Author's Note: Alright right, I'll admit, I'm getting bad at posting on time. As a result of this trend and how busy I have recently become, updates to this story will be every other week instead of every week. This will not mean that the chapters will suddenly become longer, most likely they will stay the same average length.

Thank you for your continued support. Please enjoy this new chapter.


Disclaimer: I own none of the Star Trek characters.


Chapter 50

After a few short trips between the Enterprise and the planet to deal with the things for the sehlats, to which Scotty kept teasing them for, the small family was back on the planet surface. There was a small square they were going to relax in before going back to the Enterprise for the night. Spock bought some sandwiches and other hand foods for them all and Pavel set their picnic blanket back up with the twins help. They relaxed in the cool shadow of a building, the twins taking to opportunity to nap after finishing their food. Lyusya had curled herself into a ball wedged between her parents, her bangs falling into her face. Vitaliy fell asleep with his head in Pavel's lap and his arms firmly wrapped around his little sehlat. Lyusya's new pet was curled on the other side of Spock enjoying the absentminded petting the man was giving him. Spock was busy reading something on his PADD, most likely something to do with the science labs. Pavel was working on more corrupt code sent from Daniel. It seemed like there was an epidemic of bad coding going around. It almost made the blonde wish he was back on Earth so he could have better access to the problem.

Feeling the heavy and familiar sensation of eyes on him Spock looked up from the experiment report he was reading. At the edge of the blanket stood his father with a very displeased air about him

"You heard of the incident at the shelter," Spock stated. There was really no other way to explain the elder's presence. Vulcan's, while logical, were notorious for speedily spreading news of interesting happenings. Leonard would have used the word "gossipers" to describe them if he ever found out. Pavel saved his work and looked up from his own PADD not wanting to miss the conversation.

"Indeed," Sarek responded. "Your reaction was unacceptable."

"Yet your actions towards us on Earth vere?" Pavel responded venomously.

"You did not help the situation," Sarek rebuked.

"So you say I should not defend my family? That we should not protect our family?" Spock challenged.

"That is not what I meant."

"Sounded like it," Pavel muttered.

"Did you never protect mother as I have protected Pavel?" Spock asked.

"Of course I did," Sarek responded heatedly.

"Then you understand why I did it."

"Vas zere something else you vanted to talk about?" Pavel asked in a way that could only be described as sassy.

The full blooded Vulcan seemed to fight with himself on whether or not to say something. In the end the man shook his head just the slightest bit and left them. It was obvious he wanted to say more, but was refusing to. Pavel wasn't sure if it was a cowardly decision or not, but he wasn't sure if he would willing to listen to anything else the old Vulcan had to say at this moment.

Suddenly, being on the planet wasn't very appealing.

In a matter of minutes the family plus pets were back aboard the Starfleet Enterprise. Scotty had raised a questioning eyebrow at them, but let them be when Pavel shook his head. Once the twins were in their bed with their still unnamed sehlats curled around them, the two parents found themselves back in their bedroom.

Instead of a Vulcan kiss like he expected, Pavel found himself enveloped in Spock's arms. The secure and happy feeling that had carried him through the day since the incident with Stron seemed to blossom and consume him in that moment.

"Spock?" He lifted his head enough to get a good look at the man.

"I did not ask earlier, but are you well?" the half-Vulcan asked.

"I am vell." The blonde smiled up at him, "I am happy you stood up for us."

He connected their lips in a human kiss. The bond they shared pulsed and sang as the kiss continued, causing a rush of pleasure. Spock pulled him closer, a groan coming from deep within his chest that Pavel responded with a small moan. They pulled apart, both breathing heavily as if they had just been running for their lives. Gently, one of Spock's hands cradled the side of the human's face.

"Pavel, if we do not stop now I will not be able to control myself," the taller man whispered.

Smiling, the younger of the two placed little kisses on Spock's neck. "It is fine. I vant to," he whispered back. With all they had been through, with everything Spock had done to prove himself, Pavel finally felt he could take the next step.

With an almost feral growl Spock kissed him again, keeping them close together as he made his way to the bed. Placing Pavel on the soft sheets of their bed, Spock started a very slow and focused exploration of the smaller male's body. He started with the neck using soft kisses and gentle nips. Hands slowly mapped their way around the small chest of his mate, taking special care to brush over nipples hidden beneath the thin cotton material of the shirt. Pavel squirmed under the touches, retaliating with combing his fingers through thick black hair and tracing those pointed ears. That was rewarded with a groan that was answered by one of his own when Spock pinched his nipples and drew him back into a kiss.

