#remember to kiss your vulcan

[thymelessink]

Another little McSpirk sketch

[sleepymccoy]

Fun relationship dynamic

McCoy is still in love with his ex wife. Not in a I'd take you back kind of way, but in a we've spent years together, you held me when my father died, I staunched your bleeding when you cut your hand badly chopping carrots, you know what socks I prefer, I know why you hate you middle name kind of way. Hes the kind of ex husband who still says my wife instead of ex wife even though he fully grasps the ex part of it. Which is annoying for his ex wife, his ex wife's new partner, and for his partner. No one wins, but hey, he has a heart full of love

Now, he's dating Spock. And I think Spock breaks up with him regularly. Like, Spock feels like he's thinking about his boyf at work too much and his performance is down? Break up. Spock has a moment of panic on an away mission when McCoy is shot? Break up. Spock encounters another Vulcan and feels self conscious for having a crush? Break up.

This relationship only works because McCoy doesn't really mind if they're dating or not. He's still in love. This manifests as McCoy turning to Spock at the end of a mission briefing and saying, "I don't remember, are we dating right now? I want to kiss you." And Spock just thinking for a moment and going, "we are not dating at the moment, I broke up with you for your insulting published response to my paper on electromagnetic shielding. But we can commence dating now." And McCoy just goes, "that sounded like a long winded yes" and kisses him

While the rest of the crew just stand there looking confused at each other

[sachiko6243]

Fuck me, while I taste your fingertips

Summary: The title says it all

Word count: 2827

Warnings: pure smut, soft to rough, made for my finger and hand fixated vulcan loving people ;) (aka: @mystery-star)

Minors DNI !!! this contains adult content

I was just walking out of the shower, my towel still wrapped around my body, the hair twisted into a sloppy bun on the back of my head. Spock was sitting on his desk, working down some files on his PADD. I had been teasing him the whole day to the point where he had looked like he was about to snap any moment. To my surprise he kept his demeanor pretty well and only those who knew him very well, were able to see, what was really going on inside the Commanders brain.

Knowing he was probably trying his hardest distracting himself with anything, I sneaked up behind him, putting my lips right next to his ears: “I need you.” Was all I said and he immediately tensed up. Taking a deep breath, he turned off his PADD and rolled his chair back a bit. His eyes were trained on my body, looking me up and down with a hungry look on his face.

I tried my best to not get too distracted by the things it did to me, keeping my eyes trained on his face. “Remember what I told you earlier?” I asked, waiting for him to respond.

“You have asked me a lot, today. Please elaborate further to which event you are referring.” He pressed out, his voice just as tensed as his body.

“I think you know.” Letting go of my towel, I grabbed his hands, slowly starting to play with his fingers. His reaction was instant. He let out a low moan, sinking back into his chair, half closed eyes watching my fingers play with his.

“T’hy’la…” His voice was husky and he stopped talking, when I pressed light kisses on his fingertips. Taking the last step between his legs, I put his hands on my hips, forcing him to look me in the eyes. “Do you trust me?” My question had him raise his brow. “You are my wife; it would be illogical of you to assume I do not.” His answer made me chuckle lightly. “Good thing I learned to translate your words to what they actually mean.”

Sinking to my knees I never let him out of my sight. As if on que, he spread his legs further apart, making it easier for me to kneel between them. Out of reflex, his hands went to my head, but I held them down. “No, not today. I want to take care of you.” He immediately obeyed my command, resting his hands loosely on his thighs.

I let my fingers run over his thighs, his lower stomach, making him shiver and twitch in anticipation, before I gave in. Slowly opening his belt and pulling down the zipper. When I freed his member, I pressed a soft kiss to the tip, eliciting a low moan from Spock. “Please…” He begged, but I didn’t give in. Planting soft kisses along his shaft and sweetly licking his tip, until he was panting above me.

Then I stood up, holding him down by his shoulders, when he tried to reach for me. “Relax.” I climbed onto his lap, lining up his cock with my entrance, slowly sliding down on him. Had I not been horny all day, that maneuver would have been nearly impossible. Because unlike what Spock seemed like on a day to day basis, this man was packed. And when I finally bottomed out on him, I let out a deep moan, holding onto his shoulders to gain some control back. Instantly his hands gripped my hips, rolling them along his lap, earning a high-pitched yelp from me. Fighting against the hot waves starting to rise in my body, I shook my head: “No. Give me your hand.”

Spock looked at me confused, but complied. And when I led his right hand to my lips, the realization dawned on his face.

I started with kissing his palm down to every finger, before I took his middle and ring finger in my mouth, wetting them with my saliva. Before was even able to fully take them down my throat his head rolled back, the grip of his left hand growing harder on my hip. It was working.

Sucking on his long digits, I let my tongue circle around them, like I was giving him a blowjob. I switched between his fingers. Changing the speed and depths I took them into my mouth with. And the longer I sucked on his fingers, the more agitated his breathing became until he was panting again. That’s when I decided to give him the last bit. Letting my right hand wander to his ear, I softly stroked the outer shell of it. And as soon as I touched his ear, he bucked up underneath me, forcing his cock deeper inside of me, a loud moan rolling through his chest. I let his hand go with a soft plop, reaching for the other one, repeating what I was doing.

His face was covered in a soft shade of green, the tip of his ears painted a flashy dark green. I was watching intently, how his mouth shivered, quiet Vulcan curses flowing from his lips. His whole body was tensed, his hand gripping my body tightly as if he needed to steady himself on something. “T’hy’la…” He breathed out, opening his eyes. And the look he gave me, said everything I needed to know. He was close, begging me to come.

I took his fingers down my throat as deep as I could, simultaneously clenching around his cock and stroking his ears in the most sensual way I could. That’s when it happened. With a loud moan ringing through the room, he came. I could feel his cock twitch deep inside of me when he shuddered underneath me. The feeling of hot seed shooting up my core, filling me up. It was heavenly seeing him come undone like that.

He pulled his hand out of my mouth, grabbing me and pulling me flush against his chest. His grip was hard but I liked how it made me feel even closer to him. It took him quite some time to calm his breathing to a point, where he was able to talk again. “What… Why?” Was all he was able to press out, making me smile. It didn’t happen often, for Spock to be out of words, but when it did, it was the cutest thing I could imagine.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Why not? I know how sensitive your hands and ears are and what it does to you, seeing me fidget my fingers all day, so I wanted to do you a favor. It was kind of mean of me singing that song, while literally performing finger porn right in front of you. I am actually quite surprised you made it that long without pulling me into the next room and fucking me senseless.” I smirked.

He raised an eyebrow, now almost back to his calm and collected self. “You did that on purpose?” I just laughed. “For what other reason would I be singing ‘Talking bodies’? I mean the line she sings the most is literally ‘fuck me while I taste your fingertips’. So that just got me thinking of a new way to please my husband.”

His eyes went dark, hearing what I shamelessly admitted. “You want me to fuck you, while you suck on my fingers?” I nodded, feeling the blush creep up my cheeks. He just tilted his head, obviously stuck in his thoughts. “Then why did you not let me touch you and refrained me from moving one bit? I believe this was not as pleasurable for you as it was for me, giving the fact you are a human.”

I just shrugged. “I don’t mind it.” But my words visibly made him upset. Getting up with a low growl, he pressed me against the closest wall: “Do you think I will let my wife go to bed without giving her at least one orgasm? I am not some miserable human man, who is incapable of pleasuring his woman.”

His words made me rip my eyes open, staring at him like a deer in headlights. “What are you…” I didn’t need to finish my question, because the look he gave me, mixed with the fact, I could feel his cock hardening inside of me, told me everything I needed to know. I was in for a long night…

As soon as my back hit the wall, his lips were on mine, kissing me with such force, it left me breathless. The rough fabric of his clothes rubbed against my skin, my nipples growing hard to the touch. Him still being in his clothes caused something to stir in my mind, I didn’t know existed. It was a deep longing and satisfaction for his dominance, which only took him seconds to realize. Kissing down my chin until his lips caressed my earlobe he whispered: “Tell me,” His voice was hoarse. “Tell me what you want.”

I could feel myself grow wetter at his words, relishing in the hard touch of his hand on my breast. “I…” My body betrayed me, not letting me speak, when his thumb stroked over my hard nipple. “I… I want…”

“What, rom ko-kan. Speak to me and I will oblige.” He groaned; face deeply tugged into my neck. Taking my hands out of his hair, he started to rid himself from his shirt. Now he was just in his dress pants. Pinning my hands above my head with one arm, he intertwined our fingers and as soon as he did it, his feelings crashed into my head. “Please…” I whimpered, rolling my hips as much as the position of my being pinned against the wall let me.

Spock kept on playing with my breast, looking at me with a wolfish grin, while his hips kept me pinned. “Please what, t’hy’la?” The teasing side of him breaking through. It was obvious he wanted me to beg for him and if it would have been any other day, I probably would have put up a fight, testing his patience. But not today. My whole mindset was taken over by my husband, no other thought strong enough to cross my mind. He was all I wanted and the whole day I had trouble concentrating on anything else than him. I was putty in his hands.

And when his free hand wandered from my breasts to my clit, I reared up in a sinful moan. The jolts of pleasure ripping through my body in hot shots, while he teased me mercilessly. I tightened the grip of my legs around his waist, pulling him in even deeper. Spock sighted, giving me another soft kiss on the lips. “I take that as my answer.” He groaned, his hips pulling back and snapping forward again.

“Oh God yes…” I breathed out, arching my back to be closer to him. It was all the encouragement Spock needed, releasing my hands, he grabbed my hip to guide my movements better. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying my best not to claw at his back. “I don’t mind it.”

“What?” I was confused, far to caught up in the heat of the moment.

“I don’t mind you marking me.” He repeated, tilting his head back, to take a better look at me. I raised my eyebrows, biting down on my lips, when his cock brushed against the spongy spot deep inside of me. “But the others will see during training.” I argued, my voice shuddering with pleasure. Now he was wearing a sly smile on his face. “I hope they will.” Was all he said, before he bent down, pressing his lips onto my nipple.

“Spock… Please!” I cried out, not caring about a single thing in the world. I could feel my orgasm nearing. The hot waves that started deep in my core now growing to a big tsunami threatening to drown me at any given moment. “Go on, t’hy’la.” He encouraged me, wrapping a hand in my hair and pulling my head against his shoulder.

“Cu-Cumming!” My moan turned into a cry, as my body shuddered. Bright lights exploding behind my closed eyes.

“That’s it. Be a good girl, make a mess on my cock. You are doing so good for me.” He cooed, lips brushing over my ear while he spoke. His praise striking me deeply. But instead of slowing down like he normally did, to give me some time to regain strength and consciousness, he kept his pace. “Spock… I cant… please…”

He just shook his head. “You really think I would let you go this easy? Teasing me all day with those filthy fingers of yours. You know what it does to me, when you wear those rings. When the jingle like that with every move, sparkle in the lights of the bridge. And your earrings… I should have known better when I married you. But those piercings you have… they make me want to ravish you, just by looking at you. Do you even know what a whore you are considered on Vulcan? Eight piercings and at least 5 rings on each hand….”

I let out a soul shattering moan, clawing on his back, not caring that my long nails probably let some red scratches behind. Spock cussed at the pain, but his thrusts didn’t falter for one second. “You are the most beautiful and filthy woman roaming the universe and I am so fucking lucky to call you mine. But I will not let you get away with teasing me like that. You hear me?” He grabbed my chin, shaking my head softly.

“Yes, Commander. I am sorry. I will stop wearing so many rings and piercings.” I cried out, tears forming in my eyes from the overstimulation he forced me through. “Oh, hell you wont.” He growled. “You will wear them. Understood? I want you to look like a whore, because you are my whore and nobody else will see you like I do. But just remember if you ever try to tease me like that again, I will show no mercy. I wont wait until our shifts are over. I will bend you over the next desk I see and you can pray that nobody walks in on us, is that clear?”

“Yes Commander!” I yelped. My body shaking in pure bliss as another wave of an orgasm initiated itself deep inside of me. It wasn’t until now, that I realized, that his movements got sloppy. His breathing was rigid, sweat dripping from his forehead. A look of determination present on his face. “Fuck.” He cussed, a rare occurrence for him to do, but when he did it, it send butterflies of pure filth down my stomach.

Catching my lips in another kiss, he bit down on my lower lip, leaving it sore and slightly bruised. It wasn’t until then, that I realized with what force Spock had pressed me against the wall. I was sure that I would be sore the next morning, but I didn’t care. My mind only caring about the jolts of pleasure racing through my body. My moans were muffled by his kisses as my legs started to tremble again, fighting against his hips, muscles growing tired. “Don’t stop.” I pleaded, my grip on his shoulders growing harder.

“Never.” Was all Spock pressed out, his hands gripping my hip so hard, it was on the edge of painful. “Come for me now!” He ordered, his thrust growing rougher. Without much time for my brain to react, my body surrendered, shattering into thousands of tiny splinters. I let my head fall back against the wall, a loud and sinful moan ringing through the room. My body shaking violently, as he growled and thrusted deep inside of me for the last time.

He shivered between my legs, as his orgasm washed over him. My spasming walls milking him for the second time this night. And when his throbbing cock slowly stopped twitching, he pulled me into a deep hug. His breath fanning over my neck, while he held me in his warm embrace. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind far enough to speak. “I love you.” Was all I was able to mumble, my tongue still heavy from my orgasm, but Spock seemed to understand.

