Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!cyclone.tampabay.rr.com!cyclone.austin.rr.com!border2.nntp.dca.giganews.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.newshog.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "justblackchaps" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TOS fic, NC-17, Sluff Festival - Hungry Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 754 Date: Fri, 08 Oct 2004 20:55:04 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1097268904 209.198.142.218 (Fri, 08 Oct 2004 16:55:04 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 08 Oct 2004 16:55:04 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:85037 X-Received-Date: Fri, 08 Oct 2004 13:55:06 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Author: K'Chaps Rating: NC-17 Feedback: justblackchaps at yahoo dot com Note: Written for the Slutfest - just for fun. Pairing: S/crew Summary: Spock has a problem and becomes a slut to solve it. Hungry ********* Spock pulled himself up from the depths of his meditation, and his lips tightened across his mouth. His body rebelled. His mind recoiled. He'd tried the replicator. It wasn't sophisticated enough, and his modifications hadn't helped. He needed a team of people working for five years, and that wasn't possible. Rising to his feet, he straightened his tunic and gathered what he needed. There was nothing else to be done, so he'd do it. The hallways were busy with people. There was a party on deck ten. He remembered approving it. One of the lieutenants was turning forty years old. His hunt would be quick tonight. He positioned himself outside of storage locker number twenty and waited. The ensign approached with a large smile on his face. "Need some help moving something, Mr. Spock?" "Yes, I require your assistance," Spock said carefully as not to lie. He allowed the ensign to proceed him and waited until the door was shut. Locking it, he used his strength to push the ensign against the wall. "What's this?" The ensign wasn't scared. Spock readied his tools. "Stand right there, please. Arms straight out." With a puzzled expression on his face, the ensign did this. Spock attached the clamps around the ensign's wrists. The clamps were strong enough to hold a Klingon and could only be released by wrapping a hand around them. That wasn't possible for the ensign. They made a small clang as they adhered to the metal. The ensign was going nowhere. The ensign stared at him and his wrists. "I - I - I don't understand." "You will." Spock knelt and opened the ensign's trousers. "Eight inches?" "Nine." "And have you eaten protein today?" "Steak and potatoes at lunch." "Ensign, remember to monitor your intake of carbohydrates." Spock stroked the ensign's cock until it was hard. "Eat more vegetables with your steak." "Yes, sir." The ensign groaned softly. "Why? Not that I mind. In fact, go right ahead." "I require the sustenance," Spock said and sucked the big cock deep into his throat. Humans loved it. He worked it up and down, tightening his throat muscles and using his tongue to its full advantage. The ensign struggled; his buttocks began to hit the wall with every stroke. Spock slammed the cock deep and waited for it. Yes, so good. He made sure every drop went into his digestive system. This was necessary to his continued good health. The ensign sagged and slurred, "Mr. Spock, that was fabulous." Spock stood up. "It's unfortunate that you won't remember it." ******** "Spock, is everything going well?" "Yes, Captain." Spock shut the monitor off. "The replacement personnel are all functioning at or above their level of training." Captain Kirk sat down and sipped his coffee. "I meant with you." Spock wasn't sure how to answer that question. "I have had very few adjustments to make with you here as captain." "I think that's a yes." Captain Kirk smiled. "So far, I think we work well together. What's your assessment?" "Your assessment is correct." Spock put his hands in his lap and kept them there. He wanted no accidental contact with his new captain. "The ship is operating smoothly." Captain Kirk nodded. "Chess, later?" "My apologies, Captain, but I am committed to a seminar in the botany lab." Spock found it interesting that the captain sought him out for social situations. "Later then." Captain Kirk picked up his coffee and left the galley. Spock stared at the shut doors and turned his monitor back on, studying the information. There had to be a logical solution to his problem. He knew his body had recently stopped producing a protein that he needed to survive. This protein was unattainable through food or drink. Why was this happening? ******** Spock forced Chekov to come twice before standing up. The human produced inadequate amounts of semen. Chekov was grinning and gasping. "I've never had it better!" "I appreciate your compliments to my skill, but you need to eat more protein and less sugar." Spock found the meld points effortlessly. "I will impart the proper information when I remove your memory of this event." Chekov took a deep breath. Spock was in, out, and gone within moments. The young human had an uncomplicated mind. ******** "Spock?" Spock