The Other Side of the Mirror

By Thomas Schiff and Pasha

"Mr. Spock you are dismissed." Spock looked up at Kirk shocked that his captain would even suggest such a thing at a time like this.

"Captain?" He asked.

"You are dismissed!" Kirk said angrily. "Or would you rather I confine you to the booth on full term?" Spock stood immediately.

"As you wish Captain." He said clearly not amused. He moved off the bridge making his way to his quarters. He opened the door and entered quickly shutting it behind him. He leaned against the door a moment and ran a hand over his bearded mouth.

"Dismissed." Spock thought. "For such an... insignificant matter." Spock was angry to say the least. Maintaining his composure but angry. He looked to the bed and saw that Christine had already fallen asleep. Not that it bothered him, he never had a problem waking her up before. For any reason.

It still amazed him that she came back willingly day after day. Slept in his bed, followed him around almost like a lost puppy hoping for any semblance of affection. He knew she hoped to change him and knew that this would never happen. He has told her this of course, but love is blind.

He moved slowly over to the bed and stared down at her, her blond hair falling over her shoulder fanning slightly on the pillow below her.

As he sat down, his weight on the mattress caused her to stir. She knew she would wake up in his bed and he would be there, watching her. Mentally cursing herself for not waking sooner, Christine opened her eyes. She couldn’t help but smile as she took in his strong, stoic face.

There was none of the Captain’s aggressive rage, or Doctor McCoy’s sullen brooding. Spock’s neutral, Vulcan expression never failed to soothe her. Except now.

His brow was only slightly more furrowed than usual, and his frown only slightly deeper, but she knew something had affected him. She reached a gentle hand up to brush over his shoulder, her voice still heavy with sleep.

“What’s wrong?”

Spock glared at her and stood up to the side of the bed, knowing she would know what he wanted and knew she would do as he wished her to. Even though the command was silent.

She shuffled up to a sitting position, pulling her barely there uniform over her knees, and looked at him closely. Her big grey eyes were full of concern, something she didn’t even show for her own patients.

“Commander Spock…?”

"Don't play stupid Ms. Chapel." Spock said his voice tinted with something.... she couldn't quite place it. She wasn't sure if he was mad, or upset, or sad, she could normally read his well-hidden emotions perfectly, but found that now she could not. This was new to her.

She recoiled noticeably at his reprimand. He wasn’t usually this sharp with her, at least not when she didn’t deserve it. It stung, but she had long since become used to the harsh words of her superior officers. She balled her fists in her lap and let her eyes drop.

“I only wish to help you Commander.”

"Then help me." he said his crotch inches away from her. "You know what I want."

She nodded and knelt up slowly, hands reached out to caress his face. He would be in no mood to talk right now, until had been satisfied. His muscles felt tense under her touch as she reached for the fastenings of his uniform pants. She understood, and didn’t need to hear him snap at her again.

Spock watched her maintaining patience for the moment. Though how long that would hold out he didn't know.

Her progress with his uniform was slow, she loved the way it looked on him and was almost loath to remove it. But the feeling of his skin under her medic’s fingers was too good to resist. She wanted to remind him why she was here.

"Why are you stalling?" Spock asked as she fiddled with his clothing.

Her eyes sank as she continued her work, slipping him out of his pants and jacket and placing a trembling hand over his crotch. Her eyes were full of sadness as she looked at him, questioning.

Spock didn't say anything as his hard cock stood proud against his stomach.

Christine sighed with sad resignation, and dipped her head to take him into his mouth. She had grown accustomed to his length over time. Their first time had been a shock to her, in so many ways, but she loved doing as he wished. Her obedience satisfied him, and that satisfied her.

Spock closed his eyes at the feeling of her lips around him. He loved the way she used her tongue on his shaft.

She didn’t need to ask if he was enjoying it, she didn’t have that same desperate need for congratulation that other Officers’ Women had. It was his subtle reactions that she appreciated most.

Spock shifted slightly, angling himself better for her. He knew what made it easier on her... or more pleasurable for him.

It was easier for Christine to swallow him. She was desperate for him to relax and let her in. If he would finish and rest a while with her, she could find out what had unsettled him… and assist him.

