"Hey, sleepy head," Kirk cooed as Spock roused from his slumber.

"Jim… what…"

"Ssshhh."

Kirk grabbed the cup of water and put it up to Spock's lips. He tipped it just enough for the liquid to run down his throat. Kirk had already eaten so that he could tend to his Vulcan.

"Jim, I still feel heat in my body. I need to—"

"I know. But you need to eat something first."

Kirk picked up a strawberry and slid it slowly into his mouth. He maneuvered it back and forth, sucking on the tip with a loud smack. He bit into the middle and let the juice flow down his chin. Spock couldn't keep himself together. He lunged forward and licked the strawberry from his jawline. He then grabbed the other wide of the strawberry with his mouth and took the other half from between Jim's lips.

"Glad Bones brought the ones with no leaves," Kirk laughed out.

"Doctor McCoy was here?"

"Yeah. I couldn't get you off of me, so I called him to bring us food and water."

"Jim, this is a delicate time for me. No outsiders should be allowed to see us."

"Firstly, it's not like we were doing it in front of Bones. Second, he knows about your Pon Farr thing and he knows about my male uterus. I think he's qualified to see us snuggling."

"Very well."

Spock reached over his mate and grabbed another strawberry. He popped it whole into his mouth and took a swig of water afterwards.

"I am now nourished."

"I would hardly call that — whoa, Spock!"

Spock shoved the plates of food away from them and straddled Kirk. The comforter was forced to the end of the bed. Kirk would normally be freezing, but his Vulcan was practically steaming from the heat of his fever. He placed his palms on the pulse points of Kirk's wrists and let his heat seep into them. He could feel Kirk's pulse beating faster and faster, his breathing becoming more ragged as Spock captured his lips forcefully. Kirk turned his head so that his neck would be fully exposed to the Vulcan. Spock kissed a line from the bottom of Kirk's ear all the way down to his collarbone. He bit down on the flesh and Kirk whimpered. He knew that was going to bruise. He ripped his wrists out from under Spock and tried to grab his shoulders for leverage, but the Vulcan pinned his hands up above his head.

"You are mine."

"I am yours, Spock. But I want to feel you."

"I must have complete control."

Kirk didn't refute the argument. Spock's eyes were dark and full of lust, and he could tell he was awake enough now that the fever had him once more. He wasn't uncomfortable, but man he wanted to feel that heated flesh underneath his fingertips.

Spock dragged his free hands down the length of Kirk's torso, ever so slowly. His lips paralleled his movements as they placed tender kisses down a straight path to his waistline. He stopped when he got to his navel. The palm moved to the center of Kirk's skin and pressed in slightly. Spock put his face over Kirk's stomach and breathed in.

"Spock, what are you doing?"

Spock didn't answer. He was completely gone. Once he finished nuzzling into Kirk, he went back up to seize his mouth once more into a feverish make-out session.

"Oh, Spock… please." Kirk huffed between kisses. "Take me… let me feel you."

"I must breed you."

"Yeah fine, whatever. Just… gah!"

Kirk's words were stopped when the Vulcan separated his thigh with his knee. His hand cupping Kirk's balls as he did so to loosen his muscles. Spock moved his hand to stroke Kirk's penis. He did not pump it, but rather drug his fingers in slow motion down his shaft. Kirk's penis was becoming hard, but wasn't there yet. That's how Spock wanted him. He let his digits move farther back and felt Kirk's arousal fluid coming from his opening. He stuck one finger in the passage. He then moved place another finger into his other entrance. He crooked that finger and nudged Kirk's prostate.

"Hahhhhh," Kirk cried out.

Spock's mouth curled into a smirk and how helpless Kirk was. He still had a hold of his wrists, and deepened the hold as he moved his fingers around both of his entrances. Kirk's legs were twitching beneath him and his head was thrown back to stare at the ceiling.

"Spock, please. Ahhh… Hngh!"

"Do you submit to me?"

"Is this not submitting?!"

Spock let go of his hold on Kirk's hands so he could sturdy his left hip. He pulled his fingers out and licked the fluid coming off of them, then place that hand on the other hip. His hands curled until they reached Kirk's inner thighs. He pushed his legs even further apart. Without warning, he plunged all the way into Kirk's entrance. Kirk cried out at the feeling of being so filled so quickly. Spock brought one hand under Kirk's neck and pulled his head to be in the crook of his own neck. He pet his hair and shushed him as he began to rock back and forth inside of his mate.

