Title: Logical Conclusion: A Scientist’s Experiment in Four Acts

Author: Virginia Sky

Series: TOS

Rate: Adult

Codes: K/S



Summary: This is an accompanying piece to the PWP, "The Stain on the Floor". It is also an answer to T’Len’s story challenge - use the line, "Am I inside? I'm inside! This was easy." Finally, "Logical Conclusion" is a gift to Carolyn, my favorite librarian.

Disclaimer: These are the characters of Paramount and Viacom, rightfully so. They are just being used temporarily by me. The only gain I will be making from this endeavor is semi-artistic satisfaction, not monetary.

1.

Theory and Hypothesis

Stardate: 2930.8

First Officer’s Personal Log

It has been 34.9 standard days since I have begun a sexual relationship with Jim. In this period of time he has provided adequate and thorough instructions in the art of lovemaking. Our erotic and exotic encounters have incorporated various, unusual locations, such as a meadow on planet, M113, and the Starboard Observation Deck on the Enterprise. We were even able to perform our sexual rituals on a duplicate Enterprise bridge on the Shoreleave Planet. This last encounter was such a success that Jim is already making plans for a return trip...to fulfill my fantasy, as he is so fond of pointing out.

To say I have not found pleasure in such encounters would be a lie. Indeed, they have reached beyond my expectations. For my lover enriches each physical joining with a deep mindmeld, which enhances, even goes beyond our coupling. I have found my lifelong love, bondmate, and soulmate...my T’hy’la. Ours is a relationship few beings have known.

And yet, my analytical mind has dwelled on several questions about our new partnership. I have not yet established the perimeters for this new development in our relationship. Emotional involvement is one area of my existence that I have not focused on extensively. Indeed, I must find the answer to one personal question, which has persistently arisen, during my meditative state.

‘How much physical contact is necessary to maintain our intimate relationship?’ Jim is a very sensual man. Certainly I have been on the receiving end of some very pleasurable sexual input. Yet, as one who overindulges in food may gain weight, could it be possible to have too much sex? I do not want Jim to have too much of me or, in essence, become tired of our relationship.

Thus, I have formulated a course of action, which may personally clarify this conflict. Hypothetically I must say that Jim is one individual, who in the area of personal relationships must...colloquially stated...’go full hog’ to satisfy his sexual appetite.


2.

Materials and Procedure

Stardate: 2930.15

Captain’s Personal Log

This is damn peculiar! Spock has been my lover for a little over a month, and now I’m afraid the honeymoon period has ended...too soon! Man, I never realized how great a sexual partner, my first officer could be. I have been, of course, attracted to him for some time. However, once we began the relationship it was like we just couldn’t get enough of each other...every free moment we were fu...making love. I can gladly say I have found my partner for life. <sigh>

The thing about it is that Spock is not only my partner sexually, but mentally...almost spiritually. The bond with this man is like a warm hug that follows me throughout the day. I know I am never alone. And, WOW, when that link deepens during our lovemaking I feel such intense love. When we climax it feels as though our bodies and souls are burning...giving off a brilliant, white light...like a supernova.

It’s that wonderful love that makes this past week almost too hard to understand or even bear! I mean...we have not had sex for almost seven days! If it weren’t for the fact that Spock still shares my bed for sleeping, that we still eat meals together, and that we still are bonded, I would think we were terminating our relationship.

Every night this week Spock has been increasingly late coming to bed. Just as I’m determined to wait up for him, he gets later. Dumb me…I can’t seem to stay awake. Our present assignment of star mapping is so boring. It seems my body is making up for lost sleep from our last mission. I fall fast asleep. Forget about getting IT up once I’m in dreamland ***chuckle*** So all I can do is roll into his arms when he finally comes into bed and fall back to sleep. Of course, when I wake up in the morning...what happens? Nothing! That green son-of-a...he’s already gone!

