"Spock, how about a game of chess later on, in my quarters?" Captain Kirk, sitting back in a relaxed fashion in his command chair on the Enterprise bridge, smiled at his First Officer who stood by his side, the way he so often did.

"Of course, Captain. What time would suit you?" Spock asked amiably. He enjoyed those games of chess immensely; not that he would ever admit to an emotion such as enjoyment in front of his human comrades. The captain knew, of course.

"Oh, how about at 21:00?" Kirk crossed his legs and let one foot swing back and forth casually, foregoing bridge discipline. He considered it his privilege on this bizarre day with the Klingons and their *friends*, the tribbles. "That okay with you, Spock?"

"Indeed, Captain. I will be there." Spock turned and took his position at the science station as per usual.

Kirk couldn't help feeling amused at his ever-professional Vulcan friend. Spock was not in the least phased by events such as those that had transpired today. Well, he had a little surprise for him. One that was bound to illicit some kind of reaction, if he knew his second-in-command as well as he thought he did.

At 21:00 precisely, Mr Spock arrived at the door to his captain's quarters. Before he had the chance to use the doorchime, the door swished open.

Raising a surprised eyebrow, Spock inquired of the man standing in front of him, "Captain, how did you know I was here?"

"I know you, Spock. No one on this ship will ever live to see the day that you're late for an appointment." Kirk smiled facetiously. He moved back from the door and allowed entry. "Come on in, Spocks. Don't be shy."

"Pardon me, Captain?"

"You look confused, Spock. What's the matter?" Kirk moved back from the door and unseen by the Vulcan, who had his back turned to him, he engaged the door lock.

"I am confused, Captain. For one thing, I do not consider myself to be shy. Secondly, I have to admit to being baffled by your unusually casual appearance. And then - Spocks?!?"

The Vulcan had walked a little further into the room and turned. He studied his captain for a moment; long enough to take in that his commanding officer was wearing non-regulation pajamas made from golden silk and a flowing golden silk bathrobe to match.

Noticing the appraisal, Kirk smiled and held up one sleeved arm as if inspecting the luscious material for the first time. "Just thought I'd slip into something comfortable. As for your shyness, there'll be plenty of opportunity for you to disprove that." Kirk smiled at a private joke, quite obviously enjoying Spock's reaction to his ambiguous statement - a gaping mouth that had nothing smart to reply. He continued while he was ahead. "Now, I have a confession to make..." He paused dramatically.

"Continue, Captain." Spock's hands had met behind his back and he began to fathom that this was not going to be anything like their usual chess evenings together.

Kirk felt uncertain about how to make his idea sound appealing to his stern Vulcan friend. He gathered himself, took a deep breath, and said, "How about no chess tonight?"

"I see. Of course, Captain, if something else has... come up."

Spock was already on his way to the door, but Kirk got hold of his arm just before he reached it, preventing the discovery that it had been locked. "No!" And then more casually, "No, that's not it, Spock. I thought we'd play something else. How about it?" Kirk gave his First Officer his most charming smile.

"Captain, if you tell me what it is you wish to play, it will be easier for me to determine whether or not I would be partial to the game."

Kirk sighed deeply. "Oh, Spock!"

"Yes, Captain?"

"Call me Jim, for heaven's sake. We're off duty." The captain made a decision and, tightening his grip on the Vulcan's arm, he began to maneuver him towards the table setting. As opposed to its usual barren state, the plain wooden table was now topped with a small round lace cover and a thick black candle inside a golden holder. Next to that, a teapot on a heating element.

"Tea?" Kirk lifted the large round pot off the table and poured some of the steaming, aromatic liquid into the mugs that had been arranged on opposite sides of the table.

"Vulcan spice tea?" Spock was clearly taken aback. He had never known his friend to be a tea connoisseur. But he was pleased nonetheless.

"Yes. I have some stowed away for special occasions." Kirk set down the pot and took a seat, pointing towards the other chair.

Spock sat down, frowning. He clearly had a question on his mind. "Jim, what *is* the occasion?"

The captain considered for a moment and decided that it was time he gave his Vulcan friend a hint. "You are, Spock."

"Excuse me?"

"I have a little something for you I think you might enjoy."

The Vulcan's face became even more severe. "I am not prone to enjoyment as you understand it, Jim. You are aware of this."

"Ah, but I happen to know that you *do* enjoy what I have for you." Triumphantly, Kirk took a sip from his steaming cup. "I have to ask you to do something first, though."

"And what would that be?" Spock became suspicious.

