They found him curled into a ball in the far corner of the room. A whimper of pain escaping him as he tried to remain still. They had taken his mate from him, the bond ripped in half somehow. He could see the frayed ends as he tried to build up his shields. They were reaching out for the other half, the bright, golden light that had led them to paths of extreme pleasure in just a few short days. He shivered as he tried to block out the memories of what happened. Tried to forget how he had been ripped away from him. He had fought for him, trying to protect him from anyone who would harm him and yet...they had still been able to take him.

He tried to stop the tremor that raced along his nerves. The rage and pain almost blinding him to the others around him. He could hear them telling him it would be ok. They were there to help and that everything would be ok but he couldn't tell them. Couldn't let them know that there was nothing they could do to help him with his pain. He shivered as memories floated through his mind. He could see his smile, hear his voice, and feel his touch. Could remember what it felt like to be so close to him, to ease the fire that burned within him. He groaned as the memories became painful. Clutching his head, He tried to block out the images, to find a way to control the pain. It wasn't until he felt a hand pressed against his face and a familiar voice whispering softly in Vulcan, did it all stop. He let out a soft gasp and blissfully fell into darkness, grateful for the dark embrace of silence.


He couldn't help the shiver that raced across his body, the minute tremor that made him bite his bottom lip until he tasted blood. He was pressed against a glass table. His over heated body lapping up the feel of the coolness against his blazing skin. He tried to keep from moaning as a pair of soft, strong hands moved over him with the knowledge of where and how he loved to be touched. He couldn't see who it was, tried desperately to catch a glimpse of...of what? A pair of eyes, hair, facial structure? What was he trying to see?

He tried to focus his thoughts but was immediately brought back to the fact that there was someone touching him in the most intimate of ways and all he could do was let it happen. Silently beg for more as his body responded to the stimulation. He pressed himself closer to the cool glass, gasping softly in relief. His overheated body wasn't going to be able to take anymore stimulation. It felt like he'd been here for hours, trembling and shivering with the desire to come. He tried to catch his breath but it entered as a shudder and exited on a moan. He could feel his body tightening with the start of his orgasm and tried not to make a sound or move. He jerked as a voice spoke softly near his ear, whispering things that made him want to wait, made him want to hear more. He couldn't help the small whimper that left him as those hands slid over his back, slowly teasing in their exploration. He bit back a groan as they slid lower, rubbing gently as they went. When they slid slowly, teasingly over his ass it took everything in him not to press back into the touch. He could hear the roaring in his ears, feel his blood rushing through his system and prayed that whoever it was, they didn't stop. He could feel his toes curling as he tried to fight back the tide rising within him. He gasped as he tried to hold on.

It wasn't until he heard the voice again, telling him how good he was doing, how obedient he was, and how pleased they were with his behavior, did he recognize the sound of an alarm going off somewhere in the distance. He frowned slightly, trying to figure out why there would be an alarm going off and he was in the middle of...

It wasn't until the alarm became clearer, the sound sharper, did he realize that he wasn't having sex with a mystery person. He was lying in bed, dreaming of having sex with a mystery person. Groaning, he slowly slid a hand down his body, making sure to maintain the stimulation from before. Trying to recall the sensations from the dream, he wrapped a hand around his cock and squeezed gently. There was no way he was going to be able to hold back the moan that left him. He was way beyond the point of caring if he was heard. He felt his hips thrusting up into his fist as he stroked himself. He needed to come, having waited so long, his entire body strung taught with the sexual tension from his dream. He groaned out loud as he moved his hand faster, trying to remember the mystery person. That is, until they slowly morphed into someone else. Someone with dark hair and eyes that looked into his soul. He rarely touched him but when he did...there was something...something that seemed to make him hyper aware of the other. As he thought of that voice, the soft soothing words, his hips thrust faster, his breathing became choppier, and all he wanted was to come to the sound of his voice. Hear him giving him the same praise as the voice from his dream. He squeezed his cock tighter and arched up off of the bed. It wasn't until that voice echoed through out the room did he let go. Gasping harshly, he jerked as he slid his fist up then down once, twice, and...and...

"Spock to Captain Kirk...Captain, you are needed on the bridge immediately."

