Mirror Spirk is back
Jim came into their quarters to see Spock
standing near their bed dressed in the flowing robes he generally preferred
when not on duty.
Jim narrowed his eyes. “What are you up to?”
“I am obviously up to nothing, Captain.”
Spock tried his best innocent Vulcan look.
Jim snorted. “Uh-huh.”
“What would you like to eat?”
He shook his head and pulled his gold crisscrossed
shirt over his head. “Shower first.” He unhooked the sash that held his dagger
and phaser from around his waist. “I’m dead tired and sore all over.”
He sat on the chair next to his desk to
remove his boots all the while the Vulcan continued to watch him, a neutral
expression on his face.
Jim sighed.
“Do you require a massage?”
“Later for that too.”
“Or…something else, perhaps?”
He snorted again. “Later.” Jim stood and unzipped
his pants, shimmying out of them, turning his ass toward Spock to give him a
show. When he turned back around he saw Spock’s hands flexing.
“Later.”
“If you insist on going commando—”
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
“No, Captain.”
Jim chuckled. “You’re so easy.”
Spock arched a brow. “I am not the one is
easy.”
He smirked. “You complaining?”
“About the ease with which you give yourself
to me? Hardly.”
Spock took a step forward.
Jim held up his hand. “Later. And do behave
or it’ll be someone else I give myself to easily.”
Spock growled.
Jim just laughed and went into the bathroom
for his shower. He turned it to water and stayed under the hot stream for long enough
to jerk himself off twice. Damn Vulcan deserved it to take him forever to come
later.
When he came back into their quarters in only
his bathroom, Spock jumped.
“Adun, you-you—”
“What is it this time? Spock. I knew you were up to something.”
Spock withdrew a big ball of fluff from within
his robes. It snapped its teeth at Jim.
“A tribble?”
“It is very soft,” Spock said defensively. “And
it purrs because it likes me.”
Jim did that himself so he could hardly
protest. “Look at those teeth.”
“He is tame, my love.”
“Sure, sure. A tame tribble. You and your pets,
Spock. The last one ate all my chips and bit me.”
Spock nodded. “And he was eliminated for it.
Clearly that type of creature does not do well in captivity.”
“And tribbles do?”
“Yes, Adun. He will not bite you. I promise.”
Spock set the tribble down on the bed. “What do you wish to eat, my worshipped
one?”
“You must be horny, you’re laying it on
pretty thick. A turkey leg.”
Spock nodded and went to the synthesizer.
Jim eyed the tribble dispassionately. “What are
you naming it?”
“I believe the tribble is female.”
He rolled his eyes. Spock handed him the big
roasted turkey leg. He took a bite. “Fine. What are you naming her?”
“Portia.”
“Oh, for pity’s sake.” Jim went over to his
chair and sat, hiking his leg up onto the desk so that his robe fell open, exposing
his already hardening cock to Spock’s gaze. “She’s not going to watch, is she?”
“Of course not.” Spock began to rub the bulge
in his crotch.
“No? Because she’s on the bed, chomping those
evil teeth of hers staring at me and my leg. The turkey one that is.”
“I will cover her with the sheet.”
Spock’s gaze grew hotter as he approached
where Jim sat. His hand slid up Jim’s leg.
The tribble chortled.
“Spock.”
The Vulcan sighed, turned and scooped up his
pet. He walked over to the laundry chute, opened it up, and tossed her in. “Satisfied,
Captain?”
He took another bite of turkey leg and smiled.
“Not yet. But I’d better be.”
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 