tore his eyes from the computer screen and focused them on Captain Kirk. "Yes, Captain?" "You look, well, a little under the weather." Captain Kirk didn't sit. "I am fine." Spock forced his eyes to stay on the captain's face. "I should retire for the evening." "Get a good night's rest," Captain Kirk said. "Or report to Dr. McCoy in the morning." "I will endeavor to follow that order," Spock said. He sent all his information to his own computer and cleared the screen. "Thank you, Captain." He left the galley and went to the turbolift. There were two large security men in the turbolift. "Are you on shift or off?" They both looked at him. "We're off duty, sir." "Excellent. I require your help." ******** "He looks odd, Bones." "He's a Vulcan, and only half." "Something's wrong." "I've observed him. He looks fine." McCoy pulled out his feinberger. "I even managed to run this over him while he wasn't looking. Everything reads normal." Captain Kirk shook his head. "Medical science doesn't know everything. Talk to him. Gain his trust." "He doesn't like me all that much." "No one does," Captain Kirk said and grinned. ******** Spock did not report to Dr. McCoy. The human was a capable doctor, but he knew very little about Vulcans. Spock spent the first shift in the lab attempting to synthesize the needed protein. After ten failures, he noticed his hand was shaking, and he sat down to analyze the data again. "Burning the midnight oil, Mr. Spock?" Spock pushed his chair back and stood to face Dr. McCoy, placing his hands behind his back. "I do not require the hours of sleep a human does." "I'm aware of that." McCoy stopped to look over the equipment. "Do you need some help?" Spock reviewed everything again. "Yes, Dr. McCoy. I need a sample." Dr. McCoy came over to him. "What kind of sample?" Spock handed him a large beaker. "A sample of your semen." "Excuse me?" Dr. McCoy took the beaker, but his mouth fell open slightly. "Semen?" "Yes. I'm studying different DNA patterns, proteins, and hormone levels. Will you assist me?" Spock sat back down. Dr. McCoy gave an audible sigh. "I guess it's for science." "Yes. I will destroy it when I'm finished. Thank you." Spock didn't look at the doctor again, but within thirty minutes, the beaker was returned with a full sample inside. Dr. McCoy shifted his feet. "Anything else, Spock?" "No. I will be seeking my quarters soon." Spock ignored the beaker until Dr. McCoy was gone. He used a swab to extract a tiny sample for the computer to analyze. When he saw the data was accurate, he quickly drank the semen. He felt his body immediately respond. The situation was deteriorating. ******** Spock answered the intercom immediately. "Yes, Captain?" "Report to my quarters, immediately." Spock pulled down his tunic and exited his quarters. The walk was a short one. Captain Kirk opened the door and gestured for him to sit. Spock stood. His hands behind him. "Spock, I want to help you, but you have to tell me what's going on!" "Captain, I assure you-" Captain Kirk stepped very close. "Vulcans don't lie, but your assurances are meaningless. I know there's something wrong. I can feel it." Spock could smell the captain's sexual organ. His nostrils flared, and he swallowed. His body ached. His mind desperately sought calm. It wasn't possible. "You are correct." "Tell me. You can trust me. I won't let you down." "I believe that." And Spock did. Captain Kirk was a remarkable captain. "Make it an order, Mister. Spill it!" Spock's body clamored, and to his shame, he lost control, sinking to his knees and gripping Captain Kirk tightly by the hips. "Yes." Captain Kirk stared down at him. "What the hell?" Spock released Captain Kirk's cock and looked up. "I require this. Please do not touch me." Captain Kirk shook his head, but his cock hardened. Spock sucked it down and groaned. He was so hungry. It tasted good, and he needed it. "Why?" Spock refused to answer. He sucked out the first orgasm and wanted more. Captain Kirk pulled out and moved away. "What the hell is going on?" "I'm dying." "And sucking my cock will help?" "Yes." Spock licked his lips to capture the last drop. "I require one more orgasm." Captain Kirk put his hands on his hips. "Well, okay, but then we're going to see Dr. McCoy." Spock would obey that command, but first, he had to have this. The thick cock gliding down his throat, the pre-ejaculate teasing his taste buds, and finally the food he required. Captain Kirk was careful not to touch him with his hands. It was a relief. Spock stood up and refused to meet his captain's eyes. "I will, of course, expect a court martial." "I thought you were dying." "One may supercede the other." Spock led the way to sickbay. He'd done all he could. There was no solution. "Please transport my body back to Vulcan." Captain Kirk gasped. "That is not happening!" Spock needed no encouragement to tell Dr. McCoy the entire story, laying out the data and the details. "So, you've been getting what you need from men on the ship?" Captain Kirk was sitting close by. He'd thrown everyone out of sickbay upon arrival. "Yes. I thought it a short term solution, but I've come to believe that there is