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story is Rated R.
Beloved
by Djinn
Kirk watched as Spock lay on
the palate in the dark caves of Remus. He'd been captured finally, betrayed by a
Romulan who'd professed to be an acolyte, a true believer, but who, when the
chips were down, had only cared about his own skin. Kirk and Chris had watched it all, safe and
warm and very far away from the man who lay suffering in the last throes of a
deadly fever in the darkness.
"Christine," Spock
called out suddenly, and he tried to sit up but his body wouldn't oblige.
"Damn. I thought he'd call out my name first,"
Kirk said, smiling at her a bit sadly.
He hated to see his friend in this kind of pain, but he knew it would
soon be over, that Spock would never know pain again.
"Well, I was the one sleeping with him." She shot him a glance. "I was the only one, wasn't I?"
He laughed at her
expression. "You were." He reached out, and his hand went right
through Spock's cheek. He pulled it back
quickly. It didn't really feel like
anything, but it still gave him the willies.
"Even so, he was my first officer and my best friend. He could at least think of me in his time of
need."
"Jim!" Spock yelled
even louder.
Kirk sat back, a pleased
smile on his face. "Like
that."
"You know that he loved
you, right?"
He nodded, again wishing he
could do something to help Spock.
"No, I mean love-loved
you."
He nodded. "Yes, I know, Chris."
"Well, how do you feel
about that?"
He laughed. "Are you asking me if
you can have him too?"
"No." She shot him a look. "Can I?"
He pretended to be talking to
himself. "Yes, this is what I
imagined heaven to be. When your best
girl notes that maybe eternity is a little long for anything exclusive." He grinned at her, then
began to laugh at the look on her face.
"I'm not saying that
exactly." She looked like she was
trying to put a noble spin on things, didn't disappoint him when she said,
"I'm thinking of Spock here, you know."
"You are, huh?"
"Well, how can this be
heaven if he's pining over you?"
He smiled. "Or you?"
"Exactly." She leaned
into him, her lips finding his in the way he found irresistible.
"Mmm,
how am I supposed to think when you're kissing me like that?"
She pressed against him more
firmly. "Spock's a good kisser,
too."
He rolled his eyes. "Far be it for me to deny you or him
heaven, darling. I'll imagine us a
bigger place."
She smiled; her grin could
only be called wicked. "Oh, don't
bother. I don't think we'll need a lot
of extra room."
He was secretly glad--he'd
spent a lot of time designing their little corner of heaven. It was intricate and beautiful and the
smells...you just didn't come up with aromas like that in a few minutes of
imagining. He found himself thinking
about Spock, thinking about Spock...that way.
He'd never let himself--had never wanted to risk losing Spock the way he
seemed to lose all his women. Other than
with Chris--and even they'd had their share of troubles--he knew he was pretty
lousy in the romance department, but he made a damned fine friend. But this was heaven--break-ups were few and
far between.
"You're thinking about
it, aren't you?" She kissed
him. "I'm suddenly having second
thoughts about the whole thing."
"Oh,
sure. Now that you're afraid I might like him
better than you." He pulled her close
again, kissed her soundly. Letting her
go, he said, "I have the urge to play a little trick on our new boy
toy."
"Jim, he's dying. This is a traumatic time."
"Was it for you?"
"Well, no, but David was
there."
"Was it for me?"
She exhaled loudly. "You had me and David. Is that the common denominator? You want me to get David?"
"No. Please.
Not David." He loved his
son, but he was finding it a harder thing to actually "like" his boy. In time maybe--and heaven only knew they had
plenty of that here.
She laughed. "What's the trick?"
"You meet him. I'll come in later."
"Jim."
"Trust me. It'll be fun." He smiled, realized he probably looked very
much like David did when he was doing something rather naughty and dialed it
back a little.
Her expression changed, and
she looked down at Spock. "It's
time, Jim."
He nodded, taking one last
look at Spock before fading out to where he could watch but not be seen.
