The buzz of his door alert startles Spock into wakefulness. Alarmed, he looks down at Jim, still sound asleep, though he is not completely surprised by this, his Ashayam is most likely still exhausted from their...activities. Careful to not disturb him, Spock eases out of his rather cramped bunk, padding over to the comm unit.
"Yes?"
McCoy's voice comes angrily through the speaker.
"Dammit, Spock, what the blazes is going on?! I've buzzed you at least fifteen times, and I can't seem to find Jim anywhere on this blasted ship!"
Spock weighs his answer before replying, McCoy knows...well, enough, anyway, and so far has at least kept silent.
"I can assure you that Jim is safe, Doctor. My apologies for not answering your call immediately, I was...meditating."
A derisive snort follows his poor fabrication.
"Right. You've never ignored more than five, and as to how you know the Captain is...wait. You said 'Jim.' He's with you, isn't he?"
Spock mentally sighs before confirming the furious Doctor's accusation.
"Affirmative. He is presently sleeping, and I do not wish this conversation to wake him from a much-needed rest."
McCoy, psychoanalyst that he is, puts the pieces together.
"Hang on, high adrenaline levels...well I'll be damned. Alright, Spock, just...don't wear him out too much, got it? I'm guessing from your less hostile tone that your symptoms are gone?"
This time, Spock's sigh is audible.
"Understood, Doctor. You are mostly correct in your assessment of my...earlier affliction. Though I would not presume that my symptoms are completely gone, they are greatly reduced in their...intensity."
McCoy's tone is highly amused, and Spock hangs his head, knowing that both he and Jim will never hear the end of this...not if the Doctor can help it.
"Glad to hear it. Should I put you both on temporary bed rest due to unexplained fatigue until we reach Altair VI?"
Spock raises an eyebrow, though McCoy cannot see it.
"I...am uncertain that will be necessary, though perhaps if we can both be spared, it may not be an unwise precaution."
McCoy chuckles, clearly pleased that Spock is uncomfortable and deliberately avoiding attempts to bring the subject out in the open.
"I see. Well, we're about four days out, I'll put you both on for three full solar days, and check on you then. I'll send Nurse Chapel 'round with food trays, and clear instructions to leave them in front of the closed door."
Jim stirs, and Spock quickly agrees, McCoy's barking laughter ringing in his ears as he signs off. Spock quietly crosses the room, trying not to wake Jim, but his Ashayam is already blinking sleep from his eyes. He sees Spock, and a tired, yet pleased grin speads across his face, mirth sparking in his hazel eyes.
"Well. That was...definitely something. Is it always so...intense?"
Spock cocks an eyebrow, clearly expecting a very different reaction.
"I would not know, Jim. This is my first Pon Farr. Though I expect the fever would not be so intense after the first joining, logic holds no place here, and it may well be as...consuming, for each subsequent time."
Jim looks at him with unbridled fondness, love, and, incredibly, a hint of desire.
"I guess we'll just have to conduct our own research."
Spock feels his own desire stir, Jim's suggestion causing thoughts of earlier to surface, he firmly pushes them aside, guilt at hurting his Ashayam still weighing heavily upon him.
"It...would not be, wise, Jim. In my desire, I could hurt you...more than I already have, Ashayam."
Jim, now sitting up, throws him an annoyed look, plainly unconcerned with this prospect.
"Spock, if I can handle what just happened, I highly doubt there's anything you would do that will permanently damage me. Yes, walking is going to be...difficult for a bit, but I'm not exactly a stranger to that particular problem, though it's definitely been awhile. I'm not afraid, and besides...I'd like to return the favor, Ashayam."
Heat races through Spock at Jim's quiet, sincere confession, cock swelling at the thought of his mate taking him...Jim smirks, and Spock belatedly remembers they are still completely nude.
"I think you'd like it if I did, wouldn't you, Ashayam?"
Jim stands up and crosses the room, his voice a throaty purr, challenging his mate to let him be in control...Spock's eyes flash with his own desire, and Jim captures his mouth with his, tongue dancing across and teasing open his lips, heated breath mingling as Spock moans in need, cock twitching against Jim's thigh.
"So eager...patience, Ashayam."
Jim murmurs as he moves from Spock's mouth to trail heated kisses down his neck, pausing to suck at the base of his throat. Spock growls in approval as Jim turns to force him back to the bunk, sharp nips from his teeth encouraging him to move faster.
"Ah! Du oren-tor saris, Ashayam."
Jim lets out a growl of his own, having learned that Spock speaking in Vulcan means his inhibitions are lowered, as his arousal increases.
"Bed. Now."
