The doors swooshed shut behind him and one look around told Spock was much better. The room was filled with light and heath for one thing and it was more sparkly than it was after its commission.
"Spock, are you in?" He asked cautiously.
The figure of his lean friend came round the passage of the door and Kirk couldn't help to think that the past events were but a dream. Only the bright greenness of the man's ears gave a hint about the past. "Good afternoon captain." He stated in his natural way, but with a slight hint of apprehension.
"You all right?" Kirk said while lowering him in one of the chairs. Spock had already ordered the normal drinks from the replicator and followed suit. It was far easier to follow the patterns they used to and beat around the bush.
"I believe I owe you an explanation." Spock said after a most un-Vulcan sigh. He hadn't yet met Kirk's eyes but felt his stare as he warmed his hands around his cup of tea.
Kirk didn't interrupt the silence that fell, as he knew Spock needed time to recollect his thoughts. He did feel the apprehension about the subject through their bond of Thy'la; the bond of brothers.
"Trassk Von." He finally said while his eyes were still fixated at his cup. "It is very uncommon now, for it is a state which came, as do all of our rituals, from the time of awakening." His hands shook and he quickly put the cup down on the table.
Kirk watched his friend struggle, clench and unclenches his muscles and clasp his hands together.
"It has much in common with Pon Farr, but it is not always lethal and the … male does not go into blood fever." He sighted again and continued. "In ancient times it was an insurance for offspring, when conception did not take place during Pon Farr. It is very uncommon now and I believe the only reason it has evoked itself in me is my dual heritage."
"I still do not understand why you…, you couldn't do to yourself what I did…" He, too, was now flushed.
"Vulcans need the bond to climax." The answer was soft and Spock's eyes never left the now empty cup.
Kirk pushed himself out of his chair with great force and began pacing the room. "So, what you're saying is that if I just hadn't felt in the mood last night for a chess game, you would have DIED here?!" He paused and stared straight at his friend who seemed to melt in his seating as if one could hide in it.
"It is not all." Spock said so softly that Kirk wasn't sure he had heard him at all. He forced himself to calm down and listen, he couldn't really blame Spock, it was his biology's doing.
"Just like Pon Farr, Trassk Von lasts more than one day. The precise duration varies with each individual…" Spock's greenish hue had turned much darker at his words and at some places looked almost black now.
Kirk decided to stop putting his friend on the display table for now and went to sit beside him on the couch. "So… you mean that we have to do this more than once?" He asked while looking straight at him again.
This time Spock was forced to look up by power of the bond into the face of his Thy'la. He swallowed once and nodded softly.
"Ohh Spock…" He wrapped his arms around Spock and held him close. It took a few seconds, but the dark green went a shade lighter and he relaxed slightly in the embrace of his bondbrother.
After a while, Spock began to fidget. "What's wrong?"
The green, which by that point had nearly vanished, began to return. Kirk's frown disappeared as stricken by lightning and he moved his hand slowly to the front of the black uniform trousers of his proper first officer. "You could have said something." He said while unzipping its front.
Spock just nodded and rose a little to let Kirk remove his pants.
Kirk resettled himself against the couch while pulling Spock to sit between his legs and lean against his chest. This time the Vulcan was more cooperative and let himself be pushed against his friend.
Kirk let his hand go up and down in a very slow but firm rhythm. He tried to keep himself in check, but his body wasn't as controllable as his mind and he shifted a little so Spock would go unnoticed of his growing erection.
He quickened his pace and he felt the shocks of the other man's body; climax was arriving, and soon. The last few jerks and trusts and Spock's body spasmd uncontrollably in his arms while he held him tight.
After the last shock had died down, Spock turned half round. "Thank you."
"No problem." He lifted the dead tired Vulcan and gently laid him in the bed, just like the night before. "Now just sleep, I see you tomorrow on the bridge."
Spock didn't even last long enough for a nod and tumbled in a very deep sleep. Kirk sighted. He watched his friend sleep for a minute, but the throb in his groin told him he needed a cold shower immediately, at least he could be this close.
