Title: Closure

Author: Karmen Ghia, karmen_ghia@yahoo.com

Series: TOS

Romance Code: S/C

Rating: NC-17

Warning: This story contains m/m sex. If you are not interested in such things or under eighteen, click here: http://www.google.com/ and surf up something new. Thanks in advance.

Disclaimer: Copyright 1999 by Karmen Ghia. This is an original work of amateur fiction based on Star Trek. It makes transformative use of Star Trek and is intended only for noncommercial purposes. This work makes "fair use" of Star Trek copyrighted material; it is not intended to infringe on the intellectual property rights of Paramount, Viacom or other owners of copyright in Star Trek or any of their assignees or licensees. The author's copyright extends only to the original material in this work.

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Beta by Jane. Many, many thanks.

*Dear Spock,*

"You are late, Mr. Chekov, and extremely damp. Come in." Spock stepped back from the door of his apartment.

"I apologize for being late, sir. But I could not find a taxi in the storm and so, in order not to be very late, I walked here." Chekov stifled a sneeze and shivered.

"There is a dressing gown in the bedroom. I suggest you change into it, Ensign." Spock pointed to the only closed door in the small apartment.

*I hope this letter reaches you on Vulcan before you leave for Gol.*

Chekov put on the simple black robe and sniffed at the lapels. They smelled vaguely like the sea at Yalta had in autumn when he was a child. The skirts were long and he kicked them out of his way as he went to rejoin Spock in the other room. The Vulcan waved him to a chair at the table and dished up some grains and vegetables for him.

"Thank you for inviting me to dinner, Mr. Spock."

"We go our separate ways tomorrow, Ensign, and there are things I would like to discuss with you." Spock studied him for a moment. "But let us eat first."

*This posting to the research station on Planet 659-221 has been routine so far and I have had time to think over that evening in your apartment.*

"As you know I have resigned my commission and will leave for Vulcan tomorrow. I have decided to retire from society and pursue a contemplative life. I have found that close contact with Humans has created psychic dissonances I believe only the spiritual discipline of my homeworld can resolve. You are the cause of the majority of my… discomfort, Chekov."

"…?"

*I think we made a mistake that night. That I made a mistake that night.*

"I am sexually attracted to you, Ensign."

"I had no idea."

"Of course not."

*I now know what I have lost.*

"I became aware of my attraction to you in gradual stages. Your work on the Enterprise was always adequate and, on occasion, superior. I began to wonder about you and your personal life. If you were content with either Mr. Sulu or Mr. Scott.

"You were discreet, however, your involvement with these men did not escape my notice. I found that odd, as I usually have no interest in my subordinates' personal life, however, I began to observe yours in a scientific manner.

"I discovered that your gaze rests differently on your lover. I watched this occur with Mr. Sulu and then with Mr. Scott and then with both of them. I found this fascinating in that you could obviously care very deeply for both of them at the same time. Am I correct that you were intimate with both Scott and Sulu at the same time?"

"Yes, but never in the same bed."

"I did not think so, Ensign."

*What, in fact, I could never have except for a few hours that were not enough...*

"Do you wish to have sex with me?"

"Yes."

*I will have plenty of time in this posting to think about what I cannot have.*

"Then come." Spock rose and walked into the bedroom.

Chekov thought this was rather matter of fact but followed. He found the former first officer methodically stripping. Having never seen Spock naked, the navigator had a moment of disconcertion when the Vulcan turned to him.

"Are you all right, Chekov?" Spock drew near and took the lapels of his robe on Chekov in his long fingers. Chekov nodded as Spock pulled the garment off him and ran his warm hands over the ensign's shoulders, easing some of the tension out of them. "We will be more comfortable in a horizontal position." Spock guided him to the bed and into it.

*You, on the other hand, have achieved what you wanted: closure.*

Chekov relaxed in Spock's arms and returned the Vulcan's gentle kiss. 'I wonder if he thinks I will break,' he mused, deepening the kiss and reaching down to adjust and stroke Spock's erection against his hip. He then kissed a trail down to the Vulcan's cock and sucked on the head until Spock asked him to stop, please.

*Did it never occur to you that closure for you might be the starting place for me?*

"Do you know what to do?"

"I have researched it." Spock reached for a small jar on the nightstand.

*No. Of course not. That night was about you not me. It was about the feelings you had for me that you could no longer ignore. I actually had very little to do with it.*

Chekov squirmed against the warm fingers stretching and making him slippery. He nibbled on Spock's earlobe to distract himself from being overwhelmed by the fact Spock would be fucking him in the next three or so minutes.

*You said that Gol will burn out what is left of your desire for me. But I am not going to Gol so what shall I do about my desire for you?*

"No; I would prefer you to lie on your back." Spock moved over the now supine Chekov and pushed the ensign's legs farther apart.

"Like this?" Chekov wrapped his legs around the Vulcan's waist and tilted up his hips invitingly.

"Yes." Spock centered his cock and pressed in the head. Feeling Chekov tense beneath him, he paused until the Human relaxed enough to allow him to proceed.

*We Terrans believe that time heals all wounds. I certainly hope so since there is nothing else to be done for it.*

Chekov let his eyes fall shut in pure pleasure and watched through lowered sable lashes Spock sinking into him. He smiled when the Vulcan hit bottom and reached up to brush Spock's hair off his brow. It was something he'd always wanted to do.

*I have nothing to lose in wanting the impossible but if there were some way to be with you, I would never want anyone or anything again.*

Spock gazed down; enjoying Chekov enjoying him enjoying Chekov and began rhythmically, but gently, to fuck his lover. He was pleased that the ensign thrust up with such abandon to meet his strokes.

They were very soon writhing against each other on the edge, then over into a powerful climax that left them shuddering and breathless.

*But life will go on and in time I will not even think of you at all. Perhaps.*

Chekov lay quietly against Spock and was just about to doze off when the Vulcan spoke:

"Your uniform is dry. I will call for a taxi." And got up from the bed.

*Godspeed, Spock, farewell.*

"Thank you, Ensign, I am sure you will excel in your new assignment."

"Yes, sir. Thank you for dinner."

Spock hesitated, as if he might kiss Chekov good-bye, but recovered his composure and simply opened the door.

*Yours,*

Chekov sat back in the cab and wondered how angry he was going to be when the pleasure high wore off and reality set back in. He decided reality could wait until tomorrow.

*Chekov*