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Flash Fic Friday April 12 2019

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.”

Mirror Christmas, Flash Fic, 12/21/2018

This pair is the Mirror Spock and Mirror Kirk from several chapters of Going Boldly. I had the urge to revisit them and show them together.

J.T.K._(m)_(ar)

Jim turned from his terminal just as Spock stepped inside his quarters.

“You did not attend the holiday party.”

He shrugged. “I got busy. Was comming with Mom for a long time.”

“The holiday party you had a part in organizing.” Spock sat on the edge of the desk. “Is there a problem with your mother?”

“No. Just the holiday stuff. She’s on Deneva with my brother and his family.”

“Your brother?” Spock arched a brow. “You do not mention him. Is he someone with whom you do not keep in touch?”

Jim smiled. “You could say that. He left home when I was a kid. That changed my life forever and not for the good. He can rot for all I care.”

Spock just stared at him, his brown eyes becoming more intense. “Is he someone I will need to take care of?”

Jim raised his eyebrows. “Take care of?” He frowned, then shook his head. “No, Spock. You cannot dispatch all my enemies.”

“I can, ashayam,” Spock assured him. “To do so would be my greatest honor. Name the location of your tormenters and they will cease to exist.”

“Er, yeah. Sam’s just a dick, he’s not a tormenter. Not anymore.”

“Past tormentor—”

“Spock, no. I thought you’d be at the party longer. With Uhura.”

“Nyota is still there enjoying herself.”

“I hope you didn’t leave the party to check on me, Spock. It’s not necessary.”

“You are my t’hy’la. My place is by your side.”

“If you were enjoying yourself—” Jim stopped and laughed. “Oh. Sorry. I forgot Vulcans don’t enjoy.”

“Not without their mates.” Spock fingered his beard as he looked at Jim. “There is still so much you hold back from me, Adun.”

“Spock.” He shook his head.

“I know you have your reasons for keeping so many things secret. You are very powerful, for one who is psi-null, in blocking large portions of your thoughts and memories.” Spock reached for Jim’s hand and held on to it. “You still do not trust that I am no threat to you. I worship you. My devotion to you is absolute, ashayam.”

Jim looked down at their entwined hands. “Do you remember when you went to the other universe after the other Jim?”

Spock frowned. “I thought you no longer thought about that time. That you had forgiven me my trespasses.”

“I have forgiven you,” Jim agreed, his gaze rising to Spock. “But no longer think about it? That is not possible.”

“Jim.” The Vulcan fidgeted, looking suddenly quite vulnerable.

“I love you,” he assured Spock.  He brought Spock’s hand to his lips and kissed the fingers there, earning him a shiver. “I do. I think I did even before you betrayed me by going after the other Jim Kirk.”

“I was a fool. I loved you, but you seemed completely unattainable.”

“I was then,” Jim admitted. “I wanted nothing to do with you or anyone. I was convinced you would murder me given the chance.”

“Perhaps then I would have. I would give my life a hundred times over for you. You are my life.”

Jim smiled and kissed Spock’s hand once more. “You are my holiday miracle.”

Spock’s brows furrowed. “We did not get together during the holidays.”

Jim laughed. “I know, babe. The thing is, when you left our universe to go find some pale, ridiculous imitation of me—”

“He was not ridiculous. He was precious and did not—”

“Watch yourself, Vulcan.” His eyes narrowed.

“He can never compare to you, my Adun.”

“I was…furious. Hurt. Betrayed. And I wanted you dead.”

“James—”

Jim got up from his desk chair and straddled Spock’s legs, putting his arms around his Vulcan. “Not anymore, babe. Not anymore.”

Spock kissed him, deep and hard and hungry. “I will destroy anyone that comes near you.”

“I just…I trust you. I wouldn’t be here with you, if I didn’t. But you’re the only one I trust. Probably the only one I can ever trust. And I hope that you really do love me.”

“Beyond belief,” Spock whispered. He pulled Jim close, burying his face in Jim’s chest. “That you even give me the time of day—”

“Shh. No talk like that. It’s the holidays. Why don’t we both quit working and have some fun?”

Spock leaned back to meet his gaze. “You want to go to the party?”

“Do I look crazy? Don’t answer that. I avoided that revelry on purpose. You know that. I could have spoken to Mom another time. Parties give me the—”

“Willies. Yes, I am aware of your odd Terran phrases.” Spock pulled him closer. “And I know why. I will dispatch—”

“Spock.” Jim gave him a look. “By fun, I meant take me to bed and fuck me over and over until I can’t stand up and I can’t sit in the captain’s chair tomorrow.”

