was inspired by an off-newsgroup comment and suggested by Judith, written by Kaki and dedicated to everyone who keeps K/S alive and thriving.

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Title: Tuppertrek Saves K/S

Series: TOS

Author: Kaki (kaki4@ipass.net)

Story Series: Kaki's TupperTrek

Pairing: K/S

Rating: R

Thanks to Hafital and T'Marta for beta reading.

Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. I've just borrowed these alternate universe versions of Kirk and Spock to have fun. This story is mine, but the guys have been transformed back to normal and returned to the real world.

Warnings: Definite m/m relationship, hints of m/m sex, no "real" sex though, and much Tuppertrekiness. Do not shoot me if you read this anyway.

Summary: K/S is in trouble. Can TupperKirk save the day?

Timeframe: Perhaps a year after "A Printfan's Nightmare," at least two months after "Dreadful Malady" and shortly after "The Birthday Party."

Tuppertrek Saves K/S

by Kaki (kaki4@ipass.net)

"Oh, Spock. Have you read these?" Kirk called out as he waddled quickly into the apartment.

"No, Jim. You just brought them into the domicile. Perhaps if you let me take them from you."

Kirk handed a cardboard box to his mate. Spock looked into the box. "Old-style magazines. Circa late 20th century. You should not have carried such a heavy box in your condition."

"Worry wart. It wasn't that heavy, but I'll try to be more careful.

Just for you and our little Annibell-Ashlee." Kirk leaned up against Spock as closely as his protruding belly would let him and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of his neck. "Mmmmm."

"Jim," said Spock firmly, looking a touch exasperated, as only a Vulcan with a very pregnant mate is allowed to, "we have not chosen the name yet. You were supposed to be considering T'Pau and T'Amanda in honor of her lineage."

"But Spock," came the familiar whine.

"Later, Jim. We will discuss it later."

A small tear trailed down Kirk's check as he hid his face against Spock's neck.

"Do not cry. I merely wish to ascertain what has excited you.

Besides you are getting my uniform wet."

Sniff. Sniff. Kirk's body quivered as he tried not to cry. Spock stroked his back slowly as he calmed down. Soon Kirk turned to face the box.

"Why do you have these magazines? " Spock asked as he reached around Kirk to pick up the top one.

"They're called zines. Some are from the 20th century, but some are recent. They have stories and artwork."

'That I can see," intoned Spock, as he examined the tall, almost naked, muscular, long-haired Vulcan standing possessively over the equally muscular, collared, naked and aroused, Human slave on the cover of the magazine. "This is a very vivid picture."

"Have you ever thought about growing your hair out?" Kirk asked as he turned his head to look up at his tall, muscular Vulcan. "It would be awfully sexy. I bet you'd look even better than the picture." He leaned toward Spock, capturing his lips for a sweet kiss. He parted his lips tempting his mate, who responded by deepening the kiss for a moment. The two parted when they needed air. Kirk sighed happily. "Would you?"

"I have not considered doing so since my Kaswan. Adult male Vulcans rarely allow their hair to become long."

"For me," Kirk simpered, drawing Spock's free arm around him, placing the warm hand gently over his rounded abdomen.

"I would consider anything for you, t'hy'la." Spock responded, turning his head slightly toward the zine and away from his mate, effectively shielding the brief grimace. "Would you kneel before me, naked and collared?"

Kirk turned quickly, wrapped his arms around Spock's neck and squealed in glee, "Oh yes, Spock. I would. I'd be your slave forever." He pushed up on his tiptoes to kiss Spock, firmly. "Oh, how I want you, only you. Let's go to the bedroom. I'll kneel for you if you'll help me back up." He kissed him harder.

The Vulcan set the zine on the table and thoroughly kissed him back. "I can wait for the kneeling." He led him toward the bedroom. Kirk grinned and followed. Soon Spock was naked and aroused. Kirk removed his maternity tunic, then undid his pants.

"Oh, no. I need some help here. Spock could you undo my shoes please. I can't reach." Spock did so, setting off a giggling fit on the

part of the human. Raising one eyebrow, he looked up at the Human. "It's just that it's the naked, aroused Vulcan kneeling, not the Human."

"I am pleased to help you. Do you find me amusing?" Spock inquired, but his reaction to the laughter was clear in his now unaroused state.

"Oh, Spock. You're so sexy; it was just the zine thing. Really," he replied in a mollifying tone. "Tug again on the left boot please." Spock complied.

