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indeedcaptain · 7 months

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Spirktober 2023, days 16 and 17: Public + Ritual

My brain is back online, for the most part, so now I'm working back through the days I missed. I hope that it's okay that I'm combining two. This was a fun one to write even if I did put some interesting queries into my search history. I hope you enjoy!

Also posted on AO3 here!

Warnings: explicit sex (in the form of fellatio)

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Kirk should have known that something was off when he informed the Undran diplomatic corps that dancing was frequently done with big groups of people or switching partners after songs ended, and they all tittered behind their large decorative fans.

He shot a look to Uhura, questioning if he had committed some social faux pas, but she tapped a finger against her lip and looked contemplative, which was not her standard expression for, “You goofed,” so he thought he was in the clear.

“What is dancing like for your people?” He turned to the head Undran: a tall, muscular person of indeterminate sex, standing next to someone who looked nearly identical but had been identified as their spouse. He had learned that day that they were a highly physical people. Their cities had been built in the root systems of the enormous trees that grew nearly a mile tall on the surface of their planet, Cartix III, and moving through the passageways required much climbing and ducking until they reached the larger central halls. Uhura had informed him, after they made first contact, that dance was highly important to them, and that they may be asked to participate in performances.

That didn’t bother Kirk, but the leader of the Undrans skated their fingers over their spouse’s shoulder and said, “Once you are coupled, you dance with no one else.” Their spouse interlocked their fingers together before releasing their hand. Kirk saw Uhura tilt her head to one side, like she was concentrating on listening to something. She tapped a button on her padd. Was she manually overriding the universal translator? For what?

“We would be honored if you would show us how your people dance, Captain Kirk,” the head Undran said. “We will show you how we do it, we will break our evening fast, and then you can perform as well. With whom would you dance?”

“That sounds just wonderful,” he said. When they were off duty, Spock was his preferred dance partner, first and always, but he didn’t think his lover would enjoy being the center of attention. He would prefer to watch, and analyze, and then keep Kirk up late into the night describing his observations, among other things. “I’ll dance with anyone in the crew,” he said, and the Undrans again hid their faces behind their fans. “Lieutenant Uhura?”

“Yes, Captain?” She was distracted.

“Will you dance with me this evening?”

As he spoke, her face paled, and she looked between Kirk, Spock, and the Undrans. “Oh,” she said, uncertain. “As you wish, captain.”

Kirk frowned at her. Spock raised one eyebrow at the uncharacteristic lack of enthusiasm. Uhura was a wonderful dancer, and had taught most of the crew to swing dance over the course of the previous four years. She said, “I just think there are others you would rather dance with.”

The Undrans looked between each other, some smirking, some with wide eyes. Uhura turned to address them. “Thank you for inviting us here! I believe we may require water and rest before the performance. May we retire?”

“Of course,” the Undran in charge of hospitality said. “Follow me.” Kirk tried to catch Uhura’s eye as she passed, but she stepped past him and Spock to trail behind the Undran in front and speak to them in a low voice. Kirk looked to Spock, who just made the facial expression that was as close as the Vulcan got to “hell if I know.”

The Undran led them to a warren of rooms within the root system near the great gathering hall where they had been received.

“Forgive us. The complexities of your partner system escape us, so we have simply provided the largest grouping of rooms we could provide. Please let us know if there is something that would suit you better.” The Undran inclined their head and then closed the door behind them. Kirk turned to Uhura and planted his hands on his hips.

“Lieutenant Uhura, care to explain yourself?”

She covered her face with her hands for a moment before recovering her professionalism. “Captain, the universal translator is wrong. They use metaphor differently than we do --- it’s a known translation glitch. They think you sleep with the entire crew and they’ve asked you to demonstrate how the Federation has sex after dinner tonight.”

Kirk couldn’t help it. He laughed. Then he saw Uhura and Spock’s solemnity and he stopped laughing. He schooled his face into neutrality and settled into parade rest. “Another unfortunate blow to my reputation,” he said. “Can we refuse without dealing grievous injury to our relations with them?”

“I’m not sure, but likely no, Captain,” Uhura said, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. The three security guards they’d brought down were studiously looking elsewhere. “Sex -- dancing -- is important to them for symbolic reasons. It’s not that they’re strictly monogamous, per se, they do have polyamory, but once those bonds are forged, that’s it. They are highly unlikely to take others except in cases of violence between partners or death.”

“Ah,” he said. Much like Vulcans, he thought to himself, and looked sidelong at Spock. Spock was perfectly neutral, hands behind his back --- which meant he was thinking deeply and rapidly, and Kirk had cause to worry.

“Excuse us for a moment, please,” he said to Uhura, and took Spock by the elbow and led him away from the central room into one of the adjoining ones. He closed the door between them and the rest of the team.

“I never would have agreed to this if I had realized,” Kirk said immediately. He squeezed Spock’s elbow and released him.

“I am aware, captain,” Spock said. He clasped his hands behind his back. “I do not readily see a way to gracefully rescind the offer, given that the fault lies with us for assuring them our technology would negate the need for a translator.”

Kirk winced. Spock crossed his arms, tapping one long finger against his lips.

“I don’t want to--- dance--- with anyone but you. You know that. But I also won’t make you have public sex for the sake of the mission, Spock.” Spock’s finger continued its rhythm, and Kirk had to drag his eyes away from it.

“Are you opposed to public fornication, captain?”

“I---,” Kirk started, shifting on his feet, and then paused. “Wait, why?”

“I am simply considering the most logical course of action. The success of this mission is critical to the Federation’s continued presence in this solar system. Sex, regardless of how they describe it, is important to them, and they have asked us to participate. Are you opposed to participating?”

