CHP7

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Author's Note: this is the last chapter; it's a bit longer than the others. Please remember to leave a comment if you enjoyed the story!

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The sun was setting on the eighth day after Nero was sealed away when Spock felt his aura. He approached the temple slowly, Spock wasn't sure if that was because he was fascinated by the structure, or hesitant to reach the end of his journey. He trailed his fingers up the side of the tower as he drifted up, and Spock had to suppress a shiver.

Spock could feel the other god's aura pool behind his back as the god took shape. Spock kept his eyes firmly shut and remained in his meditation pose.

"Hey Spock." Jim Kirk greeted cautiously.

"Kirk" Spock responded formally.

"I uhh, wanted to apologize for um, you know, everything."

If Kirk thought he could just say "sorry for not coming to see you for eight days, I was kind of busy" and be forgiven, he was mistaken.

"Then speak your apology, so you can leave my island," Spock said in a tone that was as calm as he could make it.

Spock could feel Jim flinch before continuing, "I'm sorry that I didn't realize Nero was going to destroy his island, I'm sorry I let him escape when I first found him above his volcano, I'm sorry it took me so long to realize you were being attacked, I'm sorry that I left you after we beat Nero, and I'm very" Jim took a shaky breath, "very sorry that I ended our relationship."

The pit of anger in his stomach clawed at him. Jim was apologizing for the wrong things! Nero and his attacks weren't Jim's fault; Spock had never blamed him for that. The break up hurt, but it was the right thing to do at the time; it had been the most logical choice. Leaving Spock to seal Nero away was Jim's duty as god of gods, he had been upset at the time, but Spock understood. What Spock could not understand, nor forgive, was that it has taken Jim more than a week to come see him. Did he really mean so little to Jim?

There were a couple seconds of silence, "I understand if you hate me and can't forgive me. I just… wanted to apologize and tell you that I love you, Spock. A lot."

"If you love me, why did it take you so damn long to come see me?" That was the first time Spock had ever uttered a swear word, it felt strange coming through his lips.

"It's… hard to explain."

"Try." Spock opened his eyes, but refused to turn around.

Jim let out a sigh and collapsed onto the wooden floor, about a foot away from Spock's back. Spock could feel his warmth behind him; he was so close.

"I just… I didn't want to hear it. I mean, I can fight angry god eating Romulans, no problem, but hearing you confirm that you hate me… it terrifies me." Jim let out a shaky breath, "I'm not used to feeling so vulnerable, Spock. "

Spock took in a breath, the first breath he had taken in over a week. The air mixed with the anger that had been growing within him, turning it instead into heartbreak. Perhaps it had always been heartbreak.

"I don't hate you Jim."

"You should. I failed. I failed to protect my people, I failed to control the gods, and I failed you." Jim's voice was heavy with regret.

"You have done none of those things," Spock replied.

"Hundreds of thousands of Romulans are dead."

"They did not die because of you, they died because of Nero. Tens of thousands were saved because of you."

"I should have been able to stop Nero before he hurt his people, I should have-"

"You are selling you opponent short," Spock interrupted him, "Nero had centuries to prepare his plan, you had only minutes to stop it. You had no way of knowing."

"If I had not allowed him to block the bond-"

"He would have found another way, Kirk, to execute his plan." Spock growled. There was a minute of silence, before Jim spoke again, cautiously.

"…Why are you defending me Spock?"

"You saved my life," Spock replied as logically as he could. It wasn't exactly a lie; it also wasn't the answer to the question asked either.

"I see," Jim replied, his voice betraying nothing. Which, Spock knew, meant he was hurt by the answer.

"I love you." The words left Spock's mouth before he could stop them. They had been on the tip of his tongue since Spock had taken in a breath. He didn't want to argue anymore. Holding a grudge was tiring, Spock wasn't good at it, and he missed Jim so terribly.

There was a sharp intake of breath, "truly?"

"Truly."

Jim's hand reached out and his fingertips brushed against Spock's back. The touch sent an electric shock through Spock's entire being, he gasped. His back arced slightly.

