Chapter Five

The walk to the mess was short and amiable as Jim allowed himself to pleasure of basking in the glow of their bond. Spock seemed to be letting his control slip a little and Jim couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of completeness that coursed through him at knowing there was another being so irrevocably attached to him. As they finally entered the mess hall, Jim could feel Spock's shock at the streamers, and decorations covering the usual stark clinical whiteness of the room. Nyota was the first to run up and greet them throwing her arms around Jim's neck and giving him a big hug.

"I'm very proud of you for wanting to surprise Spock." She said cheerfully.

"Spock, you're one of my best friends and I am beyond happy to see you settled with our idiotic Captain. Lord knows someone has to keep him in line."

Spock merely nodded before turning to loon at Jim his eye brow raised in quizzical scrutiny. "What?" Jim asked. "Can't a guy do something nice for his husband? Is it a crime or something?" He couldn't keep the grin off his face as he asked, knowing full well Spock was beyond pleased by the proceedings. Damn, there is something to be said about a pregnant Spock. He is so much more laid back. I could really get used to this. Jim couldn't help thinking that Spock was far happier and far less irritable recently and he could only attribute it to the healthy growth of their child.

Soon the festivities were in full swing, and nearly the entire crew managed some how or other to come by and congratulate the newly weds. The train of well wishers continued through and Spock finally began to feel a bit of exasperation.

"How much longer must we stand here?" He asked.

Jim leaned forward and whispered. "Just a few more minutes," he replied. After Spock had enough, Nyota stepped and spoke once more. "Jim," she paused and smiled, "Spock, we are so fortunate to have the two of you as our commanding officers and especially as our friends. But, more than that we are blessed to know that two of the people we love the most could find love together."

Spock felt a measure of sadness as her listened to Nyota speak knowing how wrong she truly was. Though he loved Jim more than words could express in any language, the knowledge that his bondmate didn't or rather couldn't express the same to him was always devastating to think about. How I love thee Thy'la, he sighed despondently. Always the picture of quiet control Spock let none of his emotions out on display. He did forget, however, that his control over the bond had been slipping all day causing him to broadcast all of those feelings like a shortwave radio right into his lover's mind.

Unable to understand the wave of conflicting emotion that swept over him through the bond, Jim slipped an arm around Spock's waist and held him close. Jim hugged him to his side trying with everything he could to silently tell Spock that it would be okay, they would make it through somehow and that life was going to go the right way one day. As they both agonized over the feelings floating around inside their mindscape, Scotty slipped in next to them with a grin on his face that Jim was certain only ever showed up after quite a bit of high quality hooch. With two glasses of scotch his hands, Scotty offered the first to Jim before turning to Spock and offering him the other.

"Congrats, Cap'n….Mr. Spock," Scotty grinned. "Cann'ae say I wasn'ae expectin' it though. "

Spock politely declined the offered alcohol, "No thank you, I cannot imbibe at this time."

"Come on Commander, it's your reception," Chekov piped in. "It's okay to let loose every once in a while."

Spock nodded. "While that may have some merit, due to my present condition, and the mixture of my human and Vulcan physiology I cannot partake of alcoholic beverages without risking the health and development of my offspring."

The only sound in the room was Bone's spitting a mouth full of booze all over Christine Chapel who unfortunately chose that moment to turn around and look at her superior. Nyota however dropped her champagne and with a whoop of joy ran across the room to envelop Spock in a huge hug despite his distaste at such physical contact with one other than his bond mate.

"Way to let the cat out of the bag, babe," Jim muttered next to him.

Spock cocked his eyebrow in confusion. "I fail to see any correlation to felines and the impending birth of our child."

Jim rolled his eyes in exasperation. "It's an Earth expression."

Nodding his understanding, Spock turned to leave. "I believe I have had enough interaction for one evening, I will take my leave. Please stay as long as you like, Jim." He told his husband, though secretly hoping Jim would follow him soon after.

