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Spock stood up from the captain’s chair of his Vulcan fighter ship and headed for the transporter room. Several of his crew were waiting for him there. Spock nodded to Stonn and took his place on the transporter pod.
“Kill them all, Spock?” Stonn asked.
“Negative,” Spock replied as he adjusted his belt that held his phaser and dagger. “Kill the captain and take control of the bridge. Capture the first officer and the Romulan diplomats they are transporting.”
“Kill the rest?”
Spock glanced to his comrade and shrugged, “If you must, but I would prefer to just blow the whole ship up after we have who we need back on our ship.”
“Drinks on you if this goes well?”
“Of course. As long as none of my crew is killed, then I will pay for one round of drinks.”
Stonn nodded as Spock said, “Energize.”
Spock put his hands behind his back and strolled through the hallway of the Romulan vessel. He stepped over the bodies of the crew littered about and made his way to the bridge. When he entered the bridge, he rolled his eyes at seeing Stonn taking his time killing the captain.
“Stonn, finish him or I will,” Spock said before turning to another of his crew. “Vyorin, do we have the diplomats?”
“Yes, sir,” Vyorin replied. “They were just transported to our brig, along with the first officer and two members of the bridge crew.”
“Good. Order our crew back to the ship.”
Vyorin nodded and went to do as ordered. Spock turned back to Stonn and then heard a noise and felt something graze his bicep. Spock turned his arm and looked at the damage. Spock tsked under his breath at seeing phaser fire had grazed him. Now his shirt, which his mother had given him, bore a rip in it. He paid no mind to the bit of green blood he saw as he turned to see a foolish Romulan standing in the doorway of the bridge.
Stonn started to laugh, “Should not have done that, you fool.”
“You…you Vulcan scum,” the Romulan stuttered out. “The Romulan Empire will not take this lying down.” The Romulan then fired again. Spock didn’t even blink as the phaser fire skimmed the side of his ear.
“Horrible shot,” Stonn said as Spock slowly stalked toward the Romulan who started to shake. He tried firing again at Spock but the phaser wasn’t working. The Romulan growled and threw the phaser at Spock before lunging at him.
Spock shook his head and easily used the Romulan’s weight against him and slammed him to the ground. Spock crouched down over the Romulan and put his knee on his chest, keeping him down. The Romulan struggled against Spock as the Vulcan cocked his head to the side and then grinned.
“It would be easy to just slice your throat,” Spock said, moving one of his hands to hover above the Romulan’s meld points. “But…no…I think I’ll…”
“Son of a human whore!” the Romulan interrupted Spock by yelling in his face.
“Should not have said that,” Stonn mumbled before leaving the bridge.
The grin on Spock’s face didn’t fall as he stood up and allowed the Romulan to scramble up from the floor.
“That’s right! Your father, the honorable Lord Sarek, bedded a human whore and created you…you the half breed.”
“My mother is not a whore,” Spock said softly before lunging at the Romulan.
Stonn was almost to the transporter room when he jumped at hearing the screams of that Romulan. He then moved a hand to his throat and felt the small scar that was left from when he was a teenager and dared to refer to Lady Amanda as a human whore to Spock’s face. While they were friends now, Stonn knew not to cross Spock.
Stonn shook his head and kept on to the transporter room.
Spock nodded at his father as the hostages were handed over to the Vulcan High Command for interrogation and most likely, torture.
“You are injured,” Sarek said, coming up to his son. “Your mother will not be pleased to see that.”
“I will call M’Benga to the house to fix the injuries, father,” Spock replied.
Sarek nodded and then looked to the hostages, “The Romulans think they can have an alliance with the Klingons…they are mistaken.”
“Indeed. As I am not needed anymore, I shall take my leave.”
Sarek patted his son on the back and then went back into the High Command building. Spock told his comrades when and where to meet for drinks later and then departed.
Spock walked first walked through the market and viewed the various items for sale before continuing on his way. He stopped just outside the market and sniffed the air.