He moaned louder as he heard him, trying not to get off on that sound...that voice...but it was to late. Jim cried out brokenly as he stroked himself to completion, He writhed against the bed as he milked himself, panting harshly. His body slowly losing the previous tension that had held him in its grip. He groaned in frustration as he reached over and pressed the button on his intercom.

"Kirk here, I'm on my way Mr. Spock. Anything I need to know before I get there send it to my padd and I'll go over it on my way to the bridge." Jim knew he sounded breathless but hoped the other couldn't tell. Silently prayed he hadn't heard it but knew it was impossible to trick himself into believing that he didn't. He couldn't hold back the groan as he rolled off the bed and padded to the lavatory, grabbing his uniform on the way. He needed to get cleaned up before he left for the bridge and although he preferred a hot water shower he would have to go with the sonics for now. They were faster and that's what he needed, fast. After making sure he was cleaned, shaved, and dressed he grabbed the padd sitting on his desk and headed to the bridge, pleased to be only ten minutes late for his shift. He boarded the turbolift and looked over the information Spock had sent him, a frown appearing on his tan face. Something was off about the information in front of him. He read through the rest of what he had as the turbolift took him to the bridge. He looked over everything again just to be sure that he was understanding things correctly. It wasn't until the lift doors opened on the bridge did the information make sense. He walked out and his eyes immediately went to the view screen.

"Report Mr. Spock." He was immediately in captain mode. The energy on the bridge was setting his nerves on edge. Something was very wrong with the scene in front of him. He glanced over at his first officer as he made his way to his chair. He could still remember his dream, the voice, the...trying not to blush, Jim moved towards his chair and sat down. A loose sprawl that to some would seem lazy but for those who knew him it meant he was ready for anything.

"It would seem, Captain that we have encountered a mirror planet. One planet hides the other depending on which angle you look at them. We did not notice anything until about 0600 when delta shift was over. They are both class M Planets, support life and are very similar to the third planet in the Xyrillieum System. The air content is within the proper parameters, however it is not recommended that we remain longer than the maximum time allowed. They are as much alike as they are different. Where as one has the sun the other is completely dark and the temperatures are just as different. We could learn a lot from our studying them."

Jim could feel those dark eyes watching him, tracking his movements and he wasn't sure why. Giving himself a mental shake he turned to look back at his first officer. "And the other concern would be..." He rubbed his temples to try and stave off a headache.

Spock scanned the blond from head to toe, wondering at the light pink coloring that sat high on his cheeks. It did not help that when the captain had responded he had sounded out of breath, as if he had been exercising or...or...his eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the possibility that the captain may have had a visitor last night.

"Mr. Spock, everything alright?" Jim tilted his head slightly to the left as he watched the tall, pale Vulcan look him over. He could feel his body heating at the look but refused to look away. He was pleased with himself for not doing what he wanted to the most and give in to the look in those eyes. To have this man just strip him bare and take him...wait...what? Jim blinked, the headache was becoming worse while the room began to blur and he looked around at the others on the bridge. Something wasn't right, he could feel the hair on his arms standing up and his nerves were screaming at him. Standing from his chair, Jim looked over towards navigation. "H-hikaru?" Jim started softly, he noticed his friend turn and look at him, confusion clear on his face. He blinked at the raven haired man trying to bring his image back into focus.

"Captain...Jim, are you ok?" Sulu was looking at him from his chair but he was fuzzy, going in and out of focus. "Hey, you don't look so well, maybe you should go..."

Jim blinked, not understanding why everything was so blurred and why was there a loud ringing sound? He looked at Sulu then turned back to Spock, noticing the look of concern in his eyes. He tried to say something but all he got out was a soft groan before feeling the floor rush up to greet him and everything going black.

Spock reacted before he could think. He saw the moment the blond was going to fall, called out to him as he tried to catch him, to keep him from hurting himself to badly. "Captain...Jim can you hear me?" Spock looked down at the pale face, could feel the heat radiating from the tan body and called sickbay. "Bridge to Dr. McCoy."

"McCoy here, what can I do for ya' Mr. Spock?"

"Dr, we have a situation concerning the Captain." Spock could feel his heart racing, his stomach muscles tightening with his nerves as he looked down at the still blond.

