A
Need from the Beginning
Title: A Need from the
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The Since
his visits to Earth always started off here at the Federation capital,
and it
was such a charming and cosmopolitan city with generally everything one
could
want for shore leave, he often failed to go elsewhere on the shorter ‘vacations’ allowed.
On the few-and-far-between longer stops, at
least he had more reason to go to Sarek
and Amanda often resided in He
was reconsidering visiting with the renewed family, just as his First
had
stopped even asking him to join them. Amanda
had begun to give Kirk a wistful, almost hurt, look
when they
bumped into each other elsewhere. Even
Sarek had looked at him with what seemed a bit of sadness and
befuddlement, as
if trying to understand what he could have done to scare Kirk away,
though his
imposing figure had been part of Kirk’s rationalization of avoidance to
begin
with. He would have to approach Spock
and rebuild that bridge. He started to
feel as if he had hurt all three now. He
was escorted promptly to Ambassador/Councilor Sarek’s foreboding
Federation
office. It was huge, with a staggering
view that rivaled the Federation president’s the one time Kirk had seen
it, and
bespoke this Vulcan’s power in the Federation. Whenever
he’d seen a vid of the president’s office during
important
events and announcements, he had noticed Sarek almost always sat in a
chair
behind and to the right of the president. He
had also noticed that the two referred to each other by
their given
names, except when in formal meetings or in confrontation with one
another. As
Kirk was escorted in, aides and secretaries that had bustled and bowed
were
sent away with barely a glance, leaving the cavernous office silent. He realized that the office had to be
soundproofed for security reasons, but had not expected such utter
stillness –
not even the ticking of an antique clock or soothing flow and slight
splash of
water from the commonplace hydro-sculptures that seemed to overrun
every
office. He was tempted to drop something
feather-light to see if he could hear its impact upon the
polished-stone
floor. Sarek
stepped in from a side door that appeared to lead to another office. “I appreciate your coming,” Sarek said. His cadence was almost perfunctory, yet there
seemed a bit of warmth under the tightness of his voice. Kirk
was surprised. From the stern tone of
the ‘request’ he had assumed it had been an order.
But he gave Sarek only a calm expression.
“It is good to see you again, sir.” Sarek
raised an eyebrow, the Vulcan equivalent of surprise.
“Is it, Captain?” He turned
toward the window suddenly, his
back to Kirk. Kirk
hoped it was a rhetorical question. He
had always respected and admired this ambassador long before he
realized who
his son was. He had thought the Vulcan
had the mettle and determination to take on anyone, and the savvy
intelligence
and courage to succeed. But the journey
to Babel had set them on a collision course, and he couldn’t help but
view
Sarek as someone to be careful of – a sometimes ruthlessly-strict
father
crossed with a vengeful Klingon fleet out to destroy the sometimes
errant young
captain. Kirk
squelched a grin; he still couldn’t help but like the man for the good
he’d
done, but he was a bulldozer you didn’t stand in the way of. And Kirk’s friendship with his son had
immediately made the captain feel vulnerable. He
couldn’t help but feel that Sarek held the strings to
their futures
with scissors poised to snip them should he find some logical reason. “Is
my son on his way to his mother?” Sarek asked quietly, with warmth that
startled Kirk. “Yes,”
Kirk replied, feeling anxious now. An
ominous feeling started to press upon his lungs. He
felt each breath – its length and depth --
which distracted him momentarily before the fear set in.
Was Sarek ill again? Or was
Amanda already starting to decline so
soon? Something unpleasant seemed to be
pressing upon them. “That
is for the best,” Sarek said, his tone resigned, almost dull. “It would not do to have him hear what I have
to say.” Kirk
felt anger that the father would assume he would necessarily keep
something
from the son. He steeled himself for the
wrath, because he couldn’t help but respond out of loyalty to his
closest
friend. “I do not practice duplicity
with him.” The anger thrummed in his
tone, and the implied reference to Sarek’s withholding his early heart
attacks
from his wife was clear. Sarek
turned and looked at Kirk in obvious surprise, his eyebrows almost
reaching his
bangs. He stepped toward Kirk with an
unreadable expression. Kirk forced
himself to hold his ground and let the anger drain until his expression
turned
cold; his body tightened with anxiety and readiness. Sarek’s
expression turned almost wistful. “Captain,
I intended no such duplicity, nor insult…” he
paused
uncharacteristically. “This is difficult
for me…” Kirk
felt shock that Sarek would admit to any difficulty.
His anger transmuted into concern. “Sir, are
you well?” Sarek
glanced back again quickly, then away, but Kirk swore he saw the
ambassador’s
eyes crinkle as if from a smile. “Too
well it would seem.” Kirk
never cared for Sarek’s tendency toward almost mocking ambiguity,
though this
felt more self-deprecating, so Kirk stifled his irritation and
impatience and
allowed Sarek his struggle. Sarek
turned and stared Kirk in the eye. “I am
glad you still have your fire, Captain. You
will need it. If you
derive
nothing else from this meeting, let it be that I wish for you always to
tell me
what you think. Sometimes I benefit
greatly from what you might characterize as ‘insubordination.’” Sarek sighed. “Sometimes
I need to hear what I’d rather not listen to
and…there are
few who will try.” Kirk’s
eyebrows lifted again at this insight. Sarek
respected his opinion enough to forgo the usual
deference expected
toward him. At least from Kirk. “I am honored, sir.” “I
think you hold me in too high regard,” Sarek said.
“I had thought the journey to Kirk
was concerned; it seemed as if Sarek was procrastinating, something he
could
never imagine of this man. He decided to
give him a gentle push. “I think I have
diverted you from the issue we were to speak of, sir.” Sarek
nodded. “Forgive my reticence.” He paused yet again, so long that Kirk was
wondering if he would speak at all until Kirk would have to ask. “It is something Vulcans do not speak of,
Captain…” Sarek said quietly. Kirk
was amused as well as suddenly anxious. He
had heard that before, in regard to a matter
that was
disconcerting enough with this man’s son. “One
of many things,” Kirk joked. But the humor
fell flat, squelched by the tightness of his
voice. This man was the last he would want
to
discuss sex with. And what did it have
to do with him? This thought sent a
shiver through him. Speaking to this man
caused him such anxiety, even the thought of anything more… No certainly not. He
could not be thinking of… Sarek
was watching him with the trademark glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Yes, this certainly will not be the most
comfortable of conversations.” Sarek made a joke? Kirk
own eyebrows rose at that and he felt
suddenly
more at ease as he realized that no matter how uncomfortable he
was,
Sarek had to feel as if skewered on a spit above flaming coals. He realized that he might just be able to
handle this better, to help the ambassador through whatever he had to
say. Sarek
still stood stiffly by his desk, though his face had softened. Kirk still stood at the edge of the inner
sanctum of the office, as if ready to bolt. For
once, Sarek seemed less than competent to ease
tensions. He
started to remember Sarek’s earlier references to his son, and started
to feel
fear grip him. “Spock…is not…” He couldn’t finish the question about pon farr in front of Spock’s own father,
but could at least keep the raging blush from his face, thankfully. Sarek’s
reaction was dramatic. Kirk saw a moment
of fear, almost panic, as his head whipped around, his searching eyes
spearing
Kirk’s. “No!”
Kirk countered himself. “I would have
noticed. He seemed quite relaxed.” But from Sarek’s reaction, in fact the
regular emotional slips he was seeing just in the last minutes, he
started to
wonder about the elder Vulcan. He was
usually not so easily read, except perhaps for his anger and his
adoration of
his wife. But how would Sarek’s Time
affect Kirk? Amanda was just on the
other side of the city. Kirk’s intense
gaze was an obvious question as he looked more closely at Sarek. Sarek
met that question. “No, neither
myself. But your mind has intuited the
area…of concern… at least.” He would
swear he saw the slightest blush. So
it had something to do with Sarek, and something to do with sex, and
something
to do with himself… Kirk felt his mouth
go dry. “How about a drink?” he asked. “How
about a double?” Sarek deadpanned. Another joke from
Sarek! Kirk would have been
delighted if the thought of why
Sarek was joking didn’t unnerve him so. Like
humans, he wondered if Vulcans joked to relieve
tension during
uncomfortable situations. He had the
feeling that this meeting would only get more uncomfortable. They
sat, and finished their first doubles. Kirk
was amazed to see Sarek drinking also, and he had
poured himself a
hefty saya, a Vulcan intoxicant that rivaled Kirk’s brandy in
affect on
a Vulcan system. Sarek
took a breath. “Have you heard of ‘The
Way of the Warrior’”? Kirk
almost swallowed his brandy down his windpipe. He
knew the vague reference used in lewd jokes about ships
that carried
only men in the early days of warring. In
fact, the reference went back to the days of the Roman
and Greek
empires, likely earlier. There being no women on the battlefields, the
men
turned to each other for their carnal needs. He
had heard that there was even the affect of habituation to limited
resources,
as such on ships the size of the Hell,
he’d even checked out Spock every now and then, just for curiosity’s
and
variety’s sake. Something he was less
likely to have done if there were unlimited females, he believed. He had not pursued the possibility, though he
had not decided against it either. He had,
in fact, put it on the back burner due to the pressures of keeping up
appearances rather than any judgments, and of course, the fear of
risking their
friendship and destroying such a successful command team had been a
strong
consideration. His
mind started to wander through his minimal research of Vulcans and his
memories
of reading about their many thousands of years of warring.
