by Kaki

Author: Kaki (kaki4@ipass.net)

Series: TOS

Pairing: K/S

Rating: NC-17

Thanks to: Kiristeen for beta reading.

Notes: Part of the "Spock Fuh-q Fest", located at

http://www.kardasi.com/fuh-q-fest Feedback: please, please. All sorts (except for 'slash is illogical').

Disclaimer: Star Trek is owned by Paramount, but this story belongs to be. There is no intent to infringe on anyone's rights or to profit financially, only to have fun.

Date: July 2000

Summary: Behind every sweet or romantic scene there is a f*ck fest.

Handclasp

6/20/00

The door slid open at his approach. Kirk took two steps forward and stopped. Spock knelt on the floor of his stark cabin; his black meditation robe covered all but his hands, head, and feet. He did not look up even as the door slid shut behind Kirk.

Kirk took a deep breath and watched the Vulcan for a long, silent moment.

"Spock?"

There was no answer.

"Spock, may I come in?"

"Enter," Spock answered, his tone dry, controlled.

Kirk took another step forward.

"Spock, please. I thought you wanted me to come to you."

Again, no verbal response, but the steepled hands clenched tighter, rose closer to the Vulcan's chin.

"In sickbay, when you grasped my hand, I thought you wanted me to come," Kirk spoke, barely above a whisper. "Spock?"

"Yes," Spock replied, his voice tight.

"Yes, you wanted me to come?" Kirk sought confirmation, then knelt beside the Vulcan. "Spock, look at me."

Spock slowly lifted his head. His eyes seemed to burn as they bore into Kirk's soul. "Yes, I wanted you."

"I didn't misread it? The handclasp."

"You did not," Spock gasped. "Leave now. Unless..."

"Unless?"

"I burn, Jim. Leave, or stay, but choose now."

"I stay. Always, Spock." He reached toward Spock, grasped his hand. Spock's eyes rolled upward, and he moaned low and deep.

Kirk laced his fingers through Spock's.

"Jim...yes."

Kirk bent to kiss the taut fingers now clenching his own. "More than the touch of two fingers, Spock. The holding of hands. You did this to me, with me. In public."

Two fingers on Spock's free hand began to stroke the clenched fingers - Kirk's and his own.

"More than an acknowledgment of affection, Spock."

Another moan. "Yes...Jim."

Kirk stared into the dark eyes before him. "Love, Spock. And lust."

Spock nodded, then bowed his head, touching his forehead to the clasped hands. "And more."

"More?" Kirk questioned.

Spock's only response was to move his forehead against Kirk's knuckles.

"Spock. Please, I don't want to get this wrong. But I think I know what you meant."

"Yes!" A deep growl. The Vulcan's breath was hot against human skin. "Choose."

"That handclasp in public was Vulcan for 'I proclaim before everyone that I must take you, now.' It means you were telling everyone you want me. Hell, Spock. It meant you wanted to fuck me then and there."

"Yes," he whispered, as his tongue snaked out to taste Kirk. "Yes." An agonized whisper in the quiet room. "I need."

"Pon farr?"

Spock's head jolted upward. "No. More than that. I need you with every fiber of my being."

Kirk stared, absorbing the desperation on the beloved face, and understood. "Love."

"Yes." Admission.

"Yes." Answer.

Spock stood rapidly, pulling Kirk up with him. Maintaining his hold on one of Kirk's hands he pulled him into the bedroom. "Thou art mine," he ordered as he ran his hand down Kirk's chest, then over his swollen groin.

Kirk flushed and smiled tentatively. He stroked Spock's cheek with his hand. "I have missed you."

"Thou wilt submit to me." It was a statement, not a question.

Kirk tilted his head up, inviting a kiss.

"My body is on fire. And thou hast chosen," Spock continued in a deep, lust-laden tone, ignoring the proffered mouth in favor of stroking the hardened cock.

Kirk shivered watching the lust claim his friend, feeling his own rise, an irresistible tide. He spread his fingers, then thrust them behind Spock's head. He pulled, then pulled again, as Spock did not yield to him. "Please," he pleaded for the kiss.

Spock pushed him backward, the backs of his knees now inches from the bed. "Mine!" Spock proclaimed again and reached up to touch Kirk's cheek. Kirk turned his face, gently kissed the nearest fingertip.

Spock moaned and reached lower. His hands converged at Kirk's throat, grasped and ripped the grey uniform open past the waist.

Kirk gasped at the action, the sound and the cool air. Then gasped again as Spock's hands reached beneath the torn fabric, squeezing his pectoral muscles, then pinching his nipples, hard.

"Ow! Spock, that hurts," he protested without effect, as Spock bent his head to Kirk's neck and sucked firmly. "Too much," he protested again, then quieted as Spock licked the spot and suckled lower, his hands pinching Kirk's nipples, this time not to the point of pain. "Oh God. More," the human now whimpered.

Another suck and the hot hands moved downward pushing fabric out of the way. At Kirk's waist they stopped. Kirk sighed. Spock again lifted his head, stared into Kirk's eyes as if to speak, but only moaned.

Kirk grasped Spock's shoulders, attempting to pull him close again, but Spock shrugged him off and stepped back. Staring at Kirk, he seemed to concentrate for a moment. Then moved quickly, picking up the human, tossing him to the bed, and removing the rest of the uniform in what seemed one fluid motion.

