Fic: Life of Syvek, Pt. 3
Title: Life of Syvek, Pt. 3
Author: brown-polyester
Universe/Series: Star Trek: TOS
Rating: NC-17 at times
Relationship status: Established
Word count: 10,063 total; 2,633 this part
Genre: Humor, Fluff, Romance, Drama
Tropes: Kidfic, Family
Warnings: None
Additional Pairings: A little Syvek/OFC, but the kid's 2.5-ish, so... yeah...
Author's Notes: Part 3 has some (probably terrible) Vulcan words in it, so if you're a Vulcan scholar, let me know if it sucks. If you're not a Vulcan scholar, it's a good thing I put a translation in parentheses beside the Vulcan words!
Summary: “All children develop differently, at different rates,” McCoy told him, sighing. “I feel like we’ve had this discussion before. Numerous times. And the little hobgoblin has always proven me right. He always figures it out eventually, right?”
Sequel to Adventures in Vulcan Potty Training and The Continuing Education of Syvek Leonard Kirk.
Part 1
Part 2
Two years, ten months, four days old
The royal family of Chertan Prime was aboard the Enterprise for less than an hour before Syvek and the youngest daughter, Vatha, were inseparable. Like most Chertanians, Vatha and her family were humanoids with varying shades of turquoise skin marbled on their bodies. Hair color ranged widely from dark reds to bright greens. Fully grown, Chertanians reached an average height of 1.33 meters for men or 1.49 meters for women. Vatha was just days older than Syvek, but her species’ reduced size and his small stature left them at an equal height.
Spock and Kirk had requested that Syvek be present when the senior officers and a security detail welcomed the family aboard the ship. Syvek had complained about the formal clothes that he was required to wear nearly as much as Doctor McCoy had whined about his dress uniform, but as soon as the family materialized on the transporter pad, his protests had fallen silent.
When introductions were made, Kirk noticed the awestruck expression on Syvek’s tiny face as he stepped forward to greet the king and queen. He also noticed that while Syvek’s bow was directed to the two monarchs, his gaze was firmly set on the youngest member of their family. As the family filed out of the transporter room to follow Spock to their guest quarters, Kirk hung back with Syvek.
“You did very well, Syvek,” Kirk said, smoothing the child’s hair. “Your father and I are proud of you.”
Syvek didn’t respond, for his unfocussed eyes were directed at the door that had recently closed behind the little Chertanian girl. His jaw was slack with amazement, and the tips of his ears were green.
“Should we join them?” Kirk couldn’t suppress a smile at Syvek’s eager nod. When the two Kirks moved into the hall, Syvek took off at a run in the direction of the royal party. Kirk walked quickly behind to catch up.
Rounding a corner, he saw that Syvek had reached the Chertanian family, and apparently Vatha was not impressed by his childish jog. The two kids had stopped in the middle of the corridor, unnoticed by the rest of the party, which travelled on. Kirk crept closer to eavesdrop on Syvek’s conversation.
“Why were you chasing me?” the young girl asked curiously.
“I…” Syvek faltered. “Um… I wanted… um… to talk to you,” he finished in a rush.
“Oh? About what?”
Syvek shyly looked at the ground before raising his eyes to meet hers. “Will you be my fwiend?” he asked in a reverent whisper. Kirk found himself holding his breath as he waited to hear the answer to his son’s vulnerable question.
But she didn’t answer. She merely smiled and held out her hand. Syvek grinned back and enthusiastically grabbed her hand. Then they turned and continued down the hallway to catch up with her family, Kirk trailing behind with a bemused smile on his face.
After that, the two children were practically glued together. When he was told that he would have to let go of Vatha’s hand so she and her family could settle into their quarters, Syvek was clearly devastated. While four amused parents looked on indulgently, Syvek promised the girl he would see her at dinner that night.
The Chertanians were on their way to a reception honoring the newly inaugurated Executive Prefect of Cha’ardania, the only life-supporting planet in Chertan’s neighboring system. Kirk had been ordered to transport the family on their weeklong trip as a show of Federation support and friendship.
There was a time when this sort of mission would have annoyed Kirk to no end, as he preferred the more exciting facets of space exploration to the routine diplomatic missions. Now that he had a family, he was thankful for the downtime, recognizing it as a chance to have more leisure time with his husband and son while the ship had a lower chance of being attacked by a dangerous entity. Of course, there were duties he had to attend to, posturing for the king and queen and running the ship. But knowing that they were not close to enemy territory, knowing that the peaceful Chertanians and Cha’ardanians were unlikely to draw any unwanted attention from Klingons or Romulans, and knowing that everyone on the ship was on their best behavior for the royals was a great relief to the captain. He looked forward to spending several quiet nights with Spock and Syvek this week.
That first night, though, there was a formal dinner party to welcome the guests aboard. Senior officers and department heads were required to attend in full dress uniform; in fact, Kirk had ordered that dress uniforms were to be worn for the duration of the mission.