"Go and sit on the bed and close your eyes. I have to get the surprise and it won't work if I let you see it too soon." Kirk shifted in his seat, unable to contain his childlike excitement.

"Jim, this is highly uncharacteristic for you."

James Kirk cocked his head in a pleading gesture, hoping that Spock could no more resist it than anyone else. He was proven correct.

"Very well, I will do it." Spock stood and moved to the bed at the other end of the room. He sat down on the edge of it, closing his eyes.

"Right, let the fun begin." Kirk walked to the chest of drawers near the bed and opened an already slightly ajar drawer. He retrieved two small objects and moved towards his friend.
"Keep your eyes closed, Spock. I'm going to give you something."

"Yes, Captain." Spock settled a little more comfortably and stretched out his hands. Something warm and soft was placed in them. He kept his word and did not open his eyes despite a very human curiosity arising in him. "It is purring, Jim."

"That's right. I noticed you liked them, even if you wouldn't admit it, so I kept two of them." Kirk smiled down at the man on his bed and awaited a reaction. When none was forthcoming, he added, "You can open your eyes now."

Spock did so and his suspicion was proven correct. "Jim, tribbles?" He raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "After the difficulty we have had in removing them from the ship?" Then he realized what else the captain was implying. "I *like* them?"

"Yes, and don't even bother to deny it. I saw your expression when you were standing in the rec room earlier today, stroking one of them. It was all over your face. You find it as soothing as the rest of us to hold these little things." Kirk sat down next to the Vulcan and looked at him.

"I suppose..." Spock, speaking in a slur, had already inadvertently begun to stroke over the soft fur of the tiny creatures that were now resting on his lap. Their soft trilling was doing its trick on his nervous system almost instantly, but he wasn't sure what the captain had hoped to achieve with this. "Jim? Why...?"

"You are the most intelligent creature under my command, Spock. I think you can guess." A hand came to rest gently on Spock's own which was moving over one of the tribbles.

Surprised, the Vulcan looked at his captain - the smile playing around the full lips was unmistakable. "Jim, am I to understand that you..."

"Yes, Spock. How about it?" Flushed and excited, Kirk shifted closer to his friend, hoping he wouldn't make him run for his life. He waited for a breathless moment.

An almost non-existent nod gave him the reassurance he needed. He picked up the smaller, white tribble and held it up against the Vulcan's cheek. It purred happily. "What does that feel like, Spock?" A mere whisper.

"I... it is rather pleasant." The beautiful black eyes closed lazily as the tribble worked its charm. Spock felt his breathing slow down and he dared not move. "Jim..."

"Yes, Spock. Just tell me what you want." Kirk was more than eager to please. He had wanted to get his First Officer into this state and onto his bed for such a long time. He would have to remember to send Cyrano Jones a large stash of Romulan Ale... in the morning.

"It is a relaxing sound."

"Yes. How does it feel against your skin?"

"Very... nice... and... soft." The Vulcan found that it was becoming harder and harder to talk, now that the captain had begun to move the tribble down his cheek and over the sensitive skin of his neck. The tiny animal seemed made for the task, snuggling up against the slightly flushed green skin. "Ooh!"

The soft exclamation tugged at Kirk's heartstrings, and he couldn't hold back any longer. "Spock..." With his free hand, he pulled the Vulcan close.

Setting the tribbles down on the bed, he was able to touch the classical, angular face.
Soft fingertips brushed over a lightly flushed cheek and then his hand closed around the slim neck, pulling the Vulcan in for a soft kiss. With playful nibbles at the others' lips, Kirk made that elegantly curved mouth open slightly, allowing his own tongue to go and play.

Moaning softly, Spock gave in to that incredibly tender intrusion. They kissed for a long time.

Then the captain helped his friend out of the tunic and black T-shirt, and for a moment, he merely reveled in the sight of that slightly furred skin he had so long wanted to touch. While touching his lips to Spock's heaving chest, he took hold of the larger pink-
brown tribble and held it against that tight flat stomach, inches away from his own chin.

"Jim!" the Vulcan gasped as he felt the small animal's body heat penetrate his skin. He felt himself becoming more and more touch sensitive by the second and briefly - only briefly - he feared to lose control. What kept him from doing so was the fact that the situation was not without humor. Even from a Vulcan's point of view.

The captain's soft lips were gliding over a hardening nipple, leaving a trail of warm moisture in their wake. Spock tasted so good, Kirk thought, in a state somewhere between delirium and ecstasy. He could live with either. Along with his mouth, Kirk smoothed the tribble over the Vulcan's chest now, enjoying the slight vibrations which told him he was succeeding in breaking down his beloved's resistance.

