Tuesday, May 19, 2009

The Prodigal Soul NC-17 Chapter 6

Finally! Another chapter--though likely out of order in the finished product. Still, it is good I think, for now. Click on the links for


Chapter 1-3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5


At some point I will put it all in one post.



Disclaimer: Paramount owns the characters. All creative content, plot and original characters belong to me.


The Prodigal Soul


~Chapter 6


~~First Night


Kirk lay on the cool stone floor in Spock’s sleeping chambers and listened to Uhura’s soft, shuddering breaths as Spock’s mouth worked between her legs. He realized with a tiny pang of jealousy that for the second time in as many weeks, they started without him.


He was in the transporter room the day Uhura first came on the Enterprise and felt Spock stiffen beside him as she materialized. He glanced curiously at Spock and saw that his gaze was fixed on Uhura. Kirk could almost see the electric arc of lust and wonder and recognition flash between them. The air left his lungs in a soft rush and his hand had fluttered to his chest, his fingertips coming to rest gently over his heart in a gesture that was almost feminine. Uhura recovered her composure first, her dark eyes flicking toward him as she asked, “Permission to come aboard, Captain?”


And even then, in that tiny moment, he knew that her directing her question at him was not for the sake of military protocol, but her generosity in including him in the relationship that formed instantly between her and Spock, as if the two had been only been waiting for the other to appear. Now, despite their protestations to the contrary, there would one day be that conversation that would gently separate him from them, that would regulate him to that status of Favorite Uncle to their children and—


“Stop sulking.”


Kirk looked up with a start. Nyota looked down at him from the side of the sleeping platform.


“What? I’m--,” started Kirk.


“We waited one point four three hours for you, Jim,” said Spock, peering over Nyota’s shoulder.


“Well, one of us waited, anyway,” Nyota grinned.


“Nyota, I implored you to cease your activities but—.”


“Since when has that ever been a problem, Spock?” asked Nyota.


“You are correct. I am Vulcan,” Spock said smoothly.


“Lucky for me,” she said nipping his shoulder with her teeth.


Kirk sighed. Uhura looked down at him.


Us. Lucky for us,” she said. “What took you so long this time, Jim?”


Kirk dropped his head back unto the stones and spread his arms and legs so that as much of his skin as possible came into contact with the cool floor.


“It’s hard to skulk around in a castle full of Vulcans,” he said. “Between Stonn and General Golan, it took me and hour to nonchalantly walk forty feet to Spock’s rooms,” he said.


“Why would you have to “skulk” to my chambers, Jim?” asked Spock. “It would not be unusual for you to be here at any hour.”


“Guilt makes you skulk,” said Nyota.


“And sulk, apparently,” said Spock.


“Get serious,” snapped Kirk. “I don’t know how you got here so quickly, Nyota.”


“Golan escorted me,” Nyota shrugged.


“What?” Kirk sat up in alarm.


“Is there a problem, Jim?”


“Yeah, Spock. There’s a problem,” said Kirk. “This is a diplomatic mission. The appearance of professionalism must be maintained.”


“And yet, there you lie, naked, on my floor,” said Spock.


“He did say the “appearance” of professionalism,” said Nyota.


“Hence, the skulking.”


“Right.” Nyota rolled unto Spock’s back and nuzzled his neck. “Everybody knows, Jim,” she said. “Sarek, Amanda, Golan.”


“McCoy, Stonn, Admiral Nogura,” said Spock.


“Emony Dax and Ambassador Shras know. But I doubt the Tellarites have figured it out.”


“Nor has Komack,” added Spock.


“Don’t forget Motley. He knows.”


“As does I’Tet.”


Kirk stared at them with wide eyes. “This is not funny. Why is this funny?”


They watched him with straight faces for a long moment. Nyota pointed to a stack of padds on a side table.


“Golan thinks I’m here to discuss L’langon clan dialect and High Vulcan syntax,” she said.


“God damn it. Why do you guys do that to me?” cried Kirk.


“Because it’s so easy.”


“It’s mean.”


“Really, Jim. For such an intelligent human, your gullibility never ceases to amaze me.”


Uhura patted the cushion beside Spock. “Get up here, silly,” she said.


“It’s too hot,” said Kirk. He brought his knees up and propped his forearms across them.


“I can assist you in regulating your body temperature,” said Spock, reaching for Kirk’s contact points.


Kirk tilted his head out of reach. “No,” he said.


Spock and Uhura glanced at each other.


“You and Nyota have engaged in sexual activity without me on occasion,” said Spock.


“Many, many occasions,” said Nyota.


Spock frowned.


“I mean, sometimes,” Uhura winced.


“You said many occasions.”


“Come on, Spock. You know what I mean.”


“Actually, you said many, many.”


“Honey—.”


Jim started to chuckle then he threw his head back and laughed.


“Shh!” giggled Nyota.


Jim pushed himself off the floor and plopped down on the pallet. Spock lay on his stomach with Nyota sprawled on his back. Jim gazed at them. Nyota placed a hand on his cheek.


