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therumjournalsTitle: Dancing with the Devil - A Star Trek Halloween (Part 1/3)
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Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: NC-17
Pairings in Part 1: Kirk/Spock, Kirk/McCoy, Chekov/Sulu
Word Count: 2,584
Description: Jim Kirk has an idea.
Authors Note: I know there are a lot of Halloween fics out there, so I just want to say that any similarities are complete coincidence! I’ll be posting the rest of the story this week.
Captain Kirk was deep in thought in his ready room when Spock summoned him to the Bridge. "Yes Commander?" he asked, falling into the captain's chair.
"Captain, short-range scanners have detected an anomaly in proximity to a nearby star. I thought perhaps we should investigate."
"How about we don't investigate," suggested Kirk.
"I beg your pardon."
"Do you know what happens when we investigate abnormalities?"
"Anomalies, sir," interjected Uhura.
"Whatever. Nothing good ever comes of it, is all I'm saying. How about this, how about we stick to investigating, ya know, normalities."
"I'm afraid I do not understand your meaning. We are an exploratory ship and as such it is our duty to -"
Kirk cut him off with a wave of his hand. "Duty, shmuty. Is this what you interrupted me for?"
"Captain, I apologize if I interrupted you, but it was my understanding that you were merely attempting to develop an alternative identity for the next crew gathering."
"It's called a party, Spock, first of all, and second of all, it's a Halloween party, so I have to come up with a good costume, and thirdly, I already decided and I'm going to be a pirate. What do you guys think?"
"I think it is a wery excellent idea, Keptin," said Chekov, turning in his seat.
Uhura huffed.
"Yes, Lieutenant?" Kirk drawled. "You have an opinion on my costume?"
"I think it's just an excuse to go around and say things like 'let me plunder your booty'."
"You know me so well! So, what's everyone else going as?"
The bridge was silent.
"Oh come on, guys. This is going to be so much fun! Watch." He paged sickbay. "Bridge to Dr. McCoy."
"McCoy here."
"Dr. McCoy, this is your captain, giving you a direct order to appear at next week's Halloween party dressed as a naughty nurse."
There was a click and then silence. Jim frowned, then shrugged.
"Captain, I must protest this highly unprofessional behavior," said Spock.
"Ugh, look, Spock, if I let you go investigate your little abnormality, will you give me a break?"
"That would be a satisfactory arrangement," Spock agreed.
"Great! Go investigate! I'm going to see about getting a pirate hat!"
* * *
The next day, Kirk could have sworn Spock was sulking on the bridge.
"What's wrong, Spock? Abnormality not abnormal enough for you?"
"The anomaly was simply an unusually dense cluster of space dust. While I did find researching the possible causes of such a cluster a pleasant diversion, I did not find the experience particularly..."
"Fascinating?"
"Precisely."
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Don't worry though, I'm sure we'll be running into another anomaly any day now. In the meantime, have you been thinking about your Halloween costume? Have you by any chance considered going as an elf?"
* * *
Spock hesitated outside the captain's quarters, then requested entrance. Kirk buzzed him in. "Spock! What's up?" He was leaning back in his chair with his feet up on his desk, surrounded by scraps of fabric. He held up a small black circle of felt. "Check it out! Eye patch!" He held it over one eye and said "Arrr!"
"I was unaware that you were having trouble with one of your eyes," Spock said.
"No, it's for my pirate costume! You know, pirates...eye patches...never mind."
Spock raised an eyebrow, but plowed ahead. He had, after all, come here for a reason. "Captain, I have been meaning to speak with you about this Halloween party." He said Halloween like it was a highly distasteful word. "I believe it has been a distraction to the crew. For instance, I found that Mr. Scott has been neglecting routine engineering checks in order to design what he called 'realistic yet practical vampire fangs'."
"Oooh, cool!"
Spock waited.
"Look, Spock, it's just what you said - 'routine engineering checks' - there will be time for those later. We need to relax, live a little...crew morale and all that."
