MOONDANCE

"Captain Kirk, Starfleet has a confidential bulletin for you."

"Let's have it, Uhura."

He studied the padd for a moment and then looked up: "Starfleet wants us to go to the Romulan homeworld. It seems we'll be infiltrating a group called the League of Catullus."

Spock's head moved slightly. "Captain, it is possible that *infiltrate* might not be the correct word. I have studied the League of Catullus; it seems to be made up of rebels who seek to overthrow the Romulan empire, or at least reform its more restrictive passions. I believe we simply need to make them aware of our presence."

"Jim, I've read a thing or two about them, too. Seems they started off as a social group."

"Not unlike the Guelphs and Ghibellines of your earth," Spock said.

There was a pause while McCoy studied Spock's stoic face; then he lifted an eyebrow. "Well, sir, anyhow, this little group has expanded its purpose from throwing parties to changing politics."

"I believe you are correct, Dr. McCoy. They started off seeking a kind of personal liberation from the straight-laced social dictatorship of the Romulan Empire."

Then Spock and McCoy looked at each other.

"Spock, maybe you can tell Jim just what kind of personal liberation they were intending."

"Boys," Kirk cautioned with a smile.

Only a doctor would notice the tiny pulse beating at the base of Spock's throat. "Actually, Captain Kirk, the League started as a reaction against the marriage requirements of Romulus."

"Marriage requirements?"

"Aww, Jim, you know how these revolutionary governments can be. Remember your history lessons, boy. Like Napoleon's empire or Nazis or the Soviets. Get married and have babies for Uncle Joe Stalin or the emperor or der Fuhrer. They got to make the nation just as big as all get-out. And, needless to say, pretty stiff punishments for them that don't follow party orders."

"Gentlemen," Kirk interrupted. "Let's continue this at supper in the officer's mess."

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"The Catullus League is made up of what we call in the Vulcan world, s'skandrie-htath."

"I know that phrase, Spock. A couple of centuries ago, that word would have been translated as *homosexual* in earthling culture."

"These are the old boys you're going to be infiltrating?" McCoy laughed and shook his head. "Need anything to help you pass? I got some juice that'll do the trick."

Kirk and Spock both looked at him.

"Can't you boys take a joke?"

Spock lifted his head: "Jim, a Romulan named Rorik is our contact person. He is of royal Romulan lineage. His privileged background gave him a certain liberty to explore life. Interestingly, the conclusions he came to led him to found the League."

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Senator Rorik was long and lean, haughty like all the Romulans - and Vulcans - Kirk had ever known.

"It is most gratifying to have Starfleet's support," Rorik told Kirk as they walked along. "I must tell you that tonight is a very special night. We have invited one of our most important senators to our gathering. His name is Pardek, and he is famous in whispers for his love of men. If the League of Catullus can get Pardek's support, that will help our cause more than anything."

Kirk nodded. "Pretty scenery. I like that full moon."

Rorik merely smiled.

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"I am Pardek."

Pardek was fox-faced, very smooth, very Romulan. He was addressing Spock; obviously, Spock's little companion was not worthy of attention.

"Rorik tells me you'll join us tonight." Then Pardek gave Kirk a sidewise look. "I know you're here for political reasons as much as anything, but I understand we all will enjoy the social gathering. They say the act of love is an effective form of bonding no matter what culture one is from."

The act of love.

"We'll dine first," Pardek went on. "The League is supposed to have some wonderful chefs. After that, we'll have the hour of bonding." And then, with typical Romulan effrontery, he reached out and touched Kirk's face. "Spock, I have to say that I am not fond of Terrans, but this is exquisite."

Spock gave Kirk a sober look. "True."

What the . . .!

"Oh, by the way, if I may be frank, those uniforms you're wearing don't do you justice. There's a number of different outfits in your chambers; I think you will any of them much more flattering."

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Kirk came out of the closet. "I don't know about you, Mr. Spock, but I find these costumes just . . . "

Spock looked at what was in Kirk's arms. "I have always been partial to these Romulan robes," he said.

"What should I wear?"

"I think I am perceived as the dominant one in this relationship. That relationship would be underlined by my wearing a long robe and your wearing one of these perhaps . . ." He held it up. It was a short kilt with a wide leather belt. "You do not need a shirt. Many will be barechested. As a matter of fact, I intend to leave my robe open to the waist in the common Romulan attitude of relaxation."

