Fic: The Continuing Education of Syvek Leonard Kirk, 1/3
Title: The Continuing Education of Syvek Leonard Kirk, 1/3
Author: brown_polyester
Universe/Series: TOS
Rating: NC-17 (at times)
Relationship Status: Slash, Established (Establishing) Relationship
Word Count: 3,301, this part
Genre: Humor, Fluff, Romance
Tropes: kidfic
Warnings: None
Additional Pairings: Bones/OFC/OFC mentioned
Summary: More events in the life of Syvek Kirk and his parents, Jim and Spock. Sequel to Adventures in Vulcan Potty Training
Disclaimer: I tried, but my bank account is too small.
Author Notes: A/N: Just so y’all know, I decided that in my universe, they had a second five-year mission right after the first. I guess Kirk refused a promotion after five years as a captain or something. I just want Syvek to grow up on a ship with all our favorite Trek characters.
Two days old
“Jim, please refrain from allowing your destructive emotions to run unchecked while you are in contact with Syvek’s skin.”
Kirk turned to glare at Spock. “Destructive… emotions…” he repeated slowly, tone cold and deathly calm. His eyes flashed dangerously as he placed their crying, diaper-clad son back in his bouncer seat and tucked a blanket around him. “To what ‘destructive emotions…’ are you referring?”
Spock raised an eyebrow. “I was merely referring to your quite obvious apprehension. When you are in skin-to-skin contact with a touch telepath, your emotional state can transfer to the telepath.” Kirk’s countenance was unchanged, though Spock was unsure as to why.
“What are you trying to say?”
“Perhaps,” he offered, “you should clothe yourself.”
Kirk looked down at his bare chest, allowing himself a moment of smug pride at its smoothness. “Since when has my nudity upset you?” His tone was still icy.
Spock felt his face grow hotter. “My suggestion is not intended to imply a lack of satisfaction with or appreciation of your aesthetically pleasing person,” and damn, he wouldn’t have said that a week ago, “but rather to propose a lessening of skin contact.”
“If you’re so calm, why don’t you give him a bath? You’re the goddamned Father of the Year!”
Syvek wailed louder, presumably disturbed by Kirk’s increasing volume.
“I will again request that you cease using such terminology when you are near our son, Captain.” The frost in his voice was even more pronounced than it had been in Kirk’s words seconds before.
Kirk’s eyes narrowed dangerously, but he took several deep, calming breaths before he next spoke. “Spock, I apologize for my harsh words, but I implore you to attempt to understand my nervousness. I find this task daunting, and I would appreciate your support.” He broke eye contact and went to their son, who sat hiccupping in his seat on the countertop. Running a soothing finger down the round cheek, he murmured affectionately, “I am sorry, Syvek. Please don’t cry.” He picked him up and held him close.
Something broke inside Spock, and he went to his family. Stepping up to Kirk so that Syvek, still breathing shuddering breaths as he felt his parents’ calm wash over him, was between them, Spock wrapped a hand around the back of Kirk’s neck and drew him close for a tender kiss.
“I, too, apologize, and I admit that my agitation with you is misdirected irritation with myself at my own fears and insecurities regarding the proper care of our baby. Please do not interpret it as a lack of confidence in your own abilities. I have the utmost faith in your ability to provide nurturing of both a physical and an emotional nature.”
“Good God, Spock,” Kirk breathed with his eyes closed. “Whoever said that Vulcans aren’t compassionate or romantic was full of sh-… uh, full of… was wrong.” He let his lips graze Spock’s once before pulling away and saying, “Let’s do this together.”
Eight days old
“Ok, Spock,” Kirk started, as he reentered their quarters after putting Syvek down for a nap, “he’s asleep. For the first time in eight days, I don’t feel as if I’m about to keel over with exhaustion, and neither of us is required to report for duty for the remainder of the day. I demand that you show me your retractable penis. Now.”
Spock raised an eyebrow, watching Kirk saunter across the room toward the desk where he was seated. “Is that an order?”
“Does it need to be?” Kirk retorted. He leaned across the desk and kissed Spock on the tip of his nose. “You gonna strip, or do I have to do it for you?”
“Jim, I am nearly finished reviewing the daily reports of the Science Department crew. I request that you delay your quest for sexual gratification for 6.39 minutes.”
“Pfft. I guess that’s the latter option.” He rounded the desk and dropped to his knees.
Although Spock was determined not to react, the hands at his belt buckle started to affect him. Kirk was nuzzling his inner thigh, and he could feel hot breath warming the skin under his trousers.
