Fic: Resistance is Futile (ST: Spock, R)
Title: Resistance is Futile
Author: Flora
Fandom: Star Trek (TOS)
Character: Spock
Words: 185
Rating: R
A/N: It really isn't right to be a slasher who'd never written Kirk/Spock, so. But Spock wasn't cooperating unless I gave him some distance by means of limerickage, so six limericks it is.
There once was a half-blood named Spock
Who didn't much play with his cock.
He saw no great need
To spew forth his seed
On his stomach, to clean with a sock.
And then came the time of Pon Farr,
Which revved him up like a sports car.
He tried to ignore,
The needs in his core,
But the choices were mate, die, or spar.
He still tried his best at resisting,
Despite when his blood was insisting,
And even relented
On waking, sheets tented.
But little relief came of ...twisting.
Still, little was better than none,
So Spock once more polished his gun.
It helped, with each jerk,
To think about Kirk,
He came, and resolved to tell no one.
In the end, masturbation did fail,
And he had to go fight tooth and nail.
He killed his best friend,
Though he won in the end;
He expected to be sent to jail.
But then, surprise, Kirk was all right!
It had been a great ruse in the fight!
Spock needed not fret,
And once duty was met,
He touched himself, smiling, all night.
Author: Flora
Fandom: Star Trek (TOS)
Character: Spock
Words: 185
Rating: R
A/N: It really isn't right to be a slasher who'd never written Kirk/Spock, so. But Spock wasn't cooperating unless I gave him some distance by means of limerickage, so six limericks it is.
There once was a half-blood named Spock
Who didn't much play with his cock.
He saw no great need
To spew forth his seed
On his stomach, to clean with a sock.
And then came the time of Pon Farr,
Which revved him up like a sports car.
He tried to ignore,
The needs in his core,
But the choices were mate, die, or spar.
He still tried his best at resisting,
Despite when his blood was insisting,
And even relented
On waking, sheets tented.
But little relief came of ...twisting.
Still, little was better than none,
So Spock once more polished his gun.
It helped, with each jerk,
To think about Kirk,
He came, and resolved to tell no one.
In the end, masturbation did fail,
And he had to go fight tooth and nail.
He killed his best friend,
Though he won in the end;
He expected to be sent to jail.
But then, surprise, Kirk was all right!
It had been a great ruse in the fight!
Spock needed not fret,
And once duty was met,
He touched himself, smiling, all night.