TITLE: "THE BINDING FORCE OF DUTY"
AUTHOR: Gayle Rochefort-Potts
E-MAIL: tpotts@sprint.ca
SERIES: TOS/MIRROR
CODES:  ?/S
RATING: NC-17
POSTING:Oct. 2 2001
ARCHIVE: ASC, ASCEM, All other pleas ask.
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SUMMARY:Spock contemplates the changes brought about from
Captain Kirk's 'mirror'. A pact has been made and a gift is
enjoyed.

DISCLAIMER: The Great Bird of the Galaxy created "The
Universe" we play in. Paramount owns "The Universe" we play
in. They can have all the monetary gain and all the
headaches... we will have all the fun!


"THE BINDING FORCE OF DUTY"
 By Gayle Rochefort-Potts
 Written: July 21,1998
 Original Posting: April 15, 1999



The Vulcan commander had ended his duty period. He removed
the tunic and placed it on the back of the chair. He looked
to the tray of food that had been left by his yeoman. He
lifted the cover and raised an eyebrow at the choices. All
were native to Vulcan with the exception of the Terran
rice. He replaced the cover and headed for the sonic shower.

His skin tingled afterwards and the soft silk fabric he
slipped on felt cool. The sleepwear consisted of loose pull-
on pants and a top that he merely had to slip over his
head, all in a deep blood green. He saw not reason to be
uncomfortable off duty. He found the uniforms to be rough
and of a fabric that did not retain any warmth.

He sat in the chair in front of the tray. His tunic had
been removed and no doubt hung up. He heard no other
movement in the quarters but he did catch the sounds of
movement in the adjoining cabin. He had no doubt that his
yeoman was preparing for rest.

The meal was eaten in silence. He drank the tea then
poured out a second from the small pot. He leaned back in
his chair, the cup held between his hands. He closed his
eyes and relaxed from the day's activities.

It had been a weeks since the events that gave him a
different outlook on how his universe was to unfold.  His
relationship with Captain Kirk had changed, in more ways
than one. They were no longer on opposite sides; they had
formed a partnership to bring about the necessary changes
in this universe. The other captain.... Jim, had said there
was a secret in the captain's quarters and the captain's
woman knew of it. She had explained it to him and the three
had made a pact of secrecy pertaining to the Tantalus
Field. There had been changes aboard the Enterprise, the
beginnings of trust among the officers on the bridge. No
longer were the attempts made on one another's lives.

Captain Kirk had, with a unique briefing, informed the
bridge crew that it would be more profitable for them to
function together rather than looking behind them waiting
for attacks from on another.

And they had saved the Halkans.

Spock heard the swish of the adjoining door, then seconds
later the touch on his shoulders. The cup was taken from
his hand and replaced with warmed Vulcan ale. Warm hands
began to massage the stiffness in his neck and back. He
rolled the tall glass between his hands slowly as he
settled to enjoy the sensation. His head dropped forward as
the warm and now oiled fingers stroked up his neck. The
strong and experienced hands worked the magic of relieving
the tension in his body.

As he finished the glass of ale, he began to feel the
effects of the spices that he had tasted. His body was
warming and with the added touches on his body by the
other, his state of arousal was evident. He pushed the
chair back slightly causing his yeoman to move away. He
stood and without a word entered the sleep area and
stretched out on the bed.

His yeoman followed dutifully, straddled his form then
continued the massage.

Spock's top was slipped off; the motions of the other's
hands continued slowly down his back. Long, firm strokes
were drawn down his back then a gentle kneading of the
muscles was used to travel up his back. He had closed his
eyes to enjoy this to the fullest. He felt the firm hands
stroke down his side then slide his pants down, Spock
lifted his hips to accommodate the motion. His legs were
now the focus as they were smoothed and kneaded until they
relaxed.

"S'haile..." The title whispered was an ancient one, used
only to signify respect to another. In Standard, the rough
translation was 'liege lord'. In Vulcan society it
signified one that you would give your life for.  ".... to
continue..."

Nothing more was needed, Spock turned onto his back. His
eyes remained closed for the time being as the other's
hands began the massaging at his shoulders. Spock had
wondered numerous times if his choice of a yeoman had been
a logical one. To be a Vulcan was, he thought, a logical
choice, but this one was new to the Enterprise and had been
purchased for Spock by Captain Kirk.

