Here is a series of TOS K/S Pon Farr drabbles I wrote. They are also published on my web site. Note: the lines marked with asterisks are the drabble titles.

With these drabbles I show how Kirk and Spock decided to spend Pon Farr together, how it went, how their relationship evolved, how they express themselves erotically (both during and afterwards), how people reacted, and various related questions, such as is Spock sexually viable between Pon Farrs, how does their sexual relationship color the way they treat each other, and is it the Vulcan equivalent of marriage...? Things like that.

It's important to me in my K/S fiction to depict the guys in a manner that is consistent with the way they are depicted in the show. I take pride in keeping them masculine, and recognizably themselves. I'm careful to avoid conflicting with canon. For example, Kirk and Spock are not overt about having a sexual relationship in the show, so I explain that. There is also a weirdly playful and at times rather kinky slant to their interactions, which I enjoy highlighting, explaining, and expanding upon in my inventions.

Laura Goodwin

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K/S Pon Farr Drabbles

By Laura Goodwin

* A Man In Flames

Blood fever is aptly named. Everything everywhere looked red. Spock's blood shrieked like a hurricane in his brain. The frenzy, a thirsty demon, was demanding a blood sacrifice.

~This was for *you*, it's all about *you*.~

He tightened the ahn-whoon around his opponent's neck, and felt him weakening. His victory would soon be complete.

Then Jim desperately touched his mind to say, ~"I trust you. Do what you must. I'm yours."~

Spock saw his image reflected in Jim's eyes. He saw their grandchildren...

Then Jim was gone.

Spock suddenly realized he had just destroyed his own best chance for happiness.

* Down, But Not Out

Captain Kirk woke in sickbay. He recognized the familiar smell and sounds before he opened his eyes, so he wasn't surprised to see Dr. McCoy's face hovering over him.

He felt groggy. He felt the hot sting of the lirpa cut that had been sliced across his heart, and remembered.

"Bo! Spock!?" he croaked.

"He's fine as far as I know. He's still down there."

"Wha...?"

"Relax, Jim. I slipped you a mickey. The effect is wearing off but you are not ready to get up yet."

"Ready or not, I goddoo fbims jflir!" Jim asserted, struggling weakly to rise.

* Goal To Go

With Captain Kirk dead, Spock felt no need to linger in his hated home town. He beamed back up to the Enterprise and presented himself to Dr. McCoy in sickbay, where (to his astonishment) he found Jim was waiting for him.

Alive!

Spock's blood hadn't cooled. His emotions were still so close to the surface that he reacted before he thought, and embraced Jim.

Jim loved it!

Kirk realized they had to get away from McCoy immediately. That man had already done (and seen) enough. He streamlined the debriefing procedure, then grabbed Spock like a football and ran with him.

* The Red-Hot Now

Spock sensed immediately that Kirk was hot for him. It was inoffensive. Kirk behaved professionally, ultimately becoming the closest thing to a real friend he'd ever had. Spock learned to trust Jim, confiding in him, which is how Jim knew what to do when the time was ripe.

Kirk admires Spock, and felt responsible for his life. He was dying of curiosity. He was bored and horny. He recognized a golden opportunity, and mined the fuck out of it.

Minutes after Spock (sizzling and still anxious) returned from Kun-ut-kali-fee, Scott had the conn; Kirk had the tiger by the tail.

* Bon Chance

After being rejected by his Vulcan bride-to-be, Spock was open to suggestions.

Kirk had an idea or two, as Spock already knew.

Hidden away in Spock's cabin, Jim again offered himself to Spock for a playmate. Spock, this time desperate for relief, accepted.

Jim pressed a kiss on Spock's firm, hot lips. He intruded his tongue, and surprised, Spock recoiled. Jim insisted that Spock reciprocate. They tried again.

When Spock timidly touched Jim's tongue with his own, Jim hungrily sucked it into his mouth.

Jim's fierce enthusiasm so thrilled Spock, then, that he suddenly was pleased with his weird luck.

* Like You Really Mean It

"Kiss me" Kirk said. "Really kiss me this time."