"I believe your emphasis on crew morale has led you to undertake some unprofessional activities that have damaged your ability to act as a role model for the crew."
"Unprofessional…? Come on, Spock. Like what?"
"Like the time you put the Enterprise on Red Alert because you were unable to locate a replicator that could make an acceptable cup of coffee."
Jim chuckled. "Oh yeah. But that was totally called for - I was seriously about to hurt someone."
"Then there was the time that you read everyone a 'bedtime story' over the intercom system."
"Goodnight Moon! It's a classic!" In one fluid motion Jim was out of his chair and in Spock's personal space. "What about the time," he said, his voice low, "I got fucked by my first officer over the console in the Bridge. Was that unprofessional?"
"Highly."
"And do you have any complaints about that particular incident?" Jim purred. He was close enough to feel Spock's body heat and to brush his hands over Spock's clenched fists.
Spock struggled to keep his voice even. "My only complaint is our near discovery after you accidentally sent the ship into evasive maneuvers."
Jim smiled at the memory, but his eyes were dark with lust. "I don't see you doing any evasive maneuvers right now, Commander," he said, sliding his hands up Spock’s arms and behind his head, moving in to tease at his lips with an eager tongue.
Spock felt a surge of heat in his groin and consciously relaxed his defenses, letting lust and desire flow through him, letting his hands and mouth respond to Jim’s advances, and finally giving into the power of a deep craving for his captain’s body. He pushed Jim roughly toward the bed, both of them pulling their shirts off and Spock starting on his pants as Jim fell back onto the blankets. Spock scrambled out of his pants and onto Jim, pinning his wrists to the bed, pressing their hips together. He looked down at Jim, shivering with desire underneath him, not even struggling against the strong hand that gripped his wrists tightly. With one hand, Spock touched Jim’s neck lightly with the tips of his fingers, reminded once again how pleased he had been to discover this alternative to strangling. Jim moaned softly, his lips parted and damp, luscious. Spock inhaled sharply, holding himself back. Jim caught his eye and nodded. Spock moved up until his cock was poised over Jim’s open mouth. He slid his length over Jim’s lips and tongue before finally letting Jim take him in, sucking hard. Spock threaded a hand through Jim’s short hair as he moved, slowly fucking Jim’s hot, skilled mouth. Jim took him in deeper with every thrust, concentrating, every twitch of his tongue and throat designed to send shocks of pleasure through Spock’s body. He could see Spock’s face above him, eyes half closed, feeling the intensity building, restraining himself until the last possible moment, until with one final push he let himself go, releasing into Jim’s mouth, and Jim eagerly swallowed around his pulsing cock.
Spock let go of Jim’s wrists, let him touch himself, kissed him hard. Jim arched his back as he stroked himself to completion, feeling the hot stream of come splash over his stomach and onto his hand. He lay back, smiling. Spock stood up and dressed as Jim lay lazily on the bed, watching him. Spock was never sure what to say in these situations, so he said, as he always did, “Thank you,” as he headed for the door.
* * *
Bones buzzed the door to Kirk's quarters. "Enter."
Bones entered to find Kirk standing in front of the replicator. The counter was covered with a variety of foods, including popcorn, candy bars, and what appeared to be a caramel apple.
Kirk was grinning as he waved Bones over. "Bones, Bones, you gotta check this out. I'm making Halloween food! Watch." He looked at the replicator. "Candy corn." One candy corn appeared. He grabbed it and held it up excitedly. "How awesome is that?!" He stuck in his mouth. "Oh man, that is delicious. Okay. Ten candy corns." A small pile of candy corn materialized. "Woohoo!" he yelped. He pulled out the pile. "Five hundred candy-mmf-"
Bones had clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Jim? How much sugar have you eaten?"
"Mmf." Jim swiped his tongue over Bones' palm. Bones pulled it off and wiped it on his pants, glaring.