They dressed efficiently. Kirk couldn't help it; he was interested in this group. If he and Spock were able to open up a channel for positive negotiations with the Romulans, Starfleet would be quite pleased, no matter how unusual the channel might be.

Well, hmm. His kilt had a pleasant drape; it felt good against his skin. He smoothed it over his thighs and looked up.

Spock was watching him impassively.

"Your look is well-chosen, Captain," he finally said.

"Spock, what do you think we ought to do?"

"*Do*, captain?"

"There seem to be some sexual expectations of us that . . . " Kirk didn't quite know how to put this in words for Spock. A few times, he had been in other cultures where a sort of authorized or formal . . . orgy was the standard prelude to negotiations. Oddly enough, he had found that the idea was much more stimulating than the reality. In each case, there had been a pretty alien, like a geisha or an accesory, who smilingly milked him to orgasm, but that frosty efficiency had never been anything he would care to repeat. He didn't regard sex as a spectator sport, but he didn't regard it as a game either. Dammit, it was just better when there was an emotional engagement too. Well, dammit, sex was like fighting; it was just better when the stakes were high. *You* were better when the stakes were high. There was something about fighting an enemy who surrendered immediately that made Kirk feel a little smaller. Still . . . the presence of his first officer made this situation somewhat . . . awkward.

Spock was still waiting for his answer.

"Spock, what if this League expects us to have sex with each other? I mean, as proof of our revolutionary sincerity."

"The logics of human sexuality have always eluded me, so I must ask you to be the one to make the choice. Do you think enlisting Pardek in this cause would be worth our, as you put it, 'having sex'? "

"On earth, the English had a king named Henry. Someone asked him why he had converted to Catholicism, and he shrugged and said, Paris is worth a mass." Kirk sighed. "Let's see what happens."

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The supper had been delicious and the banqueting couches were very comfortable. Sitting beside Spock, Kirk relaxed a little as he looked around the hall.

Everywhere there were groups of well-dressed men, older and distinguished, lifting ironic eyebrows at the throngs of younger men, wearing fewer clothes, manicured and oiled, who wove among them. Some of the younger men seemed to be waiters, some guests.

Here a small group of men were looking at a small group of videostills together. As they looked at the pieces of paper, they clearly were affected, biting their lips, taking deep breaths.

There an older man stopped a waiter, and, with no visible sign of emotion, removed the waiter's kilt, leaving him only wearing a wide leather belt. The older man then caressed the waiter's smooth buttocks.

Kirk saw Rorik sitting on a banqueting couch watching the crowd too. Then a young man came and sat beside him; he was wearing a kilt. Rorik put his hand somewhat diffidently on the young man's knee. The young man's body relaxed and he smiled.

"The degree of emotional engagement demonstrated here is striking," Spock said suddenly. "Even our printed menu reflected that."

The menu had been copiously illustrated with drawings of the type once termed *risque*. Here that meant clever depictions of attractively muscled young men in various stages of sexual arousal, each drawing demonstrating the oversized (by human standards) large-crowned Romulan genitals.

Kirk thought back to certain things he'd heard about Roumulans -- and Vulcans -- in the barracks of Starfleet and stifled a blush.

This was a most . . . he breathed out . . . different world. Now Rorik was shyly sliding his hand on the inside of the young man's thigh, and the young man spread his legs a little and then Rorik pulled him on the couch with him and they were lying together.

The lights gew dimmer, and more little groups formed. Breathy and wiggling, something organic about all of them.

Spock's robe was loose, open in front. Kirk lowered his eyes. Nothing was wrong in looking at Spock. Nothing was wrong in looking at Spock's penis. He glanced at it and then moved his eyes around the room. In his line of sight, a blond young man was being held on an older Romulan's lap. The older Romulan was driving again and again into the young man. The way the young man parted his legs was . . . Kirk's face was flushed. He glanced down at Spock again. Then he discretely looked at himself. The soft fabric of the kilt was molding against him, and his erect cock was clearly outlined against the pale cloth. He was big, but not as big as Spock. Spock was not even yet fully hard, but still his cock was big, thick, and its double-ridged head was particularly large, the tip glistening.

Kirk looked at Spock's broad calm face.

"Spock, Pardek is watching us." He heard his own rough and blushed.

Spock gave Kirk a steady look.

Then he opened his robe completely.

Around them, men were writhing and sighing, around them men were sticking their big cocks in each other's mouths and asses, around them men were standing handling themselves as they watched the others.

