ivycross

Title: The Gift That Keeps on Vexing, Part Five
Author: ivycross
Beta: pamdizzle but all mistakes are mine
Series: Mirrorverse
Rating: NC-17
Length: 4,358l
Warnings: N/A
Summary: It is Solstice and Captain Kirk keeps receiving gifts from a secret admirer. The thing is Kirk doesn't want the gifts or an admirer, because it would be daft to think that there is someone who actually wants him and not his command.

A week pasted and Kirk fell back in to his normal pattern of life aboard the ISS Enterprise. He seemed to have leveled off emotionally and as long as he did not think about the events of the last two weeks then he remained fine. He had not heard anything else from his admirer and for that he was thankful.

Then one evening he came in to his room after a long shift and found a large gold wrapped package sitting on his bed with a note attached to it. Kirk tore the note off the box and read it almost knowing what it said before he read it.

"To my Beloved Captain.

It grieves me that I was not able to attend the ball and be with you. I understood from ship rumor that you had look splendid and I am sorry that I could not have witnessed your glory for myself. I understand that you are no longer interested in me since I have given you little reason to trust me, but I ask that you accept this one last gift. It was made for you to wear on New Years and regardless of your feelings towards me; I still want you to have it.

I will not lie to you though. I do have another motive here. I am asking for your forgiveness and that you will join me on the observation deck for the New Year tomorrow night. If you show then perhaps we can talk and still work something out. If not, I will understand completely. Either way I do ask that you accept my gifts and know that I never meant to hurt you.

Forever and always I will remain your faithful and besotted servant."

Kirk blinked. It had been what he expected but at the same time it still surprised him to read the words on the page. He cast the note aside and opened the box. Under the colored tissue paper there lay a mound of green and gold silk.

Kirk licked his lips as he looked down into the box. So they wanted another chance? Fine, Kirk thought. He had nothing to lose but if got he stood up again, he would tear the ship apart to find this person and make them wish they had never met him. Smiling to himself, Kirk replaced the tissue paper and the lid to the box. He moved the box off his bed and gave it once last look before he headed back out of his cabin.

"Till tomorrow."

*****

As he entered the observation deck and shut the door behind him, Kirk felt more than a little silly. That feeling had not been helped by the strange looks he had gotten from the other crew as he made his way there. Some people act as if they had never seen a grown man in a full Kimono before. He stood by the door nervousness eating at his resolve. That's it. I'm going back to my room and this will have never happened. He turned and started to go back out the door, a voice broke through the silence.

"Captain? Is that you?" It was the same rough mechanical voice as before. Kirk watched as from a corner of the deck a figure stood and walked towards him. They were not shrouded a hood and cloak, but dressed in a kimono made of black and silver and covering their face was an elaborate Kabuki mask. They came right up to him and stopped.

"Captain. You look remarkable." The voice came out breathy and the sound made Kirk's knees weak. The figure held out a hand. "Will you join me?"

Kirk said nothing but gently placed his hand in theirs, hearing a hiss of breath as their skin touched. He was led back a to a corner and saw that a short table had been laid out.

"My own version of Hatsugama if you will. Please sit," the figure said as they moved around to one side of the table and knelt down. Kirk followed suite and looked around.

"Are we the only ones here?" He asked.

"We are. Does that worry you, Captain?"

"No." There was a pause when Kirk said this. The figure titled their head and then spoke.

"Liar," they said.

"Mind what you say to me. I'm here for answers. I'm tired of playing your little game. Who are you? Tell me and that is an order."

There was a quiet pause and subtle tension between the two. The figure across from Kirk said nothing but instead picked up a small bowl and scooped a measure of a fine green powder into it. Kirk watched as they poured in hot water and using a Wisk made of wood stirred the mixture together. He then handed he bowl to Kirk, who took it frowning down into the liquid.

"It's matcha, Captain. A type of green tea that is used in tea ceremonies in Japan, even to this day. I, of course, will understand if you do not drink it."

Kirk set the bowl on the table and inhaled slowly. "Are you going to answer my questions?" He asked his voice tinted with anger. He stared hard at the figure that seemed to be observing him.

