Side by Side #22

A Kirk/Spock E-zine

Side by Side Archive & Submission Guidelines | Coded by Farfalla Caquí | Conceived & Hosted by Lady Kardasi


~ STORIES ~

...which most likely and most hopefully contain scenes of ardent romance between males, so if that's not for you, or if Kirk/Spock isn't your pairing of choice, go to this website to look at some cat macros instead.

...And a Bottle of Rum, by Thataway, NC-17.
Kirk and Spock play pirates on the Shore Leave planet.

Dawn, by Jenna Hilary Sinclair, G.

Letter to the Dead by Starshadow, G.
Kirk tries to cope with the death of his spouse after Khan. No happy ending, some angst.

From Death Through Darkness, by Hypatia Kosh, NC-17.
Spock enters pon farr a month after the Fal-Tor-Pan. What does Kirk do?

The Teapot Dome Scandal, by Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten, NC-17.
Kirk and Spock just can't have a normal shore leave, can they? Inspired by Diegina's natural habitat, the beautiful tearooms of the Czech Republic.

Vulcan Heat, by Mary Kay, NC-17++ & AU.
On a Vulcan which never knew Surak, a golden-haired slave captures a warrior's heart. Illustration by Starshadow.
warning/advertisement: contains slavery, violence, & rape.

Daredevil: a poem by Diegina with accompanying artwork.

Click on the thumbnail to enlarge art, or just read the poem.

Painting by Gamin Davis

Originally commissioned by Farfalla and printed in the zine T'hy'la 26.

KIRK SHEDS HIS COCOON

a drabble by Farfalla

"Tell her--I feel fine." Spock left his father and rejoined Kirk.

"I'll have to pitch that shirt," Kirk quipped as they exited HQ.

"Shirt?"

"That Uhura bought me when you were promoted--'My husband's the CAPTAIN but I am the ADMIRAL'. I--I wore it when we left Earth to retrieve you from Genesis. It was there the whole time, under my shirt, reminding me of you," he added in a quiet, emotional voice.

"After being worn as your undershirt for three months in the Vulcan desert, I believe there are reasons other than your demotion for its retirement."

Shirt seen in shop window on George Street, St. Augustine, FL


"I told you we were being watched, Jim."