Jim orders, and the command makes Spock's cock jump, liquid beading from its tip to run glistening down its length. His Ashayam sees, and licks his lips with anticipation. Spock quickly moves to the bunk, barely seating himself on the edge before Jim practically pounces upon him, mouth descending upon his leaking cock, and now Spock understands why his Ashayam had trouble keeping still. Though Jim is also, it seems, unfairly familiar with this act, tongue working both with and opposite the movement of his mouth, alternating speed with slowly taking Spock's length completely into his mouth, at least, as far as he can without choking himself. Spock throws his head back as Jim increases his pressure, tongue somehow winding its own pattern along his shaft.
"Ha! Oh, weht, sanoi, Jim! Ni mao sanosh..."**
Jim hums his pleasure at making his mate beg, and Spock's eyes roll back into his head at the new sensation.
"Thee tvai tor stau me k' sanosh, thou pi-maat'rer komihn!"***
Spock groans, Jim takes pity upon his overwhelmed mate, and with a wet pop releases him from his mouth.
"Too much?"
Spock's head is still tilted back, weight resting upon his arms, his throat bobbing enticingly as he struggles to catch his breath.
"Ha."
Jim grins, he thinks he has figured out some Vulcan words, and he is pretty sure that means "yes." He climbs onto the bunk, and wrapping his arms around him, drags his Ashayam down with him to the mattress.
"Such a mighty, terrifying, lust-filled Vulcan."
He teases Spock gently, knowing the words to be true, bruises mottling his skin in various places tangible evidence. He again runs his tongue along Spock's ear, but this time he is ready for the change in his mate.
"Kiyet. This time, I get to lead."
The use of the word, though not quite correct-pehkaya would be more accurate-coupled with Jim's commanding tone, brings Spock up short, Jim continuing to lave his tongue along his ear, sucking at the lobe. Spock's cock twitches in response, fighting to let his mate be the one to lead, his urge to dominate less so than earlier, but mounting as Jim curls his hand around Spock's cock. His thumb rolls around the tip, Spock moaning his pleasure as his hips buck at the sensation. Jim's breath puffs hot against Spock's ear as his hand pumps his cock, straining against Jim's grip, struggling to roll Jim so he can again bury himself inside his mate.
"Kiyet."
Jim again admonishing him in Vulcan, voice growling his disapproval, Spock growls back, and Jim bites his shoulder in reproach. Firmly, yet not breaking skin, and Spock's eyes roll back in his head at the display of dominance, ceasing his struggles, Jim making a satisfied noise of approval.
"Good, Ashayam. Now roll over."
Spock finds himself eager to obey, Jim roughly pulling Spock's hips as he positions himself behind his mate; Spock groans in pleased submission. Jim smiles in satisfaction, then frowns slightly as he remembers something which he would have appreciated earlier, though he has discovered Vulcans secrete far more than humans.
"I'll do what I can, but this will probably be a bit uncomfortable, and possibly painful, Ashayam. Unless you have some sort of oil, or something similar we could use..."
His voice trails off, uncertain, and Spock gestures to a storage panel near the bed. Jim pads over to it, opening it to find several small, clear bottles, contents translucent, varying shades of yellow and orange, along with two covered jars; curious, he lifts the lids, and a strong, spicy scent wafts up from coarsely powdered, brightly colored pink and red contents. Jim replaces the lids, and fighting a sudden urge to sneeze, grabs the bottles and quickly returns to the bunk.
"Which one?"
He holds them out, and Spock selects the lightest one, contents a pale yellow. Jim sets the rest on the floor and climbs back on the mattress, eager to continue what he started, Spock reflexively moving closer, equally impatient. Kneeling behind Spock, Jim again roughly grabs his hips, pulling him close, pressing against him, carefully, not wanting to slip and cause discomfort. Spock grinds against him, and Jim smacks his hip in admonition, feeling his cock jump at Spock's groan of pleasure. He spanks him, then, harder this time, and Spock moans, hips writhing in his grip, grinding himself against his mate's cock. Jim grins, pleased at his discovery, mentally noting it for future lovemaking, though he cannot resist delivering several more spanks, Spock cries out, relishing the stinging burn.
"Ah! Va'ashiv, va'ashiv, I eit'jae thee, Jim!"****
Grin widening at his ability to break Spock's composure, Jim runs his hands over his mate, soothingly, before swiftly applying a few more spanks; Spock keens, a flush of green spreading under the surface of heated skin. Satisfied that his mate is now sufficiently aware that he is in control, Jim settles back on his heels and opens the small bottle, releasing a fragrance he can't quite place, a unique blend of woodsy citrus, but holding a subtle note of something deeper, more intense. Pouring a small amount into his palm, he carefully replaces the cap, setting the bottle off to the side before slicking the oil over his cock, lips parting in his own moan of pleasure as he coats himself with the slightly cool liquid. Panting, he again presses up against Spock, holding still, enjoying the closeness, desiring to push further, but holding back, despite the recent audible evidence of mild pain causing pleasure, he does not wish to hurt his Ashayam. Spock, impatient, grinds into him, hard, and the knowledge of his Ashayam being completely lost to the fire in his blood undoes him, his strangled cry of triumph joining with Spock's shout of pained pleasure as he claims him.