Kirk crossed his arms. He pictured it: himself, and preferably Spock, doing some of his favorite activities on a raised platform in the middle of a crowd of strangers. They would be watched by people who didn’t know them as captain and commander, as Starfleet’s prized toys, but only as partners; people who would know nothing about them but the way that they knew and loved each other. His brain told him, That is inappropriate behavior, but the spark of arousal in his stomach and groin did not care about propriety. But then he thought about having to do any of that with someone who wasn’t Spock, and the arousal died immediately.

He met Spock’s eyes. “I don’t find the idea… repulsive, if that’s what you’re asking.” He blushed slightly under Spock’s far-too-perceptive gaze: there was no way the Vulcan’s keen attunement to his emotions hadn’t picked up the transition from vaguely curious to interested. “But, Spock, I won’t do it without you. We can ask if there’s another couple on the ship who would do it.”

“But you are interested in it,” Spock said softly. Kirk stepped towards him, wrapping his hands around both biceps.

“But you’re not,” Kirk said. Spock stared over his shoulder for a second longer. When Spock met his gaze, though, he did not see trepidation but curiosity, and the streak of possessiveness that always made Kirk’s knees weak and dick hard even as he pretended to chafe against it. Spock raised one hand and lightly dragged the knuckle of his bent pointer finger against Kirk’s cheek and tilted his head. The changed angle transformed him from Kirk’s familiar lover to something more alien, something inhuman and feral.

“That is a reasonable assumption,” Spock said, and he slid his hand back to thread his fingers through Kirk’s hair. “And it is true, for some things. I find that I am… unwilling to show my own arousal, my own loss of control, to individuals who are not yourself.” He tugged Kirk’s head back and gently pressed a kiss to one of the tendons in his neck. “I find that I do not mind if we show them yours.”

“Oh,” Kirk breathed, as Spock skated his mouth to his jawline and kissed him again.

“Especially if it is by my hands,” Spock said, and the growl in his voice made Kirk shiver. “Do you want to participate?”

“Okay,” Kirk said immediately, critical thinking skills fleeing at Spock’s consent. “Yes. However you had in mind.” Spock kissed him again before stepping back, and in less than a second he had once again become Kirk’s first officer.

“I believe I shall inform the Undrans, with Lieutenant Uhura, that there was a miscommunication, and that you will be performing with me. I will ask them to show me the space and tell them what I require.” Spock was once again the consummate professional, even if what he was saying was something Kirk hadn’t even considered to include in his wildest fantasies. “Questions or comments, captain?”

“Yes, Mr. Spock,” Kirk said intelligently. “Sounds like a plan.” Then Spock turned from him and swept back into the main room to find Uhura.

Good lord. He was going to have to write a mission report about this?

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Kirk, Spock, Uhura, and the security complement entered the grand meeting hall four hours later, guided by the Undrans from before. Their leader and their spouse --- Kirk still couldn’t determine gender and wasn’t about to guess --- were called Carthan and Mali, and their hospitality guide was called Bello. But all thoughts of gender and their species fled from Kirk’s mind as they were led through the enormous hall. It was built beneath an enormous tree, all the soil painstakingly moved over the course of years or centuries to create an almost entirely round and smooth area. The roots were visible in the walls and arched up to the ceiling above, and lights were tied to the bark in a way that did not damage the tree or inhibit its growth. The room was set up like an amphitheatre: there were arcs of round tables, with seats all facing a raised platform at the end of the room. Kirk swallowed hard to realize that he would be standing up there later this evening. Or laying. Or kneeling? His eyes flicked to Spock, who was, as usual, inscrutable.

Spock noticed his attention and dropped back to walk beside him. “Captain,” he said, inclining his head.

“Mr. Spock,” Kirk murmured. “How were your errands?”

“Successful, captain,” he said. “All is arranged. They were relieved and humored to know that your breadth of dance partners was a misunderstanding on our part. I believe they were starting to think that they did not share much in common with the Federation. But they were very accommodating of my requests.”

“Very good, Mr. Spock. This mission may yet owe its success to you.” Kirk looked at him and dropped his voice lower. “Any hints on what I may expect this evening?”

“I believe you said that whatever I had in mind would suffice, captain.” Spock was teasing him. Unbelievable. Whoever said that Vulcans were exceedingly serious people had never known one for more than a day. “Would you like a hint?”

“Yes,” Kirk said immediately. Spock thought as they were led to a table near the front by Bello. He leaned into Kirk’s ear as they were seated.

“They will be able to see every emotion upon your face. But they will not see mine.”

Kirk crossed his legs to hide the beginnings of his erection.

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The way that the Undrans made love was nothing short of mesmerizing. Sex, for them, was as intricate and choreographed as a dance would be on Earth, and Kirk thought that the universal translator could perhaps be forgiven for mixing the two concepts up. Carthan and Mali circled each other, eyes locked on each other, before they grasped hands and swung each other in increasingly complex and narrowing circles until one--- and by this point Kirk had lost track of who was who, as they had both shed the trappings of status until they were bare, and nearly identical--- straddled the other on the raised platform. Their genitals were somewhat of a mystery to him, enclosed within folds not unlike labia but infinitely more prehensile. He could not tell, even from so close up, what was occurring, but he certainly did not miss as they approached and reached climax together. Their synchronicity reminded him, actually, of when he and Spock melded during sex. When he took Spock’s hand beneath the table, he thought that Spock had thought the same.

When they stood together, clasped hands, and bowed, the audience did not clap. Instead, they stood as one and bowed in return. Then Carthan and Mali departed and an Undran wearing an apron appeared on the stage, describing what meal they had prepared for their honored interstellar guests. Kirk blinked at the shift in tone, but only he and his crew seemed unprepared for it.

“That was… something,” he said to Uhura, but she was still staring at the stage.

