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| "Life is but a Dream" Chapter 5 “Excuse me, Admiral Kirk,” Moricy stated as they emerged from Jim’s office. He decided it was still only right to call his boss by his title in front of others. “Admiral Nogura will be expecting you at 0930.” “Fine, Daniel, thank you.” He walked Tori to the lift. “I wish you the best of luck, Tori. It looks like you are starting with a first-class crew. Keep the wind at your back.” It was an old nautical saying, and one he had been given so many years before. He could remember the way it had felt to be heading to the Enterprise to take command. He felt more than just a twinge of envy. He went back to his office to check for messages. He briefly checked the posting board that he had been using for private meetings and saw there were several postings from Shayan, the woman that he been meeting in the Club District for the last few months. He posted a brief message to her saying that he would be unable to meet her in the future, but wished her well. He checked the chrono and headed for the adjoining building. At exactly 0930 he was signaled into Nogura’s office. “Well, Jim, are you getting settled back into your routine?” Nogura asked with a smile. Jim did like this man. More than that, he trusted him. “Yes, thank you. It seems that I wasn’t all that missed around here. Most of the communiqués I’ve received involve the V’ger incident. Very little regarding other issues. That’s something I would like to discuss with you.” “Certainly, Jim, what’s on your mind?” “Admiral, since I accepted this position, I’ve accomplished very little. I have the most experience with the unknown of any of the department chiefs, but I’ve been used as little more than window dressing. I realize that’s due, in no small part, to my reluctance to accept the situation. I would like for that to change. I wish to discuss the expansion of my objectives.” “Really? What do you have in mind, Jim?” “Admiral, from this position I can make a difference for the ‘Fleet. I believe I have the capability to get this force ready for what it will unquestionably face down the road.” Kirk paused to see if this was a direction Nogura was interested in going. “I’m listening. Please, go on.” “Forgive my saying so, sir, but Starfleet has become complacent. For too many years we’ve been resting on our laurels, safe in the assumption that we’re invincible. I believe we may be kidding ourselves. Just because we’ve been able to hold the Klingons and Romulans, not to mention an array of smaller empires, at bay on the other side of the Neutral Zone, we’ve developed a false sense of security. “We’re developing ships that have the capability to take us further into deep space than we have ever had the opportunity to explore. We don’t know who or what we’ll be encountering on longer missions, but we have to be prepared for whatever challenges these new contacts are going to present to us. I’ll be the first to admit that we need to be prepared for any new threats. But we need to do more than advance our weaponry. It’s no longer enough to have our ships fully armed. The crews on these longer missions need the tools at their disposal to negotiate with new species.” An inquisitive arch of the ‘old man’s’ eyebrow encouraged him to continue. “This is going to call for better communications and placing skilled personal in key positions. It’s going to mean promoting only the most qualified to meet these new challenges to positions of leadership. Leaders who can take charge and make decisions independently. Those days when Starfleet can be relied upon for orders and directions to cover every situation are over. And it’s going to mean revisiting the standards for these crews as well as the manner in which Starfleet considers their needs.” “Interesting. What do you have in mind?” the senior admiral questioned. “Admiral Nogura, one change that needs to take place immediately is that our Diplomatic Corps needs to be more involved with training for long-term missions. The future of the Federation is going to depend on how these crews approach new species. As for the crews themselves, Starfleet must assure that their well-being is fully realized, and that means tackling some of the staid attitudes that are still on the books, up to and including those addressing interpersonal relationships. Our crews are going to find themselves in situations where they may not have outside contacts for months, possibly years. I want to make sure that they are not being sent out there unprepared for the isolation.” “Jim, the ‘Fleet has certain standards that must be adhered to. Unfortunately, since the first sailing ship embarked into the unknown, it has been the opinion that to look the other way is the best way to keep order. Although not an optimal solution, the ‘no fraternization’ rule has been the only system that has been found to give those involved some recourse should it effect the operation of a ship.” “Admiral Nogura, even though I don’t agree with it, I understand how that way of thinking came about when all judgments were derived from the ruling agency. However, the ships of today have the ability to self-govern. Whereas in days past it would have been unheard of, onboard tribunals have become customary. Within the structure of a starship, there are checks and balances over all aspects of shipboard life, except for this one point. Therefore, should a situation arise, there is already a vehicle already set into place for immediate recourse. Dereliction of duty or intimidation would still hold the same penalties as they currently do.” Admiral Nogura nodded thoughtfully. “Well, Admiral Kirk, it seems you have given this a great deal of thought.” “I have, sir. It’s my wish to become active in updating these areas. I want to see to it that we have the most efficient and prepared crews manning our fleet. And I feel we can only do that by facing these issues head-on.” “Jim,” Nogura said thoughtfully, and then paused. The admiral’s white hair and beard accentuated the ice blue eyes, which held a glint that Jim had not seen