Anticipation was not an emotion Spock had intended to allow himself to feel; yet, it made itself known despite him, and that it was never satisfied made it harder to suppress, each time the Captain walked past or stood near and conscientiously avoided even the brush of their sleeves.

For verizonhorizon's prompt: "You know what would be really erotic for Vulcans? Henna hand art."

Charles liked to tell people that the first time they met, Serik punched a kitten. (Or, the one where Erik is an angry Vulcan, Charles is still a telepath, and grief still shapes their lives.)

In which Kirk and Spock have had sex half a dozen times, but this time it counts.

Bones pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alright, let me get it straight. A good chunk of the crew saw you and the hobgoblin trying to suck each other's faces off, but you're insisting that you've never kissed and that you're just friends. Oh, and let's not forget the little detail that both of you have girlfriends."

Kirk and Spock temporarily have charge of a kid.

He knew the calm before a storm when he saw it. And one had been brewing for weeks now.

This is not exactly what Jim thought the 'exploring strange new worlds and exotic civilizations' was about. Also, Vulcans are kind of crazy. Jim and Spock go through a alien ritual, which, yes, changes everything -- he's hoping for the better. Spock just wants to get through this with his sanity, if not his dignity, mostly intact.

If a Vulcan has an emotional reaction, and there’s no one around to see it, does it still have any significant impact?

He knew his friend was puzzled by Spock and Uhura, but the fact that Jim seemed to be pining over the woman confused him. He had a high measure of respect for Uhura for flat out denying Jim. It was good for the captain to know that he wouldn’t get everything he wanted, but Bones was tired of seeing him act like a sullen child about it.

For a genius, you’re a goddamn idiot.

It takes Jim a few minutes of standing in the corridor staring at Spock's door before he realizes why it didn't work. They always take their meals together. And, Jim realizes, he always smiles and flirts with Spock. Spock had no idea anything was going on at all. Perhaps he needs advice.

Because this is a normal relationship that progresses along normal lines at a normal speed. Because either of them even knows what a normal relationship might look like.

She wouldn’t quite say it’s love, but they’re two young people mutually attracted to each other, and as much as Spock’s Vulcan side hates to admit any human weakness like lust, it’s only logical to Nyota that they’d be touching and feeling, testing each other and their boundaries, as much as possible, in rare moments alone even more so.

The first time it happens, it just, sort of, well, it happens. He's sitting on the bridge, and they're kind of talking, but mostly just barking orders at everyone who'll listen because it's a bit of an emergency, and Kirk's got something about crew morale in the back of his mind because he's a damn good captain. And he's thinking about making them laugh, but he's also thinking about making sure they don't all die in the next ten minutes.

The first time, Jim’s straddled above him and writhing, arms trembling either side of McCoy’s waist.

As much as Kirk tried not to let himself be influenced by old Spock's memories of the future, even he had to admit that he was having difficulty. It wasn't any specific event that bothered him, but the whole tone of the bridge was different. Spock was different. In old Spock's memories, Kirk had felt the two of them like two halves of a single whole, two sides of the same coin. They worked together like a well-oiled machine. He barely had to give an order before Spock had already carried it out, often anticipating him even before Kirk himself knew he was going to make the request. But that was old Spock and his Kirk. This was different, and after experiencing that sort of connection, the difference was frustrating.

He is somewhat reluctant to admit it, but he and Spock still aren’t actually friends. Jim doesn’t fight with him any more – they work together well enough on the bridge, and there’s been no punches thrown since that first time. When he turns to Spock after Scotty (or, God help him, Chekov) has explained something that would be incomprehensible even without the accent, Spock translates. He’s even lost about fifty-percent of the mild condescension. Jim can deal with the other fifty-percent; he’s had enough women berate him for his arrogance to understand a healthy pride in your own abilities. It’s the other times that bother him.

"It isn't until things quiet down-- really quiet down-- that Kirk is able to let his brain come out of action mode and start processing everything that's happened to him."

"You showed a remarkable ability to function commendably even after enduring great physical stress."

Spock had not intended to watch them. He had only been at the dock because he had been unable to resist the temptation of seeing the Enterprise again, as illogical as that was.

"They’ll never let me on the bridge again. No, I’ll get thrown in the brig. I’ll get thrown off the ship. I’ll be executed!"

I am aware that you may not rely on these testimonials in order to appoint me, but the Admiralty will require sufficient documentation to verify my commission.

A bad day for McCoy and the Enterprise leads him to break a promise to himself about his best friend.

"If the Captain requires someone to monitor his diet and activities until he is more stable, I will volunteer for such a duty," Spock says, and that's where it starts.

