Title: One Last Kiss
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek .
Rating: PG
Warning: Slash, character death. Don't like don't read.
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"Get off this ship. NOW."
Kirk heard the turbolift doors hiss shut and, when he looked up from the console, fought the urge to make what he had just said an order.
"Spock ... please ... you know as well as I do there can be no escape. The Klingon warbird has us outgunned ... the only way for anyone to survive is for the Enterprise to ... provide a distraction while ..."
"Captain, I am not going anywhere." Spock crossed the bridge to the main console where Kirk was standing. Kirk opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. He took a deep steadying breath and turned away to stare at the console, trying not to look at the countdown to impact.
"I have to stay here to run navigation, but there's no reason you have to die here too. There's one shuttle left. Take it. Please. While there's still time."
"It is illogical that both of us should die here" Spock conceded "However, I do not feel logic applies in this situation." he moved to try to look at Jim face to face, but Kirk resolutely looked at the console.
"As I said, I am not going anywhere … T'hy'la." With that Spock put his hand on Kirk's. As Kirk turned to face the man he loved Spock's other hand found Kirk's face. Every inch of Spock's skin that touched Kirk was hot, producing little flicks of flame, as though the conflagration that was going to consume them both had already taken hold on his T'hy'la. In the next instant the perspective changed. Kirk was the one who was cold - as cold as death, and his T'hy'la's warmth was the fire of passion ... of life. He was drawn to the fire, a moth flying towards a flame, neither knowing nor caring about the how or the why, only knowing the pull, the need to be close to the flame.
"Spock ..."
"Jim … T'hy'la ..." Spock leaned forward, close to Kirk and his lips, only slightly parted, ever so lightly brushed Kirk's. Kirk could feel Spock's breath, hot against the skin of his face. He tried to take a breath as he had before, but his body wouldn't respond to that particular wish. Instead his lips met Spock's again; he wrapped his right arm around Spock's shoulders. As he did so, his left hand, on reflex found itself entangled in Spock's silken hair.
"T'hy'la" his lips met Spock's again "I love you"
"And I love you, my T'hy'la."
Spock put his arm around Kirk's shoulder, drawing him closer. Kirk allowed himself to be wrapped in his T'hy'la's love, and lifted his head and lips met Spock's again. In that moment, time and place lost all meaning. The universe shrunk to a bubble that included only the two of them. There was no Klingon warbird attacking, no fire, and no impending doom. For Kirk there was only Spock, the feeling of Spock's lips on his, the feeling of Spock's arms around him, the smell of Vulcan incense, and the love that was coming from Spock through the mental link they shared. Time stood still and that one moment seemed to last forever. It couldn't, of course, but for Jim having the opportunity to tell Spock one last time how he felt, having that moment made dying easier. The infinity of the moment, though not the kiss, was only broken by the sound of the computer's cold emotionless voice
"Impact in five ... four ... three ... two ... one ..."