The Passion in Possession

Nyota's heart tried to flee from her body via her throat when she saw Kirk pointing his phaser at Spock. She used all of her mental energy to try to reach out to her husband through their mental bond, but the attempt proved completely futile. Spock had advanced on Jim too quickly, and the weapon was slapped from his hand and he was picked up by his throat. The movement was so fluent that it looked like one motion, but Nyota knew that Spock was simply moving too fast for her to really see at that was taking place. She reached the door and called out to him, but he did not seem to hear her. He did not even seem to know that she was still there. Kirk had been slammed into the wall across the hallway, then picked up and thrown into the wall next to their quarters. She found herself truly afraid of Spock, at the moment.

Years before, when Spock had attacked Kirk in a fit of rage, she had not been the least bit afraid. She was more hurt for him than anything else. At that time, she suffered with the knowledge that Spock took a great deal of effort and discipline to keep control over his emotions and his actions. Seeing that control fail had broken her heart. Kirk was practically defenseless against Spock's strikes. His best moves, now were to try to dodge Spock. Spock's fist went through the wall by their quarters as Kirk darted towards his phaser. Spock kicked the phaser away from him.

The fact that Spock lost control would make him feel worse once he regained his mental capacities. That hurt her immensely, as it had when he attacked Kirk on the bridge after Vulcan was destroyed. But her hurt did not outweigh her fear. The look in Spock's eyes was so malevolent that she knew that Kirk did not stand a chance. What would happen to Spock if he did kill Kirk? It would not be as it was when he killed Livingston Kurok, the terrorist. That time, Spock had gone almost completely unscathed by the justice system. He held his own personal guilt, but he had not been convicted of any crime. But if a Starfleet captain was the victim, Spock's future was ruined. Not to mention the fact that Spock would never forgive himself for killing his best friend.

Nyota could hardly believe how quickly her brain was processing all of these things, even though the scene in front of her existed. Spock kicked Kirk, and Kirk hit the wall when he did. Nyota jumped as she saw this and despite her wisest thoughts, rushed out in front of Kirk and placed her hand up to try to stop Spock from attacking him any further. Why the hell did she do that? Spock saw her, and he did stop. He stared at her for a moment, as though his mind was communicating to him that she was not to be hurt, that she was not to be attacked.

She nodded, understandingly. Please, don't hurt me. Please, don't hurt him. But, then, his mind ventured somewhere else... he had attacked for protection of her, and she had interfered. She was protecting his opponent! Had she chosen his opponent, over him? She belonged to him! Nyota was his! Spock reached for her and grabbed her violently. Nyota screamed at the action and touched his face, "Spock, please!" He shuddered as he felt her love, her desperation. He knew that she was his. Why had she interfered? He was confused. He was trying to understand everything that was happening, when suddenly, a sharp, burning pain hit him in the back. Nyota yelped, "Spock!" He clenched to her body and his eyes rolled into the back of his head before he collapsed before her, still holding on to her.

Nyota kneeled and touched his face, "Spock?" Kirk was breathing harshly and still pointing his phaser at Spock, although it was clear that Spock was out. She looked up at the captain with fear and sorrow in her eyes, "I'm sorry that he attacked you. We have to get him to the surface of the planet so that he can recover from his fever."

"His fever?" Kirk asked, struggling to pick himself up from the floor.

Nyota nodded her head, "Yes. The fever is taking over him now. He would have killed you, Captain."

Kirk was almost indignant. What was she talking about? He questioned her, "What about what he was doing to you, Uhura? After everything that the two of you had to go through with your recoveries, why would he attack you that way? Why not just kill you, like he was going to do to me?"

"He wasn't attacking me..." She tried to say.

Security had arrived, in response to the disturbance, but Kirk continued to speak to her, albeit, quietly, "Before I overrode your security code, I enabled your two way intercom, to check and see if everything was okay. With the way that he's been behaving, I was worried when neither of you responded to the page to the transporter room. When the two way intercom was activated, you sounded like you were being murdered, he sounded so savage. He sounded like an animal, and you sounded horrible. I thought that you were falling victim..."

"This is his mating time!" She snapped, finally too discombobulated to put up any more fronts. "Vulcans have a certain mating period where they have to mate or die and in that time, they can not control themselves as they normally would be able to. They have to mate to break these fevers that they develop and he wasn't attacking me, but he could not stop himself long enough for either of us to contact you. Are you happy with that explanation, Captain? Will you help me get him to the surface of the planet, now?"

