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Fic: For The Love Of...

ptork66 — Tue, 27 Dec 2011 06:58:30 GMT

For The Love Of...
Author: ptork66
Fandom/Genre: Torchwood with a side of Doctor Who/Gen
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17 to be safe, even if it is only for the last 500 words
Word Count: 2986
Warnings: Un-beta'ed, first-time Torchwood fic. Other than that, none.

Summary: A wedding and one good man inspire a stirring of long-dead emotions and a gesture of a feeling that he won't name.

Inspired By: Untitled by bookwrm89 for the Who (re) Versebang

"You're not wearing a dress to our wedding," Jack said as he glanced to Ianto with an eyebrow arched. He looked the dress over and then looked back into Ianto's eyes, a smirk twisting his lips. "Though it would suit your figure well. Maybe we'll keep it to the bedroom..."

Ianto rolled his eyes to the ceiling and bit his lip. "The dress isn't for me," He said, opening his mouth to continue.

"I'm not wearing a dress for our wedding, either." Jack interrupted, tilting his head to the side. "But I bet my ass would look great in it."

Ianto sighed heavily bowed his head, covering his face with one hand. "It's not for you, either. I happen to love the way your arse looks in your tux very much. That striped shirt... I can't wait to get it off you." He paused. "Since when are we having a wedding?"

Jack shrugged. "I just thought you might want a little role play," He grinned. "But if it's not for me or for you, who's it for? Why do you have a wedding dress?" Jack's smile grew as he flipped through his research, skimming the text as he looked for the section he needed. "Are you certain it isn't a new kink you want to try out? I'm game." He chuckled. "Actually..." He looked up and eyed the dress. "Isn't that the dress Gwen wore? Why do you have Gwen's dress?"

Ianto shook his head, set the dress aside, and stood. "Coffee?" He asked perfunctorily as he moved towards the drinks station, his mind calming as his hands moved through the familiar motions. "Yes, it's Gwen's dress," He said. "She told me Rhys had...accidentally stained it, and I mentioned a fantastic dry cleaners I'd recommend. I offered to take it for her, since she was going on holiday."

"Ianto, the helper," Jack chuckled. "You know," He said, leaning back in his chair and lacing his fingers behind his head, "I might need your help with something a little later on tonight." An eyebrow raised. "What do you say? Think you'll be up for it?" He waggled his eyebrows and smirked.

Ianto remained quiet until Jack's coffee was ready. He put the mug on a saucer and carried it over to his boss and lover. "Here you are," He said, avoiding Jack's gaze as he set the drink down on the desk. As he stood, he couldn't help but glance towards him. Jack grinned, and Ianto dropped his gaze for a moment before looking back. He swallowed a little, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously, then he gathered his courage and quickly leaned in, pressing his lips against Jack's.

"I knew you couldn't resist me," Jack murmured. "Who could?" He wrapped his arms around Ianto and pulled the man into his lap. Soon, Ianto became a naughty schoolboy, and Jack disciplined him over his desk.

The next day, Jack and Ianto dressed in silence. Jack allowed Ianto to tie his tie, then returned the favour. Soon, they were ready, and Jack drove them the two hours to Leadworth.

"Why are we going to this wedding again?" Ianto asked.

"Because the Doctor invited us," Jack replied.

"Do we do everything the Doctor says?"

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Yes. Well, mostly. Besides, it's a wedding. Who could turn down a wedding? The bride and groom are beautiful, and the booze and cake are free. And the Doctor will be there." He grinned. "Eye-candy and food, Ianto, come on. What else could you want?"

A small smile turned Ianto's lips up, and he fell quiet, turning his head to look out of the window as they drove through the countryside. The drive felt quick, and soon they arrived at the appointed place.

Jack parked their car and then strode towards the entrance with Ianto on his arm, though that didn't stop him from smiling and winking at all of the attractive attendees. As soon as Ianto could pull him away from chatting up an elderly woman with gorgeous silver grey hair, they found a seat to wait for the ceremony to start.

He hadn't realised the Doctor's latest companion was a fiesty-looking ginger-headed woman, and he couldn't help but lick his lips unconsciously as he watched her with hungry eyes. The groom wasn't his first choice type, but he wasn't bad, either, and he did have a pulse. "I wonder if they'd go for a foursome..." He whispered in Ianto's ear, nibbling on his lobe for a moment.

Ianto swatted him with the wedding program. "Not on their wedding night," He whispered harshly back.

Jack chuckled under his breath.

Thankfully, the ceremony didn't last too long, ending just as Jack started to grow bored. He bolted to his feet and pulled Ianto to the reception hall, finding his assigned seat and then making sure he was one of the first in line for the food.

He glanced at the empty place setting at his table when he brought his full plate back. "River Song..." He muttered. "Sounds interesting." He glanced to Ianto and smiled at the sight of his lover eating so carefully and neatly. He really needed to introduce the man to sloppy joes. After hiding the cutlery and all napkins, of course.

Smirking, he started shovelling food into his mouth, the expression deepening as he caught Ianto's momentary look of disgust. His glance caught on a curvy woman heading his way. He wiped his mouth as he straightened and watched with delight as she took the empty seat.

"Hello, gorgeous," He greeted, meeting her eyes and smiling. "You looking to join two handsome men for the night? Because I think our table has your name on it."