"...you alright?"
Short, rapid breaths huff against Spock's ear as Jim leans forward, concerned, voice husky with desire.
"Ha."
Spock's reassurance comes between rapid breaths of his own, heart hammering in his side, reveling in the sensation of his Ashayam inside him. Several long moments pass before Jim begins to move, Spock's request for him to do so dying on his lips as new pleasure builds between them, his Ashayam holding him close, hips rolling in slow, deep thrusts.
"Feels so good, Spock...oh, Christ, feels so good..."
Limbs trembling, deep in his chest Spock rumbles his agreement, though after some time he finds himself wishing his Ashayam were not quite so restrained with his movements. As though reading his thoughts, Jim repositions himself, gripping Spock's hips firmly before increasing his pace.
"Ha, Ashayam, aishan ni...ah! Oh...sahris, sahris, sanoi, Jim!"*****
Though in Vulcan, his Ashayam seems to understand, crying out in pleasure as Jim drives into him, hips rolling back to match his thrusts.
"Ohhhh, God...God, God, Spock...oh, Ashayam..."
Jim adjusts his grip, strong hands coaxing his mate to shift slightly, and Spock comes apart at his next thrust as it hits something within him.
"Ah! Oh, Ashayam, oekon...oekon!"******
Whatever he thought had been pleasure before, it was nothing compared to this...resting his weight upon his forearms, he submits fully to his Ashayam. Noticing the change in his mate, Jim places a hand on his back, firmly keeping Spock in place, hips snapping as he builds to his own release, yet determined to first satisfy his Ashayam.
"Ashayam, ah, oekon...ni mao sanosh...oekon...oh, sanoi, sanoi, Ashayam, katau t'nash-veh sadalaya!"*******
Unwittingly, Jim grants his plea with a few more fierce thrusts, spilling into his mate with a victorious cry as he feels Spock clench around him, his own release spilling across the mattress. Jim slides over Spock's back, pressing a kiss to his skin before turning his head and laying his cheek against his Ashayam, lips curling into a contented smile as he listens to the beat of his heart, enjoying the slightly odd feeling as his head rises and falls with Spock's breathing, without thinking he whispers three words he has rarely told anyone else...and never before really understood how it should feel.
"I love you."
Spock pauses in his gradually slowing breaths, fear gripping Jim's chest as his brain belatedly catches up with his still racing heart, shock washing over him as he realizes what he said, and that he meant it. He rolls over and sits up, starting to explain as Spock turns to look at him with an unreadable expression, common enough before, but strange now after his displays of passion.
"Spock, I-"
Jim falters as Spock takes his hand, running long fingers over and between his...deep affection fills his dark eyes, warming them so they glow like polished obsidian.
"I ashaya thee, t'nash-veh Jim. Thou danik duhik komihn."********
Fear loosening in his chest at "ashaya," Jim wryly smiles at him.
"Can I ask for a translation?"
Spock raises an eyebrow in amusement before replying, lips twitching with a small smile of his own.
"Ha."
After a lengthy pause, Jim rolls his eyes in exasperation.
"May I have a translation? ...please."
Taking pity on his Ashayam, Spock continues to run his fingers over his hand...though he only translates the first part.
"I love thee, my Jim."
Relief chases away the remaining fear, somehow hearing Spock say the words in Standard makes everything real, bolstering Jim to repeat them, voice quiet but firm as he looks sincerely into his Ashayam's eyes.
"I love you, Spock."
Jim brings their joined fingertips to his lips, Spock shuddering as he feels soft kisses press against his sensitive skin, arousal again stirring within him. His mate notices, a playful grin spreading across his face, eyes sparking with equal desire.
"I think it's a good thing Bones gave us three days, don't you?"
Spock pulls his mate to him, heated lips again meet his, and his Ashayam non-verbally agrees as they lose themselves in each other, while finding something so much more than anything either had ever known.
Vulcan Translations:
*Ah! You learn quickly, my beloved.
**Yes! Oh, more, please, Jim! So much pleasure...
***Thee mean to kill me with pleasure, thou cruel human!
****Ah! Again, again, I beg thee, Jim!
*****Yes, beloved, just so...ah! Oh...faster, faster, please, Jim! (Actually "quickly," but faster did not translate)
******Ah! Oh, my beloved, gods...gods! (Vulcan seems to use singular and plural forms indiscriminately, or at least the translator I am using appears to do so, I am again modifying the translation based on sentence structure)
*******Beloved, ah, gods...so much pleasure...gods...oh, please, please, my beloved, bring me my release!
********I love thee, my Jim. Thou most foolish human.