This particular chapter has made it where I don't feel safe leaving T rating I've given this fanfic intact. While I don't jump completely from story to smut, it gets pretty steamy this time. As of now, the rating of this fanfic will be M to cover my butt. You've been warned.

Ch 4: Break Down

Spock managed to keep his composure until he reached his room. He closed the door and laid his back against it. The breathing he had tried so hard to keep even and calm was now ragged and labored. His normal direct gaze flickered and darted. His typically emotionless face showed an array of emotions: fear, confusion, embarrassment, and more than anything else, sadness. Spock had not only shown him his future relationship with Kirk, but he had also completely explained the Nero situation as he had to Kirk. He now knew, and felt, everything that his former part did.

Spock's knees buckled. He fell to the floor on all fours. While logic told him not all of the emotions he felt were specifically his alone, it did not relinquish their hold on him. He now no longer merely felt the pain of his lost mother and home planet, as well as most of his race, but he now felt the great heaviness of guilt that plagued Prime's heart. For the first time since he was a child, tears welled out of his eyes. Uncontrollable sobs cut off his breath and forced his body to the floor. His forehead touched the floor as he cried his soul out. He cried the tears of a son without his mother and a man who had failed his people.

A knock came at the door, startling Spock. Prime's voice came muffled through the door. "Spock? Are you well? It is normal to be overwhelmed with emotions when a large amount of information is transmitted through mind meld. I wish to see if you are affected in any way."

At first, Spock feared opening the door and letting his weakness be known to Prime, but then he realized there was no way Prime could not know what he was going through at the time. He shakily lifted himself off the floor and opened the door, not bothering to hide anything. Prime saw his younger self in the exact state he had expected: many shades paler, eyes bloodshot, cheeks wet with fresh tears. Spock's lip trembled as he attempted to calm himself long enough to address Prime, but the pain was too great to hold in and tears continued to flow from his eyes.

It pained Prime greatly to see himself in such a state. He felt his own control break as well as he drew Spock into his arms as a loving father would his son. While the contact threw Spock off, as Vulcans very rarely engage in such personal contact, he welcomed the embrace and let himself cry openly and loudly. Though Prime still held on to some control of his emotions, tears fell from his eyes as well, as the two usually strong men broke down.

Kirk tossed and turned in his sleep. It had been five days since his visit to the bar, and each night, less and less of Spock Prime's emotions and thoughts were plaguing him. However, this didn't come as a welcome relief for Kirk, as his dreams were now riddled with fantasies of Spock. On this night, he saw none of what the mind meld had put into his mind, but instead dreamed of an encounter with Spock.

The Enterprise was quiet, as it tended to be in the 'night' hours when everyone slept. Kirk himself had just stripped down to his Starfleet regulation underwear when a knock came at the door. With a sigh, he grabbed a pair of jeans and began to put them on when the door flew open.

In the doorway stood Spock, in his classic rigid pose. Kirk cried out, urging Spock to leave and allow him time to at least put on pants. Spock did not leave; rather he came into the room and closed the door behind him. Kirk became flustered and fell backwards on to his bed, tangled in his jeans. Spock came even closer until he stood over Kirk on the bed. Kirk scrambled to crawl backwards and away from Spock, fear in his eyes. He urged Spock to leave the room, but he did not. Instead, he climbed on top of Kirk and placed his hands on the bed on both sides of Kirk's head.

Kirk began to pant as Spock stared deep into his eyes. Though he said not a word, his intent was made clear with the intensity in his dark eyes. Behind his calm exterior, lust and want brew violently inside. Spock placed a hand gently on Kirk's face. Despite his anxiety, Kirk couldn't help but enjoy the soft warmth of Spock's hand.

Spock brought his forehead down to Kirk's and closed his eyes. His breath became heavier as he started to lose control of himself. Kirk's head began to spin. His normally promiscuous ways were drastically halted since he had become a Starfleet captain, and this kind of contact had not only been greatly missed, it drove him wild to finally feel it again.

Taking the initiative, Kirk took Spock's lips with his own. Rather than showing surprise, Spock enthusiastically returned the kiss with a kind of passion Kirk never knew he had in him. The soft feel of Kirk's lips on his intoxicated Spock. His tongue slid easily into Kirk's mouth and danced seductively with Kirk's. A moan rumbled in the back of Kirk's throat as his hands slipped under the Vulcan's shirt, feeling the warm flesh underneath.

Breaking the kiss, Kirk flipped Spock onto his back, surprising the Vulcan. Kirk pulled the shirt off and admired the strong torso he had revealed. He placed his hands on Spock's chest and rubbed up and down its length. Spock relished the contact and closed his eyes, a moan escaping from parted lips. Kirk leaned back down and continued their last kiss, only with increased vigor. Spock put his hands on Kirk's head and pulled him even closer, deepening the kiss even more.

Spock rolled back on top without breaking the kiss. His hand moved down the length of Kirk's body and rubbed the front of his underwear. Kirk's body arched, yearning to have more of the delicious feel of Spock's hand between his legs. Spock reached into the underwear and found its target. Kirk's eyes flew open. He broke the kiss and cried out loud. With an uncharacteristic smirk, Spock wrapped his hand around his prize and began to move it methodically up and down. While he did this, he leaned his head down and nibbled on Kirk's neck, fully aware of the responses it would elicit.

Kirk's heart raced, his body squirmed, his eyes fluttered. How the hell could Spock be so skilled at this?!? A familiar sensation welled up in his lower half. His breath grew quicker and his body glowed with sweat. Spock moved his mouth from Kirk's neck to his ear, whispering and then nibbling on his ear. This proved more than Kirk could handle and his world exploded.

Kirk flew up in his bed with eyes wide as plates. Sweat covered his body. He looked frantically around the room, relieved to find himself alone in his old home in Iowa. Although he was not so relieved to find that he not only needed a cold shower, but had also a need for a different pair of underwear. He put his head in his hands and screamed in frustration. He had no idea what was happening to his mind. Perhaps he really had gone too long without any activity if he was having wet dreams of Spock. He threw the covers off and flung himself out of the bed. He was now in dire need of a shower in the worst way imaginable.

As the cold water drenched Kirk from head to toe, he found himself unnerved at the uncharacteristic words that Spock had whispered to him in his dream:

"Now you belong to me."