“Did you hear what they were saying to each other?” She asked.

“What? No,” he said. “Outside of the… the obvious.”

“At the beginning. During their foreplay. They were affirming each other, it sounded like. Reminding each other of shared memories and what they were doing, and why.” She leaned back and wiped a single tear away. “It was quite lovely, actually.”

“I would like to remind you that you are both allowed and encouraged to not watch our half of the performance,” Kirk said. “It would be my particular preference that you not cry, either, Lieutenant.”

“And I will remind you, captain, that half the crew saw you get drunk at last year’s holiday party and try to jump Spock in the hallway before he carried you home, so forgive me if I’m not absolutely shocked by the idea that you have intercourse.”

“That was one time,” Kirk muttered. But Spock, that absolute traitor, said, “Captain, there was also the planet with the pollen---”

“Impossible! All of you! To the brig for subordination!”

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They stood at the edge of the little raised stage at the front of the hall, and nerves clenched Kirk’s stomach as he looked out over the number of people who were watching them.

“I didn’t know there would be so many,” he muttered to Spock. He squeezed Spock’s hand, and Spock rubbed a reassuring thumb over the back of his hand.

“You can revoke your consent at any time, captain,” Spock murmured to him. “Always.” Kirk leaned into him.

“I think I still want this,” he said. “But I’m nervous now.” But then Carthan stepped off the stage, having finished whatever introduction they gave for them, and gestured to them.

“I will take care of you, ashayam,” Spock said. “If you’re sure.”

Kirk steeled himself and, instead of responding, stepped out onto the stage.

The lights were not as bright as they had seemed from the side. Instead, they washed out everything that was not the ground immediately in front of the stage. The crowd vanished from his sight; his only awareness of them now was the shifting of fabric and cloth, the gentle clink of clayware against the tables, the fluttering of their customary fans. All he could see was Spock, standing on the stage with him.

“I think that’s your line, Mr. Spock,” Kirk said, and Spock stepped into his personal space. Kirk tilted his head up to maintain eye contact, and Spock lifted both hands to frame his face, sliding his long fingers into his hair. Kirk let his eyes close as Spock closed the distance between them in a kiss.

Kirk could feel Spock reading his emotions, gauging if Kirk still wanted this, and after a moment of adjustment, after three years of carefully avoiding public displays of affection, Kirk opened his mouth to him. At the encouragement, Spock swept in: not domineering, as he could be, but certainly not gentle. He kissed possessively, and had since the very first time: he used tongue and teeth and lips to map Kirk’s mouth, kissing until Kirk’s mouth was puffy and bruised.

He threaded his arms around Spock’s neck, coming onto his toes to lean against Spock, and Spock wrapped one arm around his waist to counterbalance. He slipped a hand beneath the hem of Kirk’s shirt and splayed it against his back. The cool air rushed against the strip of skin now exposed, and Kirk shivered to realize that everyone in the audience could see his back, the skin and scars and muscle and fat and bone. His ardor cooled for a split second before his brain adjusted the mental image. They weren’t just seeing Kirk’s body. They were seeing Spock’s hand against him, dimpling his skin with the strength of his fingers, splaying nearly from tailbone to ribcage. The engine of his desire roared to life as he reframed what they were seeing: it wasn’t about him. It was about what Spock did to him, was doing to him. It was about what he allowed Spock to have, that he had refused to give to anyone else before him: his heart as well as his body, his mind and soul alongside his skin and bones.

He felt Spock’s wry half-smile against his lips as his dick took a firmer interest in the proceedings. Kirk slid his fingers into Spock’s hair and pulled, breaking the connection of their lips, before he licked the tip of Spock’s ear and breathed out against it. Spock shivered against him, and when he met Kirk’s gaze lust had blown his pupils wide. Spock pressed his hand harder against Kirk’s back, reminding him, I feel what you feel. Kirk pressed their foreheads together and whispered, “What did you intend to do to me?”

Spock whispered back, “I intended to press you against this wall, kneel before you, and take you into my mouth.” Oh, holy shit. He pulled back and assessed Kirk’s expression. “Does that meet the parameters we established?”

Kirk nodded. Spock slid both hands under Kirk’s tunic and gently pulled it up over his head, kissing along his collarbone after it was revealed. He worried the edge of Spock’s tunic in his own hand, but Spock shook his head no. Good god, Kirk realized. He is going to be fully clothed while I am naked and then he is going to blow me on stage. Spock pressed one hand to his chest, fingertip dangerously close to his nipple, and pushed him backwards until his back was against the wall. Spock followed him, head bent to bite the sensitive skin of his neck and suck bruises into it. His hands roamed over Kirk’s chest, flicking and pinching and soothing, until Kirk’s head was tipped back against the wall and he was moaning aloud. Spock adjusted his stance to bring his thigh between Kirk’s, and he ground against the hard muscle gratefully. He found that he had twisted his hand into Spock’s hair and clenched it so tightly that his fingers were going numb, and he released it to scratch down his back instead.

Spock trailed his fingers down Kirk’s chest and rested them at the tie of his trousers. “May I?” he asked, and kissed one of the bruises he had left.

“Yes, please,” Kirk said, and he dropped his head back again, mouth opening as Spock pulled his trousers open and down. I should have taken off my boots first, he thought, delirious with desire, until Spock kissed the head of his dick and he stopped thinking altogether. He gave no thought to the audience any longer, just to the blessed pressure of one of Spock’s hands against his thigh, the other pressed against his abdomen, and the warmth of his mouth and lips around his dick. He knew that he was gasping and keening and moaning, but the only thing he could hear was Spock’s breathing, growing rapidly unsteadier as orgasm approached, and the slick wet noises of his mouth sliding on and off.