River's eyebrow rose, and she pulled out her chair and sat down, putting her plate in front of her. "You need to work on your pick-up lines, sweetie," She smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkling. She looked him up and down. "Maybe you should let your body do the talking. Keep your mouth shut or put it to other uses. That's my advice," She nodded.

Jack continued to smile. "I'm Harkness. Jack Harkness. Captain Jack Harkness." He held out his hand, taking hers when she reciprocated, and kissed it. "It's so nice to meet you, Miss River Song."

River inclined her head slightly. "Doctor," She said. "Doctor River Song. And who is the charming young man next to you?"

"My apologies, Doctor Song." He glanced to Ianto. "This is my companion, Ianto Jones."

The two shook hands politely while Jack watched. "So how do you know the happy couple?" He asked.

Both of River's eyebrows rose as she suppressed a smirk. She took a sip of her wine. "Mutual acquaintance," She replied.

"Really?" Jack nodded. "Us, as well. I'd actually never set eyes on them before today, and it's really quite a shame... So who do you know? Maybe we know the same person."

River grinned. "An older gentleman. A Doctor."

"Ah," Jack grinned in return as he leaned back in his chair. He continued their conversation until the best man stood for his speech. His attention turned to the main wedding party, waiting for the cake to be cut so he could grab a piece. He clapped and smiled when it was appropriate, clinking glasses with Ianto and River for the toast and smirking devilishly at them both.

Finally time for cake, Jack made sure he was once again one of the first in line, helping himself to the largest piece he could get. His eyes searched the hall as he walked back to his table, looking for his elusive Doctor but not finding him. He returned to the table and fell easily into small talk with his beautiful companions, eating, dancing, and drinking the rest of the night away.

"That was wonderful," Jack drawled as he fell into the hotel bed he was sharing with Ianto for the night. "We oughta do that again sometime soon. But, ya know, maybe you and I ought to be the centre of attention next time. Everyone should be staring at me!" He looked him up and down. "And you're not bad yourself. You look good on my arm." He grinned and beckoned Ianto closer, pulling him into a kiss. "You have far too many clothes on." A pause, "Come to think of it, so do I. We should do something about that."

The night passed in a haze of sex and sleep, and the next morning Ianto and Jack headed back to Cardiff. Business proceeded as usual, though Jack kept more to himself over the next several days, watching Ianto quietly from the corner of his eye.

Nearly a month later, Jack checked his appearance in the mirror, straightening the collar of his jacket and brushing out imaginary wrinkles. His hand dove into his pocket to make sure it was still there, waiting for the right time. He checked his watch and nodded. Time to go.

It didn't take him long to make it to the restaurant where he'd made reservations, and he asked to be seated at the table before Ianto arrived. The wine was already waiting by the time his self-proclaimed boyfriend showed. He smiled at him and put the menu down, standing to greet him with a kiss. He pulled Ianto's chair out and then re-took his own.

They ordered shortly after, and the conversation flowed easily as they ate their meals. Towards the end of their dinner, Jack slipped to one knee beside Ianto's chair, pulling the small box out of his pocket. "Ianto Jones," He said solemnly, "when I didn't believe I could feel anymore, you reminded me I still have a heart, not just a dick. Though I could never promise you fidelity, I can promise to come home to you, though not for the rest of my life, for the rest of yours. Will you marry me?"

Ianto couldn't help but stare, open-mouthed, at the scene in front of him, a sight he'd never thought he'd ever see. He blinked rapidly and opened and closed his mouth several times before finally taking a deep breath. "Yes... I mean, yes, Jack. Are you sure? You'd marry me? I'd never expect you to be faithful to me, I know it's not who you are, but would you really?"

Jack smiled. "Marriage might not have the same meaning to me, but I know it means a lot to you. Now don't make me say any more sappy things. Emotional displays don't suit me. But you know what does?"

Ianto waited expectantly.

Jack took out the ring and put it on Ianto's finger, then kissed as hard and passionately as he could. "That's what suits me. What do you say we pay and get out of here? I'll show you what else suits me – and you – back at the Hub. It involves...less clothes."

Ianto smiled and nodded, so Jack called over a waiter and asked for the check. They both hurried out of the restaurant as soon as their meal had been paid for, heading back to the Hub and Jack's bedroom.

The next few weeks saw Ianto meticulously planning every detail of their upcoming wedding. Jack couldn't count the number of times he saw his lover carrying around a notebook and pen to keep track of costs and dates and things to do. Jack didn't ask too many questions. He didn't want to be given a task to complete. Instead, he told Ianto he trusted his judgement and was certain whatever he wanted would be perfect. Besides, he told himself, this was more about Ianto than himself. Marriage meant nothing to him, and he would only be a widower in the end. Ianto happy, that's what Jack wanted.

Weeks turned into months, and Jack watched as the details came together under Ianto's careful planning. All too soon, it was time. Ianto had laid out the outfit he wanted him to wear, and Jack slowly changed into it. He hadn't seen his lover in several hours, and he sure hoped the man wasn't sticking to the "don't glimpse the bride before the day" ritual. There needed to be at least one pre-wedding snog.

He straightened out his jacket and tugged on his waistcoat, staring at himself in the mirror. He suddenly grinned and struck a pose, nodding with approval at his appearance. He leaned in close and checked his teeth, just to make sure nothing was stuck in between them.

With that final check done, he headed out to the registry office where Ianto had chosen to locate the ceremony. He waited around in the lobby until told to enter, and the officiant directed him to his place. He stood, back straight, hands clasped behind his back in almost an at-ease position, and waited. He grinned at all of the guests starting to wander in, briefly contemplating where they'd come by all the friends.