"What type of situation Spock? Is Jim sick or has he gotten hold of something he wasn't supposed to? Tell me something man so I can make sure I don't give him something that will kill him!"

"He was talking then...then he simply...fell." Spock was trying to remain focused despite the fact that he wanted to pick Jim up and carry him to sickbay himself. He looked around at the bridge crew and noticed everyone had matching looks of concern or worry on their faces. When his eyes met Nyota's, he tried to hide his feelings. He hadn't meant to be caught and thankfully she was the only one who had seemed to notice.

"Well damnit man, bring his ass down here so I can see what's the matter! You can explain to me what ever else ya' need to when ya' get here, McCoy out."

Spock looked over at Sulu, a frown turning the corners of his mouth down. "Mr. Sulu you have the bridge, I need to make sure that the Captain makes it to sickbay safely." He adjusted his hold on Jim, picking him up gently, surprised at the lack of muscle in the other man. Walking to the turbolift, Spock glanced again at Nyota then turned as soon as the doors opened. Once inside he looked down and scanned the tan face. Taking in the dark circles under his eyes, the palor of his skin, and the weight loss. Guilt forced him to note the changes in the other, take note of the differences that shouldn't have happened. He wanted to comfort him, to help him through this but remembered what he had been told. He had to let Jim put the pieces back together but it was becoming harder to keep his distance from him. It was painful to watch him walk around, unknowing, not remembering...

"Spock? Bring him in, just what the hell happened? What was he doing when he passed out?" Dr. Leonard McCoy was the chief medical officer on the Enterprise as well as best friend to the Captain. He looked at Spock, a frown marring his face. "He looks like hell." He muttered under his breath.

Spock blinked, he didn't remember the trek to the med bay and the sound of the doctor's voice took him by surprise. "I am unable to..." Spock drifted off, aware of what he almost said. He glanced at the doctor as he laid Jim down on a biobed. He didn't miss the look the brunette gave him. Few knew of what had happened to the blond and those who did were sworn not to speak of it. He looked back down at Jim then over to McCoy, he knew the doctor was curious as to what had really happened to his friend but he wasn't able to tell him. He watched as McCoy scanned Jim with a tricorder, making sure to take note of any changes to his system.

"He still hasn't gained any weight and it looks like he still isn't sleeping well." He looked up at the monitors above the bed, checking them against the tricorder readings. He glanced up at Spock from beneath his lashes, silently studying him. It didn't escape him the way he slowly moved closer to Jim. Nor did he miss how the dark gaze seemed to scan the sleeping blond from head to toe. Just what the hell happened between them? Why wouldn't Spock talk about it?

Spock looked at the silent figure on the bed and wondered if maybe he was doing more harm than good by staying away. Jim was human, he had shown he could handle almost anything thrown at him, even death but a Vulcan bond? He couldn't be certain, his mother had but Jim wasn't his mother. He slowly moved closer to the bed, the bond between them calling to him. He didn't understand it, didn't understand why it was Jim Kirk who...

"Spock...Spock, hey, can you hear me? Just what the hell is going on with you? I've been standing here talking to you and you don't seem to be listening." McCoy looked at the Vulcan with a disgruntled expression. It was irritating him how the other was acting. The almost obsessive attitude he now had towards Jim. McCoy knew Spock thought nobody noticed but when it came to Jim, he did. They were more like brothers than friends and they took care of each other. After Jim's return, Spock and a few others from the crew had started acting...differently, becoming overly protective of the blond, despite Jim's adamant statements that he didn't know why.

Spock looked up at McCoy, "Will the Captain be alright, doctor?" He needed to know before he returned to his duties. At least one of them would be needed on the bridge and until Jim could return to duty, the task was left up to him. He could feel his heart pounding in his side, the thought of leaving him, of having to walk away...again. He tried not to show just how much it hurt him...the bond steadily pulling him closer. He wanted to...so very badly...

"I believe so, looks like he just passed out but why I don't know. Not until I talk to him and I'm not sure how long that will be." He looked up at the monitors above the bed again, checking vital signs and pressures. Watching Spock as he stared down at Jim he frowned, he wasn't sure what happened to his friend but he planned to find out and god help whoever gets in his way.