Title: The Black Rhino's Horn Author: Istannor Series: TOS Part: 1/1 Rating: NC 17 Codes: M/F Summary: This is set after Where No Man Has Gone Before. It details Spock making certain discoveries about his Captain and himself that truly begin their journey together. This is in response to Jungle Kitty's Challenge These are the characters of paramount and Viacom, they own them I only check 'em out from the library. I promise to bring 'em back. archiving okay just leave me attached. Challenge Phrases >Kirk ordered another beer >Most things were available on the planet. >Spock had not been on the planet. >Therefore, the captain had wanted Spock. >The Vulcan took a deep breath, straightened his tunic, and stepped forward. Kirk ordered another beer. His eyes scanned each quadrant of the room. The bar room was lush with alien foliage that hung down from the walls and ceilings. A waterfall dominated one wall. Sounds of birds and giant insects played in background. Women and men, both human and not, were scattered around the club. Many were looking at him. His eyes came to rest on a Deltan female. She felt his gaze and looked up, returning it with hooded eyes, and one shoulder slightly jutting forward. Yes, she would be the one- for now. She would be the one to touch him and return to him a taste of his humanity. He needed to be touched, desperately to come back from where he had banished himself. She would do. He waited and she smiled slightly in invitation; bringing him up out of his seat to walk slowly over to her. He could feel the eyes on him. Today he would revel in it. He allowed his muscles to flow and his walk changed to say: wait, I may pick you next. The Deltan allowed just hints of her scent loose in the room. Kirk gave himself permission to react. It gave him pleasure to walk across the room with an erection. He tasted the response as the onlookers noted and absorbed it all. Perhaps she would be enough, but he doubted it. Today he needed - everything. Spock had not been on the planet. All the leave personnel had beamed down already, and even though the Vulcan had leave coming, he had chosen not to take it. He did not wish to participate in the circuits the humans usually made of the bordellos and nightclubs, illogically resulting in them returning to the ship, ill and drunk. He considered it a most irrational way to spend relaxation time. He experienced a momentary twinge of an emotion he would have described as guilt, if he had been inclined to admitting that he had emotions. His subdued and distant Captain, his secretly admitted friend had beamed down to the planet alone for his leave. Dr. Piper had been ill and unable to accompany him; the rest of the Crew was too intimidated by him to even offer their company. Kirk usually was in the with Lee Kelso and Gary Mitchell on his Shoreleaves, surrounded by two humans he trusted and laughed with. Both were now dead. Gary Mitchell had used a power cable to strangle Kelso with his newly acquired esper powers. James Kirk had killed Gary Mitchell with a laser rifle and a fifty ton rock. They had been his two best friends and they were dead. Spock did not feel that he would be an adequate substitute; therefore did not offer. He stood and watched a very quiet , very young Captain beam down to the surface of Wrigley's pleasure planet alone. Kirk's face would have made a Vulcan proud. Spock sat in his lab and tried to concentrate on his ongoing Experiments, but his mind continued to wander to the face of his Captain, alone on that transporter pad. The Human had touched a part of him that he would prefer to never admit existed. He felt for the Human. He felt concern, admiration and another much more poorly defined emotion he did not feel comfortable contemplating. Spock thought about the last two weeks since Mitchell's death. Gary, Lee, and the Ship's psychiatrist had all been lost on Delta Vega after the Enterprise had attempted to pierce the wall that surrounded the galaxy. Nine crew members had died, instantly, but Gary and Dr. Dana had been transformed into something that became more and more powerful and power-mad until they had finally had to be destroyed. Kirk had tracked down his best friend alone, with nothing but a phaser rifle and killed him. Kirk had not said a single word unrelated to his duty since he had beamed back aboard the Ship. Except when he took Spock aside to tell the acting First Officer that he had been right. "Spock, always tell me what you think. I value that. I require that, from you." Then Kirk had left and they had not spoken again. Spock had approached Doctor Piper later, regarding the Captain's state of mind The doctor told him only time would tell. Two hours into his experiment, Spock gave up with a sigh. The Human's face was a disturbing distraction. It was interfering with his efficiency. Perhaps, if he reassured himself that Kirk was recovering from his traumas he could return successfully to his work. Spock changed into an off- duty tunic and trousers and made his way to the transporter room. He pinpointed the Captain's location and arranged for a beam down to a nearby commercial pad. The transporter pad was in a calmer area of Wrigley's. The buildings were close together Their entrances were all hidden behind porticos and alcoves. Some buildings had signs hanging out front ,that glowed garishly. The tale of what races or preferences they catered to were illustrated or written in Standard, along with several other languages. The area also seemed to have an unusual number of private clubs, with discrete members only signs. Spock had never been to this neighborhood; he had not even been aware that it existed. Kaadith, he was not here to explore. He had a purpose and it was time to get to it. He would ascertain the well-being of his captain and then he would return to the ship. He followed his coordinates down the street until he came to his destination. The club