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UNTO HARVEST IN FULLNESS OF TIME by M.E. Carter
IN THE NAME OF SCIENCE by Deanna Gray
THE CONTEST by K.S. Gossip
STICKY SITUATION by Mildred Manhill
REALITY CHECK by Anna S. Greener
AFTER THE LOVIN’ by Gena Moretti
MIXED MESSAGES by Carolyn Spencer
BOAT BONKING by Bersakhi
LOVE TREK: THE K/S CONTINUES by Jatona Walker
DOCTOR/PATIENT PRIVILEGE by Kathy Stanis
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD by Rosemarie Heaton
NOT SPOCK’S BRAIN
a play by Lezlie Shell
From Unto Harvest in Fullness of Time by M.E. Carter
With the metal hatch pressing coldly against his back he waited, wishing Spock
would touch him. But they were on duty, after all—secluded for the moment, yet
not truly alone—and Kirk respected his friend's intensely private and
conscientious nature. Still, the Vulcan seemed more than willing to talk….
"It wasn't just being old," Kirk said before he could change his mind, "though
God knows that was bad enough. The worst part was how alone I felt, and how
angry at everything and everyone around me. Even…at you."
"Jim, you were not yourself. You did not mean—"
"But I did." Kirk forced his eyes open. "What I said to you was unforgivable,
but even hating myself for saying it didn't stop me. I just felt so out of
control, like the universe was squeezing the life out of me and there wasn't a
damn thing I could do about it."
"You are correct, there was not," Spock said firmly. "You were suffering from
acute radiation poisoning. The resulting trauma was emotional as well as
physical."
"But what I said—it did hurt you."
Though it was not quite a question, Spock chose to answer. "Yes," he admitted,
"it did hurt at the time, but I knew you were motivated by unnatural
circumstances. I was also convinced that in your heart you still loved me." For
the first time he faltered and looked away, his voice dropping nearly to a
whisper. "Knowing that, how could I do other than forgive you?"
From In the Name of
Science by Deanna Gray
“I shall not be long.”
Kirk waited until Spock disappeared into the bathroom and the sound of running
water began. He removed his uniform and slipped into the short, red robe Spock
had given him and tied it close. His penis twitched beneath the folds of
material as an image of the 'experiment' burst through his mind.
“Easy, boy. We don’t even know for sure he’ll go for it.” That thought gave rise
to another twitch. Not knowing if Spock would allow what he had in mind only
added to his excitement. There was a very real chance he would not agree to it.
But, a little seduction, a careful presentation, and he should be able to
circumnavigate the Vulcan into agreement. If he couldn’t…no, he was fairly
certain of his success. So far Spock had been willing to explore everything Kirk
had introduced, with an eagerness that still warmed and surprised him. Spock was
an apt pupil. Tonight was full of promise.
The background sound of Spock’s shower abruptly stopped. Anticipation tingled
through Kirk. It was not long before Spock emerged, towel wrapped around his
slim waist. Kirk drew a breath at the sight of his nearly naked lover. Spock’s
hair was still wet, blue/black highlights shining in the dim light. His skin was
flushed verdant from his hot shower, his skin slightly damp. Kirk smiled as dark
eyes shyly swept over him. They had been lovers for only two months and the
Vulcan was still endearingly coy, still innocent in many ways. The 'experiment'
would be another first for them.
“My robe seems to have disappeared from the bathroom. Would you by any chance
know of its location?" Spock started to turn to his closet but Kirk took his
arm.
“Yes, I know exactly where it is, and you don’t need it or anything else in
there. Come here.” Kirk pulled the Vulcan to him, wrapping his arms around
Spock. He tilted his head up, claiming a kiss. He rubbed Spock’s back as they
embraced, then suddenly his hands dropped to the Vulcan’s towel and pulled it
off, tossing it to the floor.
From The Contest by K.S. Gossip
"Morning Mr. Spock…Spock? What are you doing under the table??"
Captain Kirk put down his tray and looked bewildered at his first officer, who
was apparently picking up something. His gaze traveled to the neat little ass,
but before it had a chance to linger there, Spock was back on his seat. A pity….
"A good morning to you, too, Captain. I found a piece of paper and was curious
what it could be."
"Well, and what did your eagle eye discover? A secret message or the phone
number of a nice someone?"
Kirk took a bite of his sandwich and enjoyed the taste as well as he enjoyed the
company of his friend. This was going to be again a wonderful day, he decided.
"This is quite interesting, Captain. Apparently a scrap from a newspaper.
Someone has torn it out to take part in a contest."
"Poor lad and now he lost his chance. Perhaps we should leave it on the table so
that he or she can find it? But don't forget to eat over your paper, Spock. The
tea's getting cold and so are your vegetables. And while you're eating, let’s
see this…."
Spock gave his captain the piece of paper and started to eat. Kirk was right.
