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Perhaps
Kirk was imagining the looks Sarek was giving him at the conference,
but he’d
swear that more than once, he had noticed those dark eyes upon him in
what
seemed a too-long and too-intense gaze, as if he were checking him out. Kirk laughed at that. He
chalked it up to him, and likely Sarek,
getting bored stiff by all of the dignitaries and admirals, so that
Kirk wanted
an excuse to escape. Sarek, likely,
needed to get away from the seemingly polite, but actually piteous
stares he
still received because of Amanda's death a few months back. To
Kirk, Sarek truly did look a little lost among the sea of faces, as if
he had
to remember what he was supposed to be doing, though likely few noticed
him
being slightly off-step because of their own discomfort around him. They had already given their condolences and
so could only think to talk diplomacy and politics. Sarek’s eyes seemed to glaze over as each
approached, and probably his distraction due to his grief kept him from
being
the usual graceful and charming man they were accustomed to. He
saw Sarek disappear onto the balcony, and felt drawn to follow out of
concern,
and at the same time, felt the old familiar reticence.
He had always felt intimidated by the man,
perhaps because he had never gotten to know him well enough. Sarek had always been so reserved and formal
at these functions, Kirk doubted he would loosen up enough to afford
him any
relief from the stale night, but he decided it was even odds for a
better time
either way, and it was getting stuffy inside. Kirk
stepped out and was immediately impressed with the size of the balcony
and the
foliage. He was also surprised that he
could not immediately see Sarek, but realized the man likely needed
privacy,
and so had walked further around. Kirk
walked to the end quietly so not to intrude if Sarek wanted solitude,
but Kirk
reached the end and paused, not having found him. Perhaps
Sarek had walked in the other direction. Kirk
stood in the shadows considering his options,
relieved that
he
wasn't engaged in conversation, when he heard two male voices speaking
softly. One sounded like Sarek; the
other he didn’t
recognize, but the admiral was curious about the urgency of the voices,
and the
tone of irritation on both sides. As he
stepped closer, he was intrigued by the small space they both stood in,
hidden
from view in the thick foliage, except from Kirk’s exact angle. They would have to be only inches apart, and
Kirk was surprised that Sarek would stand so close to any man, even any
woman,
except for Amanda, of course. He listened,
but couldn’t make out much. “No,”
he heard Sarek say rather forcefully. Kirk
heard a scuffle and grew alarmed. He
stepped closer and saw an attractive, tall and muscular Humanoid man
shoving
Sarek against the wall. “Back
off!” Kirk yelled. Surely
Sarek was being threatened. But Sarek was
the one that looked nonplussed,
even disconcerted, by Kirk’s appearance. Kirk
swore he saw Sarek flush slightly, whereas the other
man
only
looked irritated. “So
that’s how it is," the other man said. As
he started to step away, Kirk swore he'd had his hand
on
Sarek’s
groin, but with the robes and the darkness, he couldn’t be sure. He stepped out of the small alcove as he eyed
Kirk up and down. “How
long do you think he’ll keep you around, Admiral?” he asked, and then
looked at
Sarek, “I’m sure I’ll see you around.” The
man walked away. “I’ll
notify security,” Kirk said. “That
won’t be necessary.” “He
assaulted you, sir!” Sarek’s
head shot up at that. “He did no such
thing.” “I
saw…” “He
stepped too close, that is all. Different
species have different comfort zones.” Kirk
stared at Sarek, who held his usual imperturbable expression, but still
looked
strange, as if there was much more that he wasn’t willing to divulge. He seemed to be uncomfortable.
“Did he injure you?” Kirk asked. “Of
course not.” Sarek seemed to recover his
usual equanimity, but something nagged at Kirk – Sarek didn’t look his
calm and
confidant self, and it had been only a matter of months since Amanda’s
death. Kirk felt the need to step in to
protect him, and if he was in danger, would he even tell Kirk? Sarek hadn’t even told his wife about his
heart attacks. Perhaps he felt he would
also be endangering Kirk by telling him. There
were too many possibilities, and Sarek now seemed so
very
alone,
having also pulled away from his t’hy’la and compatriots in
the recent
months, from what Kirk had heard. For
the austere reserve and cold indifference Sarek portrayed, Kirk had
seen the
compassion hiding behind those dark eyes too often.