They had been warriors far longer than they
had found peace. Many called their
peaceful state a thin veneer on an exceedingly violent race. Their adversaries had argued that trusting
them so implicitly was like taking the stripes of a Bengal tiger and
expecting
it then to ‘play nice’. It was an
argument that set you to thinking. Had
the Vulcans found a stable solution to their race’s extinction? Or only a respite? He
shook the depressing theories from his
head – it would not change that people’s fate. Some
of the historical recounts of Vulcan savagery had made him almost
physically
ill to the point that he had to stop reading at times, not a common
experience
for a military man. His mind started to
combine that with the Darwinian Theory of survival of the fittest and
the
affects of pon farr. Vulcans
who practiced ‘The Way of the
Warrior’ would have stood a much stronger chance of survival, those
males able
to sate their needs with either gender would have a far superior chance
at
survival, likely leading to a race of…” He
did blush now, at the realization. He
looked up at Sarek. Sarek
must have somehow gleaned his conclusion. “Approximately
87.3% of Vulcans are bisexual," Sarek
stated calmly. Kirk
first felt shock, then asked, bemused, “Approximately?”
He had never known Sarek to estimate. Now
Sarek looked amused, but only for a moment. “That
rate changes with every birth or death, and one’s
orientation,
especially a Vulcan’s, is a private matter. Exactitude
would be only momentary and ever-changing, if
one could
establish the orientation of every sexually-mature Vulcan.” Kirk
smiled in realization. “Of course.” He looked back at Sarek terribly curious, but
couldn’t ask the next question. He
would swear Sarek very nearly smiled this time, “Yes, I am bisexual. Much to my wife’s chagrin.
She has said that I would be the last being
she would have guessed ‘went both ways’.” Kirk
almost spit the last of the brandy he had downed, and couldn’t contain
his
laughter at that. He immediately
understood exactly what Amanda had meant, and that made it even funnier. Sarek was as male as they came.
Kirk couldn’t help thinking of him as a
marauding bull on steroids at times. He
laughed again before he could contain his mirth. He
couldn’t believe he was drinking doubles
and laughing unabashedly with Sarek in his office.
But Sarek only looked more relaxed and almost
appreciative of Kirk’s humanness at the moment. “It
is good that I can at least humor you now.” Sarek
stood and retrieved the two bottles of liquor,
setting the brandy
next to Kirk and the saya next to his own and poured himself
another
double. “The sense of humor might provide a salve for what I need to
ask of
you.” Kirk
agreed, and decided that now would be a good time for such, or perhaps
to
distract himself from the fear of why Sarek thought they might need
more drink
as well as a sense of humor. “What would
the president think should he happen by?” He
knew they shared a long balcony and often talked shop
seated outside. He had decided that they
likely wandered back
and forth between offices since the door to it was wide open and he
remembered
seeing that the president’s was also open. Many
of the pronouncements from the president, in fact,
were called
“decisions from the balcony,” implying Sarek’s hand in many of them. “He
won’t…and he would understand.” Kirk
nearly froze at that. Even the president
knew what Sarek had yet to tell him. But
Sarek then looked to the floor, as Spock would do when he couldn’t look
someone
in the eye. “I don’t know what you’ve
heard of Vulcan sexual practices, other than your familiarity with pon farr?” His question was
tentative, almost anxious. Kirk
looked to the floor as he also poured himself another double. “This should be my last. I
have yet to check in…” Kirk left off the somewhere, subtly implying he had somewhere to stay so
that it
wouldn’t sound as if he were hinting at spending his vacation with
Spock and
his parents. After what he had heard so far, he wasn’t sure he wanted
to. “I
would be gratified if you would reconsider staying at the embassy.” Sarek said it rather quietly, as if awaiting
Kirk’s refusal. “Perhaps
after this meeting, we might feel differently,” Kirk said a bit
defensively. “No
matter what your decision, I wish you to stay at the embassy. Your company would be appreciated…by all.” Kirk
swallowed, a little confused by Sarek’s graciousness in light of the
strangeness and discomfort of the meeting. “Perhaps
I should fill in some of the blanks before you commit, but you should
feel
free, always, to change your mind, on either matter.” Sarek cleared his throat, seeming
uncharacteristically nervous. “If you
wanted to gain more of the upper hand, as they say, with me and…get to
know me
better…this would certainly provide ample opportunity.”
Now he would swear that Sarek had blushed, though
faintly. His eyes did not meet Kirk’s. Kirk
was very intrigued by the sound of that. It
almost sounded as if…no surely not. God,
what if Sarek were alluding to a sexual liaison. But
why? Kirk couldn’t help but look Sarek
over discreetly. He was very attractive,
for a male that is,
and Kirk felt his groin warming at the vague possibility.
But with Sarek’s cup filled to overflowing in
attractive attributes with his looks, power, prestige, brilliance, and
wealth,
he could have almost anyone that would consider a male, and probably
many who
hadn’t, but recognized the unusual opportunity to fulfill their
curiosity at…he
cleared that thought. “Vulcan
sexuality involves as much mentally…as physically…” Sarek began. Kirk
sighed. He knew that much from learning
about bonding and seeing the effects between bonded partners. He had been fascinated by the idea of that
mental connection during sex, the incredible sharing it must entail, to
consider seducing an unbonded Vulcan. But
they were uncommon and rarely left Vulcan anyway. And
Vulcans did not partake of casual
dalliances, did they? Of
course, their curiosity drew them into more trouble than anything else,
and
their planet allowed little experimentation and investigation. He could imagine that more than a few might
wander toward further reaches and other species to quell such
inquisitiveness
with frowned upon, if not, disallowed activities. He
had often heard boasts from those that claimed to have laid a Vulcan,
usually a
male as they were viewed as the most difficult to garner, with their
biology
necessitating a committed relationship. He
had met a few Vulcan females that had ventured from
tradition after
losing a bondmate to accident or illness. There
was enough flexibility in the numbers of Vulcan
males to females
that they could take some time to travel off-planet unbonded more
often, even
choosing not to bond to another Vulcan male, though it was probably
strongly
discouraged, he suspected. Vulcan
males, however, had too much to lose for many to take such a risk. And so, they were the gold medal of sexual
conquest. And Sarek was as high-ranking,
well-known, and prestigious as they came; a common fantasy partner even
on the Kirk
had also noticed once in a review of the holo-deck request codings that
Sarek’s
name came up in the commonly chosen subject fields.
He had always assumed that command
crewmembers were testing their diplomatic skills and familiarity with
protocol
against the best, especially after seeing him aboard the He
remembered once seeing Sarek come into a bar and Kirk heard a man at
the next
table rudely commenting, “I’d hump that Vulcan in a hot minute!” The rest of the large table laughed and
agreed heartily and clanked glasses before another commented, “Like
he’d let
you hump him; he’d hump you, fool!” The
table laughed raucously and Kirk left before he heard anymore, or,
worse,
responded. It was not hard to notice how
most women and many men responded to Ambassador Sarek, even with those
who
didn’t yet know his lofty position. Even
Kirk realized that he spent too much time wondering what Sarek thought
of
him. Could it be partially a sexual
draw? Sarek
continued, “There is the sharing of selves mentally during the…act…but
there is
also a more…‘savage’ aspect at times. The
act of dominating one’s mate is generally necessary
for…completion.” Kirk
had heard that Vulcans were more primal in their intercourse; that it
was where
the bottled-up aggression was released. That
had been why the pon farr
was so dangerous for the partner of the male undergoing it. But the thought that a Vulcan male needed to
dominate to climax was startling. He
wondered exactly what form this domination had to take specifically. He tried not to imagine Sarek sharing such
with the diminutive Amanda, who was far less sturdy and strong than a
Vulcan
woman, and was only getting frailer. Kirk
was feeling lost still. “I’d like to ask
some questions, but I feel I could too easily…” Sarek
cut him off. “Ask anything you would
like. You have every right since I have
immersed you into this unusual, and likely uncomfortable, situation.” Kirk
swallowed and launched in. “Your wife is
less strong than she likely was when you first married her. Does this impinge on what we are discussing?” Did Sarek need a partner he could be rough
with? The thought of the violence from
this powerful Vulcan caused Kirk more anxiety than the idea of sex with
him,
which surprised Kirk. It still left the
huge question unanswered – why would Sarek involve him in something so
personal? He
realized that Sarek, with this seeming vulnerability, along with his
pragmatic
discussion and attempt to open up, had put Kirk at ease enough to view
Sarek as
a normal being like any other -- a being who needed him and was having
difficulty asking. It warmed Kirk and
allowed his natural liking, respect, and admiration of Sarek to pave
the way to
his wanting to help. Though he had to
admit, it seemed a wild request if it were something oddly sexual and
invariably so personal to such a reserved and almost unapproachable man. Sarek
looked confused. “I appreciate your
diplomatic reference to my wife’s aging, but she has little to do with
this,
other than approving of you as a possible solution.” Now
Kirk was confused, and a little shocked that Sarek had approached his
wife in
regard to Kirk and the still-vague sexual issue, but realized Sarek
would have
likely been upfront with her regarding his sexual needs and relations. Little was, or could be, withheld between
bondmates. Amanda was likely always
aware of Sarek’s needs. “My
domination of my wife has never been at issue. She
has always easily fulfilled her role for me to
reach…completion. The level of
domination necessary is relative to the level of submission. My wife’s lesser strength and agility over
the years has merely decreased the force I have needed to use. Our unions have required less aggression and
violence with time, not that I have ever hurt her seriously.” Kirk
could not look at Sarek during the almost-halting description of the
requirements of dominating his wife for his climaxes.