It was clever, Kirk thinks, shackling them within reach of each other. Your garden-variety evil aliens would've known to chain them up so they could see each other-- that's a piece of cake to an experienced torturer-- but this, tying them up with enough give on the chains so they can reach out to each other-- is really cruel.

Who knows James T. Kirk better than James T. Kirk?

They had taught him all about the physical size of it in the Academy, of course; he knew that the Galaxy was about twenty-five kiloparsecs across, which was the length of the old Route 66 about 2 x 1014 times over. He'd worked that out once, doodled in the margin of his notebook in class, but he still hadn't really comprehended it. Because every time it was impressed on him just how monumentally vast space was, all he heard was the potential for new planets to explore, new life and civilizations to find. And while that was true, he had never really grasped that in between lay vast expanses of emptiness.

"I'm afraid I am not familiar with that expression, Mr. Scott. What do you mean by 'they have got no balls?'"

It is the third mission of his command, and Captain James T. Kirk suspects he is going insane.

"How about this: you're ten kinds of a mess, chasing every set of legs in skirts or pants all over campus, you probably have twelve different diseases that haven't been diagnosed yet and I don't even need to count the ones that have, and you're a self-absorbed, emotionally stunted asshole who falls in and out of bed with someone new on a daily basis, if not hourly."

I can't tell from Spock, hobgoblin physiology being screwy and all, but the captain seems to be about six. Guessing that they've both lost the same number of years, Spock must be about the same.

"I think the Keptan has an interest in Commander Spock."

At times, the images anger him. The man who put them there angers him. What gave him the right to leave him shaking and weak and compromised? What right did he have to force his own, alternate reality onto him? Where did he get off making him see things he could never…

The medical bay on the Enterprise is, like the rest of the ship, state-of-the-art. Its walls and floor and ceiling are a brilliant, oddly-cool white, and the chrome instrumentation by every bed and lining much of the wall-space gleams beautifully under the overhead fluorescents. The beds are soft and clean enough to keep any waylaid crew member at least comfortable, and the facilities are so well-equipped and up-to-date that any medical professional would likely make several killings just for a chance to touch them, let alone work with them. Ordinarily, Leonard McCoy would be beyond proud (and rather self-satisfied, if he may say so himself) of being able to call this beauty of a clinic his.

Jim quickly figures out he has to break the rules if he’s going to survive on the Enterprise.

There was something devastatingly cute about the mix of wide brown eyes, pale skin, pointed ears, and neat hair cut when packaged in a body barely over three feet tall and swimming in a blue science uniform top and dark undershirt that was entirely too big for his body.

Jim was using him. Perhaps it was that he was so used to seeing the physical effects of blatant cruelty that it hurt as much as it did when his rose-colored glasses were ripped suddenly away.

Two years later, the pon farr finally catches up with them.

Do not watch soap operas. You'll find yourself making too many comparisons with your crewmates.

Jim isn't about to keep Bones from accepting a really good offer; also, talking about feelings is hard.

He follows Jim to the bridge, where Jim promptly sits down in the big chair, curls his legs up under him, and smiles beatifically. "I IZ KEPTAIN. I HAS A COMMAND."

He wakes up with Spock's hand on his hip. Naked hip. Huh. Well, this is interesting.

You get two alpha types together, and there are going to be fireworks. There always have been, even back when they hated each other. Jim likes fireworks, and these are better than most.

Jim couldn’t control the shit-eating grin on his face. He probably looked like a whack job, but so the fuck what? He was on shore leave and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to enjoy every minute of it. There was something incredibly simple and fun about grocery shopping.

Five times Pavel Chekov hated being the only seventeen-year-old on the Enterprise.

Contrary to popular belief, James Tiberius Kirk has not slept with the entire crew of the USS Enterprise. No, really.

Jim has a pet. His pet is not a Vulcan. It is not even a half-Vulcan. Jim's pet is a Tribble.

Spock needs Jim's help with a little experiment.

The captain cannot know about touch telepathy—he has encountered it, but it is likely that he assumes that the psi points are the only way of telegraphing; it is likely that it was an errant fantasy. Though it was… fascinating. And rather stimulating.

Pavel Chekov sighed, a soft, joyful smile pulling at his blood-stained lips. His eyes slipped closed and Spock gently stroked his forehead as the young navigator’s lungs ceased to function and his heart slowly stopped.

Wherein Spock and Kirk, now married, meet up with Spock Prime once more, and Kirk considers the nature of his relationship with his first officer.