looked quiet and had a tasteful and muted exterior, of vine covered walls. A small sign hung over the street and it read: "The Black Rhino's Horn". It was a most cryptic moniker to the Vulcan. Then, he realized the significance of rhino horns to earth mythology. It had been consumed as an aphrodisiac until the early twenty-first century. He entered a twilit anteroom with hanging vines and sounds of rustling and jungle birds. A Deltan male, clothed only in body paint and a single strategically placed leaf. He approached Spock. "Sir, may I welcome you to the Black Rhino's Horn. We ask that you respect the wishes of any patron as to their choices for the evening. We accept Federation credits or verifiable chits only. Would you like an escort for this evening or would you prefer to be unattached?" "I would prefer to be unattached." "Very well, Sir. If you will accompany me?" The Deltan allowed the faintest whiff of pheromone to waft across the room. It could only be deliberate in an adult of his species. The Deltans considered Vulcans and Humans to be sexually immature species. Spock thought the converse was true. They took a perverse pleasure in teasing. Spock ignored it. The next room was large, dominated by an encircling bar. Beings of various species and sizes were scattered around, in conversation, or openly engaged in intimate congress. Spock found the milieu mildly interesting. He did not understand the need for beings to engage in sexual contact in view of other beings, but it was a unexpected example of IDIC. A dance floor dominated the center of the room and a score of couples were dancing wildly or languidly to Altairan music that thrummed and pounded in the Vulcans ears. The place was apparently not a bordello, but more like a club. As Spock looked more closely he could see that some of the couples were across species and many of them were same sex, humanoid and non human. He did not see Kirk anywhere. The bar reminded Spock of his Captain, on some level. It was obviously a place where choice was along the lines of inclination, not restricted in any way. Spock moved slowly through the rooms, surveying each in turn. Finally he reached the back room where a small Jazz band played to a secluded audience seated around small tables scattered around the room. Spock knew the Captain was here, somewhere. The locator's coordinates were exact. He decided to sit for a moment and wait. The band was playing a type of Jazz that Spock had found esthetically pleasing in the past. Perhaps sensing his lack of interest, few approached him; those that did, he turned away with a polite shake of his head. Suddenly, he felt Kirk's presence, he knew he was close. Spock's ability to sense his Captain's presence had been increasing over the last few months. The Vulcan preferred to ignore what that implied. Spock turned, and there out of a side door he had not noted before; strolled his Captain. Spock sat stunned. That was definitely not the Jim Kirk he had come to check on, the man who had beamed down from the ship. Kirk was barechested, with his hair ruffled and falling across his face: his cowlick had at last been given its freedom. He was dressed in a loose pair of thin black silky drawstring pants, slung low on his hips to give a teasing glimpse of the hair rising from below. He was barefoot. One dilithium earring hung from an earband on his left ear. On his arm was a Deltan female, who could only be described as absolutely beautiful. They stopped in the doorway and she embraced him and kissed him languidly, rubbing her hands along his chest. Then, she whispered a few words to him and left. Spock was transfixed. This was not a Starship Captain. This creature flowing across the room with the grace of a lion, showed no evidence of restraint or control ...he was primordial. A predator, a wanton emblem of the lusts that condemned Humans to lack of control. The man that Spock thought he knew was nowhere visible. Kirk went to sit at the bar. Immediately two women and one man got up and slowly approached him, like a wall of fog. First the dark-haired woman began to lean against him and stroke his chest and thighs as she whispered to him. The small brown skinned female came around to his back and entered the conversation as she ran her fingers through his hair. Her body rubbed against him provocatively. Kirk turned around to allow them greater access to his body and Spock took a quick intake of breath as Kirk's sensuality, his smell came across the room to where Spock sat in the dark If asked, Spock would have described his captain as esthetically pleasing. Now, he saw something darker, needier, reaching out to him across the room. The male, a Betazoid, leaned in to say something to Jim in his ear. The human shook his head once, no. He opened his eyes briefly to look at the Betazoid and allowed a smile to ease the refusal. He pulled the man close and slowly and thoroughly kissed him before he pushed him gently away to return across the room, alone. Spock felt as if he was an intruder of the highest order. This was not something he felt his Captain wanted anyone from the ship to see. However, if he left his dark corner, he most assuredly would be seen. He had no choice but to stay. "Gorgeous isn't he?" A voice startled him out of his frantic musings. The Betazoid that Kirk had refused had somehow made it across to the room and sat down next to the Vulcan. Spock was astonished; no-one should have been able to approach that near without his awareness. "I would love to take that one where ever he would go. Can't you feel it? He's broadcasting like a damn beacon: Fuck me, Fuck me. I can see you've picked up the signals, my Vulcan friend, but forget it. He only does women. Now I, on the other hand, consider you to be terribly enticing. Perhaps, we can retire to someplace more comfortable?" Spock shook his head once in negation as his eyes remained on his Captain. The