"Come on, Bones, I haven't even gotten to the caramel apple yet!" He picked up the caramel apple and gave it a long, slow lick. Bones bit his lip. Jim checked to make sure Bones' eyes were still on his mouth, and proceeded to swirl his tongue over the apple's caramel coating. He even threw in a soft moan for good measure. Bones shifted, steadying himself with a hand on the edge of the counter.
"Jim. Stop it."
Jim moved closer, still licking. Bones closed his eyes. He heard a thump as the apple hit the floor and felt Jim's warm breath in his ear.
"Come on, Bones. Let me do something for you."
Bones took a deep breath. His mind and his cock had been at war over the issue of Jim Kirk for some time now. For the most part, his mind won, convincing him that his friend and captain should stay just that. The Southern gentleman in Bones could not be expected to settle for a lover who was intent on continuing his dalliances with other crewmembers. But still, every once in a while, Jim would set his sights on Bones, would come after him in full seduction mode, and Bones had rarely been able to say no to those eyes and that mouth. And let's just face it, he thought, as Jim reached down to unzip his pants, then slowly got down on his knees. Knowing that he was making the right moral decision by not settling for someone who wasn't his and his alone just didn't feel as good as Jim’s slick mouth engulfing his cock and doing that – oh God – that thing with his tongue. Bones put a hand on the counter and fisted the other hand in Jim’s hair. Jim’s cheeks were hollowed as he sucked so hard that Bones thought he might black out. Instead he groaned through his clenched teeth as he came in Jim’s mouth, watching him swallow eagerly. Then he almost passed out.
Jim stood up and wrapped his arms around Bones, who still had his eyes closed. Jim kissed him lightly on the mouth, flicking his tongue over Bones’ lips. “Thanks, Bones,” he whispered, smiling. “See you around.”
* * *
The crew was slowly beginning to filter into the mess hall where the party was being held when Bones came in, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt and clutching a bottle of whiskey. He wandered over to Pirate Kirk who was leaning against the bar.
"Bones," Jim exclaimed, pleased to see him. His grin turned to a frown when he saw Bones' outfit. "What are you supposed to be?"
"An off-duty Starfleet officer," Bones said, daring Jim to argue.
Jim rolled his eyes. "That's such a cop-out," he grumbled.
"Yeah, well, at least I don't look ridiculous," Bones replied, looking Jim up and down with a smirk. Actually, Jim looked only slightly ridiculous, and mostly ridiculously hot, with a bandana covering his hair, an eye patch over one eye, and a gold hoop earring in one ear that was somehow making Bones wish every day was Halloween. Jim's white shirt was open at the neck, revealing a tantalizing V of skin.
Jim interrupted his thoughts. “So, what do you think about the decorations?”
“I hadn’t noticed.”
“Too busy looking at me?”
Bones rolled his eyes and glanced around the room. Fake black bats hung from the ceiling and fake cobwebs spanned the corners of the room. The tables were covered in black and orange, and in the middle of each was a glowing, grinning carved pumpkin. Bones shook his head.
“Like the jack o’lanterns?” Jim asked, entirely too pleased with himself.
“Know what I like better? Jack Daniels,” Bones said, raising the bottle.
“Speaking of which, is that whiskey part of your costume, or are you gonna pour us some?" he asked. “I’m dying for a drink here.”
“Are you telling me you did this decorating…sober?” Bones asked in disbelief.
Jim stuck his tongue out and thrust two glasses his way. Bones filled them, and then a third for Scotty, who had come in wearing a black cape and flashing some very realistic looking fangs. The three of them took their first sips, and immediately started choking as the door slid open and Spock walked in.
Spock wore sunglasses, a studded black leather jacket, and a pair of tight ripped jeans.
"Is that...black lipstick?" asked Bones in disbelief.
Spock approached them, looking distinctly uncomfortable.
"Well done, mate," said Scotty, looking him up and down in approval. "What are you supposed to be anyway?"
"I am attempting a representation of a punk rocker," Spock replied, saying the last two words as if he'd never heard them before.
