Here it is, the big moment! Put up early as a thank you to everyone who soothed my bruised ego. I mentioned before that this will contain somewhat dubious consent. I hope that warning was an appropriate one. This chapter will just be Jim's POV. Spock's a little busy right now!

This is pretty much all sex.

Chapter 3

Jim was lying on the bed, studying the rules of the 'business' for what seemed like the millionth time. He still didn't know what he could do to escape. It seemed that trips outside of the rooms or building were an earned privilege, as was possession of things (clothes, jewelry, etc) other than the ones provided by the people who'd bought him. He didn't even know what planet he was on. The biggest problem though, was the ankle cuff. He'd already been shocked by it once after attacking the Caitian, and that might have just been a low setting. As long as it was on him, there was no way he'd make it outside of the building. He looked at the clock on the table beside the bed and saw that it was nearly 3 a.m. He looked at the padd one more time. He really needed to get enough sleep if he was going to be able to plan or prepare for anything.

He was pulled from his musings by the sound of the door at the other end of the room opening. He caught a brief glimpse of a few people outside, at least two of them Ferengi, when a man in dark, nondescript clothing rushed in. The door shut right behind him. He looked around the room wildly for at first before his eyes caught Jim. For a moment, all his focus was on the man on the bed. Then, before Jim could even blink, the man was across the room, on top of him, and pressing him into the bed as he pulled at his uniform. The first thing Jim noted in the struggle was the guy's pointed ears. He frantically grabbed at his hands as he tried to figure out what was going on.

Was he a Romulan? His aggressive behavior was certainly typical of one. But as he stared up at the flushed green face above him, he noticed a distinct lack of ridges on his forehead. A Vulcan? Vulcans were supposed to be pacifists, people who were only interested in logic and science, and other factual stuff like that. However, all other possibilities flew out the window when the Vulcan managed to get a knee between his legs and pry them apart, and he felt something big and hard pressing against him.

"No!" He shouted. "Stop it! Get off me!" Then, to his great shock, the Vulcan went limp and practically collapsed against him and buried his face in his neck. He was shaking, and as Jim felt something wet against his neck, he realized the guy was crying as well.

"Please!" He gasped, his breath coming in shuddering sobs. "Please! I burn!" Jim's fear was now warring with confusion. The guy said he was burning? He was incredibly hot to the touch, even more so than he might expect for a Vulcan. Jim put his hands on his shoulders and pushed experimentally. He moved back, though rather reluctantly. Jim sat up and looked him in the eye.

"What do you mean, you burn?" He asked, trying to keep his voice steady. The Vulcan, who he saw was actually pretty young, shook under his hands.

"Pon Farr." He gasped. "Plak Tow. Blood fever. Must mate or die." The guy had to fuck someone or die? And why him? But that didn't really matter right now. If it was true, and the man was going to die if they didn't have sex, Jim's captors might decide to kill him too. And…Jim didn't know what it was exactly, but watching the man in front of him, shaking, crying, and begging to have sex with him, he didn't feel quite as threatened or afraid as he had when he first came in. His black hair was a wild mess and his teary brown eyes were nearly black with arousal and surrounded by green, meaning they were bloodshot. His face was also flushed green, and he couldn't have been more than a couple of years older than Jim. He made a decision.

"Look," he said, still struggling to keep his voice even and not let his fear show, "I don't know what's going on, but if you're gonna die otherwise, then I- I'll let you fuck me." He paused to take a steadying breath. "Just, please be careful. I've never done this with a guy before." The Vulcan seemed to process his words, then pitched forward against Jim, burying his face in his neck again, gasping words to him.

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" Jim didn't resist as the Vulcan lowered him back to the bed, staying plastered up against him the whole time. For a moment, they just laid there, Jim rigid against the pillows and the Vulcan pressed against him. His shaking had slowly subsided. Now, it was beginning to feel like he was sniffing at Jim's neck. Then, he felt a hot tongue drag against his skin. Due to the feverish Vulcan's close proximity and his own nervousness, Jim had begun to sweat, and the Vulcan seemed intent on properly sampling it. Jim shuddered a little, and the Vulcan seemed to respond well to it, pressing closer and wrapping his arms around him.

After a few more seconds of licking (as well as some sucking and nibbling) he began to move down to Jim's chest. He actually growled when he encountered Jim's uniform and began trying to tear it off again. Jim grabbed his wrists again and pushed them back.