“Jim,” he groaned. After clearing his throat, he tried again. “Jim.” Much better. “I ask that you please cease your actions. A continuation will only serve to increase the amount of time I require to complete the review of these reports.”
Despite the use of professional terms, Kirk heard a slight waver in his tone. It wasn’t much, but it let him know that he wasn’t doing anything to which Spock did not consent. Therefore, his response was to open Spock’s pants as quickly as possible and yank them down to his knees.
“I’m afraid that stopping is quite out of the question, Mr. Spock. You see, the baby could wake up at any time, and I really need to examine you. I’ve been sleeping beside you for over a week, and we haven’t had any sexual contact since that day on Ganymede Zeus.”
He pulled at Spock’s briefs, expecting to see a larger version of Syvek’s penile orifice, but that was not the case. Instead, he found himself face to face with Spock’s erection. “Uh… retractable?” He looked up at Spock, meeting a formal and tense façade.
“If you would refrain from touching my person before removing my clothing, you would be able to view my penis in its relaxed state.”
Kirk’s grin took up his entire face. “You’re going to give me an inflated ego.”
“James Kirk with an ego? I can scarcely imagine such a mythical creature,” Spock replied dryly.
Unable to come up with a quick response and unwilling to take much time, Kirk decided to end the conversation by running his tongue from the base of Spock’s penis to the tip.
There were several interesting characteristics he observed in this erection that differed from his own. Of course, it was green. (Obviously, a concentration of blood in any bodily extremity would affect the coloration of that extremity.) Kirk was somewhat surprised at the shade of green. It was really quite unattractive, sort of a pukey-green color.
“Jim, you realize that Vulcans are touch telepaths, no?” He nodded. “Do you realize you are touching me?”
Kirk snorted. “Uh, yeah?” He gave a slight tug on Spock’s erection to illustrate the obvious.
“You are in contact with a touch telepath, and your current emotions seem to be centered on a general dislike, which I can only assume is aimed at my genitalia.”
“No! It’s not "dislike" of your dick! It’s the color. That’s not really what I would consider to be an especially pleasing shade of green. I figured it’d be closer in color to your blood than to… baby poop.”
Spock stood, reports now forgotten, and pulled Jim up before guiding him to the bed. He removed the remainder of his clothing before attacking Kirk’s. When both were naked, Spock straddled Kirk’s thighs and gave his erection a single stroke. “And yours?” he questioned.
“Huh?” Kirk asked dumbly while his eyes rolled back in his head.
“Describe its color.”
“It’s, ah, dark reddish?”
“Oxygenated human blood is red, and deoxygenated is dark red. Any amount of either shade mixed with the other results in what most humans consider a generally pleasing color. Oxygenated Vulcan blood is green; deoxygenated is orange. Humans tend to find a mixture of these two colors unpleasant.”
Kirk’s hips were thrusting in time with Spock’s maddeningly light caresses of two fingers on his erection. He reached out his hand and grasped Spock’s neglected cock, and he was rewarded with a whine from deep within Spock’s throat.
“Well, color preferences aside,” Kirk panted, “I find your dick most pleasing.”
“I am… gratified… to hear that…”
“I want to suck you off,” Kirk rasped.
“Pardon?” asked Spock, stalling in his movements. Kirk took the opportunity to roll them over and slide down Spock’s body.
“I’m going to suck your cock until you get off.” The tip of his tongue drew a thin line around Spock’s corona.
Spock inhaled, shuddering breath belying his cool tone when he said, “I am afraid,” there was a gasp and then, “I do not understand your colloquial speech.”
Sighing, Kirk withdrew his tongue and settled for nuzzling the warm flesh with his nose and check. Spock savored the sensation of his lover’s 1700-hour-shadow prickling his sensitive skin.
“Ok, I am going to orally stimulate your genitals until you achieve orgasm.” And with that, he slid his mouth over the end of Spock’s smooth erection.
“Oh,” Spock breathe-groaned.
Kirk continued his examination of Spock’s body. His penis was slightly shorter than Kirk’s own and a bit thinner. Because Vulcan body temperature was 91° Fahrenheit, he’d expected the erection in his mouth to feel colder than it did, but as he considered the warmth, he realized that the fact that Spock’s penis was usually stored within his body meant that it made sense for it to be warmer than a human’s, which was external.
Perhaps the internal storage also accounted for the incredible softness of the skin. There was no friction, or “undue stimulation,” as Spock had put it, within the body, at least nothing like what his human penis encountered, coming into contact with underwear, trousers, sheets… depending on the occasion.
