Fic: Four Square, Part I (STXI, K/S)

May 02, 2010 18:14

Title: Four Square, Part I
Fandom: STXI
Pairing: KirkPrime/SpockPrime/Kirk/Spock
Rating: NC-17 for an eventual attempted mpreg ménage à quatre. Yes, that is as awkward as you think.
Word Count: ~1500
Summary: Kirk suggests a foursome. Spock has some trouble with the idea. Standalone sequel to The Womb of Joy.
Disclaimer: Not mine.


One time, they tried a foursome.

It had been Jim's idea. Which Jim, he couldn't say -- neither of them would admit to it; the idea had apparently arisen one idle night in a heart-to-heart over several glasses of synthetic brandy, the product of their shared subconsciousness.

Spock had looked to his counterpart in expectation of a similar reaction of horror, but it was not to be -- the elder had merely nodded and said he'd been wondering when Jim would get around to broaching the subject.

For his own part, Spock was scandalised by the man he would become -- was perhaps already becoming. For he could not deny that the older Jim -- the one who bubbled over, effusive as pillow lava, and who was now gravid with a child who was and was not Spock's own -- was intensely desirable to him. However, that desire did not outweigh the illogical jealousy which surged in him when he thought of his counterpart touching Jim. He also admitted privately that he found his older self quite unattractive. And there was a wrongness about it which he did not think he needed to explain.

"I mean I get it if you don't want to," Jim said to him later when they were alone. "Old Me is kinda gross." He wrinkled his nose. "But I have to say, I wouldn't say no to Old You."

"This bodes well for our relationship in the long-term," Spock said non-committally. And then, though he feared it would weaken his argument against the sexual adventure,"I do not find your counterpart displeasing."

"Really?" Jim said, sounding surprised and pleased. "That's... well, it 'bodes well', as you say. Hmmn."

"Reconsidering your diet?" Spock arched his brow. Jim had tried to be discreet about reducing his protein and fat intake, but Spock had noticed: Jim's semen tasted different.

Evidently Spock had already been thoroughly corrupted.

"Did Bones squeal?" Jim looked indignant.

"Bones do not squeal," said Spock as provokingly as he could, in an attempt to divert the conversation into more typical channels. But Jim knew him well.

"Nice try," he said. "Seriously though, Spock, we can't pass this up. And Old Me is even pregnant -- we may as well go for broke, huh? It'd be quite possibly the kinkiest sex in the history of ever!"

"That is not a selling point."

"Spo-ock," Jim whined. "Aren't you even just a little bit curious? You know, for Science?"

Spock disliked the promiscuous way in which Jim used the word 'science'. A great many things became 'science' when Jim wanted to do them. But, like all scientists, Spock was highly aware of the value of the anomalous in its own right, and of the small window of opportunity which would soon be closing. He thought of putting his mouth on the older Jim's cock while the swell of his pregnant belly grazed his forehead. And he thought of being penetrated by Jim while his cock was in the other Jim.

Suddenly it was too much -- Spock needed to have this happen, no matter what.

"Very well," he said in a stranger's voice. "For science."

Jim smirked, and slapped him on the ass.

*

Decisions made in the heat of desire are rarely wise. Vulcans learnt this lesson at the age of two, which was why Spock felt exceptionally foolish as he removed his clothing in the presence of the laughing centenarian who inconceivably himself.

The older Vulcan was already fully nude, having come dressed in only a heavy robe. Spock averted his eyes, concentrating on the once-mundane task of removing his shirt, his undershirt, his thermal vest, his shoes, his socks, his trousers, and his undershorts. But he was not as embarrassed as he might have been, as his penis remained unexposed in its sheath.

However, Jim was already half-erect, and he bounced restlessly around the room before them, his thoughts stirring in a strange complex of affection, amusement and desire.

"When's he getting here?" Jim asked. "We could start without him, I guess, but I think he'd be pissed if we did. I know I would."

"It would teach him a lesson," the older Spock said. "Perhaps we should begin. Spock will in all probability require... warming up." And he smiled aggravatingly at Spock, using only his eyes.