"Thank you." Kirk sat on the bed and reached out a hand to Spock.

"I'm glad you love me so much. It's so hard to be sexy this big."

"I will always find you arousing," Spock replied, as he stroked Kirk's belly, and lower.

"Oh yes," Kirk encouraged, as his eyes shut in pleasure. He remained that way for a moment, then, "Uh. Umm. Spock. I've got to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

Spock helped him up, then lay back to wait.

"Ten minutes later, Kirk reappeared, "Oops. I forgot. I was reading the baby book in the bathroom. I get so much more reading done now that I have to sit down. I'll be faster though when I can see to aim again. Did you know that babies grow fastest the first year?"

"Yes, Jim. I did."

"I'm hungry. Want to eat?"

"I want to eat you," Spock replied, staring pointedly at the large erection he was stroking slowly with one hand. "I have been waiting for you."

"Give me a couple minutes. I just want a sandwich." Kirk wandered off, leaving a naked, aroused, Vulcan on the bed.

A few minutes later, Kirk was spreading mayonnaise over a slice of wheat toast when he heard a series of gasps and groans from the bedroom. Worried, he waddled quickly down the hall and into the doorway, where he spotted a replete and very soggy Vulcan reclining on the bed. He rushed over and sat next to him. "Oh, Spock. I would have come back. I'm so sorry," he whispered guiltily.

"I am fine. I just needed..."

"I know what you needed. I need it too. I was just so hungry."

"I understand," panted Spock, still trying to catch his breath. "I will

be capable again in a few minutes if you choose."

"You're so good to me. How about after my sandwich? Or we could look at the zines for a bit."

Spock rose, wiped himself off with a convenient wet-wipe and responded, "Yes, Jim. Tell me about the zines."

Kirk headed back to the kitchen while beginning his story. "I just found out about these yesterday. They are stories about a pair of lovers named Kirk and Spock. Often they are very much like us, Captain Kirk of the Enterprise and Spock, his first officer." Kirk noticed Spock's eyebrow lifting. "No, don't ask. I don't know how they knew about us."

He paused for a large bite of sandwich and accepted the large glass of milk from his mate. Taking a quick gulp, he settled on a chair near the box of zines. "And there are fascinating stories about Kirk and Spock where they are living in other times and universes, but they still find love together. Sometimes, it's ancient Vulcan; sometimes other planets."

"You have read this entire box?"

"And some more. I thought it was more important than the new Enterprise specs I was supposed to approve. Scotty would understand, I'm sure."

"You will tell him about these zines?" Spock asked, "I do not think that would be wise. There is enough speculation as it is."

"OK. I won't. But I can tell him I was busy. Anyway," Kirk sighed dramatically. "Sometimes these two lovers take a long time to fall in love and sometimes it's love at first sight, like it was for us.

Sometimes, they get separated and have to rescue each other. See this drawing of you carrying me out of that cave."

"This scene is very familiar. Remember, Omega Dell 5."

"Yes, I do," Kirk looked adoringly at Spock, "you saved me, just like this Spock saved this Kirk. Of course, you were still wearing your shirt."

Spock lifted one eyebrow at that comment, "It was cold."

"Maybe next time you rescue me you could remove..." Kirk's voice trailed off as he noted the Vulcan's stubborn expression. "Anyway, back to the zines. Sometimes, like that top one you looked at before, you, well, you know, they are characters with strong convictions, but in other realities, including lots where Kirk is Spock's slave and loves him anyway."

"Fascinating. I can not accept that I would own a slave, but I would always love you."

"Of course you would. It's fate. I do wonder why you seem to like to rape me so often."

"Perhaps, you were recalcitrant."

"Maybe. Doesn't sound like me, though."

"On occasion, Jim."

"And I always like it, even though sometimes I curse at you, so you must be just as good lover there as you are here. Look at this drawing. I'm so thin, not like now, and I have muscles..."

"As you normally do."

"Thank you. I'm so glad you can remember," Kirk cooed. "And I have bruises all over me, but we look so sated. I bet you just came in me, Spock. And I made the mess. I know that look on your face. You get it when you've been masterful." Kirk giggled.

"It is fiction, Jim," Spock reminded, firmly, but looking closely at the picture.

"But look how you're reacting, my sexy Vulcan. I'm just showing you pictures and you're already so ready." Kirk smiled lustily after looking carefully at Spock's groin. "Soon, we'll go back to the bed.