"Hang on!" He said quickly. "I'll take care of this, just worry about your own clothes." The Vulcan immediately pushed himself off the bed and began tearing off his long coat. Jim didn't watch him get undressed; he just focused on removing the wetsuit-like thing with his shaky hands. He heard what sounded like fabric tearing, and then the Vulcan was back on the bed, pressing him down again, flesh against flesh, and getting right back to where he'd left off. Jim froze in shock for a moment as he felt another man's body pressed right against his, the firm skin and lightly furred chest quite alien to him. The biggest shock of all was the feeling of a very hard, hot Vulcan cock pressed against his flaccid one. He snapped out of it when he felt the Vulcan mouthing at his neck again. "Wait." He whispered. The Vulcan raised his head again. He was starting to look a little irritated. But there was one more thing Jim felt he should ask. "What's your name?" The irritated expression vanished. The reply was soft.

"I am Spock."

"Spock." He repeated. "I'm Jim."

"Jim." Spock repeated. It was almost like a purr. Jim shuddered again. No one had ever said his name like that, like it was the best word ever. Spock said it like it was the answer to his prayers. Spock briefly raised himself up enough to press his nose into Jim's hair and took a deep sniff before he bent his head back to Jim's chest. He resumed licking, nipping, and sucking on bits of Jim's skin as he slowly made his way downward. To Jim's embarrassment, he couldn't help but feel a familiar stirring in his groin. He kept trying to tell himself he had nothing to be ashamed of, that he was attracted to men, that he was doing this to prevent a worse outcome, and that it was a perfectly natural reaction to have to that kind of touch. However, all attempts to soothe his wounded pride were made useless when Spock reached his pelvis.

As he had done with the hair on Jim's head, he placed his nose into the curls at his groin and inhaled deeply, and all Jim could think was that it should NOT have been as hot as it was. His semi-hard cock began to fill more rapidly as Spock turned his full attention to it. Jim was unable to prevent his hips from jerking, yelping a bit as Spock wrapped one very hot hand around it and gave the head a curious lick with that hot tongue.

He was then turned over onto his stomach by gentle but insistent hands. His hips were coaxed up a bit, and two of the pillows on the bed were placed under them as his legs spread and bent underneath him, effectively propping his rear up enough for Spock's convenience, as he knelt behind him. He grabbed another pillow and clutched to his chest, ready to use it to muffle any undignified sounds. He froze suddenly as he felt those same hands spreading him, the tip of one finger running across his anus.

"Hold on." He said a little breathlessly. "There's some stuff we can use in the bathroom-" he was cut off by the feeling of the finger returning, this time coated in something slick. He felt it circling his hole once before slowly pushing in. He tried to force himself to relax and not clench around the unfamiliar feeling. He tried to focus instead on the groan Spock let out as he pushed the finger in. He'd heard somewhere once that Vulcan's hands and fingers were very sensitive; something to do with their mind melds. The finger slid in and out of him for a minute, and he started to get used to the strange sensation. Then, the finger was removed. He took the opportunity to lift his head and glance back.

Spock seemed to have his hand, the one that wasn't resting rather possessively on Jim's hip, down at his groin. Jim saw him bring it back up and saw the fingers glistening with the same fluid. He realized that Spock's body was providing a natural lubrication. Jim might have laughed a bit at that if he wasn't preoccupied with other things. He turned back to rest his head on the pillow again as he felt two fingers now working their way into him. Spock moaned again as his fingers were massaged by the virgin hole. Jim let out a moan of his own, as a slight burning sensation accompanied the fingers. The burn intensified as Spock began to scissor the two fingers slowly. This continued on for a minute or so. The fingers were removed to retrieve more lubricant, and three returned covered in it. Jim pushed his face into the pillow to muffle the whine he let out as the three fingers began to scissor like before. Spock seemed to notice his discomfort and rubbed at his hip in what seemed like an attempt at comfort. He added a fourth finger, slowly preparing him for his own needy cock. Finally, he removed his fingers with a small, desperate moan at the loss of the tightness that had surrounded them.

Jim felt Spock shifting behind him, moving into position, and he couldn't stop himself from looking back again. He wanted to see just what he was about to get into, or rather what was about to get into him. His eyes widened as he actually saw Spock's dick. Jim knew he had nothing to be ashamed of, not that anyone would be able to tell now; his erection had gone down during the preparations. Spock looked like he might be close to eleven inches long. He was a bit more slender that Jim was, noticeably so. He was kind of relieved to see that. He had a feeling that girth might prove more of a difficulty than length in this situation. What really captured his attention, though, was the head. It was double ridged and a very dark shade of green. His heart stuttered a bit as he watched Spock pumping himself slowly, spreading the lubrication around, preparing to penetrate him.