It seemed as if Sarek sensed this in Kirk,
and tried to abrade and intimidate him with his arrogance and
patronizing
authority to dissuade him of the notion. Kirk
felt as if he was on a see-saw when it came to Sarek;
either he
felt empathy and concern, or the need to cuff him in the mouth. The
man could be even more exasperating than his son, likely due to his
position –
few dared not bend from his stare. T’Pau
had even remarked in a public forum that she feared he may never learn
the
humility he needed. Amanda had said that
her husband was simply used to everyone doing his bidding, but admitted
that,
even on his knees before the great matriarch, Sarek would practice
impudence
toward her. Kirk, himself, had heard the
ambassador, when in a heated debate, show disrespect toward the head of
the
Federation Council and argue regularly with the Federation President. He wondered if anyone could 'put him in his
place.' “Come
to my apartment for a drink then.” Kirk
said it forcefully, barely a question, as if it was a bargain being
made to
forget what he’d seen. He wouldn’t forget
though. Kirk had had enough practice
with another tight-lipped Vulcan, and the father reminded Kirk too much
of the
son. Some things just shouldn’t be
forgotten, and he wouldn’t let the ambassador evade this issue as he
was wont
to do. Ambassador
Sarek looked taken aback at the invitation, and Kirk felt saddened that
he
would be so surprised that Kirk would consider having him by. The ambassador blinked and looked off into
the middle distance and seemed to ponder his options.
He looked back the way the other man had
left, then about at the few Starfleet and diplomatic elite wandering
close to
the rail down the balcony. He stared at
Kirk almost quizzically, with almost a smile, and Kirk had to wonder
what that
was about. “I
would have to say that seems to be the most pleasing option,” Sarek
said. His eyes stared at Kirk with an
intensity
that made Kirk swallow - not angry or curious, but drinking Kirk in. Lustful almost, Kirk thought, and felt
himself lick his suddenly dry lips and swallow at the brief flash of
the
possibility that he would not allow even to manifest into a vision. This was his friend’s father, but he had
heard too many woman and men fantasize about him not to have
sexual
thoughts
intrude into his consciousness. Kirk was
rarely a man who discounted the possibility of sex with an attractive
being. Sarek’s
eyes too often smoldered with what might be indecent thoughts; his full
lips
appeared soft and sensual and often worked to hide a slight devilish
smile. But the glances the man had
shared with his wife were his undoing – they were enough even to make a
human
blush – shining with what was as close to wanton desire as the eyes of
two
sixteen-year-old humans in the back seat of a car, ready to go all the
way. Amanda smiled and laughed far too
much to
have any unmet sexual needs. Then there
were the far-too-common risqué jokes and innuendo that the
ambassador seemed to
enjoy putting everyone off step with, with a straight face and likely
ready
to argue that he meant nothing untoward. He
was obviously a very sexual man, which made Kirk wonder about how he
had met
such needs since his wife’s passing, and then thought again about what
he saw
between the bushes – the man cupping Sarek’s crotch.
What had the man said, ‘How long do you think
he’ll keep you around?’ It had almost
implied they were lovers. Wasn't Sarek
the master of ambiguity, evasiveness, and ‘the less said?’
A prudent practice in his position,
especially if he had other lovers since Amanda or even, Kirk swallowed,
throughout his marriage. ---ooOoo--- As
soon as they arrived at Kirk’s apartment, he stepped toward the com
unit to
notify the authorities. “I
had thought we had resolved that,” Sarek said, sounding a bit
concerned, though
still polite. “I
made no agreement,” Kirk said. He felt a
little thrill at the touch of anxiety in the ambassador’s eyes. Sarek
likely realized he had been hoodwinked by mere implication and his eyes
darkened. “You are impertinent,
Kirk.” The rough and angry tone gave
Kirk more of a start than the accusation. Amanda
had once said that when a Vulcan was irritated have
no
fear, but
when he was angry, he had something to hide. He
had seen this proven true with Spock too many times. “And
you, sir, for all your honor, can be duplicitous.” Sarek
looked surprised. Kirk then saw a flash
of raw fury. “You would play me?” His tone sounded threatening.
It was all too clear to Kirk that Sarek was
not used to disobedience. Kirk
smiled coldly. “You would threaten me?” Sarek
glared. Kirk’s
smile didn’t waver. He felt a rush as he
activated the com unit
and saw Sarek stare at it. “Please,
wait,” Sarek said. The
anger was
gone
just as suddenly as it flared.
Ever
the negotiator, Sarek likely realized that the testosterone war would
only push
Kirk to make the call. After a long
pause, and a dramatic promenade across the living room to gaze out at
the view,
his face softened, his eyes warmed, and his tone came out quiet and
silky,
almost caressing. “I fear I must be
candid with you, James, to save us both unnecessary grief.” Kirk
marveled at the transformation, more so at its effect on him because he
knew
exactly what Sarek was doing. Their jobs
weren’t all that different, and after meeting the ambassador, Kirk had
studied
him, and his effective techniques were taught at the academy even when
Kirk had
attended, but it was so much more impressive in person.