before. “I have waited since your promotion for you to assert yourself in this capacity. I have known all along that if there existed a person who could move us toward the future, it would be you. That is, if you could ever get past thinking of yourself a ship’s commander. “Jim, I realize that you felt forced into this position. I knew it would take time for you to get that out of your system. Actually, I was beginning to be concerned that you never would. And, with putting you back in the center seat on this mission, it had occurred to me that you might demand to be returned to your previous rank and given a command. But, as effective as you are as a captain, I prefer to have you here. As you have pointed out, with your experience you can do much more for Starfleet from the Admiralty. But I want to make certain you are sure about this decision. The reason I wanted to see you was to find out what your choices are for the future.” Kirk leaned back and watched the man seated across from him. He didn’t quite believe what he was hearing. ‘He’s offering me the chance to get a ship back! All I have to do is give the word! Why was that so very important a week ago, and not now? I know why. I’ve found that command isn’t what’s most important to me. And he’s right. I can accomplish much more from the position of a Starfleet Admiral than I ever could from the bridge of a ship.’ “Yes, I’m certain. I’m not going to tell you that I don’t love it out there. But if I can do what I am capable of, and not have to deal with those just waiting around for me to fail,” he arched his eyebrows, ‘meaning Komack,’ he thought, “then this is where I belong.” “I agree. However, taking into consideration the recent events, I have had meetings with the Federation President. After much discussion, I am in the position to offer you an alternate proposal.” Jim’s curiosity peaked as he asked, “An alternate proposal, Admiral? Now, I’m listening.” “As you know, it will take several weeks, perhaps as long as six months, to get the Enterprise back into optimal operating shape. Once that is accomplished, the President and I have compromised on a plan of action. There are times when the experience you possess is needed to handle certain situations. This most recent event has proven that. With your expertise, the Federation wants you serving in a capacity in which you have proven time and time again that you are eminently qualified. However, I need you here to do just as you have stated, lead this fleet into the future. Therefore, if you are in agreement, we will commission the Enterprise to you for use when such needs arise. The rest of the time, you will concentrate on continuing as the head of Operations and the restructuring of our deep-space missions. Would this offer meet with your approval, Admiral Kirk?” “A sitting admiral with a commissioned ship? It’s certainly unusual.” “Unusual, yes. However there is no regulation forbidding it, and these are unusual circumstances we find ourselves in.” “Speaking of regulations, if I were to accept this offer, there would be the consideration of a crew. I would still want to have a crew, hand picked by me, at the ready.” “I would leave the decisions regarding the crew up to you. They could be slated into positions in the quadrant and could be pulled at a moment’s notice when needed.” “That could present a problem, Admiral. There have been some developments that would be considered ‘chain of command’ issues, personal issues among the crew I would request. Because the regulations against such relationships have not been revisited since the first short-range ships began exploring this solar system, it will be a factor if I am to have a crew that I can rely on.” Admiral Nogura lifted a snow-white eyebrow. “These are some of the same regulations you wish to address, am I correct?” “Yes, Admiral.” “And I can assume that the fraternization regulations are going to affect you personally?” “Should I accept this offer, sir, they will. However, I do not wish to address this outmoded regulation only because of my situation. At present, this would not affect me due to the fact that the individuals involved are not under my command. Sir, it is for all of the crews that are embarking on extended missions that I wish to address this policy.” “I see." The most senior officer at Starfleet arched his eyebrows in an obvious, and atypical, show of surprise. Perhaps, Jim thought, he shouldn’t have referred to his relationship in a term of plural partners. But, considering the situation, better to be upfront from the beginning...well, this beginning anyway. After careful consideration, the Admiral replied, with what Jim detected was a small, almost imperceptible smile. “Then Jim, it seems you have your first duty under our agreement. I will expect your proposal on my desk. So, can I report to the Federation that we have come to terms?” “I believe we can reach an agreement. I would like to know to whom I would be reporting. Who would make the decisions on when and where I go? The current circumstance would not suffice.” Jim figured he might as well ask for the whole ball of wax. This time, the smile that crossed the senior man’s lips was not undetectable. “If you accept this proposition, you will report directly to me. In either case, I will meet with Admiral Komack this afternoon and advise him that he will no longer be involved in the Operation’s area.” Pausing for a moment, Nogura then asked, “So, is this something you could live with?” He would have liked the time to discuss this with his partners, but knowing them as well as he did, he knew this offer would suit them as well. Spock thrived on research and the challenges he could find on a ship. Although he was well suited for the position at Starfleet Academy, it would not offer him the opportunities that these missions would. And Bones, as much as he grumbled about it, loved nothing more than a good, all out crisis, something that writing research papers and working at the base hospital wasn’t going to give him. Yes, this offer suited all of their needs. Looking back to the man who was