Suddenly Kirk pulled his kilt up. Nothing wrong with that. Two manly friends looking at each other's hard-ons. Very cordial. Very friendly. Nothing wrong with that. Two fond companions. A simple boyish pleasure. Kirk stared at Spock's erection, glistening, wet at the tip. His own was smaller but as well-shaped, as hard. Kirk looked at Spock's calm dark eyes. "Spock, this is a very stimulating," he said softly. He was longing to touch himself or Spock. A cock that big. His hand around the double head. Stroking Spock. He lay back and spread his legs. His kilt was still pulled up to his waist. "Have you ever done this?"

Spock was curt. "Yes."

"You can enter me. I've also done things like this in my time. You can have me. It won't hurt. It'll feel good."

Kirk was very excited, he imagined the other men listening to him, them wanting to see Spock stick it in him, wanting to see Spock spread Kirk's legs with his knees as one would a woman and poise himself at the most sensitive entrance to Kirk's compact body. He imagined them seeing Spock stretch his flesh, move against him, make him come again and again.

"You can pretend I'm someone else."

"There is no necessity for that, Captain. Now, if you will remove that garment. . ."

He did, and then Spock lay down on top of him.

Spock's warm golden skin was making Kirk lightheaded and now his long fingers were running through Kirk's hair and Spock was gently running his teeth along Kirk's neck.

It was quite Utopian; men of many species were there on the couches - a good number of the younger men were Tsilenophes, a species famed for their beautiful forms, their amusingly willful ways. He glanced over; Pardek was still looking at them. His face was flushed.

What the . . . then the heat of Spock's body washed over him again and he shut his eyes. Something . . . he wasn't quite himself - then he gave in: all right, he'd pay the woman to Spock's man.

Spock moved into him.

That big cock head was poised right inside, throbbing against him; Kirk could almost feel its shape, feel the double ridges.

Oh, the blessed part of all this was that he could trust Spock, every cell in Spock's body was loyal and true, Spock was the truest man he'd ever met, and Kirk spread his legs even more widely apart so Spock could come in and Spock was breathing heavily. Oh, Spock was big; Kirk could feel his heat and length.

"Oh, god, Spock.'

And Spock began to move against Kirk and back from him.

Who was this happening to? It was hardly as if he were Jim Kirk and this was Spock between his legs, inside him, and he opened his eyes. What would they all think, was it some sort of drug?

Pardek.

Pardek was staring at them, his eyes soft and tender, his mouth slightly open, and a beautiful Tsilenophe came over and Pardek turned to him and pulled the gleaming hips of the Tsilenophes to him and murmured soemting and then he took the Tsilephones into his greedy mouth.

Kirk closed his eyes. He felt what a beautiful woman felt, that ache of aroused and penetrated flesh around Spock's erection and Spock was merciless in his taking of him.

"Spock," Kirk whispered, "Spock."

"Jim, Jim," Spock muttered, and then Kirk felt it, the twitching and jerking and wetness and he could feel Spock's heart drumming against him like a little bird in Spock's chest and he spread his legs and moved his own erection against Spock's body and thought of Spock once again and he was coming too and Spock grabbed him.

They lay there panting for a moment. Then Spock sat up. He looked at Kirk.

"Don't get dressed, they . . . will suspect something. Just that belt will suffice."

Kirk looked at Spock.

His robe was open.

"Captain, we seem to have fulfilled a certain duty. Shall we now go speak to Pardek?" Even limp, Spock was large, the big head of his cock hanging lazily between his thighs. Kirk didn't want to look away; he had never noticed Spock's thighs before, their slender strength.

Kirk followed Spock's slow stroll. He had never been naked in front of so many people. But no one noticed him anymore than they did the warm air; Kirk was part of the warm air, the warm humid air, a tree in the breeze. No one stared more than a second; they admired him as they would the beautiful of a particular cloud breezing by, and he felt the same of them, as they caressed each other and smiled and kissed and here and there a man exploded against the body of the one he loved just as he and Spock had done.

Suppose Spock had fastening a rope around his chest, right at the nipples, a rough hemp rope, rubbing against his tender skin, and was leading him through the crowd, like a slave he'd captured, like something he owned. Kirk shivered.

A shorter Tsilenophe came up to them, about Kirk's height, and put his hand on Kirk's ass and Kirk and Spock both turned to him and he pressed himself against Kirk.

"Pretty, aren't they all?" Pardek called to Spock.

"Quite," Spock said.

Pardek had now gotten his Tsilenophe to sit beside him. The Tsilenophe had beautiful bodies, small straight noses, long hair, big muscular necks, large genitals; they were made for love. This one wore a golden necklace, golden bracelets, nothing else.