Kirk couldn’t help but think the man would
have made a wonderful stage actor. Kirk
only crossed his arms to which Sarek frowned slightly.
Body Language 101 in your face, sir, he
thought without smiling, though he had to fight his urge to. “What
you thought of as an assault was truly a misunderstanding,” Sarek said. “I
had thought you one not to repeat yourself, sir.” “The
advance was expected to be better received.” Sarek
stared at Kirk now. Kirk
was starting to get irritated. “This is
not the time for your usual ambiguity, unless you want to explain it to
the
police. I was a witness, after all.” “The
advance was not unexpected…” Now
Kirk was frosted. “Sir, I can understand
your influence, but I doubt the authorities would sweep an assault on
you under
the rug. You have been a target of far
worse too often.” “He
had reason to believe I would be…agreeable.” Sarek
looked distinctly uncomfortable. Kirk
stood confused momentarily, until the light struck and his eyebrows
rose. “It
was personal,” Sarek added. “He
was your…” Kirk didn’t not want to say
“lover” due to the connotations, especially with Amanda’s death being
so fresh
and likely still quite painful for Sarek. The
thought of Sarek with a male sexual partner sent his
mind
places
that were very distracting – imagining positions he saw the ambassador
in and
feeling himself warm to the images as his penis started to stiffen. It was difficult enough, at least
intellectually, accepting Sarek with another woman, let alone another
man. “Consort,
yes.” Sarek turned away. “Oh,”
Kirk said, now feeling embarrassed for grilling Sarek, though the
adrenaline
rush had felt good; standing up to and battling him had been
exhilarating. He almost felt as if he was
in some sort of
pissing contest with him, which was ridiculous because he admired and
respected
him very much. It was an odd combination
– liking and caring for the man, but also being easily angered by and
feeling
the need to 'one up' him. In
his discomfort, he went for the scotch, feeling that they would likely
both
need one. Sarek accepted a stiff glass,
to Kirk’s surprise, and he eyed him with a little more concern. “I
have been...lonely,” Sarek said with difficulty, his voice barely
audible. “Sir,
you’ve more than explained the circumstances. I
only wish I hadn’t put you in such an uncomfortable
position.” “That
is my point,” Sarek said. “My position
of discomfort has not lessened in the least.” Kirk
looked confused. Sarek usually had less
trouble saying what he wanted; he was usually overly direct and
precise, if
anything. “I
have been…frustrated,” Sarek said very pointedly. His
eyebrows rose as he stared at Kirk. He
looked both uncomfortable and bemused at
the same time. Kirk
was completely lost now and realized he was tired of standing, but that
Sarek
had not even taken off his travel robe. This
might be a long night, he thought with regret. At
least they could be comfortable. “Please,
take off your robe and sit.” It was
difficult enough being at ease with
this man. “I
would rather not,” Sarek said quietly, clearly flushing slightly and
not
meeting Kirk’s eyes. He tossed back the
entire glass of Scotch, as if needing the distraction of the alcohol. Kirk
suddenly realized why Sarek hadn’t taken off his robe, and why he was
standing
oddly – his shoulders stooped, his arm draped slightly in front. He felt himself blush. Sarek
was alternately looking at Kirk and away. He
had thought it embarrassment, and now was starting to
wonder. “Surely
enough time has passed since…that encounter…” He
cleared his throat, glad to have avoided the first
words that
came to
mind – fondling...groping. “Yes.”
Sarek seemed even more uncomfortable now. With
a start, Kirk realized that he was the cause of Sarek’s discomfort, and
felt his face heat again. At the same
time, he got a bit
turned on, then felt embarrassed at his seemingly Pavlov reaction to a
handsome
male wanting him so obviously. “Forgive
me,” Sarek said. “I should leave.” His eyes found Kirk’s and the smoldering lust
was so clear in them that he felt his own erection tightening and
willed it
away as best he could. Kirk
swallowed. “Don’t be silly.
I’m flattered. Many consider
you attractive, Sarek. Women, and men,
stare at you
all the time.” He could not help
remembering how they
scanned his body, focusing on his groin, his ass, his face, and chest. It had always embarrassed Kirk.