“Spock, please,” he gasped, trying to warn him, but Spock did not cease.

Two things pushed Kirk over the edge. The first was the spark of psychic energy that arced between them when Kirk pulled Spock’s hand off his stomach and threaded their fingers together. He wasn’t sure when it had gone from something he did for Spock to a necessity for him too, but he rarely came without their hands intertwined anymore. The second was that Spock released Kirk’s thigh and reached between his legs, dragging one finger along his perineum before cupping his balls.

Kirk thrust forward into Spock’s mouth, crying out as he came hard. Spock’s hands had pinned his hips to the wall, keeping him from sliding into a puddle on the ground, and Spock gently pulled his mouth away from Kirk, swallowing before pressing a kiss to the skin at his hipbone. They rested there for a moment, chests heaving, Kirk’s head back against the wall, Spock’s head bowed against his thigh. Then, from his knees, Spock carefully pulled his boxers and trousers back up, tying them securely, before standing and retrieving Kirk’s shirt and pulling it lovingly over his head, threading his arms back through the sleeves. Kirk’s brain came back online sometime during this process, and when he dazedly met Spock’s eyes and saw Spock’s slight, satisfied smile, he grinned back. In the post-orgasm glow, he felt none of the shame or anxiety that he had half-expected: only the warmth that he felt whenever he was close to Spock, the love and pride that he felt in the Vulcan man before him.

Spock smoothed the fabric of his uniform down over his shoulders, a gesture familiar from every morning when they dressed for the day in their quarters, and Kirk leaned forward and pressed their lips together again. Then Spock pulled him by the hand forward to the edge of the stage --- Oh right, he thought, at least someone is still thinking of the ceremony --- and they bowed. From here, Kirk could see the audience that he had previously forgotten.

He studiously ignored his own crew. But the rest of the audience he let his eyes wander over: some were obvious aroused, the prehensile labia-like organ fluttering, others staring in awe or appreciation, but all of them looked at Spock with a fraction of the respect and trust that he did, and when they stood and bowed to them, deeply, he thought he might understand now why their performances were so important.

Spock pulled him off the stage, and once they stood again in the darkness he pulled Spock to a standstill and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Spock encircled his waist and they stood there, swaying. Kirk heard Spock breath in the smell of him. All too soon, though, footsteps approached, and they broke apart at Carthan and Mali’s appearance.

Carthan said, “I do not think we have the words to express the honor you have bestowed upon us this evening. You have shared something beautiful with us.” Then they turned to Spock and bowed again. “We are especially grateful to you, given what you said about your own species’ proclivity for privacy. That you would share what you did with us is a demonstration of trust that we won’t soon forget.” Kirk felt Spock’s surprise through their clasped hands. Carthan bowed again to both of them before departing. Mali turned to depart with them, before turning back.

Eyes sparkling, they said, “Carthan is correct in saying that we are honored that you shared your love with us. I would also like to thank you for another gift.” They glanced back over their shoulder before turning back to them confidentially. “As all genders on Cartix bear the same genitals, and the lilia are so dextrous---” they gestured to the labia-like thing near their stomach--- “we infrequently have cause or desire to innovate. But to apply one’s mouth to erogenous zones…!” They smiled suggestively, bowed once more, and turned to follow Carthan.

Kirk gaped after them until he turned to his similarly flummoxed partner.

“Mr. Spock,” he said faintly. “Did we just introduce an entire planet to the idea of cunnilingus?”

“It appears so, captain,” Spock said, and coughed once. “I should like to return in a few years to discover what they do with this information.”

“Oh, you would?” Kirk said, teasing, as they turned to find their crew. “I’ll find all the voyeuristic planets you want, if that’s what you’re saying.”

“It depends on the venue, captain. I do not believe theatre-in-the-round would be as conducive to my preferences…”

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cicaklah · 5 months

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its done!!! If you've been waiting, your time has come. if you've been waiting for the resolution of last chapters' cliffhanger, thank you so much, your allcaps comments fueled me through writing this last chapter <3

Either way, Enjoy!!! <3

there will be more One Man soon!!!!

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1shirt2shirtredshirtdeadshirt · 2 years

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Uh oh.

(Wyd when the boss that cute and throwin’ smiles your way?)

Chapter 4 of Made of Sun/Tor T'Yel

Made of Sun/Tor T’Yel Chapters

AO3: Chapter 1: Word of Mouth | Chapter 2: The Book Incident | Chapter 3: One For Chess | Chapter 4: Walk With Me

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Chapter 1: Change of Command: Kirk, Pike, and Spock.

Chapter 1: WIP Tumblr Post for Change of Command

Chapter 3: “Are you one for chess, Mr. Spock?”

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sunless-garden · 2 years

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One of my favorite fics of all time is How High The Moon by kyliselle. It's a Kirk/Spock fic, and set after the events of the 2009 movie. I adore this fic to pieces - I'm sure I've read it more than 20 times by now.

And if you like Kirk/Spock, I recommend pretty much everything by kyliselle.

#kyliselle #star trek #star trek fanfiction #kirk/spock #spirk #spirk fanfic #Kirk/spock fanfic #fic rec #how high the moon

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outlookerposts · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, Hikaru Sulu, Pavel Chekov, Nyota Uhura Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Alien Planet, One Shot, transporter malfunctions (of course), No beta we die like redshirts Summary:

After Spock gave his report, the bridge broke into excited chatter. They were to explore a warm planet with lush forests, plenty of flowers, and no dangerous wildlife? Spirits were high.

Uhura speculated about the beauty of the forests, to which Checkov exclaimed something about the Russian wilderness being the best in the universe. Sulu told a story about going camping with his parents on the pacific west coast, where they had slept under redwoods.