“Nash-veh ashaya du, t’nash-veh k’diwa.” He whispered into my ear, while slowly walking towards the bathroom. We were still wrapped up tightly into each others arms and I could feel my slick and his seed slowly trickling out of me. And when he carefully lifted me up and set me back onto my feet, my legs gave in underneath me. He was just quick enough to catch me. “Let me run you a bath, t’hy’la. You are sore and the warmth will help your muscles relax.”

For everyone wondering what on earth rode me to write this:

You are either welcome, or I am sorry for ruining this song for you 😂

[moonlightshaiku]

Oops!

Spock x Reader

Word Count:

Warnings: second hand embarrassment, puke

Ao3: N/A

Notes:

I just like the idea of accidentally giving spock a vulcan kiss, okay????

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You knew that Mccoy's response of "Well be more social, then," was a result of him being busy. Not paying attention. But, you'd taken it to heart.

Being alone in your room so often had tanked your mental health. Introverted or not, part of "self care" is letting out your thoughts and feelings.

You can't help but think that self care is too complicated. Hygiene in itself is a fifty point list.

The best plan you had was to introduce yourself to someone. That in itself is difficult. There are too many options and techniques.

It was hard when it was just humans—or at least, mainly humans—back on Earth. But in the Enterprise? With even more races and cultures? Squeezed in? Together?

You enter the lift, blandly speaking out your destination. It's only when you notice the shoes next to you, shining, that you realize you have a chance to just— do this. Get it over with.

The anxiety swells in your throat, and you can't help but think it's not worth it. It'll take so much effort, and if you don't say anything, they'll never know.

"Good morning!" You chirp, before you can put to much thought in. It's much more gruff than you meant. You realize, as you swallow, that this is the first time you've spoken today.

You almost wonder if they're going to reply, but then you see a hand.

It barely takes a second to connect the dots. A handshake! Easy.

In your excitement at the ease of this venture, you bring your right hand to meet their left—and—oh.

Wrong hand. Your hands are touching. Theirs is straight, yours across it. Your ring and little finger are touching the side of their hand, your thumb tucked over their's.

You glance up at them, you don't make eye contact.

Your first two fingers presses against their last.

His last. His last two fingers.

He's male.

"Oh sorry, wrong hand!"

A Vulcan male.

He's Spock.

"Oh shit."

You jerk your hand back.

"The crude wording is not needed, Lieutenant-Commander."

"Spocckkk." You draw out through your teeth, voice high pitched.

"Yes?"

The doors open, no one is there.

"I am. Fuck, I am sorry. It wasn't— fuck, sorry."

The door closes. The lift remains still.

"I didn't mean to—" you take a breath. "It wasn't my intention to—" you pause.

His eyebrows raise, your heart beats faster.

Can he report you for harassment over this? It was just a handshake— be pretty fucked up if he could.

It would be pretty fucked up if he couldn't, too. Damn.

He probably should report you.

He won't.

"Kiss you?"

The words feel like bile in your mouth.

Or are you about to puke?

"That's not a question. I did not mean to phrase that as a question." You attempt to repair quickly. "I did not want to kiss you."

Oh that sounds plan rude!

"Or, er— you know what I mean."

You blink at him. How long have you been talking?

"Are you done, Lieutenant-Commander?"

You stay quiet, and after a few moments, you realize that it's a genuine question.

"You can— you can call me Doctor. And yes. Sorry."

He nods. "Doctor. It was a mistake. It is of no consequence, and does not alter my opinion of you."

You nod, anxiety not fading. You do, however, remember to breathe.

"Can I make it up to you?" Is your timid reply. You find that Spocks eyebrows can reach impressive heights.

"I suppose so. However, I do not see a reason that 'making it up to me' is needed."

You let out a breathy chuckle after a long moment of silence, and it does good to ease the tightness in your chest.

"Okay." You breathe. "When... do you have time?"

Spock doesn't take any time to think. "Tonight would be sufficient."

You nod. "My quarters."

He nods.

"Okay, you'll probably have to add another bead, so it'll fit. Let me—" you shift closer to him, taking a look at the bracelet in his hand. "—look at it."

It's only slightly too small for him, now. He'd decided to use the small glass bead in an elaborate pattern of rust, royal blue and copper. You had used the large plastic beads, and jokingly put an S bead on the bracelet. Baby blue.

"I do not see the point in making bracelets, Doctor."

You laugh. He's been happily putting beads on a string. He'd taken around ten minutes just choosing colours.

"Only idea I could come up with, really. Part of human culture."

You lean over, shoulder bumping his. "Okay, that looks good. Can I check it?"

Spock's eyebrow twitches. "Yes. That is agreeable."

"Alrighty." You gently grab each end of his bracelet, and he sticks his hand out. You bring the bracelet up, cupping his wrist like a U.

"Huh." You huff, scooting forward. "Okay, yeah, that's good. Want me to tie it?"

You glance up, making eye contact with Spock. The green of his face makes your eyebrows crease, but his face stays impassive.

He nods.

You promptly begin tying the bracelet, tearing your gaze away from his.

Once you have it double knotted, you reach over to the table, retrieve the scissors, and grab his hand.

Once you've snipped the excess, you hide the knot under a bead.

"Doctor."

You hum. "Yes?"

When looking to Spock, you are met only by his unwavering stare and green cheeks. No words.

Your gaze travels down, your hand holding his.

"Oh fuck me."

"That does seem to be the message you are sending, Doctor."

[crowfootwrites]

This piece for Solok and the upcoming one for Letant were two of the pieces I wrote last and I felt kind of rushed, so I'm feeling a little meh about them, which is a bummer because I was so excited to write something for those fabulous vulcanoids. Either way, I hope y'all enjoy!

Kinktober Masterlist

Taglist: @horta-in-charge

Day 27: Choking/Breathplay - Solok x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, minors do not interact!; what it says on the tin: choking/breathplay, all consensual | Words: ~545 | Song: Amefuri - Masatoshi Yanagi, Eve, Hakushu Kitahara, Shinpei Nakayama

There had once been a trust issue in your relationship; you remembered this fact somewhat amusedly as Solok’s hand rested lightly around your neck, tucked beneath your chin, not squeezing yet. Your early relationship had been plagued by your insecurities and Solok’s own Vulcan rigidity - each of you had found it difficult to fully trust that the other meant what they said and did, frequently doubting each others’ motives. To others, it seemed an especially inconceivable pairing. But there was something there, something drawing you to each other, that you’d both been determined to chase. 

A particularly deep thrust of Solok’s hips drew you out of your thoughts. You planted your palms on the hard planes of his chest, fingers spread and grasping as your head tipped back in pleasure. 

The trust had come with time, and now there was no one you believed in more in the entire universe. You knew that Solok would never harm you, and one of the ways you practiced your trust in one another happened in the bedroom. 

Solok moaned beneath you, his hooded eyes half-closed in pleasure, his free hand rocking you on his lap, helping you find your rhythm. Your back arched as he began to apply pressure to the sides of your neck, your cunt tightening around his length in tandem with the gripping of his fingers. 

There was an almost reverent quiet in the dark room around you, lit by nothing more than a few candles and the distant stars beyond the viewport. In this moment, nothing else mattered - only you and your Adun.

Your chest heaved with the weight of it all - your love for your husband, the beauty of the moment, the overwhelming, pulsing desire to achieve ecstasy with him here and now. Your head swam.

Solok sat up suddenly, urgency and desire overwhelming your mental bond as his forehead pressed to yours and his hand tightened further around your neck. He wrapped his free arm around you, pulling you closer, as though he could bring you into himself. A deep green flush dusted his high cheekbones and the tips of his ears, need apparent in his blue eyes. Sweat beaded between your bodies, your skin slick as you wrapped your arms around Solok’s neck, the change in position pulling a meager whimper from you. 

You rocked desperately in his lap, the need to come growing desperate between your trembling thighs as Solok’s lok split you open. Your heart raced in your chest, the room swaying before your eyes as Solok controlled your breath, burying himself deep inside you with every stroke. 

“Come for me, Adun’a,” Solok groaned, his lips scattering kisses along your neck and shoulder, his fingers beginning to loosen slightly as he monitored the flow of your thoughts and emotions through your mental bond. Stars exploded behind your eyes as you reached the edge, pulling Solok right along with you. His hand released its hold on your throat immediately, coming to rest tenderly over your heart as you sucked in a few deep breaths, euphoria flooding your body. He tangled the fingers of his free hand in your hair, keeping you close enough to share breath as you recovered, always checking in and taking care of you. Continually earning your trust.

[theshadowrealmitself]

The only kind of “suspicious someone is trying to actively homewreck their relationship” that I can handle is:

A Human who struggles with anxiety and overthinking, and knows they struggle with it, being suspicious that one of their Vulcan partner’s coworkers is trying to get with the Vulcan

And the struggle isn’t about confronting their partner about this, they know that their partner would never cheat on them, they most likely don’t see it being that they’re Vulcan, and if they went up to them and said “your coworker makes me really uncomfortable, I feel like they don’t respect our relationship” etc, then their partner wouldn’t hesitate to cut that coworker off

But they don’t wanna do that, especially if they’re wrong, what if there isn’t any actually flirting from that one person’s side, what if it’s just a mixture of overthinking and confirmation bias, they don’t wanna be that insecure person who has their partner stop talking to people just cause they’re overthinking things again

So instead of some “trying to figure out if their partner is cheating on them and finding out they are or accidentally walking in on a misunderstanding and only thinking their partner is cheating and running off crying before anyone can explain anything” plot line

It’s more of a “tries to grin and bear it while they try and figure if their concern is valid or if they’re overthinking it, which accidentally makes them act oddly, which causes misunderstandings in their partner who’s trying to figure out what’s going on and how to help, who doesn’t even consider that it’s their coworker because they don’t look at them like that in the slightest” plot

(The Vulcan goes to some other coworkers and is like “my partner is Human and upset and I can’t figure out why” and they’re like “did you….forget an anniversary or something? that’s usually why Humans seem to get upset “out of nowhere”” and the Vulcan’s like “I obviously would not forget something important” and other Vulcans are like “hold on now, sometimes Humans place value on really illogical things, maybe they were expecting you to celebrate something while you never even considered it?” and the Vulcan doesn’t wanna upset their partner by being like “whatever you placed a ton of significance on, I found too insignificant to remember, sorry” so they’re just on the hunt to figure out what it could possibly be

It turns into them rushing in one day to like, celebrate the first time they kissed or something, which the Human had not payed attention to, and they just find it so sweet, and it further cements that they have nothing to worry about from their partner, their concern is just if their perception on things is accurate)

(Anything more than this and I’m too much of a wreck who’s like “how are you gonna repair your relationship?? my trust would be completely destroyed!!!”)

[quasi-normalcy]

Most snoggable Star Trek alien races

In view of @noctumsolis's comment about how SNW has too much Vulcan snoogging, I'm going to make a list of the most snoggable Star Trek aliens!

The Borg

As if you've never been curious! Look at those kissable lips! Those understanding eyes! Also their ships are 39 degrees celsius so it stands to reason that they're probably really warm

The Other Borg

Now, some might say that this is redundant, but as fuckin whassname, Terry Matalas, has been keen to explain to anyone who will listen, the Jurati-Borg are not the ~REAL~ Borg. Now, in the past, I've found this kind of an insulting attempt to pander to the most obnoxious sort of fandom menace types, but who cares, it gives me the opportunity to kisss TWO WHOLE BORG COLLECTIVES. It's like I'bve died and gone to Borg Heaven!

Lore's Borg

Now, these ones are someone less snoggable because they have iNdIvIdUaL pErSoNaLiTiEs or whatever, but they've still got that attractive bloodless palour, those tubes going you know not where, and i bet they smell nice too. Oh Be A Fine Girl, Kiss Me

Species 8472

Can't say I approve of their regressive anti-Borg agenda, but if you can find their lips, go to town

Changelings

The great thing about these guys is that every part of their body can be kissable lips if they're trying hard enough. Just wade out into the Great Link making kissy faces, and it's sure to work out!

Xindi-Aquatic

Now, as fish-people go, they could have way more kissable lips. But who cares if they look kind of like a septuagenarian physics professor? If you say you've never wanted to kiss a big fish, you're lying.

Gormungander

There, you see, it's puckering up to kiss you. Assuming that's the front end. All of which is fine. But the most kissable alien in the Star Trek universe is surely...

Salt Vampire

Unlike the others on this list, it really wants to kiss you! And unlike the others on this list, it has a mouth that's really adapted for it. One kiss from this beauty and you will remember it for the rest of your life!

[bumblingbabooshka]

you're so mind is so sexy, may i inquire about your thoughts on amanda grayson

Amanda Grayson is different from Sarek but just as detrimental to Spock's emotional health/self-confidence. Both she and Sarek very obviously love and care for each other deeply but for some reason cannot appreciate the traits they fell in love with in each other in their son. They both seem to, in different ways and to varying intensities, resent their son.

