Disclaimer: Star Trek is not mine nor do I claim to own it. This is purely a work of fiction.
Warnings for all of Chapter Two…so not all may apply to this post in specific, but expect it to show up: Language is kinda heavy here…at least form a certain Doctor of ours (Wink-Wink). Lol. Also there will be anger, angst, comfort, heavy loving (SMUT!), fluff, and hmm…other surprises in store for chapter two.
Warning2: Really. This chapter is m/m, smut, slash, etc. Also some light fluff and lingering angst but barely. Basically some loving to tie over for all the hurt so far. So, yah. Don't like don't read : )
AN: Second attempt at spirk scene...on the heavier side. So, besides the blushing fit on my end, haha. I hope you all enjoy. : )
The One I've Loved
Chapter Two (Part Three):
Sand.
It sunk and expanded with each step that he took. No matter which way he looked the sand rose and fell leaving a vast openness with no hint of an ending. It was different this time.
The sand was white like fine salt grains, and this time no mirrors stuck up out of the dunes or lay shattered around him. This time it was just sand. Expanse and continual; nothing but miles of miles of it leaving him stuck. Leaving him alone with infinite possibilities of which heading to take.
His feet seemed compelled to drag him one way but then suddenly he would find himself back tracking or meeting his own steps once more.
He sunk to the ground exhausted and alone.
Only when it seemed like all was going wrong did he notice the sound of crunching sand. As another set of feet made their way towards his position.
You are not alone. Never alone.
Jim sighed out an exhausted but hopeful sigh and turned from his position to welcome Spock. To allow himself to welcome the understanding that even when all seemed too much and an impossible trek back to reality; that there is hope. That he is not alone.
He turned recalling these events each time in a different manner but usually the same.
He would return to his Vulcan and either: continue with a pleasant dream, or wake to find himself in the arms of the very Vulcan in his dreams.
Spock
Barely a mouthed syllable before he pivoted to greet the other.
Barely a blink before his eyes took in all the red.
No longer were the sands pristine and white. Now they were stained with a viscous liquid.
What have you done?
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"Jim?"
His eyes clenched shut at the words and took a shaky breath as they cracked open again. Opened up to an entirely different setting.
Grass.
A field with life and abundance of warmth. He was still sitting perched against a tree shadowed from a none-existent sun just trying to reign in his thoughts.
The holodeck. How could he have forgotten that he was here? How did he allow his mind to wander so far from his surroundings and wind up where he had.
Blue lifted to meet auburn, and realized that Spock had shifted now to join him upon the grassy field. Spock whose eyes held a mixture of concern but also confusion. Probably well-deserved confusion at that. Jim could only imagine the sight he made looking around as if surprised by the surroundings he found himself in; even though he had been the one to plug it in to the projector.
"May I request where you had gone just now?"
Spock wasn't one to beat around the bush. At times he would remain silent, or determine silence the better option, if he felt the situation required a less direct approach. Apparently this wasn't one of those times.
"Go away, I am still mad at you." Jim wasn't one to dance around a subject either and now that he was fully aware of the Vulcan before him; he was reminded why he was in the holodeck in the first place.
"A fact that has not slipped my notice. However, I have come to a conclusion that I no longer wish for you to hold this anger towards me any longer than you already have."
Spock shifted enough to place himself alongside Jim but still facing the other, still hovering just before the other.
"Oh did you now? And what if I disagree? What if I feel I have every right to remain angry at you for longer than I already have?"
Spock seemed to believe the best response to this was to not respond at all. Rather he leaned forward and promptly caught Jim's lips with his own in a chaste kiss. However, when Jim tried to delve deeper Spock pulled back to gaze upon the other.
"I may try and persuade you otherwise."
Cool fingers lifted to stroke at smoothed skin leaving a pleasant trill at the touch. Jim lifted his gaze wordlessly at the touch; tilting into it to further the contact, and yet struggling with the idea that he should want to pull away.
His thumb stroked soothingly at the skin of Jim's cheek.
Jim hummed and allowed for Spock to angle his chin up to clash lips once again. Yet, again as Jim tried to deepen the action Spock pulled away. Though, this time remaining to slid down and place feather light kisses along the expanse of his now exposed throat. The gentleness and care mixed pleasantly with the tingling warmth each press of the lips brought with it.
"A-and how do you see that working out…?" Jim breathed out his head already falling back against the tree in order to allow the Vulcan more room to work. Light kisses turned into loving bites quickly soothed over by a silken tongue.
A moan began to work its way up towards his lips but before any sounds could escape Spock pulled away again. The moan morphed into a groan of frustration as the Vulcan pulled just out of reach, "Do you still hold anger towards me, my Jim?"
"Keep going…I think it might've been working." Jim breathed out reaching to pull the Vulcan back down and against him. Letting their lips meet once again, though this time in a fierce battle of desire, but with lingering anger wishing to be smothered like the remnants of an unwanted flame. It would be easy to grow out of control if left to its own devices or urged onwards. However, handled carefully, it could be put out.