Jim shook his head. "Thanks for the party guys, but I think I'd better make sure my hubby gets to bed in one piece."

A whoop of cheers, catcalls, and wolf whistles broke out in the mess hall as Jim made his exit. By the time Jim made it to their quarters, Spock was already changed into a pair of silken pants his body turned slightly to the side, making the ever increasing bulge in his midsection visible to Jim completely. He could not control the overwhelming feeling of awe to flooded his body at seeing Spock so exposed to him, and knowing that the only change in Spock's flawless physique was the growth of their child. That one precious creature that was a perfect fusion of his beloved first officer and himself, meant more to Jim than he ever thought possible.

In that moment, Jim could not imagine doing anything to hurt his husband or their child. His childhood had been hell, with the loss of his father, the introduction of his distastefully unpleasant step-father Frank and his experiences on Tarsus, but Jim swore to himself with every ounce of strength and will in his body that nothing was going to happen to this child. No one would ever hurt this precious little being cradled safely next to his love's heart. Love! The world bounced into his mind unbidden, but Jim couldn't think of anything more appropriate. Could it be possible to love someone so soon, after having been so contrary to one another before? Sure we had our fights and stuff, but Spock is unbelievably attractive, strong, generous, moral to a fault, and filled to the core with an overwhelming love for family; He thought. Jim was pulled out of his inner monologue by Spock's rich voice.

"Jim, it was foolish for me to tell the crew of child so soon, please forgive my lack of discretion." He murmured.

Jim shook his head with a soft and indulgent smile on his lips. "I'm not worried. I think they just got another to believe I'm a total stud. So if anything we've helped crew morale." He grinned impishly.

His husband gave him the Vulcan equivalent of an exasperated sigh and roll of the eyes before moving toward the bed to turn down his silken covers. Spock couldn't help but smile in contentment at Jim's easy acceptance of Spock's place in his quarters, or the indulgences that Spock allowed himself. As he reached forward, Spock was shocked to feel arms come around him and hands find a home on his distended belly.

"Spock, no matter what happens," Jim murmured against his neck, "Never doubt that I you and this baby mean worlds to me." With a soft kiss to the side of his neck Jim hugged him close for a moment before releasing Spock and walking toward the bathroom to shower.

While moving into Jim's quarters proved to be relatively simple as Spock only possessed a meager amount of personal possessions. Spending such a long time with him, however, proved to be far more difficult when Spock was constantly rolling about in turmoil over whether Jim Kirk was capable of loving him or not. Oh he knew his Thy'la cared for him as one would a beloved friend, but Spock needed more than that. His Katra called out for Jim, and Spock knew that he would only ever love this man who had hijacked his life. In the past few days they had settled into a familiar pattern that did not deviate no matter what they were doing. Whether Spock was simply meditating on the floor, while Jim filled out paper work, or they were sliding into bed for the evening, they both settled down backs facing the opposite wall and waited patiently for the other to fall asleep. The first day he woke up in Jim's arms, however, Spock thought he would faint at the shock of being held so intimately. They were wrapped around each other, Spock's back pressed against Jim's front, their legs intertwined. Jim had one arm underneath his lover pressed against Spock's heart. The warmth of his husband's arms around him, the other hand splayed intimately over Spock's abdomen made his mind buzz with heady sensations. This situation, Spock knew, would be forever etched into his memory. He pressed himself a bit deeper into Jim's embrace, though he was unsure if it was because he was worried someone might suddenly come in and see his foolishly illogical behavior, or whether he simply wanted to be closer to his beloved human.

Jim didn't seem to mind, and, in fact, Spock felt him move his body a bit closer to him as well. They lay there silently for what seemed like hours, though it must have only been fifteen minutes, and the Vulcan was completely unable to fall asleep. Spock shifted his head, an odd sense of being watched coming over him, and he paused for a moment, pressing his ear to his Thy'la's chest and listening to the beat of Jim's heart. The coolness of Jim's smooth skin woke him a bit more as he basked in the comforting sound of each strong and steady beat. Jim felt the movement and passed it off as a normal shift of the other man, but when Spock didn't put his head back down, Jim turned his own, wondering.