The royal family sat at a table with Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Scotty, and Syvek. Spock and Kirk had always had trouble getting Syvek to consume an adequate amount of nutrition, and when they were eating with a large group of people, it was even more difficult. Compounding the problem was the obvious crush that Syvek had on Vatha.
All throughout dinner, Syvek stayed quiet, but his eyes never stayed away from the young girl for more than a few seconds at a time, sneaking surreptitious glances at her between every bite. Vatha’s eyes met his every so often, and the two kids would look away immediately with small smiles on their faces.
After dinner, the guests and officers were given a chance to mingle and enjoy dessert. There was a variety of sweet dishes from various Federation planets and Chertan Prime. Despite the formal dress, the atmosphere was relaxed and jovial, and Kirk was able to enjoy the evening. While he, Sulu, and the queen discussed similarities between their home planets, Spock and Scotty answered all the questions the oldest two children, ages 17 and 15 by Earth standards, asked about the ship. The 8- and 12-year-old girls had gone with Uhura to look at her earring collection. McCoy was chatting with the king about the illness that had prevented their 6-year-old son from accompanying them.
It wasn’t until Kirk felt a strange dizziness in the back of his mind that he thought to look around for his son. As he surveyed the room, his eyes met Spock’s, and he knew that Spock had felt the same thing, that it must have been from the parental bond. Kirk’s imagination went into overdrive as he thought of all the things that could be happening to Syvek.
It didn’t take them long to find Syvek, who was predictably with Vatha. They were behind the dessert table, sitting on the floor with a nearly empty plate of sweets between them. And they were both naked.
“Syvek!” Kirk exclaimed, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment. “What are you doing?”
Syvek slowly rolled his head in Kirk’s direction and gazed at him with glassy eyes. His mouth hung open, as if his jaw was completely relaxed. He looked at his daddy for a moment before giggling softly.
“Hi, Daddy! Thissiz good!” He gestured to the plate with a clumsy hand while Vatha nodded enthusiastically. He covered his mouth with both hands and laughed. “I feel… jiggly.”
“Why aren’t you wearing your clothes?”
“We’re makin’ babies!” Syvek announced.
Three years, six months, twenty-two days old
“Have I told you lately that I love you?” Kirk asked wistfully from his bed when Spock exited the restroom.
Spock froze, an expectant and stricken look in his eyes. “Please, Jim, do not sing.”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” he huffed.
“In that case,” Spock continued, relaxing, “yes, you have. This morning, in fact, before my shift. And again afterwards, just before your own shift. Also after your shift.”
“Oh…” He deflated for a moment before brightening again. “Well, it’s true. I love you.”
“And I you,” Spock replied. “I take it you wish to engage in coitus tonight?”
“Am I that transparent?” Kirk pouted.
“You have a tendency to become more affectionate when you desire an evening of intimacy, but I have no complaints about your behavior.”
“Then get your sexy green ass over here.” He pulled back the covers, revealing his nude body.
Spock’s brow shot up as he approached the bed. “Confident as always, I see,” he teased, but he knew his words were undermined when Kirk could already see the bulge in his pants. Noticing the hungry look on Kirk’s face and following his line of sight down to his own erection, Spock smiled with mischief. He reached down and rubbed the palm of his hand against his firm flesh. His eyes fluttered shut, and he drew in a shaky breath. When he opened his eyes, he saw Kirk working his fingers in and out of his already slick anus. He uttered a deep moan and quickened his leisurely pace. By the time he reached his husband, he was nude.
“Jim, you have prepared yourself for me. I find this most… stimulating.”
“Mmhmm,” Kirk hummed. “I confess I am feeling stimulated as well.” Indeed his erection was already fully extended, and precome was forming at the tip.
“May I?” Spock asked, kneeling between Kirk’s legs on the bed and gesturing toward his hand.
“Oh yes.”
As Spock’s fingers slid into Kirk’s hot body, he gasped in pleasure. He drew closer and sucked a testicle into his mouth, eliciting a weak whimper from his lover. Caught up in his pleasure and that of his bondmate, Spock started talking in Vulcan. “Bolau nash-veh, t’hy’la (I need you, soul mate). Taluhk nash-veh k’dular (I cherish thee).” His breathing increased in speed and volume. “Sanu, kal-tor tu (Please, let me)...”
“Yes! Now!”
Spock slid into Kirk slowly, sealing their lips together and pressing a thumb against Kirk’s perineum. Kirk’s answering moan would’ve been embarrassingly high-pitched if he had been able to think on such a level.
Descending nearly into babbling, Spock gasped, “Ashayam, rom, wufik, fal, Ekon (beloved, good, tight, hot, God)!” He thrust into him, slowly and tenderly, then faster, viciously. He slid the hand that wasn’t tweaking and twisting one of Kirk’s delicious, pink nipples up to grasp his balls and roll them around his warm palm. He sucked the other nipple into his mouth and teased it with his teeth, nibbling hard, without mercy.