Something smells good, Spock thought before turning his to see an aesthetically pleasing blonde human male being led down the street by Harry Mudd, a notorious conman in the pleasure slave business. Spock cocked his head to the side and stared at the human, thinking he looked familiar before shaking his head and continuing home.
Spock yawned and stretched his hands above his head as he entered his family’s palace just outside of Shi'Kahr. He made his way into a room with a plush couch and found his mother sitting there, knitting. She looked up and smiled at him.
“I see the mission was a success,” Amanda said. “Minus the damage to your shirt and…oh! Poor baby, your ear.”
Spock nodded and plopped down onto the couch and laid his head in his mother’s lap. He curled onto his side and closed his eyes as his mother chuckled.
“Want me to call M’Benga to heal your ear?”
Spock nodded, “In a moment.”
Amanda sat her knitting supplies to the side and ran one of her hands through Spock’s hair, “Are you injured anywhere else? Phaser burn on your butt, perhaps?”
“Negative, mother,” Spock replied before purring at his mother’s ministrations with his hair.
“That’s good. So that is someone else’s blood on your boots that you tracked through my house and onto my couch?”
“I will have the servants clean the blood off the floor and couch,” Spock said before moving his feet off the couch.
“You bet your ass you will. What do you want for dinner? I was thinking of asking the chef to make a Terran dish tonight. Vegetarian lasagna.”
“I promised my crew I would buy them a round of drinks tonight, mother.”
“Don’t get too drunk, sweetie. Last time you ended up crashing a speeder into the Vulcan High Command building.”
“Almost, mother. I nicked the building. Minimal damage done and father already reprimanded me for the incident.”
“I remember. He kicked your ass in the training hall. You silly Vulcans and your chocolate and peppermint liqueurs.”
Spock hummed a response and then yawned.
“No, no, you lazy Vulcan,” Amanda lightly fussed before pushing her son off her couch and onto the floor. “I’m going to call M’Benga while you go get cleaned up for your night out. Won’t find anyone to make me grandbabies with if you have someone else’s blood over you.”
Spock sighed from where he was laying on the floor, “I have no desire to have children anytime soon, mother. Perhaps Sybok will give you grandchildren.”
Amanda snorted before standing up and stepping over her son and walking out of the room.
Spock stepped out of his shower and toweled off. He wrapped the towel around his waist and went into his room as the door opened. His mother entered along with M’Benga and another man.
“His ear needs to be tended to as well as a phaser burn on his bicep,” Amanda told M’Benga and the other man.
Spock sat on the edge of his bed and watched M’Benga come over to him and put his med bag down. Amanda smiled at them before leaving them alone.
“Spock, this is my new associate,” M’Benga said, nodding to the other man. “Doctor Leonard McCoy.”
Spock nodded to the new doctor who grumbled a hello. Spock arched a brow as M’Benga moved to Spock’s side and looked at his ear.
“Ah that’s not too bad,” M’Benga said. “Just some cartilage damage. Leonard, fix his arm while I deal with this.”
Leonard nodded and grabbed a dermal regenerator from the med bag and looked at Spock’s arm.
“Where are you from, Doctor McCoy?” Spock asked.
“Earth.”
“No shit, but where?”
Leonard looked a little take back by the Vulcan’s language before shaking his head, “Georgia. Was luckily off planet at the time of Earth’s destruction. Grew up on Jupiter Colony III.”
“That is a thriving colony. Why are you here on Vulcan?”
“Ex-wife kicked me out of the Sol system.”
“Fascinating.”
“I loved that bar!” Vyorin exclaimed as they exited the building. “More liqueur!”
Spock placed his hand against the wall of the building and steadied himself. He blinked a few times and then hiccupped.
“No! We need a speeder!” Stonn spoke up. “Spock, procure us one.”
“No,” Spock told them before sniffing the air and looking around. “I want…that smell.”
“What smell?”
“I don’t smell anything but that bar.”
“I smell…something mine,” Spock slurred out before following after the smell. Stonn and Vyorin watched their leader stumble down the road, bumping into people as he passed them. The two Vulcans then looked at one another and shrugged before heading back into the bar.