Jim turned back to the pillow once more and wrapped his arms around it. He felt the hot, double ridged head resting against his hole for a moment, and then pushing in. He had to bite down on the pillow to muffle his groan at the entry. He was thankful for the two pillows keeping him propped up, because he didn't think he'd be able to remain that way on his own. The burn caused by the stretch was worse than when it had just been the fingers, but not nearly as bad as it would have been without them. Maybe it just seemed that way because Spock was so hot to the touch. Jim just clutched at the pillow and did his best not to move around or try to throw Spock off, trying to ignore the burn and focus on the pure heat easing inside him. Spock gripped his hips hard, and he knew he'd have handprint shaped bruises later on. He kept up a slow slide inward, groaning as he did so, until he was flush against Jim's backside.

Just as he stopped, Jim felt a sudden burst of heat deep inside him and heard Spock's deep moan. He realized that Spock must have come. However, the cock inside him did not seem to change at all. Spock stayed still, pressed right against him, though Jim didn't know if he was giving him time to adjust to his cock, or just gathering his strength again. He decided to test the waters a bit.

He wriggled his hips slightly while simultaneously clenching himself around Spock's hard length. Spock gasped and began to rock against him, just small thrusts barely in and out. After a minute or so, he stilled again, Jim felt that telltale burst of heat inside him once more. Was that what this fever did to him? Gave him multiple orgasms with little stimulation? He was shaken out of his thoughts as Spock began to move once more, his thrusts longer now. The semen from the other two orgasms was really helping to reduce the friction as he thrust in and out. He adjusted his position a bit, and Jim suddenly cried out as Spock's cock struck what could only be his prostate.

"Ah, fuck!" Jim had never tried to find it himself. He knew there was a reason guys liked to do this, but he'd had no idea it would feel like that! Spock seemed to take this as a good sign, and continued to aim for that spot, managing to hit it most of the time. Jim's cock was beginning to fill again, and he didn't bother to repress his moans or encouragement anymore. "Oh God, right there! Harder!"

Spock did exactly as he asked, pulling him up to his hands and knees and pumping in and out of him in long, hard strokes, finding that spot over and over again. All the while he grunted and growled words in Vulcan. Jim caught his name mentioned here and there. "Jim, ni rom, ni wulfic. Samu t'nash'veh yontaya! Nem-tor t'nash-veh sa-nei-masu! Ah, Jim!" Jim was now painfully hard himself. He began to reach for his cock, desperate for some relief, but was stopped when Spock grabbed his hand and pressed it against the bed. He did the same with the other hand and rubbed their fingers together hard. Jim gasped as he felt sparks of pleasure running from his fingertips to the rest of his body. He began thrusting his own hips back to prolong contact.

"God, please!" He moaned, not even caring what he was begging for. Spock seemed thrilled to hear it. He growled, placed his hands on Jim's hips again, and held him in place as he began pounding into Jim hard and fast, fingers digging into his flesh. Jim was in awe of his strength and could only hang on for the ride and cry out his pleasure. Even if he had experimented by himself, nothing could have prepared him for the burning heat and slick friction and pleasure radiating from the inside out while Spock fucked him. He was so focused on being so filled by that heat and friction that he almost didn't notice his own orgasm approach until it was happening. He arched his back and came with a shout as he ejaculated all over the pillows below him. He slumped back over them as Spock continued to labor toward his own satisfaction. He continued to pound into Jim, molding himself to his back, pressing him hard into the mattress, biting down on his shoulder, and shoving in as far as he could as he came a third time.

This time, he pulled out afterwards. Jim winced as he pulled free, feeling the hot fluid seeping out of him. He felt himself starting to drift off, but struggled to remain awake as he felt Spock pulling the pillows out from under him and throwing them to the floor as he turned Jim onto his back and settled between his legs again. He gazed up at the Vulcan staring down at him. The expression on his face was something that almost looked like…adoration. He touched his cheek lightly. "E'tum." He murmured breathlessly. "T'nash-veh e'tum kantelau." Jim glanced down to see that Spock was still quite hard. Slowly, he lifted Jim's hips and slid easily back inside him. Jim hissed a bit at the contact with his rather sore opening. Spock didn't move, he just stayed there, pressed right up against him. He raised a hand to Jim's face again and began arranging his fingers, settling them at certain points. Before Jim could really figure out what he was trying to do, he spoke some words in Vulcan and the world around him disappeared.

Jim found himself in a place where he had no body or voice. It was just him. At first, there was nothing except this odd sense of nothingness. Then, he became aware of the fact that he was not alone. He wasn't sure how he knew that, he just did. He realized it was Spock, in his head. There weren't any real words between them. He felt feelings passing between them as they came closer together. From Spock, he felt very warring emotions: Guilt, comfort, concern, gratitude, relief, fear, even happiness. Without even thinking about it, he found himself trying to push aside his own fear and project comfort back to Spock.

His presence came closer and closer, until they were one in mind. Then, things began to take shape around him. He found himself in a place that seemed a mix of things both familiar and unfamiliar. Everything around him seemed to be a flow of images. Some provoked familiarity, both good and bad. Others were completely alien to him.