Before Jim could say anything Spock sat up and slipped from the bed. He had no control over his will to stare at the perfection of Spock's body. Jim was certain he would not be the only one to see the growing bulge to Spock's abdomen even though his husband was only two and a half months pregnant. Now that the crew knew of their impending parenthood, Jim was certain they would be watching his husband curiously. While Spock assured him all the time that Vulcan pregnancies are only six month's long naturally, he cannot help but be awed by the changes in the other man's body and knew the others would feel that way as well. Though they have yet to work out the kinks in their relationship, if we even have one, he reminds himself—Jim cannot hide the apprehensive joy he feels when he thinks about their child.

"Spock, do you think we are having a girl or a boy?"

His lover turned from where he was currently lighting candles around the room to answer. "I believe we will know in approximately 12.4 days when I have my next scan with Dr. McCoy." Spock replied. "Do you have a preference?"

"Naw," Jim said sitting up and slipping from the bed to stand in just his black boxer briefs. "I wouldn't mind a little girl though, I always heard that our kids are worse than us, so I figure a little girl wouldn't near as much damage as a little Jimmy Jr." He chuckled.

"Vulcan children are not prone to willful acts of disobedience, I highly doubt that we will encounter anything to difficult form our child." Spock told him matter-of-factly.

Jim guffawed, before walking up behind Spock and placing a kiss between his shoulder blades, "Babe, you are seriously underestimating the effects of Kirk DNA."

Spock shivered from the combination of Jim's kiss and the coolness of his husbands lips on his skin.

"Jim," Spock spoke, turning in his husband's arms. "We have shore leave in two weeks, where were you planning to go, and am I to accompany you?"

The blond looked shocked at Spock's question. "You know, I hadn't even thought about it, but I suppose we could go to Riverside, I've been meaning to visit my mom for a while now. I guess you should meet her too, since we're sorta married and all." The Vulcan nodded his assent and ran the tips of his fingers over Jim's arms, scanning the surface of his thoughts for feelings of regret, disapproval or other unpleasant feelings, but all he found was happiness and the undercurrents of lust and desire. As he shifted closer to his husband Spock felt the jut of Jim's thick erection press against his belly and Jim turned pink in embarrassment.

"I guess I'd better head to the shower and take care of little Jimmy," He joked before releasing Spock from his embrace.

"That is illogical." Spock muttered. Jim cocked his head in confusion. "That is to say, I am your husband and it is my responsibility to see to your needs, Jim. I would not be opposed to intimate interactions with you, as we are bonded, and we both find one another to be aesthetically pleasing."

The peel of laughter that spilled from Jim was almost infectious. "You know that's the most logical request for sex I've ever heard."

Spock blushed green to the tips of his ears, before Jim pulled his face down into a fierce kiss. "I'm glad you agree. Will you then please resume kissing me?"

And what is one to do in a situation such as this besides giving Spock exactly what he wants? So Jim continued kissing him. He pushed his tongue into his husband's mouth. Merciful Surak, Spock thought, how can one person be so talented with their tongue? Jim began to circle Spock's tongue with his own before licking the squirming Vulcan's lower lip and gently taking it between his teeth. They kept on like that for what felt like an eternity until Jim pressed his thigh down where it rested between Spock's legs. His needy partner couldn't help but thrust up into the pressure, and his in barely restrained ecstasy.

"How do you know how to use every appendage so well?" Spock breathed into Jim's mouth.

"Practice," Jim grudgingly admitted, "and a lot of me fantasizing about how I can turn you on," Jim replied, his voice having gone deeper.

"You…oh," Spock moaned when Jim pressed against him again and the last vestiges of his Vulcan restraint left him, "you think about that?"

"Pretty much every night."