As soon as we finish looking these over. You've got to read them, too. So many ideas about how we can make love and how much we care about each other. They even knew about the sandalwood oil, and you need to see what cinnamon can do," he effused, "It's all so beautiful." Kirk stopped and finished his mouthful. "And all about us." He began to tear up again.

"What is wrong? Is it the child?" Spock rushed to his side and held him.

"No, she is fine. The sad thing..." Sniffle, deep breath. "Is that these stories have been written for hundreds of years. Circulation has ranged from a hundred copies to many thousands, but now there is only one editor left and she only puts out one zine every few years. Soon there will be no new stories." Kirk's voice began to break up as he spoke, tears pooled in his eyes. "And I've just st- st-started," Sniff. "reading them."

"That is truly unfortunate. So much history."

"I wanted to suggest that we use the ideas for ourselves. More ways to make love to you," Kirk whispered over his barely controlled tears, "I like to surprise you."

"Do you know what has caused this demise?"

"I think so. Apparently every few decades some writers start making us totally unlovable. Sometimes you yell at me for breaking the Prime Directive, sometimes you hurt me in Pon Farr and leave me, sometimes I leave you - for a woman!"

"That could not happen," Spock denied the awful idea, then kissed Kirk soundly.

"But some of these writers are not thinking things through. If they did they would know better. The good writers always write happy endings, but some of the interlopers write death scenes without having us come back to life. I read one story where I left you just before climax just because there was a red alert. I'd never do that, but someone thought I would."

Spock's eyebrow lifted. "You have been known to do so, Jim."

Kirk blushed. "But that was for food, not ship's business. I'll do better soon enough, but after we finish this discussion."

"What else has happened to the zines?"

"Apparently, some editors decided to print these weird stories, so they wouldn't be thought to be censoring the writers, but the fen, the plural of fan, didn't like it and stopped buying the zines. I can't

blame them, I wouldn't want to read a story where I got a desk job and you left me, unless it had you coming back to me. I like the stories with the romance, where we fall in love and make love a lot.

But would you believe a story where we had to keep stopping to clean up?"

"In bed?"

"Yes."

"But, we do."

"I don't want to think about it."

Spock lifted an eyebrow, but said nothing.

"And, even worse, someone wrote a slave story where I didn't like being raped. That caused a big fuss. Everyone wanted me to love you and that me didn't."

"That would be awful. I need you to love me whatever happens," Spock reassured Kirk.

"It is much better when every first-time leads to a long-term relationship. And when we can convince Sarek and T'Pau that we should bond."

"Was there ever a doubt?"

"Only in some of these odd stories."

"My father approves of you."

"I'm so glad. I cried so long over the story where he didn't come to the bonding. You were trying not to be upset, but I knew you were. It just broke my heart. I shouldn't have read that one without you nearby to hold me. That Kirk and Spock did have really glorious, um, interludes, though." Kirk's eyes gleamed, as he looked over at Spock. "Right there on the sands at Kuhn-ut-Kal-i- fee. It was such a turn on, even sitting in my office! But we'd never really do that."

"It would get sand into unacceptable places."

"Oh Spock. You're so silly sometimes. Sand wouldn't hurt in a good zine story, only in a bad one - those make us have a blanket if we want to do anything. But I do like the stories where you're the Captain and I'm the lowly Ensign, but you love me anyway. And when I get to be your bed-slave and not do any work. I know I'd miss the Enterprise, but I'd have you."

"I'm sure you would make a good bed-slave, if you chose to be one, Jim. But I do not foresee your giving up the Captaincy to me."

"Oh no, I wouldn't. I like to be in command on the bridge."

"You are a brilliant commander."

"But the zines, Spock," Kirk whined, again. "I think it was a story where I made a command decision that caused you to die that killed off the last zine. The editor got lots of letters threatening her for that one. She had to change her comm code. And that's why I'm so sad. She can't get good stories because the writers ran out of good ideas and the rest are just awful, so no one will buy them and on top of it to be getting that mean mail."

His big bleary eyes looked into Spock's with love and sadness. "I know we'll be OK, cause I have you. But think beyond us to all the people who won't have us for inspiration anymore. What about them?" At that he broke down weeping. Spock picked him up and carried him to the bedroom, laying him on the bed.

"It will be all right, Jim." He lay down beside the quivering Human and wrapped him in his arms.

Hiccup. "Yes, hold me close. You feel so good naked. But I still don't see how we can save the zines."

"Perhaps, the writer's simply need some inspiration?"

"Yes, Spock. It must be that. Maybe we could tell them some of the fun stuff we've done. Good stuff. That waterfall on Debbie 2.