He felt his breathing accelerate and his
groin heating as lurid images of Sarek mounting and taking his wife
teased him. Sarek
cleared his throat. “It is actually the
mirror image of that need that I am referring to.” Kirk
fought to keep the surprise off his face. “There
is a requirement of ‘submission’?” “Fully
equal to that of dominance, yes.” Try
as he might, Kirk could not pull his eyebrows back down. Sarek
relegated the discussion to the past once again, where he seemed more
comfortable. “When a young warrior began
his service, he was ‘apprenticed’ by an experienced warrior. The experienced taught the younger survival. The younger provided himself as the salve for
the experienced elder’s ‘needs’. A sort
of mentor-protégé relationship.” Sarek
looked at Kirk, perhaps to see if he finally understood, then
continued,
“Perhaps one of the most intriguing biological differences between
Vulcans and
Humans, is that Vulcans have fully retained the alpha distinction as in
your
pack animals. In packs, every animal
knows its place; each animal knows whether it is submissive to or
dominant over
another. On Vulcan, we have many clans,
but are all of one pack.” Sarek
paused to glance at Kirk, then continued, “There are slight signals of
submission and dominance that are sent and received between each and
every
Vulcan. I am submissive to or dominant
over every other Vulcan I meet. It may
be slight but it is recognized, respected, and constant among us. I am never equal to any other Vulcan, only
above or beneath. It is a biological
imperative for us.” Kirk
was fascinated, and curious to know and be able to detect the cues
between
Vulcans as they meet. He always noticed
Spock ducked his head and lowered his eyes each time he met his father. He had always assumed that had been some
mixture of respect, insecurity, and discomfort. He
had to wonder if all Vulcans that would be categorized
as submissive
to Sarek did that. He
had also remembered some intense stare-offs between Sarek and other
Vulcans and
how it often ended with one looking down and seeming more cooperative
suddenly. Was that the submissive giving
his acquiescence to the dominant? He
remembered seeing Sarek in some heated debates with elder Vulcans,
especially
T’Pau, and remembered Sarek often ended up falling quiet and taking to
his
knees in deference. Kirk had always
thought it only custom dictated by ceremony, but realized now the
submissive and
dominant scenario made sense. Sarek was
being put in his place, or putting others there depending on this
biological
imperative. Sarek
continued, “Your theory of ‘equal rights’ has little meaning among my
species,
except for that human saying 'what comes around goes around'. In our savage past, any dominant could take
what they wanted – shelter, water, food, sexual congress, even children
-- of
any submissive, at any time – the law of the jungle, as you humans call
it. It is a vestige of our past that we
have an instinctual need of recognition of both our dominant and our
submissive
natures, as well as the telepathic enforcement of it, when necessary. I must submit to one even as I dominate
another.” Sarek paused momentarily, and
breathed deeply. “If I hold one down to
sate my need, I am in return held down by another for their sating. So it goes for every Vulcan.” Kirk’s
head swam, as if he understood where Sarek was headed unconsciously,
but yet
had to accept it. He remembered T’Pau
cutting Sarek short immediately with ‘You do not know your place!’ in
which
Sarek immediately sank to his knees and asked forgiveness.
Kirk had never thought that perhaps a greater
‘strength’ had been wielded as a threat. In
fact, he had always wondered how the matriarchy kept
power when the
males were larger and physically stronger. The
dangerous weapons often appearing at ceremonies had never been used
even as a
threat, except with Spock at his ‘wedding’. But
Spock was half out of his mind and only half Vulcan
and there were
humans that might have needed persuasion also. He
had never thought about the fact that there might be
something that
forced Sarek’s acquiescence, when he rarely yielded to anyone. Sarek
continued, “It has been a difficult cultural difference for humans to
accept. But it is an instinctual need
that builds until resolved. I had little
help, being one of the first to come here, and not knowing your culture. We tend to imagine that another’s culture is
similar to our own. It is difficult to
adapt to what one cannot predict. But when
I tried to approach the more experienced representatives, they had just
thought
I wanted guidance and training. When I
tried to imply that I needed to…reciprocate…their…help, they didn’t
understand. When I specifically referred
to relations of
a sexual nature, they were flattered and intrigued at what they thought
was a
proposed affair. “It
was quite a frustrating experience. The
only comparison I can give you is if you tried to obtain sexual
satisfaction
and everyone you meet only sees it as a platonic invitation. You can dominate another by force, but you
cannot force another to dominate you.” Kirk
had been held steadfast in the provocative story, glad that Sarek had
been too
caught up in his own discomfort to notice Kirk’s pants sporting the
beginnings
of an erection at the thought of a young ambassador Sarek looking for
someone
to dominate him sexually and to have the frustration building as he
tried to
make clear his needs. He had to wonder
if Sarek would have been more successful if he walked into one of the
nastier
representative’s offices, dropped his pants and bent over.
But then discretion would be out the window,
along with his reputation as word would spread of the ‘easy’ Vulcan to
fuck. Now, damn it, he had a full erection! He refocused on Sarek’s explanation, which
was titillating in itself. Sarek
looked directly into Kirk’s eyes again. “It
seems that I have a singularly dominant personality
that doesn’t
lend well to finding those who can dominate me. I
am in need of a forceful personality, determined to
succeed and with
an uncommon strength. I have someone
on
Vulcan for when I am there, and he sometimes visits Earth.
But I have lost the services of my Earthbound
dominant as he has grown too frail and placid to fully suffice." The
image of Sarek sitting behind and to the right of the Federation
president
flashed in Kirk’s mind again. The
Federation president had been a big, broad-chested bear, as foreboding
as
Sarek. But in the last five years, his
elder status was beginning to take its toll.
He had to wonder… “I
assume you would not reveal his name,” Kirk said with a clever smile. Sarek’s
expression softened. “Nor would I ever
yours if you were to agree to this.” Kirk
felt a little disappointment, he realized. Being
known as a dominant for none other than Sarek of
Vulcan could only
improve his reputation – just the possibility that he could dominate
him, and
the fact that male Vulcans were at the top of the list of most sought
after
sexual conquests. He couldn’t help
imagining
what dominating Sarek might be like. But
if he didn’t even have the courage to reach forth and touch this man
now, how
could he ever hope to dominate him? “I
am not sure I would be up to the task.” Sarek
stared at Kirk now; his breathing had accelerated noticeably. Kirk
could not help but watch that broad chest pressing, with each breath,
into the
rich royal colored brocade of his tunic. Sarek
wet his lips, something Kirk had never seen. “I
think it would come easier for you than you could
imagine. But I would understand if you
would prefer
not to find out. I had to ask. There are few, I believe, that could handle
the request.” His voice had gone flat
again, as if he believed now that Kirk would refuse him. Kirk
couldn’t help but ask, “Was I your first choice?” “Since
I first met you,” Sarek said quietly, seemingly already submitting as
he
offered far more information than was required. “Your
eyes held a glint in them that spoke of a sexual
appetite, and you
seemed to want to best me there when I angered you.
I felt your desire to challenge my vigor, and
perhaps my…audacity?” Kirk
couldn’t help but smile. He had heard
that Sarek was perceptive, but the Vulcan seemed to hide it well,
likely to his
advantage. “Your son…” Kirk began,
entering
what could be a minefield. “…had
thought I would ask you then. I was
concerned about complicating his relationship with you.
Spock was trying to ‘fit in’. I
didn’t want to point out so alien a need so
early in your relationship.” Kirk
smiled, biting back the reference to how sweet a thought and action
that had
been, not to mention how bizarre that proposition would have seemed
then. While Ambassador Sarek had certainly
been
supremely effective in his work, he had seemed cold and calculating, at
least
before his heart attack and reconnection with his son. “And
now?” Kirk asked. “My
son would like his family drawn closer. He
sees you as an important element. Needless
to say, Vulcan mores regarding sex are very
different from
Human. He is as understanding of us
beginning this as I am about allowing it to end anytime you wish. He also believes it would answer both our
needs as well as smooth our differences, with intimacy, allowing for
greater
understanding. There are few that I
would respect enough to ask this of.” Kirk
felt bewildered by the thought, imagining asking his cool first officer
if he’d
mind if his captain screwed his father, with a certain fervor and
violence no
less. “I
guess,” Kirk hazarded, “that an understanding of the specifics might be
in
order to determine if I could be comfortable with it.”
He had almost said compatible, and luckily
caught himself. He had never been
sexually involved with a Vulcan, but surely Sarek had ascertained the
anatomical and physiological compatibility long before seriously
considering
him. “The
most difficult aspect for you, I would predict, would be transforming
our
relationship into that of a sexual nature.” Kirk
smiled easily as he met Sarek’s eyes directly for the first time since
the beginning
of the frank discussion. “I was more
concerned with the more aggressive aspects, actually.” Sarek
paused momentarily to stare at Kirk, likely translating that as Kirk
had meant
it – Sarek was quite sexually attractive and a fascinating possibility
for
conquest. Then he looked away again in
seeming discomfort, which surprised Kirk. “As
you might see on any nature program – tracking or
pursuit, often
short-lived or symbolic…subduing, followed by a violent entrance…and
forced,
rough intercourse, perhaps some scratching, biting, and gripping the
hair for
control and persuasion.” That
sounded more like rape, Kirk thought, but it had been a while since he
had seen
a nature program. He felt his face heat
at his next question. “Sir, you have
easily at least twice, if not three times, my strength.
How would I go about subduing you, if I were
to attempt this?” He was afraid he
already knew the answer. Sarek
watched him curiously. “I know from your
logs that you have met up with any number of beings stronger and more
agile
than yourself, Captain. How did you
subdue them, without causing permanent or fatal damage, that is?” Kirk
thought back on all of the bigger, stronger and wilier he had beaten. He had surprised them, hit them with all of
his force, stunned them with phasers, kicked them where it counts,
thrown sand
in their eyes, jumped them from behind, drugged them, tricked them,
pinned
them, tied them up…all of which sounded too violent.
“I can’t think of a way that wouldn’t be
painful…” Sarek
looked amused. “Neither can I.” Kirk
swallowed. He had thought that would be
the case. “Can I ask how the others
succeeded? Sarek
looked away again. “One had been an
All-Federation boxer, a human – he had little trouble.
He would stop by more often than he affected his
plan so I didn’t know when to expect it, at my residence away from my
family or
at one of my offices. He would present a
sneak attack while I was focused on elsewhere, usually a distraction he
created.” “He
punched you?” “Numerous
times,” Sarek said. Kirk
was shocked at the thought of someone pummeling this dignified Vulcan. “Until
I was too confused, dizzy and insensible to defend myself.