Jim's fingertips traced his spine down a little, and then wound around to wrap itself around Spock's chest. A second hand followed. Spock shivered with pleasure as Jim moved flush against his back, only two thin layers of cloth separating the two bodies. Spock was wearing a traditional grey Vulcan robe, embroidered with ancient Vulcan symbols, held shut with a cloth belt, and black pants. Jim was wearing his normal silk golden robe with black pants; it flowed around him as if it were suspended in water.

As Jim leaned down to kiss Spock's neck, Spock let his head fall back onto Jim's shoulder. Jim placed lazy kisses along the exposed flesh, while one of his hands slipped under Spock's robes to trace lines onto Spock's chest.

Spock turned his head at the same time that Jim looked up. Their eyes met; Jim's were blue, so blue. Spock's lips met Jim's in a gentle kiss and warmth spread throughout Spock's body. Jim's golden energy brushed against Spock's, mixing slightly.

"I love you" Jim whispered, then kissed him again.

Spock brought his index and middle finger up to brush against Jim's, "I love you too, Jim, so much." Spock nuzzled himself comfortably into Jim's neck as Jim continued to trace designs on Spock's chest.

The two stayed like that for several minutes, reveling in each other's company, whispering apologies, confessions and promises in each other's ears. Then one of Jim's fingers brushed against Spock's nipple, making his gasp. He could feel his body become slightly aroused at the touch. A flash of relief passed through Spock, he had been afraid that he could never get aroused again.

Spock brought the hand not entangled in a kiss up to grasp onto Jim's hair as the other god traced the shell of Spock's ear with his tongue. Jim's thumb stroked the nipple harder now, making Spock release a soft cry. There was a nibble at the tip of Spock's ear; Spock grab onto Jim's hair harder. Spock could feel Jim getting aroused, could feel it in through buzzing of his energy, and through the bump growing against Spock's lower back.

Jim's hand moved away from Spock's erect nipple, downward. It moved down over Spock's stomach, making him shiver and gasp, then came to a stop at the cloth belt wound around Spock's hips.

A tension built within Spock as Jim's hand worked on the simple knot, tugging at it and undoing it slowly. His hand was close, so close, to where Spock wanted it. Sometimes a finger would brush over the cloth-covered bulge, and Spock would let out a cry, his back arching. It wasn't enough; Spock needed more.

Illogic swelled up within Spock, stronger that it had ever been before. Spock grit his teeth, why now? He had to suppress-

Jim opened the knot, and he pulled open the folds of the robe. Spock's chest was exposed to the cool air. "Hnn," Spock moaned through gritted teeth, both of his nipples were erect now. Spock's fingers wound around Jim's more tightly. Only a thin layer of cloth separated Spock's now half-hard cock from the cool air.

Jim's fingers curled around the edge of the black pants, the fingertips brushing lightly against Spock's member. "Ahh!" Spock cried, bucking his hips slightly. Jim started to pull the pants down slowly, while letting his tongue trace the edge of Spock's ear again.

As Jim's hand traveled lower, the power of the 47 Pon Fars within Spock grew. It was becoming too much. Spock couldn't control the rising fever and his own arousal; he let out a sob of frustration.

Spock's pants were halfway down his hips when Jim brushed against his cock, the fever surged at the feeling, and Spock leapt out of Jim's hold with a gasp, pulling his robes shut around him.

Spock took several deep breaths before he dared to turn around. Jim's pupils were blown wide, and he was blinking with surprise as he tried to understand why Spock was no longer in his arms.

"I'm sorry Jim," Spock whispered, "I'm so, so sorry, but I can't. I can't-" A sob escaped his lips.

Jim was next to him in a flash, his hands came up to cup Spock's face, and his thumb wiped away a tear. When had he started to cry?

"Shhh, Spock. It's ok. It's ok. Hush." Jim whispered soft reassurance to Spock, punctuating his words with light kisses. Sobs wracked Spock's body as tears ran down his cheeks, he grabbed onto Jim desperately.

Spock had never cried before. He had experienced sadness before, yes, but his emotions had never controlled him like this. A part of Spock knew that this was due to the fever; it was swelling up within him, infecting his very core. Most of him, however, was frustrated at himself for such weakness. He was a god! He should be able to control this!