Spock was put in restraints and taken to the transporter room. Kirk promised to be careful to have the children beamed to the coordinates for Sarek's mansion before ever bringing their father in his condition. Nyota went to quickly change into something that she could travel the hallway with. She searched for something that may hide her bruises and marks, but decided after searching too frantically for something that Spock's health was more important than his reputation, at the moment. She simply threw the clothes she wore to dinner back on and rushed to the transporter room to meet up with Kirk. She was able to cover the marks on her arms, but the bites and hand prints on her neck were on display for whoever might see her.

On her way, she passed by Janice and Christine. Aww, hell! She thought. Any other day, she might have been amused that she had thought of Toimu's outcry of displeasure, but tonight was a terrible night for this. Of course, both of them intersected her with questions and cries, wondering what had happened to her and if she was alright. She simply said, "I have to get to Spock, he's in danger!" And she pushed her way passed them. They could assume whatever they wanted. She needed to get her husband to that cave and back to himself.

When she came into the transporter room, Scotty startled at the sight of her. Spock was laying on the transporter pad. Kirk was standing next to Scotty and nudged his head towards the pad, informing her, "The children have beamed down, already and Sarek met up with them on the surface. Spock has already given us the coordinates for where the two of you need to beam."

Nyota nodded, gratefully and said, "Thank you so much, Captain." She stepped unto the transporter pad, equipped herself for the beam down, stroked two fingers across her husband's face and whispered, "I am yours, Spock. I belong only to you." He stirred slightly, at the sound of her voice. She stood up and nodded her head at Kirk.

"Energize," he said and watched as the two officers dematerialized on the platform. When they were gone, Scotty looked at Kirk, questioningly. Kirk waved a hand and said, "Don't even ask, Scotty. I'm going to medical bay." Kirk left the transporter room and headed for the infirmary. That damned Spock. Why did he have to be so secretive? If he had explained what was happening, Kirk could have given him the time to remain within his quarters and get it over it. Why did he have to go back to the planet for this? He hoped that if things did not go well that Uhura would be able to get help.

Nyota placed Spock on the pallet that had been set up for them in their cave. Thank God for Elder Spock. He had set up everything that they would possibly need in the cave for them. His first Pon Farr had been so miserable that he did not want Spock to have any problems for his own. Unfortunately, Spock had encountered problems with his. She hoped that Spock had been so out of it that he would simply forget the attack on Kirk, and more importantly, that he would forget the fact that he had almost assaulted her, as well. If Spock would remember handling her the way that he had, it would be difficult for him to forgive himself.

There was a fire lantern in the cave, so Nyota went to light a few of the candles that were inside, using the fire from the lantern. She found a cauldron of water over a fireplace, but there was no fire in the fireplace. She decided to light that, as well. She knew that this would make the cave hotter, but she wanted to use the water to clean herself up a little. She threw her clothes aside and got herself a nearby cloth to wipe away some of the blood from some of her wounds. It did not take the water too long to heat up and she appreciated the hot water on her sores. It felt best, though, when she placed the hot, wet rag between her legs and took a deep breath. That was so soothing. She was so sore and raw there. It will only get worse when Spock comes to.

She grabbed a sheet and went to the pallet. Spock was still out. This bothered her. She wondered if the fever was overtaking him. She laid next to him and draped an arm around him. Upon her doing so, he reached for her and pulled her tightly against him. She noticed that he did not seem to be conscious, but his hold on her was the tightest that she had ever been held, even by him. "Spock?" His eyes opened.

He looked at her, then glanced around the cave with his eyes. His eyes then settled upon her again. "When did we get here?" He asked.

"Not too long ago. How do you feel?"

"Hot," he answered.

She nodded and said, "Sorry. I lit some of the candles for a little more light, and I heated the water to clean myself off. I'll put the fire out. That should help the heat." To be honest, she did not want to be any hotter than she needed to be, either. She got up and used two cloths to pull the cauldron off of the fire. She placed a nearby empty pot over the fire to kill it without ruining the wood. There was a great deal of smoke, and she held her breath against it as the fire diminished.

She turned to head back to Spock, and found that he had gotten out of the pants that he had on, before, and he was already completely aroused. She took a deep breath and climbed into his arms. "Do you remember what happened on the ship, Spock?" She asked, softly. He kissed her, without answering. "Spock?" She called in between kisses.

"Hmm?" He asked, still kissing her, touching her, groping her.

"Do you remember?"