Music started, and Jack tried not to grimace at the romantic strains. "This is for Ianto," He muttered to himself. The doors opened, and his lover strode up the aisle, looking confident and sexy, and Jack stared openly before smiling broadly. He held out his hand to take Ianto's as the made came to stand across from him, pulling him in close for a moment. "I could eat you in front of all these people right now," He whispered.

"You'd love that too much," Ianto replied, smiling a little as he pulled away.

The officiant cleared her throat and began the ceremony. Jack couldn't help but smile as he looked on Ianto's genuinely happy features. He dutifully repeated the words of the celebration when he was required, meeting Ianto's eyes and holding his gaze. His lover had written his own vows, and a spot in his heart he'd thought long dead stirred to life. He knew it would be painful later, but, for now, the love was worth the pain he'd endure in times to come.

Vows and rings exchanged, it was now Jack's favourite part. He smirked and grabbed Ianto, holding him close and possessively as he kissed him with equal fervor. The small crowd clapped and cheered, and it spurred Jack to continue until he couldn't breathe. He pulled away with the biggest smile he'd given anyone in years. "Thanks," He murmured to Ianto, kissing his cheek.

Then he threw his arms around Ianto's shoulders. "Let's go have sex," He said loudly, catching Gwen's eye and winking at her as he strolled towards the exit with his now-husband. "Where should we christen first? Our very first coupling as, well, a couple. Wait! I know just the place."

Jack pulled him outside and to his car, driving them across the city to Bute Park. He hurried to where he thought they'd first met, though it was a bit hard to remember the exact place. "Okay," He said, finally letting go of Ianto's hand. "Strip." He smirked, the expression deepening as Ianto did as he asked.

Jack hurried out of his clothes, not wanting to be overdressed for the occasion. He pulled Ianto onto the grass with him, rolling on top of him as he started to kiss and caress his body. "You're even sexier when you're not in the waistcoat," He said. His hands wandered in between Ianto's legs, stroking his inner thigh and slowly trailing closer to his balls.

He grinned and playfully bit Ianto's nipple, sucking them in turn until they became erect. "Moan for me, Ianto," He murmured, his hands smoothing down Ianto's chest as he slithered down the man's body and swirled his tongue around the tip of his lover's hardening cock. He couldn't help but smirk as Ianto's back suddenly arched and his hips jerked upwards. "Do you want some more?" He asked, moving away.

Ianto groaned, and Jack decided to be kind, just this once. He lowered his mouth onto his husband's penis, taking as much of him into his mouth as he could. He started to move back and forth in counterpoint to Ianto's thrusts, and he didn't pull away until he started to feel Ianto's gathering orgasm.

"Oh no you don't," He whispered to him as took his mouth off. He waggled his finger. "Naughty boy." Smiling, he leaned in and kissed him. Then he pulled his trousers close and grabbed a small bottle of lube from his pocket, squirting a little into his hand and rubbing it over his cock, slipping a finger into Ianto's opening afterwards to prepare him.

Positioning himself, he glanced to Ianto, making sure he had his consent, he slowly pushed inside. He gave them both a moment to adjust before starting to move. He leaned down to kiss Ianto gently, grabbing his wrists in one hand and pinning him to the ground as he fucked him.

They came closely together, and Jack collapsed to the ground beside Ianto, immediately wrapping his arms around him and pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. "Thank you," He said, indulging in a rare display of genuine affection, closing his eyes and pulling Ianto's warm body close to him. He swallowed thickly and licked the sweat droplet off his upper lip. "For better or for worse, you're my husband now," He said slowly and quietly. "I'll outlive you, so I can't remain faithful to you, in life or in death. But you do mean more to me than I'll ever say. Remember that. Look at that ring. It symbolises words I could never say and emotions you might never see me show. It's for you, Ianto Jones."

Ianto nodded and snuggled into Jack. "I know," He said softly. "I understand. I love you."

Jack's lips twitched into the briefest of smiles, and he nodded slightly. "I know," He whispered just as quietly. He pressed his forehead against Ianto's and slowly started to fall asleep.

All I Want For Christmas (K/S Advent)

ptork66 — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 21:26:31 GMT

Title: All I Want For Christmas
Author: ptork66
Series: TOS/STXI (I see it as younger TOS or older, more mature STXI)
Rating: G
Length: approx. 2992
Warnings: Main female OC
Summary: A little boy gets his Christmas wish, and our boys spend some time with family.

EDIT: As I've been told it might be a bit confusing... Kirk and Spock have a son. They are both the biological father(s), providing approximately 1/4 of the child's genes each. Lexi is their child's mother, also biologically related, providing 1/2 of her son's genes. It is the future.

"Mama?" Cameron asked sleepily, pressing into Lexi's side. His tiny hands wandered over her chest and found her breast, and he shifted so his head to lay on her, beginning to nurse.

Lexi stroked her small child's hair and lifted her head to kiss the top of his. "I love you, baby," She whispered. "What is it?" The dim glow of the fairy lights they'd strung around the upper perimeter of their room twinkled and cast a halo around Cameron's precious face. She smiled.

Cameron's mouth popped off her breast for a moment. "Are Papa an' Daddy really comin' for Christmas?" He glanced at his mother, his eyes dark with sleep and worry.

