Manipulations

Manipulations

Disclaimer: This universe is not mine. All credit for that belongs to the incredible Gene Roddenberry, a man light years before his time, and most generous with his fans.

Warnings: Slash, M/M, oral, rimming, mild SM in this chapter, Voy / Exhibitionism, solo

A/N: The posts to this will be slow, about once every two or three weeks. While there is a plot, weak though it is, this is primarily written for the sex. This chapter is a bit shorter than average.

Chapter 1: It was a plan

The Captain was exhausted as he entered his room to retire for the evening. He was lying on his bed watching the light rain roll down his window. His room in the Star Fleet compound was lavishly furnished with soft leathers and antique woods; the developers had taken the phrase “creature comforts” to heart when they remodeled each suite to accommodate the next inhabitant. While he had to remain in San Francisco for the three months that the Enterprise was down for refit, he planned to make the most of every minute. He was anticipating a truly exciting summer, when he saw the light flick on in Spock’s room. He hurriedly switched off his desk lamp wondering if Spock knew this was his room. He watched with mild curiosity as Spock appeared to be conversing with someone still outside the room. Jim could make out through the rain that the guest seemed hesitant as the guest, entered the room. Probably a young male, for the guest was as tall as Spock but not as broad across the shoulders; obviously of Vulcan or Romulan descent, the sleek black hair and characteristic ears were easy enough to see, as were the full cloaks that were favored by both peoples.

Jim’s curiosity was growing into avid fascination as he watched Spock hang the cloaks up, and then turn to embrace the other man. He could see that they were embracing, but the rain hampered discerning any fine details. He could tell when Spock had started undressing largely because of the contrast between the black robes and Spock’s almost luminescent skin. It looked as if Spock were undressing his guest also. Jim could make out Spock leading his guest to the bed - but any further distinctions were impossible. Jim wondered at the guest’s identity; was he a lover or a prostitute? Based on his previous experiences on Vulcan, he believed that Vulcan prostitutes probably did exist. He knew that Vulcans could have sex without Pon Farr, it just wasn’t as intense due to the emotional release that accompanied Pon Farr. He had often occupied idle time with considerations of his first officer’s sexuality. He knew of several women who had spent time in the man’s bed, including one bond mate, but he also knew that Spock seemed to be left grasping at the proverbial straws after each encounter. It was as though satisfaction from the act eluded the stoic man. In the occasional intoxicated state, Jim had wondered if his friend might not prefer the company of men, although there had never been any indication of it.

Jim watched the shapes on the bed; he really did not need to see details, as his mind was supplying the scenes for him. He slid his pants down and shuddered at the cool air caressing his cock. He slid his hands along his thighs as he watched the shapes move together. Jim wondered what it would feel like to be that other man; to hear that sexy, velvety voice whispering into his own ear; to feel those large steady hands touch his body. Would Spock’s touch be firm, or light, would it be hot from his higher body temperature or from the fire of passion? Jim could feel Spock’s lips and tongue following those hands across his body. Jim found his mind wandering to thoughts of Spock sucking his cock; would it be hard and determined, trying to force the cum from him, or would he use his tongue to tease and encourage it along, until it just slipped out, past any control that Jim might have? He could imagine Spock’s long fingers stroking deep in his ass, while he sucked Jim’s cock, in rhythm with his probing fingers.

Jim had never made the decision to start stroking his cock, but he could feel the tension building from his efforts. Having no concerns of being discovered by his friend, he gave in to the urge to enjoy this experience more than he had ever been able. His hips begin bucking his cock into his own hands as he kicked his pants away from his feet. He spread his legs wide…

‘Is this how you would want me, Spock, open, exposed, begging to be taken’, Jim thought as he eased his own hand across his sack and down toward his opening. ‘What would you do here? Would those large hands of yours pry and stretch me open, like this?’

“AAHHH!” Jim broke off in the middle of his own thoughts as he screamed aloud and started moaning. His ass was still sensitive from the day’s previous exploration by an overly enthusiastic Andorian rentable man-toy, and as he brought his fingers to his mouth to wet them, he could taste himself.

‘Would you taste me,’ Jim wondered. ‘Would you use your tongue to wet my hole before you slid you cock up it and fucked me?’

Jim screamed again, with force, as his cum shot up onto his chest while he continued to fuck himself with his fingers, and the name he had never dared to even think during his fantasies tumbled from his lips as his shudders and gasps took control of his body…

“Ohhh, Sp-Spock!”

Later that afternoon, Spock laid his hand on the shoulder of his softly crying partner. Dometric was an attaché in the Vulcan Embassy, specifically an apprentice to Spock’s father, Sarek. Like Spock, Dometric was half-Vulcan, half-Human, and knew first hand of the hatred and open discrimination thrown at half-bloods. Being so closely associated with Sarek, he also knew of the pressure Spock was under to mate and produce an heir, pressure that came from the Star Fleet officer’s own father. Sarek had accepted that his son might prefer male partners, but he still expected Spock to accept responsibility and provide and heir. After all, he was the first half-Vulcan, half-Human… A creation that was the result of years of scientific research. His child would also be a first.

