once: to pull him out of the uniform, while
kissing him breathlessly, and moving them both toward the bed.

        He felt the soft fabric on the skin of his thighs, as
Spock sat him on the sheet, hovering above him, swallowing him
with his gaze, wanting to... Wait! Oh, he was so greedy, his
otherwise oh so restrained t'hy'la, so greedy, that he tended to
fuck him while himself staying fully clad in the uniform. Kirk
almost got mad: he wanted to feel Spock's skin on his own, dammit!
With an adamant gesture he forced the Vulcan to stand up, and
ignoring his frustrated sigh, he started to unfasten Spock's
trousers.

        There! He felt a tremor running down his spine, as the
flat belly appeared, the hot pale skin, the round navel, the fine
black  hair... Kirk's nostrils widened as he smelled the musky,
male  scent, the spice and sand and the rest, which was only
Spock and  nothing else. He grabbed those lean hips and ravished
the flat  belly, searching with his teeth and tongue after all
the delicate  places, which he had known already, but never grew
tired of touching them anew. Spock groaned, arched his back, but
Kirk held him tightly to prevent him from falling, never
noticing the blue  tunic and black regulation shirt passing his
left ear, while he continued with his mouth farther down, to the
bulk hidden behind the fabric of the briefs.

        He kissed that place slightly and then he looked up at his
lover:

        "Please..." Spock whispered, looking down on Kirk, his
lips parted, fire in his eyes. "Please", he repeated and put his
hands on the human's shoulders for support.

        With one movement Kirk pulled the black uniform trousers
and the briefs down and took the green throbbing cock in his
mouth. The Vulcan groaned and tightened his grip. But Kirk didn't
mind about the nails digging into his skin. Just right then he was
captured, by the sensation of wet silk in his mouth, the hotness
of the  Vulcan's organ, the sweetness of the precum. He moved
his tongue over the head of the cock, licking at the tiny
opening on the tip,  then he moved down to slide just right
between the swollen ridges, knowing that there was one of the
most sensitive places. He  grinned in his mind, as his bondmate
groaned his 'affirmative' in  response. He continued farther to
the base and stopped there, just to feel the fine hair tickling
his nose.

        Suddenly there was a hot hand on the back of Kirk's head:
"Please," this time the plea was like a sob. And Kirk realised
that the Vulcan was too hard for a teasing foreplay. He returned
 back to the top of the cock and put the throbbing shaft in his
mouth, as far as he was able, and then he sucked hard. And
again, and again, and for a moment there was nothing but the
rhythm of his movement and the soft cries of his Vulcan, until
the explosion came, an arched back and seed spent into the
human's throat.

        Spock swayed forward slightly, but Kirk caught him and
pulled him down onto the bed. He grinned, satisfied, at the sight
of the limp body on the white sheet. He stood up to free Spock
from the boots and the remaining clothing.

        Just right as he was thinking about how he should move the
heavy body under the blanket, the Vulcan's arousal returned.

        "Greedy again?" He mused at the lying man.

        "No, still," and in the next moment the slender body
shifted and with a precise movement the white blanket was thrown
off the bed, while the second hand had grabbed the human and
pulled him in.  This was something which had to do with Vulcan's
sparing of energy. 'And the human had better get used to it',
Kirk thought, while he landed beside the Vulcan and was
immediately covered with his mate's body. The heat which
surrounded him, made him almost  unconscious. Nothing helped
against this feeling, only to go through and never mind the blue
spots, the bruises, the bitten  nipples, the swollen lips and
sore ass - a state which had become  permanent in those days,
and Kirk couldn't ever imagine that it could be ever otherwise.

        The human sighed happily, loving every second of it.

"Come here," he grabbed the shoulder of his Vulcan, who was
right now gently licking at Kirk's nipple, and pulled him up to
kiss him. He savoured this kiss, making it long and slow.

        Finally he released Spock's lips: "I love you," he said
softly, his fingers buried in the thick black hair.

        Spock's eyes were shining: "You are never tired of saying
it."

        "No, never. As I have never enough of you." And he kissed
Spock again.

        "As I of you, t'hy'la," he whispered breathlessly, "tell
me Jim, what do you want?"

        "You... I want you...inside me..."

        "Yes," the Vulcan leaned down, to steal a kiss and then he
lifted himself up to let Kirk turn onto his stomach. The human
tried to reach for the pillow, but Spock was faster. He
positioned  Kirk onto it, while the man looked after the
lubricant. Where...?  Oh, there. He threw the second pillow out
off the bed, revealing a  small jar. He reached for it, but the
Vulcan was faster again.  'Sometimes it is a bit frustrating.'
But this thought disappeared  immediately, with the sensation of
the hot palms on him. The Vulcan  was kneeling between his legs
now. Kirk felt the fingers, gently  parting the cheeks and then
sliding into him, stretching,  massaging the tiny opening of his
ass, stroking him inside, touching the sensitive spot.

        He reacted as always: groaning, his back arching, he
pushed backwards, to get more of it.

        "You are so impatient t'hy'la." This was the last thing
Kirk wanted right now - Spock teasing him, when he wanted him so
badly.

        "You do like to torture me in this way, don't you?" He was
breathing hard already.

        "Yes, t'hy'la," the hot fingers continued the stroking.

        "...and to make me beg..."

        "Yes t'hy'la." Oh, this was unbearable!

        "... to hear it...you want...oh..."

        " Of course t'hy'la..." the hot fingers withdrew and were
replaced by the tip of the cock, just stopping in the opening of
Kirk's body.

        "MY GOD FUCK ME!"

        And then the cock slid in, the double ridge passed the
entrance of his anus, and for the next endless moments there was
nothing else, but strokes, and gasps, and noises of two  bodies,
moving toward release. The orgasm was like always - a  brief
explosion of pleasure, but strong enough for long echoing in  the
agony of the aftermath.

        Kirk could be aware only dimly of a pillow under his head,
while the second one, with his semen on it, disappeared into
anywhere. He snuggled closely to the hot body beside him, Feeling 
only satisfaction and peace.

        "Satisfied now?" He asked sleepily.

        There was a deep purring sound for a response. Kirk
smiled. It was so good to lay there, like this, holding his
Vulcan, who was purring like a big cat, to forget all for a
moment...

        To forget...?

        TO FORGET?

        He sat up. "OH MY GOD!"

        "Jim what...?"

        "I remembered!"

        "What?"

        "That I forgot!"

        "Yes, but what?"

        "That I remembered!"

        "Remembered? You have said you forgot!"

        "No, I remembered, that I forgot!"

        "Jim?" The Vulcan lifted his eyebrow, "I don't understand.
What did you remember, that you have forgotten to remember?"

        "Oh shit! I forgot ahhh remembered, oh hell... Scotty
should be here, to discuss with me the last report about the warp
core malfunction."

        And just right in this moment the door chimed.

End.

--------------