Lexi smiled and lifted her fingers to gently stroke his cheek. She nodded as he continued to nurse. "Yes," She said. "They'll be here. Both your Papa and your Daddy are men of their word. They said they'll be here, so they'll be here. Don't worry, my love. They'd never let you down."

Cameron nodded a little, trusting her to tell him the truth. His eyes closed, and he drifted somewhere between wakefulness and sleep as he suckled. He finished with a sigh, and Lexi pulled down her shirt once he had moved to snuggle beside her.

"Mama?" He called again, yawning and pushing himself up to sit on the bed. "Today's Christmas, right?" His eyes sparkled, and he grinned widely when she said yes. He bounced a little on the bed. "Can open pwesents now?" His voice rose with excitement.

"Come here, you," Lexi said with a smile, sitting up and opening her arms wide. Her little boy flew into her embrace, and she hugged him tightly, kissing his hair over and over until his little hand reached up to wave her away. She chuckled. "Alright. Let's go get some hot cocoa and look at your presents. Sound good?"

"Yeah!" Cameron responded loudly, already scrambling out of the covers and off the bed. He ran out of the bedroom and down the hall, his mother following at a more sedate pace after grabbing her robe and a blanket for her son, knowing he'd be wanting it soon. She glanced to him with a smile as she saw him standing very still in the living room, staring at the Christmas tree and the pile of presents underneath in awe. Then she went to the kitchen and pulled down four mugs, making cocoa for three of their household and Vulcan spice tea for the other.

When the beverages were done, she set them all on a tray and brought them to the living room, setting it down on the coffee table. "Cameron," She called, bringing his attention away from the presents, "here's your cocoa. It's a little hot, though, but I did put a couple ice cubes in it for you."

He nodded and took it carefully from her, blowing on it to cool it faster. "Mama?" He looked up. "Are all these pwesents for me?"

Lexi took a seat on the sofa and met her son's gaze as she blew on her own cup of cocoa. "No," She said with a shake of her head. "Some are for you, some are for me, and some are for your Papa and Daddy."

"Can I open one now?" Cameron looked at his Mom hopefully, grinning when she nodded. She asked him to put his drink down first, so he did, and then he stared at all the presents wrapped in sparkling, shiny, colourful paper. His eyes grew wide, and he wasn't sure how he could know which ones were meant for him. He turned to ask, but when he did, his eyes widened as he caught sight of two very familiar, very beloved figures walking quietly towards him.

"Papa!" He yelled, jumping to his feet and rushing down the hallway. "Daddy!" His arms stretched outwards as he ran towards them, silently begging one of them to pick him up.

Jim's face broke out with a huge smile, and the corners of Spock's lips twitched as their son came rushing towards them. Jim immediately knelt and held out his arms, too, wrapping his son in the tightest hug he could manage. "I love you, Cam," He said, kissing his son's temple. "Merry Christmas."

"Papa, you camed!" Cameron exclaimed. He pulled away a little and stared at his Papa and then his Daddy. "How'd you come? Did you beam from the Ennerprice!?" His eyes grew wide with wonder as he considered the possibility.

Jim chuckled and shook his head. "No," He said. "We took a transport shuttle last night and got home really, really late. We didn't want to disturb you or your Mommy, so we went straight to our room."

"Ohh." Cameron nodded seriously. "Well, you coulda come in wif me an' Mama. We snuggled allll night. An' I missed you reallll lots. I love you," He said as he squeezed his Papa. Then, he pulled away and looked up at Spock. "I missed you, too, Daddy," He said. "Love you." He smiled and took Jim's hand, tugging him towards the living room. "Come look at all the pwesents!" He stopped in front of the tree. "Which are for me?"

Jim smiled and knelt down beside Cameron, looking at the pile. "It's quite a large pile, isn't it?" He glanced up to Spock, his grin deepening as he could tell Spock was holding back his comment on precisely how many presents there were under the tree. He chuckled a little and grabbed a package, finding the tag on it. "See here, Cam? This one says it's 'To Cameron'."

Cameron's gaze followed where his Papa pointed, his eyes widening. "Oh!" He pointed and looked up. "It's my name!" He crawled forward and found another package, taking it into his arms and searching for the tag. "That's not my name. Papa, whose pwesent is this?"

Jim took the present from him and read the label. "This one is for Mr. Spock," He said.

Cameron's noise wrinkled. "Why do you call Daddy that?"

Jim chuckled and reached out to muss Cameron's hair. "Because it's what your Papa has to call your Daddy when we're on the Enterprise together."

"Oh," Cameron replied. "That's weird. Is Spock your last name, Daddy? How come my name isn't Cameron Leonard Reed Kirk Spock?"

Spock's left eyebrow rose as he considered his child's questions. "In a sense, you are correct, my child," He replied formally. "My last name is Spock, though it is a Vulcan's first name that is their family name. Humans call me by my last name, because most humans are unable to pronounce my Vulcan first name. I have no need to pass my family name on to you. You have received approximately one quarter of my genetic material, and I participate in your upbringing. I find that a sufficient legacy. Even if I had desired to pass my family name to you, it would have been quite awkward, given you have two other last names, and my family name is generally unpronouncable to non-Vulcans."

Cameron stared at him and then giggled. "You're so funny, Daddy. You say lots of big words." He held his arms apart to indicate just how big those words were. He smiled up at his Daddy and then crawled around to the coffee table, sitting up on his knees so he could reach his cocoa, taking a sip.