And the pillow thing after T'Pat's birthday, and the day after and...

And the plans we have for after Kaitlin-Michelle-Amanda is born.

I'm planning to tie you up just like in Path of the Warriors CCCVII and rub you in oil and rub oil in you and on me and make love to you just like that master did to his Vulcan warrior slave."

Spock stroked Kirk's cheek gently as Kirk continued his excited prattle. Kirk squirmed into a more comfortable position with his head pillowed on the other man's warm chest, his fingers running lightly through the soft hair.

"Oh, Spock. We could do the oil part now. You'd be so sexy glistening like that. And I'd love to feel your oiled hands on my penis. And then maybe you could ....

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Ten months later, Kirk greeted Spock with joy. "I'm so glad you're home. Look at this. Three new zines, including one from a new editor. And ads for several coming up soon. They liked the pillow idea, I think, and they used the idea about you fixing me breakfast in bed and reading me poetry, and there's one about you holding me while I cry, then making love to me, and every story has a happy ending and ..." Kirk babbled happily, as he pulled the zines from the drawer in the end table, his back to his t'hy'la.

"Cease," the deep voice of the Vulcan ordered. "Face me. Where is our daughter?"

Kirk straightened, turned pale, clutched the zines to his chest, then turned to face that voice. "She's still in the childcare center, taking

her nap," he replied with only a slight quiver, as he took in the obviously angry Vulcan thrusting unidentifiable papers toward him.

"Good. She should not be here for this discussion. Read this.

Now." Spock thrust the papers into Kirk's hand, then clasped his hands behind him, very formally, first officer style.

"What is it? Are you mad about the zines?"

"Do as I say."

"Oh, all right," he finally agreed. He turned the pages over and stared at the top one. "It's gorgeous, Spock." He looked up at Spock, wanting to show his appreciation, but looked back down when he noticed the Vulcan's stony glance. "It really is a beautiful picture of you - your muscles flexed, the loin cloth bulging, the fire in your eyes..."

"Read the text."

Kirk did so. "Oh." He sat down quickly. "The Starfleet Academy Buzz." He flipped the page over. "And a story about that trip to the beach. 'Here's how graduates Kirk and Spock used their shore leave to great advantage. What will you do after you graduate?

Who ever said SF officers were boring?' Oh no." Page turn. Kirk groaned. "It's me. With the bottle of sandalwood oil." He paused.

"Oh, yes. In our cabin. After you ate the cinnamon candy and made me strip. Thank goodness it isn't the picture you took with me on the bed."

"Turn the page."

Flip. "'New exercise program for SF graduates. Time we got one like this at the Academy!' What an article title! See picture on next

page." Flip. "Oh no, Spock! The one on the bed. Do you think it's obvious you just..?" Kirk blushed bright red and looked up at Spock.

Spock glared.

"Did you send them these pictures?" Kirk queried, "Because you were upset that I sent the pictures and ideas to the zine writers?"

Spock glared.

Kirk breathed, then looked sad. "Oh, Spock. I'm sorry. I know you wouldn't do something like that. But how did they...." Kirk jumped up, ran to Spock, pushed him into a chair, knelt down before him, and lay his head on the still-uniformed lap. "You don't think they got a hold of what I sent to the zine editor. She wouldn't have shared. And I didn't send that one of me."

"It was printed on the back of the one of me. You wanted to have us close together."

"Noooo." Kirk silently wept, soaking Spock's pant leg.

"Jim, cease. Do not cry. Please Jim." The Vulcan began with an order, finished with a pleading request.

Kirk continued to wail for several minutes. Eventually though he ran out of tears, and began to blubber, "You'll never love me again.

And the Admiral will be so mad. And all those sweet young things who've never been pregnant will come after your sexy body. And you won't want me anymore." Sniffle. Gasp. Kirk hugged the soggy thighs closer.

"Jim. Please do not wipe your nose on my thigh. Use this towel."

"Towel?"

"There is nothing else nearby except this dishtowel. Use it."

"But.."

"Look up, please," Spock asked gently, "I do love you. You know that." Spock wiped the dripping eyes and wet checks. "Now blow."

Kirk did.

"You must believe I will always love only you."

"I love you, too." Kirk turned his bleary eyes up to Spock's. "Hold me."

Spock pulled Kirk up onto his lap. Kirk settled happily with his head on Spock's shoulder. "Wanna try what Jasmina wrote on page 37?"

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