A/N: SO MUCH TO TELL YOU ALL! Okay, first off, I failed to mention that I met the Shat (William Shatner) last month. And let me tell you, what an experience! Ugh, I just could die happy now. He was even very interested in the book I'm publishing—and said my name in that sultry, amazing voice multiple times. GAH!
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Lastly, as this story was a bit suspenseful and sad, here is a nice reprieve. Hope you'll enjoy! Thank you all for 300+ followers, too! Really, I'm shocked!
**Sexual content in this chapter**
The Needs of The One
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jim stretched languidly before curling against the side of the warm Vulcan body, fitting his head neatly under Spock's chin. His lips ascended slightly as fingers settled against the side of his face, stroking idly—an electric tingle following in their wake. Jim returned the sentiment, tracing his fingers along the Vulcan's exposed side, relishing the soft inhale of breath from Spock as his reward.
"Well…" Jim eventually broke the silence, understanding their remaining time was limited, "That was..." he paused to search for a correct description. Did Vulcans normally comment on the performance? Did they thank each other? What was the general procedure in this situation? Fuck it. "Incredible. You were incredible."
"That seems to be a popular opinion," Spock replied without missing a beat, causing Jim to abruptly cease his petting.
"…Wha?" He replied, confused. Then it dawned on him—Uhura. The very thought aroused jealousy within him, chasing away the euphoria he had obtained. It took all the willpower he possessed not to permit it to seep out with his next words, "Oh…I see."
Spock's head shifted slightly, his chin brushing lightly against Jim's forehead, fingers halting uncertainly at his temple, "You are upset."
"Your powers of deduction never cease to amaze me," Jim muttered, suddenly irritable. Pushing away from Spock, he sat upright in bed. Gathering the sheets piled at the foot to cover himself, he wrapped them around his waist, feeling more self-conscious than he ever had in any of his previous sexual experiences; a definite first for him.
Spock copied his motions, dark eyes inquisitive as they studied Jim's side profile with interest, "I have upset you."
Jim sighed heavily, raking a hand through his sweat-laden hair. And people say I'm a bit slow on the uptake… "It's nothing. Forget it." Jim didn't feel like wasting the time they had left before Spock's departure to explain how bringing up ex-lovers after intimacy could dampen the moment, and he definitely didn't feel up to fighting about it either.
Besides, he could accept the fact that Uhura and Spock had dated, and most likely, at some point, became physically involved—though that thought in itself was difficult to swallow. Nevertheless, he still didn't desire to hear about it. Hearing it would only evoke painful memories of the countless times he had accidentally stumbled upon the two of them together on the ship, lost in a private moment; reminders of the way his heart clenched every time Uhura announced a romantic evening she had planned for Spock during lunch in the mess. Not to mention the restless nights roaming the corridors as he ruminated over the budding feelings for his first officer that he couldn't quite grasp.
A burning hand suddenly covered his own in the midst of his musings. The contact eliciting something to blaze to life in the back of his mind—something he scarcely recalled held some sort of significance, but couldn't quite put a finger on it.
"Jim," Spock's voice feathered into his ear, goosebumps forming on his flesh at the sound. "T'hy'la, please do not distance yourself."
That word…This is the second time he's called me that. Come to think of it, so had the other Spock.
"Why not?" He relented, the heat of his jealously dissipating, "It's not like you haven't." The hand moved from his, only to touch his cheek in order to guide his head towards Spock's; the Vulcan's forehead coming to rest against his. "This isn't fair," Jim mumbled, eyes automatically slipping closed, reveling in the close proximity.
"I do not wish to depart with conflict," Spock spoke gently, warm breaths caressing Jim's face.
"Then don't bring up past love affairs in bed," Jim sighed, a strange calm washing over him despite the jealousy still stirring like a ravenous animal within him.
He heard more than saw Spock's smile as he replied, "You are under the impression the lieutenant and I had copulated?"
Pulling away, Jim beheld the blatant amusement radiating from the dark pools before him. "Well, yeah. I mean, I figured…you know," he faltered, distinguishing the concealed laughter within Spock's eyes. "C'mon, Spock," Jim huffed with incredulity, "She's a strong-willed woman, intelligent, and beautiful to boot. How could I have not believed…?" he trailed off, his cheeks heating as he came to the realization of how foolish he had been to presume anything of the sort.
Spock had hammered it into him that Vulcans weren't tactile beings, and Uhura was considerate enough to respect that. But even then, it seemed Spock was a willing participant with those rare occurrences.
The whole situation made his head spin.
"Then…why me? Why right now?" Jim choked out as he pieced the events of the last half hour with the information he had just been given, "Why say what you did?"