waiting for an answer, he replied, “Live with, Admiral? How could I refuse such an offer? Of course, I accept.” “Excellent, Jim. You have just set the mind of our President at ease. This latest situation is not something he wants repeated, if at all possible. None of us do.” He stood up extending his hand and Jim rose from the chair to accept it. “Admiral Kirk, I told you this two years ago, but today I truly mean it: welcome aboard!” “Thank you Admiral,” Jim said. Jim turned and walked from the office. It was all he could do to keep from bounding out of the office. For the first time in years he was happy. Personally and professionally happy. ‘I can’t wait to tell Spock and Bones about this day!’ he thought to himself. ‘Of course Bones will think I am crazy not to get a full command back, but I’m never going to be able to make the changes that Starfleet needs from the deck of a ship. He’s got to understand that.’ He checked the time, only 1100 hours. His mind was beginning to wander when Moricy beeped in. The next five hours were spent on various emergencies that arose and a short meeting with Admiral Fitzpatrick. He was just getting his thoughts back together when Moricy advised him that Admiral Komack wished to see him. ‘Great, I guess he’s had his meeting with Nogura!’ he thought. “Send him in,” Jim stated flatly. “Well, Kirk,” Komack came into the office, his fury was evident, “I understand that not only are you going to be the first admiral to have a ship at the ready, but you are also solely in charge of Operations these days. It seems that you think that you can single-handedly take us into the future. Just what do you think those of us who have been here all these years have been doing?” Jim started to blast this man but thought better of himself. Maybe Spock was rubbing off on him after all, he thought, as he replied calmly and coolly, “Sir, I assume that everyone here as done their very best in their respective departments. I was appointed to head the Department of Operations and I intend to do my best with this department. It was my decision to change only my own performance. This frees you up to concentrate on your areas of expertise. I would think that no longer having your responsibilities drawn elsewhere would please you.” Jim looked at him and raised his eyebrows, waiting for a response. Komack placed his hands on the front edge of Kirk’s desk and leaned forward. “And you presume to do this alone?” he seethed. “Admiral Nogura has faith in my decisions. I will report directly to him for guidance,” Jim stated in a very matter of fact tone, resisting the urge to stand up and deck the son-of-a-bitch. “Well, Kirk, I wish you the best,” Komack said through clenched teeth. He straightened, wheeled about, walked to the door and stopped. He turned and, in a complete about-face, his tone suddenly almost pleasant, asked, “I assume you will be in attendance at the reception tonight?” “It is to honor the crew of the Enterprise. Yes, of course I will be there.” “Good, see you then,” he stated with a grin. “Sure...” Jim replied, suspiciously. Bones was right; this man deserved watching. ‘Well, I’ve always said it is wise to keep your enemies close,’ he thought. ‘I’ll have to stick this man to my hip to keep an eye on him!’ He grimaced at the disgusting thought. He looked at the time, 1649. Time to get the hell out of here. Time, finally, to see them. However, he reminded himself, there was one short stop at the market he wanted to make on his way home. He closed his office door and stopped by Moricy’s desk. “Lieutenant, I am leaving for the day. Will you be at the reception this evening?” “Sir? No, sir. Not being involved with the mission, I have not been included on the guest list,” Moricy stated, surprised that Kirk would think of him being included. “What? You held down the fort while I was away! That’s something I think you’ll find yourself doing a lot of in the future. Would you care to attend?” “Well, yes sir, I would be honored, but...” “No ‘buts’, Mister, consider yourself invited. On my say so. Notify the necessary contact and include yourself and a guest on the list.” Jim smiled at the man and turned to walk toward the lift. Daniel Moricy sat there with his mouth open. “Thank you...Jim,” he finally managed to call before Kirk boarded the lift. Kirk raised his hand in acknowledgment. Dan keyed the comm and relayed his Admiral’s request. ‘His’ Admiral? How long had he thought of Admiral Kirk as ‘his’ Admiral, he mused? Today, that’s how long. Daniel had spent the last two and a half years just biding his time until something better was offered. Until today, he was certain that Kirk had never given him a second thought and, for the most part, had thought of Kirk as a cold-hearted bastard. But he had stayed on. He knew of no one who worked as hard or knew as much as that man did. He had learned a lot since serving under him. Now, in one day, this was ‘his’ Admiral Kirk... ‘his’ Jim. Shit, he’d never before noticed that he had a smile that could melt a polar ice-cap! ‘Damn, if space travel does that to you, maybe I should rethink my career choices!’ was his last thought before closing down for the day. Chapter 6 McCoy accessed the apartment with the voice code and entered, realizing he had arrived before the other two. He felt like an interloper being alone in this residence. He walked back to the bedroom and into the dressing room/closet where he hung the torturous dress uniform on the rod and sat down the bag he had brought along. He heard sounds coming from the main entrance and walked back toward the front of the apartment. Spock entered, devoid of the sensuous outfit he had been in this morning, wearing gray regs. The only addition was the insignia showing his designation as Chairman of the Science Academy. He, too, was carrying his dress uniform and a small bag. “Well, hello Spock! How was your day?” McCoy was smiling his famous ear-to-ear smile. Spock greeted Leonard and replied, “Satisfactory, Doctor, and yours?” “Okay, I guess. I just hate the whole settling in process. By the way, I’ve already put my stuff