Title: In Another's Shadow...
Author: Gayle Rochefort-Potts
Contact: tpotts@sprint.ca
Series: Mirror-TOS
Pairings: MSpock/f
Archived: MirrorUniverse Fuq-FestDisclaimer: TPTB have all the headaches... I get to have all the fun.
Summary: Mirror-Spock has been appointed captain of the Enterprise-A... he has an interesting addition to his personal staff.
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"In Another's Shadow..."
(c)October 1998
Posted: October 2001
The entire ship's compliment, in full dress uniform, was in attendance for the promotion of their new captain. Somehow they had once again defied the odds and Spock had become the captain of the I.S.S Enterprise-A and Kirk had moved up into the higher echelons. Admiral Kirk now served the High Counsel of the Empire. This was a milestone in the history of the Empire, never before had the captaincy been handed to another without the death of the previous captain. This was also the first time a field officer had survived a command in order to serve on the Council. Both had to work against a lifetime of conditioning and to find the trust and the belief in each other.
Kirk moved over to Spock standing off in the corner as he usually did at these occasions. "Well, *Captain* Spock. How does it feel?"
"Feel, Admiral? The reference is not applicable in this case." He raised an eyebrow and sipped on the large glass of smoking golden ale. His private stock and some had suggested that he had it formulated to be poisonous to the Human nervous system. Those that believed it were not aware of his heritage.
Security Chief, Commander Sulu walked down the corridor, his steps a little harder than usual. He was annoyed that he had been called away from the celebrations and his latest female acquisition. He stepped into the docking bay reception area and after a brief glance at the visitor; he went to the duty officer. "Mr. Raleigh."
Raleigh snapped to attention as Sulu entered. He handed him the reader and the identification slate that was given to him. "Sir."
Sulu slipped the slate into the reader, glancing again at the visitor. The visitor was completely concealed within the wrappings of a Vulcan cloak, hood and all. The height of this individual was about the same as his. The vessel that this visitor had come to the Enterprise in was a diplomatic courier bullet that held Ambassador Sarek's markings. "You will remove the cloak."
"When I am in the presence of Khar'lan Spock. Not before." The voice was low and authoritative.
Sulu considered this person then checked the screen again. If he read the Vulcan correctly, this female was to report to Spock personally. He considered the effect this would have if he took the literal meaning of the orders. He was satisfied with the possible repercussions. "Come." Sulu started out of the bay with the shrouded figure following him.
The doors slid open to the celebration in full force. He stopped momentarily to scan the room for Captain Spock. He spotted him then headed towards the officer, the cloaked figure still in tow. "Captain Spock." Sulu handed him the reader with the identification slate.
Spock scanned the read-out. "T'Ra'len cha'Tam'a."
The cloaked figure moved to stand in front of Spock. She immediately went down on one knee and offered her weapon to him. She held an ahn-vahr, an ancient suicide blade that was offered when loyalty was questioned. "I have come to serve, S'haile Spock."
S'haile... not that was a title Spock had not heard in a long time. Sarek was a 'Lord', Spock was a Captain. Spock reached to pull her hood back, wishing to observe tradition. "Your service honours." He took the short sword from her hands.
Her hands dropped to her side, her head remained bowed and she was prepared to accept whatever fate was decided.
Spock examined the blade then used the tip of the blade to lift her chin. He looked to Sulu. "Escort her to my quarters." He waited for her to stand then offered the blade back to her, hilt first. "I will be there directly."
Kirk had been watching the officers. He tipped back the last of the brandy then filled his glass again. He waited for Sulu and the female to leave. He smiled at Spock as he turned to face him. "Interesting. I have never known you to... indulge."
Spock raised an eyebrow. "Privilege of station." He bowed his head then turned on a heel and headed to his quarters.
Kirk grinned. His attention was drawn to the doctor as he half-watched Captain Spock leaving. "Bones, what do you think?" He indicated the departing figure with the hand that held the glass.
Doctor McCoy filled his glass with the brandy he had been drinking. "I can arrange for us to listen in to their conversation?" He took in a mouthful of the fiery drink.
"It will probably be in Vulcan anyway."
"We can translate it you know."
Kirk shook his head. "Maybe another time. I won't be leaving yet. My orders are to remain on board and keep an eye on him."
"They don't trust him?"
"They don't trust... us." Kirk wasn't stupid. When he had seen his orders that was the only conclusion he could come to. "I think they want to see if he will last through the first mission or not."