He stood staring at Kirk, his dark eyes unmoving. Kirk writhed beneath the weight of the gaze. Spock undid the clasp to his robe, letting it fall to the floor. Again he stood staring, this time revealed,

his harsh desert-weathered body, strong and male; his erection full and raised. He allowed Kirk to stare at him, for a moment. Kirk's eyes grew wide with longing.

Spock mounted the bed so that he lay above, but to one side of Kirk. "Thou art mine," he groaned again, then pressed his mouth to Kirk's pushing his tongue inside. Kirk greeted the invader with his own tongue and began thrusting against it. Spock moaned. Kirk slid his fingers into Spock's hair anchoring him there. Spock continued the kiss, forcefully exploring all portions of Kirk's willing mouth before allowing Kirk access to his own. As the kiss continued, Spock spread Kirk's thighs, raising one until Kirk's foot was in place to hold him open. He quickly skimmed over the twitching cock and cupped the balls as if testing the heft.

"Mmmm," he moaned into Kirk's mouth. He thrust again with his tongue as he gently squeezed the tightly drawn up balls.

Kirk writhed beneath him trying to increase the pressure. He arched upward pressing his chest to Spock's and attempting to press his aching cock against the hand, the arm, anything.

"Spock!" he cried out, the sound muffled in the heat of the Vulcan's mouth. "No," he groaned, "don't stop." He calmed down when the warm fingers returned. Soon he twitched, disconnecting from the devouring mouth long enough to clearly gasp as a slippery, cool finger entered him. He opened his eyes to see the dark ones gazing down at him in triumph. "Yes, I am yours, Spock," he managed to whisper as he tried to relax against the no-longer familiar invasion.

Turning his head, he noted a small, open jar on the bedside table.

And as the finger slid deeper inside him, he gasped out, "You planned this." Not quite an accusation, not quite praise.

"The pledge had been made," Spock spoke with assurance. "You had accepted my handclasp." He slid a second finger into Kirk and, for the first time, thrust his erection against Kirk's thigh.

Kirk shifted his thigh closer to Spock, rubbing him harder.

"More....please, more." He clenched his muscles around the invading fingers, then relaxed. Spock pulled back his hand, wiped his fingers on the sheet and shifted his body above Kirk's.

"You will feel pain, t'hy'la. You will feel me," he warned, again the stern commanding Vulcan. "Yet, thou art mine and must take me within."

"So long, Spock. It's been so long," Kirk replied, his tone clearly begging for an end to his suffering.

Spock pulled Kirk's thighs farther apart, pushed them to his chest where Kirk grasped them. Spock straightened above Kirk and looked down at his primed mate, ready and needy. He reached out slowly, placing his hands over Kirk's, wrapping his fingers around the other's. He bowed his head and breathed deeply. Then thrust.

Deep, fast.

Kirk screamed. Pain. And pleasure.

Spock pulled out. And thrust. Deeper, faster.

Kirk cried out. Pleasure, now. And pain.

Spock pulled out. And waited. His slick cock, bobbing in front of him. His breath was labored; his brow, wet.

Kirk moaned. And breathed. His body quivered. Then relaxed.

Spock waited. And shivered.

Kirk sighed and lifted his hips. Offering himself.

Spock thrust, slow. And deep. Then pulled back, and thrust.

Kirk moaned. In pleasure. "More, Spock. I've needed this so long. Ohhh, harder." Soon Kirk was breathing hard, sweat rolling off of him as he thrust his hips up to meet that so-hot Vulcan cock and rocked to help Spock pull out faster, to thrust yet again. His hands on his thighs slipped on the wet flesh, finally resting at his knees, pulling hard, wanting deep penetration.

Spock held tight to Kirk's hands until he could no longer maintain his grip and keep up his pace. Then he moved his hands beside Kirk's head, resting on the surface of the bed. And with the better purchase he thrust faster, harder. His eyes shut tight, beads of sweat dripped down from forehead over lid, down cheeks, and were licked from salty lips.

Thrusting, moaning, no time for words. Kirk shuddered as Spock shifted to thrust against his prostate. Spock's hip muscles were tight, inside, then pulling back. Faster, harder.

"Aargh. Oh God! Don't stop, oh," was muttered between gasped breaths as Kirk exploded. "Thou...art...Mine!" proclaimed as Spock followed.

Kirk relaxed against the bed. Spock remained as he was, except his breathing began to slow.

"Wow!"

Then more deep breathing as Spock wiped Kirk's face, then his own with a dry section of the top sheet. Kirk smiled.

Spock moved Kirk's hands from their almost paralyzed grip on his knees and pulled Kirk's legs outward to wrap around his waist.

"That simple feeling, Spock. Simple, my ass!" Kirk laughed.

Spock's eyebrow leaped into his bangs. "Yes, Jim. Your ass." He began to swing his hips slowly, almost imperceptibly, back an inch, forward again.

Kirk grinned, "Yeah, that, too. But simple? No way."

"Simple as defined by straightforward, easily understood. Not simplistic, t'hy'la."

"Do you know how I missed you calling me that?"

"Indeed. Approximately to the same degree that I missed saying it." Spock increased the arc of his swing - in two inches, out two.

"Mmmm. I like to hear that," Kirk smiled, again. Then his hips began to move. A moment later he startled. "Spock, didn't you finish?"

"You are correct that I did climax; however, I do not intend to be finished for quite some time." He took Kirk's hand in his.

"Handclasp," he said, and continued the slow, easy love-making his current position allowed.

/End