"Spock, I am not going to lie," said Jim, grinning and raising his glass. "You look fucking hot!"
Spock's eyebrow appeared over the top of his sunglasses. Bones huffed and rolled his eyes while Scotty nodded enthusiastically. Bones poured them all a round, and then another, as the room filled up around them. Jim interspersed shots with handfuls of candy corn and a wide piratey grin.
A murmur moved through the room, and mouths dropped open as Lieutenant Uhura entered the mess hall, clad in the familiar yellow shirt and black pants of a Starfleet Captain's uniform. She walked into the center of the room and dropped into a chair, leaned back, her legs slightly spread. She winked at the gawking crew.
"This is your captain speaking," she announced. "Let's get this party started! Kirk OUT!"
The crew went wild, cheering loudly enough to be heard on the nearest planet. The mess hall lights darkened and colored spotlights began sweeping the dance floor as loud music started pulsing through the room.
The crew was ready to party, but the surprises weren't over yet. The mess hall doors slid open and the crowd parted as Chekov and Sulu entered. Kirk grinned widely at the sight of Sulu dressed as a 21st century pimp, with a zebra striped velvet hat, a floor length purple fur coat, and a silver-topped cane. But what had sent the crowd into collective shock was the sight of Chekov on Sulu's arm, wearing what appeared to be Uhura's Starfleet uniform, the mini skirt leaving little to the imagination. He'd complemented the uniform with knee high black stiletto boots, and his face was made up with just the right amount of eye shadow, eye-liner, and cherry-red lipstick. He'd let his hair grow over the past 6 months, and now a silver headband held his curls out of his eyes.
Kirk stood smiling with his arms crossed, flanked by Spock and Bones whose mouths were hanging open just a little. Scotty stood behind Kirk, peering over his shoulder. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about," he said under his breath. Sulu and Chekov stopped in front of them as the party resumed. Sulu held his cane out in front of Chekov, stopping him from getting too close.
"Gentlemen," said Sulu, "Your evening entertainment has arrived."
To be continued…
Part 2 is here
Author:
therumjournalsFandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: NC-17
Pairings in Part 1: Kirk/Spock, Kirk/McCoy, Chekov/Sulu
Word Count: 2,584
Description: Jim Kirk has an idea.
Authors Note: I know there are a lot of Halloween fics out there, so I just want to say that any similarities are complete coincidence! I’ll be posting the rest of the story this week.
Captain Kirk was deep in thought in his ready room when Spock summoned him to the Bridge. "Yes Commander?" he asked, falling into the captain's chair.
"Captain, short-range scanners have detected an anomaly in proximity to a nearby star. I thought perhaps we should investigate."
"How about we don't investigate," suggested Kirk.
"I beg your pardon."
"Do you know what happens when we investigate abnormalities?"
"Anomalies, sir," interjected Uhura.
"Whatever. Nothing good ever comes of it, is all I'm saying. How about this, how about we stick to investigating, ya know, normalities."
"I'm afraid I do not understand your meaning. We are an exploratory ship and as such it is our duty to -"
Kirk cut him off with a wave of his hand. "Duty, shmuty. Is this what you interrupted me for?"
"Captain, I apologize if I interrupted you, but it was my understanding that you were merely attempting to develop an alternative identity for the next crew gathering."
"It's called a party, Spock, first of all, and second of all, it's a Halloween party, so I have to come up with a good costume, and thirdly, I already decided and I'm going to be a pirate. What do you guys think?"
"I think it is a wery excellent idea, Keptin," said Chekov, turning in his seat.
Uhura huffed.
"Yes, Lieutenant?" Kirk drawled. "You have an opinion on my costume?"
"I think it's just an excuse to go around and say things like 'let me plunder your booty'."
"You know me so well! So, what's everyone else going as?"
The bridge was silent.
"Oh come on, guys. This is going to be so much fun! Watch." He paged sickbay. "Bridge to Dr. McCoy."
"McCoy here."