in Jim’s closet. Would you like to do the same?” he asked. He noticed that Spock had the ultra-Vulcan facade firmly in place. “Yes,” Spock replied. He turned toward the bedroom and stepped into the large closet. Hanging up his uniform and setting his bag on a shelf above, he turned around to find McCoy blocking the door, his arms tentatively opened. Spock looked at the man before him. It seemed impossible that this gesture could be directed toward him, but since he was the only other one in the small room, then logically... As if leaving the Vulcan veneer on the shelf beside the case, he moved into the waiting arms. Their lips met and Spock discovered that his body actually began to relax when in this man’s arms. Exploring the engaging mouth, he felt his lover’s erection pressing against him, and his own body responded. Releasing the kiss, the Vulcan gazed into the deepening blue eyes. “You seem to be most anxious this afternoon, Leonard,” Spock said through a smile he could not fully suppress. “This afternoon, hell! I’ve been aroused all day thinking about this,” McCoy purred. “God, you feel good!” Leonard rubbed his pelvis seductively against him. The heat between them seemed to become more intense as both bodies flushed with anticipation. Spock liked the feel of this muscular, compact man in his arms. Even more, he enjoyed the flood of emotion directed at him when they touched. It was most pleasing. Even with the events of the last day, he still found it a pleasant surprise that feelings of this intensity could be directed toward him. However, the feel of his own trapped erection, and the hard groin pressing against him, had him wanting more than just the embrace they were sharing. Unfastening the medical-style tunic at the shoulder, with one swift movement, he pulled the material over the Leonard’s head and dropped it on the floor. With urgency, he flicked his thumbs over taunt nubs and appreciated the gasp this action extracted from Leonard. Feeling hands at the hem of his tunic, he raised his arms so the garment, along with the shirt underneath, could be pulled over his head. The fingers then went to the clasp of his trousers and in urgency fumbled with the apparatus until they had succeeded in releasing it. When a hand was plunged under the waistband of his undergarment and captured his erection, Spock felt a shiver race through his body. “Cold?” Leonard asked, his voice deep and rough. “No,” Spock answered, barely recognizing his own voice stressed with passion. Gentle, talented fingers stroked the length of his organ, and Spock felt the spontaneous straining of his organ against the hand with each stroke up his shaft. Leonard kissed him then knelt down. His boots and socks were slid from him, and then his trousers and underwear were slowly pulled down his legs where, picking up one foot and then the other, they were removed. Starting at his knees, hands were run up the inside of his thighs, urging his legs apart. Spock felt himself sway as the hands surrounded his genitals. Fingers lifted his scrotum and a warm, wet tongue bathed the tender skin. Only then did he realize that the moan that filled the small room was his own. The tongue slid up the length of his shaft and lips encircled the sensitive cap. Closing around it, he felt the soft sucking motions that were claiming the drops of his pre-ejaculate. The mouth slid down the length of his erection and he had to hold onto his lover’s shoulders for support. Spock stroked the dark hair of the man kneeling before him. Giving into this would be much too easy. Knowing that just a few more strokes and he would be unable to stop his thrusting into the warm mouth, he pulled Leonard up to him and claimed the slightly swollen lips with his own. Arms wrapped around him and, not until the need for oxygen forced them apart, did Spock observe the sight of Leonard’s painfully trapped erection still held tight within the uniform trousers. He slid his fingers over the outline of the erect organ. Reaching for the smaller man’s hand, he led Leonard from the closet and into the bedroom. He released him and backed away. “Take those off,” he commanded, nodding toward the trousers. “Sure,” came the response. In his willingness to comply, Leonard kicked off his boots and unclasped the trousers letting them flare open at the crotch. “But you can’t move from that spot until I’m naked,” Leonard stated with a devious smile. The impressive erection billowed from the opening, and only briefs that were the same color as the passion-dilated, blue eyes covered it. Leonard grasped the waistband and slowly began to work the two articles of clothing down. He pushed the material down from the back, turning slightly to expose the firm mounds of his ass. Spock realized his breath was quickening at the deliberately erotic show being played out before him. Further, the two articles of clothing were pulled down, but just a bit. All was exposed now except Leonard’s groin. And it was only being kept hidden from sight by the briefs clinging to the hard ‘cock,’ as his human lover’s were so fond of calling a penis. The word had sounded like a foreign jargon when he had first heard it, but it seemed very fitting for the sight that his body craved. Yes, he very much anticipated the moment when Leonard’s cock would spring free of the confining fabric. Watching this seductive display, Spock could feel his own organ reacting in excitement. McCoy worked his hands around to the front in painfully slow movements, gliding just the middle finger of each hand around the band, yet being careful not to revel more flesh. Spock felt himself quivering as he waited for his lover’s exposure. Leonard stretched the waistband out and slowly, seductively, when Spock thought he could stand no more of the wait, exposed his hard cock to his lover. When Leonard’s swollen penis appeared, Spock could stand still no longer. He fell to his knees and stripped the trousers down and off, nearly knocking Leonard to the floor in the process, and engulfed the hard organ in his mouth, savoring the salty fluid leaking from the tip. McCoy