Spock’s lips twitched. “That does not seem particularly unusual.”

Jim smacked him upside the head. “Don’t be smug, Vulcan.”

“That should be ‘don’t be smug, husband.”

“Don’t be smug, Vulcan husband. Satisfied?”

Spock straightened, scooped him up and carried him toward their bed. “No, but I will see that we both are.”

“Did I give you permission to carry me?”

“Negative, my worshipped one.”

Jim sighed as Spock carefully placed him on the bed. “I shall have to punish you later.”

Spock arched a brow. “I look forward to any punishment you can dole out, my T’hy’la.”

“Yes, I am your T’hy’la and don’t you fucking forget it.” He leaned up, so Spock could finish removing his clothes. “Show me. Show me how much you love and want me.”

“I will show you repeatedly.”

Jim smirked. “Merry Christmas. Come.” He dragged Spock to him. “I want to unwrap my present.”

A Little Extra Flash

This is just a little something I wrote. There’s nothing else to it but I thought I’d share it too. Mirror Kirk, who is already with Mirror Spock in his own universe, comes to the Kelvin ‘verse and meets a different version of his lover, who is not yet with the Kirk there.

 

Jim certainly missed his lover, sinister stare, goatee that drove him wild, those incredible mind melds, his over protectiveness. Yeah those were all turn-ons to be sure. But there was something about this prissy version of his boyfriend that Jim found unexpectedly appealing.

He’d heard stories that this Spock had been fucking Uhura for literally years, apparently. As far back as their academy days. He’d been surprised by this considering his Spock was very firmly only interested in males. But okay, Jim himself wasn’t picky. He’d have sex with whoever or whatever wanted him and had. Well, until his firmly monogamous first officer got ahold of him, that is.

According to what Jim learned, most recently, they’d had trouble when Spock had decided to dump Uhura to return to his planet, called New Vulcan here, apparently, and create baby Vulcans. That hadn’t happened though and Spock had stayed. After a short reconciliation after an incident on a planet called Altamid, Spock and Uhura had once again called it quits.

Which is why, Jim guessed, he found the stoic Vulcan, sitting by himself in the corner of the mess room with a plate of barely appetizing vegetables and a cup of really smelly tea.

Jim flopped down in the chair opposite him and gave Spock his trademark cocky grin. “So, really, why aren’t we having sex?”

“Because we are not engaged in a romantic—”

“Relationship. Yeah, yeah,” Jim waved his hand dismissively. “You’ve said that. That’s not a good reason.”

“You are my commanding officer and it is not appropriate.”

“Weren’t you fucking Uhura?”

Spock blanched slightly at the crass words. Or Jim thought that’s what it was from. “Lieutenant Uhura and I were engaged in a romantic relationship at one time. She did not report directly to me as I do to you.”

Jim scoffed. “So that’s how we’re justifying it. Weren’t you an instructor and her a cadet when you began this romantic relationship?”

“I was not her instructor.”

“Semantics, Spock. And that isn’t the point.”

The snooty eyebrow went up. “What exactly is the point, Captain?”

He leaned forward. “We should be fucking,” he said in a low voice. He figured he was actually doing the Kirk from this universe a favor by arranging it so that when they finally switched back to their own rightful places, this Spock would be already raring to go, so to speak.

And if Jim had a little fun while he was at it—okay, a lot of fun—than that was the sacrifice he would make. For Kirk’s sake, of course. Obviously the kid was shy or he would have already pounced on this prissy Spock.

If there was one thing Jim was not, it was shy. He’d wrapped his own Vulcan around his finger quite easily, thank you very much, and he didn’t see any real obstacles to doing the same here.

“This is not an appropriate conversation, sir.”

Jim smirked. “Going to report me for harassment?”

“I should.”

Jim sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Fine. Okay. I figured you wanted me as much as I wanted you, but since that’s not the case, I’ll find someone else to fuck me.”

Spock’s eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. But he said nothing.

Jim stood and then deliberately tossed his communicator on the floor. “Oh. Oops.” He bent over, ass in air, aimed in Spock’s direction. He was quite sure he heard Spock’s gasp of breath. He picked up the communicator, straightened and turned to Spock with his best and brightest smile.

“See you, Mister Spock.”

And then he went to his quarters to take a shower.

When he came out, he was not at all surprised to find Spock there.

In fact…he was delighted.

Flash Fic Friday, April 28, 2017

Today’s prompt was a broken chair and a kiss. I went Mirror for this.

 

 

“What the hell did you do to my chair?” Jim demanded, as he stared at the lieutenant who just vacated the captain’s chair. It was now Jim’s shift time and he had arrived to find the right arm of the chair completely cracked.