When Spock’s first mating with a Vulcan failed, Sarek knew there was a human female waiting in the wings, so to speak. He had presumed his son would follow in his foot steps in at least one path, so he waited for announcement of the bonding with the human, Christine Chapel, Star Fleet medical personnel assigned to the Starship Enterprise. He had now waited for almost 20 years. Last night Sarek and his wife, Amanda, were in attendance as Ms. Chapel became Madame Chapel-Checkov. After the festivities, the Ambassador and his family, including Dometric, returned to the private chambers of the Embassy, at which time Sarek stated simply that he would arrange for Spock’s bonding to occur in twelve months time, to coincide with his next Pon Farr. Amid much protest from his wife, Sarek let it be known that he was inflexible on this issue.

It was after retiring to his quarters in the Star Fleet compound that Spock received a communiqué from Dometric offering his assistance. The only issue with his plan was that in order for it to work, Sarek had to be convinced that Spock was currently involved in a committed, long standing relationship. Memories would have to be created. It was fortunate that his current quarters closely resembled his quarters aboard ship. Dometric suggested using the first time he met Spock as the basis for the creation of the memories. His transport to Earth for service in the Vulcan Embassy had been aboard the Enterprise five years earlier. The interest had been mutual, but the older Vulcan had made it quite clear that because of the younger man’s relation with Sarek, there could be no relationship other than a professional one.

Spock was aware that Dometric had his own agenda; however, it was not in conflict with that which he now felt to be imperative. Spock knew that he could not allow himself to be bonded to a female with the purpose of mating, and that he could not bond with the male his emotional side desired. The logical, Vulcan part of him knew that no matter how strong and hearty James. T. Kirk was, he would never forgive himself for physically harming his dearest friend. He had learned this lesson the painful way. So, he was left with a violated man lying in his bed. A man he truly viewed as little more than a whore.

“I have been summonsed back to the consulate, this morning. I would like for you to stay here, in my quarters. I will arrange for refreshments and provisions for you. There is a bathroom through the door by the dresser. You will find that a hot, soaking bath will relieve much of the pain.” He had moved closer to Dometric’s back and said softly in his ear, “I apologize for this. It is important that you have a memory of the discomfort of a first time, as well as having been… submissive, to my desires. I know that you are in considerable pain. There was no way to avoid it, and it still serve the intended purpose. If your memories are scanned, they will know that there is a sexual relationship between us.” Spock moved away, and studied Dometric for a moment. He had known it would be difficult for the young man to go along with, and truly regretted the pain he had felt necessary to inflict on him.

“You have been bleeding; I will send Nurse Chapel, she will be most-”

“No! I don’t want ANYONE to know about this,” Dometric hissed into his pillow.

“Take a hot bath, eat if you feel up to it, and sleep. The pain will fade over the next few hours; the soreness will fade within the day or so. The injuries will heal within a few days. I will bring a healing and analgesic salve when I return. We can re-evaluate our plans and decisions then.”

“Are you saying we’ll talk when you get back? Am I your toy now? Something you can use however you please, and then just walk away from?”

“No. But we will talk when I get back,” Spock said risking a sad, private smile at Dometric’s trembling back before he got up and left the room. Dometric would have been at a loss to explain why he cried even harder when he heard the transporter activated. He had felt shame while Spock was inside of him, dirty while Spock was lying beside him, but he felt empty now. His psyche ached from the violation of his body.

’Re-evaluate! Like there’s any other choice for me now,’ fumed Dometric. Unable to stop it, the events of the past 12 hours played in his memories.

Spock had remained silent after their lunch in the dining facilities of the compound. He observed Dometric as he completed the final activities of the day. His office was located adjacent to Sarek’s. Spock’s presence would not go unnoticed by his father, in spite of the man’s absence on this day. As the last of the data was filed, Dometric breathed a sigh of relief. A glance at his visitor garnered a nod of approval, and Dometric began gathering his personal effects with an attitude bordering on reverence. Once he had cleaned his work space, Spock broke his silence.

“You have the next two days plus the weekend off from your duties, am I correct?”

A slow nod revealed the nervousness Dometric felt.

“I believe we need to, start creating memories, shall we say.” He had felt a pained amusement as he watched Dometric shiver, swallow, and pale, all within a single heartbeat.

“Yes, I suppose you are correct. Should I come to your rooms here in the Embassy tonight then?”

“No, I have a more private location in mind. But, it is a date, Dometric, the kind that bridges friendship and union.” Spock waited calmly until he observed that the pupils in the young man’s eyes had returned to near normal size before continuing, “Decide where you would like to dine at, but make it in the civilian world so we can be seen.” As another wave of panic washed across Dometric, Spock had decided to try a slightly emotional approach, softening his voice to one he might have used with another, allowing his tone to imply warmth and trust as he discussed the plans for the evening.