Jim should have known it was too good to be true.

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herself-nyc · 2 years

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock Characters: Spock (Star Trek), James T. Kirk, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Nyota Uhura, Sarek (Star Trek), Amanda Grayson Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s02e05 Amok Time, Post-Episode: s02e09 Metamorphosis, Post-Episode: s02e15 Journey to Babel, Idiots in Love, Falling In Love, Light Angst, James T. Kirk Loves Spock, POV James T. Kirk, Top James T. Kirk, Bottom James T. Kirk, Top Spock, Bottom Spock (Star Trek), Spock Loves James T. Kirk, Possessive Spock (Star Trek), Insecure James T. Kirk, Insecure Spock (Star Trek), Romance, Longing, kirk/spock - Freeform Summary:

What must Spock be going through, after all that on Vulcan? Their forced contest apart, he’d been rejected, in front of so many witnesses, by his haughty long-time betrothed. Even if a fellow wasn’t in love with a spouse, that would be hard to assimilate. Humiliating. And what about all that sexual tension built up over such a long time? Had it really been expended by their battle? Was Spock truly rid of his unsatiated need?

If Spock had been anybody else Kirk could have approached him and coaxed him into confidence—except, if he was anybody else among Kirk’s friends, he would not be a half-human Vulcan in the aftermath of a broken pon farr. Kirk imagined going to him, making some rational argument for why they needed, freely, frankly, privately, to discuss what they’d been through.

Talk about ... he winced at his own jargon ... possible next steps.

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twink-gods-and-olive-oil · 11 months

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I still remember the day I first watched Star Trek and I thought, "Wow, Kirk and Spock would make a really good couple, I wonder if there's anyone who ships them," and then I looked up 'Kirk and Spock' on the Internet and the first thing that came up was the fucking Wikipedia article about the history of slash fiction and that it was Kirk and Spock who invented modern fandom.

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sp0o0kylights · 4 months

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Give meee: an Eddie who went into a small little bookshop on an Indie trip and stumbled across an in person fandom meeting.

It's mostly Star Trek, and also mostly women, but the stories they have are nothing like Eddie's ever read.

He's barely a teenager, and already protective of himself and his real identity--but everything he's ever wanted is written down, right here, on a little zine with Kirk and Spock doodled on the cover.

They’re not--it’s not obvious, that they’re what he is, but the story itself is blatant and Eddie ends up being so obviously close to tears, he accidentally outs himself without ever saying a word.

(He also ends up on the mailing list, then being sent home with several hand printed copies of all kinds of zines.)

Eddie would remain on this list well past his third senior year in high school.

Past bats, and Vecna and Steve fucking Harrington.

Flash forward to his first apartment.The tiny one he shares with Steve when they followed Nancy and Robin to college.

Steve knows Eddie’s gay.

Or rather, Steve has been told, but Eddie's still pretty clammed up about it. He's not yet where Robin is, ready to bemoan her loveless existence while draped over their crappy, thrifted couch.

He makes jokes and he flirts and he absolutely says things he shouldn't, but none of it is real.

It's flash. Showmanship.

It's the persona that yes, is him, but Eddie consciously built it. There’s nothing soft or gooey there, nothing anyone can use to hurt him.

So when he comes home and sees that plain, padded envelope with the neatly printed label on the counter, torn wide open and flat without its contents?

Eddie panics.

His heart thunders in his chest, vision tunneling as adrenaline kicks through him.

He wants to bolt-- should bolt--except ever since he almost died his brain no longer obeys him.

Not when it comes to running, anyway.

Instead it fights him to a standstill, freezing his feet right to the living room floor.

The urge is still there.

To run, and save face the cowards way.

Vanish before Steve could get at a part of him that had once kept Eddie out of Wayne’s trailer for two days, until the old man had hunted him down and made him come home, huffing about how he’d love Eddie no matter what but he better never disappear like that again.

(Which Eddie did anyway, and of everything that happened with Vecna, it’s that he regrets the most. The stories he heard of Wayne putting up posters. Squaring off with angry, too-righteous townies, and--)

A sniffle jerks him out of his thoughts.

Eddie gasps, entirely unsure of when he stopped breathing. Stumbles back and turns, right in time for Steve to come out of his room and amble down their hallway.

One hand rubs at his eyes, and the other is--the other has…

Eddie identifies the cheaply printed, stapled zine immediately. It's one he's wanted to read for a while now, solely because it features a story about Kirk and Spock being stuck in a cave together on a planet that has bat-like, vicious animals on it.

Kirk gets bitten after something goes wrong with the transporter and, look, it’s carthiatic okay!? Sue a guy for wanting to read a romance about a situation he identifies with!

Steve looks up from the zine and startles.

For a second his eyes go dark and flat, the same way Eddies and Robins and Nancy's and everyone's does when caught off guard.

It's gone in a flash though, Steve visibly relaxing when he clocks that it's just Eddie.

He keeps the zine pressed to his sweater clad chest, and huffs out a laugh that's half forced and half pure relief.

“Fuck Eds, you scared me! I didn’t know you could be quiet.”

“Uh huh.” Eddie manages, voice sounding totally and absolutely normal and not at all ten octaves higher than it usually is.

They stare at each other for a second. Long enough that Steve's eyebrows crinkle in the middle, which is the first hint that he’s beginning to worry, and Eddie really cannot handle Steve being worried right now.

“What's--” Eddie’s voice cracks and he coughs to recover. “what's that?”

Steve frowns at him for a moment, until Eddie gestures at the zine in his hands.

“Oh!”

Steve holds it up, as if to show it off.

“It's a little book Robin got in the mail. It has a bunch of stories in it. They're normally boring as fuck but this one's from Star Trek.”