"I…" Spock took a deep breath, quelling his sobs, "I need to meditate."

"Spock don't, please," Jim begged, pulling away slightly and making eye contact, "Don't shut me out Spock, please. Just tell me what's wrong. I can help. Please don't shut me out." Spock could feel Jim's desperation, his fear of rejection. Spock wanted, so badly, to tell Jim what was wrong, but he didn't know how. How could he possibly explain?

"Vulcan's do not Speak of it…" Spock whispered weakly.

Once of Jim's hands gripped his, and brought it toward Jim's face, "then show me."

They had never mind melded before. They shared a bond, yes, and they had communicated through that, Spock had even been into Jim's mind briefly before, but they had never truly melded. Spock had never asked to, because most psy-null species found it disconcerting.

"Are you sure?" Spock whispered. He could feel the humming of Jim's mind through his fingertips already.

"Yes."

Spock closed his eyes, spreading his fingers to the correct locations, "My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts."

Being inside Jim's mind was amazing. They were floating high in the sky. Looking down, Spock could see all sixteen islands of the federation spread out like a map below him. Above him was an endless expansion of stars. The two gods were bathed in a golden light, making it strangely bright for a night sky. Warm air hugged Spock's mental projection, inviting him in. In the distance there were clouds that shimmered with a golden light, they moved in strangely chaotic ways, as if they were alive.

"Your mind is beautiful," Spock whispered.

"This is my mind?" Jim asked, "Huh. It's bigger than I imagined."

"Have you never been inside your own mind, Jim?"

"Well sure, I've gone into my own mind to examine bonds and stuff, but not like this. This is pretty amazing." Jim looked around some more, examining himself, before turning his attention back to Spock.

He extended a hand, "No more secrets Spock, show me."

Spock reached out, placing his hand in Jim's, "No more secrets," he agreed. Spock closed his eyes and pulled the other god into his own mind. His own mindscape was a desert, en expanse of sand and heat, filled with large smooth grey boulders. There were blue designs drawn into the sand, mostly meditation circles, and glowing blue writings on the rocks.

"I will show you the secret of my people," Spock reached into his own memories and brought them forward for Jim to see, using them to help explain Pon Far. Forty-five minutes later, Spock had explained all he could about the Vulcan time of mating, it's purpose, it's consequences, how Spock helps his people deal with this terrible time of illogic, and Spock's fear of the consequences should he loose control. Spock had brought forth the fever within him to show Jim it's power, and had shown him memories of statistics. Statistics of how many Vulcans died because of their own, or someone else's, Pon Far each year. Jim had been relatively quiet throughout the explanation.

At the end of the explanation, Jim was looking at Spock incredulously. "Soo…" Jim began, "let me get this straight. Vulcans go into heat once every seven years-"

"Pon far is not 'heat'-" Spock interjected. Jim ignored him.

"and if they don't have sex, they die. So you help them by taking their sexual cravings onto yourself-"

"The Plak Tow is a blood fever, it is not simply sexual-"

"Then you spend most of your power, along with hours and hours of meditation trying suppress and dissipate all illogic and all sexual feelings, and then you wonder why you can't get aroused?"

Well if you put it that way…

"You believe that the blood fever is intimately linked to my ability to be aroused," Spock said.

"Well yeah," Jim replied nonchalantly, "it would explain why I couldn't arouse you before. And you said so yourself that you aren't as in control of the, ah, illogic within you as you normally are, so that's probably why you could get aroused."

A horrible thought occurred to Spock, "Then we can never engage in sexual intercourse."

"What? Why not?"

"Pon Far is a time of complete illogic, Jim. I cannot allow myself to be controlled by it. I would be without logic, and I could murder people, or even destroy my own island like Nero did. I cannot take that chance, Jim!" The shadows that the boulders cast grew longer, fear.

"Spock," Jim whispered, reaching out and embracing the Vulcan god. Their minds mixed, and Jim's calm washed over Spock, easing his fear. "It'll be all right, trust me."