"Why don't we have Spock be Santa this year?" Jim piped up, glancing around at all of his family, smirking at his Vulcan lover when his gaze reached him. He pulled out a Santa hat from the deep pocket on his pyjama pants and held it out to Spock.

Spock glared and then primly took the offered accessory, fixing it upon his head. He lifted his chin as Jim grinned.

"Daddy, you have pointy ears an' a pointy hat!" Cameron chimed in, the human adults laughing at the joke.

Jim scooped up his son and carried him to the sofa, sitting next to Lexi and giving her a peck on the cheek in greeting. "Is that other cocoa for me?" He asked as he reached out for it. She nodded, and he picked the drink up, lifting it a little in a silent thanks. "There's some Vulcan spice tea here for you, Spock."

"Yes, Jim," Spock replied as he knelt to begin sorting the presents, "I am aware. Thank you, Lexi." He cleared his throat. "I believe we shall start with the youngest member of our family." His lips twitched again with Cameron's eager bouncing. He held out a present to him.

Cameron opened his first present of the day and continued on with the rest, eyes sparkling with the smile that never left his face. His mother took pictures, and his Papa helped him unwrap the gifts when he needed the help. He played happily with some of his new toys as the adults took turns unwrapping their own gifts, only paying attention when it was a present he had picked out for one of his parents.

Soon, the wrapping paper sprawled across the living room. Only Spock had amassed a pile of unripped paper that sat in neat, folded pile to his left. Jim offered to clear up, with Spock and Lexi remaining on the sofa with Cameron to relax. Cameron laid down, sticking his feet in his mother's lap and his head in Spock's. He smiled up at his Daddy and extended his hand towards him.

Spock took a sip of his tea and put two fingers on Cameron's, giving him the Vulcan equivalent of a kiss, pleased when his son smiled warmly in recognition of the gesture. Then Cameron held his hand, and Spock allowed him to. Despite what he'd always assumed, limited amounts of the contact humans preferred was tolerable, when it came to his son and his husband, and he found he mildly enjoyed it.

"Daddy?" Cameron asked with a sigh, staring steadfastly at his father's hand. "When are you an' Papa gonna hafta leave again?"

Spock's lips pursed slightly. "We will return to the Enterprise as soon as repairs and maintenance are completed. I estimate this will take sixty-five days."

Cameron blinked blankly up at his father and frowned. "Does that mean you'll be here for my birfday? I'm gonna be four." He held up his hand with three fingers.

"Yes," Spock responded as he gently corrected his son's finger-numbers. "We will most assuredly be here for your birthday celebration." He swallowed thickly, pushing back the dread at spending several hours in the company of human toddlers.

Cameron smiled brightly at his Daddy, though the expression fell moments later when he shivered. He shivered again and curled up a little, his head still in Spock's lap. Lexi picked up the blanket she'd brought out for her son and handed it over to Spock who gently draped it over Cameron's body, covering his feet all the way up to his shoulders. "Fanks," Cameron murmured, his eyes drifting shut.

Jim returned and made a spot on the sofa for himself between Cameron's feet and Lexi, beaming at everyone. "This is the best Christmas," He said. He threw his arm around Spock's shoulders, stared at him for a moment, then started to lean in. He held out his middle and index fingers as he pressed his lips against Spock's, initiating both forms of intimacy. He smiled tenderly at Spock as when they both pulled away, and then he struck up a conversation between the three of them as their child slept.

"Lexi?" Jim called during a lull in the conversation, his hand gently stroking Cameron's back as he slept. "How much sleep did he get last night?"

Lexi chuckled softly. "Not much. He was so wired he stayed up until nearly one, and then, of course, was up again before dawn."

Jim nodded and slowly shifted, getting to his feet. "Alright. Spock and I are going to take him to bed, maybe have a nap with him. We didn't get much sleep, either."

"I don't require-"

"Shut up, Spock," Jim said with a look. "Everyone knows you need little sleep, but we're going to go snuggle with our son. Got it?"

Spock nodded mutely and watched as Jim carefully pulled Cameron into his arms. His husband and captain then gestured for him to lead, so he did. He walked down the hallway and pushed the door to their room open so Jim could slip by.

Cameron barely stirred as his Papa gently deposited him onto the bed, He turned his head from side to side a few times and mumbled as he wriggled into a comfortable position and pulled the covers more tightly around himself.

Jim and Spock quietly and carefully lay down on either side of him, both putting their arms around the boy, though Spock tried to limit the physical contact as much as he could. Jim smiled as Cameron burrowed into him. He glanced up at Spock. "He's amazing," He whispered. "I love our family."

"As do I, t'hy'la," Spock responded. "I could not have engineered a better outcome."

Jim chuckled. "Which is kinda ironic," He said, "given how our family came to be."

"This is true," Spock said, his eyes meeting Kirk's, a small twinkle just visible. "Nonetheless, the...sentiment...is still valid."

Jim leaned over to kiss Spock's cheek, his feet pushing through the covers to find Spock's, grinning when the man winced. "You're so warm," He murmured with a smirk. The expression fell naturally, and he closed his eyes, his face lined with exhaustion. He bowed his head against Cameron's and pressed his feet against Spock's leg, preparing to catch a few more hours of sleep, his side by his side and his husband watching over him.

