Title: The Mistake
Author: Tyberios
Pairing: S/Komack
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Tyberios@aol.com
Summary: A young Spock has some fun with his
captain.
Notes: This is my first story and it's written in
a language that isn't my
native one. So please be kind with my errors.
Historical Notes: My first idea for a S/Komack
was something in Spocks
early years. This story plays in 2250 when our
Vulcan is a Cadet aboard the
U.S.S.Antares, which is under command of
Captain Komack. It may be shortly
before Komack was promoted to Commodore or
maybe Admiral and before Spock
transferred to the U.S.S.Enterprise.
Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing the characters
and I'm making no profit of
this.
Beta: Kira-nerys and T'Len
The Mistake
"Cadet, I would like you to come to my
office after your shift is over.
Captain
Komack gave him a serious look.
Spock froze in his movement. He knew what
awaited him in one hour, twenty
minutes and thirty-five seconds. He exercised
his tightly practised Vulcan
control to stay as calm as ever. It was already
embarrassing enough to have
the other crewmembers know about his failure,
he didn't need them to know
his feelings, too. He was glad he was nearly
alone in the lab.
He continued cataloguing the samples of the
meteoric stone they had been
collecting over the last two months. He had
started this morning and wasn't
nearly through it, there were three big boxes
still waiting. A human would
have called the work boring and senseless, for Spock
it was inappropriate,
because it left him much time to think.
He pulled the next small box out, putting the
black stone in it under the
microscope. He scanned the image, then he
started a series of complex
readings on the sample and fed the data into a
computer terminal. He needed
forty-two point six minutes for completing the
diagnostic cycle on a
sample.
Some time later he was through with the sample.
He had thirty-eight minutes
of his shift left, not enough for another
probe. He did it to the half,
then tidied up and left the lab five minutes
before the end of shift. He
had no intention of being late.
*
* *
In the corridor outside the lab he met few
crewmen; the men didn't notice
him beyond what was necessary by military
protocol. He made his way through
the narrow, dark corridors.
He reached the captain's office in time and
stopped just out of the
sensor's reach. He pushed the door buzzer. A
few moments later the door
swished open. He stepped in and saluted.
"At ease, Cadet." The man was seated
behind his desk, and holding a pad in
his hand. He gestured at a chair.
"Please sit down."
"Yes, sir." Spock noticed the cool
efficiency of the room. There were no
things lying around, the only personal item was
a holo-pic on the desk.
He had only once before been in this room, when
he was new on the ship. The
captain startled him with his next question.
"Why do you think you are here,
Cadet?" Komack leaned back in his chair. He
was a sturdy man with brown hair and dark blue
eyes. Those eyes were right
now fixing the Vulcan with their intense gaze.
"I am not sure what you are referring to,
sir," said Spock.
"I'm asking you why you think I've ordered
you in my office." Komack laid
down the pad.
Spock suppressed the urge to gulp. He wasn't
prepared for that question. He
didn't know what to answer.
"I assume it is because of my failed
attempt to recalibrate the warp
reactor's configuration," he finally said.
"That is really something I wished to
discuss with you." Komack looked
somewhat friendlier now. "I've got a few
questions on the matter. This is
Lieutenant Karbowski's report about the
incident." He pointed at the pad.
Lieutenant Karbowski was the Chief engineer.
"He said you tried to reconfigure the
reactor. Why?"
"There was a minor malfunction of the
anti-matter injector." Spock started
to answer only to be interrupted by the
captain.
"Why didn't you call for a
technician?" the captain asked skeptically.
"It was the gamma shift. I was alone in
Engineering."
"That I know from the report. Please tell
me why you didn't call for
Lieutenant Kowalski or Lieutenant Smith,"
the captain insisted.
Spock had thought of that much in the last
days. That night, in the machine
room, he had been alone to monitor the engines,
especially the reactor. It
was common practice to let cadets and others of
minor rank watch over the
ship's engines during the night watch.
Normally, there wasn't much to do.
It was mostly sitting around and staring at a
lot of scales and indicators.
It was very seldom something actually happened.