Hearing the words ‘Star Trek’ out of Steve’s mouth shouldn’t be weird, not anymore, when Eddie and Dustin have been on a two man mission to nerdify Harrington as much as possible, but it still kicks like a mule to hear him say such things without any prompting.

“You know what Star Trek is?”

“Eddie,” Steve tuts, tongue clicking in his mouth. “everyone knows what Star Trek is. It’s nerd shit, but like, old nerd shit. My grandparents used to watch it when I stayed over. This?”

He shakes the zine, so hard Eddie wants to snatch it away from him.

“This isn't nerd shit. This is excellent.”

Steve gives the zine an appreciative glance and hell, maybe Eddie accidentally walked into another dimension.

He’s been trying to get Steve to read more, rediscover the joys of books the public school system does its best to destroy, but until now Steve hasn’t really taken to it.

Enjoys when Eddie reads aloud sometimes, and has started to bug Robin to do it for him too, but otherwise?

Eddie’s nerve seen him with anything that had the written word on it that wasn’t a cooking or car related magazine.

“Honestly,” Steve’s saying, “I think Robs fucked up, this isn't her style at all. She’s gonna be pissed.”

He eyes the thing appreciatively, like the gift it is.

“I'm stealing it the second she figures that out.” He adds decisively.

“You like it?” Eddie asks.

“Mmm.”

“Even though it's--it's got…Kirk…”

Steve's frowning at him again. “What?”

“It's queer man. It's really queer.”

Steve peers at him, the crinkle back in his eyebrows.

“I know. Wait, how do you--”

And well. It’s now or never.

“It's mine.” Eddie says in a rush.

“No it's not.” Steve scoffs, and okay, maybe this is a dream. Eddie pinched himself twice already, but perhaps a third time would wake him up?

(It does not.)

“it was even addressed to Robin. Well,” Steve has one hand on a hip now, his default position when arguing, “Robbie, but she goes by that sometimes.”

Which Robin does, but not in the fucking mail.

Without a word, Eddie turns and goes for the envelope the zine came in.

Steve follows, invading Eddie’s space to peer over his shoulder (and that’s Eddie’s fault too, that closeness, but he didn’t think it would be turned on him in a moment like this--)

There's a sticker on the envelope’s label.

It’s barely hanging on, half of it curled into the air. Round and yellow, with little black lines, it becomes immediately obvious that one of Robin's smiley face stickers has migrated again.

They're all over the apartment. Remnants of a phase she went through after she stole a roll of them from her and Steve’s job at a local toy store.

This one had clearly jumped ship from its original spot (likely on the ceiling somewhere), and was now firmly over the E in Eddie's name.

‘Ddie’ still isn't exactly ‘Obbie’ but--

Steve leans around, snatching the envelope up and bringing it close to his face.

Far too close, like he can't read it, eyes squinting as he examines the label--and suddenly Eddie knows exactly what happened.

He laughs, an explosion of noise that's half hysterical and half disbelief.

Steve looks at him.

“What?”

“Oh my God,” Eddie says, one finger jabbing in the air in the vague direction of Steve’s nose. “I told you you needed glasses!”

“I do not!” Steve protests immediately, but his eyes are darting around the envelope.

He’s scrambling to figure out what Eddie’s seeing, trying desperately to find a hole that can prove himself right.

Eddie decides to help him, by plucking the smiley sticker off the envelope.

“See?” He jeers, and shit okay, maybe his life isn’t over just yet. “It says Eddie, not Robbie!”

“You guys have got to start using your government names for this shit.” Steve bitches, but it’s weak.

Eddie feels a grin coming on, and lets it overtake his face.

“So...Kirk and Spock huh?”

“They’re cute.” Steve defends instantly, before sighing his defeat and tossing the envelope on the table.

The zine he keeps in his hands.

Eddie crosses his arms and leans against their rickety table. “Even though they’re both guys?”

“I thought we were past this!” Steve whines. “I went to a gay bar with Robin last weekend!”

Which is news to Eddie.

“You didn’t invite me?” He gasps, feigning hurt by putting a hand over his heart.

Truthfully he still hasn’t fully recovered--is play acting himself, almost, but is rapidly coming around to the idea of Steve appreciating queer fanfiction.

“We did!” Steve rolls his eyes so dramatically his whole head moves. “We absolutely did, You said,”

Here Steve’s voice pitches into a mockery of Eddie’s that he will not give him points for, even if it is a little hilarious, “Me? At some loser bar? Fuck no, I’ve got a campaign to write. Starbuck, don’t you have homework?”

“I didn’t know that was a gay bar!”

“You did! Robin told you!”

“Okay well, I wasn’t listening!”

“Clearly. I keep telling you we need a fucking--system or, I don’t know, a code word or something!”

“Yeah well, when you wanna make us a safe word for conversations, big boy, you let me know.”

They’re both laughing a little now, this argument veering into familiar territory, with Eddie not really listening and Steve mocking him for it later. (As well as vice versa, with startling regularity.)

“You really like it though?” Eddie says after the laughter winds down, gesturing to the zine still clutched in Steve’s hand.

“Yeah.” Steve confirms, easy as he’s said anything else. Like this isn’t embarrassing, or almost worse than the time Wayne found Eddie’s porno mags and alphabetized them as a joke.

“It's part of a mail tree. I’m supposed to send it on to the next person when I’m done with it. I make copies though,” Eddie rushes to add, because Steve is now clutching the little booklet to his chest in horror, as if Eddie was about to rip it out of his hands. “If you like I’ll show you my other ones?”

Steve eases his grip, giving Eddie the little smile he makes that makes his stomach flip.

“That’d be cool.”