Pardek had not quit stroking his Tsilenophe when Kirk and Spock came over; he merely gave Kirk a languid appreciative look. "I'm awfully glad you enjoyed the League's meeting. Rorik has told me tonight would be special."

They all looked over to Rorik.

Like Spock, Rorik was still in his robe, and it was open and Rorik was writhing under the ministrations of his naked lover who had placed himself on the reclining Rorik and he was now moving steadily and slowly against Rorik's body, his strong hands gripping Rorik's arms to steady himself.

"Oh, look at that talented boy," Pardek purred and nodded his head. A slender boy was pinioned on both ends by a pair of older Romulans, each intent on writing the most pleasure possible out of him.

Kirk watched the beautiful boy. A tall naked Romulan with a cock nearly as big as Spock's was watching the boy as well.

Suppose Spock was fucking Kirk in the ass, his slender hands holding Kirk's cupid-round ass in his hands, and that Romulan came over and stuck his big dick in Kirk's face. "Suck it," he would say. The air was warm and humid and he pressed in a feline way against Spock. The air was warm, it was Romulus after all, and damp too with all the breathing. With all the breathing and coming and sucking. Wet kisses. Humid.

Cold air suddenly. Rustling. A commotion. "Centurions are at the door," one man shouted.

Pardek turned pale. "No!"

Kirk's eyes met Spock's. He was Captain Kirk again. "I noticed an exit earlier. Senator, let us make a safe egress." And he grabbed a cloth to wrap around him and led the way.

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Their shuttlecraft had been tampered with.

Together, after safely leaving Pardek, he and Spock had been able to land on a remote forested part of Romulus, but they could go no further.

"Captain, I have made radio contact with the Enterprise."

"Good, Spock. Tell them the location of our camp site and find out when they can be here."

Spock began giving Uhura their coordinates.

Kirk looked at Spock. Despite the hasty escape and the damaged shuttlecraft, he had not quite recovered from the evening at the League.

The size of that dick. He remembering how the ruffled head of Spock's cock had felt going into him. Well, that was all right, everybody liked a little assplay, girls and guys alike. It was just that . . . he wanted a little more.

Spock sitting there manning the radio system. Kirk could hear Uhura double-checking the transmitted site information. Spock was as calm as a stone.

"Spock out." He turned to Kirk. "Three days, Captain Kirk. Sulu will be manning the shuttlecraft Redstone. All we have to do is wait."

There was a pause.

Then Kirk spoke: "Good. Now, shall we have some rations?"

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The area where they had landed was the site of a curious anomaly; it was one of the few places on the planet where there was a constant full moon; the Romulan moon Vesta was completely visible every night.

"A nice view," Spock said.

Dammit. Kirk had no idea how to bring the matter up, but, dammit, they had to talk.

"That was an interesting evening. Interesting in every way."

"So it was, Captain."

Kirk sighed. "In a way I enjoyed it. Did you . . . perhaps . . . enjoy it as well?"

"It had distinct pleasures."

"Back at the meeting of the League, some of those men seemed to enjoy . . . oral sex."

"That does not surprise me, Captain. That is a commonplace caress."

"Something happened to me back there, Spock. I guess we need to talk about it."

"Indeed."

"I feel almost as if I have been poisoned or drugged."

"What are your symptoms, Captain?"

"It must be like your ponn farr. All I can think about is what we did back there?"

"That is not ponn farr."

"No, I know, Spock, and I mean no disrespect, but I would very much . . . like to continue that. At least now."

"You would like to . . . ?"

"Let us be together. For awhile, just to get it out of my system."

Spock put his hand on Kirk's shoulder. "Captain, you do not need to justify anything to me."

And Kirk leaned over and knelt against Spock's lean body and opened the thin fabric of his pants and took him in his mouth; again he felt Spock's pulse. The taste was different from his own, but still sensual and inviting. He remembered how he liked women to do that for him, and he covered his teeth with his lips and moved over and over again just around the huge head of Spock's erection, until he felt Spock sighing hard, and then he took his mouth away.

"Jim?" Spock said; it was a whisper.

"Enter me," Kirk told him and stood up and took off his pants. Then he got on his knees. Presenting himself. Like an animal. Again, he couldn't quite believe it was himself, but still he spread his knees because he knew that would make it better and he felt Spock enter him.