"I thought myself capable of setting the
anti-matter injector back to its
normal mode." Theoretically that was no
problem. Spock knew everything
about warp reactors that one could by having
read the books and having
absolved the academy's many courses on that
theme.
"So you started the reconfiguration
cycle?" the Captain asked.
"No, first I settled back the injection
rate. But the reactor started to
get instable, and so I started the automatic
reconfiguration."
"Why you didn't call anyone before you
started the automatic
reconfiguration?"
"There wasn't time. I had to quickly
prevent the reactor from becoming
unstable."
"But you only called for Lieutenant
Kowalski after the automatic
reconfiguration failed to stabilize the system.
During the configuration
you had lot of time to call for somebody, but
as the reactor went critical,
there were only a few minutes left to prevent
an explosion. A few minutes
are very short if the Chief engineer is
sleeping in his quarters." The
captain gave him a severe gaze. "Did you
call for help before the automatic
alarm started or after it?"
"Before it started, sir."
"Is my assumption correct that you didn't
want to disturb Lieutenant
Kowalski for a maybe minor incident, and so you
tried to set the injector
back by yourself. As that didn't work the way
you hoped you tried to make
up for your former mistake in the setting by
reconfiguring the reactor."
Spock was startled, for the Captain had
essentially read him correctly. He
had feared to disturb the Chief engineer in the
middle of the night for
something that was maybe only a small
irregularity. Kowalski was known to
get mad when called for at night, especially by
some cadet or ensign who
was overly eager, and panicked by the slightest
fluctuation of the reactor.
Only a month ago another cadet had done just
that and the Chief engineer
had been mad and let the cadet know it.
Spock knew he should have called for Kowalski
at the first irregularity of
the injector, but that night it had been
obvious only after the reactor got
unstable.
"You are quite correct, sir,"
admitted Spock.
"And now you're expecting me to read you
the riot act, aren't you?"
Unexpectedly, the captain smiled at him.
"Lieutenant Kowalski has done that
already, there is no need for me to tell you
things you've already been
told. I wish to reassure you, Cadet. Everyone
makes mistakes sometimes; it'
s true you should've called for help the moment
the indicator went up. You'
ve endangered all our lives, but I'm sure
you've learned your lesson."
*
* *
Komack had a discussion about the matter with
Kowalski and decided there
was no
reason to punish the cadet. Kowalski told him
he had already told the
Vulcan quite clearly what he thought about the
incident.
Now the Cadet needed some reassurance, for he
was blaming himself. Komack
knew that out of his own experience; once he
has been a young cadet, too.
And he had made mistakes, as well. His
commanding officer had gone really
mad and yelled at him for days. It had been
horrible for him, for he had
been punished enough by his own guilt.
*
* *
Spock was puzzled. He hadn't expected the
captain to be understanding and
gentle. And there was something standing in the
room. He looked at Komack.
The deep blue eyes held a soft expression.
"Cadet.Spock," he corrected in
afterthought, "let me tell you something. It
's not bad if you make a mistake, if you do it
only once. You should learn
from this incident not to hesitate if you need
help."
Komack stood up and walked around the desk. He
stopped behind Spock's chair
and put his hands on the backrest. Spock tensed
visibly. He didn't know
what was happening, for the captain was acting
in a strange way. Or, he
could think of something that was happening,
but he couldn't actually
believe it.
"Spock, I won't make a note in your
personal file. Just remember what you'
ve done wrong, so you won't do it again."
Accidentally his hand brushed the
Vulcan's hot shoulder.
Spock held his breath. Could it really be? Or
was he misinterpreting the
situation? Maybe the Captain desired him, but
he wasn't certain. He wasn't
even absolutely certain about what he wanted.
Perturbed, he sat absolutely
still and waited.
*
* *
Komack rested both hands on the thin shoulders
before him. He felt the
desire rising in him. The young Cadet was so
very beautiful.
"Captain?" asked Spock carefully.
"Call me John," said Komack softly.
He stepped nearer and started stroking
Spock's neck.
Spock was sure he wasn't misinterpreting
anything, but now he was in the
situation to make a decision before it was too
late. He could leave now
without much embarrassment for both or stay.
But if he stayed it was a
clear - yes - without the possibility for
retreat. The cool fingers felt
surprisingly and un-Vulcanly good. He made a
decision.