I'll be focusing on Amanda here, specifically the above section in 'Journey to Babel' where she entreats Spock to save his father's life. Amanda at the beginning of the episode seems to joke with Spock about how he still doesn't know how to smile. You can take her teasing of him in this instance and later at the banquet as motherly and good-natured but in the quoted scene this turns poisonous. It becomes clear that Amanda really does hold exasperated resentment towards Spock. Whether that's exacerbated by the situation or not, it's contained within her. However, it's also clear that Amanda did not foster 'Humanity' in Spock. Spock says that he followed Vulcan philosophy and deferred to his father. He is Vulcan and he desires to be Vulcan. However, it's not as if Amanda had no choice in the matter. They are BOTH Spock's parents and they raised him together. It's notable that Amanda does not say "I tried to comfort you" when she recounts Spock coming home from being bullied (it's implied this happened multiple times). She doesn't say "you pushed me away" or "I tried to comfort you" - she says she watched him. She watched him suffer, and she cried. She was an observer. This is reinforced to me by the timing of this confession. It's as if she's saying "You may think you're so Vulcan but I've seen your Human side, I've seen you suffering, I've seen you in pain. I know you're capable of feeling." It's a revelation - but why did she do nothing but watch, knowing her son was in anguish? It's also notable that in essence she is agreeing with his tormenters in this instance: Stop trying to be Vulcan. It's obvious to everyone, including your mother, that you are not. This is how I view Amanda's role in Spock's childhood. Mainly an observer. Spock loves her more than Sarek because he cannot remember her being as domineering as Sarek, as unforgiving as Sarek, but neither does she seem to have been particularly loving towards him. I think Amanda deferred to Sarek in raising Spock almost completely. She loves Sarek more than Spock and they both love each other more than they love their son. Sarek's life is more important than Spock's own and at the end of the day this was and will always be the case. It's notable that though Spock specifies he's only upset with Sarek, Amanda says that neither of them have heard from him in years - implying that though Amanda isn't upset with Spock, she doesn't see or speak to him. She and Sarek are a package, always. They will agree with one another, always, and it seems that Amanda has a tendency to defer to Sarek in most matters that won't jeopardize his life. It's interesting to me, how Amanda talks about humanity and how Spock states he was ashamed of being human. I wonder if Amanda could sense this shame and resented it. Despite loving a Vulcan, she positions humanity as better - warmer, kinder, a more loving a way to be when push comes to shove. An earlier conversation between her and Sarek also interests me. Sarek states that he isn't proud of Spock and doesn't consider him to be his son (in so many words) but that Spock, as an individual completely separate from familial ties, still deserves respect. He asks if Amanda understands this and she says no, but that she loves Sarek without needing to understand. He accepts this and they kiss, satisfied. This 'love without understanding' is intriguing. It's probably why Amanda can have lived on Vulcan, raised a child on Vulcan, and love a Vulcan without knowing what it is to BE Vulcan. At a fundamental level she doesn't care for it. She seems to view it still after so many years as alien. It contrasts completely her earlier statement where she professed to know and value the Vulcan way.

Her acceptance of Vulcan as "something I love [conditionally] but don't understand" is the same as her acceptance of Spock. Spock wishes to be understood and loved by his parents. I take his insistence that Sarek would understand and agree with his decision as something of a comfort to him [as Sarek does not love, understanding and agreeing is the closest equivalent and something which Spock was not afforded before]. Amanda loves Spock conditionally, in the same way his father does, and she will utterly reject him if he does not live up to these conditions (which are less obvious in day to day life than Sarek's conditions but still present) - will hate him vehemently in contrast to his father's total silence. Will slap him in contrast to Sarek's cold eye, but the result is the same. "I do not understand you. If you do this, I will hate you for the rest of my life." I like this episode's interpretation of Amanda far more than adaptations which turn her into a saint. I think it's much more interesting to consider this woman as Spock's mother. When I hear Amanda say she will hate Spock for the rest of her life if he lets his father die (even if this is an emotional exaggeration), I think about Spock, crying on the floor, wondering desperately whether or not his mother knows how much he loves her. When she says she doesn't understand Vulcans, doesn't like how they operate, finds it an immoral way to be when push comes to shove, totally at odds with her human heart, I think of the fact that Spock is Vulcan, strives to be Vulcan, and how very at odds he is with that same heart which he loves - which says it loves him. [Photo Source: Allison Bechdel - Are You My Mother?]

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Logos and Pathos (AOS Edition) Chapter Twenty-Seven

AOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Bond of Love

Summary: Spock and (Y/N) get to confirm their love.

Mouse Note: Tada! Here ends Logos and Pathos (AOS)! I hope you guys enjoyed, I know I did! Eventually, I will do the TOS movies, too, but for now, there will be other stories. I hope you guys will check those out. Until then, thank you for all the support. It's been wonderful!

            (Y/N)’s eyes opened to hospital lights, and they groaned. This was a now-familiar situation. Luckily, once again, a hand touched theirs, and (Y/N) was grounded in the moment by a comforting aura—the aura of the man they loved.

            “Hello, dear,” said (Y/N), turning to smile at Spock. “I’m sorry if I worried you again.”

            Spock gazed at them. “Your mind took quite the hit. You were as skilled as ever, but, please, do not risk yourself so. The Captain handled the rest, Edison and his remaining crew, but you...you were hurt.” He pressed his fingers to theirs. “I cannot stand it. I cannot lose you, T’hy’la.”

            (Y/N) smiled at Spock. “You will always have me, Spock. Me and my heart…”

            “I want nothing more than your heart,” said Spock. “However…” He looked at (Y/N). “If you would have me, I would have your hand.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Your-Your hand?” They had thought he wanted to leave them. Was he…was he serious? “But what about Vulcan—”

            “Vulcan will recover,” said Spock. “My heart will not if I am apart from you. I have never known another heart like yours. And I do not wish to.” His gaze moved to (Y/N)’s eyes with such intensity and pure love that (Y/N)’s breath left them. “If you would have me, I would be yours forever. (Y/N), my one and only t’hy’la, the only one my heart longs for…will you marry me?”

            (Y/N) grinned widely and let out a laugh of pure joy. “Yes! Yes, Spock, my dear, my love, I’ll marry you!”

            They launched themself from the hospital bed and hugged Spock tightly. His arms wound around their waist. (Y/N) gazed at Spock with pure adoration.

            “Can I kiss you?” they asked, looking at the man they were going to marry.

            “Forever,” said Spock, unable to help a smile.

            (Y/N) kissed him passionately, and Spock kissed them back. He lifted them up by the waist and spun them around, letting them laugh and kiss him again.

            Spock and (Y/N) were going to marry.

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            “Remember, Spock, this is not the end of a relationship but the beginning of a new one. Marriage always requires work, communication, and love,” said Amanda, brushing off Spock’s formal Vulcan attire. She smiled at him. “But you and (Y/N) are going to be happy together. I know it. I’m so proud of you, Spock.” She squeezed his arm before walking out of the room to prepare for the wedding to begin.

            Sarek and Spock were left alone.

            “Spock,” said Sarek, as formal as ever.

            “Father,” said Spock.

            “The question of your relationship has been of some consideration among Vulcans,” said Sarek.

            “I am aware that the council wished for me to marry a Vulcan,” said Spock. “But I cannot, even if (Y/N) is not a Vulcan.”

            Sarek raised a hand, and Spock stopped. “Your choice is no issue. (L/N) is an efficient, intelligent, impressive officer. They are very suitable.” He looked at Spock. “And after meeting Ambassador Spock, I never expected anything less.”

            Spock nodded. This was Sarek’s approval (and it was quite the approval. It was Sarek’s version of saying “(Y/N) is a good choice, and I’m glad you’re marrying them”). Both of his parents liked (Y/N) and were happy for the pair (even without saying it, Spock knew).

            Sarek nodded in return to Spock and raised his hand in the Vulcan salute. “Live long and prosper, Spock. Together with your spouse.”

            Spock returned the gesture. “Thank you, Father.”

            Sarek nodded and left Spock. He spent a final moment looking at himself in a mirror before exiting the room to go to the wedding venue itself. The garden he and (Y/N) would be married in was lined with flowers and trees, alive and bursting with color. He gazed at the canopy of flowers around where he and (Y/N) would stand for their marriage.

            “Hey, Spock. You’re looking good. Are you excited?” said Kirk, appearing by Spock’s side.

            “Captain, the question is unnecessary. I have no need to be excited. This is merely solidifying how (Y/N) and I already regard each other,” said Spock.

            “I still say you are,” said Kirk, clapping Spock on the back.

            “I am…pleased,” acknowledged Spock. That was all Kirk would get, but it spoke volumes for how Spock felt about marrying the love of his life.

            “I’m so happy for you,” said Kirk, grinning. “You and (Y/N) are perfect for one another.”

            Spock nodded. “Thank you for accompanying me to my wedding as my friend.”

            “Of course, Spock. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. You’re like my brother,” said Kirk.

            “Oh, god, just don’t become like him. I can’t deal with two of him,” said Bones, walking up beside them.

            “I doubt the captain could act like a Vulcan,” said Spock.

            “Thankfully,” said Bones.

            “I wouldn’t want to. No one can be Spock,” said Kirk, grinning.

            “Thank you for coming, Doctor,” said Spock.

            Bones waved a hand. “For all the arguments we have—”

            “—I believe it to be banter,” said Spock.

            “—I like you, stangely enough. So I’m glad you and (Y/N) are getting married. You took long enough to get together, and you took long enough to get married,” said Bones. He looked at Spock. “You’re going to be good for one another. You’re going to be happy. Congratulations.”

            “Even Bones is happy,” said Kirk, laughing.

            Spock nodded. As was he. He was going to marry (Y/N).

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            “We’re so happy for you,” said Eirene, (Y/N)’s mother. She kissed (Y/N)’s forehead and let her joy radiate through the room.

            “You and Spock are wonderful together,” said Nikomedes, (Y/N)’s father. “I’m so happy for you.” He squeezed his child’s hand. “I’m so happy that you’re in love.”

            “All we want is for you to be happy,” said Eirene.

            “I am.” (Y/N) smiled. “I am so happy. I really love Spock.”

            “Then you’re going have a wonderful marriage,” said Eirene. “We’re so happy, darling.”

            “Truly,” said Nikomedes, smiling.

            Uhura peeked her head in. “It’s time. Everyone’s ready.”

            “Thank you, Nyota,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “We’ll see you in a moment, darling,” said Eirene, walking out with her husband.

            Uhura grinned at (Y/N). “You look incredible, (Y/N).”

            “Thank you,” said (Y/N).

            “Hey, hey, come on!” Merope stuck her head into the room. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

            “I tried to stop her,” said Alekto in amusement. “But she’s very excited.”

            “Almost more excited than me,” laughed (Y/N).

            “Only because I’m so happy that you’re getting married to the man you love!” said Merope.

            (Y/N) smiled. That’s right. They were marrying Spock, who they loved so deeply it was impossible to think it had an end.

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            (Y/N) rounded the garden path and faced the aisle of flowers and chairs. Friends and family sat on either side to support the happy couple, but (Y/N) had eyes only for Spock waiting at the end of the aisle. (Y/N) passed by Sarek and Amanda and Eirene and Nikomedes. Kirk, Bones, Uhura, Sulu, Scotty, Chekov, and several other Enterprise crew members sat in the seats and watched with smiles as (Y/N) approached Spock. Merope and Alekto held each other’s hands tightly, love spiraling up from around them and mixing with (Y/N)’s own affection for everyone present. Happiness danced in the air like rays of sunlight, enveloping (Y/N) in the love and care of their friends and family.

            (Y/N) stepped onto the dais, and the canopy of flowers bloomed above them into a rainbow of life and color. Sunlight shone down on them, and everyone gazed at the couple, but Spock and (Y/N) only had eyes for one another. They were so in love with each other, and that was all that their hearts could focus on.

            The Celian officiant stepped forward. “We are gathered here today to see the union of (Y/N) and Spock.” She raised her hands. “May we have the rings?”

            Kirk and Uhura stood from their seats and approached to hand (Y/N) and Spock the rings.

            “(Y/N), with this ring you give Spock your loyalty and your love. Do you understand that the bond between you entwines your emotions, your minds, and your hearts in their entirety?” said the Celian officiant.

            “I do,” said (Y/N), smiling. The ring in their hand was gold with a blue stone. It was the exact shade of Spock’s aura. It glowed faintly for a moment as (Y/N) spoke.

            “Then do you accept this bonding of heart and mind in matrimony?” said the Celian officiant.

            “I do,” said (Y/N). They held no doubts as they spoke.

            “And you, Spock, with this ring you give (Y/N) your loyalty and your love. Do you understand that the bond between you entwines your emotions, your minds, and your hearts in their entirety?” asked the Celian officiant.

            “I do,” said Spock, voice monotone as ever but completely at ease. He had no hesitation in his choice. His gaze didn’t leave (Y/N)’s. The gold ring with a Vokaya stone—Bones had chuckled at that choice—glowed before fading.

            “Then do you accept this bonding of heart and mind in matrimony?”

            “I do.” Spock had never felt so ready for something.

            “You may exchange the rings and accept your bond,” said the Celian officiant.

            (Y/N) held out their hand, and Spock slipped the Vokaya ring onto their finger. (Y/N) then placed their ring onto his. In the instant they both wore the rings, they felt the beginnings of their psychic bond beginning as their marriage and devotion tied them together. It was a comforting feeling, like a warm hug floating around them. It was love.

            The Vulcan officiant stepped up from the Celian officiant stepped back.

            “Raise your right hands,” he said.

            Spock and (Y/N) obeyed. The hands with rings remained by their sides. One part of their wedding was Celian, the other was Vulcan. They were marrying two cultures, and they wouldn’t neglect any aspect of who they were.

            “You may touch fingers,” said the Vulcan officiant.

            (Y/N) and Spock touched their first two fingers to one another.

            “You are about to enter into the deepest connection a Vulcan may have—the marriage bond,” said the Vulcan. He looked between (Y/N) and Spock. “A psychic bond is not to be taken likely. Do you swear loyalty and respect to one another?”

            “We do,” said (Y/N) and Spock, completely earnest and without hesitation.

            “Do you swear to uphold the values of Vulcan and of Celia?” said the Vulcan officiant.

            “We do.”

            “Then your minds may come together,” said the Vulcan officiant. “You may forge the marriage bond.”