Its shape was nearly identical to a human’s, though there was no foreskin. There was still a distinct head and ridge, as well as an orifice through which urine and semen were expelled (hopefully not at the same time).
“The ‘head,’ as you term it, is an evolutionary characteristic. The so-called ‘ridge,’ or corona glandis, has been observed to scoop out semen that is already within a vagina. Thus the male who is the last to copulate with a woman in a multiple partner situation has the greatest chance of fertilizing his female partner.”
Mouth wide open, disbelieving eyes in a similar shape, Kirk blinked. “Good to know.” With a slight shake of his head, he went back to work.
He dragged his closed lips up and down Spock’s erection, exhaling hot breath through his nose. From the base, he ran the rough, flat part of his tongue along the underside. When he reached the tip, he slid his mouth around the erection and took in as much as he could, then wrapped his fingers around the rest.
At the head of the bed, Spock’s breathing started to stutter. Kirk swallowed around his mouthful, and a small noise escaped Spock, a cross between a whine and a hum. Kirk hummed happily, proud of himself for eliciting even that tiny reaction from the super-Vulcan man below him. His fingers began to squeeze the base of Spock’s dick rhythmically, and he used the back of his tongue to tease the head. Out of the corners of his eyes, he saw Spock’s knees bend, muscles clenching with tension. When Spock’s toes curled, Kirk delivered the coups de grace. The thumb on his free hand reached down from its position on Spock’s thigh to caress his balls. Only…
Surprised, he released Spock’s erection from both his hand and his mouth. Spock’s eyes flew open, clouded with lust and confusion, and he expelled his breath in a loud burst that ended with an angry groan. He fixed Kirk with a glare that would’ve killed a lesser man, demanding an explanation.
“Where’re your balls!?” cried Kirk, distressed.
Spock closed his eyes to gather his wits. After a few moments of heavy breathing, he growled, “Inside,” before grabbing Kirk by his shoulders and pulling him back down to his throbbing penis.
Kirk wrapped his lips around Spock’s erection once again and hummed in amusement at Spock’s frantic reaction. The vibrations from the hum were enough to tip Spock over the edge. He bucked his hips wildly, and no amount of strength Kirk employed to hold them down was enough. Kirk backed off, removing his mouth to prevent gagging and replacing it with both hands. He pulled on Spock’s cock, coaxing up, up, up, switching hands when one reached the end. An added twist at the tip had Spock crying out, “Jim!” and stilling all movement, as if his body couldn’t maintain the level of energy it needed to orgasm and thrust his hips.
Finally, after nearly one full minute, Spock collapsed on the bed, breathing as if he’d just spent his entire life running. Every few seconds, his body would shudder through an aftershock.
“Holy hell,” Kirk whispered, and Spock’s eyes opened just enough to see Kirk’s face. “Do all Vulcan orgasms last that long?”
“I have no basis of comparison.”
Brown eyes closed again. His entire face, his whole body was relaxed. He looked completely sated. He looked good enough to eat. Again. Kirk touched his finger to a warm spot of come that had landed on Spock’s stomach then touched it to his tongue, testing the flavor. It wasn’t delicious (it was come, after all), but the taste was very slight. It was acceptable.
“Maybe,” he started, silently enjoying the husky sound of his own voice, “I’ll swallow next time. If you can control your hips, that is.”
“Control of my physical body was not foremost in my mind at the time of climax.”
“No?” Kirk asked, amused. “What was?”
He inhaled deeply and sighed, “Nothing.”
Kirk moved up to plaster himself along Spock’s side and placed his lips by Spock’s ear. “Here’s something to occupy your thoughts,” he purred as he undulated his hips to press his erection against Spock’s side just above his hip.
A low grunt escaped Spock’s throat just as… a loud cry penetrated the air.
“No!” Kirk cried in dismay. He faked a solo into the pillow when Spock rolled out from under him. “Get back here! Let him cry for a few minutes. I promise that’s all the time it’ll take.” His vow was punctuated by a shallow thrust against their mattress.
“As I understood it,” Spock began, pulling on his pants over the briefs he had already donned, “the purpose of this exercise was for you to familiarize yourself with my sexual physiology, not for your own gratification. Perhaps you should be clearer in the future or maybe even heed my initial protests. Then I might be more likely to reciprocate your actions.” With that, he started toward Syvek’s room.
But before he could make it through the bathroom, he heard Kirk yell, “Cocktease!”