Jim pulled the Vulcan's hips to settle firmly on top of his own bucking up in an effort to gain some much wanted friction. Spock seemed more than welcomed to comply as he drove his groin against Jim's own.
Their fierce kisses seemed to melt into a simple desire to taste the other. A hum of content settled from Jim as Spock gave willingly to all his unspoken requests.
However, as the actions changed from fierce to lax, the desire began to bud and a new sort of kindling was beginning to grow as Jim's hands pressed against the Vulcan's hips and back urging for more.
Their position and surroundings seemed to hover over everything else and slowly Spock settled to stop Jim's action. Coaxing the other into a less passionate kiss. One that spoke of sweetness and love rather than lust and need. Clashing of lips turned into soft movements until finally Spock left only a single kiss pressed to the corner of his lips before nuzzling against into the crook of Jim's neck.
"Ashayam…you should have informed me."
Spock's words were a comforting and warm breath against sensitive skin; sending a pleasant shiver along Jim's spine but not urging him back towards the earlier drive.
"Bones told you then?"
"I had begun to expect, but after you had fled the bridge the good doctor insisted that I not leave until it was known exactly what you had sacrificed on my behalf."
"Spock."
"I had not requested for you to make such decision concerning me. I regret that I had not thought earlier on to seek out answers to such questions that have plagued your every thoughts. I, however find myself unsure on why it was you believed I would not wish to assist you with this task." Spock pulled back to gaze down at Jim, his hand still resting upon the others cheek returned to the gentle caressing it had done earlier.
"I can understand your fear Jim, know that I would rather remain with you as much as you seem to desire to remain beside me. So, I request you no longer convince yourself that I will one day wake and this desire will disappear. You are my T'hy'la, my other half. I will never love another as I do you."
Jim's expression softened as he lifted enough to press a lingering kiss to the Vulcan before settling back once more.
"That word should have a warning applied with it." Jim huffed out his eyes bright and loving as they gazed back at the Vulcan, any sign of lingering anger completely washed away. "May cause hearts to turn to goo upon spoken."
"The word goo is unknown to me Jim? Though, I believe I understand the meaning supplied by the context of your sentence."
"You make loving you easy, Spock." Jim replied as an answer and chuckled at the warmth emitting back from the Vulcan's auburn eyes. "You're lovely." Jim breathed out still amazed time and again that he was truly here. Truly living this life he had never expected to return to let alone hope for.
"Thank you, Ashayam."
Jim smiled at the obviously uncomfortable response to the complement. He wouldn't push the subject of the Vulcan being modest now, instead focusing in on Spock's earlier comment.
"Spock, you have to understand that I wasn't kidding when I said I'm not quite ready to be back yet. I know everyone is just holding onto threads when it comes to trying to wait for me to get back, but I'm not there yet. I am getting there though."
"So, then I may be inclined to believe that you are not intending to accept the admiral position they are planning to offer you?"
"Where you all listening in to our conversation?" Jim laughed out at this, taking it surprisingly better than the Vulcan had imagined when he let the sentence slip without further consideration on what he had just revealed.
"Lieutenant Uhura may have been privy for a part of the conversation. However, she was aware that we had been informed that it was a private affair. She believed that an urgent message from the admirals exempted regards for privacy."
"Until she overheard what we were discussing?"
"Affirmative." Spock's response was simple and to the point, similar to Jim's usual 'got it in one' comment.
Jim seemed fine with that for it allowed him to return to his earlier state of mind. "Even if I was prepared to take back captaincy I would've done the same. I no longer want to think about life as day by day. I've lived so long under those standards, because that was just the life I have always had. I never knew what tomorrow would bring so would take each day as if it could be my last. I don't want that anymore. I have you now, and you've grounded me in a whole new way that I've never known before. So, when it comes to risking what we have I'd rather not leap right into this fight.
"When I get captaincy back, and I will, I don't want them to tear us apart. I won't survive if they do that. So, I know that I should've told you, but relationships…they never really last when it comes to me. I felt foolish, but I'd prefer to be safe than sorry. Know that I was always planning on telling you as soon as I had found some way around these new regulations."
"Very well. You are forgiven."
"How kind of you." Jim teased, "Now that I have answered your concerns may I return to enjoying your soothing my anger away."
"I believe that I have already accomplished this feat Jim."
"Very well, than I wish to continue to enjoy your company, and your mouth, and your hands…" Jim trailed off letting his lips brush against the Vulcan's upon the word and his hand lifted to wrap around the others.
Spock allowed this going so far as to return the open mouth kisses and part his lips to the exploring desires of the other. It was while keeping preoccupied with these ministrations that Jim seemed to not truly notice the Vulcan altering their position against one another. It was with complete disregard to everything besides the taste of the Vulcan's tongue against his own or the feel of silken hair beneath his touch, that Jim remained unaware.