He
forced himself not to look at Sarek’s erection, though he felt
his
breath
quicken at the thought that he had given Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan a
hard-on
to beat all. Kirk almost wished they were both plastered and could ride
each
other with abandon all night long, as he heard Vulcans could, then
kicked
himself for allowing such a sordid thought. He
cleared his throat because he couldn’t think what else
to do. “And
how do you see me, James?” Sarek asked,
his eyebrow arching. Kirk
swallowed and stared hard at the scotch he hadn’t touched and wished he
had
now. “Spock’s father.
Amanda’s husband. Ambassador
Sarek
of Vulcan.” Kirk looked bewildered at how
to explain. “Would
the release of my trappings help?” Suddenly
Sarek’s clothes dropped away in what seemed like
a
sweep of one
hand, and he was beautiful, with an impressively large erection. Kirk’s mouth dropped open in shock, then
realized he was staring at this man unabashedly – at this beautiful
naked man
in his living room – and felt himself harden at the sight.
He then felt guilt at ogling Spock’s father,
Amanda’s husband, the Ambassador Extraordinaire, who was naked and
horny as
hell in the middle of his living room. Sarek
stared Kirk in the eye; his cool and reserved expression seemed to
crack with a
smidgen of vulnerability and humility. “Would
you like me on my knees, James?” he asked quietly.
His expression allowed the faintest quirk of
a smile. Kirk
felt shock at the thought that this proud man would offer such, but
felt his
erection fully harden at the offer. He
took several seconds to recover, but it seemed Sarek needed to prove
his
seriousness as he stepped close, unfastened Kirk’s pants and, before
Kirk could
believe it, Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan was on his knees before him
thoroughly
licking and sucking his penis and fondling his balls.
Kirk felt himself harden as much from the
power of the man on his knees fellating him, as by the quality of the
blowjob,
which was fabulous. He
had thought to end this bizarre and ridiculous scenario before it began. He wanted to stop Sarek immediately, but the
teasing and sucking felt incredible, and he was already imagining where
he
wanted to put his erection. If Sarek
wanted or needed sex with him this badly, Kirk was going to ram it up
his
ass. He doubted Sarek had ever been a
receiver; he was just too dominant, but that made Kirk even more
excited. He wondered if Amanda ever played
with her
husband’s hole, though Sarek had once implied that he would refuse his
wife
nothing in their privacy in a joke that put the senior officers in
choking fits
at dinner once. Amanda didn’t seem the
type, so he imagined that Sarek was a virgin there and the thought of
being the
first man to take the ambassador almost made him come.
He had to stop Sarek’s ministrations. Kirk
had found himself running his fingers through Sarek’s thick, wavy hair. The look of his usually-perfect hair mussed,
and his dark eyes staring up at Kirk empty of their usual glint and
caginess,
so that they looked only submissive and hopeful. Just
seeing this man who had always
intimidated him below him, beneath him, on his knees, awaiting Kirk’s
pronouncement,
made it clear what Kirk really desired of the ambassador.
“I want to take you,” Kirk said roughly,
snaring Sarek’s eyes and holding them. Sarek
looked surprised. “I have never
been…taken.” Kirk
felt his penis jump at the admission. “I
hadn’t thought so.”
“Perhaps…”
Sarek began, looking the cagey negotiator again “No,”
Kirk said, and swallowed at the risk that Sarek might walk before
playing the
submissive, now that Kirk wanted him so, but the incredible opportunity
may
never arrive again. Sarek would likely
never be at such a disadvantage again in Kirk’s presence; he would
likely never
be so sexually vulnerable. He had to
risk Sarek walking, to have all of him. “I
need to even the teams up,” he said, wondering if Sarek would get the
metaphor. Sarek
almost smiled. “You feel I am…‘too big
for my britches’.” Kirk
almost laughed at the colloquialism, likely learned from Amanda. “In more ways than one.” Kirk
glanced at Sarek’s still impressive
erection, which had to be getting awfully uncomfortable, thereby giving
Kirk a
strong edge in this negotiation. Sarek
flushed a little at that, which surprised Kirk. Undoubtedly,
Kirk wasn’t the first to wrestle Sarek’s intimidating presence, if
Sarek
immediately understood why Kirk wanted his usual role reversed. But Kirk might be the first to win the battle
to take him. Sarek had already begun the
process of ‘evening the teams’ by stripping first, dropping to his
knees and
servicing Kirk with the risk of rejection still hanging over him. And it didn’t appear that Sarek’s erection
would be leaving him anytime soon. “Will
I be allowed also to take you?” Sarek
asked, still dignified in his nakedness and full arousal. Kirk
smiled at the ambassador negotiating sex. “Eventually.”
