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