One month, one day old
Spock stood beside the biobed in sickbay with a hand resting on Kirk’s shoulder. Syvek, resting in Kirk’s arms, was happily gumming a warm human finger, causing drool to fall in heavy strands down his chin.
“Well, hello, Syvek!” McCoy greeted as he stepped up to the exam bed. “Jim, Spock, how are things?”
“Pretty good,” Kirk answered. “He’s sleeping a lot better now, so Spock and I have finally been able to spend some quality time together… Naked.”
“Jim!” Spock cried.
“Good God, man,” McCoy groaned. “Please spare me the insights to your personal life. I just want to know about the kid.”
He smirked at the annoyed look on Bones’s face and the admonishment on Spock’s. “All right, just the kid.”
“First thing I want to do is weigh and measure him. I’ve been in touch with Spock’s mother, and she has provided me with copies of his developmental records. It is my hope that Spock’s developmental pace will serve as a better comparison to Syvek’s than that of a full-blooded human or Vulcan.”
“That is surprisingly logical of you, Doctor.” Spock almost sounded impressed.
Kirk was amused when Bones seemed embarrassed by Spock’s praise, and he held out the infant when McCoy gestured for him. He and Spock watched as the doctor weighed and measured their son, finally announcing that he seemed to be slightly above average for a Vulcan, significantly below average for a human, and “just about right for a green-blooded Kirk-goblin.”
Bones updated the infant’s immunizations, which took a lot longer with a baby who’d be growing up all across the galaxy than it would have on Earth. He examined the belly button to see that the umbilical cord had fallen off and to check for any signs of infection. Syvek’s eyes and ears were next, and McCoy announced that they were developing normally.
He handed the infant back to Kirk and smiled to himself when Spock was drawn even closer to his captain. “Okay, you might want to have a seat now, Spock,” McCoy said, pulling up a chair of his own. “It’s question time.”
He asked a number of questions about how Syvek was sleeping and for how long, about his eating habits, about his behavior, and about his development. He needed to know if Syvek was getting tummy time and whether or not he was able to hold up his head. After several minutes of questions, he allowed the men to ask questions of their own.
“Is he telepathic?” Kirk asked.
Spock tilted his head and looked at him. “Jim, you know that he can sense our emotions. Certainly you recall how affected he has been in the past by our own levels of stress.”
“Well, okay, but what does he feel from us? I mean, does he feel exactly what we feel?” There was a tension underlying Kirk’s casual queries, but Bones was unable to identify its source. Kirk seemed to want to ask a doorknob question.
“I can tell you that his vision has improved vastly since birth. Newborns have fairly fuzzy vision because they haven’t learned how to focus their eyes. Now instead of just light, shapes, and movement, he can see things that are further away. For example, a month ago he would’ve been able to make out some of the details of your face, Jim, but now he can see my beautiful smile.” McCoy shot a quick frown at Kirk, who had snorted at his last comment. “I imagine that his telepathic abilities are developing in a similar way. As a newborn, he could feel general impressions of positive or negative emotions, but he is now starting to identify some nuances between things such as fear and anger.”
Spock’s eyebrows rose. “I am surprised by your insights, Doctor McCoy. You seem to have studied Vulcan development.”
Bones scowled. “Of course I did, Spock! I have a new patient whose biological development differs from that of my other patients. It would be quite irresponsible to ignore the need for further understanding.”
“Calm down, Bones. Spock’s compliments are few and far between. Enjoy them when they happen. He doesn’t mean to be offensive.”
“Indeed, Doctor,” Spock agreed, “I find you are placing an undue emotional connotation to my words. Perhaps you should spend some time reviewing Vulcan beliefs and practices before you assume that my comments have any emotional bearing.”
“Well, so much for compliments…,” he muttered. “Jim, we’ll need to make sure the kid gets some amount of instruction in the emotional arts. Wouldn’t want Syvek to grow up into a heartless computer like his father.”
“What I want to know,” Kirk intervened sharply, “is whether or not he can sense things that might be going on in the next room.”
McCoy considered the question before asking, “Things? Such as…?”
Kirk looked uncomfortable. “I… The thing is… Does he know when Spock and I are… you know… engaged in a… discussion… of sorts.” McCoy’s uncomprehending eyes did not change. “Can he tell if we’re having sex?” Kirk asked quickly.
Spock’s disapproving glare was undermined by Syvek’s sudden sneeze, which was followed by a giggle when the baby saw the look of disgust on his daddy’s snot-covered face.
“I hate you guys,” Bones spluttered, ignoring Kirk’s question and stalking to his office.
Part 2.