"Dr. McCoy, this is your captain, giving you a direct order to appear at next week's Halloween party dressed as a naughty nurse."
There was a click and then silence. Jim frowned, then shrugged.
"Captain, I must protest this highly unprofessional behavior," said Spock.
"Ugh, look, Spock, if I let you go investigate your little abnormality, will you give me a break?"
"That would be a satisfactory arrangement," Spock agreed.
"Great! Go investigate! I'm going to see about getting a pirate hat!"
* * *
The next day, Kirk could have sworn Spock was sulking on the bridge.
"What's wrong, Spock? Abnormality not abnormal enough for you?"
"The anomaly was simply an unusually dense cluster of space dust. While I did find researching the possible causes of such a cluster a pleasant diversion, I did not find the experience particularly..."
"Fascinating?"
"Precisely."
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Don't worry though, I'm sure we'll be running into another anomaly any day now. In the meantime, have you been thinking about your Halloween costume? Have you by any chance considered going as an elf?"
* * *
Spock hesitated outside the captain's quarters, then requested entrance. Kirk buzzed him in. "Spock! What's up?" He was leaning back in his chair with his feet up on his desk, surrounded by scraps of fabric. He held up a small black circle of felt. "Check it out! Eye patch!" He held it over one eye and said "Arrr!"
"I was unaware that you were having trouble with one of your eyes," Spock said.
"No, it's for my pirate costume! You know, pirates...eye patches...never mind."
Spock raised an eyebrow, but plowed ahead. He had, after all, come here for a reason. "Captain, I have been meaning to speak with you about this Halloween party." He said Halloween like it was a highly distasteful word. "I believe it has been a distraction to the crew. For instance, I found that Mr. Scott has been neglecting routine engineering checks in order to design what he called 'realistic yet practical vampire fangs'."
"Oooh, cool!"
Spock waited.
"Look, Spock, it's just what you said - 'routine engineering checks' - there will be time for those later. We need to relax, live a little...crew morale and all that."
"I believe your emphasis on crew morale has led you to undertake some unprofessional activities that have damaged your ability to act as a role model for the crew."
"Unprofessional…? Come on, Spock. Like what?"
"Like the time you put the Enterprise on Red Alert because you were unable to locate a replicator that could make an acceptable cup of coffee."
Jim chuckled. "Oh yeah. But that was totally called for - I was seriously about to hurt someone."
"Then there was the time that you read everyone a 'bedtime story' over the intercom system."
"Goodnight Moon! It's a classic!" In one fluid motion Jim was out of his chair and in Spock's personal space. "What about the time," he said, his voice low, "I got fucked by my first officer over the console in the Bridge. Was that unprofessional?"
"Highly."
"And do you have any complaints about that particular incident?" Jim purred. He was close enough to feel Spock's body heat and to brush his hands over Spock's clenched fists.
Spock struggled to keep his voice even. "My only complaint is our near discovery after you accidentally sent the ship into evasive maneuvers."
Jim smiled at the memory, but his eyes were dark with lust. "I don't see you doing any evasive maneuvers right now, Commander," he said, sliding his hands up Spock’s arms and behind his head, moving in to tease at his lips with an eager tongue.
Spock felt a surge of heat in his groin and consciously relaxed his defenses, letting lust and desire flow through him, letting his hands and mouth respond to Jim’s advances, and finally giving into the power of a deep craving for his captain’s body. He pushed Jim roughly toward the bed, both of them pulling their shirts off and Spock starting on his pants as Jim fell back onto the blankets. Spock scrambled out of his pants and onto Jim, pinning his wrists to the bed, pressing their hips together. He looked down at Jim, shivering with desire underneath him, not even struggling against the strong hand that gripped his wrists tightly. With one hand, Spock touched Jim’s neck lightly with the tips of his fingers, reminded once again how pleased he had been to discover this alternative to strangling. Jim moaned softly, his lips parted and damp, luscious. Spock inhaled sharply, holding himself back. Jim caught his eye and nodded. Spock moved up until his cock was poised over Jim’s open mouth. He slid his length over Jim’s lips and tongue before finally letting Jim take him in, sucking hard. Spock threaded a hand through Jim’s short hair as he moved, slowly fucking Jim’s hot, skilled mouth. Jim took him in deeper with every thrust, concentrating, every twitch of his tongue and throat designed to send shocks of pleasure through Spock’s body. He could see Spock’s face above him, eyes half closed, feeling the intensity building, restraining himself until the last possible moment, until with one final push he let himself go, releasing into Jim’s mouth, and Jim eagerly swallowed around his pulsing cock.