"What do you want me to do, Spock? Please tell me!" Kirk heard his own voice as if it came from inside a tunnel - husky and distant. But the Vulcan seemed to recognize it, which was all that mattered.

"You are the captain, Jim. I am all yours to do with as you please."

Kirk's heart did a somersault. Was this a very realistic dream? - No! He could feel his First Officer's skin against his own just as real as the tribble, which had to be the most content member of its species right at that point. Its low and even purr seemed to match Spock's breathing, and Kirk took his long-awaited chance.

With one hand on Spock's shoulder, he pushed him backwards, laying him down on the bed as gently as if he was made of glass. Then he placed the tribble with its friend on the bedcovers and walked over to a chest of drawers near the bed, retrieving something from the bottom shelf and placing it under a pillow.

Spock never took his eyes of Jim, unable to fathom just what was happening to him. Was it this easy for him to lose control? To give in to his human side? All it took was a couple of tribbles? - No, he had to admit to himself. It was Jim! For no one else could ever make him let down his guard like this.

"You're really here, Spock, aren't you? Please tell me you are," Kirk begged in a low, intimate voice as he was climbing back onto the bed to join his friend.

"Of course, Jim." Spock was touched but couldn't resist teasing. "That *is* an illogical question as you can clearly see me lying on your bed."

"I can't believe you're allowing me to do this to you, that's all. I'm sorry." Kirk seemed worried indeed, as if he thought he'd gone too far.

"Why are you sorry? Have you changed your mind?" Spock - always the one to allow logic in through a backdoor. When Kirk merely shook his head, he continued, "I myself am not sorry, Jim. I have wanted this for a long time, but I believe that my Vulcan half would not have allowed me to take the initiative."

"What?" Kirk's honest surprise put a mild smile on Spock's lips. "How long have you wanted me without saying a word, Spock?"

"For approximately 2 years, 6 months, 12 days and 3 hours." A true Spockian estimate.

"Approximately?" The captain grinned at such efficiency under these circumstances.

"Yes." Spock rolled onto his side, resting on his elbow. "What did you deposit under the pillow?"

"Another surprise." Kirk thoroughly enjoyed knowing more than his First Officer for once and he wasn't about to part with any information. "But enough talk, Spock. Let me help you out of all those clothes." He bent down to remove the Vulcan's leather boots, a pair of black regulation socks, black regulation pants and then he arrived at a non-regulation pair of black silk boxer-shorts.

"Why, Mr Spock? Who would have thought?" Chuckling, he began to carefully peel them off, making sure he let the silk slide sensually over the furry skin of his friend's crotch and thighs, taking great care not to over-stimulate the growing erection in the center.

"Spock...," he said breathlessly, and then he sank down onto the bed. The two of them in each other's arms... Kirk couldn't believe it. Still. But he was clearly here, holding Spock, who was more than willing.

The small white tribble was crawling up between them, pushing itself impatiently against the Vulcan's hip.

Looking up, Kirk smiled deviously and pushed Spock onto his back again into a more submissive position. Spock moaned quietly as the furry animal was placed carefully on his ribs and began heading towards the newly opened part of its playground.

The vibrations of the living body crawling over his stomach filled the Vulcan with a sense of warm anticipation. And when the tribble reached the play area, it set upon utilizing every inch of it, always tightly pressed against the flushed, silky skin of Spock's erection. In the process, it was inadvertently tugging at tiny black curls, every time it passed over the patch at the top of the plaything it seemed to consider its own.

Spock's breaths became ragged, and Kirk found it increasingly harder to just watch the fluffball do its magic. But he didn't have the heart to take the Vulcan's pleasure away. He watched his friend's legs part further and the tiny white tribble considered it an open invitation, gliding right down the inside of one muscular, trembling thigh. It settled down against another pair of warm round creatures which moved whenever it pushed against them. Clearly having fun, the furry thing purred loudly, which is what finally snapped Spock into some sense of reality again.

"Jim, as pleasant as this is, I do believe it would be appropriate to dispense with the use of the tribbles in this manner."

"Spock, only you could come up with such a sentence in your state." Kirk laughed nervously, his own arousal unperturbed by the verbal interruption of his voyeurism.

"I would prefer it if you yourself attended to my... needs."