no long-term solution." "You'll die if you don't receive this protein on a daily basis," McCoy said. "You do realize that?" "Of course. I had been ingesting it every third day, but it wasn't enough." Spock sat up from the biobed. "There is nothing to do. Confine me to quarters so I don't hurt a crewman, and I will wait." "To die?" Doctor McCoy made a noise that Spock didn't understand. "I'll start working on this. I know a few things you don't about proteins." "In the meantime, Spock, you are confined to quarters," Captain Kirk said. "I'm sure Dr. McCoy can deliver the required, um, protein with your meal." "If I start taking semen samples, there's going to be talk. Someone will figure it out," Dr. McCoy said. "But, don't worry. I'll take care of it." Spock watched them talk and felt a true sense of shame. He was a burden. "Enough. I can not do this any longer." He put on his shirts. "I was clinging to my life. I see now my error." "Spock, you will eat whatever McCoy brings you." Captain Kirk jabbed his finger at him. "That's an order." Spock shook his head. "I belong in the brig - to die alone." "You raped those men?" Captain Kirk spoke quietly. Spock recoiled physically. "It was consensual, but I removed their memory to protect myself. It was wrong." Dr. McCoy pulled Captain Kirk back slightly. "For a Vulcan, it's a crime." "He was protecting himself," Captain Kirk said. "No one was hurt." "But him." Dr. McCoy turned to his computers. "I have plenty of work to do. Captain, confine him to quarters. If he lives, you can court martial him." Spock nodded. "It is appropriate." He left sickbay with Captain Kirk at his side. "I do apologize, Captain." "I don't think an apology is near enough. You should have reported to sickbay as soon as you knew about this!" Captain Kirk informed the turbolift of the correct deck. "Are you so cocksure in your abilities to solve any problem?" Spock looked at his boots and considered his answer. "I am a hybrid. My body chemistry is unique. I will die." "You are underestimating Dr. McCoy." Captain Kirk took Spock to his quarters. "He deserves better." "Perhaps you are correct," Spock said. He sat down at his computer. "Thank you, Captain." Captain Kirk changes the command codes on Spock's door. It would only open for Dr. McCoy or himself. Spock watched approvingly. He couldn't be trusted when the craving struck. It was entirely possible that he'd been irrational for days. Captain Kirk walked over to him. "Do you require anything else?" Spock could smell the arousal on his captain. He didn't understand it, but he needed it. "Most humans aren't capable." "I am." Captain Kirk released his cock. "Why can't I touch you?" "I am a touch-telepath and am extremely sensitive to hands upon my body. I have barriers and shields that must not be breached." Spock told himself no twice before sinking to his knees. "Please do not." "I won't." Captain Kirk stroked himself to full hardness. "How did you solve that problem with the others?" Spock reached into his desk and removed the clamps. "These adhere to metal, effectively restraining the hands. I could not trust them." "I see that." Captain Kirk took the clamps. "I'm ready." Spock groaned deep in his throat and took what he needed, but for the first time he did his Vulcan best to give. ******** "He won't eat." Captain Kirk paced behind the doctor. "I'll talk to him." "This protein deficiency when it grips him makes him incompetent to make rational decisions. He can't be court-martialed." Dr. McCoy sighed and rubbed his face. "He may kill himself from guilt, but there's no punishment that we can give him." "He's punishing himself." Captain Kirk sat down and took the Saurian brandy that waited for him. "We'll let him, but we're purging all knowledge of this from the records." "And if he dies?" "We'll send him home." Captain Kirk looked away. "Work harder." "I will." ******** Spock's body demanded he escaped, and he crouched by the door, the panel open. He'd have it soon. His stomach cramped. His mind thrashed, looking for a solution. "Spock?" Spock swallowed. "I-" Captain Kirk handed him the clamps. "Use me." Spock moved fast. He couldn't think. His needs pushed all aside, demanding that he shove Captain Kirk to a wall and restrain him. He gasped and slid down to his knees. "I can?" "You have my consent." Spock tore the black trousers down and feasted on his captain. ******** "Please, eat some food." "My body expels it." Spock sat on the floor, far away from Captain Kirk. "My extreme apologies." "I gave my consent." Captain Kirk sat down at the computer. "Dr. McCoy will find a cure." "I know he will not." Spock drank the water near him. It would wash down every trace of the semen in his mouth and throat. "If he does, you will transfer me." "Why?" Spock began to wonder if he was the only irrational person in this room. "I have violated your crewmen, and yourself." "As your captain, I am upset that you violated your principles, but Dr. McCoy has pointed out that you were irrational. I have not been injured personally." Captain Kirk sighed softly. "We are a good team. This ship runs better with us on the bridge. I refuse to throw that away