Second Place Kirk/Spock (four-way tie)
Treasure Hunt
T'Len
2000
Series. TOS
Rating: NC-17
Codes: K/S
Note: This was written for the KiSCon Contest-zine 2001. For more information about that see: http://www.beyonddreamspress.com/
Feedback: tlen11@freenet.de
Beta reader: Thanks to T’Boy, who did the beta for this
years ago. For all remaining errors, blame me.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story don’t belong to
me. I only borrowed them for some fun. No moneymaking, no violation of
copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction. If you
are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with this topic, then
look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so
please be patient with my mistakes.
The scene seemed to be idyllic.
Palms swayed slowly in the wind. The sun was warming blue water and golden
sand. An exotic bird lilted his song. Two nearly naked figures rested lazily on
towels. The sun had already tanned their skin. Both were deeply absorbed by
their literature.
Jim Kirk sighed and clapped
his book shut. His fingers traced lovingly over the title written in gold
letters on the leather cover. The old edition of "Treasure Island" by
Robert Louis Stevenson had been Spock's birthday present to him.
Hearing the human's sound
Spock lay his data padd aside and looked questioningly on his companion. As Jim
saw Spock's arched eyebrow he shrugged his shoulders and tried to explain.
"I was just envious of those old times. Sometimes I wish I would have
lived then."
A second brow rose to new
heights. "Why should one desire to live then? Those times were anything
but pleasant. Less cleanliness with an accompanying ratio of disease, high
incidences of starvation and malnutrition, greatly decreased life expectancy,
and so on."
"Yeah, but there were
also adventures. A man could discover new frontiers, unknown islands or the
wild west of northern America for example." Another envious sigh escaped
Jim's mouth.
"Jim I would say our
lives were also full of adventures and discoveries."
"But that's in our past,
Spock. Look at what are we now. A deskbound admiral and a teacher at the
academy. I miss our old life, Spock. I miss the ship and our friends and all
the adventures. I even miss our old holidays. Then we were used to having fun
on Wrigley's or Argelius. Now we are lying on a safe and sandy beach of
Kauai."
Jim quickly added, as he saw
the slight but unmistakable shadow of disappointment on Spock's face,
"Don't get me wrong, I love being here with you. But I'm so bored from
just resting in the sand and reading old books. And we are only here for three
days. I need some distraction"
Spock thought for a moment
then rose up from his towel and extended his hand to Jim. "Would you like
me to distract you for awhile?"
The mischievous glimmer in
dark Vulcan eyes let Jim guess what sort of
distraction Spock had in mind, and he rose eagerly to his feet.
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"Oh God, Spock, you're
the best medicine against boredom." Jim moaned as hot Vulcan lips and
hands traveled down his body and set his whole being on fire.
Eagerly he pushed Spock's
head further down until a green-hued tongue licked around the head of his
engorged cock. "More Spock, please." Jim pleaded.
He didn't have to ask twice.
Spock's lips closed over his penis and as his organ was completely engulfed by
the hot mouth Jim moaned again. "Yes, that's ... incredible."
He twisted his hands in
Spock's dark hair and pushed his cock deeper in the sucking wetness. He could
never get enough of Spock and their lovemaking, not in this way, not in other
ways. But all too soon it was too much to bear and he came, spurting his seed
into an eagerly drinking mouth.
Spock let Jim's limp penis
slip out, and slid up to cover Jim's mouth with a hot kiss. Delighted, Jim
tasted his own seed. As he felt Spock's hardness rubbing against his thighs his
legs automatically parted further. And he could feel his cock springing to life
again.
As they broke away for air
Jim whispered in a pointed ear: "I want to feel you inside me. Take me,
please."
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Satisfied from their
lovemaking Jim stretched lazily beside Spock on the double bed. His gaze
traveled through the sleeping room in their rented beach cabin and finally to
the old chest in one corner which served as a table for some exotic plants.
"I've wondered since our arrival if there could be something inside. It's
look like an old pirate chest."
Curious, Jim went to his feet
and examined the furniture closer. When he
saw that the lock was open, he
placed the plants aside and pushed the lid up and gazed inside.
"Spock!" Jim's cry
couldn't hide his surprise as he drew a piece of paper into the light.
"That looks like an old treasure map. Do you think there could
be some old pirate treasure
somewhere nearby, hidden for hundreds of years?
Think of it, Spock. Imagine
the gold and silver, possibly even gemstones!"
Any boredom was forgotten.
Now Jim Kirk became not only the
adventurous Starfleet captain but also a curious child again. There was a mystery
to solve and he was the man for the task. "Oh please, Spock, say you'll
help me with this. Let's examine the map, see if we can decode it."
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Half an hour later they were
on a treasure hunt, equipped with a spade and the map. To Jim's sheer delight
it didn't take them long to decode the symbols and find the right direction.
Soon he was sure that the sand beneath the old Banyan tree behind the next bay
was the right place to dig.
Eagerly he went to his task,
declining every offer of help from Spock. Jim was so absorbed in his adventure
that he didn't stop to wonder why the soil was too loose or the treasure chest
was hidden too near the surface for be an authentic piece of antiquity.
Soon the chest was freed and
closely observed from all sides. Unfortunately this lock was closed. Jim
registered it with frustration. "Shit." He groaned. "We should
have brought a phaser with us or some corrosive acid to open the lock."
"I suggest you try
this." With an inexpressive face Spock presented a key out of his trousers
pocket.
'Jim looked at the key, then
up at Spock. "What the...?"
What was his mysterious Vulcan up to now? "I suppose we should find
out if this fits, then." he said, a small grin tugging at the corners of
his mouth. The key indeed fit easily in the lock. The lid sprang open, but instead of old treasure, a little velvet
box came into view.
Jim took it in his hand and
opened it. His face grew solemn as he saw the contents: A small platinum ring,
a Vulcan bonding bracelet and a handwritten card on which he spotted Spock's
character immediately. Jim glanced at the Vulcan who still observed him with
dark unreadable eyes.
Jim read aloud. "Jim, I
love thee. Would thee give me the honor to marry me in the tradition of your
world and to bond with me in the tradition of my world."
Jim's eyes grew wide as he
raised them to gaze at his companion. "Spock." He stammered.
"When have you done this? I mean ... how? I'm speechless. I never expected
this. I don't know what to say."
The Vulcan features still
remained impassive. "Last night as you slept soundlessly I arranged
everything. I planned to propose to you in some way which humans would consider
romantic before our holiday started. I read that this tradition is still very
highly recommended. When I saw our sleeping room I knew sooner or later you
would be curious enough to observe the contents of the chest. And I knew you
would love some sort of adventure, so the plan of the treasure hunt was formed.
As for your answer, there are only two possibilities, Jim: Yes or no."
"Yes, yes, of course
yes. Don't even think of no." Jim flung his arms around Spock's neck and
kissed him deeply. Then he backed away looking honestly in Spock's eyes.
"I love you, Spock. You're my true treasure."
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