*****
Spock entered the quarters and was not surprised to see the officer waiting patiently in the corridor. He touched the privacy lock on the door then moved to stand in front of this woman. "T'Re'lan." His hand went to her chin. He met her eyes as his thumb touched her soft lips. His other hand went to the fastener on her cloak. In one fluid motion, he slipped it from her shoulders then tossed it onto the near-by chair. "You cut your hair."
Her head bowed. "A requirement, My Lord, during training."
"Your training..." He studied her, slowly circling her, his touch did not leave her chin until he was standing at her side. "...was remarked upon by Sarek." He had found that the shorter hairstyle did not change her seductive looks. The feathering effect around her face gave her a less severe look. It hid her ears as well. He remembered them to be aesthetically pleasing. He ran a hand down her back, over her firm and shapely derriere. He pulled her to him; his other hand was positioned on her face. "Thy thoughts..." He reached in.
Re'lan felt his firm body against hers. She lowered her shielding as she was commanded to do. Spock had not changed. She felt his power just as she had when Sarek had sent her to his chambers six years ago when he was visiting. Re'lan had known then that she was only there to service a need that his mate could not. 'She' did not exist any longer. Her death had been swift but 'she' should have been here to serve him for this purpose, as well as to protect him.
Spock released the search through her thoughts. She had always been trustworthy - carefully selected by his mother and trained by only the best teachers in the ancient arts of defence and of pleasuring. His hand moved slightly to probe even deeper into her thoughts. They were laid open to him. Every single memory and thought were his to own if he so desired it. He marked her enough for his purposes.
She was not surprised as his mouth covered hers. His tongue probed her mouth and his hands pulled her tightly to him. She knew better than to touch him until it was permitted. His hand moved to the fastener on her suit then drew it down slowly. His mouth tasted her skin as he moved slowly down her body. The opening continued between her legs and just far enough that she was accessible to him without undressing. She adjusted her stance as he moved lower. Her eyes closed as his mouth tasted her. His hands ran along her legs and up to her hips. His finger dug into her skin as he sucked on the tiny fold of flesh. Her body shivered and she bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from crying out.
He stopped suddenly causing her to gasp. His hands opened his pants and his long thick swollen penis was freed. He looked up to her then applied pressure on her hips, suggesting that she crouch down. His hand guided his hot penis into her as she lowered herself onto him. He tasted her throat; nipping at her soft shoulder then freeing one breast he took it into his mouth and began sucking hard. He allowed her to hold onto his arms for support.
"Do not move." He whispered to her as he moved to the other breast. Her clothing was moved out of the way but not removed. He recalled how pleasurable she had been his last time with her. His hand held her other breast and his thumb played with the hardened nipple. He moved his hips slightly to push deeper into her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him tighter. He held her arms and slowly lay her down upon the floor; her hips still on his lap. He breathed deeply and roughly caressed her body. Her stomach, her breasts and her throat were all warm and held the faintest sheen of perspiration.
He leaned forward to taste her skin sucking it to mark her. He made a path up to her throat and she tipped back her head exposing it to him. His teeth clamped gently against her throat and felt her increased pulse. He licked her skin enjoying her unique Vulcan taste.
Her hands had clenched as he sucked on her breast. Her nails dug into her palms as his teeth tightened on her throat. Her body shivered then shook with anticipation. She had never known anyone but Spock in this manner. Even the instructors that were usually quite physical in their demonstrations were ordered not to touch her. She closed her eyes tightly as his fingertips stroked the front of her body.
"You wish to move?" His voice was raspy and deep.
"If you wish me to, S'haile." Her voice was deeper than before.
"Are you close?"
"Yes, S'haile."
He lifted one of her hands then gently opened the fist she had made. His tongue licked the blood that had been drawn by her nails. "Very close?" he subtly intoned.
"Yes, S'haile," was her breathy reply.
He lifted her other hand and tasted the blood on her palm. "Do not do this again." He licked the length of her hand then kissed her palm.
"Yes, S'haile."
Spock ran his hands up her body, his hands went into her hair then he pushed into her and drew out slowly.
He pushed into her, slowly. It was taking all of her control not to move, not to clench her fists and not to reach into his thoughts. There were matters that were instinctual. Her body shivered and a moan escaped her lips. She bit gently into her bottom lip as he slowly pulled out. She could not control this with Spock; she had learned this the first and only time she had been with him. "It is your pleasure that must be served," she stated as her body shivered. She was too close to control her tremors.
Spock brushed his lips against hers then sat back, his hands resting at her hips. Her body was hot and flushed with the controlled passions. "And if my pleasure is to have you pleasured... what would your answer be then?"