Komack waited for a reaction. He didn't want to
rush Spock or embarrass him
by sexually assaulting him.
Spock looked up at the standing man. They
nearly touched. Slowly, Komack
bent down and kissed him on the lips.
After long seconds they parted. Slowly, Spock
stood up; their gazes met.
Somehow Komack couldn't believe this was
actually happening. He had members
of his crew before, but when taking Command of
the U.S.S. Antares he had
sworn by himself never to do it again. There
were strict regulations
against it; fraternization between ranks was
forbidden. It could shatter
the entire authority system aboard a ship.
Once in the past there had nearly been a
scandal; he had an affair with a
rather indiscrete nurse. But now he was sure
there was no danger for
gossip. Vulcans were known to be very private
and discrete, weren't they?
He looked at the young Cadet, standing unmoving
before him, his gaze raked
over the delicious body and stopped by the
dark, mysterious eyes. Desire
was burning in them.
The Vulcan leaned close for a second kiss.
First, their lips touched
softly, then they started exploring each
other's mouths. Komack's arms
pulled Spock tightly against him.
With part of his mind Spock was analyzing the
situation and his own
motivations and desires. He had considered
leaving, but decided against it,
driven by a sudden illogical urge. He admitted
to himself that he wanted
it, wanted to feel the simple, overwhelming
sensations of the physical. He
wanted to do something terribly un-Vulcan, as
he had already done a few
times since he had left Vulcan. Those moments
had been filled with pure and
nearly unknown joy. He had felt free then, free
from his father's demands
to do just that never and free from his own
uncertainty about what he
wanted. It was good to him to live out his
normally deep buried emotions on
some rare occasions.
And his captain was certainly an attractive
man. He felt a simple physical
attraction toward the Human.
He felt the captain's hands raking over his
back, gripping his ass. He
sucked and bit his neck, driven by strong
desire. The human's breathing
became ragged, he was radiating sheer
sexuality. Spock felt a hard powerful
cock pressed against him.
He himself was aroused, too, but it wasn't that
wild, crazy desire that
seemed to have gripped the captain. Suddenly he
remembered what a girl had
once told him about feeling endangered and
dominated when the man's arousal
and wanting became that obvious, and at the
same time wanting nothing more
than to experience that raking desire. Now, he
understood it.
*
* *
Komack was nearly overwhelmed by his desire,
all doubts gone. There was
something damn enticing about that Vulcan. As he
rubbed himself more
closely against the young man, he felt a
tightening in the other's body.
"What's up, Spock? Are you afraid?"
he whispered softly in a delicately
pointed ear. He licked over the tip, nibbled at
the earlobe.
Spock groaned as the cool tongue explored his
ear gently. A hand sneaked
between their tightly pressed bodies and rubbed
against his groin.
"You're so beautiful, Spock,"
whispered Komack breathlessly. "I want you so
much."
His other hand massaged the Vulcan's tight
little ass.
Now, Spock started to explore the cool, male
body of his captain. The human
was strongly built and felt soft and hard at
once.
They explored each other's bodies thoroughly
and tugged at their uniforms,
wanting to feel naked flesh. Finally, Komack
started to speak.
"Let's get into bed." He stepped back
from the object of his desire and
they made their way to the adjacent bedroom
with the narrow Starfleet
regulation bunk in it.
Relishing and wanting, he started to disrobe
Spock. Soon the Vulcan stood
quite naked before him; Komack's desire for
that beautiful body quickened.
He ran his hands over the slender, delicately
built torso, following the
line of hair that ran over chest and belly down
to the pubic area. Spock
was breathing heavily now and trembled slightly
under the delightful
assault.
The Human's hands touched his already hard
cock, manipulating it
skillfully. He groaned and grabbed his
shoulders for support. Komack sat
down on the mattress and pulled Spock with him
to stand before him.
The captain touched him again, stroked his cock
and cradled his balls. It
felt wonderful, desire burned through his
veins. Again he grabbed the
captain's shoulders. He gasped as a cool mouth
settled down on his cock and
sucked him skillfully. Automatically his hand
settled on the back of the
other's head to keep him in place.