“Where
would you like me?” Sarek asked, his
eyes glittering. “The
picture window, first.” Kirk reached
down and stroked the ambassador’s cock. Sarek
closed his eyes and a barely perceptible moan escaped.
When Kirk released him, Sarek started back
across the living room and realized he still had his boots on. He looked surprised, then eased them off
along with his socks in the middle of the living room. Kirk
tried not to laugh at the ambassador’s single-mindedness.
“I will be gentle,” Kirk said as he followed,
trying not to sound patronizing. Sarek
caught his eye and almost smiled. “Somehow
I doubt that, but I will be grateful,
nonetheless.” “I
imagine you will.” Kirk leaned in and
caught those full, soft lips he’d heard so many fantasies about. They were as inviting as everyone thought
they would be. He shoved his tongue as
far in as he could, feeling the lust and aggression compete within him
at the
thought that he was about to have – to take – Ambassador Sarek of
Vulcan. It would be a long night, he
thought
blissfully. He
collected the lubricant from the bedroom and then watched as Sarek
stood facing
the almost floor-to-ceiling windows completely naked.
Kirk would take Sarek first to guarantee that
the Vulcan would cooperate fully with the expectation of his own
release. He imagined that the windows
weren’t
automatically reflective and that those in other buildings could see
the
beautiful, naked Vulcan with his huge erection ready to get stuffed
like a
Thanksgiving turkey by an admiral. He
imagined what they might see and started to get a little too primed. Sarek
stared out at the view, seemingly oblivious of his nakedness. Then
Kirk had an even better idea and directed Sarek to bend over his desk
facing
the window. Sarek
looked at the desk covered with official papers. “We
should remove these first.” Kirk
smiled. “No, I want you to lay on
them.” Starfleet and Federation emblems
were scattered all over. Ambassador
Sarek’s imprint was better than any one of them, he couldn’t help but
think. Sarek
looked quizzically at him. “Bend
over,” Kirk ordered with authority, to which Sarek raised his eyebrows
and
complied. “Yes,
sir,” he said with a trace of amusement. Hearing
Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan say that, watching him immediately obey, and
seeing
him draped completely submissive and willing over his desk, hardened
Kirk so
that he realized he would have to force himself to be more gentle than
he
really wanted to be. Kirk perused the
beautiful body awaiting him. “Spread
your legs.” He caught himself almost
saying ‘sir’ and found that amusing in this context. He
would swear that Sarek’s breathing had already quickened, he wondered
if it was
from lust or anxiety, and realized either would please him. He felt a little guilty at that realization. Why did Sarek bring out such aggression in
him? Perhaps it was simply the
opportunity to dominate the most dominant male he had ever met. He
imagined Spock calling at that moment, and what Kirk would say. ‘I’m about to fuck your father, Spock, can I
call you back after?’ His pulse
quickened at the thought of it. He
looked at the desk lamp and realized the extra light would give him a
reflection of Sarek’s face off the window and doubted Sarek would
realize
it. This was starting to feel like
shooting ducks in a barrel. As
he distracted Sarek by slipping an oiled finger between his cheeks to
his
virginal orifice, he turned the desk lamp on. Sarek
didn’t seem to notice or realize the physics of it
at the
moment,
which amused Kirk since he was a physicist as well as a diplomat, and
was
rewarded with a clear view of Sarek’s expression on the window only
inches
away. He noticed the slight frosting
from Sarek’s breath as Kirk began to fondle the area he would soon
penetrate. Sarek shuddered and a soft
moan escaped. Kirk’s
eyebrows rose at that and he smiled. Sarek
was already enjoying Kirk’s efforts. This
might be a quicker introduction than he'd thought.
He massaged Sarek about his
anal region, teasing close to the entrance. Kirk
noticed that each time he neared it Sarek tensed, but
he
also
curved up toward the finger. “Just
relax. Breathe deeply.” Kirk
caressed Sarek’s beautiful ass, and couldn’t help but taste the
offering. He dropped to his knees and
licked his
well-shaped mounds. He heard Sarek’s
breath catch; he hadn’t expected that! Sarek
smelled and tasted of sandalwood and perhaps a touch
of
nutmeg and
cinnamon. Kirk lowered himself further
and fondled Sarek’s soft, taut balls. Another
sharp intake of breath from above. He
leaned in to lick them and heard another
soft moan. “Spread
your legs further,” Kirk ordered. He
pushed between Sarek’s legs, trailed his tongue up the soft inner
thigh, and
felt Sarek shudder. Kirk had read up on
Vulcan erotica out of curiosity, and knew that the longer he delayed,
the
stronger the orgasm would be. He wanted
to see if he could get Sarek to cry out for his efforts later when he
finally
let him climax. Kirk
slipped a testicle into his mouth and fondled it with his tongue. He felt Sarek shudder again.
