Fic: Getting Your First Officer Into Bed, 4/20 | Mirrorverse | NC-17

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Title: Getting Your First Officer Into Bed Takes More Than A Good Game of Chess
Chapter:  Seriously?
Author: Ivy Cross
Universe/Series: Mirror!verse
Rating: Eventual NC-17
Relationship status: Pre-slash, Slash, First time,
Word count: 1,672
Plot: After Marlena leaves the ship, Kirk needs someone new to occupy his time in bed. His new target becomes his first officer, Mr. Spock. After his initial attempt is shot down, Kirk decides that the pursuit will be as much fun as the conquest.
Warnings: language
Additional Pairings: Past Kirk/Marlena
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or any of the characters there in. This story was written for entertainment purposes only
A/N: Written for st_20_fics

It was quiet on the bridge the next morning, as everyone, but Mr. Spock, had massive hangovers and did not want move, let alone talk.  Kirk himself was slumped in his chair with a hand over his eyes. At one point he had called for the lights to be turn off, but all he got back in reply was groans from the others and Spock informing him that would not be efficient.  Kirk just growled and sank lower in his seat.

Just then the door to the turbo lift opened and in stepped Doctor McCoy, looking as fresh as a summer rain, whistling loudly.  He beamed at everyone, walking about the bridge, whistling,  and saying good morning to everyone he passed. Of course the only reply back  he received was from Spock.

Kirk sat in his chair and gritted his teeth. It would not due to kill the man, he thought.  That was tested though, when McCoy came right up to Kirk's ear.

"Good morning, Captain!" McCoy chirped cheerfully.  Kirk slowly turned his face in the direction of the doctor and glared hard at the man. McCoy simply smiled and started to whistle again. Uhura at her station lifted her head.

"Oh for fuck's sake. Captain, permission to kill Doctor McCoy?" She said.

"No! Permission denied, Lieutenant." Kirk shouted, wincing at the sound of his own voice.  McCoy stopped whistling again and rocked back on his heels, smiling away.

"Well, everyone here is just so cheery," McCoy said. From his station Spock turned and raised an eyebrow. At this point even he thought the doctor was being an ass.  Kirk peered at McCoy.

"What do you want?" He said weakly.  McCoy's blue eyes gleamed with mischief.

"There was something I wanted to discuss with you, Captain."

Kirk blinked slowly and licked his lips for all the good it did, since the inside of his mouth was like a desert.  "Can it wait?" he asked and McCoy gave a mock frown, shaking his head.

"'Fraid not Jim. Come on. It won't take but a moment of your time."

Kirk hissed under his breath, but he stood from his chair and mumbled to Spock that he had the CONN.  He then stumbled after McCoy in to the turbo lift. McCoy ordered the lift to take them to deck five and as the lift made its dissent, he pulled something from a pouch on his belt. 

It was a loaded hypo-spray and before Kirk could react, he plunged it into Kirk's exposed arm. Kirk looked to his arm to the doctor.

"Tell me I was not just poisoned by your stupid redneck ass."

McCoy snorted. "Alright, I won't, but I will tell you that was a detoxifying agent. You should start feeling better here in a few seconds." Kirk perked up at McCoy's words.

"Really? Praise to Cesear -- Hey, wait a goddamned minute. You said you were out."  Kirk leaned towards the doctor in very threatening manner. McCoy just shrugged.

"I may have miscounted my inventory, but that doesn't matter, because you're gonna start feeling better and I'm gonna help you out."

Kirk straightened as the turbo lift stopped and he followed McCoy out down the hall. "Help me out? With what?" Kirk asked cautiously. McCoy turned briefly and smiled again.

"Let's discuss it in my office, shall we?" McCoy said as he continued walking.  Kirk paused for a moment and contemplated demanding the doctor tell him right there what he was talking about, but he decided to play along, since McCoy had given him the detoxifying agent and his head was starting to clear.

He followed McCoy into Sickbay and into his office, taking a seat in front of the desk there. McCoy peered around quickly before shutting his door and locking it. He took his seat across from Kirk and reached down into a drawer. He came back up with a decanter of amber liquid.  He shook the bottle and smiled.

"A little hair of the dog before we start?" Kirk gave a nod but did not touch his glass until McCoy took the sip from his.  Even then Kirk switched his container for the doctor's.  McCoy just laughed and took a drink out of the glass that Kirk just set in front of him.

Kirk took a swill from the glass he now held and closed his eyes as it the liquor warmed his throat as he swallowed. He opened his eyes and gave a little half smile. "Not your usual rot-gut, Doctor. What gives?"