The rest was ‘quick and to the point’ as
Humans are fond of saying.” Kirk
tried not to imagine “the rest”, likely Sarek’s clothes being ripped
from him,
at least his pants, and the intercourse without preparation and
shivered at
what must have been quite painful. “Weren’t
there bruises, abrasions?” Tears and
bleeding, Kirk had thought but couldn’t say. “Mostly
gone by the morning after I entered a quick healing trance. Amanda never asked as I seemed to be in a
‘much better mood’ as she put it by the time she saw them.
She said I traded my discomforts for the best
though. The frustration can be quite
intense and…debilitating.” Sarek
swallowed at that and seemed elsewhere again, if only momentarily. Kirk
began to realize that from the beginning of the meeting Sarek had
seemed “off”,
perhaps blunted; his intensity wasn’t there; he seemed almost
indecisive and in
a fog at times. He had also never seen
Sarek drink so much or so intently, as if trying to numb himself? Kirk had to guess that it was this need that
was getting to him. Sarek
continued. “Another stopped by
occasionally and slipped a drug into my drink that reduced my strength
to less
than a quarter, and overpowered me. That
can be effective, but sometimes significant pain…and humiliation…helps
to
decrease the frustration much more efficiently.” “Another
would sneak in and tie my hands behind my back before I awakened. Much of a Vulcan’s strength is upper
body. My son can apprise you of many of
the techniques used to render a Vulcan immobile or more manageable. They would also be quite useful with Romulans
in hand-to-hand combat, should that come up. Kirk
pursed his lips. “Assuming the element
of surprise, sounds like hitting and wrestling are the common
denominators.” “I
had thought this aspect might attract you,” Sarek eyed him with obvious
amusement. “There have been several
times I was sure you wanted to strike me, and I am handing you a ‘free
pass,’
as you would call it.” Kirk
smiled into his drink that he realized was gone -- the equivalent of
four
drinks downed, and had started to feel a curious thought of a little
test of
his abilities to step up to the plate. He
set the glass down. He
also
felt the excitement of impending conquest and sexual release, which
brought
guilt also. He had decided that he could
hurt Sarek in order to enjoy such an unusual opportunity. Perhaps his military nature also hid the
desire to rape and pillage underneath as it had for so many others. Sometimes
though it felt good to accept and realize his baser instincts – it felt
more
honest and truthful, almost a relief that they might be given this
small
concession at least. But wanting and
hoping he could was not the same as doing. Could
he purposefully release the wolf and repress the
lamb to supply
what Sarek needed? He had a feeling that
any hesitation could give a man like Sarek too much advantage; he would
have to
completely focused and selfish to not falter, he decided. Kirk
refocused on Sarek. “Enough of that, I
can’t arrive drunk to see Amanda and Spock.” “They
would understand,” Sarek said. “As I
would.” “I
don’t want to get your hopes up,” Kirk said, a little sadly. “I
would not be disappointed in you, Captain,” Sarek said.
“I would not want you to feel obligated in
any way, nor would I want you to do this if you gained no benefit from
it.” Kirk
smiled broadly at Sarek’s implying that he would gain no enjoyment in
dominating as prescribed. “I am a
sensualist, Sarek. I didn’t say I
wouldn’t enjoy the sex, and I am not an innocent -- I could probably
hit you a
few times since I don’t think I could really hurt you much.” “There
is no deadline. Any answer would be
acceptable. And you can try any aspect,
whether the sex or the violence, to any degree at any time, except
perhaps
where others can see or hear. Ask any
questions you would like. I will avail
myself in any way for you to become more comfortable with the
proposition.” Kirk
could not believe he had just been given a free pass for any sexual act
or
violence upon Sarek by the man himself. There
were so many things he could be allowed to do to him
right then
and there – thrust his tongue into his mouth, request that he strip
right there
for a detailed inspection, reach into his pants, slug him as he wanted
to do so
many times on the Enterprise, or simply pull down his pants, bend him
over and… His
mind had difficulty grasping the panoply of prospects, the many
temptations. But he realized that he
could not take advantage gratuitously, as tempting as they were, at
that
moment. Yes, perhaps there was a sexual
element to his concerns about what Sarek thought of him, but he liked
this man
too much and felt some disappointment and irritation at being curtailed
by his
own ethics and morality. “No other
restrictions?” he asked. “Learn
where not to hit a Vulcan.” The teasing
tone again. “Already
have that down, having worked so closely with Spock these years.” “Be
careful of the artwork.” Kirk
laughed. “Figured that.” “Do
not be afraid to hurt me, plan to in fact, and expect a fight.” Sarek’s eyes glittered at this last. “Effective domination requires struggle, pain,
and humiliation. It should leave its
mark physically and emotionally to provide the release needed by the
submissive. “Perhaps
you should reach deep into your own darkness and find what you would
like to do
to me, but might not want to consider. Reach
into that anger I released in you in the past, or
present. Pay me back for all of my
misdeeds, as you
might characterize them, in one fell swoop. Find
and marshal your dislikes of me and use them to be my
‘enemy’, to
best me thoroughly. Sometimes an enemy
makes the best dominant. Surely you can
resurrect enough of your irritations with me to focus yourself and
leave behind
any tentativeness and fears?” With
that, Kirk’s last reservations died. It
was only a matter of the how and when, and he had narrowed those down
to a
final few moves which would leave fewer bruises. He
watched Sarek’s hand shake as he laid his
glass down and realized that, like this Vulcan’s procrastination with
the
telling, his acting on finding another dominant had been too-long
delayed. But he kept his acceptance to
himself so that
he could attack in surprise, and soon. Sarek
continued, “Perhaps this would be a good time to adjourn to the embassy
so you
could reacquaint yourself with my wife.” Kirk
smiled at the little dig. “I would be
glad to reacquaint myself with the entire family.”
One biblically soon, he could not help but
think. Warmth
alighted in Sarek’s eyes at that. “You
have yet to avail yourself of much of our private residence at the
embassy. There is a private pool area
with a Jacuzzi, sauna and steam room where my wife prefers to spend her
afternoons. There is also a bartender on
staff, should you like a pool drink, as my wife calls them.” Kirk
laughed. Something with an umbrella, he
imagined, and decided he might try a piña colada while basking
in the sun. Likely the Vulcans had a very
large wind
break and flexible heating about the facilities so it would be warm
enough,
even for Vulcans. It may be summer, but
it was Try
as he might, Kirk could not keep his mind off his soon-to-be vanquished
Vulcan,
even to the point of eyeing the goods to be within reach – places he
would never
consider glancing on this regal politico became regular pit-stops for
his eyes
– the groin, the buttocks, the broad chest, even the spot between the
neck and
shoulder where he intended on leaving teeth marks.
It was as if her were inspecting every curve
of a horse he might buy. He
tried to refocus so as not to give himself away, along with his element
of
surprise. And if Amanda or Spock noticed
his x-rated scans of Sarek’s body…Jesus, that would be embarrassing. Excuse
me Spock while I eye your father’s ass. Or, Amanda, you don’t mind if I cop a feel of
your husband’s package, do you? His
plan was flawless, thanks to training by Spock after they made contact
with the
Romulans and the frequency of contact with this newly reintroduced
hostile race
began to escalate. He knew the
weaknesses of the Romulans, and therefore, the Vulcans.
A choreography of distraction and
immobilization of the strong upper body, and the positioning of his own
weight
should allow Kirk the time and maneuverability to fulfill his and
Sarek’s
purposes. He only needed to be alone
with Sarek, somewhere neither Amanda nor Spock would discover. When
Spock was called back to the “Honey,
perhaps an hour or two in the sauna might relax you enough to sleep.” Amanda swirled the last of her brandy and
laid her hand on his knee. He
looked at the hand as if he had never seen it before and must have
realized his
distraction all of a sudden. He looked
at his wife with warmth and tenderness Kirk had never seen the depth of
before. “Forgive
my inattention,” Sarek directed at Kirk with an uncharacteristic
tentativeness. “That does sound like it
might be an effective remedy; I will spend some time in the sauna
before
retiring, my wife.” Then he seemed to
have left them again. Amanda tried her
best to hide her concern for her husband as he sat zoned out and
pouring
another glass of saya, and almost knocking it over as he
grabbed
it. It was not like Sarek to get drunk,
but perhaps his discomfort was quite exacerbated now, and there was
little else
to do about it. “And
steer clear of the pool and Jacuzzi,” she said, not altogether joking
as she
stepped away. “Do
not fear, I shall not drown myself in our own recreational facilities.” Sarek seemed amused though still glassy-eyed
and self-absorbed. He seemed to focus on
Kirk suddenly as if he had forgotten he sat nearby.
“Forgive my lassitude. I
should be more socially acceptable in the
morning with some rest. It has been a
taxing day.” He excused himself and
walked through what appeared to be a wall of glass, out to the outdoor
changing
room. The lower eight feet were actually
a temperature and weather impermeable force field that allowed regular
air
interchange, but decreased the humidity and oxygen on the inside to
average
between Earth and Vulcan norms. Kirk
hoped Sarek planned to sauna in the nude. It
would make it more convenient not to fight to remove
his
clothes. He had to wonder if Sarek was
purposefully or inadvertently making himself seem the easy mark. Perhaps it was an ambiguous mixture of
wishful thinking on Sarek’s part mixed with his discomfort at making
Kirk feel
influenced. He might be offering himself
up as a seeming sacrifice, or simply not thinking at all and,
truthfully, only
coincidentally was helping Kirk with his undertaking.