"It can not happen, S'haile." She ran her hands along his arms. She closed her eyes then sighed. "I can not wait much longer, S'haile."
"Then you shall not." He stretched out on top of her and within a few strokes brought them both to a shattering release. He pushed deeply into her then cried out as his body pumped the hot fluid into her. He supported his weight on arms then kissed her. They were both breathing heavily. He wet her lips with his tongue. "Welcome aboard, T'Re'lan."
******
T'Re'lan moved easily through the water. Even the lessons for swimming had been arranged for. T'sai Amanda had sent her to Earth for the lessons with a Vulcan instructor. He had attempted to touch her only once, and now bore the scar of her blade.
Surfacing at the end of the pool, she wiped the water from her face. She felt someone enter the water. She turned to face the officer. This had been the one who had escorted her to Spock's quarters a few weeks earlier. She wore her short blade even swimming and was not averse to using it, but Spock had cautioned her that it was not to be an immediate reaction.
"This area has been reserved for my use alone, Commander." She met his eyes and immediately had the impression that he could not be entirely trusted.
Sulu studied this woman. He stood in the pool beside her; his eyes had already assessed her physical attributes. "I can obtain the use of any part of this vessel at anytime, I am the chief of security."
She considered that this bit of information was to impress her in some fashion. "This does not give you privilege." She reached to the side to pull herself out, but his hands held her waist.
Sulu pulled her back into the water and then held her tightly against his body. "I have privilege where I say I do." With a fingertip he brushed her shoulder and neck while his other hand held both of hers.
Amused but not surprised at his audacity, T'Re'lan slip her hand out of his, her hand went to his throat as she turned to face him. Her fingers positioned carefully so as not to cause any permanent damage. "*I* give privilege, Commander. It is not asked of me." She tightened her grip just lightly and his face started to darken. "I am Vulcan. You have no privilege with me in the least." She met his dark eyes then relaxed her hand. "I sleep lightly and armed." She dropped her hand then pulled herself out of the water without even a glance in his direction.
*******
Captain Spock looked up from the computer terminal when she entered his quarters. Her appearance was pleasing. Again he inwardly thanked his father for having chosen so well. "You are returning early?"
"I did not wish to continue the swim."
Spock perceived that there was a problem. "And the reason being...?"
T'Re'lan did not wish to make an issue out of the incident with Commander Sulu. She was not the kind of officer to appeal to her commander. Instead she preferred to conduct matters with her own discretion. "There was another that required the pool. I had been there for an hour, I found the exercise sufficient." She moved to Spock's side as he requested with a gesture.
He was learning to read his concubine's moods. She was not his mate, but she served him as a bond-mate might. She also had her own preferences and he took pleasure in satisfying her at times. He reached up and held her chin, his thumb brushed her lips. "You appear concupiscence. Is this accurate?"
She did desire him. Her run-in with the security chief had fuelled her adrenaline... not to mention that she adored her Lord's use of archaic terms. This was a sign of his intelligence and a further enticement of his charms. "In your presence that is a common affliction." She smiled slightly. She lifted her hand and drew her fingertips down his face. She used the back of her fingers to stroke his beard. It suited him. She followed the line of his jaw up to his ear. "You have duty?"
"No. Admiral Kirk is on the bridge at the moment." He pulled her a little closer. "My reports can wait." He turned the chair so he would face her then pulled her into his lap.
She tucked her knees on either side of him. She leaned forward and kissed him gently. Her tongue wet his lips. She covered his mouth with hers then pushed her tongue into his mouth. She had been educated in all forms of Vulcan and Human lovemaking. She knew how to arouse his body and his thoughts to the point to where he would believe that he was experiencing pon farr. She also had the skill to walk away and leave him in that state.
She opened his uniform tunic then slid it off his shoulders and it was tossed onto the desktop. She stroked his arms as she leaned forward and tasted his lips, gently nipping the soft skin. The silk shirt was the next item of clothing to be removed and it too joined the tunic on the desktop. She ran her hands over his naked chest then teased and pinched his nipples. Her mouth covered his again.
Spock closed his eyes as her touch continued. He felt the changes she encouraged in his body and was quite willing to be touched and stroked in this manner. She had showered after her swim and her scent was intoxicating at times. He breathed in her perfume and moaned softly. He had not identified the fragrance she infrequently wore until now, "Deltan pheromones..." he whispered.
"You object, S'haile? I will not wear it if..."
"No. It is acceptable." His mouth rested against her throat feeling her rapid pulse against his lips. "But do not roam the ship..." he added with a slight smile. He reached to the fastener of her bodysuit but was stopped. He opened his eyes to her dark purple eyes.
