Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek 2009 or anything else connected to the Star Trek franchise.
Warnings:
Slash Spock/Kirk
Sexual content Male x male
AU fic
POSSESSED
Chapter 5 – Decisions
Jim came to a decision a few days later when they still hadn't heard from Sarek. The Vulcan had yet to contact them about anything to do with the Vulcan council or the plan in general.
Spock still unnerved him, slipping in and out of the room to perform his duties, as their routine fell back into place. But it had lessened significantly and he was slowly coming to like the pointy-eared man.
This was made easier now that he knew the reason behind why Spock did what he did and now he knew what it was all for. The anticipation was what had him constantly on edge, so facing it on his own terms was his only option. He needed to prove to himself that he could trust Spock or the whole plan to stop the war would never work.
He waited for Spock's return laid out on his bed, both copies of Alice in Wonderland open in front of him. The texts however did not engage him as they should and he took to fidgeting, picking at the covers.
The beep of the lock startled him in to a sitting position and he hurriedly shoved the books on to the bedside table. His hand shot out to stabilize it when it tilted precariously under the heavy slide of the books.
Spock spotted him almost immediately, eyebrow raised in question.
"We should have sex," Jim blurted, hands darting back to his sides face flushed as he rose to kneel on the bed.
The Vulcan shut the door behind him staring at the Human on his bed, "You wish to engage in coitus?"
"I offered myself to you when I agreed to be your companion," Jim said uncertainty diminishing as he caught the Vulcan off guard.
"You did, I however did not predict you would initiate any form of sexual activity between us," Spock replied regaining his composure, shrugging his jacket off.
"Well I am," Jim confirmed tugging his shirt over his head. In for a penny in for a pound he thought tossing it to the floor.
"I would not presume to force you if you feel obliged," Spock told him eyes returning their focus on his face moving further into the room his jacket dropping to the floor.
"Your not Spock," Jim stood needing the Vulcan to believe his resolve, "I agreed to be your companion, you said this was part of the package. And I need to do this, I need to know I can…" Jim trailed off not fully ready to confess everything arms coming to wrap around himself as he looked away.
Spock however understood, "I will stop if you ask it of me."
Jim nodded pushing his pants down before sliding back onto the bed. He could feel his hands trembling but he pushed his anxieties aside. Instead he turned to, for the first time, appreciate Spock's masculine form. While he had refused to admit it before, he thought Spock had a very nice form, watching as it was revealed to him. All slim muscles and sharp angles, softened by the curl of black hair scattered over his chest and running down to meet the slit where the head of his double ridged penis poked out in arousal.
He licked his lips nervously as Spock came towards him, his own arousal rising. His eyes followed the Vulcan's every movement as he paused over the bedside table and reached into the draw to pull out a jar of oil.
"We will require lubrication, if I am to prevent harm to you," Spock informed him unnecessarily. Jim nodded sliding back into the pillows to allow the Vulcan room to kneel beside him.
They stared at each for much longer then necessary, an awkward silence filling the room as Spock's hand flexed around the jar.
Jim sat up crowding into the Vulcan's space. If he wanted this to be on his terms then he may as well start it he thought pressing his lips against Spock's.
It took Spock a moment before he mimicked Jim, allowing their lips to slide together before pulling away his deep brown eyes to study the human before him.
"A human kiss?" he questioned.
"You've never?" Jim asked back a little shocked that he'd just stolen the Vulcan's first kiss.
"I have only experienced the action with platonic affection to a cheek or forehead," Spock replied, eyes darting down to take in Jim's plump mouth, glistening with a hint of saliva.
"Then how do Vulcan's kiss?" Jim whispered pressing closer, Spock's uncertainty allowing him more confidence.
"Our hands," Spock murmured, his lips just brushing against Jim's as they formed the words.
"Like what your parents were doing," Jim leaned back a little, the whole touching hands thing falling into place.
"Yes," Spock breathed ultimately putting that line of questioning to bed as he slid his fingers over Jim's almost hesitantly, asking for permission to show him.