Yesterday morning at breakfast I could stand it no longer. There was hardly anyone in the mess hall at that early hour. Carefully, under the table I placed my hand on his...warm...hot...thigh. <clearing throat> It was like an electrical shot to my groin. I had a hard-on to beat all hard-ons. Spock was aroused, too! I could feel it through the bond and through his thigh, which was shivering as if he were naked and exposed to an Arctic blast!

In a low voice I said, "Come on, Lover! What gives?" Those cute pointy tips of his ears turned a deep green, and he said in a shaky voice, "Jim, I do not know to what you are referring?" Yeah right! I couldn’t hold back...one of these days I’m going to pay for my cannonball technique. I said, "Spock! What’s going on? You come to bed at all hours of the night. I don’t wake up with you anymore! Do you realize we haven’t made love in six days?" God...listening to myself right now...I think I sound like an old housenfrau.

Anyway Spock stumbled over some excuse about keeping tabs on some important experiment in the lab. I informed him that I was not aware of any important work that the ship’s lab was completing. "Nevertheless, that does not mean that experiments do not exist in the laboratory...and they must be monitored," Spock replied in his best unemotional tone, though the heightened color of his face betrayed the voice.

I really believe we would have had our first quarrel right then and there in the mess hall, if Bones hadn’t walked in at that moment. Oh well, that’s water under the bridge. I am determined to get to the heart...the Vulcan heart of this matter! So tonight I am going to tail my friend...my lover, and I am going to see just what he is INTO, because it sure isn’t me!


3.

Results

The dimness of the ship’s corridor gave the illusion of night to those were walking about. Indeed, it was not unusual to find the captain of the Enterprise prowling the halls late at night, especially when he had a lot of thinking to do.

When Jim came to the bend of the corridor that led to the laboratories, Spock was stepping through the central lab’s doorway. Flattening his body against the wall...while saying a quick prayer for invisibility...Jim Kirk waited. Fortunately, Spock headed in the opposite direction.

When the corridor was clear again, the captain stepped up to the door, which was firmly locked. Using his command override he was able to breach the security lock and swiftly enter the central laboratory. As he stepped through the doorway, Jim chuckled, "Rank does have its privileges!"

The laboratory was dimly lit and totally deserted. This was rather odd indeed! When the science department was in the middle of a series of experiments, Mr. Spock made sure that the lab was manned with at least one of his staff members, who would monitor the progress of any procedure...such was not the case tonight! A nagging spark of anger settled in the pit of Kirk’s stomach and brain. "Damn! Spock was here! But why do I get the feeling he has been lying to me?"

The entire room was neat and clean, the way the first officer demanded his domain be at the end of a workday. Glancing around the large room, Jim noticed a faint glow coming from a terminal on a corner console. As he approached the computer Kirk saw a password panel flashing. Well, tonight there would be no locked doors or vague half told truths. If there were any information on that terminal that he could use he was determined to get it!

Jim sat at the computer terminal. The panel on the screen indicated that the first officer was the user. As captain, Kirk knew Spock’s password for emergency purposes. With just a moment’s hesitation he entered Spock’s long family name manually...after all, he still had trouble pronouncing it. Disappointedly, the computer mechanically stated, "Invalid password."

In an effort to override his uneasiness Kirk said aloud, "Well, what would he use?" Giving thought to his personal woes...thinking about all those moments of sexual ecstasies...Jim recalled one word that Spock repeatedly said in his moments of unbridled passion..."T’hy’la". Going with his hunch Kirk said, "Computer, the password is T’hy’la". "Access granted," responded the computer. As a bright white word-processing screen lit up, Jim shouted in his excitement, "Am I inside? I'm inside! This was easy."

Kirk started to read the scientific journal, which appeared on the screen, dated seven days ago. With dawning horror he realized that the subject of Spock’s scientific curiosity was himself! As he read his body stiffened. He was a dilithium chamber that was on overload!

"I trust you find my personal log interesting, Captain?" a deep voice inquired.



IV. Conclusion

Jumping around to face the voice, the chain reaction began. "OH, NO YOU DON’T, SPOCK! DON’T YOU DARE MAKE THIS SITUATION OUT TO BE MY FAULT!"