James Kirk did not require any further prodding. He set both tribbles down on the fluffy carpet next to his bed and slid in between the Vulcan's open thighs.
"I thought you'd never ask, Spock." He was purring, not dissimilar to the tribbles. But then he began to act quite unlike a furball, his silk-covered erection rubbing against Spock's in a delicious mix of smoothness and friction.

He nipped at the Vulcan's neck, his lips hot and eager to extract the same look of glazed arousal that the tribble had just achieved. What tough competition! The human's hand slid in between their heated bodies, finding the firm rod that was rubbing against his own.

Spock gasped as the warm fingers closed around him and began a steady up and down motion.
Facade after facade of logic and cool being swept away, Spock lost himself in the feel of his lover's hand on his cock, gliding over it and squeezing gently every now and then, the fingertips brushing against his balls whenever they touched the base.

"You're mine, Spock. Finally. You're all mine," The raspy voice of his captain seemed to fill the room although it was coming from mere inches away where it was whispering into a lovely pointed ear.

"Yes, Jim. Oh yes!" Spock felt himself sliding deeper into oblivion, catching glimpses of Kirk's mind whenever the rosy lips touched his. Breathlessly, he held him close, while the human never seized to continue his even strokes which were bringing Spock closer and closer to the edge. "Jim!" Nearly there.

"No, Spock." The captain slid down the smooth greenish body until his face was between his lover's thighs. "I haven't tasted you yet!"

Feeling Spock's anticipation well up, he sank his mouth onto the straining pole. That first taste nearly robbed him off his senses. How different! How alien! How incredibly sweet! Unable to out his appreciation verbally, he showed the Vulcan, sucking and licking mercilessly while he stroked the insides of his parted thighs.

"Jim..." Spock was writhing and shivering all at once. He hadn't thought it possible that unbonded sex could be so utterly fantastic. Feeling himself come close, so close, his hips moved upwards, pushing him deeper into the human's mouth which was already nearly swallowing him whole. A few more thrusts and finally, hot sweet liquids filled Kirk's mouth. Spock groaned with pleasure as he felt his captain drinking up his fluids.

"Spock, you're so beautiful!" Kirk was still reveling in the Vulcan's taste and he did not tire of looking up at that flushed green skin, the shining black eyes, the furry chest -heaving rapidly with the force of the orgasm still slowly draining from it.

"That... was... most pleasant."

"Most pleasant?" Kirk pretended to be shocked. "So, I didn't do too well?"

"Quite the contrary, Jim. I had a very stimulating experience." Spock smiled and a heavy sigh escaped him. What bliss!

A mischievous smile played around Kirk's lips. "Care to extend the experience?"

"Indeed." Spock's raised eyebrow in this context meant something like 'Well, let's get to it', Kirk guessed.

"Jim, may I request that you get undressed also? It would facilitate a larger variety of activities."

"Well, Spock, since you ask so nicely." Kirk chuckled, beginning to unbutton his golden pajama top. Quickly, long slim Vulcan fingers joined in and he just sat back, watching.

"I have wanted to do this for a long time, Jim. You... a lot of aspects of you... are not exactly conducive for keeping my mind on my work." Spock's voice was soft and his warm breath played over the captain's smooth chest.

"Oh, I wish you had, Spock," Kirk whispered in a low intimate voice, his sparkling hazel eyes fixed on the black ones of the man before him. When his top was pushed off his broad shoulders, he stood, his hips at eye level with the Vulcan, who swallowed deeply at the sight of his captain, wearing nothing but a pair of flowing, golden pants over that deliciously tanned skin.

"Go on, Spock, please."

"Yes, Jim." Excruciatingly slow and deliberate, Spock pushed the silk down over a smooth expanse of muscular hips until it reached the protrusion. Then, pausing for a moment, looking up at that handsome face, he pulled the trousers down the rest of the way, letting them glide to the floor.

And only then did he look down again. "Breathtaking!"

"Then do something with it, Spock, now!" Kirk was getting restless, as if just having his friend's eyes on him was making him hornier than he could stand.

"Patience, Captain," the Vulcan teased. "Before I attend to this...," a long finger moved in a slow line from Kirk's bellybutton to the top of the tiny light curls, "... I need to know what you are hiding from me."

"Hiding? Where?" Kirk feigned ignorance, lowering his eyes as if to check for pockets on his bare body.

"I believe you are playing games with me." Spock's voice seemed to have dropped a further octave from its usual level.

"Why, Mr Spock, that's why you came here tonight, isn't it?" His need becoming almost unbearable, the captain desperately tried to think of a way to speed things up. "If you promise to let me use it on you first, I'll go get it."