"Like this," Jim consented holding out his hand as he saw Spock's parents had done, forefinger and ring finger held out as the others curled into his palm.
Spock's lips twitched, brushing his own fingers against Jim's, the heat of the long digits causing a tingling to spread into his hand. He couldn't help but smile at the sensation, his body moving to bring Spock's lips down once more to meet his.
He kept the moments slow, drawing out each touch and slide of their mouths, teaching Spock the best positions. The Vulcan was a fast learner, pressing Jim back onto the bed to gain a better angle as Jim's tongue darted out tasting the man above him for the first time. Fingers curled around each other, matching each meeting of lips as the kiss was deepened. Jim felt the roughness of Spock's tongue against his as the Vulcan pursued its retreat.
A scolding hand on his thigh had Jim jerking back, body automatically reacting as it remembered the last time he had felt those hands on his skin. Spock pulled back at once breath coming out in ragged pants, lips swollen.
Jim knew he wasn't doing any better as air flooded into his lungs, his mouth tingling with the memory of heated lips on his.
"I will stop," Spock managed pulling back further knee hitting the forgotten jar of oil as it rolled across the bed.
"No, just needed air," Jim panted out shaking his head trying to cover his involuntary action. He knew this was a bad idea and he could hear a little voice in his head, sounding more like Bones then he was comfortable with, telling him how stupid he was. But he couldn't think of an alternative; He needed to trust Spock but he couldn't, not completely with the memories of what he had done always hovering in the back of his mind. He hoped to replace those memories with one where he actually wanted those touches. He needed something to counteract the bad, give his mind a reason to dismiss it.
Resolve back, he arranged his legs so they were either side of Spock's knees, smiling an invitation. The Vulcan hesitated for a second before crawling back over the human hands hovering over his golden flesh.
"If you allow me, I would ensure you feel only pleasure from this point forward," Spock's voice was rough, filled with undisguised lust.
The tone sent shivers down his spine; unable to distinguish them between fear or anticipation. If he said yes, Spock would be the one taking control. That terrified him beyond all reason, images from their first night together flashing through his mind. He reminded himself why he was doing this and nodded before he could change his mind, "Just none of the mind stuff," Jim added on to his consent, his skin prickled at the thought.
"I would not presume to violate your mind in such away again without your explicit permission," Spock told him sincerely, finally allowing his hands to touch the human's cool flesh.
All the anxiety Jim felt under Spock's touch vanished the moment his lips wrapped around his cock, replacing it with unbridled pleasure. He couldn't describe the feeling as the heat and moisture enveloped him, the roughness of Spock's tough caressing his sensitive flesh. A human tongue could never provide such friction.
He gasped something intelligible, his hands grasping Spock's hair to anchor himself as the Vulcan started to suck. Pleasure built in his stomach, filling his veins and clouding his mind until the only thing he could focus on was Spock's mouth on him. He hardly even noticed the long slick finger probing at his entrance, stretching him for something more.
"Spock," Jim moaned feeling his pleasure building to breaking point as another finger was added to the first, both curling into the special bundle of nerves.
Then the Vulcan pulled away with a wet pop. Jim, just about at his peak, yelled in protest as his hips thrust up in search for the heat drawing away from him. Blues eyes fluttered to landing on Spock's face, his lips tinged green as a bead of pre-cum glistening on them.
"Spock," he moaned legs tightening around the Vulcan's waist begging for more. He didn't think Spock could look so good, "Please."
"May I penetrate you?" Spock asked, breathlessness betraying the desire in the steady question. His eyes, almost black with arousal, focused on Jim's face.
The question made him hesitate, his member deflating slightly, anxiety returning. He could feel the oil dripping from his hole, Spock's hands almost trembling against his thighs waiting for Jim to make his decision. Blue eyes darted down to the green flushed penis fully extended from its sheath, hard and dripping. It was the last step and he could see, however difficult it maybe, if he said no Spock would back off.