"I will. I would like to say this first. I noted that you referred to this as a game but I never meant it to be such. I had every intention of approaching you directly, but in the end I became...not fearful, but another word perhaps..."

"Cautious?" Kirk supplied.

"Yes, cautious. The thought crossed my mind that if you knew who I was right way you would immediately scorn my affection as an attempt to do you harm, so I left my first gift secretly as I did with the second. A thought had stuck me by that point. If you could accept my gifts without prior knowledge of who I was then perhaps it would be to our benefit. It would show a measure of trust and what relationship can work without trust?"

There was brief pause before they said, "But then I overheard you with the doctor and knew there was more here than earning your trust. I needed to show you your worth as a companion. I tried to that my first night in your quarters but I was too confident in my anonymity and behaved poorly."

Kirk snickered, "You still feel bad about that?" The figure seemed to straighten.

"My conduct was unseemly. How can I ask you to trust me when I tried to take advantage of you like that?" The tone was unmistakable and it made Kirk blink in shock.

"I see." Kirk paused and licked his lips. "You know you keep mentioning trust, but I would like to point out something. You sit there before me, masked, your voice disguised and yet you ask me to you give you my trust. You hide from me yet I'm supposed to lay myself bare. Doesn't seem very fair now, does it?"

Once more silence filled the room. There was no movement from the figure before him and Kirk wondered what would happen next. He was half tempted to leave, to go back to his quarters and be done with this foolishness. Yet a small part of him warned that if he left now he would regret it, so he stayed and waited.

Finally the silence was broken by the figure. "You make a very valid point, captain."

"So, You'll take off your mask and tell me who you are?" Kirk's voice was edged with excitement.

The figure gave a resigned sigh. "Yes, but I ask two things. First I ask that you drink the tea. It is costly and I would hate for it to go to waste."

Kirk stared at the bowl on the table. He picked it up and after noticeable hesitation, he lifted it to his lips and took as sip. He set to bowl back down hurriedly trying not to think about the fact that he may have just been poisoned. From across from him he heard the intake of air and breathy whisper, "Oh James."

It caused a blush to start creeping up his neck and he struggled to not let his embarrassment show. "And the second thing?" He asked impatiently.

"Let me kiss you." This was said with such reverence, that it confused Kirk.

"Is that all? Well sure thing. Come over here and pucker up."

There was a noise that could have been an exasperated sigh as the figure stood and walked around the table. They knelt back down beside Kirk and carefully they brought their hand up to his face, lightly covering his eyes.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Kirk tried to move away but the hand seemed to stay in place no matter how he moved.

"Captain -- James, please settle yourself." The voice was so calming that Kirk found himself obeying. He held still and closed his eyes behind the hand as he heard the rustle of cloth. There was a sound of something hitting floor next him and a sense of movement as Kirk tensed feeling cool lips press to his.

They pressed in gently, the mouth giving way to the shape of his own. There was the feeling of facial hair that prickled his skin. He felt the hand over his eyes move, softly cupping his cheek and slowly he gave into the soft yet unyielding pressure of the kiss.

It was surreal this level of passion in something so gentle. He found his breathing picking up and the kiss grew more demanding as he parted his lips allowing the other person entrance. A cool rough tongue swept over his lips and moved its way inside his mouth. It wound round his own tongue and caressed it in way he had never experienced before. Kirk returned the gesture and heard the unmistakable sound purring from his partner. It made him shiver and moan.

When they finally parted from the kiss, Kirk found he was breathless. He sat there he eyes still shut panting as a cool hand stroked his hair and face.

"James, open your eyes. See me." The words were whispered but it was no longer concealed. Kirk's eyes open and looked into the sable colored eyes of his first officer. He stared speechless as he caught his breath.

"Spock?" He managed to say finally and he saw the Vulcan's eye slight up.

"Indeed, James."

"It was you the whole the time? Why didn't you just say?" Kirk watched as Spock took up one his hands and held it.

"And what would you have done if I had?" Kirk paused to think about it and hung his head.

"I would have accused you of trying to trick me in order to steal my command. I then would have put in the agony booth on principle."