A dark brow lifted, and it sent a surprising, unexpected shot of arousal straight to his groin.
"It is an opinion I have received on multiple occasions aboard the Enterprise, especially after assisting in repairs or in the labs." Jim felt his already reddening cheeks darken as the words sunk in, "As for the impetuous decision to engage in sexual congress with you, I believe I was briefly compromised, as my concern for your well-being over the course of your illness had diminished my shields considerably." He must have winced or displayed some visible sign of disconcertment for Spock to quickly add, "However, I must admit that I found it to be…pleasant."
Jim chuckled despite himself. "'Pleasant'? Well…" he scrubbed the back of his neck out of nervous habit, "That's certainly one I haven't heard before. 'Amazing' is usually the response…" Clearing his throat he added almost as an afterthought, "I've even been deemed a deity on occasion…I guess I have my work cut out for me…"
He had trailed off as something flitted across the dark eyes, the pupils widening as Spock leaned forward, encroaching on his personal space again—not that he minded, of course. However, this time, there was something more predatory about his approach.
A smooth cheek brushed against the stubble on his face as Spock's lips came to hover over the shell of his ear. "I believe I now comprehend your reaction to my earlier comment," he murmured, voice sultry and deep, effectively causing Jim to shudder. "I also do not desire to hear the remarks of those whom you bedded before me, Jim." The undercurrent of possessiveness threw him off-kilter as another wave of arousal headed south of the border, and he bit his bottom lip to suppress the moan threatening to escape—failing as Spock commenced nipping at his sensitive earlobe.
"Spock…you'll…" Jim swallowed thickly as the greedy mouth fed at the erogenous zones of his neck. A rough, warm tongue derailing his train of thought as it licked a steady line from the base to his ear, "You said…" Fuck, what? I can't…I can't even think. "You're compromised," he finally managed to get out, his breathing slightly ragged; strangely finding Spock's domination to be infinitely more stimulating than the reverse.
"Indeed," a low growl rattled from the Vulcan's chest, "I find, however, that I do not particularly care at the moment."
"But…your transport—" The words died on his tongue as teeth unexpectedly pierced the skin at the crook of his neck, wrenching a surprised yet lust filled cry from his lips.
Sparks erupted in his vision, and a moment later, he found that same rough tongue invading his mouth—stifling another moan of pleasure as it possessively plunged deep as though to claim him. The action so compelling, Jim hardly registered he was now lying on his back with Spock's robust frame pinning him to the mattress.
Aching to reach out and touch him, Jim's hands moved of their own volition. Only managing to grab a hold of the Vulcan's muscular arms before they were quickly removed—his wrists collected and restrained above his head to prevent any further exploring. To his own surprise, the action didn't frighten him; instead it exhilarated him—his heart pumping wildly in his chest as he was astoundingly brought close to the edge.
His mouth was released abruptly, leaving him bereft for a split second before there was another primitive growl by ear, "Mine."
"Yes," Jim agreed breathlessly; bucking his hips in a silent plea, desperate to achieve some sort of friction.
Fuck! I'm not going to last.
The dark pools reappeared above him, hunger apparent within them, maintaining fierce eye contact as he shifted above him. Spock slid his hips fluidly into position, causing Jim's heart to leap into his throat, an uncontrollable fear creeping over him.
Pain! His mind screamed prematurely, and although Jim preferred a bit of pain mixed with pleasure, he found he wasn't prepared for what was to come; there's no lubrication. It's going to hurt.
Apparently sensing his panic, Spock's control subsided, but only just enough to relinquish Jim's hands.
Sprawling his fingers gingerly against Jim's face, Spock whispered soothingly, "I would not harm thee, t'hy'la." The lust receding momentarily, he insisted gently, "I wish our minds to become one."
It took a minute for Jim to comprehend what his Vulcan was requesting. The previous meld with the elder counterpart had demonstrated a level of intimacy he couldn't fathom, but left him wondering how it would be with his own Spock. And here he was now, giving Jim the opportunity to decline, even though he had taken the reins.
Was he ready to lay himself bare before him?
"Okay," he assented a bit gruffly, catching the slight upturn of lips before his world became an explosion of colors, thoughts, and emotions that weren't distinctly his.
A faint golden strand at the back of his skull suddenly lit up, causing the colors to brighten in hue as a burning pain rang through him, only to be instantly quelled by the presence of another mind. He was aware of being filled, the indescribable sensation as Spock moved inside him. Then found himself incapable of distinguishing which body belonged to whom, as though they had somehow combined into a single being; one body, one soul, one mind.