"Do it," he barked, his voice catching as he lifted his legs to rest atop Spock's arms, giving him better access. Jim had to force his muscles to relax as he felt the blunt tip probe at his entrance, carefully stretching him open as he was breached.
Spock took his time as he slid into Jim bit by bit, his hands steady on his hips.
Jim groaned as he was filled not sure if it should be frustration at the slow pace or relieved that Spock was allowing his body to fully adjust to the intrusion. He chose frustration.
"Spock," he growled pushing himself downwards, "Fucking get on with it, I won't break."
The Vulcan stilled at his outcry, his breathing labored as he concentrated on control, "You wish me to go faster," he breathed hands shifting on Jim's hips.
"Yes," Jim demanded fists clutching the blankets unconsciously preparing himself.
Jim shout came out garbled, his back arching off the bed as Spock finally gave in. It took the Vulcan no more then three deep thrusts to find his prostate. He saw stars spark in his vision as pleasure shot through his body. A burning hand took his member stroking it in time with the rapid slamming of their hips, Jim matching Spock in his ferocity, legs tightening their hold.
Heated moans filled the room as neither held back, losing themselves in the act. Jim couldn't remember when he had felt so full, his body clenching down on Spock's cock as it buried itself inside him over again. He felt like he would explode; the pressure building in his stomach becoming too much as his release was pulled from him, coating his and Spock's chest with cum.
The Vulcan did not hold back his growl of pleasure as he followed shortly after, Jim's body milking his seed; its heat almost burning the sensitive walls of his channel.
Jim groaned as Spock carefully pulled out rolling to the side to lay beside him in his post orgasmic daze. He could feel the Vulcan's heartbeat fluttering against his side as his own slowly calmed.
He didn't know how long they lay their catching their breath but he found it to be almost comfortable. He decided to roll on to his side to admire the blissed out Vulcan, pleased to see that his face was blank. Jim could tell he had enjoyed himself just by the way Spock turned to look at him with those dark expressive eyes.
Smiling, Jim couldn't resist reaching out to trace a finger over a pointed ear. He still felt a stab of anxiousness being so close to the Vulcan, but it was small enough to ignore. He had to force himself not to flinch away when Spock reached out to mimic his gesture trailing a warm hand over his cheek a fondness he had never seen before reflected in his eyes.
"We should bathe, dinner will be brought shortly," Spock said hand pulling back, but otherwise not making any move to leave the bed.
Jim sighed, sitting up and taking notice of how sticky his skin felt and the trail of viscous fluid painting his inner thighs. His ass twinged as he shifted to the edge of the bed.
"Next time," he said, pulling himself to his feet and looking back over at Spock still sprawled over the covers, "I get to top."
"Next time," Spock's eyebrow rose, "I had not presumed there would be a next time."
"Didn't we cover this," Jim sighed, a touch of a smile at his lips, "Companion equal have sex or I get my head removed."
The Vulcan was quick to catch on to his hidden amusement as he pulled himself into a sitting position, "Your logic is sound, and I find it only fair that we share. Though I have never been the submissive partner in any of my previous sexual encounters."
"Wait so you've never, and you'd let me..?" Jim swung around almost losing his footing to look at the Vulcan properly.
"I would," Spock replied earnestly rising from the bed.
"I.." Jim didn't know what to say. He couldn't begin to understand how the Vulcan could put so much trust in him.
"You should bathe," Spock changed the subject not needing to hear what Jim was trying to say, "I will await the delivery of our evening meal."
"Right, okay, I'll do that," Jim retreated into the bathroom. He had to physically restrain himself from pulling the towel rack across the door before focusing on his task to fill the tub. Thoughts of Spock and explanations as to why the Vulcan could put so much trust in him ran through his head as he sunk into the warm water.
POSSESSED
It was two days later they stood in closed council chambers facing five of the Vulcan high council. Their cool, impassive stares caused a nervous shudder to run down his spine as they came to rest on him. Spock finished explaining what his findings.