thrust deeply into his mouth. “Oh, God...Spock...” he breathed. “Oh, yessss....!” Leonard rasped through clenched teeth, after a few strokes of his lips and tongue. Spock could feel his lover’s urgency building. Only when Leonard hissed, “Spock, if you don’t want me to cum, you better quit that...now!” did he reluctantly release the organ. Spock nibbled at the thick pouch of the doctor’s scrotum. Gently, he took each orb into his mouth and rolled each against his tongue. He felt McCoy’s fingers embedded in his hair, seemingly more for support than anything, but when the doctor’s fingers began to trace the sensitive points of his ears, he knew he, too, was very close to ejaculation. He released the delicate orb and stood up, pulling McCoy’s muscular frame tightly against him. Both men held each other, nuzzling, sucking and tenderly biting each other wherever their mouths happened to be at the moment. Leonard shivered against him and he knew that his lover’s orgasm was rising quickly, just as he, himself, was fighting against the urge for release. Last night was about quenching a thirst, but today, this was to be savored. His body, too, wanted to thrust against the hardness and find relief, but his mind strained for control to squelch the nearly overwhelming desire. Leading them to the bed, Spock laid Leonard down and stretched out on top of him. His body was now a hot flame. He repeatedly thrust against the body beneath him, their cocks dueling against each other’s. Their mouths consumed as their bodies, searching and straining, writhed against each other, every nerve ending on fire. Chapter 7 “AHEM,” they heard from the door of the bedroom. Jim was leaning against the doorframe enjoying the sight of the erotic event taking place in his bed. “Now, if the two of you want to be alone,” he smiled. “Jim!” Leonard exclaimed, sitting up so quickly that he rolled Spock onto his side. “It’s all right, Bones. I was just enjoying the show,” Jim said in a voice already rough with passion. Spock was being driven by lust. He gently pulled Leonard back down on the bed and again covered his body with his own. Bones, now seemingly over the shock of Jim entering the room, wrapped his legs around the firm thighs and pull him closer. Jim slipped out of his clothes and knelt beside them on the bed. Spock was rubbing his erection against Leonard’s as his mouth was attended to the rounded ear. He had felt the heat inside one lover, now he craved to feel the heat inside of this lover. “Leonard, will you let me inside?” Spock moaned. “Will you let me penetrate you?” “Spock, I’ve never been...it’s just that I’ve never had...” Leonard stammered. Spock raised his head and looked into the deep blue eyes. In that moment, he understood what it was to want to possess another. “I understand, and I will enter you slowly. I want you to surround me. I will not injure you.” That deep voice, hoarse with desire, resonated throughout his body. Leonard wanted to feel this man inside. Wanted to feel this man fucking him. Wanted to be entered in the way Jim allowed both of them to enter him the night before. “Yes, Spock...” Leonard groaned. Jim reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant. Spock pulled Leonard’s ankles up and had him wrap his legs around his waist. The Vulcan spread his own thighs wide enough that Jim would have access to that virginal ring of muscle. Jim dispensed some of the gel on his fingers, reached between Spock’s parted thighs and found the doctor’s puckered entrance. When his fingers touched the sensitive orifice, Bones jumped with the sensation. Jim pressed a finger through the clenched muscle. To assure Bones and, hopefully, get him to relax his muscles, Jim soothed, “It’s okay, Bones, try to relax. It’s just my finger. Just like before.” His fingers had entered the tight ring the first night they were together, and again last night. These were the only occasions that Leonard’s chamber had ever been invaded. Now he was preparing the tender opening for Spock as the Vulcan continued the assault on Leonard’s mouth, neck and ears. When Jim had worked three of his fingers, and a more than adequate amount of the slick lubricant, into the opening, he withdrew and spread more gel onto his hand. Spock raised his hips, and Jim applied a generous amount of the lubricant to the head and shaft of the Vulcan’s penis, making sure each ridge was well coated. The stimulation of Jim’s hand almost pushed Spock over the edge. He had to pause a moment to control the urge to ejaculate. Jim removed his hand and Spock rose to a kneeling position between Leonard’s thighs. He drew the legs up and bent them so the doctor was accessible. He saw apprehension in the face of the lover beneath him. Suddenly, Leonard felt more vulnerable than he ever had. Lying on his back with Spock between his thighs, his most private area displayed, and Jim watching as Spock positioned himself for the most intimate invasion, he felt his body tighten. Looking up at the man above him, he saw a look he had only dared to imagine. He saw love and passion, and it was directed at him. His body began to relax. Everything would be all right. This man would not harm him. “Leonard, I will not enter you if you do not desire it,” Spock softly reassured him, seeing the hesitation in the face beneath him. “I want this, I want to feel you inside me, just take it easy, okay?” He could feel the tip of the cock pressed against his opening, waiting. “Yes, I will go slowly. If you feel pain, and wish me to withdraw, you only need to ask.” Bones nodded and Spock gently rocked his hips forward and eased the first ridge into the tight, slick opening. He allowed his lover to get used to the feeling. “Are you all right?” Spock whispered. “Yes!” Bones moaned with the sensation. He could feel the heat radiating through his entire body. “More, please, more.” Spock gently eased the second ridge in. Bones felt a sharpness within him as the full head invaded his private chamber. But the desire to be one with this man tempered any pain he felt. His body grew accustomed to the tightness and he eased his hips