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MATE-LOCK - Deanna Gray (au)

Kirk crept quietly through the darkness, his companions trailing stealthily behind. The air between them was charged with suppressed tension.

So far all had gone well: Kirk had gotten them in through the ventilation ducts without detection by Security or the automatic sensors. He had guided them flawlessly through the labyrinth of corridors and they were now at the final barriers. One more door, then the safe, and the disk would be theirs. They would retreat the same way, and be on their way to the rendezvous point by morning. Months of planning and preparation had gone into this, but soon all his labor would finally pay off.

EMPIRE PROGENY - Laura Arnold (mirror)

Kirk strode rapidly down the corridor, forcing his guard to hustle to keep up. He turned slightly, giving Ferrill a rare good-natured grin. “You're out of shape, Leon.”

Ferrill didn't even consider contradicting his young captain. “Yes, sir. I'm looking forward to lots of exercise on this shore leave.”

The anticipation of a well-earned leave on Argelius was the reason for his own good moodSalong with the lessening of tension among the crew. “Horizontal.” Kirk quipped. “Unfortunately, Empire credits don't go far on Argelius these days.”

THE SOUL INSIDE - Elise Madrid (au)

Once, just once, he wished the boy would follow his advise. Was that asking so very much? The powerful man strode along, his eyes scanning ahead. From the day he had been given the responsibility to teach and protect Lord Sarek's son, K'iron had attacked his duty with all the strength and knowledge he possessed. Much good it did, he thought. Spock could be so very...stubborn. As K'iron cleared an outcropping of rock, he saw his young charge and could not help but feel an overwhelming pride and great love. Boy? No, this was no boy, K'iron acknowledged. It had been many years since the young heir could be mistaken for that.

Resplendent in midnight black, tall and darkly handsome, Spock looked every inch the prince he was. Gods, he would have made the perfect warrior, K'iron mused. At times like these the price he paid to care for the young heir was worth the pain of separation from his bondmate. He had sought Spock all over the camp and now laughed wryly for not thinking to check here first.

LONELY CABIN - Brigitte Whelan (mirror)

The alien lay in the dark, the air still around him, blackness seeping across the floor.  He waited, hand poised over his cock and he listened....

Nothing. Beyond the normal hum of an artificial environment and his own breath there was no sound. He was quite alone, as he always had been. As he would likely always be.

His fingers gripped his hardened flesh tighter as his other hand finished its descent, taking his sacs in a firm grasp. They were heavy in his hand, aching, full of seed waiting to be poured out from his being. It had been too long since last he had indulged himself.

Tilting his head back and closing his eyes, he spread his legs, exposing himself fully to the darkness. The delicate pouch of flesh tingled with pain and pleasure as he squeezed it. Yes, too much time had elapsed since he had granted his body relief. Tonight he would remedy that.

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