"You say you can confirm the information gathered by Commander Spock is correct?" asked one of the five, his voice projected in a stiff monotone as he spoke in English for Jim's benefit.
"Yes, sir," Jim replied unsure of how he should be addressing the council members, "The earth reports he has gathered are the real thing. It is the Earth Council's belief that the Vulcan Military was the one to break the parameters of previous peace talks."
"And we are to take your word as a Captain of your Earth military, an enemy of Vulcan," replied another, a woman this time and Jim was sure the ice in her eyes could freeze the desert sands of Vulcan.
"I can only ask you to believe in my resolve to bring an end to this war and that I speak the truth knowing it would not help to reach that goal by lying," Jim said using all his skills to convince the council that he was trust worthy.
Spock standing beside him actually looked impressed, if the twitch of his eyebrow was any indication. The council members eyebrows lowered slightly as one.
"What is it that you propose we do with this information?" asked the Vulcan on the far left.
"I propose this information, along with a treaty of cease fire, be presented to the Earth council by Captain Kirk as our envoy. When the treaty is accepted, our two races may find an accord to work together in removing this third party that has prolonged the war and ultimately bring peace between our two planets," Spock spoke up laying out his idea.
"While that is a noble goal Commander, it is much reliant on Captain Kirk here acting honorably on our behalf," pointed out the Vulcan in the middle, the council head, "How do we know we can trust the Captain to not compromise the treaty in favor of his own people?"
"Or," butted in another, "Convey to them the information he has gathered in his captivity to plan military action against our people when he is released?"
"As I have provided you his service record, you can see his actions in battle indicate an honorable nature and I will stake my reputation he will act with both parties needs in mind," Spock stated voice low and serious, "I trust him."
"To what do you base this trust on?" questioned the woman, eyes dark and unreadable.
"His actions against myself in battle and what he has shown me of his character since his time as my companion lead me to draw this conclusion," Spock spoke.
Jim found Spock's unquestionable trust almost frightening, warmth blossoming in his chest. Warmth he could not deny as some form of affection and gratitude he felt towards the man.
"It is most incredulous you have come to this conclusion in a logical manner when you have only known this human for 16.2 days," The woman countered hands folding in front of her as she leaned slightly forwards.
"It is however the truth," Spock countered his tone flat, carrying no emotion as he met the woman's eyes with his own steady gaze.
"It is not some misguided emotional attachment you have garnered for this human, a product perhaps of your intimate relations," questioned another.
Jim cringed, did everyone know about the whole sacrifice thing?
"You presume I allowed my emotions to cloud my judgment on a matter as delicate as this," Spock answered, Jim amazing he could keep himself so blank while still conveying contempt for the Councilman's callous words.
"It is a logical conclusion to draw," the Vulcan on the end included himself, "Your record does show incidents to which you allowed your emotions to intercede your judgment."
"Those incidents, as you are aware, occurred only in my youth; something common in many young Vulcans learning the teachings of Surak."
Jim decided Spock was really good at this debate thing.
"You do not need to defend yourself, your disadvantage in this matter will be taken into account when we make our decision," Spoke the chairman cutting off the argument.
Spock however would not back down, "To what disadvantage do you refer?"
"Your human nature," he replied as if it was a well-known fact, "It is only logical you would perhaps defer to a more emotional response in situations such as these as I am sure has been demonstrated to you by your human mother."
Jim could see the anger boiling under the surface even if it wasn't outwardly visible and he decided he'd had enough of the council's condescension towards Spock.