"Please, Jim, lower your voice. Believe me, I can clearly hear every word you are projecting."

Spock’s calm exterior infuriated Kirk even more. "BELIEVE...BELIEVE YOU!" Taking a deep breath and lowering his voice by several decibels, he continued, "Spock...how could you...how could you use me?" Jim’s balled up fists tapped his chest as he accented each word.

The lowered voice contrasted with the hurt look that screamed from Jim’s face.

Taking a hesitant step forward, Spock for once in his life span tried to project as much love and warmth in his facial features as possible. "Jim, though I understand how you may have interpreted the log as a study on your behavior, please believe that the individual I was examining and truly questioned was myself!"

"Yeah, right!" Jim said in a distrustful tone. He folded his arms in front of his chest and leaned his hips onto the counter behind him. Kirk’s entire stance was one of defensiveness and expectancy. "Why don’t you explain it to me, First Officer."

Spock, wishing to relay an inoffensive image, drew up a chair that was nearby and sat. With hands clasped between his knees, he began softly. "Jim, please realize you have opened a world of emotions to which I have never before been exposed." As he spoke Spock looked deeply into the eyes of his lover. Fearful of losing such a treasure, the Vulcan dropped his line of vision and talked to the floor.

"With these new emotions I have also developed a new thinking process. No longer am I solely concerned about MY career performance or the persona I project to others. That was all I allowed myself to focus on for most of my life. However, I now am concerned about MY well being, MY emotional state, and – most importantly – how they effect YOU. For YOU are the reason for my emotional existence. I have no doubt that I will be able to perform my duties on this ship, if anything should happen to you, painful though it may be. But what about beyond duty, what then? Would I be able to survive?"

Spock quickly looked up at this last question. Did Jim’s features seem to soften? Uncertain, Spock again focused on the floor in front of his feet. "Logically, I concluded that the answer would be NO. Beyond the realities of our bond, I realized I did not...would not...want to know existence without you. Yes, your emotional well being is very important to me, Jim Kirk, more important than my own. Thus, from this realization more questions had arisen."

"Questions? What questions, Spock?" Kirk’s voice was so soft that at first Spock thought he had imagined hearing it.

Clearing his throat, Spock continued, "How much physical contact is necessary to maintain our intimate relationship? Is it ever possible to have too much sex?" There was a slight pause of embarrassment when he finally finished by asking, "Will you ever tire of me now that we have consummated the relationship?

"I thought through my observations and adding a variable of abstinence I might be able to discover these answers. Yet I believe I have...as Dr. McCoy is fond of stating...’made a mess of things’!"

"Spock." Kirk waited until Spock looked up. "Your experiment may have been more of a success than you give it credit for. Look...yes, we have abstained from sex for almost a week...yes, I am sexually frustrated right now...yes, I could wring your neck for basing an experiment on our relationship. But you should realize by the bond, by the fact that I am still here, that it will take an awful lot to make me leave you."

Chuckling, Kirk added, "I’ll tell you one thing, lover. I can see that ours will never be a boring relationship." Hiking up onto the counter, extending his arms Jim finished by commanding, "Come here, Spock!"

Nothing could keep the Vulcan from his companion now. So being the logical being that he was Spock reached behind himself to reactivate the security lock to the lab door. Standing up he stumbled towards his lover.

Once Spock was in range, Jim grabbed the Vulcan and engulfed him in a strong hug. Breathing in the alien scent, pressing his lips to the soft green neck, Jim whispered, "How could you think I would ever have too much of this?" Spock’s knees seemed to weaken as the human sucked on the tantalizing spot on the Vulcan’s neck. To support his lover, Kirk wrapped his legs around Spock’s hips.

Pressing the beloved body harder into his own, Jim searched for and found one ripe, sweet mouth. The two men began a kiss that reached to the roots of their souls. Tongues and teeth clashed, as did the sounds of twin moans. All the loving elements collided, as if to create a new being, a new universe, a new love.

