Uuuurrrggghhh! Can't sleeeeeeep. Have been searching for the perfect fic to satiate my cravings for ages but I've found NOTHING (which is unusual and probably more to do with me being unwilling to be pleased at this time of the night) So I wrote this to get the pent up feels out in the hopes that I can sleep

I need to stop writing now. I need sleep (First day of the first semester in my new degree tomorrow (URGH today) which MAY have something to do with the insomnia)

Hope you like it! I never thought I would write Spock, he's a bit like Sherlock or The Doctor, their voices are not usually in my head (aaaand now I sound mentally unwell) so I avoid writing them generally and let the experts do it. however this turned out a lot better than i expected so I guess I was wrong... or I'm delusional from the lack of sleep, 50/50.

I don't own, I don't want to (yay for the rest of the world!)

Sleep.

The two men burst into the private quarters and waited for the door to close before the leader rounded on the other, hands fisted at his sides in fury "Don't you ever, ever dare do something like that again. How could you think I would be OK with it? It was stupid and reckless!"

"Captain-"

"No! The possible consequences, the danger that… what could have happened if you… if you…" he shook his head, trying to clear the horrors his imagination conjured "You are never to do anything like that again. I forbid it. As your captain I forbid it."

"Captain-"

"I'm not done; the next time you get a harebrained scheme like that you ignore it. Do you hear me?" He stabbed his finger at the other mans chest "You ignore it and you find another way to do whatever it is you were going to do. I don't care if it means breaking the prime directive to do it another way, if you have to pretend to be a god for some backwater village you do it, but never do what you just did. Ever. Again"

"Captain you are being illogical."

"Like hell I'm being illogical! You nearly died and I couldn't do anything except watch, you stepped into a nest of cannibals without a weapon and no way to beam away and you expect me to just accept that?!" He threw his hands wide as if daring someone to disagree.

"Jim!" he exclaimed, exasperation clear "You had been stabbed and beaten, and they were clearly about to kill you, the only logical course of action was to draw their attention away. I had 10.5 seconds to create a diversion and so I used what resources I had. I would like you to take into consideration that I was successful"

"I don't care if you got them all to do a dance, I don't want you to risk you life for mine like that again"

Spock looked at Jim thoughtfully for a moment "and if our roles had been reversed? Would you not have done something equally risky to save my life?"

"Damn you and your logic!" Jim shouted before his shoulders fell, defeat and exhaustion weighing on him "you know I would" he said a little softer, running his hands through his hair and letting out a breath, sitting down on the end of the bed with a soft huff "this is one of those times when I wonder if this relationship was a good idea"

Spock nodded but remained silent; it was a conversation they had had many times from both sides and it always ended the same – it was worth the pain.

Kirk looked up at him with cautious affection "You know I don't want to wrap you in cotton wool right?"

"If you are referring to being overly protective then yes Jim, I understand and can relate. I too do not want you to come to harm, particularly at my expense however experience has taught me that I have little chance in convincing you to desist" His mouth twitched in a fond smile "and I do not believe your luck would allow it"

Jim pulled a face as he stood and walked over to his lover, a soft smile erasing the tension he had carried since they arrived back on the ship some 4.7 hours ago, Spock was pleased to see his body relax as well, too many days of stress and nights of broken sleep of late had them both wound tighter than usual, he was a little surprised the argument had ended so quickly.

Their hands met in a gentle kiss before they wrapped their arms around each other, taking comfort from the real, solid, unharmed forms they held, proving to themselves that the other was well and whole. Spock pulled away only far enough to look Jim in the eye, hands remaining against the skin at the base of Kirk's spine, drawing and giving comfort in equal measure at the skin to skin contact "Now would be an appropriate time for us both to get some rest, perhaps you would like to shower while I prepare us both a drink?"

"perhaps" Jim admitted before grinning up at him "but it would be much more fun if you joined me for the shower" and before Spock could clear the mental images Jim had thrown at him enough to reply he was gone, clothes left in a trail towards a door left just wide enough for Spock to hear the hum of the sonic shower and Jim's moan of pleasure as he stepped inside.

Perhaps there was something to be gained from engaging in a little recreational fun he thought as he made his way to the door, after all the doctor had pulled them both from duty for the next 47.2 hours.

A ghost of a smile graced Spock's face as he shed his shirt.

There were many recreational activities that they could engage in during that time.