Sarek’s responses were getting Kirk a little
too hot, and while he knew that Sarek could stay hard and climax almost
any
number of times, humans weren’t so lucky. He
would only have a few goes at Sarek and wanted to make
the
best of
them. Also, just because Sarek was being
so amenable now, didn’t mean he would after he had some release himself. This might be a fairly limited ride once
Sarek wasn’t so frustrated. Kirk
was too excited about the opportunity of taking Sarek and focused back
on his
beautiful ass and the massage of his entrance. He
started to slip one finger in and felt Sarek tense.
He was hot inside and Kirk gently pumped the
one finger in and out in an easy, measured tempo until he felt Sarek’s
breathing accelerate again and felt him move onto the finger in return,
but Kirk’s
aggression started to get the better of him again and, without warning,
he
shoved two fingers inside. Sarek jerked
at the further intrusion. “Sorry,”
Kirk said. “Did I hurt you?”
His voice still did not sound sincere. “Of
course not,” Sarek replied a little breathlessly. He
knew Sarek would be too proud to admit Kirk had hurt him even slightly. He
felt the aggression take hold again and with a little guilt, he shoved
three
fingers in abruptly and with a little more force. Sarek
jerked again at the intrusion and let out the slightest gasp; his
breathing
grew heavier. He
felt Sarek relaxing enough for entry, yet not enough for comfort. He wanted to take him now, but didn’t want to
end any possibility of another go like this. “I
should prepare you more, but…” “Do
what you desire,” Sarek ordered gruffly. Kirk
wasn’t sure if Sarek was irritated because he realized Kirk had enjoyed
the bit
of pain he'd caused, or if he was just getting very frustrated, but
the
permission egged Kirk so that he couldn’t help using it to rationalize
his
desire to thrust himself into the tight and unready entrance. He thrust his three fingers in as he oiled
his cock for entrance. He stared at
Sarek’s reflection – his mouth half open, gulping for breath as he
steamed the
lower half of the window. Sarek’s eyes
were closed. Kirk
watched that face as he poised his erection and moved it against where
his
fingers were entering. In one smooth
movement, he thrust himself into Sarek and watched the slight wincing
in his
face, as his eyelids fluttered then opened to see Kirk staring him in
the face. Kirk blushed at being caught. “Are
you enjoying watching your lamb, Kirk?” “You’re
hardly the lamb, Sarek.” “I
would not wish for you to limit your enjoyment of any aspect of this,
Kirk. It does us both good to take what we
can of the other.” Kirk
felt himself blush at the realization that Sarek understood his
aggressive
needs toward him. “I should have been
gentler.” “You
obviously needed to exercise your aggression with me.” “I'm sorry,”
Kirk said, but even as he said it, he felt the desire to
take Sarek
roughly now that he had entered – to pound into him. “Do
what you will with my body, Kirk. I
understand the impulse very well.” Kirk
realized that the ambassador did; he could imagine Sarek, with his
intensity,
pounding himself into his male consort he’d left behind.
Sarek's
eyes met Kirk’s as the admiral thrust into him. Kirk
felt himself growing more aggressive. He
remembered when he had met Sarek and how he had snubbed Spock – and
thrust
harder. He remembered when Sarek had
launched the Tellarite into the bulkhead and only seemed vaguely
pleased with
himself when Kirk confronted him – and thrust harder yet.
He remembered Sarek refusing to discuss his
meditations with Earthmen in his haughty tone – and thrust even harder. He
felt as if his vengeance for all the irritations he had felt toward the
ambassador were wrapped up in his erection that was now pounding into
the Vulcan
harder than he should. He wondered how
hard he could slam himself into Sarek before his stubbornness
would
recede to allow him to ask Kirk for mercy, until he realized he had
heard Sarek
moan louder. He slowed and thrust more
gently. “Don’t
stop!” Sarek rasped. “That was not from
pain!” Kirk
grinned at the thought of Sarek getting so hot by being taken roughly
and
complied, thrusting harder than he would have thought safe, but feeling
Sarek
brace himself and push back into Kirk, eliciting another loud moan. All of the papers and desk implements shifted
and jumped about the desk until most fell to the floor. But
Kirk wanted even more. He laid himself
upon Sarek, feeling the man’s body rocking with his pounding. He reached for that wavy, thick hair, slipped
his fingers into it, and grabbed it tightly. He
slipped his hand to the meat of Sarek’s ass and buried
his
nails into
it. He used this new leverage to thrust into Sarek even harder. He
rammed himself into Sarek twice more before he came, crying out as he
buried
his nails into Sarek’s ass, surely bruising, if not cutting it. He could not even describe the feeling of
coming inside Sarek as he thrust as deeply as he could.