Dinner had gone well, and Dometric was surprised at the smoothness and finesse with which Spock guided him through the first tentative touches. He had known his world would change forever once he entered Spock’s Star Fleet quarters. The encouragement had been gentle, almost shy. Somehow, the tenderness had stayed outside the bedroom door.

Dometric lay still in the bed, exactly where he landed when Spock had finally spent himself, and released Dometric’s hips allowing him to fall to the bed. He had seen Spock drink the aphrodisiacal elixir; he had even known what it was, though he hadn’t wanted to dwell on it. Hours later he wondered if he would ever be able to sit again. It had started simple enough, Spock had told him to suck his cock, and he had complied, although somewhat hesitantly. Spock had been truly gifted during his creation, having a beautiful cock that was both thicker and longer than the average Vulcan male; dimensions of which even a Klingon would be proud. In keeping with Vulcan traditions, he was uncircumcised, but his time at Gol had left it’s marks.

He supposed it had not been too bad of an ordeal, once he realized Spock wasn’t going to shove his entire length in and fuck Dometric’s throat instead of just his mouth. He had been, well, humiliated when Spock had taken a handful of his hair and yanked Dometric’s head back, ordering him to open his eyes. He had felt the flush burning his cheeks as he watched Spock masturbate. He had seen the first spurt of cum shoot from the swollen, dark green tip, and held his breath until the hot liquid had stopped landing on his face. He had felt it on his nose, across his closed lips as it ran down the side of his mouth, over his jaw, and dripped onto his shoulder.

At Spock’s instructions he had liked his lips and tasted his intended mate’s seed. ‘Not much different than my own tastes actually,’ Dometric had noted. He had willingly opened his mouth and accepted the flaccid cock a second time, enticing it to its full glory again. The saliva coating his cock was all the lube Dometric’s ass got. Preparations had consisted of one finger twisting in his opening for a couple of strokes. Then he had felt himself split in half. Spock had cum twice buried to the hilt in his ass, Dometric had been aware of that much. The slick spunk had made the strokes more tolerable. There had been no enjoyment in the act, for either of them.

’Re-evaluate! Like it fucking matters,’ Dometric fumed again.

He gingerly eased himself onto his back and then off the bed. He wondered if he would ever feel clean again. He had not expected the man to be so… Dominating. He allowed him self a sardonic laugh at his own foolishness. Spock was a man that had traveled through three different universes, time-traveled so many times it had become common place to him, seen and done things that would never be declassified, taken the life of another more times than Dometric cared to think about, and come back from his own death. Dometric was a virgin, it had been a fool’s error to think he would be able to control and manipulate someone which such experience. Dometric wondered how foolish Sarek to have been based on the same judgment. Did the man’s father truly have such little understanding of the man that was his son? Dometric knew that he needed Spock for his own ends. He had wealth, both political and personal power with connections in every sphere imaginable, and the finest of Vulcan physical features. He was physically and emotionally strong, skilled and trained in numerous mental disciplines as well as fighting disciplines. He was an exemplary specimen of all that was Vulcan. He would provide the protection and social status Dometric desired, the cost was negligible in Dometric’s opinion.

He knew that Spock was correct in saying the pain would pass, though at the moment he was loath to admit it. However, the bath did help, and the food was refreshing; the suite was quite, cool and calm. Dometric had found a luxuriously thick bath robe hanging in the closet, and the furnishings were comfortable so he was not too put out at being confined to the rooms. He really didn’t feel like being very energetic at the moment as his movements still caused twinges of tenderness.

He wandered to the window in boredom. He had only been in the Star Fleet compound once previously. He was curious as to the arrangement of the buildings around the small court yard below. Studying the placement of the windows in the building across from him, he hoped to gain insight to the designers’ goal, but he was distracted when his gaze went beyond the one directly before him. Despite the 40 meters separating them, Dometric could clearly identify one Captain James. T. Kirk going about his morning activities. His mind flashed to the events of the past several hours. He had been fucked by Spock, on a bed in plain view of his Captain’s desk; the room’s lighting had not even been dimmed. At night, the overhead lighting would have served as a spot light for anyone’s viewing… especially if that anyone happened to be directly across from them. Dometric stepped away from the window before Kirk could turn and see him… Not, however, before the Ambassador’s eyes fell on him from the court yard below.

Sarek had witnessed Spock’s departure; he had wanted to speak further with his son on the matter of his mating, but knew from his son’s bearing that he was leaving on an official summons. Deciding to utilize the serenity of the court yard to collect his thoughts, he had selected a bench that afforded a view of his son’s quarters so to better focus his thoughts. His son was quite a formidable debate master and Sarek knew he could never be prepared well enough to guarantee a decisive outcome against Spock. The presence of his own aide in Spock’s quarters was unforeseeable. The fact that he was moving gingerly and apparently clad in a bathing robe was most interesting. The young man would be a suitable mate for his son, but not the preferred choice of male partners. This demanded further consideration and investigation.

TBC
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