McCoy smiled topping off Kirk's glass. "I only serve the cheap stuff when I'm feeling cranky and right now, I like I said before, I wanna help."

Kirk took another drink before he asked, "Help? Help with what?" 

"Why help you win over Spock." McCoy said he voice oozing with mock concern. Kirk licked his lips and set down his glass.

"Didn't I already tell you I did NOT need your help?" Kirk growled and McCoy lifted an eyebrow.

"You did and we all saw last night how little you need my help. I'm telling you Jim, the whole damn will be shaking with laughter, once everyone's hangovers vanish. I think the only ones that will be mocked more than you, will be that girl from engineering, whom everyone has been calling, "floppy," and the poor bastard that got the tribble stuck up his ass."

Kirk blew out a defeated breath and picked his glass back up. "Alright then. You wanna help, then help."  McCoy smiled some more as he poured Kirk another healthy measure of liquor into his glass.

"Alright then. Now Jim, you know where we are heading and what we are doing there, right?"

Kirk snorted gracelessly as he took another drink. "What kind of dumbass question is that? Of course I do. We are heading to an unnamed planet to pick some ambassador and his wife to take them back to earth.  Of course, I don't know why.  This is a constitution class vessel, not a fucking taxi service."

"I know why and who," McCoy said in a sing-song tone. Kirk gave him an exasperated look.

"This behooves me how?" Kirk said and McCoy grinned manically. 

"Oh, believe me it behooves you a lot. The ambassador that we are picking up is none other than S'chn T'gai Sarek, the ambassador to Vulcan." McCoy paused to let that piece of information sink in. Kirk pursed his lips and blinked rapidly.

"Wait a minute.  That name, S'chn T'gai... Why does that sound familiar?" McCoy rolled his eyes at Kirk.

"Seriously?" McCoy said a touch of contempt in his voice. "You can't piece it together. How in the hell did you manage to get command of a starship."

Kirk gave McCoy a chilly stare. "I will tell you.  One, I'm a lot smarter then I look. Two, I busted my ass to get to the top of the command track and three, I give damn fine head."  Kirk sat back in his chair and smug little smile tugging at his lips. McCoy meanwhile did not look impressed.

"I think it was more that third one, but never mind that. If I have to spell it out for you I will.  The name S'chn T'gai just so happens to be the clan name of your first officer."

Kirk sat up in his seat his eyes wide. "Shit, you're right. How are they related?"

"I will tell you. The ambassador and his wife are Spock's parents. That's why we are given them the lift. It would seem that their little boy hasn't been writing home like he should and mama wants to check in to see that he's okay."

Kirk arched an eyebrow as he said, "I had no idea that a Vulcan would have such pull."

"The ambassador's wife is not a Vulcan. She's human. In fact she is none other than Lady Amanda Grayson herself." 

Kirk paused with his glass half to his mouth. He stared and then set the glass down and leaned over the desk. "Grayson? As in THE Grayson's?" 

McCoy's eyebrows bobbed up and down a few times as he said, "The one and the same. Of course don't let the family name fool ya. She comes from good breeding, but that woman is a firecracker with roving hands. You will need to watch her."

Kirk let out a tiny laugh and smiled as he leaned back in his chair. "Spock's parents... On my ship. Hmmm, I will have to make an effort to see to them personally-- Especially Lady Amanda. I'm sure she has all kinds a stories to tell about her baby boy and if she just happens to tell me some information I can use to win over Spock, all the better, right?"

McCoy grinned. "Maybe you are smarter than you look," he said and Kirk grinned back showing teeth.

Kirk lifted his glass and said, "To the Ambassador and to Lady Amanda. May their stay aboard my ship be a rewarding one."

McCoy touched his glass to Kirk's and they both drank.  Kirk set down his glass and stood feeling on top of the world.  "Thank you Doctor, for the drink and the heads up."  McCoy gave a sly little smile.

"Oh, don't thank me, cause as far as I'm concerned, we never had this little chat He gave a wink and Kirk nodded.

"I see. Well, I'm heading back to the bridge. No doubt they miss my presence there. Good day Doctor."

McCoy gave a tiny salute and watch the captain go. Now things were going to get interesting and he had the best seat in the house. McCoy hummed a little tune as he poured him another drink.

Back on the bridge Kirk returned to his seat making sure to give Spock his most dashing smile before settling in for the rest of the shift. As he started to whistle, Spock gave his captain a wary look, but just received another smile in return from his captain.