“N-Nothing, sir,” the lieutenant said, turning a dark shade of red.

Nothing? That wasn’t that way when I left it!”

“I-I know, sir, but it just sort of happened.” He took a step back from Jim as though he thought Jim might strike him. Ridiculous. Of course. Well. He had thought of it briefly.

“Just sort of happened?” Jim pointed to the arm. “How does that just sort of happen?” He narrowed his eyes, assessing the man. “If you were doing things in my chair while on duty I’ll—”

“No! God no! No, Captain.” He was shaking his head frantically now. “I swear, sir.”

Jim’s jaw tightened as he flicked a quick glance at Spock, who predictably arched his brow in response.  “Very well. You’re relieved of duty.”

The lieutenant’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open. ”Relieved? But why?”

Jim struggled for patience. “Your shift is over, Biggins.”

“Oh.” He nodded, pulling at his collar. “Y-Yes. Thank you, Captain. I’ll just-I’ll just be on my way.”

Jim watched him go, even as Biggins spared one last glance at Jim as he departed, biting his lip as he did so. Jim shook his head. He glanced down at his broken chair with a grimace.

“I will order a repair crew to take care of it, Captain,” Spock spoke up from beside him.

“Thanks, Spock.” Jim sighed and took his seat, leaning away from the broken arm. “Am I that scary?”

“Sir?”

“That kid. He acted like I scared the crap out of him.” Not that Jim thought that was a bad thing, necessarily.

Spock quirked a brow. “He is not afraid of you in that way.”

“Then what the hell was that?”

“Captain, if I may,” Uhura said, coming over from her post. She exchanged a quick look with Spock. “Biggins has a crush on you.”

Jim laughed.

“It’s not a joke, Captain,” Uhura insisted.

“Why would he have a crush on me?”

She snorted and came forward to pat his face. “Really? You can’t think of any reason?” She rolled her eyes. “You’re the captain, so an authority figure, you’re Captain Perfect Hair, so there’s that—”

“You have really blue eyes,” Sulu said from his station even though Jim hadn’t even known he was listening.

“And that rakish scar by your eye,” Chekov added, almost leering.

“And then there is your posterior.”

Jim turned so fast to look at Spock he almost fell out of his chair. “What did you say?”

“I think he said—” Chekov began to say.

“That will be all, Ensign,” Spock said coolly.

Chekov winced.

Uhura smiled. “The point is, Captain, trust me, Biggins is nervous around you because he has a crush. So maybe you could be a little nicer to him? Just a thought?” She winked at him and then glanced in Spock’s direction. She winced. “Not too nice of course.”

Jim shook his head and frowned as she moved back to her station. He turned to look at Spock, but realized his first officer had returned to his station as well.

With a shrug, Jim began his shift by asking for a status report.

****

Hours later, Jim came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist after his shower and glanced over to where Spock sat at the desk working on his terminal. “You totally said something about my ass on the bridge.”

Up went the eyebrow. “Would I say something about it on the bridge of all places?”

“Normally I would say no, but I heard you.” Jim chewed his lip. “I think so anyway.” He went over to the desk and sat in Spock’s lap. If they towel didn’t totally cover his ass, oh well. “You weren’t jealous because Uhura said Biggins has a crush on me, were you?”

Spock’s arms tightened around Jim. “There is no need. Everyone knows exactly who you belong to.”

“Only because you can’t keep your hands to yourself even in front of others.”

“You enjoyed everyone watching us,” Spock reminded him.

Jim shivered. He leaned in for a kiss. That was meant to be just light and playful, but quickly began to turn into something else entirely.

“I did, perhaps, order him to the booth,” Spock said casually.

Jim pulled back and looked into his first officer’s eyes. “The booth? For having a crush on his captain?” He cupped Spock’s bearded jaw.

“Mmm. He openly fantasizes about you. And I want everyone to be fully cognizant of what it means to cross me.”

“My scary Vulcan.” He glanced at the screen. “Whatever you’re doing can wait until you’ve finished fucking me.”

“Since we are about to begin shore leave I will not be finished fucking you for days.”

Jim shrugged. “How unfortunate for your reports.”

Spock’s fingers squeezed Jim’s ass. “And now it is time to show you just exactly who you belong to.”

“Biggins?” Jim teased.

Spock growled and lifted Jim onto the desk, his hand swatting Jim’s ass.

“Ouch! Ow. Okay, okay. You. I belong to you.”

“Do not forget it.”

And Spock made sure that Jim’s sore ass wouldn’t let him.

 

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