STORIES

The Image of Perfection by Deborah Cummins
 NC-17 Previously published in T'hy'la 10

Aliens, he thought as he watched Kirk lean over the Vulcan and gently smooth out his ruffled hair. And lovers too, I'll bet. There were, he well understood, some universals in the galaxy. The look of anguished love on the human's face was one of them.

I Know You're Out There Somewhere by Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten
 PG, warning for violence, Previously published in T'hy'la 25

Kirk wrapped himself deep within his own mind, preventing young Spock's touch-telepathy from penetrating his psyche. He didn't know how the future could be jeopardized if Spock were to find out who he was. He left just enough open to let the love leak through.

Ease Into Love by kira-nerys
 NC17, Previously published in Beyond Dreams 6

He would not put himself through the ordeal of binding himself to another again, not before finding out if the one he truly wanted was there for him. He had believed that he would have more time to prepare himself, to prepare Jim. The last few months had not been pleasant. Denying to himself that something was wrong, trying to keep the truth hidden even from himself, had been difficult, and in the end he had been unsuccessful. He should have learned from his mistake the first time. Ignoring pon farr was not the way to solve anything.

Daedalus Aloft by Lyrastar
 NC-17, S/m and K/S Sequel to Brueghel's Icarus

"Damn it, Jim, I don't like it." McCoy spat out the words. He pulled his bag off from over his shoulder, banging it down on the table with a dull thud. "You're risking the future of the Earth--hell, with the role Earth played in space exploration, maybe much more than that--for one man."

Picking Perfect Tomatoes by Ster Julie
 PG Double drabble

And if the tomato feels like my t'hy'la's derriere...

Then you know that tomato is ripe!

No. Then I know it's overripe.

Night in the Apollo by Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten
 NC17, Previously published in T'hy'la 25

"Jim." Kirk leaned into Spock's outstretched arm. The Vulcan held him in this one-limbed embrace as they shared a brief kiss.

"Well, we're stuck in a world-famous science museum after hours with very little security. This could be fun! What should we do now?" Kirk rubbed his hands together, almost visibly shedding years as he spoke.

The Other Man Trap by Slasherfem
 NC-17 for graphic violence, grisly death scenes and attempted rape scene

Kirk's rage was so intense, it made the creature smile. It cherished every obscenity Kirk called it, savored every mind picture of what the human would like to do to it if he weren't paralyzed, enjoyed the feelings of helplessness that swept over Kirk like a tidal wave as he tried to move his body. *Poor James. Do not worry, I shall cherish your friend as much as you do until his final moments.* Shutting its eyes, the creature concentrated, keeping the image of Kirk in its mind as it began to shift shape, using its psychic powers to create the illusion of Captain James T. Kirk. Its form began to shimmer before Kirk's eyes, as if he were seeing it through the waves of heat rising from a fire. The next thing he knew, he was looking up at himself. A second Captain Kirk stood looking down at the first one, a perfect replica, right down to the dirt stains on the shoulders of his gold uniform shirt.

A Higher Power by K'Chaps
 NC-17 Written to fulfill Diegina's challenge in the Low-Pressure Fest

Kirk hated to look after another snap, but Q was merely sitting on a chaise lounge. It was red, but unremarkable. His feet, however, were propped up on Spock's hunched back. "Get your feet off my first officer!"

Q crossed his legs. "He makes a grand footstool. Back to you though. Command is lonely. Jean-Luc never gets laid, but you; you don't seem quite so . . . stupid."

The Worst of Times by Starshadow
 G, K&Mc, K/S remembered

That man stands alone in the observation deck staring at the stars whose beauty he had known and wanted to walk among since childhood. He has seen his share of tragedy and joy; this grief wells up from the deepest part of his soul, springing from the sacrifice that saved his life and the lives of almost four hundred young cadets whose first training mission was to be a short jaunt out beyond Cochrane's Limit and back. He does not see the stars, only memory.

Singular Identity by SmuttyKitty
 NC-17 Slight sub/dom

M'Benga rubbed his chin pensively. "Or intense mental contact. The conventional resolution of Pon Farr is through both. Sex and telepathy." He looked puzzled and then looked at McCoy.

"Does Spock have a relationship with anyone that you know of? Another link that would have sustained him after the severing of his link with T'Pring?"

Love Among the Cookies by Starshadow
 G Poetry

(excerpt)
Did some careening god laugh to himself and say
I'll build me a man
And I'll put half of him here, on this wet planet
And half of him there, on that dry desert world.
And I'll see if they find one another.
We got the last laugh
On that god. We found ourselves
We made ourselves whole

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