"I want you to kiss him," Jim said suddenly. Spock stiffened. The thought was repulsive to him, and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to run from the room.

But "Hey, hey, hey," Jim said soothingly, coming up and cupping Spock's face in his hands. "Spock. Look at me." He looked at Jim. "Nothing will happen that you don't want, okay? I swear it. Nothing."

"You have my reassurances on that also," his older self put in unhelpfully.

Spock shut his eyes. He wished they were alone.

"Jim," he said quietly, hunching into the human's embrace. "Do you not feel -- wrong, doing this? You would do to your counterpart what you ask of me?"

"Oh, Spock," Jim breathed, and Spock felt slightly better. "You think I'm not a bit squicked when I think about pregnant Old Me? But then I think of how hot it'd be to have two of you at the same time. And I think you like the idea of there being two of me. Just think, Spock, think how good it'll be."

Spock tried, but he couldn't, not with the presence of his counterpart looming naked in the corner. "It's wrong," he said again helplessly, feeling ashamed as he always did when he disappointed Jim. He felt like a coward.

At a loss, Jim kissed him. They stood there, staring at each other, things more uneasy between them than they had been in years.

It might have ended then and there had Admiral Kirk not bounded in to save the day.

"Am I interrupting?" he said, poking his head into the room. He was smiling, but not mockingly, and the parabola of his belly was propped against the tangent of the door.

Spock felt himself flush. His control was already severely compromised, and he could not hide his mixed responses to the human. Once more he shut his eyes against them.

There was a pause, and then he heard his counterpart gather his robe and move briskly across the room.

"He is still very young," the elder murmured to his mate. "Perhaps I should leave. He is in some distress."

Spock's pride rebelled a little at this, but he could not bring himself to protest.

"You're so sweet," Admiral Kirk replied, his voice warm. "Are you really gonna go and read periodicals in the next room?"

"Perhaps I will meditate on immorality," the other Spock retorted drily. Jim grinned, and Spock felt his lips twitch in response.

"I'll make it up to you," Kirk said, pressing a kiss into the older Vulcan's hand. " Sha' savas-slor-tukh ashayam."

His counterpart left with a raised eyebrow, and Kirk turned to the younger men with a considering look.

"So, gentlemen," he said. "What are we going to do with you?"

"Well, for starters, aren't you a little overdressed, Admiral?" Jim said with a quite creditable leer.

"Don't try and flirt with me, kid, I'm enough of a narcissist that I might take you seriously."

"Um. Okay."

Kirk sighed. "I shouldn't be telling you this, but I've had a fair few encounters in my time with people wearing my face. So this probably isn't as strange for me as it ought to be."

"Ah. Right," said Jim, looking sideways at Spock. "I think we've had at least one of those encounters already."

"Good you and bad you?" Kirk queried.

"Yep."

"How mad was Sulu when you finally beamed him up?"

"He piloted us deliberately into asteroid belts for a week," Spock said, feeling able to join the conversation at last.

"Nice," Kirk grinned. "As it should be." And he hefted himself into a chair and reached down to undo his boots. However, his large stomach got in the way.

"Argh," Kirk said exaggeratedly. "A little help here, Spock?"

The ploy was a rather transparent one, but Spock saw no reason why he should not fall for it anyway. He dropped to his knees at the admiral's feet, once again extremely conscious of his nakedness, and feeling the familiar, heavy weight of Jim's gaze on his back. His penis stirred, but he kept it retracted.

"I was speaking with Christopher Pike," the admiral said casually as Spock undid the old-fashioned laces on his leather shoes. "He had some interesting tales from your Academy days."

"Oh, great," Jim said. "Did he feed you the one about the Orion cannonball, because that is a total lie..." And Spock let their voices wash soothingly over him as he removed the admiral's socks, and stood up to help him out of his loosely-cut shirt.

"Holy shit," Jim muttered as it came off. "How many months along are you, again?"

Kirk patted his naked belly cheerfully, stepping out of his trousers. "Five point six nine five, I have it on good authority."

"That's sick," Jim shook his head, but he too was grinning.

Then they converged on Spock.

fandom: star trek, series: 2x2=4, type: slash, pairing: kirk/spock, *fic

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