Spock nod once. "Precisely. Hence the reason for my approach." Spock leaned in their lips touching once more briefly. Kirk smiled faintly and turned so that he faced Spock head on.

"So what now?"

Spock raised an eye brow. "Anything you want, k'diwa. I am thy servant. I only wish to love thee and keep thee in my company for as long thou shall have me."

Kirk looked down at the long fingered hand that griped his and slowly pulled away. "Look, I'm flattered but this really wouldn't work," He said and watched as the lights in Spock's eyes died out. The grip on his hand loosed some, but then tightened again.

"James, please. I beg thee, do not go. Do not spurn me. Does thou not see that thou are everything to me? That I would give anything to have thee as my mate. Thee think thee as unworthy but thou are all I desire. Please stay. Let me love thee. Let me touch thee."

As Spock spoke, Kirk felt himself get pulled closer to the Vulcan so that their faces were almost touching. He swallowed hard and peered into those dark eyes, he found himself falling into them.

"Yes Spock." He whispered and the last of his defenses came down as Spock leaned in and kissed him for a third time. This kiss was harder, more demanding and Kirk melted into it as Spock wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into the his lap. Their bodies pressed together and Kirk moaned into Spock's mouth. When the kiss broke, Kirk nuzzled Spock's neck. There was rumble from within Spock's chest making Kirk look back into the Vulcan's eyes.

Spock reached up and caressed Kirk's face, his own face soften with affection, his eyes burning with desire. "So my sweet Captain. Will you have me? Be my mate James and I will strive to give you the universe and all it contains."

Kirk smiled and kissed Spock slowly. "Yes Spock. I will be your mate." He watched Spock's face change as a tight little smile formed on green tinted lips. Spock then held out a hand to Kirk, the first two fingers together while the thumb held down the third and four fingers. Kirk stared at this gesture, puzzled.

"Make you hand like mine," Spock said and Kirk mimicked the Vulcan. As he held out his fingers to Spock, he pressed his fingers to Kirk's and Kirk watched him shiver. There was echo of that in his own body making Kirk's body shake slightly.

"James, you are aware that we Vulcans are touch telepaths, yes?" Spock asked as his fingers gracefully traced Kirk's own hand, his pupils growing wide in the light of the stars that shone onto the deck. Tremors continued to move through Kirk's body as he nodded.

"Think about it, taluhk-veh. What could be more intimate, more invasive to a Vulcan than a simple touch?"

Understanding finally dawned on Kirk, make him chuckle. Spock's other hand came up and two fingers stroked his lips, he smiled. He parted lips slightly and the fingers slipped inside Kirk's mouth. Spock pulled in air through his teeth as Kirk started sucking on the fingers in his mouth, a faint moaning coming from both him and the Vulcan.

Suddenly the digits were pulled from Kirk's mouth with a pop. He licked his swollen lips noting that Spock's face and ears were flushed green. He leaned in close as he could feeling Spock's erection through the layers of silk that still separated them.

"Spock," He whispered watching the Vulcan's eyes refocus on him.

"Yes James," came the hissed reply.

"Spock, I want you to fuck me." Kirk pushed all his lust into that one line and saw Spock's nostrils flare and his eye widen. Suddenly Kirk was pushed on to his back and Spock scrambled on top of him.

"Yes James." Kirk heard as the bottom of his Kimono was parted and pushed up to his hips. He lifted his hips and angled them welcoming Spock to enter him. Spock pushed aside the folds of his kimono and without ceremony he pushed his cock into Kirk, only the pre-cum dripping from the slit making the entrance easier. Kirk gasped loudly and then bit his lips to the burn, feeling Spock fill him.

Spock made a soothing sound as he set up a rhythm, moving slowly at first then faster as Kirk's hips started to push and pump in time with his own. Their eyes locked together, as their breathing and moaning were the only sounds on the deck . Occasionally "Spock" or "James" could be heard mingled in with the moans.

Spock continue push in harder as his pressed his mouth the Kirk's, the kiss rough and hungry. Kirk reached around Spock and gripped his shoulders hard, digging in his nails, wanting to pulled the Vulcan close to him. He wrapped his leg around Spock's waist the angle forcing Spock's penis to brush against his prostate with each stroke. The sensation combined with the feel of Spock's silk clad body rubbing against his own cock, Kirk pulled from the kiss moaning loud. Looking up into Spock's face Kirk melted under the Vulcan's stare.