Spock groaned as he she took him in deeper thrusting against her mouth as she moved against him.

His noises always drove her wild, desperate to please and overjoyed that she could make him feel this good. She swept her hair away from her face, resting her trembling hand on his taught thigh.

He locked eyes with her as she moved over him.

A gentle moan escaped her throat and she shuddered. His intense stare could always flip her stomach.

Spock slowly pulled out of her mouth with a slight pop. He looked down at her his facial expression more emotionless then usual. "Lie back." He said simply.

She shut her eyes under his unfeeling gaze, reclining back, leaving herself open, exposed. Tentatively, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, swallowing hard.

Spock climbed on top of her ripping her panties off of her and pushing her skirt to the side. He didn't even warn her as he entered her. She was soaked right through her panties she was so wet for him. As usual.

Her spine arched in a silent scream. Delicate, surgical hands reached for him. No matter how rough he was, it felt so right having him inside her. She couldn’t help but call his name into the silence.

"Shut up." He said. He hated hearing her voice. He found it most... irritating. But he loved playing the games with her, which was the only reason he hadn't given her the booth yet for her constant insolence.

Christine bit her lip, hard. It always bothered him when she talked during this. But she couldn’t help it, she just wanted to moan and scream his name in ecstasy. Her hands grasped at him, grazing her fingers over his heated skin.

Spock grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head. He loomed over her like a fey beast as he glared down at her his thrusts coming in quick even strokes.

Shuddering and whimpering she pushed up against him. She wanted that friction so badly. She had been close all afternoon, every thought of the First Officer sending pleasure through her until she could not stand it any more. It was a pattern that had been in repetition for months now. And every time she awoke in his bed.

The days most treacherous of course were the days he did not come back to his room. Stayed on duty or in the rooms of other women. But she refused to think about that. He was here now. With her.

She could not help herself when she moaned his name again, the heat pouring off their bodies was becoming too much to bear. She needed the release, now more than ever. Just being this close to him was enough to push her to the edge.

She cried out as his thrust picked up their pace slamming into her hard. She heard Spock moan above her and felt his sticky juices fill her. He panted a moment as he continued to leak into her before pulling out of her and rolling onto his back beside her.

A harsh tremble ran through her as she lay, still exposed on the bed. She felt like a live wire still sparking and inwardly begging for more. He had done this before, it was not a surprise… his needs were met and he needed to rest. Her release was unimportant.

His body was noticeably relaxed and his eyes were closed. She would let him sleep. Softening her tense muscles she reached a hand down to touch herself, still so sensitive from his violent thrusting.

She jumped as a hand clasped her wrist before she could begin. "No." Was all he uttered, his eyes not even opening. She knew he was still awake at that moment but did not fight him.

Christine struggled for an instant but knew that if it was not his wish, she would be permitted to do it. With her free hand she tugged her skirt lower and rolled onto her side to watch him rest.

"..."

She wanted to speak, but was unable to formulate her words correctly.

Spock knew she wished to speak to him about what had happened to have put him in such a foul mood, she was wise to keep her mouth shut. But her wisdom was never long lived as far as Spock knew.

Her lip quivered, she had so much she wanted to say, it was only when she lay with him like this, that she could let down her guard if only a little. She risked laying a gentle hand on his bare arm, barely concealed concern in her voice,

“Commander?”

Spock slowly opened his eyes clearly irritated and glared at her almost daring her to continue.

She swallowed and licked her lips, continuing in hesitant tones.

“Is something the matter… Sir?”

Spock rolled his eyes and closed them again. "Yes, you keep talking." He said vexedly.

“Because I am worried about you!”

"You should be more worried about yourself." He said pointing down at the white fluid between her legs without even opening his eyes. He smirked slightly. He had never cum inside of her before today, and had with purpose.

Christine frowned, more to herself than at him and shook her head, pressing her legs together.

“Please don’t avoid my question Commander. You have not returned to your quarters these past three nights…”

She trailed off, she had tried to infuse her words with the same force and coolness she used when addressing patients. It was a vain effort to sound more professional beside the Vulcan.