The feeling of having just fucked Spock’s
father, Amanda’s husband, and the Ambassador Extraordinaire was an
extraordinary rush. He would never see
the Vulcan’s face on the holo, or on a magazine, or in the council
chambers, or
giving a speech without remembering how he fucked him hard against his
desk in
front of the picture windows – how he had deposited his seed within
this man so
many thought so impressive and untouchable. He
had just mightily fucked the mighty Ambassador Sarek of
Vulcan and,
God, how he had enjoyed it! He
awaited the last of his climax and took a few deep breaths to recover
before
slipping up to the side of Sarek’s neck just under his ear. He sucked and bit the tender flesh in a place
difficult to conceal. He felt Sarek
tense slightly at the pain and the realization that Kirk intended to
mark him
for others to see. He surely left a
bruise from the force he had used, if not marks from his teeth. It amused him to think what others might
think. He doubted Sarek would try to
conceal it with any sort of cosmetic or even attempt to explain it
away. He would just glare if anyone
actually had the
nerve to mention it, and dare them in that way of his, to pursue it. He
ordered Sarek to the bedroom to lie on the bed, where Kirk finally
lowered his
mouth over Sarek’s engorged penis. He
teased at first with little licks about the head, watching Sarek
breathe hard
and writhe. As Kirk slipped his lips
about the head, Sarek couldn’t help but thrust into his mouth. Kirk had predicted this and backed away
quickly. He licked a line from the head
to the balls, and Sarek’s breath caught. As
Kirk’s fingers loosely clutched at Sarek’s penis; Sarek
started to
thrust into that hand. “Please,
James, no more teasing, I can climax often.” Kirk
smiled. He had expected this
argument. “But you won’t be this
frustrated
again.” Sarek’s
back arched as Kirk brushed his fingertips just under his balls. “Is this more of your need for aggression –
to see me suffer so?” His voice was
choked with passion and pain. “Your
suffering will be ameliorated by a substantial orgasm.” Sarek
looked Kirk in the eye. “Is it the
substantial orgasm you want for me…or an uncontrolled display of
ecstasy from
me for yourself?” “I
would be happiest with both, sir.” Kirk
smiled at the bit of formality that made their positions seem even more
absurd
and erotic. “Then
I believe you will be happy with what you’ll receive by giving me my
release
now.” Ever
the negotiator. Kirk smiled.
“Very soon, Ambassador, if you cooperate
fully.” “Yes,
sir,” Sarek said. Kirk did not hear any
humor in the tone this time, only resignation and immense frustration,
and
wondered if this might be Sarek’s offer of humility and submission for
a
hopeful earlier release. Kirk
grabbed Sarek beneath his thighs and hiked him up for better access
further
down. He sucked on each testicle again,
then traced a line with his tongue to beneath them, lapping at the area
thoroughly and feeling Sarek squirming and moaning.
His last assault would be where he began.
He
trailed licks down to his sphincter and
rimed him lightly. Then Kirk heard a
sound that he had never thought he would hear from any Vulcan,
especially
Sarek. Perhaps he imagined it, but he would swear, on his last thorough
rim with
his tongue, Sarek actually gave the slightest whimper.