"Spock-- I'm--unf--going to -- ah--come soon."

"Yeeessss." Spock hissed out in Kirk's ear and the sound of it went right to Kirk's groin. His balls constricted and shutting his eyes he came his mouth emitting a silent cry. On top of him, he felt Spock's body tense up and his cock twitched as he pumped his seed into Kirk's body. As Spock thrust one last time he lowered his mouth again to Kirk's ear and whispered, "t'hy'la."

Kirk had never heard the word spoken before in his lifetime, but the tone of Spock's voice told him everything he needed to know about that word and he wallowed in the sound of it. Afterwards they lay in each other's arms, a lazy smile on Kirk's face and a faint purr coming from Spock.

As he listened to rumbling coming from beside him, Kirk's mind wandered till it met with the dark ugly part of himself. It scoffed at him and mocked him for what had just happened. It told him he was fool that should be stripped of his command and demoted back to ensign. It told him that Spock would take everything from him and he would die one night in his bed, the Vulcan's dagger sticking out of his neck. It reminded him that there was no one that could or would truly love him because he was broken.

"James, look at me." Kirk turned his face towards Spock. The Vulcan's eyes were focused on him completely and the intensity of their stare stole Kirk's breath away.

"There is something troubling you," Spock said and Kirk looked away not wanting to discuss any of what he was thinking. In that moment Spock raised a hand and pressed it to Kirk's face arranging the fingers in certain way.

"What are you doing?" Kirk asked.

"I wish to meld our minds together. If that would be okay with you?"

In his mind that ugly side of him screamed no. That it would be the ultimate invasion of self and there would be no turning back after. "Do it," Kirk said and almost immediately he felt something else inside his mind. It was sleek and graceful, possessing both power and beauty. It soothed his thoughts and caressed him from within.

Kirk gave himself over to it, to Spock and he felt that darker part of himself shut away where he could no longer hear its incoherent screaming. Then the Spock in his mind enveloped him and filled him with such affection, warmth and love that when the meld broke Kirk found tears running down his face. Spock said nothing but wiped away the tears and stood lifting Kirk to his feet. As He pulled them both towards the door, Kirk paused.

"Spock wait... I..."

Kirk was silenced when two cool fingers pressed against his lips. "It is done, James. Let us retire to your quarters. I find that I have not had my fill of you this night and a bed would be far more pleasing than the floor here."

Kirk kissed the finger on his lips and gave a laugh. "Well if that is what you want, but I hope you can keep up." That made Spock's eyes glitter with amusement.

"We shall see who can or cannot keep up." With that Spock pulled Kirk to him fiercely and they left for Kirk's cabin, only stopping to pull a yeoman aside letting her know that someone was needed to tidy up the observation deck.

One Year Later

Kirk rolled his shoulders trying to remove the tightness there. It had been another long day on board the ship and as he strolled down the corroder of deck five towards his quarters, he was glad to put it all behind him. As he approached his cabin he noticed a familiar figure waiting by the door.

"What do you want?" Kirk said sounding grouchy but not unkind.

Dr. McCoy's eyebrows rose and he frowned, "Well that is no way to greet someone."

Kirk gave the doctor an exasperated look, "It is when it's you and I'm tired."

McCoy rolled his eyes, "Whatever princesses. Besides I wasn't here to talk to you but to your boyfriend. Where's Spock?"

Kirk shrugged. "How should I know? Did you check the labs?"

McCoy glared at him, "Yes. I check the labs. I checked all of them and his quarters. I can't find him anywhere, so I thought I would check here. I don't know if he's here now, but I do know he's been here."

McCoy pointed a finger at the cabin door and Kirk noticed a small white box hanging down by some string. He took it down and opened it. Inside was a folded piece of paper that he quickly took in his hand before McCoy could snatch it away.

"Do you mind?" Kirk growled.

McCoy shook his head. "No. " Clicking his tongue in irritation Kirk started to unfold the note when he stopped and peered at McCoy.

