ONE HOUR LATER…

"Captain's log; star date two two six one point five," Jim paused, he hadn't really thought through what he was going say in his report. How could he sum up everything that had transpired in the last twenty four hours? What they had experienced and the people they had met, would the Federation even believe them?

"Is something wrong, Captain?" Spock enquired from his science station on the bridge.

Jim swivelled his captain's chair to face Spock, "I think I will make my report after some rest," he sprung up from his chair and headed to the turbo lift, "Coming, Mr Spock?"

"Of course, Captain," Spock had deemed everything under control at his station, so he passed it over to another crew member and followed the Captain to the turbo lift.

"I'll be in my quarters if anything happens," Kirk announced to the bridge and stepped into the lift with his first officer.

In the privacy of the turbo lift Spock asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Spock, I just need to get my thoughts in order, take a shower and a nap," Jim assured him just in time for the doors to open with a woosh.

They exited the lift, Spock's hands behind his back, posture correct as he walked half a step behind his captain down the corridor. Just ahead they witnessed two yellow shirts against the wall; they were completely engrossed in each other, so much so that Spock almost didn't recognise Lieutenant Sulu and Ensign Chekov as they passed.

"Take it into your quarters, fellas," Jim reprimanded with a smirk.

"Yes, Captain."

"Sorry, Keptin."

They scurried away in the opposite direction while Kirk and Spock continued down the corridor to their own quarters.

The door wooshed open and closed as the pair entered the room, Jim immediately face-planted the bed, he didn't want to move for at least three days.

"Shall I run us a bath?" Spock asked as he observed how exhausted his bondmate appeared to be.

Reluctantly, Jim lifted his head off of the bed, "No, no, let's just take a quick shower, I'd rather cuddle under the covers."

Spock gave him a look and even if he wasn't becoming an expert in reading Vulcan expressions (or raised eyebrows), the bond told him that Spock was giving him sass, "Oh, shut up."

"I said nothing," Spock protested.

"You didn't have to," Jim laughed, "come on, let's shower," he began to strip as he walked towards the sonic shower in their quarters, leaving clothes strewn all over the floor. Again he could hear Spock scolding him for it through the bond, "I'll pick them up later."

Spock wasn't convinced, but he followed Jim into the bathroom and removed his own uniform and setting it aside a lot more neatly. He switched on the sonic shower and adjusted the settings to their agreed temperature for showering together; a little too hot for Jim and a little too cold for Spock.

Spock entered first, the water streamed over his body and he instantly felt fresher, Jim was too busy checking himself out in the mirror, which Spock couldn't complain about because it gave him a lovely view of Jim's firm ass.

When Jim finally joined his bondmate in the shower, Spock had already completed half of his washing routine.

"You missed a spot," Jim told him with a cheeky smile.

"I do not believe so," Spock replied as he scrubbed his arms.

Jim lathered his hands in the Starfleet regulation shower soap and said, "I think you did, right…here," he slid his fingers up each side of Spock's neck to his earlobes and massaged them gently with his soapy fingers.

Spock let out a shallow gasp that would have been swallowed by the noise of the water except Jim saw the expression on Spock's face. As Jim worked his digits up the shell of those pointed ears, Spock shuddered and his skin, prominently in his cheeks and ear tips, flushed green.

"Jim…"

"Yes, Spock?"

"You know what that does to me."

Jim pressed in closer, "And you know that is the point."

There was a split second where Jim thought maybe Spock wasn't in the mood, the Vulcan's face was like stone, and then Spock held up two fingers so Jim could see. A grin spread on Jim's face as he relinquished one ear to meet Spock's fingers in a Vulcan kiss, and then their lips met in a searing human kiss.

Jim's fingers stroked, caressed and rubbed Spock's digits, while his mouth did the human equivalent. Spock's free hand gripped that firm ass and crushed their bodies together, Jim could tell immediately that Spock was thoroughly enjoying himself; his wasn't the only interested party trapped between their stomachs.

What Jim was doing to his hand was beyond obscene, and so unbelievably stimulating, Spock was already fully erect. Without warning, he gripped both of Jim's wrists and flipped them around so that Jim was now pinned against the wall of the shower. Spock reached for the water resistant lube they kept in the shower, for just such an occasion, and applied it to his fingers.

The Vulcan easily found his bondmate's hole, and almost as easily slid in one finger in a single try; Jim was obviously still a little stretched, they had been intimate right before their last mission, and the night before that too. They had a lot of sex, and Spock still couldn't understand how their intercourse related to rabbits, but he had just accepted it was another one of those human sayings that he would never completely understand.

He achieved two fingers without much resistance, Jim moaned into his mouth as they kissed, but he made sure Spock wasn't being left unattended; one hand was tangled up in Spock's free hand and the other was stroking the deep green erection in time with each thrust of Spock's two…Jim cried out…three fingers.

Suddenly everything stopped and Jim was gripped on each ass cheek and lifted off the ground, his legs wrapped around Spock's waist as his back hit the wall again, which drove a short grunt from Jim's open mouth. Spock reached for the lube again with one hand.

"To use a human phrase, 'you are driving me nuts'," Spock exclaimed, and it was the truth, Jim had discovered all of Spock's most sexually responsive regions a while ago and he knew exactly how to use it to his advantage.

"Good, now are you going to fuck me into this wall or do I have to find someone who will?"

Without warning, Spock pushed his lube slicked tip through the warm rings of muscle and growled. Jim also knew how to push Spock's buttons, especially during sex, and Spock being possessive of him was extremely hot in Jim's opinion, and mingled with how turned on he could make Spock; it resulted in some of the best sex.

"Yes!" Jim tried to push himself further onto Spock's length, and the Vulcan obliged by thrusting deeper into his bondmate.

Spock kept going until his was completely sheathed inside Jim, "Mine," he rumbled.

Jim shivered, the sound of Spock's voice headed directly south, and then Spock pulled out and slammed back into him, "Fuck," Jim gasped in pleasure, his eyes fluttered closed and Spock set a punishing pace, showing off his Vulcan strength and stamina. One arm was around Spock's neck, his fingers skimmed over the sensitive ear he could reach, while his other hand gripped his own erection but Spock shooed his hand away and pressed his fingers to the meld points on Jim's face.

Amidst the moans and curses escaping Kirk's mouth, he gasped as their minds became one, their pleasure overlapped until Jim couldn't tell whether he was the one fucking or being fucked; it was just one big loop of pleasure. He could feel everything and he knew Spock could too, it was super intense but bringing the mind meld to bed had brought a whole new level to sex that he'd never known before Spock.

Spock adjusted his one handed grip of Jim which changed his position against the wall and allowed Spock to go deeper inside his bondmate, he was searching for that one thing he knew would tip Jim over the edge right now.

"Spock, Spock, Spock," Jim chanted, though whether it was in their minds or out loud or both, he wasn't sure, and then sparks lit up behind closed eyelids and he came, the orgasm arched his body; Spock had hit his mark.

Jim screamed out his pleasure, and it didn't end, he could still feel the need for release in his mind, though he knew it was Spock's. The Vulcan fucked his bondmate as hard as he knew he could without breaking him and soon Spock released deep inside Jim with a wild cry. It was almost like a second orgasm to Jim, and he cried out with Spock.

They stayed exactly like that while the water beat down around them as they both panted coming down from their post orgasmic high. Once Jim's heart had stopped racing, he found his words again.

"Spock?"

"Yes, ashayam?"

"Aren't you related to Sherlock Holmes?"

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Vulcan translation: ashayam = beloved