            (Y/N) and Spock closed their eyes and focused on the threads of the psychic bond beginning.

            “Your minds to each other. Let your minds connect. Forge the marriage bond,” said the Vulcan.

            (Y/N) and Spock felt the threads started by the Celian traditions grow tighter, stronger as the Vulcan traditions bonded with them. The bond between them felt stronger than any other they had ever experienced. They were marrying two cultures and two people. Their minds and emotions moved together, and although they separated and were individuals once more, Spock and (Y/N) could feel the connection between them. Their souls were forever entwined.

            (Y/N)’s love hung in the air around Spock, and Spock’s peace and calm swept around (Y/N) comfortingly. There was nothing invasive about the bond. It was gentle, calm, quiet, and yet it was strong enough to tie them together no matter how far apart they were.

            It was warmth and companionship. It was the mutual understanding they had for each other. It was the trust they held in the other. It was everything (Y/N) and Spock could ask for. It was their love.

            From the crowd, (Y/N) Prime smiled. They touched the familiar ring on their finger. Despite Spock Prime’s passing, the remnants of their bond continued to flow around (Y/N) Prime. No matter the timeline, (Y/N) and Spock would always love one another.

            (Y/N) Prime let their eyes close as they felt Spock Prime’s aura continue with them. Soon, they would join him. They would be with him again. And until then, their heart would love him.

            And even when they went, they knew this timeline had great people watching over it. It had its own (Y/N) and Spock, equally in love and strengthened by the bond between them.

            “The marriage bond has been created,” said the Vulcan officiant.

            The Celian officiant stepped up beside him again. “We give you the married couple, Spock and (Y/N).”

            Cheers went up from the crowd (except for the Vulcans, who nodded politely).

            (Y/N) laughed and touched their two fingers to Spock’s fondly. They were married. To Spock! The love of their life!

            “I don’t think I could possibly be happier, Spock,” said (Y/N), smiling widely at him.

            Spock gazed at them with eyes warm with love. “I believe I would greatly enjoy kissing my dear spouse, T’hy’la.”

            (Y/N) didn’t need the bond to feel his devotion. They smiled warmly. “Then kiss me, my dear husband.”

            Spock leaned in and kissed them, pulling his fingers away from theirs only to pick them up and spin them around. However, his lips never left theirs as he spun them around. One truth spun in his heart—Spock would love (Y/N) forever. Spock would love them forever. He knew that was the truest thought he’d ever had.

            “I love you, (Y/N),” said Spock, leaning his forehead against theirs.

            “I love you, too, Spock,” said (Y/N), looping their arms around his neck. They pulled him back in for a kiss, and Spock was only too happy to oblige.

            Logos may appeal to logic, and pathos may appeal to emotion, but if there was one singular truth in the world, it was that (Y/N) and Spock loved each other, and it made perfect, logical sense for them to have such an emotion.

            (Y/N) and Spock kissed each other with that emotion, full of the knowledge that their hearts and minds were one. They were in love.

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Spockanalia #1: Star Drek

By Ruth Berman

Art by Sherna Comerford and Juanita Coulson

by Ruth Berman Reprinted from Pantopon #16 (FAPA) by permission of the author

On the Enterprise, Sulu ran his hands through the space which had been occupied a moment ago. "Captain?" he said. "Mr. Spock?" His panic increased as he counted empty spaces.

Captain James Kirk of the Starship Enterprise glared at the young man asleep in the middle of the room. "Where are we?" he demanded.

The question woke the sleeper. "In a dungeon. Beyond that I don't know. Who are you?"

Kirk introduced himself, Lieutenant Uhura, Mr. Spock, and Doctor McCoy.

"How do you do," said the stranger politely. "I'm the Coceytus." He rose and bowed.

The walls were littered with fragmentary murals: here a tournament, there an orgy, or a hunt, or a dance of satyrs, and dozens of bright-colored boats sailing the grey stone rivers between each scene. Dr. McCoy grinned as he found the Coceytus staring up at an orgy in the middle of one wall.

"There's a more imaginative one to your left in the top corner," he said.

The young man smiled at him. "No, I have more a literary interest." He pointed at a neat inscription covering a fat man's rear. The others joined him in trying to decipher it, but it was upside-down, and all any of them got was a mild attack of vertigo.

The Coceytus blinked and rubbed his forehead. Then he rose in the air, cartwheeling as he went, until he stood on the ceiling, his eyes level with the inscription, and his cloak spreading out beneath him like a storm cloud. He let his feet fall and dropped to the floor, where he stood gazing up at the inscription with a bemused expression.

"Well?" said Kirk.

"Well," he said slowly, "it's an ordinary dirty joke, told in the form of a Spenserian stanza. The names of the protagonists are given as Prince Arthur and Queen Gloriana, fairest Tanaquil."

McCoy snorted.

"However," he went on, "there's a phrase that may be the key to a spell to get us out of here: 'elf's or man's or neither's kiss.' It's just stuck in parenthetically, and it doesn't make any sense in context, except, of course, that it rhymes with 'piss.' Lieutenant Uhura, may I kiss you?"

She was silent, dark face impassive, as she unwound his line of thought. "Very well."

He kissed her lips gently, ran to the door, and shoved it. It moved about half an inch and thumped on its lock. The Coceytus rubbed his bruised arm.

"Not very successful," McCoy commented.

"No. Would one of you humans care to try?"

"Are you serious about this?" Kirk asked.

"Oh, yes." He looked at the skeptical faces and laughed. "It's not all that uncommon—you have to remember that magic is science in this world. It's a standard sort of spell."

"All right." Kirk put his arms around Uhura and kissed her firmly.

"Perfectionist," McCoy muttered to himself. "On the other hand, he's probably never kissed her before. Jim doesn't sleep with officers."

One slanting eyebrow slanted higher on Spock's face, and McCoy suddenly remembered the Vulcan's acute hearing. He looked at Spock questioningly. "Your diagnosis is probably correct," Spock said.

"Still locked," the Coceytus announced. "I guess we're stuck. We don't have any elves around."

"What are you?" said Uhura.

"Me? Why, I'm—I suppose it depends on the definition. I was thinking of Spenser's elves—or was it green and yellow creatures sitting on a buttercup I had in mind? Well, that would still leave us needing someone neither elf nor human."

McCoy looked at the ceiling. Uhura looked at her feet, and Kirk looked at Spock. The Coceytus considered all the glances carefully. "I see," he said. "Mr. Spock?"

Spock returned Kirk's glance for a moment, then pulled Uhura to him. McCoy took his gaze off the ceiling.

"Open," the Coceytus said, some moments later.

"Don't I get a turn?" said McCoy plaintively. "Oh, well," he added, "sorry we couldn't find a more Prince Charming sort of neither-nor for you, Uhura."

"Mr. Spock is quite satisfactory," she said calmly as she hurried out the door.

"No accounting for tastes," sighed McCoy, and ran to catch up to them.

They followed the Coceytus down a long corridor, dimly lit by rows of small blue lights set in the floor. The inverted shadows cast up on their faces distorted their looks. Kirk felt as if he was in a pack of monsters and had to fight the impulse to run and get away from the beasts.

The corridor ended, and three narrower corridors branched off from it. They stopped, uncertain which way to go. The Coceytus peered down each one, snuffing the chilly air. The little group pulled together in a cluster at the end of the corridor, hemmed in by a cage on one side and a large roll-top desk at the other. The cage held a stinking creature, something like a small dragon, so far as they could see it. Although it was asleep, they drew away from it and pressed up against the desk. Its surface was hidden by a mass of books, three jars of herbs, a row of quill pens in a stand, a half-written parchment, a plaster bust, and an inkwell full of a golden liquid that gave off a light. It was a faint light, but it seemed sharp after the shadowy blues. The parchment, too, shone gold, and a little pool of gold light was gathering on a furry blotter left beneath the pens.

"Still wet," Spock murmured. "I wonder…"

He reached for the parchment, but the Coceytus whirled, so swiftly that he knocked against Uhura, and caught Spock's arm. "Caref—"

"Master! Master!" yelled the plaster bust. Its voice was high and echoed thinly down the corridors.

Uhura stumbled, and McCoy steadied her. "Are you all right?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, "one of those pens pricked me, that's all."

A screaming and clattering rose in the distance from the middle corridor. The thing in the cage snored and sighed and made a whistling sound like water boiling. The Coceytus shrugged and then ran headlong down the right hand corridor. It led them to a flight of winding stairs. There were no banisters, and the stairs were steep, so they used hands as well as feet in their race. Kirk, scrambling up the stairs, felt he had become one of the pack and wondered why he was not baying. A light flickered from the top of the stairs as they circled, and he ordered himself to concentrate on it.

The Coceytus reached the next floor and ran at random to the left. Kirk grabbed him and tugged him to a halt. The others collided with them.

"Look!" said Kirk, trying to pull his arm out of the tangle to point.

"What?" said the Coceytus. "Oh!"

The light was daylight, shining through a small, dirty window set high in the wall. McCoy, shorter than the others, looked at it dubiously.

The Coceytus jumped into the air and tugged at the window, but it stuck fast.

"Smash it," ordered Kirk.

The Coceytus nodded, wrapped his arm in his cloak, and swung. Fresh light streamed in, blinding them.

McCoy reached tentatively for the ledge.

"No need," said the Coceytus. He dropped to the floor, sprang up past the window, carrying Uhura, and shoved her out.

McCoy shivered as he was pulled up, partly from the rush of cool air, partly from the howls coming up the stairs. He fell heavily to the ground, a few feet below, and stood still, until Uhura grabbed him out of the way of Spock's descending feet. Kirk landed next, but the Coceytus, dropping after him, hung choking a foot above the ground, his cloak caught securely in a large blue hand.

Spock and Kirk tugged the cloak free, and the young man fell to his knees. They dragged him up again, and the group pelted across the red and orange flowers, a lawn of yellowed grass, up a hill, and down the hill through a wood. At the foot they came out of the wood to a narrow, dusty road.

"Do we dare follow this?" asked Kirk.

"We can make better time on it," said the Coceytus. "I think we'd better take the risk of being followed."

"All right, let's go," said Kirk.

The Coceytus offered his arm to Uhura, and McCoy smiled, wondering how she would react to the archaic courtesy. She accepted the arm. McCoy stared for a moment and dropped back a pace to the other side of the pair. He touched the wrist with the tiny scratch. It was cold. "How does your wrist feel?" he asked.

"Pretty awful," she said.

They were whispering, but Spock heard anyway. ''Lieutenant—" he began.

"My fault, too," the Coceytus interrupted. "Or no one's fault, really. A wizard's castle is just plain dangerous."

McCoy pulled out his diagnostikit and held it to the injured wrist as they walked along. "You keep talking about magic," he remarked, "but…" He paused.

"What is it, Bones?" asked Kirk.

"I can't get a reading."

"That's what happens to precision scientific instruments in a wizard's world," said the Coceytus.

McCoy looked at the diagnostikit again. It was obstinately motionless. He finished his remark: "but you must know what you're talking about, so do you have any ideas on what happened to Uhura? Was the ink poisoned?"

"Not necessarily," the Coceytus answered, "but poisonous, at any rate."

"Then we'll stop as soon as we cross a stream," McCoy said. "Do you think you can go on farther?" he asked Uhura gently. "We could rig something to carry water back in."

"I can manage," she said.

Spock raised his head and ran a few steps ahead of them. "There's a stream not far away," he called back. "I can hear it."

"How far?" said Kirk.

"I'm not sure. It probably crosses the road, but I think it's closer this way." Spock and Kirk pushed open a way through the underbrush that clogged the wood on the side away from the wizard's castle and held it open as the Coceytus and McCoy helped Uhura after them. Several yards later they came to the stream so suddenly that Kirk and Spock both slipped in.

"As long as we're wet anyway…" Kirk said.

Spock nodded and locked hands with him.

"Come on Lieutenant," Kirk said. "You'll have to get wet, Doctor." They carried Uhura over to the farther side, which was higher and not so grown over with brush. A grassy bank sloped up for several feet before the wood began again. McCoy splashed after them, grumbling at the Coceytus, who arced across in a graceful parabola.

"Cheer up," Kirk told him, "this may free us from pursuit."

"Thanks."

Kirk brushed twigs out of his uniform. "Now what, Bones?"

McCoy took out a small surgical knife from his kit. "I wish I had some proper materials with me," he muttered, "but this will have to—Coceytus, are you wearing a sword?"

"Yes." He shrugged back his cloak to reveal it.

"All right. Use it to cut me a bandage off your cloak. About so wide." McCoy gestured to show the width and turned to Uhura. "I'm sorry, this will hurt. Kneel by the stream."

She managed a smile. "You got it wrong, Doctor. You mean: Now this will only hurt a little bit."

He smiled back. "I'll ask you afterwards. Spock, hold her arm steady for me."

Uhura remained silent as he slashed across the scratch, motioned Spock to let go, and thrust her arm into the stream. He held it there some moments, forcing the blood to flow out freely, then bathed the wound and took the arm out. Instantly, the Coceytus bound the strip of cloth over the wound.

"Neat," McCoy said. "You've had training?"

"A little. First-aid procedures, mostly."

"You'd better lie down, Uhura," McCoy said.

Spock helped her down, and she sighed as she sank into the long grass. "You were right, Doctor," she said.

"Of course," he said smugly, and felt the injured arm. It was cool from the water, so he could not tell if it was cold in itself. He scowled at the arm. "I wish I could be sure lancing was any good against venom."

"Aren't you?" Uhura said, startled.

"There's no proper proof for it, medically speaking," McCoy answered. "But, medically speaking, a treatment that perhaps helps, does not damage, and is expected by the patient is a treatment that should be applied."

