Okay, I lied. This isn't going to be the last chapter. I found a good place to end it half way through the content I wanted to be there, so there's gonna be one more chapter before I do an epilogue for both Kirk and Spock. The only bad thing about more chapters is that I actually have to think of more titles. My brain already hurts!a

Pairings: Kirk/Spock (major)

Warnings: sex

Dream Encounters

Morning Fog: Kirk

When Kirk and Bones materialized on New Vulcan, they were immediately overwhelmed by the stifling dry heat of the air. Within seconds, they were both dripping with sweat.

"It's hotter than Hell, Jim!" Bones complained. "Why do I have to be here down with you?"

"Because of the violent nature of this time, it is likely that Jim will obtain various injuries that you will need to treat once the blood fever has subsided."

Kirk and Bones look up to see Ambassadors Spock and Sarek approaching them. Kirk knew that Spock was unhappy with him for causing his younger counterpart pain, but he did not show it; Sarek, on the other hand, seemed positively livid, despite his lack of facial expression.

"Jim, I must warn you," Spock began. "This will be a painful experience, far more than it would be under normal circumstances." He reached into the folds of his robes, pulling out a small vial filled with clear liquid. "During the Plak Tow, a natural lubricant is secreted; however, because of your inexperience in the role you will be assuming, it would be highly advisable that you prepare yourself before entering Spock's chambers. He is too far into the blood fever to be aware enough to take such precautions."

"I can't believe I'm hearing this!" Bones yelled, putting his hands tightly over his ears and screwing his eyes shut. "Is this why I'm down here, Jim? So I can have my mind contaminated? Good God, man!"

Kirk almost laughed at his friend, and he could see Spock's lips quirk up into the tiniest of smiles. Composing himself, Spock handed Kirk the vial. He led the small group into a plain building not far away form the beam-down point, stopping in front of a door.

"This room is connected to Spock's," he said. "When you have readied yourself, go through the other door. I will see you in a few days, Jim."

"Days?" Kirk asked, alarmed.

Spock placed a comforting hand on Kirk's shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. "Good luck, my friend." he opened the door for Kirk and led the rest of the group away.

Kirk entered the room and shut the door behind him. He saw that there was only a small couch and a low table, and on the wall to his right, a door. Light seeped into the drab space through a single window. Still apprehensive, but determined to do what was needed to help Spock, Kirk quickly undressed himself, folding his clothes and putting them in a neat pile on the table. He sat down on the couch completely nude, staring at the small glass bottle in his hand. Lying back across the length of he couch, Kirk uncorked the bottle, pouring some of the liquid into his hand and rubbing the slick stuff between his fingers.

Though he hated to admit it, even to himself, Kirk was scared; he had never been penetrated before, and it was something far outside of his comfort zone.

There has to be a first time for everything, he mused.

Breathing deeply, Kirk brought his lubed fingers to his entrance, hovering over the skin but not touching. Finally, he decided that he had to stop stalling, and pushed one of his fingers against his entrance, massaging the puckered skin before pushing it inside to the first knuckle. It was an odd feeling; not necessarily bad, just very... different. He pushed the finger farther in, thrusting it in and out slowly to try and adjust to the sensation. Kirk had done this to others before, so he knew that one finger wouldn't cut it. He pulled his finger out and re-slicked his fingers, pushing two in this time. He pulled them in and out, and on one of the inward strokes, he hit something inside of himself that sent a shock of pleasure through his entire body. He gasped, pushing against the spot again. While still immersed in the haze of pleasure, Kirk pulled his fingers apart, stretching his passage; he was glad to find that the residual pleasure took some of the edge off of the stinging and burning he felt from the stretching. Continuing this way—hitting the bundle of nerves and stretching himself more while the pleasure still lasted—Kirk was able to work three fingers into himself, and though it was slightly uncomfortable, he was still half-hard by the time he was finished.

Pulling his fingers out of himself, Kirk stood up, taking a moment to steady himself before walking to the door that opened to Spock's room. Opening the door, he saw Spock sitting naked on a mat, deep in meditation. However, when Spock sensed another person entering the room, his eyes snapped open and his head turned quickly toward Kirk. In an instant, Spock had Kirk pinned against the wall by his neck, a low growl bubbling in his throat. After a moment, Spock seemed to feel their half-bond through the contact, and he released his grip on Kirk's neck. The half-Vulcan pulled Kirk roughly toward him, using his superior strength to lift the human clear off the floor. Kirk's cock rubbed against the smooth skin of Spock's stomach, causing a needy moan to slip from his mouth. He was now fully erect; for some reason, Spock's show of dominance and strength was an incredible turn-on for him.

Spock carried Kirk over to the bed, throwing him toward the pillows before descending on him. He captured Kirk's lips in a rough kiss, pressing their bodies flush against each other. Their dicks were rubbing together, the slickness of Spock's allowing fluid strokes as they rutted against each other. Kirk opened his mouth to Spock's questing tongue and spread his legs wide so they could fit more closely together. Right now, despite his usual need for control of any situation, complete submission seemed very natural to Kirk. He just laid back, letting Spock plunder his mouth, arching into the burning hot touches, giving himself over completely to the other man.

When Spock released his mouth, Kirk gasped for breath. He looked down his body to see his erection sliding against Spock's—bright red along side olive green—and gasped at the half-Vulcan's size. He was at least a few inches longer than Kirk, who himself was rather large by Human standards; luckily for him, Spock's cock was rather slender. Kirk knew that girth would pose the greatest problem for him, since he was being taken for the first time. He released the breath he had only just became aware he was holding.

Spock rested his forehead against Kirk's, and the Human felt an overwhelming wave of primal lust seep through his very pores. Spock lifted his legs over his shoulders, and Kirk readied himself for what he knew was coming next, trying to relax himself as best he could. Spock pushed in, the first ridge on his cock slipping inside Kirk, and the Human's inner walls clamped down around him as Kirk gasped in pain. (The pain only made him appreciate more just what Spock had gone through for his pleasure.) Spock, however, did not stop, using his strength to push himself in to the hilt in one fast stroke, immediately pulling back out, setting a fast, rough pace. Kirk knew his ass would be black and blue by the time Spock was through with him.

Kirk's erection had long since wilted, but just as he thought that he was going to be overwhelmed by the pain of penetration, the ridges of Spock's dick rubbed over his sweet spot. Kirk moaned, his dick twitching and beginning to harden again; of course the pain was still there (nothing was going to change that), but the pleasure... the pleasure!

Kirk opened his eyes (When had he closed them?) when he felt Spock's hand against his face, the fingers pressing into what he knew were the meld points. Then, his mind was flooded with another consciousness, his mind instinctively reaching out to Spock's, gripping and caressing. He could feel Spock's pleasure; he felt like he was drowning in it. He felt as though he was penetrating and being penetrated at the same time; being impaled by inhuman heat and surrounded by soothing coolness. And even in the delirium of pleasure, he could fell the snap as his soul wove together completely with Spock's. He had nothing to compare the sensation to, but he knew—he just knew—that he had become fully bonded with Spock. He and Spock were as good as married, bonded together eternally; it was that thought, even more than the waves of pleasure from both himself and Spock, that made Kirk cum harder than he ever had in his life.

Yay! Done! Sorry folks, but that'll be the last of the sexy times for this story.

I'll start writing the Scotty/Chekov story soon so I can get that out around the time I'm finished with this one.

Thanks to everyone who's stuck with me through this story! Please review!