"Why are you questioning me?" He asked. His voice was biting. He had just snapped at her, she labeled it, immediately. He took a deep breath and, in a softer tone, said, "I do not remember. Is it something that you need to share with me?" She shook her head and he pulled her to himself and kissed her deeper than before.

Spock's kisses trailed from her mouth, down her neck, and to her chest. He stroked his hand over the very first mark that he had ever given her. There were other marks on her now, but those had been accumulated within the past few days of his Pon Farr. This one was one of his favorite parts of her body. The mark, to him, was as natural on her as her own skin. It took him longer to learn to admire it than it had taken her. The fact that she so openly loved it helped him to appreciate it. He touched her mind and took her to the time that he had put it on her.

Spock was inside of Nyota, practically falling apart. Vulcan discipline and teachings of logic had not incorporated a particular method of control to assist in the event that he was losing his virginity with his bonded mate. Was there not to be any level of control at this time? Was it acceptable, now that he was bonded, now that he and his mate were completely alone and coming together to consummate their bond? Perhaps, Vulcans took this time to allow themselves to lose control, and perhaps that was why he found it virtually impossible to hold himself back.

He could hold back to a certain degree. He was monitoring his strength, for Nyota's sake, determined not to cause her any physical harm. He was monitoring his stamina, also for her sake, determined not to release until she had been sexually gratified, first. But when it came to reactions to her, he felt almost out of control. He kept hearing these foreign sounds come forth from his lips, and he kept swallowing this overwhelming urge to mark her.

His father had shared with him the information of mating with a bond mate... the fact that Pon Farr was a time that he would need to mate, the fact that Vulcan mating would be barbaric and savage, and that many times, Vulcans lost themselves in the act and in their mates, and that one thing that all Vulcans did, whether they wished to, or not, was mark their mates during mating.

Vulcans sense of passion and their sense of possession intertwined during Pon Farr, and the passion within the possession caused them to desire to stake claim to their mate, even though they knew their mate belonged to them, their minds seemed to need physical confirmation, like scientific evidence. The marking was a physical manifestation of the fact that this mate belonged to this Vulcan.

But, what bothered Spock about his urges to mark Nyota on their wedding night was the fact that he was not going through Pon Farr. So, he did not realize that he would have the urge to mark her. He thought that perhaps he had more time to tell her about the marking urges and about Pon Farr. His father had pressed the issue of him sharing this information with Nyota before ever even dating her, then again before ever becoming engaged to her, then again before ever marrying her, but Spock had neglected to heed the advice. He did not know how to handle bringing the information up, then finally decided that it would be easier to explain after they had become bonded, because he could explain it while sharing his feelings about it. But, the issue of marking had come up sooner than Pon Farr. It had come up on their honeymoon in the cave.

Spock touched her mind, entered it, filled her with his desire, with his urge to mark her, to claim her fully, with his mind, his heart and his body and when she felt his desire fully drowning her, he bit her! Nyota winced. The pain was terrible! Yet, she held him closer and ground against him, making his teeth rip her skin even more, and both of them, together came. Both of them made loud sounds, Spock grunted against her body, with her skin still in between his teeth. She had cried out, tightening her grip around his waist and around his manhood with her muscles, as she did.

Spock shook, uncontrollably, trying to get himself back to center. Nyota whispered gently, "You bit me."

"I am aware, and I am sorry. I did not intend to hurt you." He did not want to look at her.

"It did hurt, but... the feelings behind it were so sexy that the pain did not really matter. I have never felt anything like that before. What was that?"

"My father referred to it as the passion in possession, when he explained it to me."

"You... want to possess me?" She asked. He expected her tone to be angry with such a realization, but instead, she seemed... honored? "I belong to you, Spock. I have for quite some time, and I always will. You didn't have to bite me to possess me."

"I.. It... The biting was a means of making a physical manifestation of my possession of you. It is a Vulcan marking system that we apparently can not control."

"So... there will be other times?"

He tilted his head and said, "Probably so."

"Well, I hope that you don't mind, any other marks that you put on me, I am having them removed."

"And this one?" He asked, stroking a hand across the bite mark over her heart.

"Are you kidding me? I'm not going to get rid of such a passionate gift. This one is my first one. It has sentimental value, but I'm afraid I have to draw the line at one. If you put bite marks all over me, that will reduce the quality of my skin that I have spent several hours maintaining the health of throughout my life." She kissed him on the forehead.

Spock looked at her marks and said, "I am sorry that I have defaced your body so."