As these images flashed before him, he became aware of what was going on back in the physical world. He was only mildly aware of the fact that Spock's body was now mindlessly fucking his, roughly and without restraint, his own body just laying there. He was aware of the fact that his mouth was crying out, though he couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure, and the fact that Spock's fingers were still latched onto his face like they were glued there. It seemed that he would orgasm, rest for a few moments, and then continue fucking in a cycle. Spock seemed to notice his awareness of discomfort and suddenly, Jim felt the immense pleasure and relief that Spock was feeling as he slaked his lust on Jim's body. He knew he should have been shocked by the way Spock was able to control what he felt, but he was too distracted by the euphoric rush it was giving him.

He had no idea how long they stayed that way, he was so lost in the sensations he felt. He wasn't prepared when the connection suddenly broke, and he found himself back in his own body, Spock still inside him, his own cock half hard. The mess between them indicated that he had ejaculated at least once or twice while their minds were joined. He looked up at Spock, who was staring down at him, almost in awe. Very slowly, he began to move again.

Jim almost tried to pull away, incredibly sore from what had gone on while their minds were fused together. But Spock found his prostate once again, and his cock continued to harden. He resigned himself to it. Spock began to thrust faster and harder, grunting as he did so. Jim also began to gasp and groan as his own pleasure mounted once more. He summoned the energy to wrap his legs around Spock's hips and grasp at his shoulders with his hands, moving his hips in time with the thrusting. As he sped up, Spock lowered himself so that they were pressed almost completely against each other, fisting the sheets on either side of Jim's head as he stared down at him. Their eyes remained locked until Jim's squeezed shut as he came a final time with a weak cry from his hoarse throat, his arms and legs falling back to the bed. Spock followed shortly after with a growl that he muffled in the juncture of Jim's neck and shoulder.

For a moment they just lay there, shuddering through the aftershocks. Then, Spock slowly pulled slightly back. The shift in position alerted Jim to the fact that Spock's cock was finally soft inside him. His temperature was already dropping, though he was still unusually warm to the touch. Jim managed to turn his head to look at the bedside clock. He realized with a start that it was now after 5 p.m., that it had been over sixteen hours since Spock had come into the room. The mind meld (for that's what it must have been) had made him lose awareness of the passing time.

His gaze was directed back to Spock by a hand on the back of his head. Spock was just hovering there, looking somewhat uncertain. Then, very slowly, he began to close the distance between them. He paused just a scant inch away from Jim's face, and then finished his descent, touching their lips together lightly. Jim, not even thinking about it, closed his eyes and used the last bit of energy he had left to bring his right hand up to cup Spock's cheek and return the light pressure of his lips. He opened his eyes again as Spock pulled back, his cock slipping free as he did so, and moved to lie on his side. He pulled Jim so that he was also lying on his side, pressed against him with his head tucked under his chin, and wrapped his arms around him. He also hooked one of his legs over Jim's, effectively securing him in place. "Yuk-tor." He mumbled sleepily. "Yuk-tor, Jim."

Jim struggled to stay awake, wondering if he should maybe pull away or something, aware of what a mess he was, semen still leaking from his sore hole, and uncertain as to why his 'customer' was so interested in cuddling. But then, Spock began running one hand through his sweaty hair and the other up and down his back. The warmth of the body pressed against his and the soothing motions against his skin dragged him under, and he drifted off to sleep.

I kind of got my inspiration for the whole begging part from two stories on the K/S Archive: kyliselle's How High the Moon, where rejection by one bondmate has severe consequences for the other, as well as CMM's Virgin Sacrifice, where Vulcans are supposed to not be able to rape someone because they need their partner's mental consent (I highly recommend them both, by the way). I figured it wouldn't be too strange for Spock to be unable to continue without Jim being willing, what with the whole telepathic element. That, plus the fact that I just don't I have it in me to write a rape scene. I originally meant to have more happen in this chapter, but this part lasted longer than I expected.

I got my Vulcan words from the Vulcan Language Database. I didn't see anything about grammar in there, so I just guessed. Also, I had to use some words that weren't entirely accurate, like burn instead of burning. If anyone knows how it should actually be, I'd appreciate a message so I try to make it right. This is what it's meant to mean:

"So good, so tight. Cool my burning! Take my seed!" (It was actually semen, but it seems to contain the word for seed.)

"Beautiful. My beautiful mate."

"Sleep. Sleep Jim."

So, this was my first ever sex scene. Like it? Hate it? Should I never try it again? Please review and tell me!

After this, I will definitely be going back to once a week updates, otherwise the whole story will come out forced and hurried like Forty Week Window did!