Tag: Pairing: Kirk/Spock

I said don’t lecture me about those evils. I know this is not a dignified position for the Chief Medical Officer of the starship Enterprise. Why else do you think I’m still here? I don’t want to go staggering through the halls like this. Jim would have my hide. He runs a tight ship, that man, a tight sh—

Damn it, there I go again. Can’t stop thinking about it. Tight. I’m tight, there’s one for sure. Snockered. The ship is tight, ever since the esteemed James T. Kirk took over three years ago. And my pants sure as hell are tight, let me tell you that. But I’m not gonna think about it, no sirree bob, I’m gonna do something else.

Source: Down and Out and Under the Table by Jenna Hilary Sinclair

A very drunk McCoy commits some accidental voyeurism.

Logic and Lubricity, or, K/S as told by Jane Austen; with some less seemly parts.

Source: Fic: Uncouth Person | TOS | Kirk/Spock | PG-13 – The Kirk/Spock Slash Community — LiveJournal | https://kirkspock.livejournal.com/

In which two space-faring gentlemen find themselves stranded in a convenient cave, and one of them finds himself battling an untimely case of Pon Farr… This short fic is simply hilarious and tickles my Austen-loving fancy something fierce.

Kirk strode onto the bridge that first day, and each of the bridge crew stood to attention. He made his rounds, strong arms laying relaxed at his sides, a smile on his charmingly boyish face, introducing himself in-kind to each officer and shaking their hands with both of his own.

When he got to Spock, the effect was almost immediate. He sensed it as Kirk approached, that nameless pull that almost shocked Spock into stepping toward the man. It wasn’t a scent so much as it was an instinct– a sixth-sense that Spock recognized immediately, if only because he had met so many people and he’d never felt this before.

Source: Ardor, by ThereBeWhalesHere – Star Trek [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/

AU in which Vulcans recognise compatible mates by scent, this is 90% Spock longing for Kirk and 10% insanely hot smut. All while somehow managing to sound completely plausible and in-character.

“It was a very kind thing you did for Captain Pike, but don’t pull anything like that again, not for me or anyone – that’s an order. Understood?”

“My apologies, sir,” Spock said, “But I cannot obey that order. It is my duty to ensure the safety of my superior officer.”

Kirk frowned and let out a sigh. “I was afraid you’d say that.”

“Sir?” Spock asked, an eyebrow raised.

The captain just shook his head.

Source: A Crazy Little Thing Called Love – Chapter 1, by VTsuion – Star Trek: The Original Series [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/

Missing scenes that follow the development of Kirk and Spock’s relationship during the first five-year-mission.

“Don’t you think declaring me unfit for command is a little extreme?” Jim pushes forward in his chair, picking up the datapad and reading it in a glance. When he looks up, however, he doesn’t seem surprised. “Huh. I was actually joking. So it’s this or Starfleet Medical, huh? Your people wouldn’t like that at all.”

“There is a time,” Spock says slowly, taking the chair across from Jim, “for discretion. And then there is a time for the necessary.”

Jim drops the datapad.

“This is the necessary.”

Jim nods grimly before closing his eyes and taking a careful breath. “If you touch me,” Jim says slowly, “I will kill you. Or you will have to kill me. Do we understand each other?”

Spock nods. “As you would say: crystal.”

Source: rebootfic: You’ll Get There in the End (It Just Takes a While) 1/4 – The Toybox — LiveJournal | https://seperis.livejournal.com/

This is a somewhat different, and brilliantly written, take on the “Kirk deals with the fallout from his meld with Spock Prime” trope, and I love it!

When his alternate first arrived in a scrambled transporter beam two weeks ago, Jim was excited to meet him and combine their powers for the forces of awesome. Actually, first Jim ordered him quarantined, polygraphed, and tested for alien DNA, but he should have known the guy would hack his way out of the brig, and by the time he emerged again, clothes inexplicably torn and whiskey eyes somehow deadened, Jim knew he was who he said he was and instead of excitement, he felt a creeping disquiet about the man.

Source: A Distant Horizon – Space is like hard pure night — LiveJournal | https://what-alchemy.livejournal.com/

This is epically awesome – I love the characterizations, each man distinct, each relationship special.

Spock was an old man; he figured the universe would forgive him for deriving pleasure in whatever way he could.

And if Jim were here–his Jim, with rosy, plump cheeks, graying curls atop his head, and a devilish gleam in his eyes that laughed at life’s idiosyncrasies–he’d be joining in on the merriment.

Source: Piqued by Jaylee

This is my favourite kind of Spock Prime – the meddling, match-making kind, who can’t help but be amused by the fledgling relationship of young Kirk and Spock. (Locked for AO3 users.)

“And you haven’t remembered anything since then? About yourself? Or about others, like me?”
He shakes his head and spreads his hands in an apologetic gesture.
Two days for him, one for me. For a moment the panicky feeling is back. What if we never find out who we are? What if…
“I am glad that you are here.”
The quiet admission shakes me out of my misery, and spontaneously I put my hand on his arm.
“Me too. I don’t like to be alone.”

Source: Hours of Freedom by Vanasati | https://web.archive.org/

Kirk and Spock wake up on a planet with no memory of who they are. Luckily they have each other… Absolutely wonderful amnesia fic.

He moves then, not Bones nor any ghost of my imagining, but him, real and alive and moving toward me in the dark.

I’m holding my breath, not realizing I’m doing it until I hear him, a rustle of heavy fabric so faint I wouldn’t hear it otherwise. I can feel him close to me. I want so badly to reach out that it hurts, a physical ache somewhere inside of me, but I can’t, I can’t. Because if I do and there’s nothing…

He touches me, the brush of fingertips on my bare arm.

A sound–me. Was that me?

Source: Cover of Night by Killa

Kirk on Vulcan, waiting for Spock’s recovery and agonising over things that happened in the dark, that he was too afraid to let into the light. This is exquisitely painful and exquisitely beautiful.