Kirk’s hands pushed and pulled at Spock as if the captain could not decide what he wanted until he reached between their two bodies. Here he pressed his hand on the answering bulge in Spock’s crotch. Hastily he unzipped the Starfleet issue pants. Pulling out one huge green-steel cock, Kirk clung to the penis as he breathlessly stated in Spock’s mouth, "I want you, Spock. I want to feel you in me!"

After another soul-sucking kiss, Spock gasped into his lover’s ear, "T’hy’la! T’hy’la! My incomplete body and soul are yours. Take me as I am and make me complete!" The Vulcan then reached between their two bodies and unzipped Kirk’s pants. As he tugged the pants down, Jim lifted his hips and scooted down lower on the counter. Throughout all this maneuvering the human did not once remove his legs from around the Vulcan’s waist. It was as though he could not bear the idea of being even an inch apart from Spock.

Once the pants were clear of Jim’s hips and his butt was opened to Spock’s touch, the long tapered fingers began their exploration of the human orifice. Jim was coldly aware of a completion that did not come for suddenly the hands left his butt. Opening his eyes wider he noticed that Spock was reaching to the side of the counter for a container. In the opened jar there was a clear gel that emitted a pleasurable odor of cinnabar and cinnamon. Looking into his lover eye’s the Vulcan raised his eyebrow and stated, "My work in the laboratory was not entirely occupied with the logging of observations, Jim. I produced this gift for you."

Reaching into the container with two fingers Spock scooped out a glob of the gel. The contact of flesh to the substance caused the aroma to strengthen. Then Kirk felt those wonderful fingers up his ass again. This time though the feeling was pleasantly warm, and as the fingers entered his orifice the walls seemed to tingle with a warm and loving sensation. Kirk’s muscles grabbed at Spock’s fingers as if he never wanted the digits to leave. But oh, the feel of those fingers rotating inside him! He knew that this was not enough. He had to have more.

Kissing Spock, he pleaded into his lover’s mouth, "Hurry, Spock, hurry. I don’t think I can stand the wait any longer!" With that the next thing he knew a blunt object was pushing its way up the small tunnel. Usually, there was a slight moment of pain when their intercourse began, but not now. It was as though the substance, whatever it was, eliminated any discomfort.

Once Spock was fully sheathed into his companion there was no stopping the act of love. The sensual sawing of the penis up Kirk’s ass was too much for either one of them to bear. As both men climaxed, they yelled each other names.

Kirk fell back on the counter. Spock collapsed on top of the command gold. Lovingly, Jim stroked Spock’s shoulders. "Oh, I do love you!" Then gently Jim nudged Spock’s chin upward, forcing the Vulcan to look him in the eyes. Oh, how Kirk loved the light green flush of his lover’s passion spent face. "Spock, I’ll never get tired of you. And surely by now you know that I love you...not just your body. Your beautiful spirit is what attracted me to you first. But if we are going to make this relationship grow and flourish we must promise to be open and honest with each other whether it’s through the bond or verbally. You’re not the only one that’s learning...after all this is the first time I have committed myself to a Vulcan! So let’s promise to come to each other with any questions, not to hold back. Agreed?" Spock softly said, "Agreed" as the men sealed the new vow with a kiss.

Sitting up and pushing Spock forward, Jim reached for a nearby container of handiwipes used by the lab technicians. The two quickly cleaned each other. Kirk stated, "You know, Spock, neither one of us has had dinner. How about a bite to eat?"

"That would be most agreeable," answered his mate.

Jim reached for the container of gel just as they started to walk off. As if to respond to the look of one raised eyebrow, Jim said, "Do you realize we have fulfilled your science lab fantasy without leaving the ship? We wouldn’t be able to do it often...but they’re always possibilities."

Tossing the jar once in the air, he continued, "In the meantime...after dinner, of course...we have a lot of lost time to make up, First Officer. I think a conference in my cabin will fit the bill just fine!"