Jim could feel the friction from skin on skin, and each billowing wave of pleasure. Hands were roaming over flesh; touching, scratching—every little touch intensified. Vaguely aware of the words he was speaking, he begged and pleaded for Spock as the bundle of nerves was penetrated, ripping another lust induced cry from his lips—an echoing sound from Spock filtering into his ears a mere second after.
A few precise strokes later sent Jim reeling over the edge, his release coupled with Spock's had him momentarily seeing stars, the galaxy—the entire fucking universe. Then, a sense of belonging and reassurance overcame him; something snapping into place before Spock's face materialized above him; kiss-swollen lips now parted, his cheeks and tips of his pointed ears flushed an olive green, the cap of once smooth ebony hair now ruffled and out-of-place.
"Fuck, Spock…" Jim grinned stupidly, relishing the residual high—stiffly prying his fingers from their vice grip on Spock's shoulders. "I don't…" he swallowed thickly, throat painfully dry from the exertion, "I don't think 'pleasant' is going to be a strong enough word for that."
"Indeed," Spock's voice surprisingly came out equally unsteady, the pads of his fingers tracing a path down Jim's flushed face, "To rephrase—I found it to be…" he trailed off, mouth twitching slightly at the corner, "…'incredible'."
Jim's smile expanded, "That's more like it." Gripping the nape of Spock's neck, he coaxed him down to claim his lips yet again.
"Mr. Spock," The elder counterpart addressed as they hurried onto the platform, "You are late." Though it was clearly a reprimand, his tone suggested otherwise.
"Forgive me," Spock returned, the Vulcan countenance returning, "I was delayed."
A gray brow rose curiously, dark eyes fleeting between Spock and Jim, "So it would seem." His eyes fell on Jim, glinting with amusement, "I assume the matter that delayed you has been well resolved?"
A smile crept steadily over Jim's face as he perceived the unspoken subtext. "More or less," Jim replied with a slight shrug.
"Very well," the elder nodded curtly, the glint never fading, "In that case, Mr. Spock, I suggest we board and make way before our disregard for direct orders warrants an arrest."
"Indeed," Spock agreed, stoic as ever as the elder turned to clamber into the private shuttle.
"Wait, Ambassador," Jim quickly halted him, the elder turning to regard him, "Uh…we need to have a discussion sometime soon. Whenever you're free, of course. There's…something I need to tell you." Although the details were still a bit fuzzy, he felt the elder deserved to know what he had experienced in his comatose state—it was his right to know.
Spock glanced questionably at him as the elder raised another gray brow, "I see. Then, we shall find a spare moment once you have arrived, Captain."
"Jim," he gently corrected.
The elder's lips twitched as he suppressed a smile. "Jim," he amended.
They patiently waited until he had disappeared from the hatch before speaking, even though Jim was well aware it was pointless given how keen Vulcan hearing can be.
"So…I'll see you soon, then?"
"Yes," Spock tersely replied, "Although the amount of time is unforeseeable given the circumstances."
"I'm sure it wouldn't be that difficult to rally a team," Jim gave him a weak smile. Spock didn't respond, opting instead to continue staring at the shuttle, his arms folding habitually behind his back. "Hey, you're not already…?"
"No," Spock's head whipped around at that, his expression softening, "I have no regrets."
"Then what is it?" Jim pressed, taking a small step toward him.
Averting his gaze, Spock inhaled a steadying breath, "I simply do not wish to leave you."
Taken aback momentarily by the confession, Jim eventually grasped he wasn't dreaming and beamed as he teased, "Why, Spock, are you trying to tell me you're going to miss me?" When Spock opened his mouth to object—at least, Jim believed he was about to—he quickly waved a dismissive hand, and exhaled an amused short breath, "It's all right…I'm going to miss you too."
Remembering what Spock had shown him before they had departed for the transport shuttle, Jim reached out with two fingers extended, and was thrilled to see Spock immediately mirror him. A pleasant jolt tingled up his arm as Spock compressed their fingers together.
"Have a safe flight," Jim spoke softly as their fingers disconnected.
"I shall anticipate your arrival, t'hy'la."
Finally having enough of not understanding the endearment, Jim inquired, "What does that mean? Tahi….tahai?" He huffed, "You know what I'm trying to say."
A dark brow rose as lips upturned a fraction, "I believe the popular phrase goes, that is for me to know and for you to find out." And with that unsatisfying rejoinder said, he swiftly turned for the shuttle, leaving Jim gaping disbelievingly after him like a fish out of water.
Once the shuttlecraft had vanished from sight, Jim shook his head minutely, and muttered peevishly under his breath, "Vulcans." Then marched off with the intent to locate Bones and acquire a team.
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