When Spock’s thrusts stopped and he raised his head, Kirk sobbed a protest. “No! Don’t tease me now!”
Fingers of the hand that hadn’t been in Kirk’s ass covered his mouth, but when Kirk thrust his tongue between them to tickle the slight webbing there, Spock rolled off Kirk, a pained look of regret accompanying his withdrawal. “Ni’droi’ik nar-tor (I am sorry),” he whispered. Before Kirk could ask what Spock’s problem was, the fresher door slid open and their young son nervously stepped through, clutching his blankie and stuffed toy tribble.
Kirk hurriedly pulled up the blanket and sat up. “What’s wrong, kid?” he asked, out of breath.
“I had a bad dream,” Syvek whimpered, voice quivering in time with his bottom lip.
Despite the ‘I don’t care!’ that flew into Kirk’s mind during a moment of weakness, he said, “Do you want us to tuck you back in?”
“No,” Syvek whispered, shaking his head. “Can I sleep in here?”
Spock, who’d apparently slipped back into his pants at some point, pulled back his corner of the covers. He had also been able to rid himself of his erection, likely a skill learned through Vulcan control or a byproduct of Vulcan sexual repression. Syvek ran and launched himself into Spock’s arms as Kirk skillfully rolled out of bed and slid into his robe.
He, on the other hand, needed to shield his erection, which had barely subsided, from the child. He responded to Spock’s eyebrow, the one that had risen when Spock noticed Kirk’s continuing struggle, with a look that he hoped conveyed, ‘What? I have a healthy, active libido. And I was so close!’
“Daddy will be back in a minute, Sy,” Kirk said, walking toward the bathroom. “I have to go to the bathroom,” he announced. When he passed Spock, he added a quiet, “To rub one out.”
Three years, six months, twenty-seven days old
Syvek was learning how to read, maybe a bit too quickly. Whereas he’d been able to read thirteen words (not counting the few names he could recognize) on his third birthday, he could figure out enough Standard words less than six months later to make sense of documents that his parents had not yet bothered to encrypt. The first time they’d realized that he was quite a lot smarter than they’d thought (and terrifyingly sneaky) was during an evening meal in the officer’s mess. Sitting at a table with his dads, McCoy, Scotty, Uhura, and Chapel, Syvek had eaten quietly while the doctor told a story about a strange illness he’d seen on a colony.
“Of course, at first I had no idea what it was,” he’d said after describing the symptoms.
Spock had chimed in, saying, “Naturally.”
The comment prompted the doctor to pause his story in favor of insulting Spock’s heritage. Spock replied with an overly innocent expression of curiosity regarding McCoy’s credentials and the manner in which they were obtained. Suddenly Syvek had spoken up.
“Mind your own bidness, Mr. Spock,” he’d interjected, startling everyone at the table. It was all too easy to forget there was a small child in your midst when the child was so quiet all the time. “I’m sick of your half-breed innerference, do you hear?”
Stunned into silence, the collective population of the table glanced surreptitiously at Spock to see what he would do. Except Kirk. He burst into laughter.
“Sy!” he cried between laughs. “How did you hear about that?”
“I read it.”
“It seems we will need to change our network access passwords and guard them more closely,” Spock said to Kirk. Then he turned to face Syvek. “While I do not appreciate your employment of such insulting vocabulary or the rather rude sentiment, I do recognize your reference and realize that the words are not your own. I am also impressed with the amount and level of reading you must have encountered while perusing past reports. When did you first encounter the phrase your dad used?”
“One point four weeks ago.”
“You waited that long to work that into a conversation?” McCoy asked, impressed. A week was practically a lifetime to a kid Syvek’s age.
Syvek hesitated. “There were three times when I coulda said it, but I wanted lotsa people to hear it.”
Snickers were unsuccessfully suppressed around the table, and Kirk held his hand over his mouth for a moment before asking, “How did you access those files?” He was nearly certain that he always logged off his computer terminal before leaving his quarters.
“Your passwords were easy to do,” Syvek admonished. “You should add charackerts other than letters in your password, Daddy. ‘PonFarrFTW’ took a couple minutes to crack.” He took a small amount of delight in the red-faced glare McCoy was leveling at his Daddy.
Gratified that the nonplussed expressions on Lt. Uhura, Lt. Cmd. Scott, and Nurse Chapel’s faces indicated a lack of familiarity with the term “Pon Farr” but unwilling to explain the meaning should the question arise, Spock sharply rebuked the boy. “Syvek! That is enough.”
On a roll, Syvek smiled at his father. “Yours isn’t much better. ‘SexyHuman69’ didn’t even take ten minutes.”
Sensing a very pissed-off Vulcan appearing in the very near future, Kirk interjected. “We will discuss your unauthorized access of potentially classified material later. Finish eating.”
Syvek obeyed, but it was a good five minutes before the laughter died down enough that McCoy was able to finish his story.