Spock came to a large house and stared at the gates that prevented Spock’s access. Spock went to the gates and climbed over them easily. He landed on the other side as quietly as he could and made his way to the front door where he slammed his shoulder into it. He backed up and slammed the door again and managed to break it down. An Andorian woman screamed when he broke through the doors and dropped a vase she was holding.
Spock looked at her and shook his head before heading to the spiral staircase.
“Sir, sir,” the Andorian kept yelling. “My master will not be pleased by this. Sir!”
Spock ignored her and followed the smell to a door at the end of the hall on the second floor. He burst through the door and startled the occupants.
A short, fat Tellarite was standing at the foot of a large bed in a sheer robe in the room. He turned and started yelling at Spock, “Who the fuck are you? Get out of my house! I am Ambassador…”
Spock growled at the Tellarite and shoved him from the bed. The Tellarite landed hard on the floor, unconscious, as Spock focused on the bed. The human male from before was huddled against the headboard, wearing just a small red thong. Spock stared at him before reaching out and grabbing the human’s ankle and dragging down the bed to him.
The human tried kicking him but Spock growled and grabbed the human up and hoisted him over his shoulder. Spock turned and walked out of the room, down the stairs and to the fence. He stared at the fence before adjusting his hold on the human and climbing over the fence with the human.
“Please, stop,” Jim said, his voice shaky. “I’ll do whatever you want."
The Vulcan didn’t respond. He just kept walking. Jim sighed and then tried hitting the Vulcan in the back. The Vulcan wasn’t fazed and only adjusted Jim on his shoulder a bit and continued walking.
At least he’s better looking than that Tellarite, Jim thought before accepting that Vulcan had him and was clearly not going to let him go.
Jim started to panic again when the Vulcan took him into a grand house. Jim struggled in the Vulcan’s hold as he was carried through the house and then into a large bedroom. Jim hit at the Vulcan’s back before being deposited onto the large and luxurious bed.
“Please,” Jim tried. “I…I’ll be good…just…don’t hurt me.”
Jim crawled towards the head of the bed, away from the Vulcan but was immediately grabbed. Jim tried fighting but the Vulcan was so much stronger. The Vulcan pulled the blanket back and moved Jim under the blanket and then got under it himself. Jim tried moving away again but the Vulcan merely grabbed him around his waist and pulled him back into his chest. Jim froze, thinking this was it, but the Vulcan nuzzled Jim’s the back of Jim’s neck and then cuddled up behind him.
What the…Jim thought before feeling the Vulcan relax, softly start to snore and then purr.
“Are you…you’re asleep,” Jim said. “And purring?”
Jim tried squirming out of the Vulcan’s hold, but even in his sleep, the Vulcan kept a tight grip on his new Jim sized teddy bear. Jim sighed again and then yawned. He didn’t know what, but something inside him was relaxing and calming. Jim’s eyelids grew heavy and he melted into the plush bed and fell asleep.
Spock dreamed of Earth. His mother and father would frequently bring him to the planet while they worked. His mother had family and his father had jobs to complete for the Empire.
The last time he was on planet, he had been twelve. They were at a place called Riverside when the Klingons and Bajorans attacked the planet.
Spock’s parents had a starship readied for their quick departure, but Spock had wandered off. He wished to see the masses as they scrambled for transports off the planet. Spock had been knocked down by a group in their hurry to the transports. Spock had sworn and then looked up to a see a human boy holding his hand out to help him up. The boy had mesmerizing blue eyes.
Spock went to take the boys hand, but when their fingertips met, they both were shocked. It was a spark of something that occurred that made Spock quickly get up and take a few steps away from the boy.
“The transports are filling up,” the boy said, shaking his hand. “We need to get to one quickly.”
Spock nodded and went to follow the boy when his father appeared and grabbed him.
“You foolish child,” Sarek had fussed at him. “The planet is breaking apart, we must leave now.”