"Oh my… oh my gods, Spock," Kirk wailed into the flesh of his shoulder.

Spock's thrusts became harder. As did Kirk's cock. He knew Spock was too distracted, so he let himself come all over the both of them. They'd clean off later. Spock came almost directly after. He stayed put until he was sure all of his seed had been spent. He pulled out and Kirk gasped at being empty again. He expected Spock to lay by him, but instead he grabbed his ankles and pulled him towards the end of the bed.

"Spock?"

Spock circled Kirk's body around so that his feet faced the headboard. He proceeded to get off of the bed and pushed Kirk's butt up until it hit the wood panel. He then extended his legs to rest flat against the wall, his feet pointed in the air. Kirk tried to sit up, but Spock held his chest down.

"Stay put."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"This is more effective for insemination. No leakage."

"You gotta be kidding me."

Kirk rolled his eyes and put his hands behind his head to relax. If he was stuck like this, he was going to be comfy. Spock placed both hands on his abdomen and kissed him again.

"Would you stop touching my stomach?"

"I apologize."

Spock tore his hands off and scooped Kirk off the bed in a bridal hold. His arms hooked under his knees and shoulders. Kirk let his his head lull against Spock's shoulders. He was exhausted. Spock set him down on the bathroom floor, his body resting against the side of the tub.

"What are you doing?"

"Starting a hot bath."

"You sound coherent again. Is this really you?"

"It is really me, Jim. The fires are fading."

Kirk let out a relieved sigh. He loved all the sex, but having a silent Vulcan was honestly terrifying. Kirk found himself with his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. He looked down at it again. A louder sigh. He so hoped his biology had failed.

"Are you well, Jim? You are breathing rather deeply."

"Totally fine, Spock," Kirk said with a small smile. It wasn't very believable.

The water was ready, and Spock placed Kirk in it. He then got behind him and pulled Kirk against his chest, nuzzling into the top of his hair. He breathed in again.

"Why do you keep smelling me?"

"Pardon?"

"You inhaled next to my stomach, and now you're smelling my hair. What's up, Spock? Do I need to shower or something?"

"Quite the opposite. Your scent is most pleasing."

"Oh, alright then."

Kirk settled closer to Spock's chest. His head fell back against his shoulder, and Spock started carding his fingers through his hair. Kirk's breathing calmed and he closed his eyes in contentment. Kirk intertwined their fingers under the water. He loved feeling the electricity go through his skin when they touched.

"Spock?"

"Yes, ashaya."

"Is your Pon Farr over?"

"No completely. I no longer need to take you so harshly. Being in physical contact with you should be enough to settle it. With this being the case, please do not go far away. Not yet."

"We have medical leave for another two days. You've got me all to yourself."

Kirk tipped his head up and kissed right behind Spock's ear. He then settled his head back down and closed his eyes once more. He felt Spock move their hands to his abdomen, pulling Kirk closer to him. Spock touched Kirk's temple to his own and let out a long huff.

"You are displeased that we may have procreated."

"Why—why would you say that?"

"I can sense it, Jim. You are unhappy. I thought I had made it clear that I would only engage in this act with you if you were a willing carrier. You gave me your word."

"I'm sorry. I thought I was ready. Now that it may actually be happening, I'm not sure I want it. I'll be a spectacle, Spock. I'll have another being inside of me and everyone will stare."

"You will have me to vouch for and protect you. Doctor McCoy as well."

"That doesn't change the hurt to my pride Spock."

Spock paused for a moment before unlacing their fingers and pushing Kirk away from his body.

"What you wish to do is your choice. You know my thoughts on the matter."

With that, Spock got up from the tub and promptly dried himself off. He left the bathroom and went to sit and read in their bed. Kirk stayed in the tub with his head in his hands. Spock has trusted him fully, shown him his desires. Kirk had been allowed to see the deepest part of his soul, and he was shattering it to pieces. Spock wants a baby with him so badly. And yet he was willing to die if Kirk did not want the same. How could he do this to the man he loves?