Spock moved up quickly over her. He put a hand to her wet center pushing the white fluid that had leaked out into her again. "What.... do you want Christine?" He asked clearly angry. "You want me to pour my heart out to you? It won't happen!" He said curling his fingers inside her painfully.

She winced, and bit back a cry of pain. Tears stung at her eyes but she could not look away from him. She could not tell him what she really wanted. Her heart could never be that open with him, he would tear her apart.

He pushed against her harder more painfully. "Well Christine?" He said more than asked. "You wanted something from me, what is it?"

She squeaked, balling her fists in the sheets.

“Please… stop this Commander… it hurts.”

She tried not to sound pathetic, but saying that was better than what her mind wanted to say. Every molecule of her body screamed for him, but the pain was enough to control it.

"Are you going to behave?" He asked curling his fingers again.

She grabbed at his arm and gasped, a tear running down her face.

“Yes Commander! Forgive me...”

"Good." He said simply. He pulled his fingers out of her, taking a bit more of the white fluid onto his finger from her thigh and pushed it into her as well before moving back onto his back.

There was a beep on the communicator. Spock pushed the button. "Yes Captain?"

“Spock, if you could quit rooting your woman for a few minutes we have a situation here that needs addressing. Meet me in my quarters.”

Christine, slumped onto her side, dejected. He would be leaving again. God knows for how long this time.

Spock sighed. "Right away Captain." He said pulling his fingers out of her again. He pulled his clothes on quickly checking over his hair and goatee in the mirror. He didn't even look back at Christine as he exited the room.

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Spock arrived at the captain’s private quarters and pushed the button to be admitted.

The door slid open onto a pitch-black room. None of the Captain’s normal ambient lighting. It seemed that even Marlena had departed for the evening. There was a hiss of the door closing behind the science officer and he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. The Captain’s brash, cocky voice.

“Punctual as always Spock.”

"You wished to see me Captain?" Spock asked not paying attention to the hand on his shoulder.

"Yes... I do want to see you." The lights were slowly raised so Kirk could get a look at his formal First Officer. "And I always get what I want, don't I Spock."

"You do have a pungent to make what you want happen no matter the means." Spock said still not looking at Kirk, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked straightforward.

The Captain’s hand strayed to the neck of his Vulcan ‘friend’. His lips followed. Then his teeth. With a grin he whispered,

“Because you know what happens to people who disobey me, Spock.”

"All too well captain." he said still not responding to what the captain was doing nor was he fighting it.

Almost laughing, Kirk hauled the Vulcan down onto his unmade bed, straddling him and grinning broadly. He knew his rash actions irritated Spock’s logical sensibilities. He also knew Spock was a sadistic mother fucker, who’s concept of ‘pain as discipline’ earned him fear and respect among all his sexual partners.

He bent his back to lay a rough, vicious kiss on his First Officer, still grinning like the arrogant shit he was.

“Well, I want to fuck you Spock. What do you say to that?”

Spock was clearly not amused. "I have no doubt captain that even without my consent you will take what you want. So resistance is futile."

The insufferable grin broadened.

“Right answer! I’ll make a good slave out of you yet.”

Kirk made light work of Spock’s pristine uniform, throwing it an unceremonious heap beside the bed. He enjoyed surveying his second in command, exposed and naked, trying to be dignified and disaffected.

Languidly the Star Ship Captain slid off the bed and padded off to the bathroom, laughing.

“Please, do make yourself comfortable Spock. Its more than you’ll get from me.”

Spock didn't respond as he watched the captain.

It was hard for Kirk not to enjoy himself when he threw the Vulcan into entirely human situations. He stripped himself quickly, and returned to the bed. The half empty tube he grabbed on the way, was only an after-thought. No reason to make his aims any more difficult.

Through his smug, power trip he made an effort to sound like the all-powerful Captain he was.

“Bend over, Spock. If you’re good an obedient I’ll try to be quick.”

"As you wish captain." Spock moved so that his upper body was on the bed bent over the edge.

Kirk slicked himself up, choosing not to prepare his receptacle. Vulcan’s could take extraordinary levels of pain, this would be a walk in the park for Spock. He placed a greasy hand on his partner’s hip and lined himself up.