(Later, Steve pokes at Eddie’s thigh from where they’re both sprawled on Eddie’s bed, Steve having switched the new zine out for one of Eddie’s copies. “Are you going to laugh at me if I ask you to read some of these aloud?”

“Only if you don’t laugh when I ask you to take me to that gay bar.”

“Deal, but on the grounds you’re barred from making fun of my flirting attempts. Robin doing it was bad enough.”

“Well you deserve it if you’re hitting on women at a gay bar, Stevie.”

“I wasn't hitting on women you asshole.” Steve says and oh.

Oh.

Eddie feels the floor drop out from under him for the second time that day.

At least this time it’s not fear that thunders through him, but possibility.)

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“That might have been overkill,” Jim said into the silence that followed. “Perhaps slightly unnecessary,” Spock agreed.

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Sharing the Sunlight Fanzine & Novel | Drawings by Chris Soto, 1992

Entire work available to read here!

Editorial note from author Jenna Sinclair:

"I have been in love with the Star Trek universe and its characters for twenty-five years now. I wrote my first 'novella' in the seventh grade. Over the years I wrote sporadically, mostly in my head, never, ever satisfied, knowing that there was an elusive 'something' I was unable to grasp. But then I discovered K/S! Unbelievably, it took me a good twenty-three and a half years to do it! I felt as if I had been working on a puzzle all that time, and finally the pieces flew naturally into place. Like just about everybody else, I became obsessed. In six months, I read about 200 zines (yes, I was broke and suffering from eyestrain), and then I sat down to write an established relationship short story, as a way of saying 'thank you' to all the K/S authors, artists, and editors who had given me so much pleasure. That story refused to be written, and this first time novel came flowing from my pen instead. The first 120 pages were composed on a 25 year old typewriter which lacked a 'k,' a '/', and a '-'. You try writing a novel with Kirk, Spock, and other fairly essential words without a 'k'!"

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Chapter Update: Of Stars and Plebes

Of Stars and Plebes: Chapter 15 -- “I Gave Up McDonalds Fries for Him.”

I’ve just added a new chapter to my fic “Of Stars and Plebes”. [Read from the beginning]

Chapter 15 teaser:

“Has it even occurred to you yet to possibly ask me why I may have missed the class?” Jim was wearing an expression that was equal parts fierce and hurt, and it abruptly deflated the edge of frustration Spock had previously felt mounting. It dawned on him that no, he hadn’t bothered to ask – or even considered it. “That I might have a valid reason?”

“I confess, I had not considered it.”

“Of course you hadn’t.” Jim flashed a heated glare with thistle eyes. “You assumed that I was being flippant without providing me an opportunity to discuss what transpired earlier, impacting my attendance. But I’m a fallible human after all, aren’t I?”

“Jim . . .”

“Don’t behave as if that isn’t at the root of this,” Kirk pressed. “Your mistrust of me today stems from my – from our –” Jim took note of the brief flinch that ghosted Spock’s features for a moment “human blood.” The pair stood staring at each other for an intense beat. “Is that what this is about, Spock? That you haven’t learned to trust me completely yet due to my humanity? Or was it that I embarrassed you?”

Spock seemed briefly ruffled by Jim's outburst before he composed himself. He was now beginning to comprehend the whispers along the Starfleet halls about Jim's demeanor in classes, once aptly described as "think or sink". He was certainly feeling that now.

“If you want to affix a human emotion to the situation . . .”

“Well, here it is. You are aware of what happened yesterday with McCoy. If you'd have seen him this morning, you would understand." Jim said this softly, and Spock felt the tension in his back starting to give. He had wondered how the doctor had fared . . . "One of my closest friends really needed help. I was there for him. And I’ll talk with Vaidya about why I was absent face to face, as I recognize that writing may be perceived as lacking in sentiment. However, Mr. Spock . . . " Jim's stance switched from leisurely to assertive. He pointed at the Vulcan determinedly.

"You have no right to tell me what my priorities should be, and don’t you get to thinking that you can.” Jim said sharply, and Spock felt – was that a thrill of excitement? A heat coiling in his abdomen and chest, a powerful resistance of an urge to smile and reveal how Jim’s fierce will both impressed and amused him.

It also did things to him in a way that he knew he likely should not be feeling for a friend.

As Jim ranted, Spock was reminded of his own human mother gesticulating and taking a stance against his stubborn father on some matter. She had no trouble speaking her mind, and it seemed Jim was no different. He was cracking off a piece of the Vulcan effortlessly, and yet Spock found himself strangely comforted by the familiarity of it.

He was . . . beginning to feel the human side of himself expanding within, growing, learning, adapting. It was a part of his garden previously left unattended -- his human half was wilted, uncared for.

Jim had come along and sprung life into something Spock had presumed dead. Worse, something living yet so vile to those of his home planet that he hid it like some forbidden, filthy thing.

He hated how the people of his home planet talked about his father, his mother. He hated how they talked about him, his feelings, and the human blood that coursed through his veins . . .

Yet here Jim was, shaking up his equilibrium, appealing to the humanity inside of him despite himself. He felt.

“. . . And I was going to ask you to come to Iowa with me for Thanksgiving break. We have a lot of work to do on the assignment for Vaidya's class. A lot." Spock snapped back to the here and now, riveted by this curious new development. Thanksgiving break? Iowa? Spock wended on the words as Jim ranted animatedly before him, arms punctuating his words:

"But now I’m annoyed with you, and questioning the sanity of bringing you for any length of time on a vacation, among my human loved ones. Or is that such a dirty word to you?” Jim gave Spock a sidelong glance full of sass, fists on his hips in defiance, and Spock pressed his lips together to resist an urge to laugh at the spite and gall of the smaller human before him. Even when distinctly annoyed, Jim was still ridiculously handsome.