Captain Kirk had given Mr. Scott the conn and was now secluded with his first officer Spock in Spock's quarters. Since Spock had returned to him instead of assuaging his mating drive with the Vulcan female he had been betrothed to, Jim figured that was a green light to try what he'd been itching to try for months.

Spock was awkward and unsure. Jim Kirk wasn't.

"Spock, it's better if you meet me half-way. Do what I do. Imitate me. Gimmee some tongue. And be *gentle*, but not ~too gentle~, OK?"

* Make Love, Not War

Pon Farr transformed the aloof Mr. Spock into an anxious sexual adventurer. Thrilled, Captain Kirk arranged a private confrontation.

Alone with Spock at last. He had dreamt of this. Jim wanted to go slow and explore carefully, but it quickly became clear Spock had no patience for such niceties. A gentle attempt to undress Spock seductively quickly became a wrestling match which Jim couldn't hope to win.

"OK, tough guy, you wanna play rough?" Jim laughed, and relaxed, playing dead. He wasn't going to risk getting hurt.

Spock was mollified by Jim's submission, and his touch became timid and tender.

* Time Out!

Kirk had wondered how to begin with Spock, but Spock decided the matter for them both. He probed Kirk's imagination and dug up some of Jim's juicier memories. That got the ball rolling beautifully.

Kirk found himself reliving his first blowjob, and some other memorable close encounters of the oral kind, and didn't remember that he was actually only dreaming with Spock until he accidentally tumbled backwards out of Spock's bunk, pants around his ankles.

They had broken contact unexpectedly and Kirk was temporarily disoriented. When Spock reached for him his first shocked reaction was to crawl backwards beyond Spock's reach.

* Hold Your Horses, Cowboy

Kirk was drained from Spock's oral attacks, but Spock was not tired nor sated, so Jim figured the time was right to turn around and return the favor.

He had been wanting to try it, anyway. He had been salivating for Spock's dick for a long time.

Kirk groped for Spock's cock and it turned out Spock was ticklish down there. He flipped Jim like a pancake with a roar.

Jim wormed away, just as Spock was about to mount him from behind.

"Spock!" Jim shouted, alarmed. "There's a first time for everything, but PLEASE, ONE THING AT A TIME!"

* Q: Quid Pro Quo

After they left Vulcan, Spock was still feverish for a few days. Kirk had to put in the occasional appearance, but he found ways to set aside a lot of time for Spock, as Spock weathered Pon Farr as no Vulcan had before.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily.

Hidden away in Spock's cabin, Jim and Spock enjoyed sucking each other off. When they weren't doing that, they indulged in some ribald, hilarious conversations.

At one point Kirk was helpless, convulsed with laughter, as Spock pronounced, deadpan, every euphemism for cocksucking used in the known galaxy, categorized by culture, in alphabetical order.

* Guess Who Was The Appetizer

Spock awakened feeling ferociously hungry. His memories of his Pon Farr adventure were garbled. His feverish brain stored images from hallucinations and actual occurrences with equal fidelity, without retaining any distinction between them.

While hiding in his quarters to devour a replicated Vulcan feast, Spock received a surprise visit from his Captain. It wasn't until after Spock heard Jim's voice and saw his smile that his more bizarre dreams snapped into focus, becoming memories...

... of strong, sure, insistent human hands on his body... mischievous hazel eyes finding his in the mist... and a playful voice asking, "Buddy, is this OK?"

* What Have You DONE!?

Spock's blood cooled, and he felt self-possessed again. He sensed he had passed through a life-changing experience, but the details at first were fuzzy.

When he realized that his playmates, the nymphs, had been only fantasies, and that James Kirk had been his actual partner, Spock blanched, then experienced a peculiar mixture of strong emotions.

He couldn't help but love Jim, with an overpowering sense of finality, but the reasoning side of his mind reeled with horror. Jim couldn't possibly have understood what titanic instinctive forces would ensnare them. Even Spock wasn't certain, but he knew enough to be terrified.