"Don't think about that, right now. You're burning up. Don't you need me?"

"Yes, I do," He said.

She climbed on top of him and rubbed herself against his hardness until she was properly moist. Spock was restraining himself, some. Once she slid his portion into her space, though, that restraint was no more. Spock gripped her hips and pulled her roughly into his deep, hard thrusts. Nyota felt them deep into the pit of her stomach. If she still had a uterus, she knew that it would probably be useless after this. She was glad that she did not have to worry about such a thing, but the fact that it had crept into her head also made her think of the Platonian incident. Damn it! Would she ever just get over that? It was two years ago!

Spock winced at her and she stared at him, unsure of what was paining him. He reached up for her face and hoarsely said, "Release it." She did not know what that meant. Release what? "Release your pain. Share it with me, and allow me to take it."

"Can you do that right now? Are you cognizant enough to.."

"I have to protect you!" Spock said urgently. He was snapping at her again. She opened her mouth to refute, but before she could refute or respond, she felt him flood her mind. The level of protection that she could feel was astounding. She had always known that Spock was protective of her. He had been protective of her long before their romance began. "I have to protect you," he said, softer. The feelings returned to her – those feelings of fear and sorrow and hate that she had for the Platonians. They came up into her throat, and she thought that she might vomit, but instead, she felt this weight lift from her mind, from her heart, from her... her spirit? She looked down at Spock with new eyes.

Her look mirrored his, she was sure. There was severe passion. There was protection. There was possessiveness. There was persistence. There was claim and demand, and need... and love. Love like she did not even know existed. Spock threw her down onto her back and pushed himself deeply into her. Her heart was swollen and actually hurt with his emotions flowing through her body. He was incredibly hot. His temperature felt dangerous. She felt as though he could burn her alive. He was no longer focused upon her face, but his eyes were shut and he seemed to be engulfed in all of those emotions that he had shared with Nyota. Nyota pulled him closer to her. She wanted him near her, she wanted him inside of her. If it had been possible, she would have pulled him underneath her skin. She had never felt so free... then it was immediately followed by a hoard of negative emotions.

These were Spock's. His need for her was painful. His need to lose control, but his torment at the thought of hurting her if he did. He felt so conflicted and tortured, more than he ever had before. Could she handle him if he lost all control? Release it! She now commanded to him. If she had to release herself and let go of her emotions, he should do so, as well. Of course, her emotions were not as strong as his, but she insisted, "Release it!" She said and dug her fingernails into the back of his neck, like claws.

He groaned in utter abandonment to the movement, to her physical manifestation of the passion that he was showing her. As he thrust faster, harder, deeper, he did release his control, and his power, into her. Nyota was bombarded by need, and helplessness, by longing and fear, and desperation. Pon Farr was having a terrible toll on her poor Spock. Yet, she did not feel sorry for him. She respected him and loved him even more, even though she had never known that it was possible to love him any more than she already had. Spock had tried to keep himself restrained through some of the worse feelings in the universe. These feelings were deep, dark, and dreadful, but also... sweet.

This was so confusing, but she knew what she had to do. All he needed was to know that with him, she was safe, and that she was happy, and that she loved him. That was what he needed, because without those things, he would simply go mad. He would simply die! Maybe he would not literally die, as his physical needs were being met, but he felt that he would die without her love matching his own, without her protection matching his own. He needed her to survive, but she could let him go at any time. That scared him, so much. She never would have known if his walls had not fallen. She never might have known how much he considered himself to be hers, in every way.

Nyota's fingernails dug deeper into Spock's flesh and her teeth tore into his neck. He howled at the feeling. She surprised herself with the action, but bit harder and harder until she tasted his coppery blood on her tongue. She sank her teeth into the wound and kept her hold of his flesh, as he did the first time that he marked her. Up until this point, she had made no attempt to mark him. that simply was not how she showed her love. She showed her love in other ways, and usually, it was acknowledged, understood, and appreciated. Now, she felt the urge to make for him this physical manifestation.

Spock grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face closer to him as he came inside of her. Nyota squealed beneath him, feeling herself smothered by his hold and smoldering in his temperature. That did not even matter. At that time, she loved Spock so much that she gladly would have died right then just to have known this moment. Just as willing as he would have been to die not to hurt her, she felt.