He glanced at Spock, waiting for the Vulcan to comment, "Most illogical," but Spock was silent, lost in thought. When he spoke it was to the Coceytus. "If you don't know where we are, do you know where we are going?"

Kirk broke in, "You know more about where we are than you admitted back in the castle."

"Well, I guessed more. I still don't know. I don't suppose any of you have read Spenser's epic poem The Faerie Queen ?"

"No," said Uhura and McCoy.

"Yes," said Kirk and Spock. They looked at each other speculatively.

"You surprise me, Mr. Spock," said Kirk.

"I may say the same, Captain," Spock replied.

Kirk smiled. "You'd be surprised what a serious young man will get through who thinks captains are supposed to be well-read."

"And Spock is a walking reference library, we all know that," said McCoy. "Perfectly simple. Go on, Coceytus."

"I think we are either in Spenser's Faery Land or near it. More likely near it."

"Why?" said Kirk.

"Someone in Spenser's world wouldn't know about the Spenserian stanza, unless he was a wizard interested in other worlds. None of the wizards Spenser describes sound as if they'd be much interested in knowledge that isn't immediately useful; they're too busy haring after power—or dames. A mark of a poor wizard."

"That sounds like a professionally righteous indignation," McCoy commented.

The Coceytus grinned. "I'm not in the profession, but I suppose I've absorbed their attitude. No, our wizard has to be someone who is close enough to Spenser's Faery Land to enjoy making fun of it and learned enough to have run across Spenser."

Spock said, "I wonder if we are justified in assuming that 'our wizard' is hostile."

"Well, I generally assume someone is hostile when a stranger comes to his door to ask for hospitality, and he orders his servants to grab the visitor and lock him up.''

"Why were you asking for hospitality?" asked Uhura.

"I got lost during a dragon hunt and fell into another country," he answered. "It's easy to do Back of the Beyond."

"Back of what?"

"Back of the Beyond…let's see…I guess you could call it Fairyland in General. The terrains shift a lot, so if you go near the border of one country Back of the Beyond it's easy to find yourself someplace else you'd never heard of. Why do you think our wizard may be friendly, Mr. Spock?"

"He provided you with the means of escape, or so I should assume."

"The means of…Oh, yes! You and Uhura. Yes, it's a possibility. His dungeon implies a certain piquant sense of humor. But if it's all a joke, I'm not sure I care for his taste in comedy. But as to where, we're going—maybe nowhere. If there's a full moon tonight I may be able to call my people without any help. Otherwise, where we're going is in search of a friendly wonder-worker to help me. If we're in Spenser's world, we could try Lady Cambina. If we're not, I haven't the faintest idea."

Kirk nodded. The whole set-up was ridiculous, but at least it had a modicum of internal consistency. "Uhura, do you feel up to walking again?"

"Yes, Captain," she said.

"Careful, Jim," McCoy interposed, "Uhura is one of those idiots who hate to admit a weakness. I think it's a bad habit she picked up from you and Spock."

"I really do feel well enough," she said, and got to her feet unaided to prove it.

"Good," said Kirk, "then we'll follow the stream to where it meets the road and follow the road till we find someone who can direct us to a wizard."

They set off, Uhura taking Spock's arm, but they had only gone a few steps when a knight came riding into view around the curve of the stream. His horse picked its way daintily along the strip of bank between water and wood. The knight was in full plate armor, neatly jointed.

"Well," said Kirk, "he looks like one of Spenser's knights."

"Yes," agreed Spock, "although I don't recall a description of a shield like that."

"Azure, a sphere argent," said the Coceytus. "I don't either."

The knight pushed up the bevor of his helmet with one hand and lowered his lance with the other in a flowing, easy motion which, Kirk suspected, took great strength. The face revealed was fair and conventionally handsome—he looked a little like Kirk, except that his features were set in a grave expression.

"Looks like Jim when he has to order other people into danger," McCoy thought to himself, and suppressed a smile.

The Coceytus stepped forward. "Good…" He paused and glanced uncertainly at the sun. "Good day, sir knight."

"Good day, youngling. Are you all Paynims?"

"All?" The Coceytus blinked. "None of us are."

"Your lady is, or should be. I have never seen a Christian with so black a Saracen's hide."

Uhura stared at him and decided the words were meant to be insulting. She rummaged through her memory for the few When-Knighthood-Was-in-Flower stories she had read and said coldly, "Sir, a knight is, or should be, courteous."

"I pray your pardon, lady." The knight raised his lance, and set it back in its holder, then dismounted and knelt before Uhura. "I have ridden far today, and my heart is burdened. I did not understand that the ladies of this land could look and…and dress so strangely."

He managed not to stare at her bare legs, left free by her uniform. Uhura, visualizing herself in a long dress with a flowing train, suddenly realized what an arousing sight a woman's ankle must be in his world and said gravely, "Your error is forgiven, sir."

Spock raised an eyebrow at the deep solemnity of her tone, and she nearly broke up. But she swallowed hard and managed not to laugh. Fortunately, the Coceytus distracted the knight's attention. "Then you are not a native to this country, sir?" he said.

"No, I am Adamantus of Faery Land."

Kirk and Spock exchanged congratulatory glances.

"And I serve Queen Gloriana—and my heart's lady, Constance." Sir Adamantus looked around "What is this country's name?" he asked.

"Alas, Sir Adamantus, we are strangers to it," said the Coceytus. "We had hoped you could tell us." He went on to introduce the group, tacking a knighthood onto Kirk and calling McCoy "Surgeon McCoy."

McCoy suspected that a few extra syllables were slurred into the word, so that Sir Adamantus would hear it as Chirurgeon.

Sir Adamantus bowed to them, and a few moments of embarrassing silence followed. The knight looked uncomfortable, as if wishing they would all go away. At last he said cautiously, "What make you, traveling so near an enchanter's castle?"

"We just escaped from it," said Kirk. "He had us locked up."

"Truly?" said Adamantus eagerly, "then I need not hide my thoughts. Now let me see…the third oak, Lady Cambina said, and the fifth stone. Here is the third oak." He glanced at a large tree at the edge of the wood and turned to the stream. "One…two…" He stopped and wrinkled his eyebrows. "Think you a pebble is a stone?"

"Yes," said Spock.

"No," said the Coceytus, "not for a spell."

"I am no vile sorcerer!" Sir Adamantus exclaimed, turning on him.

"I can see that," said the Coceytus, ''but something of sorcery concerns you."

The knight nodded and finished his count. He drew his sword and took as deep a breath as his armor allowed, then stooped and rolled aside the fifth stone at the stream's edge. A fox sprang out of the hole. The sword flashed blue in the sunlight and chopped off its head. A duck flew squawking out of the bloodless carcass. Sir Adamantus grabbed it and wrung its neck. An egg dropped out of it into the stream. Adamantus snatched the egg, leaning so far in that he nearly toppled over, and Kirk had to pull him back.

"Thank you, Sir James," he said, and rose slowly, holding the egg in both hands. "Now I hold the enchanter's heart, and he must do my will—if I can get to him."

"Oh?" said the Coceytus. "May we know your will?"

"I seek the Lady Constance, stol'n from me by the Titan's daughter, Mutability. I know only that she hid her nowhere in Faery Land. It is my hope that this enchanter can show me the road that leads to my love."

"Sir Adamantus, perhaps we can assist each other," said Kirk. "We were going to go looking for a friendly wizard…"

"You would have looked long!" said Adamantus. "Sir James, know you not that all men of magic are evil? The essence of magic is deceit. So say all wise men, and I know it to be true, for, look you, what is magic but the shifting of appearances, and the changing of true substance to false? A thing which my lady could never abide."

"She will have to," suggested the Coceytus, "if magic is the only way for you to rescue her."

The knight looked with horror at the egg in his hands. "True—and I am already stained with sorcerous dealing. How shall I face my lady?" He turned to his horse and fumbled in his saddlebag with one hand, drawing out at last a sort of canvas sack, which he proceeded to draw over his shield.

"What are you doing?" asked McCoy.

"I cannot bear my lady's moon, the emblem of constancy, on my shield while the taint of magic is upon me."

"But I thought the moon was the emblem of inconstancy," said McCoy.

Kirk and Spock made "shut up" gestures at him. "Not in the Spenserian universe, Doctor," whispered Spock.

Kirk drew his imaginary knighthood around him and held Adamantus' hand from fastening the cover. "Sir Adamantus," he said, "it may be you mistake the matter." He pulled the cover off. "Behold your moon—always in the full upon your shield. But in the unchanging heavens she waxes and wanes in her appointed course. Surely the changes of magic, rightly used, can be as regular?"

Kirk paused to kick the Coceytus, who was grinning in frank appreciation of the Platonic sophistries, and went on, "Would your lady disdain to meet the Lady Cambina?"

"I do not know," said Adamantus. "It may be as you say."

The Coceytus slid smoothly into the attack. "You have lost your love, Sir Adamantus, and we have lost ourselves. If we help you win your way to the enchanter, will you ask him to help me call my people as well as help you find Lady Constance?"

"Yes," said Adamantus, and repeated it with more conviction, "yes, and gladly. If I do this thing at all I must do it with some hope of success, and I will freely tell you that it puzzled me much to consider how I should pass the enchanter's guards and protect myself without losing the egg. Sir James, will you do me the honor of wearing my sword? For I see yours is lost."

"I would be honored," said Kirk, accepting the sword. It was heavier than it looked, and he felt like a fool as he tried to find some way of holding it that would not result in his tripping the moment he took a step. Sulu, an enthusiastic fencer, had managed to persuade them all to learn the rudiments of fencing, but Kirk had never gone beyond, preferring to study more generally useful forms of in-fighting. He wished that he had accepted more of Sulu's tutelage, although he was not sure that it would have helped him at all with the monster, heavier than a saber, which he now held.

"Lady," said Adamantus, "will you please to ride?"

"Thank you," said Uhura uncertainly, and started towards the horse. The Coceytus steered her to the left side and helped her mount.

They went silently back to the road, back to the hill, through the wood to the hilltop, and down across the wizard's garden. Uhura looked in the broken window and peered carefully to both sides. "It's—" she began, and then remembered how the Coceytus had hovered in the air to read the inscription. So she craned her neck for a careful look upwards before leaning down from the horse to tell the others, "It's safe."

"Go ahead," said Kirk, "we'll follow."

The horse protested softly as she stepped to the saddle and into the hall through the window, but its master stroked it and held it steady. One after another the rest mounted the horse and scrambled into the castle, Adamantus last of all.

Something small squeaked on the right and dashed gibbering around a corner before they could see what it was. Kirk and the Coceytus looked at each other. Holding their swords ready, they stepped out in front of the rest and walked towards the corner.

Sir Adamantus forgot he had no sword and moved up beside them, grinding his teeth in frustration when Spock pulled him back. He glared at the egg in his hands and muttered "Sorcery!"

They reached the corner, turned it, and stopped. Two large, blue trolls stood blocking their way with drawn swords.

"En garde!" yelled Kirk, and feinted to the right, cursing the sword's weight which slowed him down as he went under the troll's parry and thrust at its breast. But the thrust almost went home. The troll had to jump back a pace to avoid it.

Kirk thrust again, half seeing out of one eye that the Coceytus, his cloak whirled around his left arm as a shield, was driving the other troll slowly back. Kirk wondered if his fencing stance was wrong. The Coceytus, facing his opponent directly, instead of turning his body sideways, thrust and slashed and darted to one side or another at his ease, while Kirk moved rigidly straight ahead, his thighs aching with the unaccustomed strain of the crab-like steps. But still his troll gave ground before his thrusts, and still he parried its strokes successfully.

Kirk gasped as the troll's sword jabbed his arm. He paused for a moment at the hot sting, but the wound was slight, and he was able to thrust once more. Even in that thrust he was wondering why the troll looked so upset, but it was his last stroke.

Spock announced loudly from behind him, "This is no battle."

The Coceytus beat his opponent's sword upwards, stepped back, and lowered his sword.

"You say true, Master Spock," said Adamantus, wonderingly.

Kirk let his arm fall.

The trolls stared at each other in consternation.

"Wizard!" yelled the Coceytus, "What's your game?"

A tall form stepped into the doorway. "To get you into this room. As you seem to have discovered my little device, I shall simply invite you in. If you'll step aside, I'll send your escort away."

The Coceytus stepped back to one side, shielding Adamantus.

The trolls looked miserable.

"You have done well," the wizard reassured them, "but now go and rest."

They stomped down the corridor and around the corner. Their footsteps echoed all the way to the staircase. The wizard shouted after them, "Find the glazier and tell him to fix the window, while you're at it," then stepped out of the doorway.

"Now what do we do?" said Kirk.

"Go on, I guess," said the Coceytus.

The room they came into was warmer than the corridor had been, for a large fire was lit and trying hard to take the chill off the stones. The wizard, a cadaverous man dressed in black, stood leaning against the mantelpiece. If he had stood upright he would have been taller than any of them, even Sir Adamantus. As it was, the Coceytus and McCoy looked like two small boys, and the others felt uncomfortably shrunken.

"Welcome, madam and gentlemen," said the wizard. "Won't you sit down?"

After a moment the Coceytus held a chair for Uhura and sat down next to her. "We thank you, lord of the house," he said.

McCoy followed suit and said meditatively, "Well, it seems you're not a wicked wizard after all."

"Wicked," the wizard repeated. "That is a curious word you humans use."

"Not just humans," interrupted the Coceytus.

The wizard paid no attention. "As I understand it," he went on, "it describes one who puts his own interests above those of others. Yes, of course I am wicked. However, I find it to my interest to grant your wishes."