Detective Spock, born on Vulcan and resident of San Francisco, is assigned to the Midwest police bureau. I think everyone can guess what happens next.

Because Ahlee is new to the bridge, she cannot tell if her colleagues have also noticed Spock’s disquiet. She finds herself distracted by his distraction, which she cannot understand and which does not match her expectations of a senior Starfleet officer, let alone a Vulcan senior officer.

"Well, I don't want to intrude or anything but -- I've been kidnapped. Nothing major yet, just some light torture, the usual."

"We're talking about sex, Spock. You calling me captain now takes it to a whole new level of kinky."

He was the Senior Medical officer on the Starfleet Flagship and that was true, but he was also a maudlin old man who was drinking the most expensive brandy he could afford with the same grace as the boys back home would swill backwoods moonshine. And he was drinking it alone.

The first time Spock woke up with the captain in his bed, it was because of the very strangeness. There was some sort of cool, clinging blanket wrapped around him. There was also a smaller point of heat pressing against his shoulder blades, but that he easily identified as Tribble, Ship's-Cat 3rd Class (Under Fifty Pests Exterminated). He and the ship's-cats did not, exactly, get along, but they frequented his quarters because of the higher heat, and often curled up around him when he was in the rec areas. He did not find it unacceptable to share his bed with them or allow them to sit near him. He was always slightly cold, and the creatures were a welcome source of radiated heat. The other presence, however, was unexpected.

He is four years old. His father is dead, his father’s people glad to be rid of the traitor. He has only his mother and his mind, and both seem liable to break.

"Damnit, Spock, we're your friends, not some human laboratory specimens!"

It’s not every day you catch a Vulcan jerking himself off.

In which the subgenre of pon farr fic is mercilessly and lovingly deconstructed, with Wagner.

Five Things that Scotty Noticed and Didn’t Mention to the General Public, And One Thing That Spread Around the Enterprise Within Five Minutes of him Seeing It.

Uhura hates James T. Kirk because he never seems to do what is expected. Things get messy when Jim makes Spock do unexpected things in return.

McCoy knew that he had issues, he didn’t have to mull them over every other second to make sure they were still there.

Kirk is thinking a lot of things right now. The first thing to pop into his head is that he should kiss Bones. But really, he shouldn't, because that would get messy and Bones would probably jam a hypospray in him for going bonkers, and Spock might be tempted to strangle him, and he can't have his CMO dying of asphyxiation because it looks bad on the Captain's log and reflects poorly on his annual Starfleet review. So he shouldn't kiss Bones, but he'd like to.

While it is highly improbable, due to fundamental gravitational interactions, for a stable planetary body to take the shape of a finite convex disc rather than the more common oblate spheroid, it is not physically impossible for the accretionary process to create--

This story was inspired by the barrage of debate at st_xi_kink -- surprisingly chatty for a supposed kink meme -- as to who tops, Kirk or Spock, and modelled (with permission) on the incomparable astolat's response to the equally burning question re Sam and Dean in Supernatural.

Seven times the crew of the Enterprise meet the Endless.

Uhura realizes that she and Spock share an attraction.

"Incredible gay sex, keptain."

It makes a little more sense, now, to McCoy. He’s only just been kidnapped by motherfucking space pirates, and, no, not just any pirates. That would be too mundane. He’s been kidnapped by the most infamous captain of all the little gangs that fly around in uncharted space, sticking their tongues out at the Federation, because that’s just how McCoy rolls, apparently.

The answer is √π233/hy7. Has been for all three months of the first semester. Jim's not sure why the galaxy's best and brightest haven't realize that, but it's not his school, not his problem.

"I do not care even a little bit. Take Vulcan or go back to Tactics with your tail between your legs, but I've done you enough favors. Leave now."

"It would seem that a side-effect of this repression is that all of my sexual urges have been repressed as well. This is not uncommon, as most Vulcans only mate when biologically driven to."

The Enterprise is ordered to pick up a Vulcan Healer and transport him to the new colony. Once there they are scheduled to remain and assist with the early stages of setting up the colony. Kirk's liaison is his 'old friend' Ambassador Spock, now known as Elder Sepak, who takes the opportunity to help Kirk and Spock become better acquainted.

“Oh, no, this test isn’t for you. The wager is for you. The test is for your young counterparts...do you believe in fate?"

Jim’s first thought upon waking is that everything has gone completely, mysteriously, and catastrophically pink.

She's a press secretary, a PR manager; she's the one who keeps them on-message. She's the one who takes the make-shift bombs from Kirk's fingers.

When he was a kid, all Hikaru ever wanted was to fly.