Spock pulled from her hold and pushed her legs up, over her shoulders, in the position that they had been in earlier when Kirk interrupted. Nyota made sure to shut that memory out of her mind, for fear of enraging her husband. God, her thighs hurt, her vagina hurt. Everything from her waist down was throbbing with pain, and yet, she had no desire to stop. She wanted Spock again, and again, and again. Each way that he repositioned her body, she welcomed it, loved it. She marked him several more times throughout their sexual activities. At some point, she lost consciousness, and whenever she awoke, realized that Spock was still going at it. She quickly got back into the groove with him, trying to match his thrusts. She felt relief come from him upon her awakening.

Of course, he wanted her awake and responsive, able to accept him and love him through this. As she thought about that, it made her want him even deeper inside of her, again. The fact that he not only desired her love, but he literally needed it. No one would ever be able to know that they shared such a connection, but it was one that she now understood why Spock acted the way that he did, sometimes. Why he kept a firm grip on his emotions, and his actions, and what he expressed about them... because they were too much for him to handle. Now, he did not have to handle them. This was his time to let them all out, to let them shine, so to speak.

Spock rolled over and pulled Nyota on top of him to ride him, but he met her grinding with anxious thrusts. Nyota felt as though all of her muscles would collapse and she hoped that Spock could have the mind to relieve her of her exhaust. He did not seem to have the necessary control of himself to do so, so she doubted it, but it did not hurt to hope. She knew that she could deal with it, but it would have been more comfortable if she did not have to. Suddenly, she felt some of her pain begin to subside, and she knew that it was Spock making it so. She was so grateful for it, and the fact that she needed him, even while he was at what he considered to be his weakest moment, his moment of desperation and need, that fact made him lose control.

A loud roar came from Spock and he began to pump into her like he was operating a jackhammer. Nyota screamed and caught a hold of his chest for balance. Her fingernails dug into him, which accelerated his pace and enhanced his urgency for her. Now, all she could manage was high pitched yelps and grunts. Soon enough, Spock became louder, but Nyota became more silent. He was growling, howling, practically yelling. She was panting, with her eyes rolled into the back of her own head. "Nyota!" He called.

"I am here, Spock. I am yours," she replied. It felt as though a volcanic eruption had shot inside of her. She threw back her head and howled, herself. His orgasms were bursting from him, back to back. She was not counting, nor was she timing them. All she knew was that she was tired and hurting, and that she did not think that she could remain where she was. She tried to slide off of Spock, but he held her tightly. He had no intention of allowing her to move. He wanted every bit of himself inside of her.

She rubbed her fingers up and down his chest, feeling him ease her pain as he continued to have orgasms. She felt sweat pour off of him. She had never seen him sweat so profusely, and she realized... the fever had been broken. She laid herself on his wet body. After a while, she felt him shift to remove his body from being inside of hers, and he cradled her into his arms and stroked her skin. "Thank you," he said. She laughed at the statement.

He felt that it was quite inadequate, considering what he was thanking her for, but she looked up into his face with the most love and appreciation that he had ever seen and she said, "You don't have to thank me, Spock. I love you. You would have done even more for me." She stroked his face, but soon fell to sleep.

The scent of food awoke Nyota. Her eyes fluttered and she tried to sit up, "Ugh! Damn it!" She said, wincing in pain.

Spock quickly rushed over to her and asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm in pain. Are there any hypos here?" She asked.

"No, There are not. I have taken it upon myself to deal with any pain that I have inflected upon you." He touched her face and began to sooth her mind and her body.

She shut her eyes and enjoyed this relaxing pain relief. She asked, softly, "Are you alright?"

"Yes. The fever has been broken. Any other urges, I believe may be meditated away."

Her eyes flew open as she said, "You believe? You better make sure, Sir."

"I am quite sure that you have taken far more than I should have burdened you with, my wife. I will not reach for you again. I must nurse you back to health. I have had the opportunity to contact the children and assure them of our safe arrival. Styik vowed to pass this information on to Jim." Spock wiped her face with a wet towel and as she struggled to sit up, she realized that her wounds had been tended to, and she was wearing a very soft robe. She reached up at her head and realized that he had even braided her hair for her. So protective.

Spock prepared a cup of soup for his wife and came over to her. "I have the opportunity to repay you for the kindness that you showed me." She smiled softly and accepted the first spoon of the soup. It was actually pretty good soup. Spock was not much on food preparation. He always made a nutritious meal, but as for taste, he generally lacked the creativity. She allowed him to feed her, then he put the cup away. Spock returned to the mat and adjusted the pillows there for her to lay on. Then, he gathered her into his arms and kissed her on the side of the head. Nyota placed her hands on his arms and fell back to sleep.