"You must, vile enchanter, for I hold your heart."

"Yes, Sir Adamantus, precisely. My name, by the way, is Threngil. I prefer it to 'lord of the house' or…other titles."

His guests were all seated now, except Adamantus. The knight shook his head and sat down. Threngil arched his back once against the fire's warmth, then drew up a chair and sat down, too. "Tell me, Mr. Spock," he said, "how did you discover my stratagem?"

"Captain Kirk is not a skilled swordsman. The Coceytus obviously is, if I may judge by speed and appearance of ease. Yet each was driving his opponent back at the same pace. The discrepancy could not reasonably be due to chance."

"Thank you," said Threngil. "Now your wounds should be seen to." He rose, and Kirk pressed back into his chair, shrinking away from him. The wizard smiled bitterly and held out his hands to the ceiling. A quantity of white bandages fell into them. "Here," he said to McCoy, "but remember to change them when you return to your…spaceship. They will turn into cobwebs."

McCoy glanced at the Coceytus, who nodded. So McCoy bound up Kirk's wounds, and, after a moment's hesitation, put a fresh bandage on Uhura's arm.

Meanwhile Threngil went on, "Would you like some food or drink?"

"Master Threngil!" Adamantus burst out, but then stopped.

"We would, thank you," said the Coceytus.

Threngil clapped his hands and told the goblin who ran to the door to bring wine, fruit, and meat. "You are quite correct, Sir Adamantus," he remarked. "I enjoy your torment. But, aside from that, your companions are hungry. The Coceytus, for example, has eaten nothing for some twelve hours. You must forgive me," he said, turning to the Coceytus, "but I expected Sir Adamantus to arrive this morning. When he didn't I forgot to wake you for breakfast."

"You expected me?"

"Yes," said the wizard, "what kept you?"

"An old man was trying to get in his harvest, and his son was ill." Adamantus looked ashamed. "It is not work fit for a knight, but they needed help."

"You mortals have such inconsistent ideals," murmured Threngil. "I sometimes wonder how you ever disentangle them. However, you are here now. My intention, you see, was to send my servants to capture you before you reached the stream."

"But how did you know I was—"

"It is not so easy to sneak up on a wizard's heart as you suppose. One feels these things. And one has equipment to substantiate one's feeling." Threngil nodded at a crystal ball on the mantelpiece. "As it turned out, the Coceytus occupied the dungeon meant for you. And, as I inadvertently provided him with the means of escape, he escaped just when I should have sent my guards out to meet you, and they spent so much time chasing him that they missed you. A pity—such an ingenious plan."

"Why didn't you just hide your heart someplace else?" said McCoy.

"I cannot touch it. That is the penalty for security. I could have sent my servants, if they were fit to be trusted, but they are not."

"Are you?" said Adamantus suddenly.

"It all depends. For example, I am perfectly trustworthy as long as you hold my heart. I would be more comfortable, I may say, if you held it a little less tightly."

Adamantus relaxed his grip, after a suspicious glance, and Threngil slumped down in his chair. "Thank you," he said, straightening up again, "that is better. And here is your food. Excellent."

Threngil poured himself some wine and took a pear and some meat, tasted each, nodded his approval, and sent the goblin on to serve the others. Kirk wondered if the wizard was eating only to prove to his guests that they were not being poisoned, and decided that he probably was. With or without poison, the food was good and the wine excellent.

McCoy sipped his wine and carefully tasted it, enjoying both the light-bodied rosé and Spock's look of disapproval. "You really ought to try it, Spock," he said.

"Give up, Doctor," said Uhura, "you'll never change him."

"A teetotaller?" said Threngil. "Dear me, how interesting. And he sent the goblin back to bring Spock some water. "Now, Sir Adamantus," he said, "my plan originally was to take you prisoner, because I thought I could not fulfill your demands. I know where the Lady Constance is, but I cannot get there."

"Where?" said Adamantus eagerly.

"On the Moon."

"That's impossible," said McCoy. "She couldn't live there—or is she there but not alive?"

"Master Leech, do not say it," begged Adamantus.

"She is alive," said Threngil. He added to the doctor, "You know and I know that the moon is an airless rock, but in Queen Gloriana's realm they do not know it—and, I believe, it is not so in their sky. I changed my plan, however, when the Coceytus arrived, for I found in his mind an image he calls a spaceship. I took him prisoner and set about trying to transport a spaceship here for him to fly—"

"You could have asked me."

"Would you have agreed?"

"Oh—probably."

"I preferred the certainty. I worked through the night and, indeed, found a spaceship. But my attempt to bring the whole ship here, as you see, foundered." He gestured at the four from the Enterprise.

"Look here," said Kirk, "one man alone couldn't operate my ship."

"Indeed?" said Threngil. "Then it is fortunate that you have already promised Sir Adamantus your assistance."

McCoy touched his diagnostikit. "The Enterprise won't operate Back of the Beyond, will it?" he said.

"Normally, no," said the Coceytus. "However, things could be arranged." He rose. "May I?"

Threngil nodded, and the Coceytus took the crystal ball off the mantelpiece and sat down with it. He stroked it with his right hand, never taking his finger-tips off it, and crooned a spell over it softly.

A cloud of color grew up in the crystal—shapeless, so far as Kirk could see, but the Coceytus spoke to it happily.

"Hello, Father…Yes, I'm in trouble again…No, I'd like to be transported to a ship called the Enterprise. I've got four members of its crew here with me…No, six of us all together. Sir Adamantus of Spenser's Faery…Just a moment." Ho turned to Kirk. "Where is the Enterprise now?"

Kirk gave him the co-ordinates, wondering what, if anything, they would mean to the young jack-of-all-trades. He rattled them off to the crystal ball and went on, "And then, can you transport the Enterprise to the Spenserian world with enough of its own space to leave it operable? …Thanks—oh, anywhere between the Moon's orbit and Mercury's will do. Can you keep in touch with me through all that? …Right. Bye."

"Between the Moon and Mercury?" said Kirk.

The Coceytus nodded.

"A Ptolemaic universe, sir," said Spock.

"I should have known," said Kirk ruefully. "It's described in the Mutability Cantos. That reminds me of something." He stared into his glass of wine as the lines came back to him. "Cynthia lives in her palace on the Moon. Couldn't she send Lady Constance back to Earth? Why hasn't she done something to help her?"

"Because Mutability put a spell of silence on the lady's lips and told Cynthia that the parents of the speechless maiden begged her to take the girl under her protection. Not a very good lie, but she left before anyone could challenge it."

"A spell of silence," mused the Coceytus. "Do you know what can break it?"

"Threngil let his head fall back and nearly choked on howls of rusty laughter. "What would, you guess, Coceytus?" he gasped at last, "what would you guess?"

The Coceytus raised his eyebrows. "True love's kiss?"

"Exactly!"

"You wizards seem to like kisses in spells," remarked McCoy.

"Mutability is no wizard," said Threngil. "I like kisses in spells because they provide the maximum embarrassment for the participants—hence, the maximum amusement for me. But lovers feel no embarrassment at kissing. True love's kiss is not only unimaginative but dull. Still, what can you expect from a Titan's daughter?"

The Coceytus stood up. "We'll be off in a minute," he said. The others rose, except Threngil and Adamantus. "You'd better stand up," he told the knight, and turned to the wizard. "Thank you for your unusual hospitality. I've enjoyed myself, I think, in a way, on the whole."

"I'm delighted to hear it," answered Threngil. "Sir Adamantus, tell me, do you insist on dragging my heart all over the universe, or will you consider my part played and leave it behind so that I can spell it back into hiding?"

Adamantus looked at the wizard for a moment and set the egg down carefully. "Farewell, Master Threngil," he said.

"Farewell."

The Coceytus looked at the egg. "Why not put it back where it belongs?"

Haze closed around them as the wizard answered, "That is a—" Their ears popped at the slight difference in air-pressure between Threngil's castle and the bridge of the Enterprise.

"Captain!" said Sulu, jumping out of the captain's chair, ''Where've you been the last five minutes?"

"Five minutes?" said Kirk.

"Yes, and who's that?" asked Sulu. "And that?" he added, a moment later. Adamantus' armor was so spectacularly out of place that the Coceytus was at first invisible.

Kirk looked around at the familiar chairs and panels. His arm hurt, and he could feel a little blood oozing out of the cut. A bit of wadded-up cobweb fell from his sleeve to the floor. "I'm not sure I know the answers to any of your questions, Mr. Sulu, but these gentlemen are called Sir Adamantus and the Coceytus."

Sulu started over to his own seat, but Kirk stopped him. "Keep command, Mr. Sulu. We're going down to the sick-bay for a few minutes."

While McCoy cleansed and bound Uhura's wound properly, Kirk said, "The five minutes' absence is your doing, Coceytus?"

"Yes. My father's, rather."

"How long do we have till the next shift?"

"A few minutes—longer than it took him to get ready to get us here. It's a more complicated movement."

"I appreciate that," Kirk said dryly.

"How does that feel, Uhura?" asked McCoy.

"Not bad. I don't feel shaky all over now."

"Good. Your turn, Jim." He set to work on Kirk's arm.

"Uhura," said Kirk, "you're relieved from duty, if you want to be. You, too, Spock. We've all had a—well—a disquieting time."

"I'd rather not, sir," Uhura said. "At least, not till after we've seen the Ptolemaic Moon."

"Understandable," said Kirk. "Same with you, Spock?"

"Yes, Captain."

McCoy grinned. "Can't I be relieved from duty so I can come hang around the bridge for the fun?"

"Yes, if you're done tying ribbons on me."

"Done, Captain."

"All right." Kirk looked around at his little company. Grass, dirt, and water competed for precedence in staining, and his own uniform had a small patch of dried blood in addition to everything else. "I'll see you on the bridge, when we've changed. Sir Adamantus, Coceytus, would you like to borrow fresh clothes?"

"Better not," said the Coceytus. "We'll be out of here pretty quickly."

A few minutes later they were all gathered on the bridge. Uhura and Kirk were the last. They entered together and found the second navigator and the second communications officer standing by the captain's chair, listening incredulously to a discussion of the advantages of fencing as opposed to sword-fighting with a shield between Sulu and Sir Adamantus. Spock, McCoy, and the Coceytus were listening with less interest, although the Coceytus occasionally threw in remarks, randomly supporting one side or the other.

Spock rose from the captain's chair, in his obtrusively quiet way, and walked to his own when he saw Kirk. Sulu and the navigation and communications officers scurried to theirs. "All in order, Mr. Spock?" said Kirk, ignoring the race to restore order.

"Yes, sir," said Spock.

As Kirk and Uhura took their seats the ship bucked. Kirk clamped his teeth against a cry as his injured arm bumped against the arm of the chair.

"Captain," said Sulu unhappily, "is that Earth I see on the screen, or aren't you sure of that, either?"

"I'm not sure, Mr. Sulu," said Kirk cautiously, "but it's an Earth. We won't be here long. Set a course for the Moon."

"Without crossing the Moon's orbit," added the Coceytus.

"Seriously?" said Sulu.

"Yes," said Kirk.

"Otherwise you'll break the crystal sphere," explained the Coceytus.

Sulu and the second navigator looked at each other and then at the Coceytus. "What crystal sphere?" they said in unison.

"The one the Moon is set in. All the planets are set in them. Their turning is what makes everything rotate around the earth, you know. If you can get a view on your screen at right angles to the plane of the ecliptic you should be able to see the axletree."

"Oh," said Sulu.

"What axletree?" said the second navigator.

"The one that turns the crystal spheres."

"Sir, we can't establish an orbit this way," offered the second navigator.

"Unnecessary," said Kirk. "We just want an approach close enough to beam Sir Adamantus down."

The second navigator subsided with a few muttered remarks about plate armor and space-suits, and he and Sulu set the course.

"Captain," said Uhura, "I'm picking up something."

"Radio?" said Spock incredulously, going to look over her shoulder.

"Yes, but Very Low Frequency. Not more than four kilocycles or so. Just a moment. I think I can make it audible."

Soon she had a sweet humming sound filling the bridge. It was a chord, but the base note was much lower than the rest. They found themselves straining to hear all the notes equally. The blend had a comforting sound. Kirk felt his head fall back, his muscles eased, and the pain left his arm. It occurred to him that he should not be staring slack-jawed at the ceiling, but he was too comfortable to do anything about it. He could just see an upside-down Coceytus running towards Uhura before the young man collapsed languidly out of his field of vision.

"Spock!" the Coceytus called. It was meant to be desperate, but it came out in a yawn, blending with the sweet noise.

Spock moved one hand slowly past Uhura. At last he fell, knocking them both against the panel, where his hand, dragging along the dials, found the main communicator and turned it off.

Kirk snapped his head down and sprang out of his chair. The Coceytus thrust himself off the floor. Spock and Uhura disentangled themselves, murmuring polite apologies. McCoy rubbed his eyes and asked, "What in heaven's name was that?"

"A most apt expletive, Doctor," said Spock. "The music of the spheres, obviously."

"Oh, obviously," agreed Kirk. A slow, joyous smile crept over his face. McCoy glared at him.

"Stop jotting that down in your mental notebook of Spockisms and do something! Sir."

"Spock's done all that's necessary, but I suppose I could escort Sir Adamantus to the transporter room. Sulu, how soon will we be close enough?"

"Five minutes, sir."

"Excellent." Kirk bowed, glancing sideways to see if the Coceytus enjoyed the gesture. He did. "Sir Adamantus, may I show you the way?"

"Lead on, Sir James."