toward the invasion. Spock resisted his body’s urgent need to be fully engulfed, and let Leonard set the pace as the shaft slid into his lover’s body. He would not hurt this man. It took a short while for the shaft to be mostly submerged. Spock began to rock gently against Leonard’s torso. With the movement inside of him, Bones felt the organ graze the ultra-sensitive spot deep within. Wrapping his legs around Spock’s waist, he pulled the Vulcan tightly against him until he knew he was fully impaled. Waves of ecstasy roared through his body. Just when he thought this could not get any better, he felt the warm hand of his lover capture his cock and begin to caress him. Leonard felt movement beside them, and was suddenly keenly aware that they were not alone. He looked over briefly and saw Jim kneeling beside them, stroking his own, fully engorged cock. In a flash, he saw the Jim Kirk they had known before, golden, confident, and so dammed beautiful that it almost hurt your eyes to look at him! He turned his attention back to the man between his thighs. This man was the epitome of an ancient God. Strong, brave, bold, and yet with a tenderness that only a very few had the privilege of seeing. It took his breath away to think that this delicious fullness within him was Spock. With even more determination, he met each thrust as Spock moved in and out of his body. Never in all of his forty years, had Jim seen a more erotic sight. There was something about seeing them together in this room, where there were no insignias or ranks, only the passion they felt for one another. That gorgeous ass, pale and muscular, pumping into the body beneath. He wanted to invade that beautiful structure. He reached for the lubricant and spread more of the gel on his fingers. With a slick fingertip, he traced Spock’s crevice as the Vulcan slowly fucked Bones. Jim realized that this, too, was unexplored territory. As Spock moved in and out of the body, Jim dipped his slick finger inside the Vulcan’s anus. Bones moaned and became rigid. He used his legs to pull Spock down on top of him and they wrapped their arms around each other as Leonard’s powerful orgasm began. Warm semen splashed between them, coating their abdomens with the slick fluid. Spock rocked against him to allow the orgasm to continue until completion, holding him until the last of the contractions had passed. Spock used all his mental powers to keep himself from cumming. He knew the sensation of the hot semen might be uncomfortable to the newly irritated tissue. He cautiously withdrew from the tight opening and collapsed onto the bed on his side, gasping for air, his body screaming for relief. Jim now understood what Bones had experienced when he watched Spock fuck him. “Spock,” Jim lay down behind Spock, spooning his body to the heated Vulcan, and began nuzzling his ear, “have you ever been penetrated?” “No, I have not,” Spock panted, “I wish to be. I must have release.” “Yes, my friend, you shall have release,” Jim whispered in his ear. Bones, who was facing Spock and stroking the raven hair, reached for the tube of gel that was lying on the pillow beside him and handed it to Jim. He spread more of the gel into his hand and reached down to prepare the opening. He heard the moan of pleasure as he pressed a finger inside. The realization that this man had never been invaded, caused a swell of tenderness to form in the pit of Jim’s gut. Spreading the taunt globes apart, he watched first one, then two, then three of his fingers disappearing inside his lover, and the knowledge that this man would allow him to touch him in this intimate way was overwhelming. As Jim knew it would be, the heat inside the body was wonderful. Jim continued to stretch the opening until he was satisfied that Spock could accept him. He lay down behind Spock and spooned his body against him. He rolled Spock more onto his stomach and instructed Spock to bend his leg, opening him up more for the invasion. Jim positioned his cock against the opening and carefully slid inside, finding the entry was easier than he had anticipated. He had to smile knowing Spock was using that marvelous Vulcan control to relax his muscles. Jim reached around the bent leg and grasped the swollen, slick cock, stroking it in time to the rhythm that he was soon administering to the hot chamber. He nuzzled his mouth to the back of the damp neck, savoring the alien flavors of this man. Glancing up, Jim saw that Bones had moved against Spock and was caressing the point of one delicate ear with his tongue. Jim felt his orgasm building quickly. He quickened his strokes on Spock’s shaft. A deep groan escaped from the Vulcan, and Jim felt the muscles begin to convulse around his cock. He pushed deep into the tight cavity and let the contracting chamber carry him over the edge. The first spurts of Spock’s semen spilled into his hand, and in a flurry of thrusts and moans, they both came with a vengeance. “Oh God!” Jim finally gasped, “Is it always going to be this good?” His softening cock slipped from the opening. His arms were still holding on to Spock, his face buried in the back of his neck. “I hope so,” Bones said as he collapsed on the pillow. “I may not survive this too long, but I’m definitely going out with a smile on my face!” Chapter 8 “Speaking of going,” Spock interjected when he found speech was once again possible, “it is time to prepare for the reception, and we are all in need of a shower.” Spock reached to his abdomen and felt the resulting stickiness that coated both him and the cover underneath. “Well, I have a sonic/water shower in this bathroom and a water shower off of the back bedroom. Take your pick.” They all agreed that water was what they needed and, due only to the time factor involved, showering alone was advisable. McCoy headed for the back shower and Spock to the one he had used this morning. Jim stripped the bed, shoving the soiled linen into the recycler and tossing a new set out to be put on later. He then went to the closet and noticed the shed tunics along with Spock’s boots and pants lying on the floor. He noted the two additional dress uniforms hanging on the rod, and the travel bags. ‘No doubt about where this started!’ he mused to himself as he picked up the discarded clothing. Those, too, he pushed into the unit and ordered up a fresh set for both men. Pulling out his own dress uniform, he looked around at the closet and realized there was a lot of unused space. It took only a few minutes to move all of his things to one side and free up the area along the opposite side and across the back. He moved Spock’s dress uniform to the area along the side and Bones’ to the back. He took the discarded boots and placed them in their respective areas. He got the other items he would need from the drawers and, with just a little rearranging, managed to free up several drawers as well. When he heard Spock exiting the bathroom, he went for his shower. As they dressed for the evening’s event, both men took notice of the fact that they each had been given room in the closet for whatever they chose to leave here. Spock thought that given this recent change in their relationship, it was only logical. Leonard, on the other hand, was flooded by a strong, emotional reaction, which told him he was, for all intents and purposes, home. The ensuing, good-natured argument that erupted between them was typical. Soon, they were all clean and decked out in their Class-A dress uniforms. The reflection the three made in the mirror as they exited the bedroom did not go unnoticed by Jim. He loved the occasions to dress to the ‘nines’, and except for the fact that Bones kept tugging at his collar, he knew that the three of them together looked phenomenal. He looked at the chrono and was surprised that it was almost 1830. Time did indeed fly when you were having fun! “I hope you don’t mind, but I made reservations at the Lotus Spot for 1830. I wanted to make sure we could get in and out in time for the reception. Bones, we’ll have to transport over instead of using the hover if we are going to get there on time.” “God, I hate those things. One of these days, it’s not gonna unscramble my molecules, I just know it!” Exiting the building, they walked across the street to the transport station and Jim keyed in their destination. In moments they were standing in front of the dining establishment. Jim walked over to the steward and advised him his party had arrived. The boy, obviously impressed, escorted them through the restaurant to the reserved, private alcove. Every eye looked up as they walked by. There were mummers and whispers throughout the establishment. “That’s Admiral Kirk!” and “Those are the officers from the Enterprise!” and one very distinguishable, “God, they are so damned beautiful!” could be heard all around the room. Jim thought his chest would burst from the pride he felt walking at the side of these men. They placed their order and Jim ordered a bottle of wine. “Gentlemen, we are celebrating tonight.” “Jim, I was under the impression this morning that you were apprehensive regarding this evening’s event,” Spock stated. “We’re not celebrating the reception. We’re celebrating my meeting with Nogura.” Jim proceeded to tell them about the offer handed to him this morning. The meal arrived and, as they ate, Jim explained Nogura’s proposal. “I hope you two don’t mind keeping a bag packed. You’re on the top of my crew list.” “Jim, you mean they’re gonna let you, a sitting admiral, have a ship at your disposal, and it’s the Enterprise? That’s unbelievable! Why didn’t they just put you back on her full time?” “Actually, Bones, he would have if I’d asked.” He saw Bones about to protest, but holding up a hand to stop him, he explained. “Bones, there’s a lot I can accomplish, things I can do as the head of Operations, that I couldn’t do from the center seat of a ship. I told Nogura that I wanted to make some changes about how crews are selected and prepped for these new missions. I also told him that by accepting this offer, there would be some rules regarding ‘chain of command’ issues that would come into play. I advised him that I want to revise this outdated statute and replace it with one that makes sense given the 'Fleet as it operates today. He seemed open to the idea and advised me to put a proposal on his desk.” “Jim,” Bones whispered, “you told him? About us?” “Well, I admitted that the statue as it currently stands would affect me personally and my choice in crew. And I even alluded to the fact that it was more than one person. But I didn’t name names, if that’s what you’re asking. It didn’t get to that point. But, given the circumstances, if he’d asked me, I guess I would have. Oh, and Komack was livid when he got the word. I thought he was going to explode right there in my office.” He looked at Spock who had become unusually quiet and had a concerned look on his face. “What is it Spock? This is good news, isn’t it?” Jim asked. “As pleased as I am to hear this, I fear that Admiral Komack will do something to dishonor you. He is not a man who takes defeat lightly. Jim, you must be careful with him,” Spock voiced, sincerely concerned. “I agree,” stated Leonard. “Remember, the rules that are still on the books are the ones that count, and that is one dangerous son-of-a-bitch. Now that he knows he no longer has his thumb on you, he’ll be after your butt!” “Oh, screw him, he doesn’t scare me.” Noticing the looks he was getting from his companions he added, “Okay...okay! I promise, I’ll keep an eye on my back.” Spock raised an eyebrow. He knew exactly what Jim meant, but he could not get used to some of these human expressions. Especially those that were physiologically impossible. Even with the in-depth discussion, Bones had been squirming in his seat since they had arrived. “What’s with you Bones, the collar getting to you?” Jim asked with a smile. “If you must know,” he leaned in and whispered very softly, “that’s not the end that’s bothering me. I’m a little tender, if you know what I mean!” Jim bit his top lip to suppress his smile and Spock just looked at Leonard and raised the other eyebrow to meet the one already there. No one, except the