"Just what is this item you intend to use on me?"

"You'll see. Spock...?" Almost begging, the captain had begun to thrust his hips forward slightly, forcing his erection into the Vulcans open palm. "Please lie down. Flat on your back."

"Alright, Jim." Spock decided he had teased enough and followed orders. Getting settled in comfortably, he lay down, his legs spread slightly.

Kirk awkwardly walked around the bed and, turning away from the Vulcan, he retrieved the object from underneath the pillow. "Close your eyes!"

"Oh? More tribbles?"

"This is going to be even more effective, I hope." Kirk waited until the Vulcan's eyes were tightly shut and then he climbed onto the bed, facing away from the other man but kneeling over him. "Relax." His voice took on a soft, soothing texture and Spock felt like he was sinking even deeper into the cushions.

Kirk was now kneeling with both legs on either side of the Vulcan's chest. Supporting himself with his left arm, he bent down slowly, taking time to breathe warmly over the again slightly erect organ beneath his face.

Spock's hips bucked when the warm tip of the dildo touched his tiny opening. Gasping rapidly to relax, he sank back, putting his trust into the man he valued higher than any other living being. "Jim!"

"I'll be very gentle, Spock." And keeping his word, the human coated his fingertips with saliva which he spread carefully around the opening. Then he moved the jelly textured object over the small asshole, letting it glide ever so gradually inside. Sensing almost no resistance, he lowered his lips onto the slowly rising cock and took it between them with a loud sucking sound.

"Oh, Jim!" Pushing himself further in, Spock felt his muscles relax, and the dildo slid in all the way as if it had been tailor-made for him. Gasping, the Vulcan held his hips still briefly until he felt Kirk's left hand slide beneath his buttocks, allowing him to rest on it. Hazily realizing that he could reach his captain also, he lifted his hands, pulling the human above him until he could take him into his hot, moist mouth.

Kirk moaned loudly. The feel of those burning lips closing around him, dragging him deep down, almost made him lazy. He paused his own ministrations for a moment, unable to co-ordinate them with the immense pleasure in his groin.

The Vulcan's hands tightened on his hips as he pulled him further down and pushed him up again, rocking him gently.

Kirk's back stretched in order to give as much access as possible while he was being sucked and tongued so deliciously.

The dildo, smoothing slightly with the tiny amount of semen and saliva leaking from Kirk's lips, glid in and out of the tight, hot opening while Spock's searing cock filled the human's mouth to capacity. Sensing that his lover was coming close, Kirk began to speed up his thrusts, extricating loud, deep moans from the figure beneath him.

"Come on, Spock, give me more!" He heard himself almost shouting the words, unable to retain control over such a minor subsystem as his vocal chords when all his energy was concentrated on giving and receiving pleasure.

Spock briefly held him inside without the slightest motion before finishing him off with a few fast, hard sucks with firmly closed lips. The human's torso lifted as he came with a groan which almost sent the Vulcan over the edge himself.

While the orgasm was still shaking his lover, Spock sat up, keeping a tight hold of the captain's hips and lowering him into his lap.

Kirk's initial surprise at the change in position was immediately replaced by the near unbearable sensation of the Vulcan's cock sliding effortlessly up his ass. "Uh..." That heat again! This time deep inside his body, in his most private place. Overwhelmed, he gasped, "Fuck me, Spock, please!"

And Spock did. Thrusting wildly, almost out-of-control, the Vulcan penetrated his human partner, sending him through wave after wave of pleasure, crashing into them, only to feel himself carried by them into the next one, as if he was a tiny float in a vast ocean.

With one quick motion, Spock pushed Kirk onto his knees before him, never leaving the delicious warmth of his body, thrusting and pushing, harder... faster... frantically, until the tiny whimper of pleasure from the figure beneath him sent him climaxing with the force of a Vulcan sunstorm.

Once the last few moans had subsided, the two men slowly slid under the blanket.
Spock took the human into his arms, cradling him tenderly, pushing a few stray curls of golden hair from his sweaty forehead.

"Wonderful!" Kirk murmured lazily as he breathed in the faint scent of the Vulcan's skin, his face nestled against the long neck.

"We have to play this game more often, Jim. Allow me to bring along some..."

"What is it, Spock?" Kirk looked up and saw a look of amusement mixed with desperation on the Vulcan's face.

Spock pointed to the floor by the bed, and when the captain took a peek over the edge of the mattress, he spotted six tribbles playing happily on the carpet.

"They appear to have tribbled," Spock said with a perfectly straight face.