"A gift." Kirk had said with a soft smile. "To give you
more time to play chess." Kirk's grin had lengthened at the
Vulcan's raised eyebrow then his hand caressed the Vulcan's
face. "Later then, Mr. Spock. A game of chess..." He winked
then left the Vulcan's cabin.

Spock opened his eyes as the dark silky shoulder length
hair brushed his stomach. His yeoman had reached for the
bottle of oil placed on the floor. He noted the darkness of
the other's eyes and knew that both were equally as
aroused. He reached to the matching dark hair and ran his
fingers through it.

His yeoman understood the gesture.

Spock sighed audibly as the warm mouth closer over his
swollen organ. The hot tongue swirled around him then the
lips captured the length and began the slow stroking.
"S'brax." Spock whispered and the compliance was almost
immediate. The stroking was performed slightly faster.
Spock moved one leg over so the other could position
himself between his legs.

A hand replaced the warm mouth for a short time, the mouth
tasting the sweetly oiled skin on his inner thigh.

Spock whispered his pleasure at this. His hand reached
down to touch the other's shoulder. He brushed back some of
the hair that hid the other's face. Even in this low
lighting, the marks that had been left on the other's back
were evident. It reminded him of perhaps why James had
bought him from the other officer. There had been no
evidence that this young officer required severe
corrections for as many times as was visible. It was simply
a matter of either racial or subordinate treatment.

Spock reached down to the other and pulled him up to
capture his mouth. "Both must receive some form of
pleasuring." His mouth tasted the other's mouth then moved
slowly down the neck and along the shoulder.

The gestures were not desired, his yeoman moved back down
on the bed and continued milking the officer's hard organ.
"Another time, not now." Were the words that had been
spoken to Spock.

Spock did not dispute the matter, but he was curious as to
the reason. It would wait to be discussed. His body
shivered with the pleasuring he was receiving. Her moaned
as he felt the growing urgency for release. His hands
reached into the softness of the other's hair, his fingers
clenched as another shudder moved along his body. His
release would be soon.

Touches masterfully done, slowed the Vulcan officer's
need. Soft moans speaking of how pleasurable this was as
well as words of encouragement guided the touches. The
first drop of liquid was tasted and the sucking motion was
increased.

"Yes!" Spock whispered. "A: se'arie!" His body shivered
then exploded into the other's mouth.

It was taken hungrily. Each swallow served it's own
pleasure. The length was milked until no warm liquid came.
He was tasted with lips that brushed his thigh. Spock felt
the other's weight leave the bed, his body was covered with
a soft blanket.

He listened to the sounds of his yeoman cleaning up the
dishes that had been forgotten.

His door chime sounded. The voices made him smile.

"Captain." There was a pause, no doubt when his yeoman
bowed his head. "Commander Spock was resting, he stated
that you were expected for a game of chess. I will have the
board set up in a moment."

"Is he awake?"

"Yes. Do you wish warmed brandy tonight, Captain."

"Yes, warm brandy would do nicely tonight." The Human
entered the dark room, he leaned against the door frame.
His arms crossed as he looked to the horizontal Vulcan.
"Have you eaten?"

"Yes." Spock lifted his upper torso, resting on his
elbows. "Have you?"

Kirk grinned then nodded. He sipped the brandy that
appeared in his hand. "Are you dressing for our game
tonight?"

"If you wish me to. You are after all, my commanding
officer. My duty is to serve." Spock sat up, noting the
glass in his hand.

"Your yeoman...?" Kirk had not heard whether or not his
'gift' had worked out or not.

"I am unsure to the reason for the disciplinary actions
taken against him by Captain Renolds, Ensign Tuvok performs
all of his assignments with Vulcan efficiency."

Kirk drained the glass. He met the Vulcan's eyes as he sat
on the side of the bed. "Maybe he has never been
enlightened to the pleasures of having Vulcans around." His
hand went to the back of Spock's neck. "Do you think we
should share this information?" His lips brushed the warm
lips.

"I do not believe Captain Renolds would put any of the
information into practice."

"His loss." Kirk pressed his lips against Spock's as the
Vulcan pulled him down then rolled him under him. Fingers
reached to the contact points that would serve to meld the
two officers. "Definitely, his loss...."

Yeoman Tuvok slipped quietly back to his quarters,
grateful for the rescue from the aptly named vessel, the
I.S.S Bondage.


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