They shared a kiss, and at some point the boundaries between one and the other blurred. They were no longer Jim and Spock, but one mind with a variety of emotions and memories.

There was guilt, for not stopping Nero soon enough, for allowing the one they loved to be hurt, and forgiveness.

There was fear, of Pon Far, of rejection, and there were reassurances that everything would be all right.

There was vulnerability, awe, heartbreak, pain, and love. So much love.

It floated around them, passed between them, and seeped into every aspect of their being. It permeated their every thought and action. It was amazing. Time passed as the merged gods allowed themselves to revel in their combined emotions and memories.

They pulled apart slowly, regaining their sense of "Spock" and "Jim". The world around them had changed. They were still in the same desert with blue markings, but they weren't rooted to the earth. Instead, they were floating several feet above the sand; the sky was full of stars and around them drifted shimmering, glowing clouds of golden mist. The clouds illuminated the dessert and concealed its landscape simultaneously, adding a sense of awe and mystery to the world.

Spock brought them out of the meld slowly. It felt not unlike waking from a pleasant dream. The two gods awoke at the top of the glass temple, under a dark and starry sky, locked in an embrace.

Jim pulled back a little, so that he could look into Spock's eyes. "Spock," he whispered, "If you don't want to have sex, that's fine. We can be together without it, but do not allow yourself to be controlled by fear."

"I do not want to hurt my people, Jim. I could not live with myself." Spock replied. He was tempted to look away with shame, but Jim's blue eyes held him captive.

"Then trust me. I won't let anything bad happen to you, I won't let you hurt anyone."

"Promise?" Spock asked, his lips a breath away from Jim's.

"I promise." Jim sealed his vow with a kiss.

Golden sparks ghosted over Spock's skin, making him shiver. Jim's hands wandered over his back, before traveling up to his shoulders and hooking two fingers under Spock's robe, tugging it free from his body. The cloth pooled at Spock's feet, leaving his chest exposed to the night air. His nipples hardened.

Jim brought up a thumb and rubbed one of the buds lightly, making Spock lean into the touch. Spock let out a soft moan, which was muffled by Jim's lips.

Reaching his hands up, Spock tugged at Jim's robes. Jim took the hint and shrugged them off his shoulders. The golden cloth drifted to the wooden floor, then expanded, covering the roof in floating silken cloth.

Jim lowered him to the ground slowly, lips never leaving Spock's. The cloth was amazingly soft but firm, and it supported him in all the right places. Jim broke the kiss, and moved his head downward, leaving a trail of kissed along Spock's neck and chest until Jim got to an erect pink bud. Pulling the right bud into him warm mouth, Jim began to lick it, and suck at it.

Spock let out a soft cry, arching his back and bringing his hands up to tangle into Jim's hair. Illogic swelled up within him again, and Spock automatically suppressed it. Jim's right hand moved up to pinch and rub at the left nipple.

Jim's energy was everywhere, covering Spock, stroking him, and occasionally tugging at his hair. It amazed Spock how Jim could just let his power wander so freely, Spock almost always kept his energy firmly within his body. He was currently using most of his power to hold back 47 Pon Fars.

Jim bit down on a hardened nipple, ceasing all of Spock's thoughts and making him release a short scream. Jim then went to lick the abused flesh in a sort of apology. The spot was more sensitive now, in released a mix of pain and pleasure that had Spock wiggling and occasionally letting out soft cries.

Within a couple minutes, Spock was panting, and wanted more. Spock mewled and pushed his hips up against Jim's warm body, making him chuckle. "Patience Spock," Jim whispered. He did, however, move his mouth over to the left (and less abused) nipple, sucking at it.

Jim shifted his body. His right hand now supported his weight, leaving his left hand to do what it wanted. And it wanted, apparently, to trail down Spock's chest and sides, leaving goose bumps along the way, down to the rim of Spock's pants.

The pants were still halfway down his hips. A finger brushed against Spock's half hard member, making him mewl. Jim hummed with approval, and nipped at Spock's nipple. Pain mixed with pleasure, causing Spock to dig his fingers into Jim's hair more tightly.

The fever flared up again. Spock knew he was supposed to let it overwhelm him, but he couldn't do it, he couldn't loose control like that. It terrified him.

"It's ok, Spock," Jim whispered into Spock's ear, abandoning his chest, "just focus on me." Spock did so. Paying attention to Jim was made easier when Jim's hands tugged Spock's pants lower, exposing his member to the cold air. As Jim removed his pants entirely, Jim's head moved downward. He left a trail of kisses down Spock's chest, before arriving at Spock's cock. At some point during Jim's descent, Spock had taken his hands out of Jim's hair and instead gripped at Jim's golden robe. Grabbing the cloth next to his head. After taking what felt like an eternity to examine it, Jim blew on the half hard member. Golden energy covered Spock's cock with incredible warmth.

Spock let out a desperate sob, closing his eyes and arching his back further. Energy pooled into his groin, making his member swell and stand to attention. Jim purred in approval.

Warm hands landed on Spock's thighs, encouraging Spock to open them. Spock did, making room for Jim to setting between them. Spock's legs were shivering. Shivering with anticipation, arousal, fear and with a barely -barely!- controlled fever. Jim settled between Spock's legs without touching him at all to examine his lover.

Spock felt so exposed to Jim's hungry gaze, and he wondered what it was that the god of gods was looking it. Spock's head was thrown back; his eyes almost entirely closed and mouth open as he panted. His hands had come up to grip the cloth next to his head desperately; his nipples were hardened and slightly bruised. His cock was erect and throbbing; his legs were spread and shaking, his toes curled. Spock's energy hummed with excitement, his skin was beginning to glow with blue light, and every nerve in his body was waiting, desperately, to be touched. The fever was an inch away from overwhelming him.

There was a light brush against Spock's entrance, which sent a jolt of excitement through his body. Spock cried out, and he could feel his entrance twitch. He needed to control…

"Tell me Spock," Jim whispered as one of his fingers circled the bud softly, "what, exactly, do you want me to do?" Spock wondered vaguely if Jim was trying to distract him from controlling the fever.

Spock bucked his hips, trying to get more contact. Jim pulled his finger away, making Spock whine. Opening his eyes, Spock saw that Jim was looking at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"Sex," Spock answered with a growl, wasn't that obvious?

Amusement flickered over Jim's features, "you're going to have to be more specific than that, love."

"I want… want you i-inside me," Spock panted.

"Go on…" Jim encouraged, his fingertip brushing over Spock's entrance again.

"I-I want to be able to feel you move-ah!" Spock cried out and arched his back as the tip of Jim's finger, slick with some kind of oil, pushed into him. "I want you-" Spock panted for breath, "deep, deep inside me-Hnn…" Jim pushed his finger in to the second knuckle, "deeper, deeper Jim. I want- I need-" Jim pushed the finger all the way in, making Spock cry out.

Spock bucked his hips a couple times, panting, trying to get used to the feeling of Jim inside him. Jim's energy was amazing. It was only a finger, but already golden power was filling Spock, mixing with his blue power in an extremely pleasurable way. It had been so long since they had last done this.

A second finger brushed against Spock's entrance, making him mewl. "Is that it?" Jim asked, the heat in his tone suggested that no, that wasn't it.

"More," Spock begged, "I need more, Jim." The second finger was now covered in oil as well, tracing wet trails right below Spock's balls. Spock spread his legs a little further. "I want you to stretch me wider-ahhh!" the second finger pushed through the ring of muscle, but only just. Jim wiggled his fingers slightly.

"Hnn… Jim," Spock moaned, "m-more. Jim, please. I- more- I need more." Jim pushed the second finger all the way inside, and twisted the fingers around a bit, Spock whimpered.