He prayed to what gods there might be looking
over this house that the rest of his path should be so lubricated, then
grinned
and asked forgiveness for the lurid pun. Sarek
had taken his time, staring at the pool from a distance as he rounded
it. Kirk ran for the service hall along
the
backside of the facilities. He came upon
the service door of the sauna, stripped quickly and gathered his
courage behind
the door that Sarek would enter from the front. He
slowed his breathing as Spock had taught him so as not
to be obvious
when Sarek entered; he needed to catch him just as he let the door slip
closed,
and as he turned his back to him to head for the room of different
levels of
wood benches. He felt his heart pounding
and thanked those gods again that affected the auto-thermostat to kick
on at just
that moment. Sarek
would likely not hear his advance, and unless he immediately turned to
his left
upon entering, he would not see him. Vulcans,
and Romulans, suffered the same tunnel-vision
focus as Humans
when inebriated. The ambassador would
focus on the door, then the path to the bench he intended to sit or lay
upon. Sarek’s judgment and reflexes
would also be off, helping Kirk immensely. By
the time Sarek came to the realization of what was
happening, he
would be subdued and defenseless. Kirk’s
cock hardened at the thought of Sarek struggling haplessly beneath him. He
had to rid himself of the daydreams that had plagued him since he
figured out
where Sarek’s talk had been heading in the Federation office. He would have to be on top of his game now –
Sarek was almost an equivalent age, much stronger, faster, and cunning. He also might have caught on to Kirk’s idea
of catching him sooner than later. There
had been that one instance when Sarek had lain back on the pillows in
his quite
thin, form-fitting, Vulcan-style casual pants he had changed into that
clearly
outlined his package for a moment. Kirk
had stared at the outline of a generously long and thick penis and a
full,
weighty set of balls, and noticed, too late, Sarek’s eyes veer his way. Had he noticed where Kirk’s eyes had been? The
door swung open as Kirk returned his focus to the capture.
Sarek stood in the doorway as if he sensed
something, or perhaps just rearranging his towel, likely implying
nothing
underneath. Kirk could just see his hand
and the slightest edge of a three-quarter profile faced away – a side
burn, the
inside flare of an ear. He was relieved
that the door closed on its own so Sarek would not have to turn to
secure it. Kirk held his breath, hoping
that Sarek would
take the few steps to put him where Kirk needed him before he had to
suck in a
breath that could give himself away. He
wanted this smooth and sudden. If Sarek
needed pain, it would be Kirk’s choice as to when and how to apply it,
not when
he had less control and, as such, held more risk of harming Sarek. Sarek
stepped clear of the door and turned his back to Kirk.
The well sculpted swells of muscle were
impressive. Kirk scanned down to the
compact buttocks beneath the tight towel, seeing no lines of shorts
beneath. Kirk felt the angle of the
secure-tie about his left wrist and the tube of lube looped about his
right
thumb, leaving both hands free to grab and secure Sarek’s wrists
quickly. Two steps and Sarek wouldn’t know
what hit
him. Kirk felt his lungs protesting for
air as Sarek looked back up and took the first step.
Kirk began to lean into the wall that he
would press off of, but needed that extra step to build momentum for
the
correct speed to launch Sarek off his feet. As
Sarek leaned forward and rolled over the ball of his right foot, Kirk
launched. He saw Sarek cock his head
slightly at the sound. As Sarek’s foot
hit the ground and his shoulders began to rotate with his body’s turn,
Kirk
caught his lower chest and pulled him off his feet.
Kirk felt Sarek’s surprised intake of air as
the captain slammed into him. Together
they fell to the deck floor. Kirk had
aligned the mass of his weight so that it would compress Sarek’s ribs
into the
floor on impact, heard the forced exhalation followed by the Vulcan’s
wheezing as
he attempted to catch his breath. Sarek
had the wind knocked out of him and was stunned into momentary inaction
by the
heavy blow. Kirk grabbed Sarek’s wrists,
swiveled them behind his back and secure-tied them before Sarek
realized his
new vulnerability. He was immobilized
with Kirk atop. On his stomach or back,
Sarek could not maneuver to escape unless Kirk removed himself. But his focus would be on getting a full
breath anyway. He had felt his arms
secured and the weight upon him, before he could consider what it meant. Kirk
eased off the Vulcan’s ribcage that would have, in a matter of seconds,
blacked
him out, and allowed Sarek to gasp at the hot air until his wheezing
lessened. He momentarily admired the
view as Sarek slowly recovered his breath. He
was flat against the teak floor almost oblivious of
Kirk as he
struggled for air. His arms were neatly
pinioned and Kirk straddled his ass. Sarek’s
head lay sideways on the wood, his eyes closed.
But Kirk knew he couldn’t take too many
chances; Sarek was vulnerable now. He
intended to win this battle with few if any missteps.
Kirk slipped his hand under the towel around
Sarek’s waist and yanked it off. Kirk
shifted to take full advantage. Already
fully erect from his preparations, take down, and this unique view of
the
ambassador, he slipped his cock between Sarek’s buttock’s and enjoyed
the soft,
firm pressure as Sarek’s ass parted and the cheeks pressed against his
member. Sarek seemed to have gained back
enough of
his breath to realize his obvious vulnerability as Kirk rubbed his cock
closer
and closer toward his target. Sarek
slipped up a knee stealthily, but Kirk realized his intent to flip Kirk
off, as
predicted. There were too few moves left
to Sarek to shake him off, but Kirk was ready for them nonetheless. Leverage could be a wonderful thing, for
those on top, that is. Kirk
waited until just before Sarek was ready to twist and throw his
aggressor from
him, when Kirk grabbed a handful of the thick, wavy hair, pulled his
head up
and slammed it into the deck just hard enough to stun but not seriously
harm
him. Sarek gasped in surprise and pain
as Kirk shifted to cover his legs with his own. When
Sarek raised his now freed hips in a renewed
struggle, Kirk
squeezed some lube on his hand, grasped Sarek’s legs with the other and
flipped
him sideways. He grasped Sarek’s cock
and began pumping vigorously as Sarek squirmed, completely pinioned now. Kirk
grinned at how neatly his plan was working, and at the struggle Sarek
still
offered. He would wear himself to
exhaustion and still Kirk would sacrifice none of his advantage. Before too long he might not have to secure
Sarek at all, just use and enjoy him as he lay unable to move. But he would never trust Sarek not to play
exhausted to gain an advantage, so he would not give him the chance
until he
had exhausted all of his interests with this too-vulnerable Vulcan. He might as well have been trussed in a web
awaiting the spider. Sarek
still struggled though his efforts were still futile.
His erection was growing rapidly and his
breathing had accelerated. Like Humans,
Vulcans could not keep from responding to a stimulus to their genitals
and
Sarek had already been too frustrated to fight it.
Kirk had decided that they might both be more
comfortable once the ice was broken so to speak, so he stroked even
faster to
bring Sarek off as quickly as possible and reduce some of the stress –
both
sexually for Sarek and between them. A sort of first kiss on a first
date. Sarek
still seemed to think he might escape before this humiliation. Knowing Sarek, it was embarrassing to be
brought off by Kirk like this. Perhaps
Kirk wanted it that way too, to take control and also to provide the
humiliation both Sarek and he were most concerned and reticent about. He spooned tightly against Sarek’s back and
buttocks, feeling his now ragged breathing and the last of his fight as
his
body’s need won out. Sarek moaned. His head fell back on Kirk’s shoulder. Kirk
felt his attention drifting from Sarek’s impressive erection to his
face as his
control slipped away with each stroke. He
soon tightened all over, was beginning to shiver almost
imperceptibly
– very close, Kirk decided with a feeling of victory, as he watched
Sarek’s
most intimate display on his face – flushed, eyes tightly closed, mouth
wide
and gasping for breath. Two more rough
pulls brought an arcing back, a shuddering moan and then a loud cry and
the
beautiful, utterly unguarded expression of orgasm on his face that Kirk
drank
up as Sarek spilled his seed in forceful arcs about them. Sarek
passed out for a moment. Kirk made sure
his breathing and heartbeat were regular then laid him on his back and
lay atop
him. He had wanted that mouth since he
saw it gasping before Sarek’s climax, and wondered at that intimacy. He did have very sensual lips that begged to
be kissed. Funny, he had never really
looked too closely, but knowing who the man was, the last thing he
wanted to do
was consider how kissable his lips were. He had
asked Sarek for restrictions and been told that only melding had been
disallowed by Amanda. Sarek had added no
personal restrictions of his own; perhaps he had felt he was asking
enough that
he had no right refusing anything himself. But
kissing seemed so intimate an act to Kirk, even more
than what he
just did. Perhaps because they would be
face to face, and there was some amount of cooperation necessary, at
least when
the partner was fully conscious. He
was sure Sarek and Amanda kissed in private. He
wondered if, after over forty years of marriage, he
might awaken
believing he was kissing his wife. He
smiled at the thought of feeling the kiss that Amanda must get
regularly,
before Sarek even realized or remembered whom he was with. And Sarek said to do what he wanted, to enjoy
himself, so what the hell… He
lowered himself onto those lips – soft, full, and completely yielding
as Sarek
was still unconscious. Kirk decided this
would provide a nice respite - licking, kissing, and nipping those soft
lips,
before beginning the next struggle. Sarek
groaned softly into Kirk’s mouth and began to
respond very
sensually and sweetly with lips and tongue, not how he would’ve thought
Sarek
would have responded. Kirk
smiled down as Sarek began to open his eyes and looked surprised to see
Kirk. He tried to pull away, confirming
Kirk’s suspicions as to who Sarek thought he was kissing.
But Kirk thrust his tongue deep and held
Sarek’s face so that he might finish the kiss instead of letting Sarek
pull
away. Kirk
pulled away finally from the now less cooperative lips and tongue with
a smile.
“Welcome back, Ambassador,” he said, then promptly flipped Sarek onto
his
stomach and kicked his legs apart before he realized what Kirk intended. Sarek renewed his struggle in earnest. Kirk turned his face into Sarek’s buttocks
and held the legs further apart as he grazed on his balls – licking and
nipping
as Sarek responded with shock to each. He
sucked first one then the other, savoring the spicy
almost sweet
taste with the slightest musky scent. He
slid his tongue up to Sarek’s anus and rimmed him wetly, evoking a gasp
and
moan and a stronger struggle though still futile against the ties and
Kirk’s
weight. Kirk found it intoxicating to
have such a strong man so vulnerable and bared beneath him. He rimmed him several more times until Sarek
moaned again and once more his body started to stiffen.