two humans at this table, would have noticed the flush that appeared on the Vulcan’s stoic face. Finished with their dinner, they left the restaurant. The Starfleet campus was just across the street. In tranquil silence they walked toward the convention building. Entering the massive structure, they were ushered into a conference room to assemble with the other officers from the Enterprise. Uhura, Chekov, Sulu, Chapel, and the rest of the senior-officer compliment greeted them. They were advised by the coordinator of the event to wait inside the room until they were introduced. All were accounted for except for one. “Where’s Mr. Scott?” Jim asked Uhura, looking around the room. “He’ll be here, sir. He spent the day assessing the damage on the Enterprise and was running late. He should be here anytime now, I hope,” she stated as she scanned both doors to see if he had arrived. A look of relief eased the furrowed brow as she said, “Here he is now, Admiral.” Jim put his arm lightly around her shoulders. “See, Nyota, all that worrying for nothing,” he whispered into her ear and gave her the slightest hug. This was the man she remembered. The man who had contacted her about her reassignment to the Enterprise had been a stranger. She wondered what had caused the turn about in this man she had admired for so long. Was it being back on a mission, or was it something more? She knew one thing; no one she would ever serve under again would have his style. At that moment her thoughts were interrupted as Scotty walked up, still fastening the collar on his uniform. “Mr. Scott, glad you could join us,” Jim, still smiling, called to the man arriving. “I’m sorry, Admiral. We had a wee bit of a problem as I was leaving the ship and I dinna realize the hour. We discovered a problem with one of the conduits leading to the main antimatter converter. The poor bairn was quite shaken up, ye know.” “I know, Scotty. But I have faith that you will have her back in perfect health before long,” Jim said apologetically to the man. “Aye, sir! I’ll have them back in working order for ye in no time! When ye give the word, she’ll be ready!” He does love his engines, but there was something else in those eyes as he looked toward Uhura, Chekov and Sulu. Jim wondered which one Scotty had this look for. Knowing his chief engineer for all of these years, he had never detected an aversion to any form of pleasure from him. “For you, sair!” Chekov exclaimed. The others picked up on Scotty’s remark as well. This night was for the crew and he had no intention of stealing their glory by making his announcement, but Scotty had evidently already heard and had let the cat out of the bag, so to speak. “Is it true, sair?” “Admiral, are they giving the Enterprise back to you?” “Admiral Kirk! Does this mean another mission?” the questions were being fired at him. With a wave of his hands, he silenced them. “I was going to wait to tell you, but yes, the Enterprise is going to be under my command. However,” he silenced the hum of questions that began again, “it will not be a regular mission. I will have the Enterprise, and any of my senior crew who wish to sign-on, but only for special assignments. The rest of the time will be spent at duty stations in the quadrant. So, it could turn out that we spend a lot of time out there, or it could equally turn out to mean a lot of time spent close to home. It will be something for each of you to consider. But I don’t want any decisions made tonight. Tonight, we honor those we lost as well as those who pulled us through this last mission, agreed?” They all nodded, but there was an eagerness that shone from every set of eyes around him. He had little doubt that few, if any, would turn down this assignment. His thoughts were interrupted when the man who had ushered them into the room walked toward him. “Admiral Kirk,” the controller called to him, “Admiral Kirk, if your officers will line up, we are ready to proceed inside.” With a slight sweep of his hand, and a nod to those standing near him, Jim said, “Ladies, gentlemen, if you please.” With little thought and no discussion, they fell into place according to rank. Taking their position behind this man was something most of them had done many times before. The coordinator directed the complement toward the large, ornate wooden doors, which led to the largest of the conference rooms in this facility. The man placed his hand on the release that would cause the doors to slide open. At precisely 2000 hours, the doors of the reception hall opened and they filed into the room. A round of applause and cheers arose from the thousand or so that were in attendance. The ones who had been seated, rose to their feet. As the ensemble of twenty-eight senior officers filed into the reception hall, the noise became deafening. It was a “Hero’s Welcome” for Kirk and the crew that had saved the planet. The officers walked to the front of the room where the rest of the crew waited. When Kirk stepped to the platform, the room erupted. Jim turned, seemingly surprised by the reaction, nodded graciously to the crowd, stepped aside and indicated the officers and crew with a wave of his hand. That action brought on a renewed round of thundering cheers. Once the noise began dying down, Kirk, Spock, and Scott were seated at the head table with the Starfleet brass, and the others took their places at the first row of reserved seats. There was a speech from Admiral Nogura and several shorter speeches from other selected members of Starfleet and the Federation. Even Komack had to take his turn at praising the crew on their success. Jim noted that not once did Komack’s eyes meet anyone in particular, and Jim knew that having to do this was eating the man alive. There was a moment when Jim actually felt sorry for him, but it passed. Once the speeches were completed, Admiral James T. Kirk, polished, bright, shinning, brilliant, proceeded to mesmerize the attendees. By the time he had finished speaking, adoration shone from every eye, well, all except those belonging to Komack, who was seated at the table expressionless. |