Spock let his father carry him off, but he kept his eyes on the boy whose eyes were now sad. A man then ran up to the boy and grabbed him. Spock saw the boy struggle against the man as was carried to a transport. The last Spock saw of the boy, the boy had reached his hand out towards him again even though they were now several yards away.
Spock woke up and snuggled into the warm body next to him before quickly opening his eyes and moving away from the person. He sat up and stared down at the blonde human and wondered why he was in his bed.
“Oh,” Spock then said, remembering his drunken kidnapping of the human. Spock looked down at him and took in his features.
“You are familiar,” Spock quietly said before moving a finger lightly over the human’s bare arm. “T’hy’la.”
The human remained asleep so Spock kept lightly moving his finger up and down his arm before moving to the blonde hair. Spock carefully petted the human before getting out of bed and moving to his mediation mat.
Jim rolled onto his back and started to wake up. He then felt someone drawing circles on his bare stomach. It tingled where their skin was in contact. He opened his eyes and came face to face with the Vulcan from last night. The Vulcan was laying on his side next to Jim with his head propped up on his elbow while his other hand was drawing those circles. Jim started to panic and move away.
“Please don’t…”
“I have no desire to hurt you,” the Vulcan interrupted, before placing his hand on Jim’s chest, keeping him in place.
What does he want? Jim thought.
“I wish to apologize for startling you last night. It was not my intention to do so. I was intoxicated and my only concern was taking you from the Tellarite.”
Jim’s eyes went wide as he thought, Shit, that’s right…telepaths.
The Vulcan smirked at him and then removed his hand and held it up, “Touch telepath. Although I do have some abilities with hearing very loud thoughts of others from time to time.”
Jim nodded as the Vulcan introduced himself, “My name is Spock, son of Sarek.”
“Jim. Jim Kirk. Wait? Lord Sarek?”
“Yes, Lord Sarek is my father,” Spock said matter-of-factly before placing his hand back on Jim. The tingles started again.
Jim looked at the hand and then to Spock, “What…what are you going to do to me?”
“Your skin is soft. I apologize for touching you while you were sleeping.”
“You’re still touching me.”
Spock removed his hand and the tingles stopped. He then sat up on the bed, “Do you remember me?”
Jim blinked and sat up as well, making sure the blanket covered him, “Well…yeah…you did take me from my master’s house last night.”
“I did, but that is not what I am referring to, Jim. When Earth was being destroyed. We met in Riverside during the commotion with the transports.”
Jim thought back to that day and then remember, “The Vulcan who shocked me. That was you?”
“It was.”
“Oh…wow, okay. I guess I’m glad you made it off planet before Earth was destroyed.
“Indeed and I am glad that you made if off planet as well. Have you been a pleasure slave this whole time?”
Jim shook his head, “No…thankfully no. I…um…I was made one several months ago. Mudd took me from the working colony with several others. My first master…I killed him before he had the chance to train me.”
“You killed him and are still alive?”
“I made it seem like his other slave did it. She was killed. Mudd then had me moved to a pleasure house on Orion but I managed to escape. Was caught last week on a transport to human colony on the Halkans planet. The Tellarite bought me yesterday and last night was…well…you saved me.”
“Do you have credentials?”
“The Tellarite has them. Mudd transferred them to him yesterday. Mine say I am a designated pleasure slave, but I’m not. He took me and had my credentials altered. I am free.”
Spock nodded and was about to say something when the door to his room opened and his mother entered. She stopped and stared before chuckling.
“I see,” she said. “I was about to tell the Tellarite Ambassador that he was mistaken. My son would never steal a pleasure slave.”
“Is he here to reclaim him?”
Amanda nodded, “Yes and he is quite mad. Come downstairs at once.” Amanda then turned on her heel and left the room.
“Well, thanks for saving me last night, I guess,” Jim said sadly before getting up from the bed. “It’s back to my master now.”
Spock’s nose flared at seeing the human in just the red thong. Jim blushed and covered himself with his hands before asking for a robe to put on. Spock nodded and stood up from the bed. He went into his closet and came back with a plain deep blue robe and handed it to Jim to put on.