Jim craned his neck down and started sucking on a tender part of Spock's collarbone while his palms ran teasingly over his lover's exposed chest. "I want to give you one. Will you let me?"

"Give me what?"

"A hickey."

"Oh! Uh…yes. But…not there. It would be inappropriate to mark me so noticeably where the crew could see. You may do it somewhere less…noticeable."

"Pick a spot," Jim murmured huskily. He continued his exploration of Spock's neck with his tongue, licking and kissing. He licked a straight line up to Spock's ear and nibbled on the sexy little point as he had fantasized about no less than an hour before.

"Jim…ngh... Thy'la…"

"What does that mean?" Jim whispered into Spock ear as he licked the shell of it. He gripped Spock's hip with one of his hand and stroked at the hip bone he could feel through his thin pajama pants. "So where can I suck you?"

Oh that wasn't the phrasing Spock was really expecting because now as he combined that sentence with his pregnancy hormones, the fact that Jim was doing panting erotically in his ear again, and now using his warm, wet tongue as well, Spock's cock twitched a bit. Because really, where else would he want him to suck? Even Vulcan's have needs, he told himself.

"I can't give you a hickey on your cock, Spock, it might hurt."

"I am aware of that Jim…I just…cannot think coherently when…" Spock's voice trailed off in a moan. "When you are doing inappropriate things to my ear," Spock tried to explain in short, breathy gasps. He greatly regretted saying anything because Jim stopped worshipping his ear with teeth and tongue pulling away completely.

"Thy'la…"

"You have to tell me where, first," Jim said with a crooked little smile. And maybe it was just the fact that he felt Jim's thumb pressed to his hip bone, but he put his hand over that same thumb and said, "Here. Right here." Jim's smile widened and he bent down once more to breathe into Spock's ear. "Anything you want Commander."

Spock's eyes widened at the authority in Jim's voice coupled with the use of his rank making him harden to an unbearable degree almost immediately.

"Shit, Spock, you're so…so fucking beautiful," Jim said in between the wet kisses he was bestowing on Spock's pale, flawless chest. "I just…I can't get enough…"

Spock really didn't know what to say to that, but he did let out a rather loud moan when Jim tongued his nipple and brought it into his mouth and scraped his teeth around it. He'd never really thought of nipples in the sex context, he sort of thought that bit of pleasure was reserved for girls. He was glad to be wrong. Jim paid the same attention to his other nipple, bringing it to peak. Then he moved his lips to the center of Spock's chest and licked one straight, slow, warm line all the way down to the waistband of his pajama bottoms. And then he blew cold air along that same line which Spock didn't think would ever be a good idea except for the fact that it felt amazing.

Jim pressed one hand to the center of Spock's chest while he pulled the band of the bottoms down just to the point where he could see Spock's hip bone jutting out. He licked it once with his tongue and then, right where the hip bone went from bone hard to muscled flesh, he began sucking. He was sucking and biting and Spock was trying not to writhe beneath him because that felt really good and he was pretty sure that Jim could feel Spock's erection pressing against his chin from the angle he was at. But he just kept sucking. As he continued this, Jim slid a cool hand up to caress the soft swell of their child resting comfortable between Spock's pointed hipbones. The oral attention Jim lavished upon Spock was almost painful, but it was the exciting kind of painful and Spock could do nothing but clutch at the hand Jim had left on his chest. He'd never had anyone's mouth so close to his cock before. At least not that he could recall clearly.

Jim finally pulled away but in his wake he had left a perfectly bruised hip bone. For some reason, the sight of it really seemed to turn Jim on and when Spock looked down he understood why. The blond had left an imprint on Spock, claiming him as his own. And no matter what any one tried to say otherwise, people were possessive. It didn't scare Spock, in fact the primal part of his nature purred in contentment. It was, if he were to describe it, immeasurably pleasing. He liked that Jim left a mark of ownership there. Knowing that the bruise would certainly remain for the next 3.2 days, he would bask in the knowledge that he would be walking around with a bruise from Jim's mouth on his hip.