“Am I to understand that you have just simultaneously lectured me, insulted me, and invited me to a holiday dinner event with your family?”

They looked at each other in silence for a few beats of time, Jim blinking at the Vulcan in a long-suffering manner before replying pointedly:

“Did I stutter?”

Read all of Chapter 15 of “Of Stars and Plebes” here

Start from Chapter 1 here

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💛💙SPIRK FIC REC - MY FAVOURITES💙💛

As a follow up to my recent post about how few fics make it to my favourites list, and how special they are to achieve that distinction, I decided to share my current list.

I’ve shared some of these individually in the past but here you’ll have them all together.

If you've read any of these already then I'd love to hear your thoughts on whether you loved them as much as I did! 🥰

(NB: these are not listed in any order of preference. Mostly it’s the reverse order in which I read them)

Leave No Soul Behind by whochick Words: 258,951

AOS, AU Canon-Divergence. Spock, Kirk and the other valiant members of the Emergency Personnel Ambulance Service fight to save lives and turn the tide of the ongoing war against Nero and his fleet before it’s too late. Such a beautiful slow burn for Spock and Kirk.

Atlas by distractedKat Words: 135,529

AOS. Follow on from 2009, Kirk, Spock and the rest deal with the aftermath of Nero’s attack and rebuilding after the decimation of the ‘Fleet and Academy. An exciting tale with twists and turns involving black ops, bad-mirals, action, love and fierce loyalty.

The Lotus Eaters by aldora89 Words: 93,594

AOS. Stranded on a planet together, with multiple dangers and very little hope of rescue, Jim and Spock have no choice but to rely on each other to survive. Spectacular plot, amazing world building, fabulous original character and an epic slow burn Spirk love story!

With Your Feet on the Air and Your Head on the Ground by flippyspoon Words: 39,188 @flippyspoon

SNW. A phenomenal Spirk fic in which Kirk is stuck in Spock's mind while the crew work to find a way to retrieve his body. A wonderful getting to know you/falling for you hard tale. Wonderfully written and highly entertaining.

Evolution by Rhaegal (RhaegalKS) Words: 149,293

AOS. Covering the first year of their 5 year mission, this is totally flawless. The character voices are perfection, the prose spectacular. The whole thing plays like an AOS movie. It’s phenomenal.

Emotions by LadyRa Words: 35,569

TOS. Spock gets drugged on a shore leave and is overwhelmed with its effects. Kirk tries to pick up the pieces. A beautiful, and wonderfully grounded, story of realising how much they mean to each other.

And When the Bond Breaks by LadyRa Words: 24,631

TOS. Spock takes out a shuttle to investigate an anomaly and returns to an Enterprise that’s not his own. Time travel shenanigans with such emotional depth that it will traumatise you in the best way. Stunningly good!

All Our Tomorrows Come Today by flippyspoon Words: 18,156 @flippyspoon

SNW. A newly introduced Jim and Spock accidentally get a glimpse into the future and see what they’re going to be to each other (a.k.a. Spirk’s Greatest Hits). A stunningly told story about finding the great love of your life.

I Won't Make That Mistake Again by Moreta1848 Words: 69,402 @jennelikejennay

SNW/TOS. An epic story detailing Spock and Kirk’s love throughout their lives, beginning from their meeting on Pike’s Enterprise (SNW) and continuing on to an eventual Generations fix-it happy ending. Wonderful!

No Going Back, No Before by spirkme Words: 78,486 @spirkme915

SNW/TOS. Timeline shenanigans, spies, twists & turns, pining, angst, sacrifice and so so much love!

The 1,000 Hour Sleep by spqr Words: 27,227

SNW. Jim’s been infected with a pathogen that means he can’t sleep, but it he doesn’t he’ll die. Cue Spock and his Vulcan telepathy helping Jim to achieve the sleep he needs, while they get to know each other within their shared mindscapes. A sweet and exciting story about falling in love and overcoming your own inner demons.

First Best Destiny by Ophelia_j Words: 387,733

TOS/TNG. Such a very special fic. Epic in its scope, it covers the entire timeline of Spirk from their very first meeting through to a clever and satisfying Generations fix-it ending. It provides extra scenes, additional dialogue and internal monologues to expand on existing canon in a really compelling and effective way. Truly this is my new TOS canon.

The Steadfastness of Stars by itsnatalie Words: 61,566

AOS. After Beyond, The crew investigate sudden climate change on a frozen planet and find more than they bargained for. The perfect mix of great plot, fun original characters, action, mystery, world building and deep deep love.

Let Forever Be by gunstreet Words: 43,446 @gunstreet

TOS. A really compelling character study of James T. Kirk. An excellent companion piece to City on the Edge of Forever. Exploring what Jim and Spock got up to, and all they had to overcome, while trying to find Bones and their way back home.

Time After Time by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) Words: 138,921

SNW. Kirk spends a 6 month rotation on the Enterprise as part of his command training. OK, if there’s a favourite of my favourites then this may be it. It’s such a stunning version of their love story, with a beautifully constructed plot. It runs the emotional gamut from moments that will have you laughing out loud to moments that will have you in floods of tears.

milk and honey by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) Words: 28,651

SNW. Kirk and Spock meet for the first time when they wake up in a prison cell together. A really fun, and extremely clever, version of the ‘aliens made them do it’ trope. It’s intriguing and funny with a real depth of feeling throughout.

The Promised Land by gunstreet Words: 58,260 @gunstreet

TOS. A story that explores the time Jim and Spock spent apart between the end of the 5 year mission and TMP. It’s a beautiful story of reunion and renewal of love. Sometimes achingly sad, but it’s worth it for the happy ending.

Again, if you've read any of these already then I'd love to hear your thoughts on whether you loved them as much as I did! 🥰

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