"Don't you have something you should be doing? I thought you were looking for Spock?"

"I am, but this is more interesting at the moment." After a pause and a meaningful glare from Kirk, he added, "Besides since I have no love life of my own, I find myself living vicariously though you two assholes."

Kirk gave a resigned sigh and opened the note holding it so McCoy could read over his shoulder.

"To my beloved James,

This Solstice I wanted to get you something truly special. The gift itself was not difficult to find but presentation is everything. I have set up a bit of a hunt for you. Good luck finding your gift quickly. Taluhk nash-veh k'dular.

Forever I remain your faithful and besotted servant,

Spock."

McCoy shook his head. "Never in all my years would I've ever pegged him for a hopeless romantic. What's that bit at the end say?"

Kirk felt his face redden. "I forget, " he quickly lied.

McCoy look was incredulous. "I'm sure you have. Whelp, let's go in and find that gift."

"We?" Kirk was jolted out his moment of embarrassment by the doctor pushing past him into his quarters. He followed McCoy in but was stopped dead in his tracks. From the ceiling of his cabin hung dozens of tiny white boxes.

"Someone's been busy," McCoy said as he reached up and pulled down a box. As he pulled, the lid came loose spilling sliver glitter all over him. As McCoy sputtered and swore, Kirk doubled over laughing, much to the doctor's irritation.

"Oh shut up. Geez, who puts glitter in a box?" McCoy grumbled as Kirk continued to laugh. Still smiling Kirk stood upright and reached up for a box over head. He pulled on the box and the lid on it came loose as well. He braced himself for a pour of glitter but found the little box had been full rose petals instead. He chuckled looking over at a very angry McCoy.

"How about that, Doctor?" Kirk said gleeful.

"How is it that I get a mouthful of glitter and you get rose petals? Story my fucking life."

"At least it wasn't sand," Kirk supplied helpfully. McCoy made a face as he turned towards the door.

"Might as well have been. Tell your boyfriend that I'm kicking his ass when I see him."

Kirk laughed some more as the doctor left and then turned his attention back to the tiny boxes. Some were filled with more rose petals and there were those that were filled with more glitter, as well as paper confetti and pieces of candy. After opening all the boxes he could see and had no present to show for his efforts, Kirk stood in the center of his room frowning. Then a thought struck him. He went behind the divider in his cabin and there on his bed sat one more little white box. Kirk opened it eagerly and smiled broadly at what he saw there.

*****

Spock entered Kirk's quarters, tired but satisfied by the day's work. He noticed that all the boxes he had hung were now gone and there was a faint trace of glitter on the floor. Just then he heard a sound in the direction of the bed. On a nearby table he tossed off his phaser and dagger as well as the sash the two hung from. He let his mouth curl up the tiniest fraction of a smile as he removed his tunic and the silk undershirt.

He kicked off his boots and swiftly moved towards the bunk. There he found his mate, nude, on the bed, his legs under him, propped up on some pillows, waiting for him. The amber colored eyes shone as he was given a salacious grin.

"Hello Spock." He heard, Kirk's voice deep and lush sounding.

"James, my t'hy'la." Spock's tone echoed that of his captain's. He crawled into the bed and pulled Kirk towards him. "Did you find your gift?"

He watched Kirk nod. "I did." Spock's hand trailed down Kirk's body savoring the lines and curves.

"Do you like it? Do you accept?" He pressed his foreheads to Kirk's and let out the breath he was holding when he heard. "Yes."

Spock lowered them both down on to the bed and listened happily to sounds his mate made while they copulated. Afterwards when they were both clean and tired, he pulled his mate to him once more. He felt a hand go to his chest and nest in the mass of dark hair there. He looked down at it and saw gleaming among the curls a band of white gold resting on a finger.

Turning his eyes to the sleeping form of his mate, he heard Kirk sigh and start to snore softly. Placing a soft kiss on his mate's head, Spock whispered to him, "And I will forever remain your faithful and besotted servant."

Chapter End Notes:

A/N: Hatsugama is a Japanese tradition. It is the first tea ceremony of the year and is usually a fancy affair.

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