A/N – Sorry this took so long! I've tried to make this as un-porny as I can – not sure how well I've managed! I reckon 1 more chapter before a time skip.

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Kairi Ann - Its a bit short, but theres smex so I hope that makes up for it!

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A sliver of sunlight trickled through the curtains, falling gently on the bed in the centre of the darkened room and its occupants. The light shone in Jim's eyes, causing him to grumble lightly as he scrunched his face in a futile effort to remain asleep. He hadn't slept that well is so long, he felt warm and content for the first time since he had returned to Earth. He snuggled further into the warmth underneath him, still not realising exactly what he was doing – Jim had never been good in the mornings.

Jim breathed in loudly; sniffing at what he believed was his blanket before he choked in shock. His bed didn't have silk sheets. 'Oh God... this isn't my bed. What have I done?' Jim began to shake in self disgust 'Please... I can't have been unfaithful. Oh please...'

Jim could feel his heart beating rapidly at his ribcage as he worked up the courage to open his eyes. 'Just open your eyes. Stop acting like a child.'

The blonde forced his eyes open, to come face to face against a naked chest. A very pale green naked chest with strong muscles. Jim's breath caught as he raised his eyes to take in the still sleeping face of a Vulcan. He could see the strong jaw, thin nose and pointed ears in the little light from the ruffled curtains. The features were very familiar, he had thought of nothing else every night for almost 7 years.

Jim could feel the tears flowing from his eyes as he sobbed softly, clutching onto the Vulcans slightly thin chest. It was Striyon – his husband.

Striyon woke from the greatest dream he had ever had. His beautiful ashayam had been curled on his chest while he stroked through the soft golden hair. It had been incredible.

He sighed, eyes opening as he took in the familiar darkness of his room. The he heard soft sobbing as something thudded into his chest.

It had actually happened, Jim was there. Striyons eyes swept across the smooth skin and reached the teary eyes staring at him.

"Jim..." Striyon smiled as he pulled the blonde back to his chest, inhaling his scent as he clenched his arms. "I finally found you. My ashayam."

Striyon gently moved his hands up and down the humans back, stroking the soft tanned skin with his sensitive fingertips, closing his eyes as the pleasurable fluttering against skin caused his body to heat.

"I-Is it time for..." Jim trailed off, worrying his lip as he refused to look at his bonded.

The Vulcan gently raised Jims face to look in his eyes with a small twitch of his lips, "Yes, it will start soon. I apologise that I am not able to delay Pon Farr longer. I wish for nothing but a few days lying next to you without such pressures."

Jim scoffed before smirking as he regained some of his old bravado, "Oh please, you don't regret it... pervert."

"I cannot deny that I will find great enjoyment from your body - as I intend to reciprocate." Striyons eyes displayed a very un-vulcan twinkle before he lowered his lips to Jims shoulder in a tender kiss.

Jim moaned as the kiss connected, pushing his hips forward as his blood surged from the long awaited contact. His hands clutched Striyons head and carded roughly through his hair.

Striyon followed the line of Jim's clavicle (collar bone) to the centre of his chest, leaving marks, his claim on Jim's skin with possessiveness he forgot he had. Jim's moans encouraged him to bite harder, suck longer and lick the soft skin enthusiastically, like a cat lapping milk.

The Vulcan was fighting his urges now as the familiar heat built, threatening to flood him with uncontrollable lust. He knew he didn't have long; he had to prepare his ashayam quickly or it would be too late.

Striyon started off slowly, just stroking the human's hips, gently nudging the hidden treasure between his cheeks as he came closer. His first finger slipped in slowly, mindful of Jim's pained gasp before he moved it luxuriously, savouring the compression around his sensitive tip, wondering how it would feel with more fingers engulfed in the tight heat.

Once the blonde had relaxed enough, Striyon pushed in another finger, stifling his own moan of pleasure. His hypothesis had been confirmed – two fingers were definitely more stimulating than one.

As he continued to stretch his bonded, the Vulcan began to breath more deeply in an effort to subdue the impending heat of Pon Farr.

Jim unconsciously grinded his hips into the Vulcan above him and his control broke with an almost audible snap.

Striyon pushed Jim onto his hands and knees, forcing him further onto the bed with a feral growl and wasted no time in pushing himself into the smaller man. Jim muffled his shout in the pillow, clutching desperately at the bed linen as Striyon began to move.

Striyon moved like a man possessed. His thrusts grew harder and more animalistic as he continued, his deep grunts and growls combined with Jims higher moans and whimpers of undisguised rapture as his prostrate was viciously battered.

When Jim finally overflowed for the first time, Striyon followed closely behind before collapsing on top of his heated body as they both regained their breath. It was barely five minutes before Jim felt the reawakening organ within him stiffen as he was turned over to lie on his back.

Jim stared into his Vulcans eyes, mesmerised by the wildness in them, the complete lack of control brought on by Pon Farr. Striyon began to thrust again with no warning, causing him to gasp with wide eyes as they regained their rhythm.

Jim knew he was moaning like a whore but couldn't bring himself to care past the amazing shudders racking his body with every stab at his prostate. He grabbed Striyons hair to drag him in for a kiss, but whined as the Vulcan refused to budge. Striyon continued to just stare down at his flushed face as their pace increased rapidly, the soft thwack of skin against skin becoming a crescendo of frenzied movements as both sought their release.

Jim gasped for breath, unable to see past the shining light his orgasm created. He could dimly feel Striyon continuing his rapid thrusts as he fought to remain awake. His eyes finally shut as the Vulcan roared in completion.

It had been four days of mind exploding sex; Jim had lost count after the 30th round but suspected his bonded had kept count. The blonde was unable to move from the bed for anything, even the food and water that was brought in by another Vulcan as Striyon growled violently from the bed. He was simply too sore and chafed due to the excessive use of certain parts of his anatomy.

Jim was ashamed to admit he had relished the difference in Striyon between the sixteen year old and the breathtaking man he had become. He seemed so much more... dominating. The force behind his movements and the unapologetically harsh thrusts were thrilling, particularly when coupled with his intense eyes that refused to move from Jim's face.

Jim shivered with lust as the hands on his hips began to move again, stroking his now soiled skin. It looked like Striyon was ready again.

Jim grinned tiredly as the Vulcan rolled on top of him with a rumbling purr.

'It's a hard job but someone's got to do it!'

Ashayam - Beloved

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