“Tell me Spock, how many women have you fucked this past week. Nurse Chapel doesn’t look as smug as usual.”

"I didn't keep track captain." he said trying to relax his agitated body.

Pressing against his entrance, but not yet thrusting; Kirk leaned forward, his breath touching the Vulcan’s perfect spine.

“Oh, but that doesn’t sound like you Spock. I know you keep track of everything. How many women you’ve had, how many times you came, how many times they begged for more. How many times they begged you to stop…”

"Just get on with it captain or let me return to my quarters." Spock said, annoyed.

Both broad hands gripped the Vulcan’s slim hips with more force than was intended.

“Does that bother you Mr Spock? Talking about your sex life? Well I am your sex life now. I can fuck you whenever and however I want.”

He pushed forward roughly and sheathed himself inside his First Officer, betraying and deep groan, digging his nails into the pale skin in his grasp. He maintained a level of stillness, however, adjusting himself to the tightness that surrounded him.

“What would you do if I let you go back, Spock? Is your woman still waiting up for you? Do you think she’d wait up all night, hoping you’ll come home and kiss her goodnight?”

Spock's eyes clenched shut as his captained entered him wanting to cry out but didn't. He knew how to hide his pain and didn't want to show him how much this effected him.

Kirk slid almost right out, before slamming back inside the Vulcan, reveling in the sound of smacking skin. He bent right over, so his chest was flush against Spock’s exposed back; his smile pressed close to those green-tinged ears.

“Answer me Spock. I don’t like silent partners. I have so many ways of wiping you out of existence, I’m sure that’s not what you want.”

"You know just as well as I do your threats of elimination are empty. You know, with me as your second in command you have no threat for your title. I have no wish to be captain. Sulu does. You'll have to watch your back more which will take away from you duty and power." Spock grunted quietly as Kirk moved inside him. It burned more than anything he had ever felt and knew that he was bleeding.

Kirk pushed again, the tang of blood only spurring him on.

“Yes, but you also know I am just illogical enough to go through with it one of these days if you keep ignoring my commands.”

Spock didn't say anything almost challenging him.

A harsh hand was wrapped around his cock, pressed against the bed. Whether it was supposed to be arousing or aggressive, even Kirk didn’t know. But he loved the reaction of his First Officer.

Spock shifted slightly trying to elevate the pain.

“Spock, I am trying to have a civil conversation here and you are making is very difficult.”

The Captain’s voice was becoming more strained as he resisted thrusting hard into his struggling subordinate.

"You're getting what you want, what more do you want?"

A dark laugh.

“Oh, so many things I want Spock. Right now I wanna hear you scream."

Spock grunted and Kirk slammed into him but did not scream.

The Captain alternated his thrusts and his heavy strokes, smirking.

“You’ll fuck anything Spock. You just don’t like it when I’m fucking you.”

"No one does." Spock said simply. "Not even your little ungh... Whore... I'm sure at least my cock is enjoyable."

The Captain’s hand made sharp contact with Spock’s slender thigh.

“Bitch.” There was the same mocking tone in Kirk’s voice as before, but tinged with spite. His angle shifted to go harder and deeper into his First Officer. “You’re like a frightened little animal Spock, lashing out at me because you know I could crush you… You love it really.”

"Aye, like I love leprosy." Spock said grunting at the slap.

With another deep thrust and a shuddered groan Kirk pulled out entirely, delivering another sharp slap to his Vulcan partner. With a sneer he said,

“Lie back Spock, your calves must be getting tired. You’ve been constantly insolent and I’m going to put you in your place.”

Spock glared at Kirk clearly not amused. A silent promise of revenge clear in his eyes but did as he was told. For now.

“I know you hate me Spock,” he knelt on either side of his head, looking down on the angry Vulcan. “But you are going to please me before I let you go back to your kept woman…”

He lowered himself onto Spock’s tight mouth.

“Do it. Lick me." Spock's eyes widened in shock as Kirk straddled his face, pushing against his mouth.

Spock turned his face away from the man's anus.