because you were hungry." "I could restore their memory of the event." "No, and that's an order. They had a good time. It's done." Captain Kirk walked over to him. "You will penalize yourself appropriately. I'm not qualified." Spock stood up. "Please restrain me." "Why?" "I can open the door." Spock handed Captain Kirk the clamps. "I can't be trusted." Captain Kirk took them and nodded. "Where?" Spock looked around the small room. "The floor would be best." He lay down and put his arms in a position that would not cramp. "Thank you." Captain Kirk clamped him to the floor. "And if you have to use the facilities?" "I will not." Spock shut his eyes. He'd meditate. "My kidneys ceased to function six hours ago." "Damn it." Spock heard the door open and close. He shoved his mind elsewhere. He'd leave this body soon. ******** "Well?" "He's right. His body is shutting off major organs." Dr. McCoy ran the tricorder over the prone Vulcan again. "Did he say anything else?" "He's ready to die." Captain Kirk leaned against the wall. "It's just not right." Dr. McCoy nodded. "Let's get him to sickbay." "He asked me to restrain him." "It was a wise decision. He might have thrown you down to get what he needs." Dr. McCoy went towards the door. "I'll be back with a gurney. Stay with him." ******** Spock opened his eyes. He was in sickbay. Trying to lift his arms, he realized that he'd been restrained. He sank back down. "Spock?" "I am coherent." "I wanted you awake for a few minutes." Dr. McCoy looked down at him. "You need surgery. I need your consent." Spock didn't have enough information to make a choice. "Why?" "Do it, Bones. That's an order!" "Shut up, Jim." Dr. McCoy leaned over Spock again. "Because of the crimes you committed, by Vulcan law, you have the right to die. If I fix you up, I don't want you wasting my time by killing yourself." Spock considered the question carefully. He could die, but living for atonement was the logical choice. "I consent." Doctor McCoy nodded. "I'll do it." Spock forced his body to relax and his mind to peace. ******** "You're sure this will work." "Nothing is one hundred percent, but the gland that produced this protein is killing him." Captain Kirk slammed his hand down. "I want more than that!" "Listen, Jim. The gland changed its chemical composition. Instead of producing iron-based proteins, which he needs in miniscule amounts, it's pumping out copper-based proteins in huge amounts. It's killing him. He's a true hybrid. Some of this, not too much of that. I believe if I remove the gland, his body will compensate. He may need some extra vitamins, but he'll live after the toxins are washed from his body." "Stop talking and do it." Captain Kirk turned completely away. "What do you need me to do?" "I'm bringing in a team. You go to the bridge." Dr. McCoy busied himself. "Now, or I'll have security restrain you, and I can do it." Captain Kirk cursed and left sickbay. Dr. McCoy checked and doubled- checked. He put a gentle hand on Spock. "Not long now." ******** Spock circled lazily, trying to wake up but failing. His body was healing, but his mind didn't want to link to it. "Spock, wake up." Spock heard the urgency, but could do nothing. "I think he needs a shock of some sort," Dr. McCoy said. "Shake him." Spock felt the cool hands of Captain Kirk on him. They pierced his shields, ruptured his barriers, and shook the foundation of his familial bonds. He clanged down into his body and took a wretched gasp. "Release me." Captain Kirk put him down carefully. Spock breathed and let his mind re-establish its authority over his body. That done, he tried to find order in his thoughts. "Spock?" "I am endeavoring to put my mental house in order," Spock said. "Give me a moment." Silence. Spock heard nothing more. He shored up his barriers, made sure his foundation was stable, and resolved to fix his shields later. He had time now. Carefully, he sat up and opened his eyes. "Well that's better," Dr. McCoy said. "Now lie down. You're going to be here a while longer." Spock complied. He looked at his captain. "Thank you, Captain." Captain Kirk shrugged. "You're relieved of duty until further notice. Do what McCoy tells you." "Yes, Captain." Spock clenched his hand so it would not reach for him. "Please return to your duties and do not consider me." "I hate Vulcan stoicism." "Is that what it is? I just thought he was stupid," Captain Kirk said. He left with a wave. Spock stared after him. He would always regret - yes, regret was the correct emotion -these events. He purged the emotion. It had happened. It was over. He'd live his life accordingly. "Spock, you must do two things for me." Dr. McCoy lowered the bed and raised Spock's torso. "Eat and take these pills." "I would like a complete report on what you discovered." Spock was hungry, for food. Dr. McCoy pulled up a chair after putting the meal on the table across Spock's lap. "I have all my notes here. Read them at your leisure, but the long and the short of it is - you ate meat." "I do not recall eating meat. I am a vegetarian." "For a reason. Someone, when you were younger, ran a complete diagnostic of your developing body and discovered