So my plot has a bit of wiggle room here, and I need some filler chapters, and so, I'm putting this over to you guys.

Is there anything in particular you guys want to see next?

Anything at all will be accepted!

Rachel :)


Chapter 27

"T'hy'la".

Spock smiled and nuzzled closer into the blonde's chest.

"T'hy'la".

He felt a gentle kiss on his neck and a warm breath.

"T'hy'la".

Jim grinned, mouth pressed against the juncture of the Vulcan's shoulder and neck.

"I like it".

Spock couldn't help but tighten his grip around the man's neck, "I noticed".


For the past hour they had been lying on top of Spock's bed, curled up together, the younger's head buried against the elder's chest, arms wrapped around him, and the blonde's hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush full-bodied against him.


"You know, I don't think you do" He responded, "I might just have to show you".

"Show me?" He asked, a smirk playing at his lips, "And just how exactly, do you plan on doing that?"

"Oh, I have my ways" He teased, before abruptly lurching forwards and spinning them around, pinning Spock beneath him and grinning seductively, "Many ways, in fact".

Spock felt the slight stirring of worry form in his chest.

Leaning down, the blonde immediately captured the Vulcan's lips with his own, fast and hot and wet and needy and-


"You're a good for nothing whore. You're only useful for your body. You're worthless, Spock, so fucking worthless!"


-and then all of a sudden there was a sharp jerk in his stomach and he was turned, rolled over on the small bed, and now Jim was below him, below him, not above him, not holding him, pinning him down, not trapping him, not caging him, but giving him control, giving him control, but he doesn't need control, why would he need control, he's not the one to decide what they do or don't do but maybe he's different maybe he's nicer and kinder and calmer and maybe he'll let him chose what he doesn't want to-


"Spock".


The Vulcan blinked, and refocused his gaze on the softly smiling man beneath him.

"It's okay" Jim said, still smiling, "You're okay. Everything's okay".

It was only then that he realised he wasn't breathing.


Gasping in huge breaths of air, he all but collapsed on top of the blonde beneath him, not realising that he was shaking until warm arms wrapped around him carefully, holding him close but not tightly, not trapping him, not caging him.

"It's alright, Spock, you're okay, I'm sorry, I should have known, I shouldn't have- I should have- have-"

Jim cut himself off by taking a deep breath and puling him even closer, resting his chin on top of the Vulcan's head, "... I'm sorry".

"... It's not you're fault" Spock whispered into his shirt, "I just... I need... I need time to- to- to adjust and- and just- I just need to-"

"I know" He finished, "And we... we can do whatever you want to, okay? I won't make you do anything you don't want to. I'll never let anybody do that to you again".

He cautiously lifted his head back up, noting the honest, real, true glint in the man's eyes, but still unsure, still doubting, still wondering what if?


Whatever he wanted.

That didn't matter.

It was whatever Jim wanted that mattered.


Shoving down his fears, he immediately leant forward to kiss the man again, but at the last minute, the blonde turned his head away.

Frowning, the teen leant back again, confused.

Jim looked up at him, his eyes slightly sadder than before.

"I said whatever you want to, Spock" He explained, "And I mean it too".

He couldn't help but stare at him, half in awe and half confused, before slowly, ever so slowly, leaning forwards once more and brushing his mouth against the blonde's below him.

It was a warm kiss, more soft, more languid, not rushed like before.

Spock couldn't prevent the deep rumbling sound that emitted from his chest as a result.

And eventually, the older man pulled back.


Jim gazed up at him with a strange smile on his face, "Are you... Is that... Are you making that sound?"

The Vulcan felt his cheeks flush as he reluctantly nodded.

"It sounds like... It sounds like purring".

He dropped his gaze.

The blonde full-out grinned, "No way... No way. Are you... You're actually... Are you purring?!"

Spock swallowed thickly and slowly met his inquisitive eyes, "Vulcans share their ancestry with numerous felines... Unfortunately, not all traits have been wiped out through evolution, and the muscles of the larynx alternately dilate and constrict the glottis rapidly, causing air vibrations during inhalation and exhalation... or purring, as you call it, is one of the few traits that remain".

"So what does it mean?"

"The vibrations?"

"The purring" He corrected, "Why do you do it? Is there a reason for it? Can you control it? Can you just turn it off or on whenever you want or is it just an automatic response to-"

"Contentment".

Jim blinked, surprised, "... What?"

"Contentment" Spock replied softly, "It only occurs when I am... content. When I am happy, when I feel safe and... and loved".

"... It hasn't happened much before then, has it?"

"... No".

"I plan on changing that" Jim said, "T'hy'la".

"T'hy'la" He replied gently, kissing him once more.

Almost immediately, the rumbling sound started up again, and Jim pulled back once more with a surprised laugh that made his eyes crinkle at the edges and made his skin just radiate and Spock had to lean forwards to taste that laugh that he's wanted to taste and to join and to own for so fucking long by now.

And it was worth every second of the wait.