Spock let go of Jim’s wrists, let him touch himself, kissed him hard. Jim arched his back as he stroked himself to completion, feeling the hot stream of come splash over his stomach and onto his hand. He lay back, smiling. Spock stood up and dressed as Jim lay lazily on the bed, watching him. Spock was never sure what to say in these situations, so he said, as he always did, “Thank you,” as he headed for the door.
* * *
Bones buzzed the door to Kirk's quarters. "Enter."
Bones entered to find Kirk standing in front of the replicator. The counter was covered with a variety of foods, including popcorn, candy bars, and what appeared to be a caramel apple.
Kirk was grinning as he waved Bones over. "Bones, Bones, you gotta check this out. I'm making Halloween food! Watch." He looked at the replicator. "Candy corn." One candy corn appeared. He grabbed it and held it up excitedly. "How awesome is that?!" He stuck in his mouth. "Oh man, that is delicious. Okay. Ten candy corns." A small pile of candy corn materialized. "Woohoo!" he yelped. He pulled out the pile. "Five hundred candy-mmf-"
Bones had clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Jim? How much sugar have you eaten?"
"Mmf." Jim swiped his tongue over Bones' palm. Bones pulled it off and wiped it on his pants, glaring.
"Come on, Bones, I haven't even gotten to the caramel apple yet!" He picked up the caramel apple and gave it a long, slow lick. Bones bit his lip. Jim checked to make sure Bones' eyes were still on his mouth, and proceeded to swirl his tongue over the apple's caramel coating. He even threw in a soft moan for good measure. Bones shifted, steadying himself with a hand on the edge of the counter.
"Jim. Stop it."
Jim moved closer, still licking. Bones closed his eyes. He heard a thump as the apple hit the floor and felt Jim's warm breath in his ear.
"Come on, Bones. Let me do something for you."
Bones took a deep breath. His mind and his cock had been at war over the issue of Jim Kirk for some time now. For the most part, his mind won, convincing him that his friend and captain should stay just that. The Southern gentleman in Bones could not be expected to settle for a lover who was intent on continuing his dalliances with other crewmembers. But still, every once in a while, Jim would set his sights on Bones, would come after him in full seduction mode, and Bones had rarely been able to say no to those eyes and that mouth. And let's just face it, he thought, as Jim reached down to unzip his pants, then slowly got down on his knees. Knowing that he was making the right moral decision by not settling for someone who wasn't his and his alone just didn't feel as good as Jim’s slick mouth engulfing his cock and doing that – oh God – that thing with his tongue. Bones put a hand on the counter and fisted the other hand in Jim’s hair. Jim’s cheeks were hollowed as he sucked so hard that Bones thought he might black out. Instead he groaned through his clenched teeth as he came in Jim’s mouth, watching him swallow eagerly. Then he almost passed out.
Jim stood up and wrapped his arms around Bones, who still had his eyes closed. Jim kissed him lightly on the mouth, flicking his tongue over Bones’ lips. “Thanks, Bones,” he whispered, smiling. “See you around.”
* * *
The crew was slowly beginning to filter into the mess hall where the party was being held when Bones came in, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt and clutching a bottle of whiskey. He wandered over to Pirate Kirk who was leaning against the bar.
"Bones," Jim exclaimed, pleased to see him. His grin turned to a frown when he saw Bones' outfit. "What are you supposed to be?"