* The Scar Across His Heart

The shower sprayed directly on Jim Kirk's chest. The thin, pink scar of the lirpa cut was sensitive, reddening as the hot water washed over it.

Jim punched the dispenser for a dollop of soap and lathered up. Stepping away from the spray, he soaped himself all over, then grasped his razor.

Jim shaved his face and his chest. He oddly preferred a straight razor, like a nineteenth-century man. As he began shaving he thought again of Spock, and the lirpa cut, and strangely, this gave him an erection.

On a whim, he shaved his pubic area, balls and all.

* Hiding In Plain Sight

Spock avoided the bridge for a while after his wedding-day debacle. Nobody blamed him.

Kirk granted the conn to Sulu, Chekov, and others more than usual for a few days. Why not? They were on a milk run.

McCoy noticed Kirk was harder to find than usual. When he was to be found he seemed distracted, but nothing too worrisome.

Nobody really missed Spock, but when he resumed his regular schedule in such fine spirits, they were actually glad to have him around for once.

Spock had returned, the Captain took his seat again, and everything was back to normal.

* You Can't Mean To Say This Is Normal!

Spock got over the shock and Kirk caught up on his rest. The experiment was successful. Spock *didn't* need a woman to weather Pon Farr. A revelation!

As any Vulcan's might, Spock's sexual urge then went to sleep. For how long? No one could guess. Spock assumed years, and he was prepared for that, but not for what soon happened.

Less than a month after Spock's blood had cooled, he complained to Jim privately about a most unsettling recurring experience of no small concern.

Jim barely suppressed a happy laugh.

"Spock... it's called 'Wet Dreams', and it's no big deal!"

* That Old-Fashioned Earth Custom

Now that the very unusual Captain of the Enterprise was also his lover, Spock realized he had much to learn. He was particularly avid to perfect his understanding of Jim's many erotic fetishes.

"Jim, about receiving what you Earthmen call 'a spanking' - What is the attraction?"

Jim small smile grew as he explained:

"It's the humiliation, the heat, the feeling that somebody passionately cares about you and what you do. It's the pain, that becomes a glowing, hot, itchy, voluptuous *spotlight* on a usually neglected but very sexy, very personal part of your body.

It's the heat, mainly!" Jim grinned.

* It Began At Kun-Ut-Kali-Fee

Dr. McCoy didn't like that Kirk spent most of his free time with Spock, lately.

McCoy missed being Kirk's confidant, but more: he strongly suspected that Spock was improperly influencing the Captain. He knew about Spock's powers, and shuddered to think that Spock might be misusing them.

When confronted with McCoy's fears, Kirk was reassuring.

"Bones...I appreciate your concern, but relax! If it looks like I can't handle it on my own, I'll call you."

"With all due respect, Captain, I'll decide for myself how it looks. You have a right to your privacy, but I have my duty!"

* He's A Doctor, Not A...He's Just A Doctor!

Kirk heard McCoy's complaint about Spock, then talked with Spock about McCoy's suspicions.

"McCoy says we seem too chummy. Is he right? If we, you and I, are doing anything that seems seriously off to him, he must speak up about it, and I'm obliged to listen. It's his job, and mine. My opinion, and yours, aren't the only ones that matter. We, all of us, are a team. You have to work with McCoy, as well as with me."

Spock raised a supercilious eyebrow. "Not nearly so closely, I don't think", he deadpanned.

Simultaneously, Jim laughed, "Within reasonable limits!"

* We Share One Cup, That's How I Know It's Bitter

Spock's life has been a lonely, painful one, rich in hardship and humiliation. Kirk knows. Spock finds no easy acceptance anywhere, except with Jim.

The rare woman considers Spock, but in all the galaxy, only two people have genuinely loved him. His mother Amanda, and his Captain James Kirk. The saddest irony? They hate each other.

When Amanda caught wind of Spock's love for Jim, she made her disapproval felt. Kirk didn't like that, and let her know it.

Kirk finds it harder now to sweeten and lighten Spock's coffee-black heart, but he keeps trying. What else can he do?