At that point, Kirk decided that maybe he had
pushed Sarek too long and too far. He
was about to allow Sarek his release, but that possible whimper gave
Kirk such
an intense thrill that it seemed to reach down and pluck up his penis
at the
same time it gave him a rush of adrenaline. He
would never have so much power over this man as he had
now. He smiled coldly. “Ambassador?” He loved the formality as he held this man
almost upside down with his genitals splayed in Kirk’s face, completely
frustrated and vulnerable, while Kirk teased his hole. There
was a pause, likely as Sarek considered the odd formality and perhaps
embarrassment at his undignified position while receiving it. Kirk
smiled at Sarek’s discomfort. “Yes,
James?” Sarek’s sounded apprehensive. “How
much do you want me to give you release?” “Very
much, James,” “What
would you do to convince me?” Kirk
smiled widely now. There
was a pause again. “What would you have
me do, James?” “Perhaps
if you begged…” “I
beg of you, James, please, release me…” Kirk
felt his erection tighten. He was ready
to take Sarek again already, and decided that he would take Sarek with
his legs
over his shoulders next, and have him keep his eyes open so Kirk could
watch
him while he fucked him. He would stare
into that face for every ounce of expression he could glean. He gave the sweet orifice another slow, wet
rim and felt Sarek shudder and moan loudly. “Please,
James, please release me, I beg of you.” Sarek’s
voice sounded so reedy and strained. Kirk
believed his begging now and smiled at
his conquest of Sarek’s pride and authority. With
a last soft kiss there, he let Sarek’s legs back down and readied
himself to
give the man the release he had sought for so long. Realizing
Sarek only wanted to come as quickly as possible this first time, he
grabbed
the taut penis with his mouth and hand, while he poised his finger to
enter him
again. He drove his mouth down rapidly
as he squeezed what couldn’t fit into his mouth. At
the same time he thrust his finger as
deeply as he could into him. “Oh,
James,” Sarek cried out in surprise and relief, as he bucked in time to
Kirk’s
final onslaught. Kirk watched as Sarek’s
back arched and his head thrashed. His legs kicked and shuddered; his
whole
body became tight and still, shivering with the build-up, readying for
climax. His fingers gripped Kirk’s hair
as he tried to speed up the pace in his fervor. His
breathing grew ragged, and the moans escaped one after
another as
his neck arched tightly. Sarek
was so very close that Kirk felt himself grow even harder watching the
man
tighten and shiver all over, his mouth open, gasping, ready to cry out. Finally, he found his climax and also gave
Kirk what he had been hoping for – a cry so loud and long it startled
even him. He smiled as he imagined the
neighbor’s
recognizing Sarek’s distinctive voice in so obviously a sexual release. Sarek’s body shook and he came into Kirk’s
mouth again and again, tasting slightly of cinnamon and nutmeg as he
had heard
it would. He moaned loudly as he came
down, his body shaking violently, then shuddering again, jerking every
now and
then. Kirk
smiled at the spent, limp body of the eminent ambassador sprawled over
his bed,
and smiled. He wished he could have a
holo of this view for his desk, titled “Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan,
well-fucked by
James Tiberius Kirk." He played
with the idea of installing a holo camera in his ceiling,
well-concealed. He would have liked this
whole
scenario
holoed for later viewing. This would be
something else he would also always be reminded of when he heard the
ambassador’s name, saw his image, or heard his voice – his taste as he
came in
his mouth, and the loud, long cry he drew from him for his efforts. Kirk
lay his body upon the length of Sarek’s and felt their bodies vibrate
with the
force of his pounding heart. He looked,
concerned, into Sarek’s eyes. Sarek
looked back, faintly amused. “That is a
normal rhythm for what you just put me through.” Kirk
let his relief show. “I
don’t know that I will ever understand you, James.
I felt you wanted to hurt me, yet you are
afraid for me now.” “I
admit to both, and don’t quite understand it either,” Kirk said. He looked down into Sarek’s eyes under him
and enjoyed this perspective. He grabbed
Sarek’s wrists and held them tight above his head.
“I would like to tie you up sometime, and
tease you unmercifully.” Sarek’s
eyes darkened with passion as he swallowed.. “I
feel the need to dominate you because you are so dominant yourself, I
think. It is as if you never doubted that
you should be on top. “I
am not on top now, James. In fact, you
have dominated me since you interrupted me on the balcony.” Kirk
blushed at what he must have interrupted. The
man had wanted Sarek right there and then, and Sarek
had
likely
spurned him, completely in control and most likely enjoying it. He couldn’t help but wonder if Sarek would
let him take him somewhere more risky, where there might be a chance of
discovery. “You
can take me again, James,” Sarek said to Kirk’s surprise.
“You only need ask and I will submit.”
Kirk
stared in shock at what Sarek offered him. He
saw Sarek’s breathing increase its tempo as he stared
at him below. He felt that same rush at
the
thought of taking Sarek again. He would
not be so rough, unless Sarek wanted that. He
looked at the man whose wrists he still clasped in his
hand. Sarek
did not fight the imprisonment, in fact, seemed to relish it. He looked content beneath Kirk, his eyes
glittering with excitement and lust. “I
will submit to you, sir, anytime, anywhere. Do
with me as you wish. I
will do
whatever you ask.” Kirk
realized that Sarek had finally been 'put in his place,' but,
ironically,
he was
quite content there. The End |