"An off-duty Starfleet officer," Bones said, daring Jim to argue.
Jim rolled his eyes. "That's such a cop-out," he grumbled.
"Yeah, well, at least I don't look ridiculous," Bones replied, looking Jim up and down with a smirk. Actually, Jim looked only slightly ridiculous, and mostly ridiculously hot, with a bandana covering his hair, an eye patch over one eye, and a gold hoop earring in one ear that was somehow making Bones wish every day was Halloween. Jim's white shirt was open at the neck, revealing a tantalizing V of skin.
Jim interrupted his thoughts. “So, what do you think about the decorations?”
“I hadn’t noticed.”
“Too busy looking at me?”
Bones rolled his eyes and glanced around the room. Fake black bats hung from the ceiling and fake cobwebs spanned the corners of the room. The tables were covered in black and orange, and in the middle of each was a glowing, grinning carved pumpkin. Bones shook his head.
“Like the jack o’lanterns?” Jim asked, entirely too pleased with himself.
“Know what I like better? Jack Daniels,” Bones said, raising the bottle.
“Speaking of which, is that whiskey part of your costume, or are you gonna pour us some?" he asked. “I’m dying for a drink here.”
“Are you telling me you did this decorating…sober?” Bones asked in disbelief.
Jim stuck his tongue out and thrust two glasses his way. Bones filled them, and then a third for Scotty, who had come in wearing a black cape and flashing some very realistic looking fangs. The three of them took their first sips, and immediately started choking as the door slid open and Spock walked in.
Spock wore sunglasses, a studded black leather jacket, and a pair of tight ripped jeans.
"Is that...black lipstick?" asked Bones in disbelief.
Spock approached them, looking distinctly uncomfortable.
"Well done, mate," said Scotty, looking him up and down in approval. "What are you supposed to be anyway?"
"I am attempting a representation of a punk rocker," Spock replied, saying the last two words as if he'd never heard them before.
"Spock, I am not going to lie," said Jim, grinning and raising his glass. "You look fucking hot!"
Spock's eyebrow appeared over the top of his sunglasses. Bones huffed and rolled his eyes while Scotty nodded enthusiastically. Bones poured them all a round, and then another, as the room filled up around them. Jim interspersed shots with handfuls of candy corn and a wide piratey grin.
A murmur moved through the room, and mouths dropped open as Lieutenant Uhura entered the mess hall, clad in the familiar yellow shirt and black pants of a Starfleet Captain's uniform. She walked into the center of the room and dropped into a chair, leaned back, her legs slightly spread. She winked at the gawking crew.
"This is your captain speaking," she announced. "Let's get this party started! Kirk OUT!"
The crew went wild, cheering loudly enough to be heard on the nearest planet. The mess hall lights darkened and colored spotlights began sweeping the dance floor as loud music started pulsing through the room.
The crew was ready to party, but the surprises weren't over yet. The mess hall doors slid open and the crowd parted as Chekov and Sulu entered. Kirk grinned widely at the sight of Sulu dressed as a 21st century pimp, with a zebra striped velvet hat, a floor length purple fur coat, and a silver-topped cane. But what had sent the crowd into collective shock was the sight of Chekov on Sulu's arm, wearing what appeared to be Uhura's Starfleet uniform, the mini skirt leaving little to the imagination. He'd complemented the uniform with knee high black stiletto boots, and his face was made up with just the right amount of eye shadow, eye-liner, and cherry-red lipstick. He'd let his hair grow over the past 6 months, and now a silver headband held his curls out of his eyes.
Kirk stood smiling with his arms crossed, flanked by Spock and Bones whose mouths were hanging open just a little. Scotty stood behind Kirk, peering over his shoulder. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about," he said under his breath. Sulu and Chekov stopped in front of them as the party resumed. Sulu held his cane out in front of Chekov, stopping him from getting too close.
"Gentlemen," said Sulu, "Your evening entertainment has arrived."
To be continued…
Part 2 is here