“You are my love,” she said.


Spock brushed his fingers lightly across Jim’s forehead. Kirk felt his body cool slightly. “Thee are part of our whole, sa’kai. One day thee will come to believe this.”


They were quiet, watching the flickering light of the candle on the walls. A hot breeze blew through the narrow windows, bringing to them the faint scent of sage and roses from Amanda’s garden. T’Khut burned low on the horizon and a raptor shrieked above the desert.


“I love it here,” said Jim.


“It is agreeable to be home,” said Spock, kissing Nyota’s fingers.


“Will you want to live here after Starfleet?” Jim asked.


Spock traced the lines of Nyota’s palm with a finger. He gazed at Kirk. “It is an option among many that the three of us must consider,” he said.


“We won’t leave you, Jim,” whispered Nyota.


“I know,” said Kirk.


“We cannot,” said Spock.


Jim nodded. Spock frowned but decided that now was not the time to pursue the matter. It was good to breathe Vulcan air again and Nyota’s breasts were soft against his back.


“So, are we going to engage in sexual activities or what?” asked Nyota.


“I believe you may have telepathic abilities, Nyota,” said Spock.


He flipped their positions, stretched out on top of her and nuzzled her breasts. She gripped his hair in her fingers and moaned softly. She opened her eyes and saw Jim watching. She lifted her head from the pillow.


“Aren’t you going to—.”


“I’m not really up for it right, now,” he said. He motioned vaguely at his flaccid penis.


Spock reached for his contact points. “I can assist you--.”


“Cut it out,” Jim said, grinning. “Enough with the fingers.” He pushed Spock’s hand away.


“You seriously don’t want to now?” asked Nyota.


“Must’ve been all the skulking,” said Jim.


“It is my understanding that your perception of the illicitness of our meeting should add to your arousal ,” said Spock.


“Maybe it’s the heat,” said Kirk.


“Darling--.”


“Jim—.”


Kirk’s grin grew larger. “Gotcha,” he said.


“You can be a real jerk sometimes.”


“Quite.”


Jim pushed Spock off Nyota and pulled her on top of him. He kissed her deeply. “Vulcans aren’t the only ones who can control their erections,” he whispered.


“Oh,” she sighed. “Indeed.”


But as Jim neared his climax, he closed his eyes against the sight of Spock kissing her mouth, holding her face between the fingertips of both hands, and hearing


(feeling)


Spock say for the first time in all the years that they were together, the words that made Jim cry out when he

came, eyes squeezed shut, his body clenched and his face averted.


(“nee’ota tal-kam”) “I love you, Nyota.”


Later, Jim made them wait while he lay on top of her. He was still hard inside her when she pushed him gently away and he gasped and shivered as his cock and his ejaculate left her body. He rolled to his side and kept his back to them as they moved together. He stared at the far wall.


********


Suvan stepped back from the peephole and took long, careful breaths through his nose. He was certain that the human male—Kirk—could not see him, but for a moment it seemed as if their eyes had met. Suvan could feel his grief and his lust and he ached for the man. He knew this pain. It was part and parcel of his cursed blood. He put his eye to the hole again. Spock and Nee’ota held each other, their bodies trembling with orgasm. Kirk still lay on his side with his hands clenched between his thighs.


“Doubt thou the stars are fire,” whispered Suvan. “Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar; but never doubt I love. Do not squander what is freely given, Kirk. You will end like me. Alone. Bloodless. In the dark.”


Suvan turned from the wall and walked through the passageways with his head down.



End Chapter 6

5/09

girl6


8 comments:

Anonymous said...

oh it's so wonderful you've updated! thank you!

recumbentgoat

Adams said...

I love the bloody arse off you!

Krista said...

Oh...wow. Just...wow. Thank you so much for updating! :)

-Krista

Iddy said...

Jim does *not* sulk~ ~lol But the ol' boy does get a bit intense at times ;-) Good stuff, Boopie!

Kayla said...

OH MY GOD. yours is one of the best Spock Uhura fics i have ever read. and having watched the movie a couple days ago, i have read MANY. :D

update update! <3

Memoirs Of A Dragonfly Queen said...

I'll have you know that I've followed your blog on and off for the last year. Many of your posts were more than insightful, funny, but most of all well-spoken and knowledgable with a quirky sense of humor.

That said, I also read because I figured I was the only one that thought Leonard Nimoy in all his forms was pure joy to watch (not to mention, my sneaking crush on the man *whew*).

Either case, I'm glad you updated and this dragged me out my lurker status to finally say: Brava!

Anonymous said...

I freakin' love you! It's amazing how many words I've added to my personal vocabulary. I am such a die-hard shipper of the Uhura/Spock duo, that I never thought I would succumb to anything involving Kirk... that is, until I ran into your seductive writing style. Bravo!

Kristine said...

Ahh, once again, you slay me with the hotness and the angst. :D And you also suckered me into loving this threesome once again. I think I can only accept it coming from you, LOL.
Definitely looking forward to more!!