that you require very little iron-based proteins. These were produced by a gland that I have no name for, but resided near your liver." Dr. McCoy took a sip of coffee. "This doctor understood that any more in your body than what you produced naturally would throw your body into chaos. He restricted your diet. I received the records from your family. Who was this doctor?" "Unknown. I was a child and called him `Doctor.' I'm sure my father knows." Spock tentatively took a bite of the broccoli. It was very good. He ate some more. "I have not eaten meat." "It's not in the record, but someday you can ask him, and yes, you did." Dr. McCoy nodded. "Remember the party we threw when Captain Kirk came aboard?" "Yes. I did eat at it, but only tofu." Spock paused. "It tasted odd, but good." "Those hot dogs were meat, not tofu dogs. It was a special treat. Well, not for you." Spock shut down his physical reaction to this news. He had to eat. "My body reacted poorly." "To say the damn least. Your gland began crazily pumping copper- based proteins into your body to compensate. Now you received no iron, none at all." "So I found another solution. It is illogical. I should have eaten meat." "You have trained yourself not to. You didn't even consider it. Meanwhile, all the copper was poisoning you, making you irrational. I flushed it out." Dr. McCoy drank his coffee. "It is an interesting case, but you have another problem now." "I will have to monitor my protein levels and adjust them as needed." Spock finished his meal and took his meds. "You removed the gland." "Yes. I believe your body will find a solution, but we'll have to watch, carefully." Dr. McCoy took the tray and his cup to the recycler. "Next time you're sick, just come to me." Spock wouldn't logically agree to that, but he would consider it. He had underestimated Dr. McCoy. "I wasn't rational because of the poison." "No kidding." Dr. McCoy grinned. "Semen sample - what a crock of shit!" "I did use it to try to isolate the correct protein." "Before you drank it." Dr. McCoy laughed. "Get some rest. I'll release you at alpha shift, not one second before." Spock shut his eyes to escape the laughter. If he lived to be four hundred, he'd never forget feeling - yes, feeling - stupid. ******** Spock had only question before he left sickbay. "What if I consume meat again?" "We'll deal with it. Maybe nothing will happen." Dr. McCoy shrugged. "I'll need you in here every day until we understand the correct levels and how to keep them there." Spock had known this. "I will report here every day before my shift begins." "Good." Dr. McCoy turned away, going to his office. He was laughing. Spock went to his quarters. A human would hide in shame, but he was Vulcan and endured with no emotion. He sat at his computer and organized the work he'd neglected. Captain Kirk had done much of it. Spock's door beeped. "Come." Captain Kirk came inside and stood over to him. "How are you?" "Apparently adequate. Dr. McCoy has restricted me for one more full day, and then I can return to full duty." Spock stood. "There is much for us to discuss, but I find that I have no words." Captain Kirk nodded. "These are yours." He dropped the clamps on the desk chair. "I'm going to give you some truth." Spock didn't move. Logically, he should have packed immediately. "I liked it. I wanted more." Captain Kirk bit his lip. "I'm not ashamed that I took advantage." Spock found that fascinating. "We used each other." "I wonder." Captain Kirk went to the door and deleted his command codes. "If you ask me, I'll walk to the wall and smile." Spock glanced at the clamps. They would be necessary, for now. Captain Kirk had destroyed Spock's shields easily. "Do I have to ask?" Captain Kirk grinned. He brushed back his hair. "One of us does." "And are you?" Spock would never intrude himself upon another, not again, not for any reason. He'd die first. "The poison made you sick. You'd never have done those things sane." Captain Kirk went to the wall. "Yes. I'm asking." Spock picked up the clamps and used them. His captain gave out a groan. "It is no excuse. Next time I'll die." "Not if you're nuts." Captain Kirk smiled. "Something to remember." Spock knelt. Would this small amount of protein affect him, or would he require it? Unknown, but he'd work with Dr. McCoy to come to an understanding of his body's needs. He released Captain Kirk's cock. "May I call you Jim?" "Yes. I would appreciate it, Spock." Jim tugged on the clamps. "If you don't use these, I will grab your head and thrust." "I did calculate that possibility at ninety-nine percent." Spock took a cautious lick of the pre-ejaculate on Jim's cock. Would it taste bad? No, it didn't. It wasn't excellent, but it was still good - very good. He was still hungry. "I can always face the wall." Jim moved his hips. "Right?" "I hadn't considered it, but it is logical." Spock allowed his genitalia to fill with blood. "I can also put you down lower." "I'll get tired of standing here." Spock took the cock in his mouth. He had much to learn with his new captain. ********* End - Hope you had as much fun as I did! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: