His body had been on fire, the heat threatening to consume him from the inside out. Moaning, Jim shifted beneath the hard, hot body above him, gasping when those long, pale fingers moved over his skin. He wasn't sure why or how this was happening but it was and he didn't want it to stop. Arching up, Jim shivered at the soft, butterfly touches, the warm, tender kisses pressed against his over heated skin. He couldn't help the restless way his body moved, couldn't understand the reverence behind the actions of the other, the emotions pouring through him...they were almost crippling. The fact that Spock felt the same way, wanted the same thing as he wanted! Jim gasped as he felt a small puff of air against his right hip.

"You think to much, Ashayam." A deep voice echoed in his head. The words were soft, sounding almost amused.

"I can't help it, I never thought...do you, uh, do you really want this?" Jim looked down at the man beside him, watching as he slowly moved up his body.

"Yes, Jim, as much as I want you." Spock gave him a small nod, his fingers trailing up the tan skin beneath him.

Jim couldn't help grinning as he stretched out his sore body. Groaning, he turned his head, his gaze meeting the dark one of Spock. "Are you sure, I mean, I know what you told me they did to you but now that it's out of your system...are you really sure?"

Spock gave Jim a small smile. "It is what I desire as well, Jim." He reached out and ran a hand gently over Jim's stomach. He enjoyed the feel of the soft skin flexing beneath his fingers. "I...apologize...Jim, if I hurt you in anyway. I was unable to..." Spock paused, uncertain of how to express how he currently felt. "What ever they injected us with, it seemed to have an adverse affect on me. Forcing me into my time earlier than expected." He could feel the flush moving down from his ears to his face then lower.

"You said it was your, uh, pon farr? The, uh, the mating ritual for Vulcans, right?" Jim tried to hold the dark gaze, felt the other's embarrassment and trepidation. "Spock, what is it, what's wrong?"

"It is not something we speak of with outsiders." Spock said softly. He stared into the blue eyes of the man lying next to him, struggling with the guilt of what he'd done and trying to suppress his desire for more. More of the hard, tan body next to him, more of the laughter, the moans, and soft sighs that left Jim's mouth. Spock wanted more than what he had been given. He wanted Jim to offer himself to him, to be willing to join with him in every way possible. "It is a side of my people that we do not wish for others to know of. It is called the Time of Madness, when our minds are taken over by a blood fever. The desire to conquer and mate is strongest during this time, it is part of the reason why..." Spock broke off, aware that he'd almost admitted his feelings to Jim. He wanted to, desperately, however, to tell this man...this single, one man how he felt. How he dreamed of having Jim in bed with him, lying next to him and doing nothing more than talking. Or just watching him sleep, that would please Spock as well.

"Why what, Spock? Why'd you stop talking?" Jim looked the other over. Trying to figure out what Spock wasn't telling him.

"It is of no consequence, Jim." Spock leaned forward, brushing his lips against Jim's gently. "There are more important issues at hand."

Jim sighed, nodding his head. He was still coming down from his orgasmic high and focusing was difficult but not impossible. "We have to get the others and get away from here." Jim spoke softly, unsure how much of their conversation could be heard.

"They can only hear what we allow them, Ashayam." Spock spoke softly, his gaze never leaving Jim's face.

Jim nodded, turning over on his side, he studied the silent man in front of him. "Why me, Spock, why would they pick me to go through this with you? It's not like we really get along all that well and I'm pretty sure that you and Nyota..."

"We are no longer together, Jim. We ended our romantic association three and a half months ago. She expressed an interest in Mr. Scott and I did not wish to hold her back from that." Spock looked down, aware that in the time he and Nyota had stopped their romantic involvement, he'd spent more and more time with his captain. It hadn't been lost on him that he was attracted to the exuberant blond. The energy Jim gave off, the confidence, and unselfish desire to take care of his crew made him a worthy mate for Spock. It wasn't until the fight with Khan and then losing Jim, had Spock realized that he wanted more. More than just a few late night chess games after shift. He wanted more than to just be able to watch Jim from a distance, to listen to him joke and laugh with others, wondering if he would ever be included. There were times when Spock wondered if Jim knew or could feel how he felt for him. He would catch the ocean blue gaze watching him, the look in his eyes was one of confusion and something else. Something Spock didn't want to admit to seeing but would admit to feeling himself.

Jim raised up to look at Spock fully. "Oh, uh, ok I'm sorry? I mean, I didn't know a-and I'm sorry if it was difficult to deal with." Jim tried to control his racing heart. If Spock and Uhura were no longer together, did that mean he had a chance now? Was it possible that after this, he and Spock could try and...

"We can do anything you wish, Ashayam." Spock sat up, pulling Jim towards him. He growled low when Jim opened his legs to him, sliding over Spock's heated body in eager pleasure. "W-we can do that again as well but are you not sore, Jim? I do not wish..." Spock arched up as Jim sent him a mental image from earlier. Groaning low in his throat, Spock gripped the hips above his. "A-as you wish, Ashayam."

Jim grinned down at the pale man beneath him. Loving the way his breath hitched as Jim moved over him. He straddled him, eager for more of their earlier activities. He could remember the feel of Spock inside him, the hard thrust of his hips, the feel of his mouth and hands moving all over his body. "I wish for us to be able to relax for a few. T-to enjoy..." Jim drifted off as he felt Spock pressing at his entrance. Groaning, he pressed back, slowly sheathing the hard member. "Spock..." Jim panted. "W-we can talk about...oh fuck...us, later...god, right there..." He leaned forward, his hands pressed against Spock's chest as he lowered his hips in time with Spock's thrusts. Jim let his head fall forward as a moan rose in his throat. His eyes drifted closed and he let his mind drift on the sensations running through him.

Spock held Jim tighter, his hips moving counter to the thrusting ones above him. Trying to control the urge to meld with Jim again, Spock moved his hands down Jim's back, loving the feel of the rippling muscles there, the way they flexed beneath his touch as he gripped Jim tightly. He fought the urge to slid them back up, to press his fingers against Jim's meld points. When Jim pressed down, Spock groaned, his gaze moving back to Jim's face surprised at the intensity of the blue gaze.

"Y-you want to meld us again?" Jim gasped, as he looked down at Spock. "I-I don't mind, Spock." Jim could feel Spock's desires from his touch. Could feel his need to join them in every way possible. Then his hesitation... "Spock?"

"This is not something you have to...if this is not what you wish Jim..." Spock could feel his blood heating at the thought of being part of Jim. Of being able to join them in all ways possible again.

Jim grinned down at Spock. "You know, you sure are uncertain, Commander. Usually you're so...logical...about things." Jim growled low near Spock's ear, laughing softly at the reaction from the other. "Ooo, like that do we? The thought of dominating me turns you on, doesn't it Spock?" Jim could feel the way Spock's muscles tightened beneath him. "It does, doesn't it? The thought of me fighting back makes you want to take me. You crave it as much as you hate to admit it."

"Yes..." Spock groaned harshly. He wanted to deny his feelings for this man. To be able to continue telling him no but now...at this current moment...if he could give the one thing that he so desperately wanted from Jim...Spock looked p into the face of his Captain, his friend, his lover. "Taluhk nash-veh k'dular, Jim."( I cherish thee, Jim.) "We are what my people call, k'hat'n'dlawa, half of each others heart & soul. I wish to share with you all that is me..."

"Yes, Spock, anything...anything you want." Jim was willing to take whatever Spock was willing to give. The thought of sharing another meld with him, of opening himself up completely and Spock doing the same in return...it scared him but not as much as Spock leaving him. He wasn't sure he would be able to handle it if he did right now.

"I will not leave your side, Ashayam." Spock raised his hands to Jim's meld points, could feel the excitement flowing through them both. "Nahp, hif-bi tu throks" (Your thoughts, give them to me.) Spock whispered. He watched as the ocean blue eyes dilated, Jim tilting his face down. "Taluhk nash-veh k'dular, Jim." Spock panted, he could feel his blood burning with the need to join them. When his fingers were finally pressed against Jim's meld points, he closed his eyes and let go. Growling at the rush of emotions flooding his system, Spock reached for the other half of the bond. The bright golden thread that connected him to Jim. "Taluhk nash-veh k'dular, Jim." Spock whispered in their mind space.

Jim chuckled. "I love you too, Spock." He whispered, the words echoing between them. He's been here before, in a different time...a different place. Jim couldn't remember and at the current moment he wasn't to worried about it. He was finally getting a chance to have the love he'd always wanted, the love that haunted his dreams.