* I'm Sure It Seemed Logical At The Time

Sarek and Amanda learned that their son Spock had found a new way to weather Pon Farr: with a man. Specifically, with Captain Kirk.

Amanda rushed to Spock to beg him to tell her it wasn't true. His response neither confirmed nor denied the report, which was as good as an admission.

Amanda, devastated, complained to Sarek, blaming James Kirk.

The Vulcans had no laws against homosexuality, since it had never happened among them. Sarek's response was quite different. He thought it rather odd, he couldn't picture how it could work...but he thought Spock's bride was an interesting choice.

* My Human Son-In-Law

Neither Amanda nor Spock encouraged Sarek and Kirk to talk, but neither Kirk nor Sarek would have been swayed by their opposition.

When Sarek returned from an afternoon with Kirk, his wife wouldn't listen, but his Vulcan aides were naturally curious.

"Strange," Sarek said, "...the man didn't realize that we'd regard the partnership as a marriage. I marvel that Spock has told him so little about us. He didn't know I was Spock's father until this journey.

"A fascinating man: enlightened and intelligent. To the Terrans this makes him my son. In my view, this seems a very positive development."

* Secrets And Scandals

"What Captain Kirk has done is a crime!" Amanda insisted. "He took advantage of Spock when he was most vulnerable, and apparently for selfish gain. Don't reward him for this!"

"I'm sure you are wrong about Kirk, my wife. I am convinced this is a true marriage, and my decision is final."

"Well, it's not only up to you! There are laws above Vulcan laws, you know! Did you ever hear of the laws of God?"

"Yes, but they are of no importance in this matter."

"We shall see. There are many who won't dismiss them so lightly as you do."

* How's That Again?

After chatting with Sarek about his partnership with Spock, Jim Kirk felt elated. It was a strain to keep such a stupendous secret, and it was a relief just to talk with somebody.

"I enjoy Sarek," Jim told Spock later. "I understand now why he's the ambassador. He was very understanding. One thing bothers me: he thinks I'm your *wife*. How come!?"

"Clearly, because I'm the man." Spock deadpanned.

"I Beg Your Pardon!?"

"Jim," Spock explained, "It's that, by Vulcan law, before marriage I must first be recognized as a man."

"Oh. Okay. Just don't go getting any funny ideas!"

* One Thing I Like About Vulcans

"It's good you agreed to this, Jim. We'll gain many significant advantages." Spock said.

"What happens next?"

"It is done. The Ambassador is empowered by the Vulcan to formalize contracts and other agreements. It's enough that he recognized us. This will be kept confidential unless documentation becomes required, then that will be quietly made available."

"Amanda isn't too happy about it. Can she be trusted to keep quiet?"

Spock sighed. "Sarek will manage."

"One thing I like about Vulcans..." Jim said, "...they know how to keep their mouths shut."

"And when that is, and is not, appropriate!" Spock impishly added.

* Stunt Maneuvers

There's only so many times and ways you can do the same thing, no matter how delightful, before it becomes dull. Spock and Kirk are highly motivated to experiment, which has led them to some interesting variations.

Their latest discovery: If Spock sits on the edge of the bed (or stands) with his cock in Jim's ass, and they hold hands, Kirk can flip back (legs around Spock's waist, head down) which gives him a dizzying rush, and makes it possible (if Spock bends himself nearly in half) for Spock to suck him off while fucking.

Isn't that just grand!?

* More Than Just A Game

Whenever Spock and Jim needed some privacy to really talk, they hid in Spock's cabin, since he never got visitors like Jim constantly did.

A standard King's Indian deferred. The game itself wasn't very interesting. Their conversation was light at first, but Jim became still and grave once Spock warmed to his topic.

Spock pronounced these carefully chosen words:

"Instinct is not conscious." Spock enunciated portentously. "Vulcans think themselves utterly rational, but in fact they become incorrigibly dependent upon their mates for identity and purpose, to an utterly irrational degree."

Jim saw his reflection, mirrored twins, in Spock's obsidian gaze.