Betazoid's chatter went on in the background as the shorter woman began to move down Kirk's smooth chest with her lips and hands. She slowly pushed him back in the cushioned seat against the bar into the lips of the other woman. As one they moved across his body in waves, slowly, smoothly, tasting and nipping. Finally both moved down to the black silk and freed his straining erection. Kirk gasped audibly as one began to go down on his shaft with slow, deep, sucking moves. When she let him go the other took him in his mouth. They continued alternating as Kirk played his hands over their bodies finding and searching out all their secrets spots with his hands, reading them like notes in Braille. The shorter female climbed up on the chair and stood above him, exposing herself to his kisses and fingers. The chair reclined back to effectively become, a bed. The music played on in the background. Spock could not hear anything else but the roaring in his chest as his heart beat thunderously. He fought for control. He felt his erection strain against his pants. The Betazoid grew quiet beside him as he too, was drawn into the scene. Spock could feel the panting of the smaller man as The Betazoid used his hand to pleasure himself. Spock's eyes were glued to the scene in front of him, his eyes were glued to Kirk. The taller woman stood and moved over Kirk's lap. She straddled Kirk's impressive erection and rammed herself down on it with a loud cry of pleasure. She took him in one fell swoop. Her head and back arched back as she grabbed the legs of the kneeling woman and began to move up and down, side to side. Riding and Crying, she arched and bucked in a rhythm as old as life. Kirk powerfully pushed against her, meeting thrust for thrust, move for move. His mouth never left the woman that rode his lips. Finally, the other woman screamed as she came in great shuddering gasps and fell forward to rest her head briefly on the back of her friend. She rose and sat to the side as she languidly stroked both of her recent Partners, as though petting cats. Kirk suddenly lifted the remaining woman from his face and turned her around to lay her down on the end of the chair. He did not hesitate as he entered in one thrust. Spock's view now included the his Captain's muscular full buttocks, as he moved smoothly in and out of the moaning woman on the chair. The small Betazoid next to Spock gasped at the sight and he could hear the man accelerate his attack on his personal flesh. The Vulcans senses were near to burnout. He was not sure how much more he could take of this without risking being seen during a panicked retreat. He could hear the Betazoid climax in painful gasps next to him, as he whispered again and again "Too strong, he's too strong, feelings too strong." Kirk's back flexed and rolled as he pushed his partner inexorably to completion. Sweat rolled down his back and the Vulcan's upper lip. Finally the woman beneath Kirk screamed breathlessly as she climaxed. Kirk continued thrusting beyond hearing or knowing anything but his need. Kirk tried to find himself with his dick and searched and searched. Kirk was lost. He moved harder, faster, more urgently. His hips moved towards Spock's face, then into the dark moistness of the woman he had chosen for the moment. Again and again he thrust until the Vulcan was no longer able to hide behind the controls of a lifetime. He felt the Human's needs and lusts break over his shields like an avalanche. Kirk's agonizing pain and isolation which he tried to push back with touching and being touched, poured out. His need for love that this place, these nameless partners, could never meet. He felt it all as he and his Captain came at the same time in a long shuddering death of intellect . Spock sat still. There was no movement possible for him. He watched as his Captain slowly stood up and put his penis back into his pants. He pulled both of his partners towards him, drew them into an embrace and kissed them hungrily. After a few whispered words he led them through the door he had entered from with the Deltan only a short while before. Spock sat until he was sure he once again had control of his faculties. Fortunately his tunic would hide the evidence of his lapse. He returned to the ship and spent the next eight hour shift in deep meditation. His Captain returned the next morning dressed once again in his uniform. Spock arranged to be there when he beamed up. "Captain. I trust you had an enjoyable shoreleave." The human looked at him inscrutably. "It was uneventful, Mr. Spock. Anything to report?" "No sir. All systems are currently optimal." Kirk nodded once and moved to walk past him. The Vulcan could tell that he was not yet back to emotional well-being. It had not sufficed for him: whatever else had happened had not been enough. The human stopped at the door to the transporter room, to turn and find his first officer's eyes still locked on him. Kirk stood there and watched the Vulcan wordlessly ,tasting the air like a sensitive... which all his tests said he was not. He could not suspect. Spock's gut tightened but his face remained expressionless. " Do you have time for a game of chess, Mr. Spock? I find myself at loose ends for the moment." Spock looked at the hazel eyes that still glinted with unvoiced pain. Pain, that all the sex of the past hours, had not erased from his body. Somewhere in the pain was also an offer, slight, distant, but there nonetheless. >Help me Vulcan, come close, if you dare.< "I have no pressing duties, Captain. A game of chess would be most relaxing, especially since I will win." Kirk grunted. A smile almost made it to his face. "Come on, Science Officer, let me teach you the value of humility... and of never making promises you are unable to keep." Spock sensed that Kirk's statement had many levels of meaning, but he planned on using his years at this man's side to discover them all.