Kirk couldn’t wait any longer; he had to take
him. He shifted to lay along Sarek’s
back, retrieved the lube, oiled his cock up and then his finger, which
he
stuffed into Sarek, who jerked in response. “I’m
going to have you now, and there’s nothing you can do about it, sir.” He grinned at his taunt as he shoved his
finger in once again. He spread Sarek’s
cheeks and lined up his cock for entrance, making sure Sarek felt it
tapping
about just outside the orifice. Sarek
slipped his knee up in one smooth, sudden movement, but Kirk had his
hand in
Sarek’s hair and slammed his head into the wood stunning him again. As
Sarek lay momentarily immobile from the shock, pain, and confusion,
Kirk took
the opportunity and thrust himself fully into the hot, tight ass. Just thrusting himself into the hot Vulcan
body and already tight entrance that tightened further in pain and the
attempt
to limit the intrusion almost made him come. Sarek
gasped as Kirk, still grasping his hair, began to
pound into him
as he set his teeth into the soft juncture of Sarek’s neck and
shoulder,
burying them into the soft flesh, distracting Sarek again as he rode
him
roughly. Kirk
had to slow his ride and concentrate when he felt the ecstasy of
mounting this
man tightening his balls for climax. He
bit down until he tasted the faint coppery taste of Sarek’s blood and
kept a
tight grip on his thick, wavy hair. He
felt the sweet victory of stretching the moment of the taking as he
still felt
Sarek struggling, close enough himself to coming but trying to hold it
off to
enjoy riding the ambassador as he fought, enjoying it far more than he
even
imagined, relishing the control and eroticism of dominating this man
and
tasting the blood as his teeth sank in. He
pulled harder on Sarek’s hair, yanking his head up in a tight arch, and
held
his teeth tight against his neck as he pounded even harder into Sarek. Vulcans were tough, he remembered, and Sarek
needed the release of the submissive. He
doubted he could injure Sarek too seriously, but the more pain, the
better the
release, he was told. Sarek
moaned again, then started mumbling in Vulcan as Kirk pounded into him. To Kirk’s surprise he felt Sarek spreading
himself open further, submitting completely, and felt him shuddering
and
gasping. “Harder,
James, I beg of you,” he whispered gutturally close to his ear. Kirk
pulled Sarek’s head back until he thought he might snap his neck, dug
his teeth
in until blood flowed freely, and slammed his cock into Sarek with all
the
strength and savagery he could muster, trying to ignore the green blood
that
smeared his cock now. Kirk felt Sarek’s
anal muscles begin to spasm and his whole body tightened as he cried
out, then
screamed, then cried out again as his body almost shook out of Kirk’s
grasp. Kirk felt himself lose his load,
shoving himself deep as he came inside Sarek, who was already
collapsing in
Kirk’s grip, now slick with sweat. Kirk
had never even seen a Vulcan sweat before. He
rubbed their bodies together in it and licked him to
find a sweeter
almost spicy taste that reminded him of the scent of eggnog and
snickerdoodles. He licked him again. Sarek
passed out again. After that tremendous
climax Kirk was not surprised. He lay
Sarek down gently and retrieved some warm, damp towels and began to
clean the
Vulcan of the sweat, blood, and semen they both were now soaked in. Kirk still felt jittery, light-headed, and
wobbly from the amazing orgasm he'd had. But
to his amazement his climax had been only a shadow of
Sarek’s. With
one ear listening for Sarek coming around, he stepped away for a quick
soapy
shower; the only chance he was likely to get. He
knew Sarek was compulsively clean himself, when not
tied up at least,
and decided he would appreciate Kirk clean and smelling of sandalwood,
as most
of the soap of Vulcan smelled, when he awakened. Supposedly,
it gave Vulcans a feeling of calm
and even a heady buzz if inhaled deeply, which seemed in conflict with
the
general proper and utilitarian Vulcan mindset. But
there was a lot that seemed only hype and rumor, he
discovered, as
he spent more time among and around Vulcans. Upon
his return, he began to examine the wounds he’d inflicted.
The side of Sarek’s face that impacted the
decking twice was swollen and blotched with bruising, a slight cut
traced his
cheekbone, but nothing appeared broken and the eye appeared fine as he
pulled
the eyelid up. Kirk was relieved at
that. The bite wound still bleed
profusely. Kirk cleaned it and held a
towel over it to slow the bleeding. To
his surprise, he found a small tuft of Sarek’s salt and pepper waves on
the
decking. He picked it up and caressed it
between his fingers. He found himself
wanting to pocket it as a trophy, not that he had any pockets, and
grinned,
then blushed at the thought of Sarek finding out. He
looked up to see Sarek watching, amused. “I
have enough of that that no one should notice.” He
seemed calm and relaxed, and in no hurry
to leave. Kirk
glanced at Sarek’s thick, wavy, now tousled, hair and grinned. “How do you feel?” “Better
than I have felt in a long time,” Sarek said. “I
sense there is something more I can still do for you
however.” His eyes took on the hunger of
earlier and
Kirk realized they were not finished. He
felt anxious but also excited to continue their ‘battle’.
He did want more of Sarek, more from him more
precisely. Sarek
rolled to his knees and swayed as he met Kirk’s eyes.
Kirk stepped close, his erection bobbed again
already at the sight of Sarek, tied and on his knees before him. There was little Sarek could do should he
just grab him and… An
eyebrow rose. “You smell of
sandalwood. I wish that I were in the
position to offer up the same courtesy.” “Vulcans
smell good even when they sweat, it seems – like holiday cookies.” “My
wife also appreciates that aspect of Vulcan biochemistry.” Kirk
watched Sarek’s mouth and had a better idea of what he’d like to do
with it. Sarek’s
eyes glittered; he seemed to understand, but did not move closer. Kirk’s
penis rose to a full erection inches from Sarek’s full lips that he
willed to
open in invitation, unsure if the Vulcan had ever even given a blow job
before. It seemed undignified for such a
man, but he
did request humiliation and domination, so…” He
stepped close so that his penis bobbed less than an
inch from Sarek’s
mouth. Sarek
locked eyes with him. “You want
something of me, Captain?” With
the tone and repetition of the line Kirk remembered on the journey to “You
remember the rules, don’t you Captain?” Sarek
asked, taunting. Kirk
glowered, his erection tightening at the teasing. He
stepped into a fighting stance. “You
seem afraid of hurting me,” Sarek said. “I
would not have thought you afraid of anything.”
His voice took on the edge of challenge. Kirk
rounded and Sarek mirrored his moves just out of reach, amazingly agile
with
his hands tied behind his back and still likely rather drunk. “I
doubt a Human could hurt me much though.” Kirk
realized that Sarek was goading him, to get him to cause Sarek more
pain, and
perhaps to subdue him enough to force him to take Kirk into his mouth. “I
think you will be surprised, Sarek, at how much pain this mere Human
can cause
you.” “Humans
have always seemed fragile. Perhaps you
can prove they are not?” Kirk
dove
headfirst into Sarek’s stomach, hearing Sarek’s
‘oomph’ as he impacted. They crashed
into the wooden benches. Sarek was
off-balance still sucking for a breath when Kirk rose to his feet
quickly and
pulled Sarek up and immediately punched him several times in the face
then the
gut, but the punches had little effect and Sarek swung his feet and
toppled
Kirk onto his side. “That
looked a bit painful. Did I hurt you too
much?” Sarek didn’t sound sincere. Kirk
realized he should have never left Sarek unpinned while he was so close
to
consciousness. He had to get on top
again, then Sarek had almost no options with his hands tied. He rolled and played up the pain, not
responding. Sarek quieted his taunts. “Captain?” Sarek
sounded concerned now. That would be his
downfall. Kirk did not respond again and
heard the
tentative steps of the suspicious Vulcan approach.
He added some reasonably good
gurgle-wheezing. He heard Sarek step
closer, then kicked Sarek’s feet out from under him and launched atop
him,
pummeling his face and chest while Sarek tried to squirm free. Sarek
appeared dazed and Kirk, still angry at the taunts as he was sure Sarek
intended, pulled him wobbling to his feet and kneed him between the
legs. Sarek fell to his knees with a groan
and
seemed quite shaken. Kirk felt a little
guilt at the low blow, but he needed control without having to sit on
him. There were too few choices for
keeping a
Vulcan more manageable and the knee to the groin was the most
unexpected, and
with practice, the easiest to minimize damage. Kirk
pulled Sarek up by his hair. “Did I hurt
you, Sarek?” The Vulcan appeared only
half-conscious as Kirk stepped close. His
penis again bobbed near the Vulcan’s lips. “Open
your mouth.” “No,”
Sarek mumbled. Kirk
reigned several more forceful blows to Sarek’s face, then pulled him up
again
by his hair. The penis bobbed again at
his lips. “Open your mouth.”
But Sarek seemed barely aware now. Kirk,
frustrated, grabbed Sarek’s jaw and
shoved his fingers in, prying his mouth open, then stuffed his penis in
as far
as he could, reveling in the wet warmth. Sarek
began to rouse to discover his mouth full, and
Kirk’s hands firmly
entrenched in his hair. As
Kirk noticed Sarek becoming aware, he started to thrust in roughly. His mouth and throat yielded to Kirk’s
member. Kirk could feel the entire
length of Sarek’s mouth as well as the entrance to his throat,
surprised that the
Vulcan wasn’t gagging on his entire length. Sarek
had become compliant finally and Kirk realized that
he had only
needed the required ‘subduing’ to add some pain and humiliation to the
act. Not
that Kirk couldn’t up the ante a little for good measure.