Kirk reappeared by himself shortly. "Uhura," he said, "stand by to notify the transporter room. Sulu, give her the signal directly."

"Yes, sir," they said.

Kirk examined the screen unhappily. "Mr. Spock," he said. "Is there really any life on that Moon?"

Spock checked the sensors. "Affirmative, sir. Quite a large concentration in one spot—I assume it to be the location of Cynthia's palace."

"What are they breathing?" asked Sulu.

"Ether."

"There isn't any such thing," several voices said.

"If you like attenuated, but breathable, air any better, you may call it air. However, it extends beyond the surface of the Moon. It is, in fact, pervasive, except in our immediate vicinity. I prefer to call it ether."

"Quite right," said the Coceytus.

On the screen the Moon grew larger. Already they could see Cynthia's palace of ivory and silver. Slowly the palace grew, and they could see figures running out of the palace to stare at them.

"Now," said Sulu.

"Now," said Uhura to the intercom.

A silver figure appeared on the plain and moved towards the palace. One of the figures in the group ran forward to meet the newcomer. They embraced.

"Now," said the Coceytus to the empty air.

The ship jerked again, and they were back where they had started a few minutes—or hours—ago.

"Goodbye," said the Coceytus, and disappeared.

Spock looked at the empty space and turned to Kirk. "Sir, how will you enter this on the log?"

"Well Mr. Spock…" Kirk said and paused. He smiled sweetly. "That's not your concern."

"No, sir," agreed Spock politely.

"Besides, you'll look it up as soon as the Captain goes off duty," said McCoy.

Spock looked hurt.

Sulu leaned back in his chair and counted faces. The right ones were all there. "I don't suppose, Captain," he remarked, "that you have any sureties now about what happened?"

"Oh, yes," said Kirk, "I have one, Mr. Sulu."

"And that is?''

"It never happened. And, since it never happened, I need not record it in the log. Understood?"

They nodded.

"Mr. Sulu," said Spock thoughtfully.

"Yes?"

"I'd like a few more fencing lessons, if you don't mind."

"So would I," said Kirk.

"Me, too," said McCoy.

"I'd be delighted. How about you, Uhura?" said Sulu.

"No, thanks," she said, rising to go off duty. "I'm going to be too busy the next few days—there's a long poem I want to read, if the ship's library has it."

"It does," said Spock.

Note: With the help and guidance of Open Doors, we digitized the first volume of Spockanalia and imported it to AO3, which you can view here. In order to meet AO3's terms of service, some of the content was edited or removed. The full version of the zine is preserved on this blog. The masterpost is here.

[lenievi]

Spones Day 2023 fic

Canon divergent universe where TMP never happened. Takes place a few years before TWOK (but if TWOK happens is in the stars). Kirk has retired from Starfleet (just so you’re not confused), because I like that tidbit from Generations.

#McCoy didn’t know they were dating #first kiss #strangely proactive Spock

~1000 words. | G

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The door to the Transporter Beam-up Center opened, and mixed groups of various species started to come out. McCoy moved to the side to not stand in their way, his eyes scanning the crowd for Spock’s familiar face. It was a few minutes before he heard, “Doctor McCoy.”

McCoy startled. “I need to buy you a cowbell.”

Spock lifted an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been saying that for years, Doctor, and I’m still waiting.” He raised his hand, fingers spread in a Vulcan salute. “We meet again.”

McCoy blinked and looked at his hand. His third finger quivered as he tried to connect it with the fourth one, hoping to form a V, but with no success. He gave up, shaking his fingers a bit, relieving the slight pain in his ring finger. One day, one day, he would succeed.

Spock held out his hand, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. 

McCoy glared at him. “You could’ve done it from the beginning.” He clasped Spock’s hand, soaking in the warmth he hadn’t felt for three months. “How was the trip?” He let go.

“Commanding a ship full of cadets on their training voyage is hardly a trip, Doctor.”

“You visited Vulcan before that, didn’t you?”

Spock gave a stiff nod. “Sarek sends his regards.” He beckoned toward the exit. “Shall we?”

Spock led him to a nearby restaurant.

Even after three years, it still felt odd whenever Spock invited him out. Sometimes to a science or technical museum, sometimes to a restaurant, sometimes to an arboretum. Just the two of them. If anyone had told him that ten years ago, five years ago, hell, even three years ago, he would scoff and tell them not to drink anymore. But Spock kept reaching out, and McCoy kept saying yes.

“Have you spoken to Jim recently?” McCoy asked after they ordered. He kept his eyes on the tabletop, not wanting to see Spock’s judging expression.

“Not since before my trip to Vulcan,” Spock said. “He acquired a dog.”

McCoy raised his head. “Jim has a dog?”

“His name is Butler.”

McCoy blinked.

“You would know that if you called him,” Spock said, his eyes piercing.

“Well…” McCoy wet his lips. “He could call me.”

“You informed him rather vehemently you didn’t want to see him unless he comes out of retirement.”

“You can’t tell me you think he can just live on a farm in Idaho and be happy.”

“That is not for us to judge.” Spock sipped his tea. “He appears to miss you.”

McCoy’s stomach did a funny flip. He reached for his glass of water and clasped it in both hands. His argument with Jim was ugly, and they hadn’t seen or talked to each other for two years.

“So, uhm…” he started but was saved by the waiter bringing their meals. The plates were placed, and McCoy grabbed the utensils. He should not think about Jim. Spock had always made it clear that they should resolve it themselves and did not wish to discuss it.

“It’s good to see you, Spock,” he said instead.

Spock smiled. 

They dug into their meals.

“My father offered me to work with him and accompany him to Ensis,” Spock said between bites.

McCoy frowned. “You want to leave Starfleet?”

“It would not immediately come to that, but it is an option I am considering.”

First Jim. Now Spock. McCoy had stayed in San Francisco because he wanted to stay close to them. Then Jim left. He stayed because Spock would have someone welcoming him back whenever he left on a training voyage. He stayed because… because he… 

He swallowed.

“I wanted to ask for… your opinion,” Spock said, his eyes focused somewhere behind McCoy’s shoulders. 

“My opinion?” McCoy put down his utensils. He didn’t feel hungry anymore.

“I have… always appreciated your company, Doctor.” Spock frowned. “Leonard.”

McCoy's heart skipped. He didn’t remember the last time Spock used his name.

“In the last three years, perhaps before that, the appreciation evolved, changed.” Spock looked him in the eyes. “I do not enjoy the thought of not seeing you for months.”

McCoy didn’t know what to say. His mind was flying at warp speed. The almost realization a minute ago. Every time Spock invited him to go somewhere. Every time McCoy invited Spock to his apartment, sharing meals, cooking together. The soft brushes of their shoulders, as they passed each other in McCoy’s narrow kitchen. The soft brushes of the back of their hands, as they walked down the streets or halls of the museums. Spock’s fingers on his elbow, demanding his attention. So common, so frequent that he didn’t even notice them anymore.

“Are we dating, Spock?” McCoy blurted out.

“As there hasn’t been an official agreement, we are not.”

“Do you want to?” McCoy asked before he could think about it.

The tips of Spock’s ears darkened. “That was the matter I wanted to discuss today. In order to answer my father’s offer, I first needed an answer from you.”

“Why?”

“I have already told you. I would have… missed you.”

McCoy could not hold back his smile, his cheeks growing hot.

“If you did not answer positively, creating a physical distance between us would be a logical thing to do.”

“The distance wouldn’t help,” McCoy murmured.

“Perhaps.” Spock inclined his head. “But it appears we do not have to test it.”

“But your father –”

“My father is aware.”

McCoy opened his mouth and closed it. “You…” He wet his lips. “You talked about us with Sarek?” Us. There was an us.

“My father thinks highly of you,” Spock said. “Mother too. She’d like it if you accompanied me next time I visit Vulcan.”

McCoy blinked.

“You don’t have to give me an answer today.” Spock bit his lower lip. McCoy hadn’t seen that habit in years. “But I would like to kiss you.”

McCoy nodded, lost for words. His heart beat loud in his ears. He raised his hand.

Spock leaned across the table and pressed their lips together.

[kirk-spock-fics]

hello! I'm looking for a fic that I read but have since been unable to find. It's sort of an arranged marriage fic. Spock needs to marry Jim to stay on board the enterprise for some reason, but the thing I remember most is Spock taking his marital duties very seriously and he would give Jim a flower each day (or often). I would really appreciate any help in finding this fic, it's so good! Thanks!

Hello!

The only fic I could find that matched your description of Spock bringing Jim flowers often is

Vulcan's Most Eligible Bachelor by museaway

mature aos, kirk/spock, kirk/spock prime victorian vulcans, courtship, language of flowers, love letters, marriage proposals words: 30,146 'Jim wasn't the one who saved Vulcan, but he's the one on a transport right now for a month-long stay as an honored guest. What he doesn't realize is they're all going to try and court him…including his first officer.'

It's not quite an arranged marriage or fake marriage fic but it's the closest I could find that included the part about flowers.

If anyone knows which fic this is, please share it in the comments or in an ask/submission!

Here are some other fics where Jim and Spock have to fake a marriage/relationship so they can stay together on the Enterprise:

My Love Is Bigger Than Your Love by gunstreet

explicit tos, kirk/spock fake marriage, marriage of convenience, jealous kirk, love confessions, first kiss, slash words: 29,065 'When Spock's mother sends him a message with a list of suitors he must choose from in short order lest he be barred from returning to his homeworld, his only alternative is to bring his own chosen spouse to Vulcan for his parents to meet for themselves. Spock not actually having a spouse is hardly a problem in Jim's mind. However, his brilliant plan has the potential to backfire in ways Jim could easily have predicted… and ways he could not have.'

Verisimilitude by CateAdams

explicit CW: graphic depictions of violence tos, mirror!kirk/mirror!spock, mirror universe marriage of convenience, action/adventure, romance, slash words: 15,527 'A new directive from the Imperial Fleet requires all officers of command rank to enter into legal marriage. On the ISS Enterprise, the order’s purpose is obvious: to allow political operatives to gain influence within the lucrative exploits of the flagship and divert more profits and power to the Admiralty. As the deadline approaches, the captain and first officer of the Enterprise devise an unlikely solution that forces a deeply personal reckoning.'

a sequence that you never learned by annataylor

explicit TW: implied childhood sexual abuse aos, kirk/spock kid fic, fake marriage, getting together, first time words: 64,624 'When Jim gets it in his head to adopt an eight year old Vulcan, Spock presents a logical solution to the issue of Jim's humanity: marriage to a Vulcan citizen.'

the warp and weft of your being by tardigradeschool

teen CW: past implied abuse aos, kirk/spock fake marriage, sharing a bed, hurt/comfort, crew as family, mutual pining words: 7,701 'When getting legally married to Spock is the only way to keep him on the ship, Jim is more than willing to do so. (In fact, upon reflection, it turns out that there are very few things he wouldn't do for Spock.)'

You Could Call It Love by lurikko

mature tos, kirk/spock, post-canon getting together, fake/pretend marriage, slow burn, unresolved sexual tension words: 45,791 'If marrying Spock is what it’s going to take to get them both back on Enterprise for another five-year mission, then Jim Kirk damn well is going to marry Spock.'

Nature of the Bond by jadztone

explicit tos movies, kirk/spock fake/pretend relationship, temporary amnesia, misunderstandings, mutual pining, sharing a bed, friends to lovers, old married spirk, pon farr, slash words: 32,429 'Just before they are to head back to Earth after the fal-tor-pan, Spock detects that he has a bond with Jim. Still having gaps in his memory, he attempts to analyze the nature of the bond. Spock concludes that he and Jim are bondmates, and says as much in front of Starfleet brass. Jim is shocked, but goes along with it out of fear that Starfleet would declare Spock unfit for duty. After telling Spock the truth, they agree to continue letting Starfleet believe that their bond is romantic in nature, while both privately wish that it was.'

[sleepymccoy]

Two thirds of a whole

“Your report indicated that you spent some time with the other Spock.”

“He was a strange man to meet,” McCoy muttered, sinking into a chair hesitantly.

“Tell me about him,” Spock invited, filling their glasses.

McCoy leant on the table and raised a hand. “Now, I don't want to sound egotistical, but the only change I know of was my not being on the Enterprise.”

“It is not egotistical to report your observations.”

McCoy smiled. “You might be wanting to take that back shortly, we'll see if I let you.”

Spock's gaze flashed to him. A strange expression passed his face, softer than most Spock let through when he was in control of himself, then he seemed to make a decision and looked at McCoy squarely. “Tell me,” he repeated.

“Well, he was lonely,” McCoy said simply. “He and their Jim weren't friendly. You- they weren't arguing or any sort, just not friendly. Jim was thinner too, more professional and detached. Broke my heart a bit. He did too.”

“He being the other Spock,” Spock clarified.

“Yeah.” McCoy pulled the water glass over and pressed it against his bourbon glass, feeling the grating tension of glass on glass in his fingers. “Didn't get along a lick with anyone on board. Didn't offer comments or defend his opinions beyond the bare minimum. He just worked, then went to his room and stayed there.”

“He sounds like a better Vulcan than I.”

McCoy glared at Spock. “You're the better man,” he shot back. Then, before Spock could disagree on principle, he continued. “He was sad, Spock, miserable and lonely! The way he latched onto me at the end there, you…” he sighed. “Ah, I dunno.”

Spock's eyebrow raise was enough of a response to keep McCoy talking.

“I don't know,” McCoy said carefully, “what he was getting out of me that no one else gives. I'd like to understand.”

“You are asking what benefit I find in knowing you?”

McCoy grit his teeth. “I suppose.” He drank. “You’re allowed to kick me out.”