It was a beautiful
moment. He tried not to feel jealous but
couldn't help feel a little pang as Chris leaned down and helped Spock up.
"Christine!" Spock
said, the way he had yelled Kirk's name after that horrible fight on Vulcan
over T'Pring.
She laughed as he picked her
up, her legs going around him, her arms holding him tightly as he kissed
her. Kissed her rather
well. He did look like a good
kisser.
Chris was doing her level
best in that department too. Kirk knew
he should give them some time but found himself rematerializing, coughing
loudly and saying, "So, you think horning in on my woman once I was out of
the picture was the way to go, my friend?"
Spock turned, still holding
Christine. "Jim?"
"The
injured party at your service."
Spock actually turned
pale. He put Chris down gently. "He has prior claim."
Chris turned to look at
Kirk. "You're laying it on a bit
thick, love." Then she pulled Spock
back and kissed him again, rather more aggressively than was strictly
necessary.
Kirk couldn't help but notice
that Spock didn't pull away.
"Chris, 'love,'" he
said, pulling her away from Spock and kissing her fiercely. He saw her hand reach out, grabbing onto
Spock, keeping him from running away. So
she really was serious about sharing?
Kirk's heart suddenly started
to beat faster. He let her go, turned to
Spock. "By the way, you're
dead."
"Yes, Jim. I have figured that out on my own." Spock seemed to be drinking in the sight of
him. "It is...good to see you. When you did not come for Christine..."
Kirk shrugged. "I was otherwise engaged. In the Nexus. I'm sure you've heard of it."
Spock nodded, then he frowned slightly.
"So you did not actually witness any of my time with
Christine?"
"A
technicality."
Chris laughed. Spock's eyebrow rose nearly into his
bangs. Kirk realized how much he'd
missed seeing that. He reached out,
taking Spock's hand and clasping it firmly.
"How did you put it so
long ago, Spock? This
simple feeling?"
"Yes, Jim. That was it."
Kirk nodded, feeling a good
speech winding up. "It is indeed a
simple feeling. Such profound
friendship, such joy in this camaraderie, this simple brotherhood--"
"--Oh for god's sake,
just kiss already," Chris said, pushing them together.
Kirk felt Spock resist for a
moment, then the Vulcan's arms were around him, pulling him close. He didn't fight Spock, just gave himself over
to the sensations.
Chris was right. Spock was a damned good kisser.
When they finally pulled away, she was smiling.
"Didn't I tell you?"
"You told me," Kirk
said, touching his lips. She'd had that
and she still wanted him? He must be
doing something right. He could feel his
chest swell as he thought about how she wanted him despite how good Spock must
be in bed. Other things were swelling
too. He looked down.
Chris and Spock followed his
gaze.
"Well, would you look at
that." He
grinned at them both, then pulled them close, one
under each arm. "Let's go home,
shall we? We have a lot to discover
about each other." He glared at Chris. "Or at least Spock and I do. You had to have a little preview..."
She smiled. "Well, I never had you both." Her look was sinfully greedy.
He laughed as he pulled her
close and kissed her. What a woman.
"We're damned lucky men,
Mister Spock."
"I am well aware of
that, Captain," Spock said, as his hand slid down to rest on Kirk's butt.
"Damned lucky,"
Kirk said again, as Chris's hand joined Spock's. "So very, very
lucky."
"You said that,
dear," Chris said as she pulled Spock back to her and kissed him
again. "I've missed you." Her tone was gentle and made Spock smile in a
way Kirk had never seen him do with anyone else--Kirk found himself loving her
for it.
It was odd to feel this
extreme tenderness in the midst of this scary new passion. He'd never loved two people more than he
loved Chris and Spock. And now...he'd
get to find out what that could mean in a place where anything was possible,
and with bodies that had no idea what quitting time meant.
"I love heaven," he
said to no one in particular, as he led them into the light.
FIN