"Council members if I may," Jim stepped up before Spock could speak again and betray his anger, "I understand it may be difficult for you to find a logical explanation as to why Commander Spock trusts me, it is a sentiment I share," Jim tried to ignore the hurt look flash in Spock's eyes as he continued, "However it is not misplaced. While being a captive, it has been difficult to form the same trust towards him he has in me, but I would do nothing to dishonor his trust. I give you my word as Captain and as a Human that I will act impartially when delivering this treaty to ensure both parties receive the best possible outcome. I will also add that you have my promise not to use what I have learned here against your people if a resolution is not found," finally Jim took a deep breath to gather himself for probably the most stupid thing he could say, "And on my honor, without regard as to if the treaty is successful or not, I will return to Vulcan to continue as Spock's prisoner until peace has been achieved between our people."
The Vulcan's took a moment of silence to process his speech.
"While you speak with passion, it is not enough to convince this council you would not go back on your word the moment you are returned to your Earth base," The head spoke.
Jim ground his teeth, what the hell did it take to convince these bastards he wasn't going to fuck them over.
"Council if I may," Sarek spoke up from his place beside the council head, finally choosing to speak, "I have had chance to observe Captain Kirk's character for myself. And though I do not place the same trust in him as my son, I do believe he will keep his word."
"Very well," the council head nodded.
Jim sighed; They really didn't put much trust in him or their own Commander, but they would trust in Sarek. Darkly, he thought in could be for the obvious reason that he was on the council, or the simple fact that he was fully Vulcan and his logic was more reliable.
"There are also measures we can take to ensure he follows his word," the woman stated the tone of her voice quelling the argument completely, " Perhaps it would be best to discuss the possibility of a traitor within our command and how we may go about preventing this 'Narada' from further damaging our attempts at peace."
The other council members nodded along in agreement as the head turned to Spock, "I presume you have some idea as to how we would go about transporting Captain Kirk to Earth base without raising suspicions of the nature of his voyage."
"Arranging a prisoner exchange will mask our true intentions in providing a valid excuse for Captain Kirk to be returned to Earth base." Spock said completely controlled.
"That is feasible, however it will take some time for it to be arranged," the head replied.
"It will," Spock inclined his head in agreement, "It however will allow time for a cease fire agreement to also be written up."
"Your logic is sound," the head agreed, "We will take time to consider your proposal; You will receive our answer in due time."
Jim blinked at the abrupt dismissal, following Spock out into the hall without a word.
"So how long will it take?" he asked as they headed in the direction of Spock's room through the massive interiors of the main part of the citadel.
"I would not care to estimate," He replied betraying the smallest amount of uncertainty.
POSSESSED
After 3 hours of restless pacing, Jim slumped in relief. They had their answer, delivered by the Head of the council himself.
They would proceed as Spock suggested and use Jim as their envoy to Earth base. The prisoner exchange would be arranged as soon as possible to reduce the risk of the third party, who ever they were from finding out about the plan. So now it was back to waiting on his part as Spock assisted the council. He wouldn't be briefed on his part until everything was finalized making him feel slightly useless and a little miffed the Council didn't even trust him to help.
Dinner that night was one to be remembered as Spock presented him with a sleek, wooden chess set. The pieces gleamed dully under the artificial lights as they were placed on the board.
"I summarize a game of chess will be beneficial in taking our minds off the next stage in our plan for just this night," Spock said allowing Jim to pick which side he would like.
"Not a bad idea," Jim grinned, taking black.
It was an hour later, Jim just about to corner Spock's bishop, that there came a knock at the door. The intrusion was unexpected, startling them both from their intense concentration on the board between them.
Spock rose to answer the door and Jim stayed where he was, wary at who could be at the door now. No one had ever come this late; The last visitor always being the woman who brought their food. He really hoped it wasn't an elder reneging on the whole plan thing.
"Ko'mekh-il," Spock greeted a slight variation in his tone betraying his surprise, at least to Jim. The Vulcan word was familiar Jim thought as the woman from the council stepped into the room, dark expressionless eyes landing on Jim.
"I apologize for the late hour, however I wished to properly meet this human you speak so highly of, " She said choosing English, to which Jim was grateful for.
"Ma'am," Jim tried not sure what to call her as he stood in an attempt at politeness.
"May I offer you refreshments," Spock offered, following her into the room.