“Look at me.” Sarek
didn’t respond. Kirk was unsure if he
was conscious enough to even understand, and needed to know. “Look at me as I fuck your mouth,
Vulcan. If you don’t, I will hold your
eyes open myself.” The
threat brought compliance – just a stubborn Vulcan, as Kirk had thought. But more than that, Kirk realized, as Sarek
blushed when he met Kirk’s eyes and had trouble meeting them with what
Kirk was
doing. Sarek was embarrassed, likely
humiliated at being forced to watch Kirk’s face as Kirk watched his
penis
disappearing down Sarek’s throat. Kirk
felt shock at how far he had gone, but proud at the same time that he
had
stepped up to the plate and given Sarek all the pain, humiliation and
dominance
necessary to meet his needs. He
began to thrust with abandon, all the while keeping his eyes on Sarek’s. He admired Sarek for not pulling his eyes
from his during the entire deed, until he felt himself about to come
and shoved
himself deep into Sarek’s mouth and throat, watching to make sure he
saw no
panic or signs of choking. Kirk cried
out in ecstasy as he gripped Sarek’s head tight. But
Sarek only swallowed his cum as it shot
into his throat and relaxed into Kirk’s hold, completely compliant. After the last of his penis’ pulsing shots,
he yanked his cock from Sarek’s mouth, shoved him backwards and covered
him
with his body and kissed him deeply, tasting himself. He
swiveled and started to lap at Sarek’s penis that quickly became erect
and gave
Sarek the best blow job Kirk had likely ever given.
Sarek bucked into Kirk’s mouth and moaned as
he came quickly. But Kirk wasn’t
finished. He had never gotten so hard so
many times in his life and realized he had another erection already. Before Sarek could prepare to fight back,
Kirk flipped him over and mounted his backside, sliding in quickly with
the
help of blood and semen from his previous penetration. Sarek
was likely quite battered already since he was bleeding, and with the
rapid
entrance, there was likely enough pain. Kirk
merely rode him once again for the sheer pleasure of
it, though he
did enjoy gripping a handful of Sarek’s hair as he bucked into him. Sarek seemed to relax into the ride,
spreading himself wide to be taken deeply. Pure
animal moans came from both men as Kirk took his time
and thrust
long and rough. When
Kirk finally came, he realized Sarek was already half asleep from
release and
exhaustion. Kirk pulled himself out and
released Sarek’s bindings and rested beside him, thankful they were in
a hot
sauna, so the Vulcan would not get chilled. After
they lay together for a time drifting drowsily in their contentment,
Sarek’s
movement’s awakened Kirk. Sarek seemed
to be gauging the distance to the shower and did not look too ready for
the
attempt. Kirk
looked amused as Sarek noticed he was being watched.
“I think together we can make it,” Kirk said
diplomatically. “You
seem not the worse for wear, actually,” Sarek said, unveiling Kirk’s
attempt to
protect the Vulcan’s ego. He must have
noticed Kirk’s look of guilt at possibly overdoing it.
“You did not hurt me too much.” Then
he remembered his taunting Kirk earlier
and quickly added, “Enough surely, but not too much.” Kirk
smiled at the quickly added addendum. “How
do you feel, now?” “Better
than the last time you asked actually, but quite fatigued," Sarek
admitted. “If it wouldn’t appear
ridiculous, I would consider sleeping like this.” Kirk
chortled. “I can help with a
shower. Walk you there and hold you
while you're inside.” He could see
Sarek’s compulsion to be clean vying with his distaste for such close
contact
in such a personal act. “After
what we just went through, helping you shower seems too intimate?” “More
appearing the invalid,” Sarek admitted. Kirk
shook his head at that. “Who was tied
up? And once I got off you, I certainly
regretted it.” “I
did warn you.” “You
did.” Kirk
stood and leaned over Sarek, who allowed the captain to help him up and
held
him while he stood, still a little wobbly. Together
they made their way to the shower where Kirk set
the water hot
enough that he could just stand it and helped Sarek inside. Kirk
found himself feeling protective of the exhausted Vulcan and realized
that his
feelings had warmed considerably toward the man who had always made him
anxious
before. He had seen Sarek’s needs and
his vulnerabilities likely closer than anyone except for his wife; seen
the
walls he erected tumble down to find similar insecurities, fears, and
wants as
anyone else, but a courage and goodness that outshined such weaknesses. He had always respected and admired the man,
but now he truly cared for him, something he never thought Sarek would
let him
close enough to feel. Sarek
did his best but soon found his exhaustion won out so that he allowed
Kirk to
hold and wash him. Kirk tried to keep
his mind off of the intimate contact that got him aroused again by
focusing on
the beauty of the body as the sandalwood bubbles streamed over and
outlined the
smooth form. Sarek
had only been able to wash his own hair and face, leaving Kirk to start
at his
neck and work his way down. He had
enjoyed running his lathered hands down Sarek’s chest and was
mesmerized with
the close perusal washing his genitals allowed. He
had thought at some point, as he washed Sarek in more
and more
intimate places that he would be stopped, but Sarek either was too
exhausted,
or unaware, or unconcerned. Kirk
had been concerned about Sarek’s rectal bleeding and had wanted to get
it
cleaned and antibiotic foam inserted quickly, but had hazarded that
Sarek would
put such off until he could attend to it himself – a dangerous luxury
with such
an injury. Kirk lathered up his fingers
and slipped them between his buttocks as Sarek’s head lolled on his
shoulder. He slipped them closer and
closer and upon insertion, Sarek flinched but did not protest or
retreat. Kirk thrust his fingers as deep
as possible
and tried to rinse as best he could without equipment designed for such. After
a thorough rinse, he dried Sarek and roused him enough to make their
way back
ensconced in thick salon-type robes he had found hanging in the sauna. He was relieved that there was small but
discreet sensor lights that lit as they passed by, along the entire
path to
Sarek and Amanda’s bedroom door. The
door
slipped open noiselessly and they crossed to the
bed. Amanda was soundly asleep almost
completely underneath the covers, a few auburn and silver waves glinted
about
the pillows. Kirk propped Sarek against
him as he slipped the covers partially aside and eased Sarek down. Sarek seemed to dive headlong into the linen
sheets and fluffy down pillows with a soft crooning sound, as if
forgetting
about the lower half of his body altogether. Kirk
smiled as he hauled the forgotten hips, legs, and
relaxed
attachments into the bed. As if sensing the arrival of her husband, the small lump in the middle of the king-sized bed shifted toward him and a slender arm slipped about his waist. The two lumps merged as Kirk tucked the covers up over Sarek’s neck and shoulder. As Kirk slipped away, a mutual sigh of contentment escaped the bed. With a little further rustling beneath, the robe was ejected and fell to the floor. Kirk slipped out, a smile on his face.
The
sound of waves slipped into his consciousness, as if the morning had
chosen a
soft lapping nudge on his eardrums to gently awaken him.
Next Kirk noticed the enticing scent of
coffee and something grilled with vanilla and remembered Amanda’s
famous
cinnamon-vanilla, ricotta French toast he had heard so much about. She said she had prepared the batter and he
knew
the staff would slip in to clean, cook, restock the storage and ready
stasis
boxes, and set the fire before anyone staying in the household was up. He
happily sought a quick, steaming, real water shower, long enough to
soap up and
pause to use the memory of Sarek’s screaming orgasm for an extended
hand job on
himself, then changed into an old favorite t-shirt and jeans. He paused as he passed by Sarek and Amanda’s
suite, stutter-stepped when he heard Sarek moan, then froze as he
imagined
Amanda down in the kitchen thinking that her husband slept soundly. Thoughts of the anal tears he had been
concerned about made him imagine the Vulcan now feverish with serious
infection, trying to call out for help. He
stepped toward the remodeled antique door, which opened like a real
door but
with modernized silent hinges and latching mechanisms.
He knew Sarek, as any Vulcan, never locked
his doors. He would just peek in to be
sure. No one would ever have to know, if
nothing was wrong. What he hadn’t
thought of, unfortunately, was what he would see if Sarek wasn’t ill. Soon
enough, visual confirmation brought more of a viewing of his error than
expected. Sarek moaned again, more
loudly, but the picture was far more shocking than the audio. In front of him, not ten feet away, Sarek was
atop his wife, mounting her to be exact, and rather exuberantly as Kirk
heard
the slapping of flesh on flesh and the tempo increasing rapidly. Amanda
was moaning also, he realized, as she clutched at her husband’s
buttocks and
pulled him into her. Luckily, neither
seemed
aware enough in their ecstasy to notice him staring agape at them with
a sudden
and full erection at the sight. He
backstepped quietly but quickly out of there. Perhaps
he paused a few moments longer than he should
have, lengthening
his eyeful to a few more thrusts than necessary. He
tried to clear his head of the image, the blush, and attempted to quell
the
bulge in his crotch as he skulked out to the hopefully empty main room. He had thought the blush he would have around
Amanda after his sauna experience would have been enough!
If he had thought Amanda had not been up to a
rambunctious ride by her bondmate, he was sorely mistaken!
He had the impression, from what he had just
seen, that she might have a riding crop hidden somewhere near the
headboard, to
dissuade her husband from a gallop to a cantor. He
stepped down the last of the sweeping stairs to find Spock of all
people at the
table with the San Francisco Chronicle laid out, sipping what appeared
to be
coffee. A fire roared in the large stone
fireplace exuding the scent of cherry wood, which lent a homey feeling
to the
palatial apartment that covered the two full top floors of the large
embassy
building. But his breath was taken by
something he would never have expected. The
sun beamed through the wall of windows, glittering like jewels and
sending
rainbows across the room. Kirk looked
closer and realized that most of the glass was leaded and cut to create
prisms
of light throughout the large room, a breathtakingly beautiful effect
that
suited his top-flight mood as he brazenly threw off his childish
embarrassment,
at least until Sarek and Amanda came down. Without
looking up, Spock answered Kirk’s curiosity. “Sarek
replaced the auto-tinting glass with antique
beveled and leaded
glass he rescued from a local mansion torn down in Kirk
was impressed. The expenditure of time,
effort, and credits must have been extreme; the effect beautiful as
well as
romantic, offering a daily reminder of Sarek’s devotion when they lived
at the
embassy. And tinted windows for Vulcans
on Earth would only be irritating in what was already a cooler, dimmer,
damp
place for them. Spock
looked up with an indeterminate twinkle in his eye that Kirk decided
he’d
rather not know the cause of. Kirk tried
his best not to smile too widely, which was difficult as he realized
that last
night would more than likely not be a one-shot deal.