Fic: Fairy Lights - STXI - G

ptork66 — Tue, 14 Dec 2010 05:02:58 GMT

Fairy Lights

Spock knocked on the door and promptly clasped his hands behind his back, staring straight ahead as he waited for an answer. He tilted his head and briefly considered the Human phrase "felt like hours", almost wishing he could experience time as Humans seemed to, illogically and sentimentally. His lips thinned as he pressed them together, his mind supplying him with the exact length of time he'd been waiting for his Captain to open the door, 10.3 seconds, longer than he usually waited.

A further 5.8 seconds later, the door slid open, and he watched as Kirk leaned against the wall. He raised an eyebrow. "Captain. I have come to speak with you. May I enter?" Kirk nodded and moved aside, and Spock stepped in, carefully keeping his hands behind his back and out of his Captain's vision.

He surveyed him, noting the presence of the unsightly purple bags under his Captain's eyes indicative of sleepless nights and the scowl that had marred Kirk's features since the Earth calendar had turned to December and the crew had begun to make preparations to celebrate their winter holiday traditions. He lifted his chin as he continued to subtly watch his Captain for other small signs that would give further clues to his friend's mental state.

"Captain, I have reason to believe that you are compromising the crew through your emotional state. You have reduced five crewmen to tears in the last thirteen days, productivity decreases by 5.71% every time you are present and overseeing work, and I have heard...rumours that there is an increasing reluctance among the crew to even speak in your presence. Your demeanour is causing them to display signs of nervousness and hesitance, neither of which are traits becoming members of Starfleet. Both your and the crew's behaviour has puzzled me. I spoke to Doctor McCoy, and he informed me that the holidays are a time for Humans to celebrate family and share good memories in the company of loved ones. I realise you have no family ties; thus, these holidays may be...difficult...for you. I wish to rectify this state of affairs."

Spock ignored the smouldering burn of anger in Kirk's eyes and the deepening scowl on his friend's face to hold out his hand, a small box in his palm. "You will meet me in my quarters in five minutes," He ordered, no room for argument in his voice. "If you do not, I will be forced to relieve you of command until you have recovered, and I have no wish to be Captain of this vessel, no matter how temporary. I am content in my place as your First Officer."

He only waited until Kirk had taken the box, then he turned on his heel and left his Captain's quarters. He trusted that his Captain's strong curiosity would lead him to open the box, and that same curiosity would drive him to seek out answers – answers that only Spock could provide. He suppressed a smirk and quickly readied himself for Kirk's arrival, breathing in the strange scents that now filled his quarters.

Precisely five minutes later, a knock sounded at his door, and he called for his Captain to enter. "Welcome," He said, looking up from where he sat cross-legged on the floor. "Come." He spread his arm out to indicate a spot near to him.

Kirk's fingers clenched around the bronze key he'd found in the box, and he sat heavily in the space Spock had asked him to sit. "What is this?" He asked tightly, the glow of the small white lights reflecting in his eyes as he glanced around the room again, settling on the tastefully decorated tree. His eyes narrowed. "Is that a real tree?" He asked, the note of incredulity clear in his voice. "How the hell, Spock..." He looked back to him. "What's going on?"

Both of Spock's eyebrows raised. "I am merely giving my Captain what he needs to function normally." He twisted around to pick up a rather large, wrapped present, setting it in Kirk's lap. "It is traditional for Humans to celebrate a holiday known as Christmas on this day, correct?" He looked to Kirk for confirmation, though he already knew his statement to be true. "And is it not traditional to spend this day with those close to you and exchange gifts?" He held up a hand as it looked his Captain was about to speak. "I have no family left. My planet is gone. Though Vulcans do not celebrate this holiday, Humans do. You are a Human without family, without any one of your kind to share this with. So I will be your family. The relationship between a Captain and his First Officer is that of brothers. We are like family. Open it."

Kirk could only stare as Spock gave a rather lame explanation, though he couldn't help the twinge in his heart at the sentiments. He glanced to the decorations again, the room illuminated only by strings of white Christmas lights around the tree and around the walls. He sighed and dropped his head to look at the carefully wrapped present. It was so beautifully and perfectly put together that he almost couldn't bear to undo the perfection, but his fingers had a mind of their own.

He took his time, holding his breath as he worked to take off the wrapping without tearing it. The paper finally fell away to reveal an old wooden chest. He attempted to lift the lid, only to find it locked. He brows pulled together, and he reached for the key he'd been given earlier, fitting it into the lock and turning. He smiled when he heard it click, and he opened it. He frowned when he found only another box. He took it out, opening it, to find yet another.

His eyes shot to Spock's unreadable face, and he glared at him momentarily before opening that box, only to find another one. He sighed and set the previous boxes aside, focusing on the tiny one in his hands and hoping as he opened it that it would reveal something different this time.

His breath caught as he found a simple, yet elegant, circular band of intertwined metals, perfectly smooth and fit together. He picked it up to study it in the low lights. His throat suddenly went dry, his heart picking up speed as it thawed for the first time in weeks and began to beat too fast. He swallowed thickly. "What is this?" He asked quietly, eyes glued on the ring as he was too afraid to look at Spock.

Spock watched Kirk intently, waiting to see his reaction. He nodded. He'd been expecting the question. "It is a ring, Jim. I believe there is a Human tradition that calls for the giving of a ring. My Mother spoke of it. I believe I am now required to ask you a question, and you are obliged to answer me." He breathed deeply, gently pushing down the emotions he fought so hard to control in his life. "Will you, James Tiberius Kirk, do me the honour of marrying me?"