Spock crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair. “It is a simple enough answer,” he said. “You are the antithesis of Vulcan logic. You exemplify the most challenging type of human interaction I could have - that is, one whose argument is based in emotion and unmoving. But you explain yourself well, and have improved my comprehension of the convoluted decision making processes humans take.”

“Huh,” McCoy said. He drank.

“Additionally- ”

“There's more?”

Spock ignored him. “- you take time to point out when I am culturally insensitive. Many simply take offense, but you communicate it. Often, you communicate it excessively. Perhaps this other Spock lacked your early tutelage and suffered for it. Although, I must add, Vulcan intimacy is far more impersonal than human and perhaps he is pleased with his relationships on board. Knowing no other.”

“He kissed me like he was dying.”

Spock's hand lurched, knocking against his water glass. It didn't tip over, they had broad bases in case of turbulance, but it shook from the impact.

McCoy went quiet and drank his bourbon.

“Where did he kiss you?” Spock asked at a whisper.

McCoy looked at the table top. Real wood, Spock was more of a sensualist than he admitted. “On the mouth, Spock, how dirty d'you think I am?”

“I mean- so, he kissed you in the human way?”

Spock's hands were balled into tight fists. His eyes were wide, his cheeks green. He was quite still.

“Yeah, I hadn't considered that,” McCoy said, trying with all his might to sound unaffected and like they were discussing lab results. He remembered the feeling of Spock’s fingers in his mouth. “He was good at it too, wonder where he learnt it.”

Spock waved his hand absently. Those fingers… “Before I met you,” he muttered. “Wait. You allowed it to continue long enough to tell? Were you willing?”

“I was surprised at first, but, Spock, there’s something about you- ”

Spock stood, his chair scraping back loudly.

“God, don't hit me,” McCoy muttered, “you're really strong.”

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This fic is complete now! If you enjoyed the snippet you'll enjoy the rest of the shenanigans they get up to <3

[trekkietales]

Yes Commander

Spock smut

Warning: smut with a smidge of plot, spanking, dom spock, female body.

Spock did have emotions. I saw him express them a few times. Though he had fantastic control over them. Just not when it came to me.

It started with a man at a bar. We finally got shore leave and Bones, Jim, Spock, and I decided we needed a drink. We all separate for different reasons. Jim was flirting, Bones wanted some kind of damn peace (his words), and Spock was getting drinks for himself and I. So here I was at a table, alone when some guy comes up and flirts with me.

I had no clue what to do. I was never good with people flirting with me. Before I could get Spocks attention, Chekov came up behind me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into him.

“Baby, is this man bothering you?”

“Yes, he is.” Before anything could happen the man ran off. Me and Chekov looked at each other and burst out laughing. By the time we got back onto the ship everyone knew what had happened.

Each time we passed each other we would sneak in a ‘baby’ or ‘dear’ and completely lose it each time. Sulu even got in on the joke and would say we look cute together. As the day went on everyone slowly forgot about it and when I was done with my shift I just about ran to my quarters. I walked in to see Spock. I smiled and he returned an eyebrow raise.

“I do believe that Chekov is down the hall.”

“Why would I want to be with him?”

"you two have gotten extremely close lately.'' It suddenly got super clear. Spock was jealous.

"Awe, is someone jealous?"

"Absolutely not. Jealousy is a human emotion, as a Vulcan I have suppressed all my emotions."

I knew Spock was upset. I also knew what to do to make him feel better. I grabbed his hand and led him to the couch and made him sit down. I then ran to the bedroom to change. I came back out in beautiful black lace and I knew I had him when he gulped.

I kneeled in between his legs and grabbed his hand. I put it on my face so he could read my mind. I went through every reason i love him. He pulled away and looked at me.

“I see how much you love me, wife. I just don’t understand the change in clothes if you were going to have us mind meld.” I laughed and started to unbutton his pants.

“Because, husband, I am not done showing you how much I love and appreciate you.” I pulled out his lok and licked a stripe from the base to the green tip.

No matter how many times I give him a blowjob, he never seems to get used to it. Blowjobs aren’t exactly normal on Vulcan. It’s actually considered almost gross on the alien planet.

Looking up at him through my eye lashes, I could see his restraint was about to snap. He was close. I quickened my pace to push him over the edge when he stopped me. I pulled back confused and worried I had done something wrong.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, I just don’t wanna waste my seed by spilling it into your mouth.” My cheeks heated up. I hadn’t meant for him to lose control. He seemed to gauge my expression and calmed me.

“I am in full control, I just know what I want.” He was so hot like this. I nodded and replied with something i knew was wrong.

“Yes, Spock.” His eyebrow raised. The small moment of humor left when I saw his eyes.

“You know what you call me when we are together.” I had two options. Say what I knew would get me out of trouble or be a little mischievous. I smiled and opened my mouth.

“Of course I know Spock.” I could see his eyes darken. He pulled me in for a human kiss and then pulled me down onto the bed with him. I thought I might have gotten away with it.

“You are wrong, you are getting punished. 20 spanks so you remember my name and you will count or I will restart.” He pulled down my pants and underwear.

Wack

“One.”

Wack

“Two”

Wack

“Three” while I might be weak my ass already started hurting. He noticed my eyes watering.

“Color?” He was worried he had accidentally been to hard.

“Green.” He continued after he rubbed his hand over my ass.

Wack

“Four”

Wack wack wack

“Five, six, seven!” I almost screamed it out.

Wack wack

“Eight, nine.”

Wack

“Ten.” He had smoothed his hand over my ass again. He knew i needed a break. Spock was very much dominant over me, but no matter how hard I pushed him, he always cares about me and never hurts me.

Wack wack wack

“Eleven, twelve, thirteen” Tears were streaming down my face now. Spock knew I didn’t wanna stop but I could feel his hesitation.

“Is that all you got,Spock?” His eyebrow raised again.

“Am I gonna have to break you to stop you from being a brat?”

Wack wack

“Fourteen, fifteen.” He paused and pulled my face up to look at him.

“What is my name?”

“Commander.” He had a satisfied look on his face.

“Good girl.”

Wack wack wack wack wack!

“Sixteen, seventeen,eighteen, nineteen, twenty!”

Spock immediately stopped and started to rub my ass again. This time he was super soft with me. After he knew my ass wouldn’t hurt when I sat on it he flipped me up and had me sit on his lap.

“I didn’t hurt you too much did I?”

“Absolutely not.” He leaned in and gave me a kiss. I deepened it and flipped us over with him on top. I felt his hands explore my body. The electric feeling of his hands on my skin making me feel so good. I took off his clothes and he slid into me.

He took his time in slowly rolling his hips into mine. Bits of Vulcan came out his lips. All translating to “i love you” “my mate” and “my love”. I was almost lost in my own world when he had started kissing my neck. I giggled when I felt his teeth graze my skin. Then he bit down. I looked at him almost alarmed. We had had sex before and he never done that.

“Now people will look at you and know you are taken.” It clicked. He marked me.

“What was that for?”

“So that everyone knows your mine. Keep your collar down.”

“Yes commander” i rolled my eyes.

Captain’s log

Hope y’all liked it. Remember if there is anything you guys wanna see or want me to write suggestions are always open.

[afteriwake]

What Stork Brings (5/?)

So I finally updated after threatening to do it since December! Unfortunately, this update comes with some sad news: while My and Pi were based on real cats, the introduction of them was written to mourn Pi's passing. It is with a heavy heart that I announce that My has passed today, so this chapter is dedicated to @greenskyoverme and My's memory. But I do hope you enjoy some more domestic fluff between Spock and Jim.

What Stork Brings - After Spock and Kirk begin a relationship that gets to the cohabitation stage, they decide to adopt, which is an adventure all on its own. But with the help of their very own Stork, they find the perfect children for their family.

Part 1 | Part 5

As soon as Stork had left, they had contacted the crew and told them the news. Everyone seemed excited as well as happy for the fortunate turn of events, and that pleased Spock. He had not realized how much he wanted his friends to approve of his choice, and while he knew they would accept any child he and Jim chose to adopt, the fact there were twins and they were older had been something he thought maybe Chekov or even Sulu would balk at. But they all seemed to think if it worked out, T’Pol and Sorick would be a good match with them.

The other had come over for dinner and conversation, and they had talked late into the night, to the point Jim was yawning as he was trying to carry on a conversation. Eventually, the others had taken that as their cue to leave, and Spock and Jim got ready for bed, the cats running underneath their feet. My seemed to particularly want attention, and while Jim got settled into bed Spock fed her some treats out of her hand, a special treat for her. She stood on her hind legs and ate the treats with just her mouth; she never put her paws on Spock’s hand or arm, but she seemed to prefer getting her treats this way.

“You know, we’re going to have to childproof the apartment,” Jim said as Spock finished feeding My her treats and got settled into bed next to him. “Did your parents childproof the place when you were a toddler?”

“I don’t remember,” Spock said, frowning. I would ask, but my father is busy and…”

“And your mom is gone,” Jim said quietly. He reached over for Spock’s clean hand and brushed his fingers against his palm. “I like to think she’s here with us. She led Stork to us, and Stork knew about the twins.”

“Illogical.”

“You can just let me feel this way,” Jim said with a slight pout. Spock softened Indeed, the human side of him liked to think his mother would be pleased with the serendipity of it all: a Vulcan named Stork at an adoption agency, half-human/half-Vulcan twins, a happy son. She had loved Uhura and he sometimes wished she’d grown to love Jim as much as he did.

“I suppose.” Spock clasped their hands together, threading his fingers in between Jim. “Toddlers are an ingenious lot if Sulu’s stories of Demora are any indication.”

“Well, we already My and Pi proofed the apartment. I swear, I’ve never seen a cat jump as high as My does before. It shouldn’t be that much harder to toddler-proof it. We can ask Sulu for help and do it before the zoo visit.”

“We don’t need to rush, but I suppose asking for advice would not be remiss.”

“I just want to show we’re ready and that we really want them. I just hope they like us. They don’t have the quirks that most Vulcans have, but…”

“But what, Jim?”

Jim moved his thumb and parted their hands slightly, rubbing his thumb on Spock’s palm. “Will they be okay with a human father? I mean, you’re going to outlive me, even if I get into my 100s. They’re going to outlive me.”

“If we adopt them I am sure they will love you as much as I do, t'hy'la.” Spock shut his eyes, letting the slow, steady movements of Jim’s thumb calm him in the way all Jim’s little touches did. “We will miss you when you pass, but there will be fond memories That will be enough.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I am.” Spock leaned over and pressed a kiss to Jim’s temple. Jim grinned, shutting his eyes and yawning at the same time. “Go to sleep, Jim. Tomorrow we can work on making this place appropriate for a pair of toddlers.”

“Alright,” Jim said, not opening his eyes as he settled more against Spock. “Night.”

“Good night,” Spock said, softly, letting go of Jim’s hand as the thumb movements stopped completely and reaching over to turn off the light. He settled in next to the man he loved and shut his eyes. Yes, this was a good move, but if Jim had doubts about their differing life spans, he needed to rectify those fears as best he could. And he would, again and again, for as long as Jim drew breath. He would assure Jim that he was the love of his life and every moment was special and that when he passed there would be no one else. He would live with his lifetime of memories and be content.

[dick-meister]

The day's been long. Lots of paperwork, lots of souls to judge, it makes one wonder what is happening in the mortal world for so many to show up to the Underworld. It turned Kore's mood a bit sour, & it seemed like a blessing Apollo & Vulcan were off doing whatever it is they do elsewhere in her realm rather then being at the palace. That simply left the Queen with her with her right hand.

Such a good & caring man Thanatos is, & someone who knows Kore far to well, trying to raise her spirit with endearing & respectful affections, something Kore come to adore. A kiss upon her hands, be it palm or knuckle, perhaps even both. And it just... seem to awake many things within her mind. How long she's known him, how much they endured together at the hands of the same tormentor, the pain, the tears, the scars, & the looming agony of knowing that even if they died it would not free them... how he watched Astra become Kore. He's been with her longer then even Apollo & Vulcan, & been through more.

"... Thanatos...." A soft call, hand wiggling free from his grip, only for the two of hers to reach & grasp for his softly. Bringing his digits to her lips, & gracing cold knuckles with kisses. A queen kisses the hands of her servant... no, a wife giving a husband a long overdue affection.

"Thank you for saying by me, despite all the torment & difficulties."

His heart leaps a thousand miles to her words. Faithful, like a worshiper to a god. That’s all he had ever been and all he planned to be, but now, being able to show his love and devotion in a different way? Of course he would partake with no questions asked as he takes a step closer.

Step.

A hand moves around her waist. He could see her eyes so clearly and the memories of all the days she was in so much pain flood back into his mind.

Step.

Thanatos was there for it all, since the beginning, he remembered the days those beautiful eyes of hers would flood with tears, the days where hope seemed so far off and giving up would be but a mercy.

Step.

And the day she had given up hope that anyone would be coming for her. That day, he had vowed, no matter how long it would take, he would never see that look ever again from such a beautiful maiden such as herself.

His eyes shut and he leans in, pressing his lips against hers after ever so gently pulling her closer to him. He loved her. For how long? He didn’t know. Maybe since the beginning, maybe after she attained her seat or maybe after he had gifted her with the shiny ore. None of it mattered as he felt the feelings in his soul warm his body slightly and the feeling of being newlyweds and yet being married for so, so long would soothe his mind of any and all negativity.

When the kiss breaks, it is only broken by an inch, when he talks next his lips are brushing against hers as he speaks. “You mean so much more to me than life itself. I am in love with you and I am happy to be by your side. Remember that, will you?”