The tea was lukewarm and the Xtmls were nearly cold. Ugh….
From Sticky Situation by
Mildred Manhill
Spock lay back and sighed. His lover for the last two weeks was curled up asleep.
These late afternoon interludes were wild, passionate and very intense. He
relaxed, and suddenly there was that feeling again. His lips twitched and
tingled and he felt like his face was swelling up. It had been happening for the
past three days every afternoon, shortly after they made love, and it seemed to
get worse each day. At first he thought it was an aftereffect of their passion,
but it never happened at night or in the early morning.
Normally if he lay still and concentrated the symptoms would disappear after a
short time, but today they seemed to be getting worse. He relaxed, trying to
will the swelling down but his breathing became harsher he moved to wake his
lover.
"Jim…Jim…wake up." Spock's voice sounded thick and muffled.
“Ummmm…Spock…SPOCK…what’s wrong? Can’t you breathe?” Kirk sat bolt upright and
waved the lights on full. “I’ll call sickbay.”
"No. I can walk." Spock's voice was thicker with each word.
Taking only a few seconds, Jim threw on a uniform, and wrapped a Vulcan robe
around his first officer's shoulders. Carefully supporting him they headed
toward sickbay, gathering several curious looks along the way. By the time they
arrived Spock's face was very swollen and he was gasping for each breath.
From Reality Check by Anna S.
Greener
“Yes, Spock, I did enjoy it. But this will be even more fun. On Aldemion Seven,
we had to rush. Here, we can be much more relaxed—we can take our time and play
around.”
“‘Play around,’ Captain?”
“Sure, you know, splashing, grabbing. The pond on Aldemion Seven was muddy, but
this pool’s nice and clear. We could duck our heads under the water and
circumnavigate each other a few times, taking in the view nice and slowly,
without the trauma of impending hypothermia.”
“Fascinating.”
“Yeah, I think so too. Let’s get in.”
“No, Jim. You do not understand.”
“What is there to understand? Let’s get in.”
“There is much to understand. There is clearly a connection between our universe
and theirs.”
“What connection? Whose universe? What are you talking about, Spock?”
“I have a theory, Captain, but I require additional data before I can come to a
firm conclusion.”
“I can help you come to a firm conclusion, Spock. Take off your clothes and get
in the water.”
“This is serious, Jim.”
“Oh, God, Spock, so am I. Ever since that incident on Antares Four, you’ve been
stuck in the lab and I’ve been stuck under a mountain of paperwork. It’s been
almost two weeks!”
“It has been exactly twelve days, four hours, twenty minutes, and seven seconds,
Captain.”
“In other words, too long. Now take off your clothes and get in the water.
Please.”
From After the Lovin' by Gena
Moretti
"Sir, there's Vulcan readin's clear as day. But, near as I can tell, the
transporter beams bounce all over the place. I canna grab hold of him. I canna
explain it or even understand it, Captain, but as ya can see, there it is."
Kirk eyed the small communicator Scotty had thrust into his hands a moment ago.
"Yet you were able to zero in on this and bring it in?"
"Aye, sir. No problem there. Transporter beams went right to it."
Swiftly Kirk evaluated, then ordered, "Okay. Turn the transporter over to Kyle.
You have the con. Keep things moving toward breaking orbit. Beam me down as
close as you can to those bouncing Vulcan readings. We'll circumnavigate this
situation by my finding Spock and standing close to him with my communicator
between us, and you instruct Kyle that he's bringing us both up in one beam."
Kirk sprang up on the transporter platform and was quickly gone in a stream of
sparkles.
He materialized close to the head of a sort of huge bowl formed by what appeared
to be fairly smooth rock. Kirk slowly turned around marveling at this natural
wonder. It must have been nearly half a mile in diameter, and had a naturally
curving top over about one eighth of it. Kirk decided it would probably carry
sounds like an acoustical dream. He was about to test it by calling Spock's name
when the voice poured over him. It didn't echo, in this natural bowl. But it
surrounded him, came at him from all sides, mesmerizing him with its power and
sheer beauty.
Within the first six words he knew it was Spock's voice. Singing!
BACK TO TOP
From Mixed Messages by
Carolyn Spencer
“Breaded llamas?”
“That is what I said, Doctor.”
“Sounds like a recipe to me. Sure you’re not turning into a carnivore, Spock?”
“Doctor McCoy, I hardly think it is within your purview as this ship’s chief
medical officer to insult me.” Spock rose from his chair and headed for the door
of the doctor’s office.
“Sit down, Spock.”
“It seems you have nothing of value to contribute, McCoy, and I have tasks that
require my attention, so—”
“Sit, I said.”
Spock returned to his seat.
“Have you told Jim?”
“Have I informed the captain that a random, unconnected, illogical phrase
referring to a domesticated animal indigenous to the plains of what is South
America, Earth is constantly running through the mind of his first officer, and
said phrase is distracting him from his assigned duties aboard this vessel?”