Jim threw his head back and laughed. "Are you serious, Spock?" He chuckled and opened his eyes to meet Spock's eyes, his laughter suddenly dying out as he saw the seriousness etched onto Spock's. "Oh. Uh..." He broke out in a cold sweat and wiped his palms on his jeans. "You can't marry me, Spock, you hardly know me. You don't know anything about my past. You don't know...anything."

Spock clasped his hands together in his lap. "I know enough," He replied. "I do not need to know everything about your past in order to desire you as my mate. I know you in your present, and I am able to judge your character. I believe we are 99.9% suited for each other, intellectually and...otherwise. Your mind calls to me, and I know you better than you think. You are not as unreadable as you wish to be. You are not Vulcan, James Kirk, you are Human. I wish to stand by your side at all times, in all situations, no matter your past or future."

Kirk laughed again, running a nervous hand through his hair. "Well," He said, "what am I supposed to say to that? You've kinda cornered me and picked the most romantic setting...offering me true love and eternal companionship..."

Spock couldn't help the raise of his eyebrow. "I believe you are supposed to respond to my query with 'yes', if that helps, Captain."

Jim looked down at the ring he still held in his hand. After several long moments, he nodded slightly. "Yeah, I guess I am." He met Spock's gaze as he slid the ring onto his finger, somewhat surprised how well it fit him, until he remembered just who had given him this gift. He slowly started to smile. "Yeah, I say yes, Spock. I'll marry you. But this doesn't seem very Vulcan. When do we get to do that? Do I get a present then, too?"

Spock's lips turned ever so slightly up. "We shall discuss the Vulcan customs at another time. For now, let us celebrate this holiday in the way that Humans do. Would you care for a glass of 'eggnog'? Doctor McCoy has assured me this mixture should be safe for you to drink. He threatened me with dismemberment should I send you to his Sickbay with an allergic reaction on Christmas Day."

Jim laughed, and it was music to Spock's ears. "That sounds like Bones. Gimme a glass."

Spock obliged, unable to ever refuse his Captain anything, and the two of them soon settled in to a long, fulfilling night. Spock looked forward to many more opportunities to return a smile to Jim's face, and if he had to make up statistics about his Captain's moods affecting the crew to coerce him into going along with his plans again, he would do it. Anything was worth increasing James Kirk's happiness.

My Twisted Valentine - KSValentine

ptork66 — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 04:28:45 GMT

Title: My Twisted Valentine
Author: ptork66
Series: I have TOS in my head
Rating: R
Summary: The unsuspecting Spock is unwittingly drawn into the games that his Captain plays.
Author's Note: You guys are going to hate me. Please forgive me for any OOC-ness, I did my best, and this is my first K/S story...among some other...technical problems... But, yes. I saw this community, and this idea tortured me into submission. I had to do it. I'm sorry.
Warnings: Warnings will give it away. I would say proceed with caution if you're sensitive at all and don't expect butterflies and cake and fluffy, happy things. If you really, really need to know the specific warning: non-con

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"I realised a few things while I was on that ship," Kirk started, clasping his hands behind his back casually as he began to slowly walk around his First Officer. He took his time, keeping a cautious eye as he completed his circle, coming to stand in front of him again. "Do you want to know what I learned?" His lips gradually twisted into a sinister smirk as he met the eyes of his officer. "I want you, Commander, and I have now decided to act on it." He whispered, letting the words hang in the air until the full meaning was understood. The smirk deepened. "Oh yes. And don't think, Commander, that you will be able to run. No. The good doctor was kind enough to conduct an experiment for me. As we speak, you are becoming no more of a threat to me than a tribble. In fact, the process is likely now complete."

He stepped back, tilting his head and looking away, out of his quarter's window, appearing to be in deep contemplation. "You see, Mister Spock, there is no such thing as love in the Empire. You are a potential threat to me, I study you, I know you. Despite the unusual circumstances, I could see that the other world's Spock loved me. It is a weakness neither of us have. No. There is no room for love in the Empire. There is only power, and those strong enough to seize it. Seeing that emotion, that desire, reflected in that Spock's eyes reminded me that despite our positions, I have often lusted after you. I have craved you. Now," He said, locking his gaze on Spock, "I will take what I want, and you will give it to me."

He smiled, as if genuinely amused, spreading his hands palm up. "What's the matter, Spock? Cat got your tongue?" He laughed genially, lightly punching Spock's shoulder. "I will assume that since you have yet to make any protest or efforts to escape that you will be most cooperative. I approve." He abruptly stepped closer, standing flush against Spock, whispering into his ear. "Maybe I will nominate you for a special medal from the Empire. Outstanding Service to a Captain of the Empire. What do you think?" He stepped back, waiting for a response from his First Officer he knew would never come. He laughed again. "Oh, that's right. Very logical, Mister Spock. You want to prove yourself to me first. Very well."

Kirk moved to Spock's side, one hand on his arm and the other resting on his lower back, gently guiding him to a bed covered in rose petals, pushing him down and arranging him. He slowly reached out, undoing the sash of Spock's uniform, languidly beginning to undress him. "We may not have room for love, but that doesn't mean we can't pretend for a little while." He smiled smugly, trailing one fingertip down the side of Spock's face and under his jaw, tracing his ear, "Even if we both know what this really is. Power. I own you."