Kirk’s amusement was gone, this was the man who commanded the Enterprise. Who slaughtered thousands of rebels on his very first day. The man who ruled with an iron fist and created fear amongst his officers and crew.

“I said. Do it.”

"No." Spock said refusing to degrade himself to such a level. He turned away fighting against Kirk as Kirk grabbed onto his hair trying to force him into submission.

The Captain’s belt was only a simple reach away. He grabbed a little device and smiled darkly.

“I didn’t want to resort to this, Spock. But you leave me no alternative”

Before the Vulcan could react it was dug into his shoulder and activated.

Spock, despite his mental and physical training on Vulcan, couldn't suppress the cry of pain as his whole body tensed as the agonizer was activated.

Kirk laughed as his partner convulsed beneath him. Leaving the agonizer on slightly longer than he would do with any other officer. When he finally did pull it away he took advantage of Spock’s stunned state and moved back to cover his face.

“I shan’t ask you again Spock.”

Spock tried shoving Kirk off of him but with the odd angle he couldn't get enough leverage on him.

“Would you prefer the agonizer?” The Captain still had it in his grasp. “These are your only options.”

Again he pushed against the Vulcan's face.

Spock felt absolutely disgusted. The mans soft sac hung over his face his anus mere millimeters away from his mouth. He could see Kirk rubbing himself with his hand waiting for Spock to reply. Spock closed his eyes and did something he never thought he'd do. He poked his tongue out and touched it to Kirks puckered hole.

Kirk moaned, his dick in one hand, the agonizer in another. He wasn’t sure what he loved more, the feeling of his First Officer’s tongue or the knowledge that this act was utterly degrading for him.

Spock cringed again as Kirk moved over him trying to push his tongue into him. He was going to get back at Kirk for this, or die trying. This was... beyond anything the man has done to him before. The agonizer moved towards his shoulder and he pushed his tongue into the larger mans ass. It tasted awful. He heard Kirk moan above him felt him move on his face his ass wiggling as if to get him deeper. He could barely breath as the man smothered him.

Kirk wanted to laugh, but his shuddering groans held it back. He was touching himself, pushing with abandon against his ‘friend’. It was difficult to maintain his grip on the metal box in his hand, but he clung to it, like a lifeline, a final trick up his sleeve…

Spock cringed and moved his hands up to Kirk's hips wanting to fight against him but knew it was futile.

After being inside Spock, and the feeling of the Vulcan’s tongue against his entrance was becoming too much. The Captain knew he was close, he gripped himself harder and ground down onto the pliant face below. It wouldn’t be long now.

"Fuck just finish!" Spock said angrily. He reached up and pushed a finger into him finding his prostate quickly. He didn't want to do it but the faster this was over with the faster he could go back to his quarters.

Even through the intense pleasure that was mounting inside, Kirk managed to smirk.

“Language, Mr Spock. What would your mother say…”

The agonizer was charged and dug into the raw flesh with a squeal, sending fresh pain through the Vulcan.

“Ah yeah…” Kirk plunged himself into the open mouth. Driving himself as hard and as deep as he could go as he came in long, hot spurts. “So… good…”

Spock's face turned a deep shade of green as he choked around Kirk his throat contracting around his cock.

But Kirk stayed there as long as he dared, before sitting back on his subordinates chest. His breathing was heavy, a deep blush was spread down his throat and a broad grin plastered over his face.

Spock coughed as Kirk pulled his cock out of his mouth spitting out the fluid as much as he could. He pushed the captain off of him no longer caring about the consequences. Without looking at the captain he quickly put his clothes back on and without even waiting for permission to leave he whipped what was left of the fluid off of his face, some sticking to his goatee and left.

He made his way through the hall, his fists clenched his back hunched slightly. Every person in the hall quickly moved out of the way for him, even Kirks men who usually didn't bother. He made his way to his room quickly. He held the door open.

"Leave." He said to Christine.

"But..." She was about to argue.

"NOW!" Christine jumped. She had never heard him yell before. But there was no way she was leaving. Not when he seemed in so much need of help.

((AN: Oh Christine you stupid stupid girl... when are you going to learn that men won't change... Lol anyway hope you liked and please R&R))