But Jim didn't move up to lie beside Spock again. He kept planting little kisses below Spock's belly button, all at the edge of his silky pajama bottoms. And Spock knew that if Jim didn't feel his erection pressing against his neck and jaw before, he certainly did now.

"I want to suck you off," Jim said plainly, still kissing his stomach and whispering little words of love to their child, before casting his eyes up to lock questioningly with Spock's.

Spock shoved every thought aside. He would not allow himself to analyze the logic, or lack thereof at this moment. The desire to engage in oral sex with Jim was of the utmost import, and he would not be preempted by his own fears. "I will not deny you that desire," Spock whispered because he desperately wanted his precious Thy'la to make love to him in anyway possible. Jim smiled and kissed the gentle swell of his stomach one last time before reaching to Spock's side and gripping the pajama bottoms.

"Lift your hips."

Spock obeyed and lifted his hips just enough to where Jim could use his hands to slide them down. When they got caught on Spock's erection, Jim used his freaking teeth to lift them up over and down it. He started to squirm a little bit because Jim was just sort of there…staring. He was just looking at it. The Vulcan knew his penis was not completely shaped like a normal humans would be with the green tint, overly flared head, and the three thick ridges contour his manhood and he was starting to become a little self conscious. Still he was very, very hard. He could feel Jim's warm breath on him and it was driving him mad.

"You're so beautiful," Jim said again. Spock sighed in relief when Jim nuzzled his face into the crook of his leg. His lover began kissing and licking at his thigh. He felt Jim grip his hips tightly.

"Try not to…just…try to not move too much."

Spock immediately realized the reason for Jim's tight grip when Jim took him in his mouth. All he wanted to do was thrust into the silky wet cavern around him. If he thought Jim's hand on him was immeasurably pleasing, he really did NOT know what was in store for him because this experience could not be described in Standard. Jim was moving his mouth up and down, occasionally letting his tongue roll around the flared head. He pressed his tongue hard on that one little spot on the underside between the head and the first ridge causing Spock to writhe in agonizing pleasure trying to thrust his hips up again. Fortunately for him, his firm grip held those wriggling hips in place. Spock was making little noises in the back of his throat and his breath was coming in short gasps. Jim pulled his head away and Spock was a bit confused until Jim licked one of his hands, really licked it, to make it slick and wrapped it around the base of Spock's cock. But why did he–oh. Spock was nearly mindless in sensations. Jim put his mouth around Spock, swallowing him down as far as he could, but the bit he couldn't fit in his mouth was in his warm, slick hand. And when he began moving again his hand followed his mouth so the entirety of Spock's cock was surrounded in soft wet heat. Spock's hands instantly reached for Jim's psi-points. He wasn't trying to force a meld, but he needed to taste Jim's mind, to feel his lover's Katra pulsing with all the emotions he knew would normally be forbidden to him. Thy'la, please open yourself to me, show me that I am not alone, that my soul longs for yours as you long for mine.

"Jim, Thy'la…I feel…I am close…ngh…"

Spock thought he should warn Jim of his impending orgasm, but Jim didn't stop or pull away. He sped up his pace. His hand matched the speed of his mouth and oh sweet merciful Surak, Jim reached down with his other hand to cup his balls and that was it. Spock whined in ecstatic pleasure and he was gone white hot streams of his ejaculate spewing forth.

He didn't remember anything after that until he opened his eyes and Jim wasn't between his legs anymore. He was sitting at his side and he had pulled the blankets over Spock and was now stroking the other man's hair away from his face.

"I don't deserve you." Jim whispered before placing a soft kiss to Spock's slack lips.

A/N: So it's been too long. But, I have been extremely busy. I teach full time, run our theater program, and I'm in charge of the spring production so between teaching, directing the play, and everything else in life, writing is getting pushed aside. In lieu of that fact, I have updated and given you a bit of unexpected Spock and Jim action. I hope you liked it.

Hugs,

Ink