“Sarcasm doesn’t become you, Spock. Have you?”
Spock found a very interesting spot on the wall precisely one-half meter to the
right of McCoy’s head. “No.”
From Boat Bonking by Bersakhi
“Duck!”
“Wha—?”
It was in the act of trying to get out of the way that Spock had managed to
connect his head with the boom and nurture a rising lump on his forehead.
Kirk had offered Spock the rudder, but he had again refused. Stubborn Vulcan.
And so Kirk was trying to tie the jib and steer the small sailing vessel on
this, their last day of shore leave, on an extremely aquatic planet that gave
Spock the heebie jeebies (at least that’s what Kirk said McCoy would had called
it), in what was supposed to be a spontaneous’ moment of intimacy that Kirk had
been doing his damnedest to plan! But it was not happening. The dark olive green
swelling was a sure sign of that.
From Love Trek:
The K/S Continues by Jatona Walker
"My father has told me what you suffered for my sake. I wish to know why."
Kirk shrugged. "Don't you remember, Spock? You said it yourself: ‘The needs of
the one….'“
"‘…outweigh the needs of the many,’ Spock finished. "Yes, I remember that
exchange; yet that was merely a quote. I wish to know, from you, why you endured
all of this?"
Kirk shook his head slightly and tsked. "You didn't remember all of it, Spock.
Your father had told you that I am your friend. Does that not suffice?"
Spock moved closer. "No. It does not. McCoy is a friend, Uhura and Scott are
friends. They came with you to help rescue me." He moved steadily closer. "What
were we to each other?"
Kirk swallowed hard as he watched the Vulcan inch ever closer to him. Despite
his best efforts at control, sweet memories rose in his mind—scenes of lazy
kisses, passion-filled nights, waking up together wrapped in each others' arms….
Kirk moved further away and remained silent.
From Doctor/Patient
Privilege by Kathy Stanis
"Come on, Bones—I'll pay you."
The captain pulled himself up and punched the pillow behind him, and the monitor
above the bed started beeping again.
"Damnit, Jim, stop doing that. You might be feeling no pain, but that rib is not
healed yet. I swear, you're the worst patient on this ship."
"What about my first officer? Isn't he the worst?"
"Nope. He's got some common sense."
Kirk flopped back against the pillow. "So will you? Just once. Just get Spock
down here while I'm here, and let me see it."
McCoy said nothing, just kept fiddling with his hypo.
"Come on. He's due to beam up from the planet any minute. Tell Kyle to tell him
he has to report to Sickbay immediately. I'll pretend to be asleep."
"And you'll pay me...how much?"
"How much do you want?" Kirk said sweetly, pushing the cover a little further
down past his waist.
"You are such a whore, Jim."
"Doctor!"
"Okay, I'll do it. Then I'm going to give you the biggest knock-out hypo you've
ever had—keep you out of my hair for days. I hope."
"Deal. Now fix the lights so he can't see me watching."
BACK TO TOP
From To Have and to
Hold by Rosemarie Heaton
The first time that I saw him, he was laughing. A common enough sound on this
Terran-dominated world, you might say and you would be correct.
We do not laugh—not that we are physically unable to do so—merely that, under
most circumstances, it is considered to be an inappropriate reaction. Humans, on
the other hand, use laughter until it loses any meaning.
Still, it was the sound of his free, joyous laughter that drew my attention to
him. I stopped to stare. A most illogical reaction to such a familiar sound but
I could not help myself.
The two humans were sitting on a wooden bench near the fountain. They were close
enough that the spray from the water misted in their hair and on their clothes.
It only served to enhance his beauty. He looked at his companion from under long
eyelashes and said, "See, he's noticed you. I told you he would!" I did not hear
her answer.
His voice was as enchanting as his laughter, and I needed to hear him speak
again.
From Not Spock's
Brain, a play by Lezlie Shell
FANDELIA: (ENTERS) So this is the Hall of Heroes. The House that fans built.
KIRK: What do you want?
FANDELIA: (points a TV remote control at them and they all fall unconscious)
LIGHTS OUT/ LIGHTS ON. SPOCK IS STAGE LEFT ON TOP OF A TABLE. McCOY IS BENDING
OVER HIM.
KIRK: Where's Spock?
McCOY: McCoy to Kirk. You'd better get to sickbay.
KIRK GOES TO SICKBAY.
KIRK: You've got Spock on complete life support. Was he dead?
McCOY: He was worse than dead.
KIRK: Come on, tell me!
McCOY: His penis is gone. It's been removed surgically. It's the greatest
technical job I've ever seen. Every nerve ending—and there are lots of nerve
endings—has been neatly sealed.
KIRK: But Spock is Vulcan. If it is just his penis, then why is he near death?
His brain should be still engaged.
McCOY: But you forget. He is a slash hero and a slash hero without a penis is—well,
pointless.