At some point Jim's legs were altered to wrap around the Vulcan's waist. At some point Jim's arms shifted to cling fully to the other. Yet, as Spock rose to stand it became suddenly clear what had all transpired.
Jim's legs were caught up by the Vulcan's hands, resting one upon his upper thigh to keep him in place and the other at the small of his back keeping him pressed up close.
The change in position was startling enough that Jim pulled away from the Vulcan's lips and his arms slid around to hold on behind Spock's neck.
"Spock!" Jim cried out in amusement as the other walked as if Jim was no added weight at all. "Alright, fine I get your point, set me down and we can walk."
"I prefer you as you are." Spock replied evenly and Jim most definitely caught that spark in those auburn eyes at the words.
"Oh no you will not carry me all the way back down to our room. I'm not some child!" Jim huffed trying to unwrap himself from the Vulcan but finding the other had managed to secure Jim's placement against him.
"I-I command you to put me down!" Jim chided, but then gasped out a surprised exhale as suddenly his position changed. He recalled only one other time being carded around in such a manner and it was back with Giotto. He felt like a sack of potatoes as Spock effortlessly swung him over his shoulders.
"As you are still currently not my Captain I respectfully refuse to acknowledge your request."
Jim couldn't stop the laughter at the situation. Even now as they were making their way through the halls he was unsure if he should be angry or stunned by the Vulcan's display.
Amusement seemed the only card capable of surfacing as well as annoyance. At least it was late enough at night that they managed to only pass one cadet and if the surprised gasp was anything to go by, Jim was sure this would be the talk of tomorrow if not the week.
"I will find some way to get you back for this." Jim huffed out but was cut short as he was hoisted back over and landed with an oomph upon their bed.
Spock crawled along the length of Jim settling just so against the other; so that the friction stirred away the annoyance and humor and drove lust and need back into play.
Jim's hands lifted almost immediately to pull the Vulcan down further and met in a quickly building kiss. One that didn't linger long as suddenly realization that too many clothes stood in the way.
Shirts went first and Spock paused to catch a pebbled nipple between his teeth only to soothe out the bite with a lathering tongue. He may not have been as responsive to such stimulation, but enjoyed how such a small action could immediately bring his mate to a writhing, moaning, incoherent mess.
"ngh!" Jim cried out arching against the others mouth as he swapped to pay attention to the other. As this continued his fingers trailed lower and set to work freeing Jim from the confines of his pants.
Jim caught on and his fingers lowered to assist in shimming out of the constraining and no longer necessary article of clothing; allowing his boxers to slide off alongside it.
"You too." Jim breathed clawing at the Vulcan's own bottoms in an effort to even out the playing field. It didn't take long for them to get rid of the remaining pieces of clothing. Finally leaving the pair to once again take in the fullness of each other. "So…stunning…mine." Jim practically purred the words as he pushed Spock back down upon the bed.
Open mouth kisses trailed down the length of the Vulcan heading to the desired location. There wasn't any teasing or foreplay as Jim dove right in to take what he wanted, humming in appreciation around the gift.
His tongue mapped out the length and he sucked and bobbed until those almost none existent gasps escaped past the Vulcan's lips. He continued further driving more sounds out before Spock seemed to deem it enough. Their positions changed without much notice as Spock took to returning the favor. However, his goal was beyond just pulling noises from his mate as he worked the organ to completion relishing in the orgasmic cry torn from kiss-bruised lips.
Sated and lax Jim fell back upon the bed, his legs parted and welcoming for what more was to come. Fingers slid in effortlessly. Two quickly followed by three until they were pumping in without restraint and curling in search.
A gasp and an arch brought desire brimming back through Jim's entire being. With the spot found, fingers worked effortlessly in pulling Jim back up to meet Spock's own arousal. Jim was gasping and pleading for more and not to stop. Unsure truly what he wanted as his mind fell into the warm haze brought out by such events.
Spock complied with the former sinking in to the tight passage slowly until the two of them were one.
Jim's channel clenched at the intrusion as if to keep it in but his hips rocked compelling movement. Requesting more.
Thrusts were languid but quickly increased in speed until skin slapped against skin and both parties were lost in the rhythm; in the heat of the moment. Driving against the other to seek out completion.
Spock's fingers stroked along Jim's face allowing the other flashes of what he himself felt; pulling shocks of ecstasy from Jim's lips as he was continually worked into. Jim's own hands clasped firmly to the Vulcan holding on with one hand while the other remained twined with Spock's free hand.
A shift in position and Spock was striking that spot once more and Jim's mind was lost. His head thrown back as wave after wave fell over him. Spock allowing himself to be dragged alongside.
"God…I love you."
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"Jim...Bond with me?"
Jim hummed in acknowledgement and breathed out a question that rang loudly at the request, "Already bonded...I thought?"
"I wish to return to my people...to complete a traditional bonding ceremony and fully link our minds and our persons as one."
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"Wait so basically you're asking me to marry you?"