“How old are you?” Spock asked.
“Eighteen.”
Spock didn’t say anything in reply. He just motioned for Jim to follow him.
Spock leaned against a column in the foyer and watched the Tellarite yell about how Spock stole Jim from him and broke down his doors to Sarek. Spock rolled his eyes and looked to his mother. She smiled at him before looking at Jim, who was standing behind Spock.
“James, come,” the Tellarite then yelled.
“Please, Spock,” Jim said very quietly from behind the Vulcan before starting to move to his master. Spock stopped him by grabbing his arms and pulling him to him. Jim looked at him with those mesmerizing eyes, pleading for him to do something.
“Are you a skilled worker?” Spock asked him.
“Yes, yes, I worked very hard on several mining colonies and in the engineering department at ship building factory on Cardassia Prime.”
“James!” the Tellarite yelled again.
Spock looked past Jim the fat alien before shaking his head, “The human is mine now. My father will pay you whatever you wish for his credentials.”
“No, unacceptable. James is mine. I purchased him and I intend to fuck him.”
Spock growled and advanced on the Tellarite who quickly backed away and stuttered out, “Well…I…um…I could part with him for…no less than fifty thousand credits. He…he was a prime specimen and I need to buy a new one that is just as virginal.”
Spock nodded at Tellarite before turning and taking Jim back up to his room.
“Thank you,” Jim said. “Thank you so much.”
Spock shrugged as he rummaged through his closet. He came back out with a couple pairs of pants and some shirts.
“I outgrew these when I was sixteen. You look to about the right size for them,” Spock told Jim before handing the clothes to him. “One of the servants will have to take your measurements to procure you other clothes.”
“Will I be a servant here?”
Spock shook his head, “That would be a waste of talent. Can you fight?”
“I’m alright.”
Spock stepped close to Jim and said, “Punch me.”
Jim dropped the clothes, “What?”
“Punch me. I wish to see how strong you are.”
“I can’t…you’re Lord Sarek’s son.”
Spock merely quirked an eyebrow at that. Jim gulped and took a step back. He balled his hand into a fist and punched Spock as hard as he could in the face. Jim cursed and held his hand to his chest.
“Motherfucker that hurt. What the fuck is your jaw made of?”
“The same as yours,” Spock said before opening his mouth and moving his jaw about. “However, my bones are much denser than yours. Your punch was…not as weak as other humans I have encountered. You need to be trained though. That will begin tomorrow.”
“Trained? For what?”
“I command a company of mercenaries and warriors. The Empire and Vulcan High Command sends us out on various assignments that requires close hand-to-hand combat at times.”
“Oh…cool. Um…you know I could be an engineer on your starships then, right? You take starships on your assignments, right?”
Spock nodded, “Yes, however those positions are coveted and I do not wish to disrupt my crew at the moment by assigning someone unfamiliar to an engineering position. In a few years, when your reputation is high among them, then it will be more advisable to take over such a position.”
“Okay. Sounds like a plan.”
“Good. Now, pick up your clothes and follow me. I will find you a room here.”
Later that day, Spock had to leave for some business and had given Jim permission to wander the palace and find his way around. Some servants had already measured him and come back with several items of clothes that fit him just nicely and kept him cool on the hot planet. Jim was just happy he didn’t have that red thong anymore.
Jim wandered into a room and found Lady Amanda sitting and drinking tea. She looked up and smiled at him before patting the seat next to her.
“Come, sit,” she said. “Would you like some tea?”
“Yes, please,” Jim replied, sitting at the small table next to Spock’s mother.
“How are you settling in?”
“Good. Um, my room is very nice, thank you. I didn’t expect Lord Sarek’s family to be so nice.”
Amanda smiled and poured Jim some tea before saying, “We aren’t nice, Jim. Spock just seems to have a soft spot for you.”
Jim’s eyes went wide.
“My son has never really shown much attention to anyone. He did have a rudimentary bond with a young Vulcan named T’Pring when they were kids.”
“What…what happened to her?”