The head of Spock's dick was exquisite. Kirk was small and round and soft and pink for Spock's brutal bigness. "Please, Spock, just a little, til this is over." And he felt Spock against him, big, pushing, rhythmic, and there was a growl in Spock's throat, and Kirk moved himself against Spock's erection. "Oh, oh," he felt the double head going in. Then Spock was all the way in. Kirk was seeing stars, he had never felt anything remotely like this fullness, this stiffness, this heat.

And Spock began to move back forth, at first slowly, letting Kirk feel the burn and itch of penetration and then more rapidly.

"Come for me, Jim, come for me."

"No, you come, you come hard, let me feel it," and Spock was coming and then Kirk did too, and they collapsed together.

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When dawn came, they went on a reconnaissance mission.

It had been a lucky landing. There was a small lake not too far from their site.

"I shall bathe here tonight. I have not bathed since we traveled here," Spock said and looked at Jim.

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When night fell, they ate their rations.

"I am going to the lake," Spock said. He stood up, and began to take off his clothes. Kirk could not tear his eyes away. "You may join me if you wish."

Following the naked Spock in the bright moonlight was an intoxicating experience. Kirk could not speak; his senses were filled with the strange beauty of their location, with Spock's lithe long-legged figure.

Spock walked to the water; the golden moon's reflection made it look as if he were walking into a molten lake of gold. "You may come to me, Jim, if you like."

Jim. The commonplace syllable always sounded so exotic in Spock's voice, as if he were exploring the possiblities of a Jim, what a Jim could be.

Kirk walked over, naked too, like a beast in the friendly forest and Spock crouched in the water. Then Kirk came into the water and, when he grew close to Spock, he knelt by him.

"Spock, do you remember that boy who was sitting on his lover's lap." Kirk heard the roughness in his own voice. "I'd like that. I want that. If you don't mind. Just til this is over."

Spock was crouching on the sandy lake bottom and Kirk moved toward him in the moonlit water. Then Spock sat and Kirk placed himself on Spock. Oh, Spock was large, punishingly large. But Kirk deserved it, he deserved that big painful cock stuck up his ass. He slowly worked himself completely against Spock and then suddenly Spock was lying against the sandy lake bed, and he was moving in and out, hard as rock, against Kirk.

The contrast of Spock's superheated skin and the icy water was most astonishing and Kirk writhed against Spock and he felt Spock's hand come around and grab him from the front and he began to move against Spock's hand.

"Spock, Spock" he said, and Spock said, "I'm here Jim, just relax" and Kirk let go of all the formalities in his mind and just concentrated on the heat and the water and the insistent tug of Spock's hand and then he was bent double in spasms of ectasty. "Spock!"

"Jim, I'm here, I'm still here." Kirk's head was against Spock's chest; he heard the pounding of his heart.

And he had forgotten how cold the water was.

"Spock, what's happening to me? Did they drug me back there? "

"Captain, I believe the water has sufficiently refreshed us. Let me accompany you back to the shore. I think you would be more comfortable if we removed ourselves from this icy water."

Back at the lakeside, Spock wrapped a welcome piece of cloth around Kirk.

"Captain, I find it hard to believe you were drugged. We dined from the same platters. Due to my upbringing and education, I am very familiar with the differences between earthling and Vulcan/Romulan foodstuffs. I know what you ingested there."

"Yet I want you inside me again tonight. The feel of that intoxicates me. It's tantamount of a crazving. " Kirk's voice was rough, itself heated. Are you sure this is not be a sort of ponn farr?"

"Possibly there are analogies," Spock said. His face was impassive, his voice dry. And he leaned over Kirk's shivering body. "If I entered you now, I would serve the double purpose of satisfying your craving and keeping your body temperature regulated. Would you like that?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

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The third night under the eternal full moon: He would have to control himself; this was unnatural. Impassive unflappable Sulu had already contacted them; he would be here tomorrow.

He would have to show his captain's strength for Sulu. Nothing tonight. No big cock in his ass tonight. He wouldn't suck Spock's dick tonight.

They had eaten their supper rations and were sitting there.

"Spock, maybe I'm over my . . . fit now."

"Stop tormenting me, Jim."

"Spock?"

"Jim, you are mine now and I am yours. We have tried to keep it from one another. But surely we have earned the right to be honest with one another. Did you not enjoy this?"

"Spock! Of course."

"I want to bond with you." They looked at each other. "We have bonded."

"Thank God. Please, now, again and again before tomorrow. While the moon is full."

"The moon is always full."

-the end-

Challenge:
Public sex by choice. Can be semi-public as well.