"I require none for the moment," she declined, stopping in front of Jim.
Her steady gaze unnerved him as it swept over his form taking in his slightly crumpled shirt and messy hair, finally coming to rest on his face.
"I am Lady T'Pau," she introduced herself properly, eyes never wavering.
"Captain James Tiberius Kirk," Jim replied, resisting the urge to stick out his hand knowing that probably wouldn't go over too well.
"I am aware of your name," Her tone was polite, but Jim couldn't help but feel like a child being scolded by his elder, "What a am not aware of is your moral character. I wish to know if you speak the truth when you say you will help end this war."
Jim met T'Pau's gaze, eyes steady and focused, "I wish nothing more then to end this war. I believe it to be a pointless waste of time and effort fighting with you as our enemy. I see no gain in it."
"You do not think humans are superior and as such should be the ones to dictate the governments of others," She asked, nothing about her changing.
"No, I hold the belief that everyone is equal," Jim answered, trying not to go over-board.
"Yet you still entered the military and now fight for the victory of your people over ours," She countered easily.
This woman, Jim inwardly groaned, was just as good as Spock when it came to picking holes in arguments.
"At the time of my enlistment, I admit, I was looking for a challenge and perhaps glory. I however have changed my stance since then and hoped to use my rank to help encourage an end of this war," He replied, deciding the truth was the best way to go.
"With any means necessary," T'Pau stated eyes critical.
"No," Jim forced out disgusted that she would imply he would go too far.
"Yet you would work with your enemy to end it," She pressed.
Jim took a breath, debating the best words to use, "If it ends this war with a peaceful outcome, where both our people can work together, then I don't see the problem with it."
"You could put aside your prejudices against my people to strive for the most appropriate outcomes for both Earth and Vulcan?" the Vulcan elder asked, Jim sensing this was possibly her last question.
"From what Spock has shown me during my time here I don't feel it will be too hard," He said a smile touching his lips as his eyes darted to the Vulcan standing silently to the side.
"I see my grandson has been correct in his judgment," She said finally stepping back, eyes turning slowly from Jim to Spock, "You have chosen wisely."
'Grandson' Jim mouthed finally recognizing Ko'mekh-il meant Grandmother.
"I am honored by your approval," Spock's eyes lit up as T'Pau's entire expression seemed to soften without moving a muscle.
She said something in Vulcan and Jim could see a tinge of green forming on the tips of Spock's ears before she excused herself.
Jim managed a rough goodbye as Spock's grandmother swept out of the room as fast as she had come.
"That was your grandmother?!" Jim had to ask out of shear surprise that another of Spock's family held such a high position in Vulcan society.
"She is a most formidable woman," Spock said in the reply returning to sit at the table, presumably to continue their game, "I hope she did not offend you by her abrupt questions."
Shaking his head Jim joined him as the table, "No, but is she always so.." he found it hard to find the words to explain.
"She does not see any logic in pleasantries," Spock answered eyes becoming focused on the board once more.
"Yeah she really doesn't 'beat around the bush," Jim murmured finally making his move by capturing a pawn, instead of the bishop.
"Beat around the bush?" Spock questioned looking up at him hands on the table ready for his next move.
"Just a human expression," Jim explained smiling, "Means you take awhile to get to the point, but it's usually used in the negative sense."
"I see," The Vulcan replied, eyebrow rising at the lack of logic before turning back to the board.
Jim couldn't help but chuckle before looking for a counter to Spock's more logical move.
POSSESSED
AN: And another chapter finished. Thanks for reading and thank you so much for all the reviews to my last chapter, you can't imagine how much I appreciate you taking the time to tell me what you thing about my writing.
I would also like to thank my brand new beta HyenaGreyScale for checking my writing and giving me some great advice. :D
Anyway hope the sex scene was ok, only the second one I've really written and I know it's a little awkward. But with Jim still freaking out around Spock it seemed to fit. And I really hope I captured T'Pau right, I have always liked her character.
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