It would be an interesting hobby coming up
with ideas on how to surprise Sarek and keeping track of his movements
in case
unexpected opportunities arose. After he
was done with Sarek, he could find some excuse for father and son to
spend some
time together. One
big, happy family. He grinned lasciviously
at the prospect that Sarek likely did feel Kirk was doing him a favor. It felt more like Christmas when he’d been a
kid; he would be giddy at the thought of more eves like that! “You
look well-rested,” Spock said with an almost challenging elevated
eyebrow. The twinkle did not dissipate and
Kirk
realized he had never noticed that in the son’s eyes before, only in
the
father’s. Another of the nice genetic
traits, he decided. Perhaps the
reconciliation with his father had finally relaxed him.
Or perhaps Kirk’s new ‘connection’ with Sarek
really did make Spock feel more secure, if only by making Sarek need
and feel
indebted to Kirk, and likely protective of him. Kirk
ignored the soft teasing. It appeared
that Spock fully understood what had occurred the night before, leaving
Kirk to
wonder how. It was easy enough to avoid
eye contact by launching straight for the coffee as he did almost every
morning. “God, I’m starving!” he said,
before he realized how that might be taken and blushed.
Would he ever get past feeling ridiculous
about this whole episode? “Indeed,"
Spock replied, followed by a long pause, likely for effect. “I had been concerned that you would have
difficulty sleeping here -- away from your ship…and your regular
exercise
routine.” Another long pause. Spock
knew that Kirk’s regular exercise routine on shore leave was purely
cardiovascular – fucking the continuous stream of beautiful maidens
that
presented themselves for such. Kirk had
thought momentarily about breakfast to distract himself from giving
himself
away by grinning like an idiot at Spock’s little barbs, but realized he
should
wait for Sarek and Amanda, as Spock was likely doing. Kirk
decided instead to go on the offensive - to call Spock’s bluff. He was tempted to be indiscreet to see
if he
might embarrass Spock, since his first officer had started the subtle
teasing
anyway. “I got plenty of exercise, as
you well know.” He gave his own long
pause as he saw Spock freeze. He so
wanted payback, but decided on mercy instead. “I
must’ve walked miles along the wharves before your
father called.” Spock
looked somewhat abashed at Kirk’s playful vengeance.
“My parents should be down momentarily; I
hear the shower being turned on.” Kirk
almost choked on his coffee. If Spock
heard the shower starting, he had to have heard his parents having sex
only a
matter of minutes earlier. “Then you…” Spock’s
eyebrows climbed and that amused twinkle alighted in his eyes again. Kirk
reconsidered asking anything along those lines. How
would he himself know Spock’s parents were having sex,
unless he
walked in? Then again, Spock likely
heard him pause at their door just when Sarek moaned.
He could have heard him enter his parents’
bedroom and would know he had watched them, at least inadvertently for
a few
startled and excited few too many moments. Had
Spock noticed his blush, or his erection when he came
down the
stairs? Hell, he could’ve heard him
wanking off in the shower just before that! The
reason for his newest erection would be all too clear.
Shit! “Nothing,”
he lied. The last thing he wanted was to
discuss Sarek and Amanda’s sex life with their son.
He felt another light blush and felt like an
adolescent again. “I
heard them almost every day, and night, growing up.”
Spock said calmly. “It is
illogical to deny a body’s required
needs simply because one is a relation. I
am under no illusion that my parents share only a
spiritual connection
but for every seven years.” Kirk
awaited more, resolving to be adult enough not to plug his ears and hum. He sighed, relieved that Spock had kept his
lecture distant, metaphorical, and academic. “And
they are both quite loud," Spock added, hiding what appeared to be a
smile
in his coffee cup. Kirk
sighed more loudly and glared at Spock. Spock
continued, “Visiting diplomats and VIP’s often asked for the room
adjoining my
parents, and neither Sarek nor my mother ever seemed concerned.” “Spock!”
Kirk’s face was flaming; it was going to be hard enough to face them. “I
always wondered if they did not mind that others liked to listen,”
Spock
finished resolutely. Spock's
eyes smiled as Kirk’s eyes closed. He
imagined the steam was burgeoning, ready to blow forth from his ears. Then Kirk smiled at Spock, but his eyes took
on a mischievous glint. Spock
swallowed; he was in for trouble now. “You
know how your father likes his?” he asked crudely. Spock
paled and stood quickly, ready to escape for the kitchen. “Golden
brown,” Sarek piped up from the stairs. Kirk
blanched and turned to face the ambassador, casually dressed in soft,
cream
silk and still imposing. He
stepped close to Kirk, looking amused instead of angry.
Kirk was sure Sarek had heard enough just in
the tone to know what he was really talking about.
“I assume you were referring to my French
toast?” He took Kirk’s mug from him and
Kirk was awaiting polite insistence that he leave.
He had really gone too far, and been caught.
He imagined now being completely cut off from
Spock’s family, if not even Spock! The
seconds dragged by unmercifully as he felt his heart pound. Instead,
Sarek refilled his mug and handed it back. “Enough
cream,” he asked, his eyebrow arching. Kirk
had the strong impression the ambassador was using rather unveiled
innuendo
himself to make a point. “Yes,
I believe so,” Sarek answered himself. “Please
James, it was a long night. Have a seat
and let me serve all of you. It is time
for some small recompense on my part. We
shall talk later of how else I can make
myself available to you.” Kirk
almost choked again, trying to fathom Sarek’s graciousness and sense of
humor. He looked warmly at Kirk as the
captain tried to seat himself. Spock
seemed to have disappeared into the kitchen for no apparent reason. Sarek
sat next to him and leaned close. “Now
you know how I like mine.” Kirk would
swear he saw Sarek smile just as he turned away. “How
do you like yours?” Sarek paused as he
turned back toward Kirk. Kirk
blushed, sincerely hoped Sarek had joined in on the teasing and wasn’t
about to
get his revenge now. “Golden brown.” Sarek
looked content with that. “Do you enjoy
the flavor of raspberry, dark chocolate?” Kirk wasn’t sure
he was talking French toast
or flavored lubes and oils now. “Now,
Sarek, that sounds positively lewd,” Amanda piped up from the stairs as
she
descended. “Stop teasing James.” “We
have fresh raspberries and melted dark chocolate…for the French toast. I will retrieve both along with maple syrup,
butter…and my son.” Sarek looked a
little concerned. “He does take things
too seriously too often.” Sarek
came out with heaping plates of hot French toast and all of the
accoutrements
and settled himself next to Kirk and served him up a steaming pile of
French
toast and brought him the butter, maple syrup, and raspberries as
requested. Amanda
scooted off with Spock to find the orange juice, champagne, and milk. Sarek
slipped his hand into his pocket and handed a SecurCard that looked
blank. Sarek held it a certain way and
asked Kirk to
mirror his hold. Kirk realized just what
was about to happen, as a long series of numbers appeared.
The security had been activated for Kirk and
Sarek to see the numbers and no one else. Sarek
let go. “These are all of my secure
numbers and addresses, as well as security codes for my residences and
offices
galaxy-wide. You may wish to memorize my
personal communicator number.” Kirk
looked surprised at the implicit trust that engendered.
“Call me anytime, whether for yourself or my
son. If ever you have any need, don’t be
afraid to ask. I would feel gratified to
be of service, whether a threat to the galaxy or only a small
frustration, or
lonely night.” Kirk
still stared at the card, not quite believing the parameters he had
actually
been given. Sarek
brushed Kirk’s hand and Kirk looked up into his eyes and saw only
concern. “Are you…well?” Kirk
nodded and cleared his throat. “What
if…” He couldn’t quite fathom how to ask
if that meant a quickie anytime they might both have a few minutes. It sounded so base after how Sarek was
treating him. But
Sarek’s concern changed to amusement again as he looked to Kirk’s lap. Kirk
blushed as he realized his full erection straining against his jeans. “Perhaps
an example might be more convincing?” Sarek
sank to his knees and turned Kirk’s chair to face
him, so that
breakfast and Sarek were both at his disposal equally.
Sarek reached for Kirk’s pants and was about
to unfasten them. “I you’d prefer that I
stop…” “Amanda
and Spock…” Kirk began. “Will
come back after sufficient time,” Sarek said with a bit of a smile. He unfastened Kirk’s fly and his erection
popped out dutifully. Sarek began to
lean into Kirk’s lap, but looked up at Kirk. “Would
you rather I lower my pants and bend over for you?
I will sate your needs however and whenever
you would like. You need only to ask
anytime, now or in the future.” God,
Kirk thought, it was true. Sarek would
submit to him anytime, anywhere, anyhow. Within
reason, he supposed. But
then, maybe not… There were many
boundaries he could test and he had the feeling that Sarek would
surprise him
with what he might allow. He
slipped his hand into Sarek’s hair and pulled him down fully, feeling
his
erection slip across the Vulcans tongue and into his throat. Sarek began to suck and lick him teasingly. The French toast beckoned his stomach, but
his groin overrode that minor detail. Kirk
smiled broadly. He felt at home, as did
his closest friend for the first time in his life.
One big, happy family, with extras. “Never
been better,” he said into the air as
his fingers gripped the thick, wavy hair tightly, forcefully, in
complete
control as the ambassador’s head bobbed in his lap, in complete
submission to
the captain, his dominant he could not refuse.
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