Amanda shrugged, “She jumped off a cliff. Thought she could fly for some reason. Well, Spock put it into her head that she could. He is very good with mental manipulation. When he was a boy he also put it into the old Emperor’s head that his concubines were le-matyas that were going to kill him. Poor old fool, such a shame, but alas, now we have a new Emperor, who is just lovely.”
“I see.”
“Now, my baby can take care of himself, but I want you to know, Jim,” Amanda said, reaching a hand out and patting his hand. “I will take pleasure in slicing your throat if you hurt him in any way. Do you understand that?”
Jim gulped and then nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Oh good. Now, drink your tea and tell me all about yourself. Do you remember living on Earth?”
Spock was walking up the stairs to his room when Jim rushed up to him and said, “Your mom is going to kill me.”
Spock chuckled and shook his head, “If my mother wanted you dead, you’d be dead, t’hy’la.”
“Twila? Teela? What’s that? I don’t know that word?”
“It means you are foolish,” Spock lied. “Why do you think my mother is going to kill you?”
“She said ‘I’ll slice your throat if you hurt my son’.”
“Oh…no that means she likes you. If she was going to kill you, she’d just poison you. That is her weapon of choice.”
“She gave me tea earlier.”
“She loves her tea too much to put poison in it.”
Spock sighed as Jim continued to stare at him in distress, “You will not be a good warrior if you act like this, t’hy’la.” Spock then turned and yelled downstairs, “MOTHER!”
Jim panicked at that and hid around the corner.
.
.
.
“What?” Amanda yelled back, appearing at the bottom of the stairs.
“Are you going to kill Jim?”
“No, of course not, sweetie. I like Jim. He’ll be good for the house.”
Spock nodded and his mother turned and left. Spock looked back to Jim who appeared from around the corner.
“See? Now, I am tired and wish to retire to bed. Goodnight, Jim.”
Jim smiled at him as Spock passed him and went to his room. Jim then bit his bottom lip and turned and went to his new room and got undressed.
Spock lounged back on his bed and flipped through the pages of an old Terran book. He looked up when he heard the door open and saw Jim enter wearing a robe. Spock stared at the human as Jim walked to the foot of the bed and, with shaky hands, undid the sash on the robe. The robe opened and Jim moved his shoulders a bit and let the robe fall from him to the floor, presenting himself, naked, to Spock.
Spock closed his book and stared. He saw Jim fidget under his gaze. Spock sighed and shook his head before putting the book down and standing up from his giant, plush bed.
Jim was nervous. He figured that this was expected of him. Spock had bought his freedom and no one in the Empire did something like that for nothing. Jim fought himself from moving his hands in front of him and covering up his flaccid member as Spock came to stand in front of him. Jim looked at those brown eyes and saw that they were looking him over.
Spock reached his hand out and saw Jim flinch even before Spock touched his arm. Spock pulled his hand back and moved to Jim’s side. He then knelt down and picked up the robe and wrapped his around Jim’s shoulders.
“You may have my room,” Spock said. “The bed is must nicer than any in the palace…besides my parent’s room. Goodnight, Jim.”
Spock then walked away towards the door.
“Wait,” Jim said, turning to Spock. The Vulcan stopped in the doorway and turned his head to Jim. “I thought…didn’t you want me to…because of my freedom and stuff.”
Jim watched those brown eyes look him over again before meeting his eyes.
“You thought wrong, t’hy’la. I do not take what is unwilling. Goodnight, Jim and enjoy my bed,” Spock then left the room, closing the door behind him.
Jim sighed in relief before collapsing back on the luxurious bed.
“I…I wouldn’t have been totally unwilling,” Jim said to himself. “He is hot. Maybe…maybe another time once we get to know each other better.”
Jim moved up the bed and got under the covers. He pressed his face into a pillow and took in the scent.
Spock smells nice. His bed is like a cloud, Jim thought. I’ll give him back his bed tomorrow.
Jim then noticed the book and grabbed it. Jim hadn’t seen a Terran book in years. He smiled at reading the title Alice in Wonderland, before opening the book and starting to read.