*
* *
All too soon that wet, delightful mouth left
him. First, he held the
captain's head firmly in place, but then he
seemed to remember good manners
and let him go.
Komack grabbed his narrow waist and pushed him
down on the bed, he was
gentle, but it was clear that he was in
command. Spock submitted willingly,
he was so excited that he would have done
everything Komack wanted.
Unconsciously he licked his lips in
anticipation as the captain hastily
unclothed himself. His eyes scanned the strong,
tanned body and the thick,
hard cock that was leaking with pre-cum.
"I want to fuck you." Komack's voice
was rough with desire. "Please, Spock,
let me make love to you."
"Yes, I want you."
In a second, they were both on the bed. They
struggled a bit as they tried
to get into position. Finally Spock kneeled
with his hips high in the air,
presenting his ass to the other. Komack kneeled
behind him.
Komack's hands roamed over the slender back
down to the buttocks. Keeping
himself tightly in control he touched gently.
Equally gently he licked and
sucked over the exposed buttocks, making his
way to the cleft between it
and the little greenish opening.
He licked over the puckered flesh and was
rewarded with a sharp gasp from
the Vulcan. Slowly and savoringly he insinuated
his tongue into the hot
asshole. The body under him trembled and
tightened. Spock groaned with
protest as Komack's mouth left him.
But Komack only reached for the bedside table
to get a jar of lube. He
coated his cock with it and put a generous
amount of it on his fingers.
Spock nearly jumped as cool, slick fingers
touched his anus.
"Shh, relax." Said Komack
reassuringly and put his left hand on the small
of the Vulcan's back.
With his right hand he stroked the cleft of the
ass, his fingers playing
around the seductive hole, teasing it. Then one
finger slid inside, gently
dilating the opening and preparing it for
more.
Spock gasped as the finger stroked that hidden
spot inside him. He nearly
exploded at the touch. His cock was now
painfully hard and leaking with
pre-cum. He wanted to feel the other's cock
deeply inside him.
Komack inserted a second finger and stretched the
tight opening further. He
had difficulty controlling himself, he wanted
to plunge deeply into the
enticing body.
"I want to feel you, please!" hissed
Spock into the cushion he was leaning
on.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Komack
asked playfully and wriggled his
fingers.
"Yes, Captain."
That finished his control and he pulled his
fingers out and centered his
cock to the opening. His hands grabbed the
Vulcan's hips as he gently
pushed. Spock made a moaning sound as the tip
of the cock slid inside his
body.
"Have I hurt you, Spock?" came an
inquiry.
"No, it does feel wonderful. Go on!"
Turned on by the words, Komack pushed in slowly
but steadily. Ah, it felt
so good! He desperately wanted to feel more and
plunged the last inches in.
Spock made a somewhat incoherent sound. There
was some pain now and he
willed himself to relax completely. Suddenly
there was the captain's hand
on his straining cock, stroking him slowly and
rhythmically. Quickly they
settled into a satisfying rhythm and moved in
unison.
Spock braced himself against the Human's strong
trusts. It was pure
ecstasy. The cock stroked his prostate gland
and stretched him pleasurably.
But Komack didn't last long, it was too intense
to feel his cock sheathed
in that tight, hot channel. He climaxed
powerfully, crying out in relief.
His skilled hands brought Spock over the edge,
too. He sagged against the
Vulcan and slowly regained his breath.
*
* *
They lay some time unmoving on the bed, then
Komack pulled his cock out and
rolled off the other's body. He studied the
Vulcan's soft, sleepy
expression. He tensed as the hot body curled
against his. They rested this
way for nearly half an hour.
"Come on, let's get up," said Komack
and extricated himself from Spock's
grip. He didn't want to let the beautiful young
man go, but it was time.
Spock felt much like his captain. He didn't
want to go to his lonely
quarters. But it was time, so he slowly got up
and began to clothe himself.
Komack sat naked on the edge of the bed and
looked at the Vulcan.
They didn't know what to say and so Spock left
silently.
Seemingly calm as ever, he went back to his
quarters. But deep inside he
knew he would never look at his captain the
same way as before. This day
had changed everything.
End