It felt so good to finally not be afraid of this sort of thing anymore. To be able to enjoy kisses and sensual touches after so long without it, so long being afraid of it, was amazing. And that wait did absolutely nothing for his self control. With a whine he tugged Spock's shirt, pulling it loose from black regulation pants. Spock chuckled at him, actually chuckled, and continued torturing the small blonde.

"Spock," he growled in frustration, pulling the blue shirt again trying to make his point clear.

"Yes?" He was grinning at him; Pavel could hear it in his voice.

"Take off ze shirt," the blonde growled. "Get rid of all ze clothes."

Spock kissed him soundly before pulling back. He pulled off his shirt and threw it across the room. "All in good time, have patience Pavel," he said softly while helping Pavel take off his shirt.

"Patience is ower rated," Pavel retorted and nipped at Spock's collarbone, his hands gliding over muscles covered in thick body hair. He had no clue where the rumors of Spock being hairless started, but he had always known they were false.

"Your accent is returning," Spock commented. Momentarily the smaller male couldn't respond from the pleasure of skin to skin contact.

"Vhatewer. Does not matter." Why was Spock taking so long? "Spock, I vant more," he groaned.

"Patience," he murmured.

Then the hands returned to caress the small body, paying special attention to the spots that garnered the loudest responses. Pavel tried to reciprocate; he didn't want to seem as inexperienced as he truly was. His hands shook with nervous anticipation as they glided over strong muscles. A warm hand finally, finally, lightly touched the blonde's erection drawing out a frustrated and desperate moan. Torture; that was what Spock was doing. If he didn't stop soon then Pavel would be finishing before any of the real action started. A little more pressure was applied and lithe hips started moving to gain more friction. He didn't want to cum now, but he was so close that he—

"Hey guys, why won't you—Oh God!"

The voice of none other than Jim Kirk nearly echoed off the walls. Spock whipped around and snarled at the Captain's back, clearly annoyed with the interruption. For his part, Pavel will forever be embarrassed that he squeaked while pulling a blanket over his lap to hide his erection.

"I'm so sorry guys. You weren't answering anybody and—" Spock growled at him again. "I'll see you guys later!" he squealed and ran away.

Pavel fidgeted on the bed as Spock relocked the door. Even with the interruption he was still hard and it was starting to feel uncomfortable. He stood from the bed and was about to go to the bathroom, which was thankfully closed so the twins heard nothing, when he was pulled back to the bed and into Spock's lap, the blanket being tosses to the side.

"S-Spock?" he asked looking up at man. A gasp escaped his lips and his back arched as a hand enclosed around his member and started pumping. The hand moved fast and hot breath ghosted over his neck making him squirm. He could feel Spock's answering hard on pressed against him and he suddenly felt the need to not be the only one getting pleasure. Pushing the hand away with great effort and turned around in Spock's lap. Spock seemed to understand what he wanted and took a firm hold of his hips.

On second thought, Spock was just a tease!

Instead of taking off both their pants, or even just taking both of their members out, he ground their hips together. The friction was unbearable!

"S-Spock, I-I vant—" he gasped, wrapping his arms around Spock's neck as he got closer to the end.

"I know, but not yet," the half-Vulcan huffed back and kissed him.

Unable to hold on any longer, Pavel moaned into the kiss as he came. Spock continued to rub against him as he drifted in euphoria until he too came with a groan.

At that moment, their bond snapped into place causing Pavel to gasp. There were so many feelings, so many vague thoughts. He didn't get time to contemplate it as Spock placed him on the bed. He went to the bathroom and came out with a wet hand towel in a pair of sleep pants. Blushing a bright red Pavel took off his dirty clothes and reached for the cloth only for Spock to clear the mess for him, making his blush worse. Then Spock placed the cloth in a corner to deal with later, very unlike him and it made Pavel itch to put it in the laundry chute. He climbed into the bed and pulled the smaller male to him. Pavel wished he could have stayed awake longer, but the dark abyss of sleep claimed him much sooner than he wanted.