Once Spock's clothes had been completely removed, Kirk sat back, studying the body of the man beneath, licking his lips in anticipation. He stood, walking a little ways away and lighting candles."Lights to twenty percent, " He called once he was done, heading back to Spock, undressing and laying beside him, absentmindedly trailing his fingers over skin. His free hand snuck down, and he grasped his own cock, stroking himself to full hardness. "Why don't you start showing me just how well you can serve your Captain?" Kirk forced Spock's jaw open, holding it there as he positioned himself on top of him, thrusting forward and sliding his penis in and out of his mouth.

"Hmm, a little dry," He commented as he pulled out. "Let's try something else, shall we? I would hate for you to lose that nomination for a medal." He dug around in a side table for a moment, pulling out the lube after a brief search. He poured a liberal amount onto his fingers as he carefully began preparing Spock, occasionally glancing up to catch the emotion in Spock's eyes. It thrilled him to see it. Now that Spock had no control over his body and little over his mind, he had been forced to show them, and Kirk had reduced him to that. He was in total control.

He slowly and thoroughly stretched Spock's muscles. Blood would be such a pain to remove from his pristine sheets, and he didn't feel like torturing the unfortunate Ensign who did the laundry should the person in question be audacious enough to ask where it had come from. Torture could be so much work sometimes. When he finally deemed him ready, he squeezed out a bit more lube, rubbing it over his cock before pushing into Spock in one motion. He threw his head back, gasping at the sensation. "I knew your higher body temperature had to be good for something," He muttered, his eyes still closed and reveling in the sensations. Shortly though, the pleasure and desire overcame him, and he began to move, pounding into Spock just as hard or gently as he pleased, taking his time, speeding up, doing whatever struck his fancy. The knowledge that he had Spock at his mercy, against his will yet seemingly so willing, was the perfect combination.

Power is the world's best aphrodisiac.

When he had finally had enough, he let himself come, pulling out at the very last moment, jerking a few last drops from his rapidly softening cock onto Spock's groin and stomach. He collapsed onto the bed next him, putting an arm around his waist in a mocking imitation of a loving gesture. He was silent for a few long moments, gathering his thoughts and catching his breath. He sighed softly, a smile born of post-coital bliss turning up his lips.

"Would you like to know why I waited until now?" He asked idly, rubbing Spock's side with his fingertips, knowing how much he disliked touch. His smile grew more feral as he turned his head to meet Spock's eyes. "A long time ago, today was known as Valentine's Day on Earth. It was a day for lovers and couples to exchange gifts and words proclaiming their undying love for each other. Happy Valentine's, Spock. I loved having you." Kirk reluctantly pulled out of bed, dressing before doing the same for Spock. He sighed as he walked him to the door, condescendingly patting his arm. "Such a shame you won't remember it," He declared, "but that just means we can do it all over again some time soon." With one last smile to Spock's terrified and vengeful eyes, Kirk palmed open the door and delivered Spock straight into the waiting hands of Doctor McCoy.

"In another world I could have loved you," He admitted to the empty room, his voice below a whisper. "But this is not that world, and I do not know what love is."

Music Uploads

ptork66 — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 18:00:16 GMT

Because I got tired of making a new post each time.

So far, 10 albums, 35 songs.

If any links aren't working anymore, let me know, and I'll re-upload.

Everything is on sendspace and mp3 format unless noted otherwise. EDIT: I've given up saying if it's not in mp3 format; too much work.

ALBUMS

The Capitol Steps [political satire; it's great]
Papa's Got a Brand New Baghdad

Chuck Mangione
Fun & Games

Daft Punk
Daft Music [bunch of remixes]
Discovery
Homework
Human After All

Electric Light Orchestra (E.L.O.)
All Over the World: The Very Best of ELO

In Flames
Whoracle

Tiger Army
Music From Regions Beyond
Tiger Army II - Power of Moonlite

SONGS

98 Degrees
I Do (Cherish You)

Allman Brothers Band
Jessica
Ramblin' Man

Buddy Holly
True Love Ways

Cheap Trick
I Want You To Want Me

Chimaira
Cleansation (sadly, I bought it legally from iTunes, so it's a protected file format)

Creedence Clearwater Revival (C.C.R.)
Fortunate Son

Daft Punk
The Prime Time of Your Life

Deep Forest
Boheme m4a

Depeche Mode
People Are People m4a

ELO
Mr. Blue Sky [track 01]
Evil Woman [track 02]
Telephone Line [track 11]
Strange Magic [track 18]

Emperor
An Elegy of Icaros

Faderhead
Kakyoko Extract

Fleetwood Mac
Big Love m4a
Landslide m4a
Rhiannon m4a

In Flames
Everlost (Pt II)
Metaphor
My Sweet Shadow

Jewel
Silent Night

Leona Lewis
Bleeding Love

Lolly Jane Blue
Evening Disease

Peter Searcy
Broken

Placebo
Running Up That Hill
Running Up That Hill (Live from Santiago)

Savage Garden
Crash and Burn
Truly, Madly, Deeply

Sixx: A.M.
Life Is Beautiful

Tiger Army
Where the Moss Slowly Grows [Jade Puget remix] m4a

Tokio Hotel
1000 Meere
Ready, Set, Go

Type O Negative
Haunted

Friends Only

ptork66 — Sun, 09 Sep 2007 18:13:36 GMT

Because I seem to want to use this as an actual journal/diary...

And, yes, that's Austin, Texas. Downtown by the lake...