Jim's fingers started to move, thrusting in and out, in and out, stretching him a little wider every time. Spock cried out or moaned at every thrust, and panted at every retreat; he was bucking his hips up to meet Jim's finger, wanting more, deeper. In and out, in and out. Ahh!-hnn-Ahh!-haa…

The fingers brushed against something good, a bundle of nerves that sent pleasure shooting through Spock's body like lightning. Spock screamed with pleasure; a scream that turned into a sob as Spock struggled to contain the burning fever of illogic that had surged at the feeling. The fever wanted to break free, but Spock couldn't, couldn't-

"Let go Spock," Jim whispered in his ear. Jim was pressing up against him, chest to chest, his fingers slipped out of Spock's ass. Spock wanted to complain at the loss, but his mind was too focused on holding back the storm of illogic.

"Can't-can't-" Spock sobbed. He was beyond the point of no return, but he couldn't allow himself to be consumed by the fever.

Jim silenced him with his lips; the kiss was both reassuring and terrifying. Spock let go of the silken cloth to wrap his hands around Jim's shoulders, holding on tightly. "I've got you Spock," Jim whispered, his blue eyes staring deep into Spock's brown ones, "I won't let anything happen to you." Something other than Jim's fingers lined up with Spock's twitching entrance. Spock's entrance opened and closed, desperate to have something, anything, inside it again. "Let go," Jim said again, and pushed the head of his cock into Spock's waiting hole.

Spock threw his head back with a cry, letting go of the last vestiges of control to succumb to illogic. The fever burned through his mind and through his blood, setting his skin alight with blue fire. His cock twitched as pre-cum leaked out, and his legs wrapped themselves around Jim's waist.

Jim was waiting for Spock to adjust, unmoving. Spock's fingers dug into the back of the god above him. Jim's cock was stretching him so wide that his ass ached, but the fever burned with need, and their energies were intertwined so deeply. Spock panted. Words escaped him.

"You're so beautiful Spock," Jim purred. Spock leaned forward to lick Jim's neck, then bit down, making the other god hum with approval. Spock rutted his hips, wanting more. Jim obliged him by pushing himself in deeper.

Spock let out a cry then bit down again. Too fast! Jim groaned, but stopped pushing in. Spock nipped at Jim's lips, who returned the kiss with glee. Spock quickly broke the kiss with a soft whine. Jim wasn't moving at all!

"So bossy," Jim chided, amusement slipping through their bond. One of his hands found Spock's hips, the other gripped Spock's shoulder. With a sudden twist, Jim turned them around so Spock was lying atop of Jim. The Vulcan god's shaking legs were on both sides of Jim's hips, suspending him halfway down Jim's member. One of Jim's hands moved to cup Spock's ass, the other rested on one of Spock's thighs, guiding his movements.

Spock sat up slowly, his hands pressed firmly onto Jim's chest. Jim purred with approval, thrusting his hips up slightly. The hard staff within him was thrust deeper, making Spock cry out, his fever roared with lust.

Spock panted for several seconds, trying to catch his breath, before wiggling his hips experimentally. Jim moaned with approval, making Spock's breath catch. He did it again, to the same result. Spock's legs were still shaking; they ached trying to support his weight. He lowered himself down slowly, feeling Jim's cock move deeper and deeper. He was full, so full, but he wasn't all the way down yet. How could he possibly go any further?

Jim thrust his hips up, pushing himself in to the sheath. Spock's head fell back as he cried out, his nails digging into Jim's chest. So deep! So full! His breath hitched, and his energy pushed itself to the surface, making room for Jim and all his glory.

"Jim," Spock cried, "Jim."

"I'm here Spock," Jim panted, gripping Spock's thigh a little harder, "I'm right here."

Spock leaned forward, intending to kiss Jim, or lick him, or bite him; Spock wasn't sure which. The fever desired each equally. Leaning forward, however, caused the hard cock inside him to shift, pressing firmly against that spot. That spot that made Spock cry out and his toes curl as please wracked his body. His cock leaked pre-cum onto Jim's stomach, and Spock forgot about biting or licking or kissing in favor of pushing himself up with quivering legs and thrusting himself back down again, hitting that spot again and sending shocks of pleasure reverberating through his body.

Spock started thrusting himself up and down Jim's cock, panting and mewling and moaning at each movement. His fingers were pressing into Jim's broad chest, his legs still shaking. Jim was also panting, interspersed with some moans. One of his hands was guiding Spock's hips up and down upon his shaft, the other hand firmly gripping Spock's soft ass.

Spock rode Jim hard, and erratically. He would start to get a rhythm going, but then Jim would break it by thrusting up hard and fast at unpredictable moments, making Spock cry out in pleasure and need.

"Jim," Spock cried, he was so close, so close.

Jim removed his hand from Spock's soft cheek with a light squeeze, making Spock wiggle slightly as he descended upon Jim's cock once more. He brought the hand forward to wrap around Spock's weeping, neglected member. Spock moaned at the feeling. His fever swelled with need, his power roared in his ears, and the flames on his skin flared. It only took one more thrust of Jim's hips and squeeze of his hand to push Spock over the edge.

A scream was ripped from Spock's lips as his cum erupted out onto Jim's chest. His fever broke and his power burst beyond the border of his skin, exploding out in a flaming blue sphere. The sphere expanded outward, lighting up the night sky.

He felt himself clench around Jim's member, pulling the other god's climax from him as well. Jim came with a moan, spilling his seed deep inside of his lover. His own golden energy whirled around the two gods in a condensed storm.

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Spock came down from his high slowly. His body and godly power were still humming with pleasure, and his mind was clouded with euphoria. Jim moved slowly, first he lifted Spock off of him, causing Sock to float, dazed and contented a distance above his lover. Then Jim tugging Spock back down, so the two were lying side by side.

Every time Spock moved, he could feel Jim's seeds deep within him; it was a strange thing to fixate on, but Spock enjoyed the idea of having a part of Jim still in him. He turned to face his lover, and nuzzled a bit closer. Jim purred with approval, a soft contented growl.

Their eyes met. Spock loved Jim's eyes. The irises were so blue, a purer blue than any mortal's could ever be. Now, however, the irises were almost entirely taken over by his dark pupils in post-coital bliss. Jim pressed their noses together as Spock slipped his hand into Jim's, rubbing their fore and middle finger together, and sending a wave of lazy power drifting through Spock's body. Jim purred again.

They lay in each other's arms for a while; breathing and cuddling as their minds slowly regained their ability to function.

After Spock had regained some of his senses, he closed his eyes and wandered into his mind to find the connections he shared with his people. The connections had been created when Spock took their Pon Far's from them. The blood fevers were sated, the illogic quelled. Spock let the minds of his people go, releasing the connections.

He opened his eyes again to return Jim's lazy stare. They shared a slow, soft kiss, a simple brushing of the lips, no more. The two gods remained entwined for over an hours, breathing, kissing, whispering sweet nothings, and in Jim's case occasionally purring.

"Jim?" Spock whispered so as not to disturb the atmosphere.

"Hmm?"

"Are you always so placid after sexual intercourse?"

"Hmm…" Jim responded, rubbing their noses together gently. Spock could get used to that.

Finally, when Spock's mind, logic and senses had fully returned to him, Spock called upon his clothes. His godly robes formed around him, creating a layer between his power and Jim's. Jim wrapped an arm around him and whined. In return, Spock nipped at his nose and sat up slowly.

He felt calmer, and more relaxed than he had in almost a year. As if a great weight had been lifted from him. Spock took in a deep breath, feeling the night air of Vulcan.

Jim sat up next to him, fully clothed, and blinking away his post-coital drowsiness. The golden cloth covering the temple top had, however, not disappeared. Spock raised an eyebrow.

"You burned your roof," Jim murmured lazily in response. Spock blinked. He must have burned it when his power had exploded outward. How far down had the flames gone?

"Relax," Jim yawned, "I set up a barrier between us and your people before we started. I promised you I wouldn't let you hurt anyone, didn't I?"

Spock rubbed his fingertips against Jim's in a Vulcan kiss, and Jim smiled.

The sun started to rise, sending it's first golden rays leaping through the blue sky. The glass in the temple caught some of the morning light, making the entire structure glisten. The two lovers watched the sunrise together, their fingers intertwined.

"Jim?"

"Yeah Spock?"

"Promise me you will never again attempt to terminate our romantic relationship."

"Promise," Jim replied, leaning over seal his vow with a kiss.

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