* Let The Games Begin

Spock was now Captain Kirk's "special friend", and the crew accepted it, but Dr. McCoy was troubled by this development. He thought it was unhealthy for Kirk to be socially insulated by the forbidding, inscrutable Vulcan.

McCoy confronted Jim in private.

"Jim, how can you afford to let him stand between you and the rest of your officers and crew?"

"Bones, I think you're just jealous!"

Outraged, McCoy sputtered, "It's not that, and you know it!"

McCoy had forgotten that Kirk, a professional warrior, is also a masterful manipulator. Jim was ready for opposition. Heck, he'd been happily anticipating it.

* Daddy's Special Present

The renegade who tortured Kirk was having fun. He'd given up on trying to extract information, and satisfied himself with making Jim scream.

A sudden rush of activity. Hanging by his feet, his own piss in his eyes, Kirk couldn't see much. Then strong but gentle arms lowered him to the cold stone floor.

It was Spock.

Blinking back tears, he saw in Spock's hand a sticky red lump.

"Happy Valentine's Day." Spock growled.

It was the torturer's heart.

Jim moaned, delirious. "Oh, daddy, daddy, daddy... ohhh."

Spock gathered Jim's battered body into his arms and bore him swiftly away.

* The Fantasticks Will Have to Get Another Guy

Captain Waylon Crow enjoyed meeting Captain Kirk. Their amusing conversation ranged all over the map.

Crow asked at one point, "How's that Vulcan working out?"

"Great." Kirk seemed nonchalant.

"You're the first guy who's worked with him to say so. A pretty weird one, I heard."

Kirk straightened. "He's pretty outstanding, Way. He's a miracle. When my butt's in a sling I'd rather call him than God. My opinion? He should be next in line for admiral."

"Never happen. He doesn't play the game."

"Neither do I" Jim's eyes narrowed. "What do they want? Some kinda song and dance man?"

* Fait Accompli

Five years finished, gloriously. Captain Kirk expected a warm welcome at headquarters. To his dismay, he instead was called before a board of inquiry to answer questions - about Spock.

Jim thought this might be over Spock's creative solution to Pike's problem, but no. When Jim caught the drift of the conversation, he asked for time to consult a lawyer.

Amanda had accused Kirk of abusing his authority to establish a sexual relationship with Spock. Spock, when questioned, had done what he could to save Jim's reputation by accepting full responsibility himself.

Jim hadn't had a chance to say one word.

* Thanks For Bringing That Up

Jim couldn't believe that after five very distinguished years, that his career was threatened because of a completely private, personal matter.

A buddy from academy days, Commander Rob Harley, turned up in the bar while Jim was settling his nerves. He'd heard about Spock. Jim figured they might as well talk about it.

"What really doesn't make sense is how a Don Juan like you gets into a situation like this?" Harley had the balls to say.

Jim pierced Rob's eyes with a leveling gaze. "Harley, I'm no Don Juan."

"Hell of a reputation you got."

"Some reputations are undeserved."

* What IS it With You!?

Captain James T. Kirk and Commander Robert G. Harley were having a drink together and shooting the breeze. The pretty cocktail waitress couldn't leave them alone. Every time the conversation started getting good, she was all over them even though they didn't want her to be.

She was magnetically attracted to Kirk. This became obvious when she wiped the table in a way that pushed her breasts right into Kirk's face. Kirk didn't react.

"OK, great. Look, we'll wave if we need anything." Jim dismissed her.

"There you go." Harley sniggered.

"There *I* go!? *I* didn't _do anything_!" Kirk protested.

* Waiting Out The Storm

Spock was forbidden to warn Jim of the inquiry.

This wouldn't have happened if their marriage had already been a matter of public record, but Jim had wanted it kept secret, for security reasons, and Spock had agreed.

It wouldn't have helped if their enemies had understood the nature of their relationship. For this same reason, Spock hadn't broadcast the truth about his parentage.

It certainly was not that he was ashamed.

Unfortunate, that to save Jim's career they were now forced to endure this embarrassment. He cared nothing about his own Starfleet career. He'd been intending to retire anyway.