A Piece of Something Beginning with 'A'
Spock was happy to be
in normal clothing again after the Enterprise's...interesting foray
into the society of Sigma Iotia II. Their culture was fascinating, yes,
but he considered himself well out of it, and hoped that by now his
bondmate would have ceased speaking with that ridiculous affectation he
had picked up from the natives.
Jim's message to meet him for dinner, he entered his code on the keypad
outside the door of the Captain's quarters, only to find that the door
was under privacy lock. He smiled inwardly, knowing this could only
mean one thing. The last time he had found this door privacy-locked,
he'd entered to find Jim naked on the bed and surrounded by
strawberries. The door could only be opened on the voice authorization
of two people other than the Captain: himself and Dr. McCoy, the latter
being in case of a medical emergency.
He looked down
the corridor, making sure no one was around. "Computer, disengage
privacy lock. Authorization Lieutenant Commander Spock."
disengaged," the computer responded.
The door opened
and Spock stepped inside, only to find himself staring down the barrel
of a tommy gun. At the other end of it was Jim, once again dressed in
his gangster suit, complete with fedora. His first instinct was to
raise his hands in a gesture of surrender.
Spock." Yes, he was still using the accent.
along, having a good idea of what it was Jim wanted. "I will offer no
"That's what I
like to hear." Jim lowered the gun from Spock's face. "Now strip," he
said, gesturing to Spock's clothes with the weapon.
removing his uniform slowly, never breaking eye contact. Jim had that
wild, dangerous look in his eyes that he got at times like this. He
trailed the gun down Spock's naked body, eyeing him appreciatively and
licking his lips. Spock shivered at the cold metal.
Jim shoved the
gun into his chest. "On the bed."
Spock sat down
on the bed.
his growing arousal now very obvious.
Jim moved onto
the bed, straddling Spock's legs, and shoving the tip of the gun into
his mouth. He smiled devilishly at Spock's muffled protest. "Now touch
He obeyed, his
gaze fixed on the bulge in Jim's pinstriped slacks. He reached up to
touch it, but his hand was slapped away. "Am I going to have to tie you
Spock shook his
head, his teeth rattling painfully against the metal in his mouth.
going," Jim said, "and you just think about how much you want it to be
me doing that to you, how badly you want me to turn you over and fuck
Jim slipped an
image of this very suggestion to him through his mental shields, which
up to this point had been ironclad. Spock moaned and pumped his fist
faster. He tried to inform Jim of the truth of the statement, but it
came out as "Mmmpf."
Jim pulled the
gun, now wet with saliva, out of his mouth and pushed it inside him. At
the same time, he let another thought slip and Spock felt the magnitude
of Jim's arousal. Jim was so hard it was painful. He moved the gun in
and out, jamming it against Spock's prostate. Spock came with a
strangled cry, the sticky liquid landing on Jim's pants. He wondered if
this would be the end of the game.
whatcha gone and done," Jim said, still using the accent.
No, the game was
The gun was
pulled out of him and was now pointing at his face again. "Say you're
Now lick it off."
Spock moved as
though he were about to, but instead grabbed Jim's arms, and had him
pinned on his back in one swift motion. Now Spock was the one holding
He narrowed his
Note: The line
of Hy's that inspired me, of course, was "Once I walked into his office
and he cocked an antique gun at me and forced me to strip." If only I
had used that plot-bunny for good instead of evil...