"Not yet, S'haile. I wish only to pleasure you." She took his hand brushed the palm with her lips then licked the length. His hand moved into her hair. His fingers clenched in the short length as he kissed her. The passion increased with each passing second. The fingers of his other hand caressed her body then pulled her closer. She felt how warm and hard he was getting.
He drew her hips closer as he shifted forward slightly in the chair. He could feel how warm she was even through the fabrics that separated them. He leaned back in the chair. She leaned forward slightly, taking his nipple into her mouth, alternating between sucking and licking. His hands moved into her hair to encourage this activity. He finally permitted a moan to escape his lips.
She moved to the other side, pausing only long enough to kiss him. She gave the other side the same exact treatment. She slipped off his lap then knelt in front of him. She ran her hands along the edge of his waistband then opened his pants. Her tongue touched the tip then slowly moved around and down the hardness. She closed her mouth around the base then began to stroke him. She sucked gently at first. Her hands caressed his stomach then around his waist to his back. She felt the shiver travel along his body, he unclenched his fingers from her hair, repositioning them at the contact points.
He moaned as another shiver took control of him. He felt the growing heat in his groin, then the sensation that he was anxious for. He reached into her thoughts, joining them for the few seconds before his release. He sensed her pleasure at this, then shared her sensation of her activities. Her nails dug into his waist as the release was shared. The sudden relief and pleasure that he felt and the thick liquid as it was pumped down her throat.
She drank it greedily, satisfied in her accomplishments. She sucked until he was dry and then rested her head on his lap. He brushed her hair back with his fingertips then joined them again to share his satisfaction in her abilities.
They remained this way for some time, joined to experience the pleasures they found within the sharing of thoughts.
******
T'Re'lan had found serving Captain Spock and this vessel to be satisfying. Spock had arranged for her to study the workings of the vessel. Commander Scott's tutelage was more than adequate. He was an instructor who took the time to insure your understanding but he would not tolerate stupidity or laziness.
T'Re'lan was neither of those things and because of Commander Scott's increasing satisfaction in her work, she had become somewhat of a target for the junior engineering ranks. Today was a day that the tolerance in her presence had reached its limit. On her way from engineering, she was cornered, in a rarely used corridor, by five ensigns.
She watched the young men. "This is not advisable. I do not wish to cause any damage. Allow me to pass."
Ensign Givers stepped forward slightly. "Say please."
T'Re'lan saw no purpose to this. There were individuals on board that watched her for no other purpose than to do so. There were some that watched her and derived pleasure from it. And then there was the group that held ones of this ilk. To assume that privilege and pleasure was to be theirs, no questions asked and with whomever they chose. Today she was to be the chosen one.
"I do not wish to harm any of you. Allow me to pass."
Givers moved aside slightly, giving her the illusion that she was permitted to leave. Then as she moved close to him he reached out, grabbed her arms, held them steady and pressed his mouth down upon hers. It was a brutal kiss that gave neither any pleasure.
T'Re'lan dropped down suddenly, landing on her knees then came straight up to knock Givers off his feet. The others were drawn into the fight and in no time, T'Re'lan had three knocked out, cold. Givers was still one of the supposed victors and he was being unceremoniously tossed out into the main corridor when Spock walked by.
All that could stopped and stood at attention. They saluted their commanding officer.
"Lessons again, T'Re'lan?" He asked as he watched two ensigns begin to awaken. "Be sure not to kill any this time."
T'Re'lan bowed her head. "Yes, S'haile Spock."
Givers couldn't help it and he sputtered a laugh. "Kill one?"
Spock raised his eyebrow. He took a step closer to Givers. "Yes. Kill." He looked to the condition of the humans. "She is toying with you." He looked to the Vulcan male standing beside him. "Show them."
The guard opened his hand for the others to see. He was missing the tips of two of his fingers.
"Soyak believed he would win also." He enjoyed the looks the humans traded then the consensus came that they would leave. He waited until they had left the corridor then looked to T'Re'lan. "It never fails to succeed."
Soyak clasped his hands behind him, as was custom. "They assume too much. They do not ask for clarifications." He had lost the fingertips in a fight, that part was accurate, but it was a fight with three crewmembers that had threatened Spock's life not T'Re'lan, but even he had learned to be cautious when he practiced with her.
"You were attending your end-meal?"
"Yes, S'haile."
"Come then." Spock continued down the corridor with T'Re'lan at his side and his body guard behind.
THE END
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