Hey guys! I'm back with more Spirk to feed your souls, and I'm really excited about this sharing this one with you all :D

So, I believe this idea originated from a tumblr post I saw about people wishing for them to make Spirk canon in SNW. Lizzy0305 and I were discussing the potential of that for canon, and then for fic writing, and that's when I said, "Ohk but I'd write it like..." and proceeded to accidently outline the entire plot for this fic.
Originally this was supposed to go straight from the slow burn to the happy ending, and then my dear, dear friend Lizzy0305 decided to write Never Love A Wild Thing, which if you want to have your heart broken in the hottest, most beautiful and intense way, please go and read it. So I'm sorry to say but our boys have to go through some heartache before you get the happy ending (but I promise it'll be worth it), because I had to write a reinterpreted fix it bit to soothe my own soul.

Now, this story has some time jumps because we start at the academy, and then go through all of the five year mission, and that was too much ground to cover without skipping time. How much time has passed is obvious in each chapter though.
And while I tried to keep pretty close to canon, there is some divergence.

I'll be updating roughly once a week, and I'm almost finished writing the last chapter. Also feel free to check out my other works while waiting for updates ^_^

Anyway, now that's out of the way, I'll let you actually start the story...drop a comment to tell me your thoughts, and enjoy! Much love xox

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Spock let down Jim's legs and pulled out of him with a grunt. Jim inhaled and exhaled deeply, still coming down from orgasmic bliss and blinking the stars from his eyes.

Usually Spock would lay with him for a while after fucking Jim into the mattress. They'd talk about the latest star ships being built, or the academy, or any other manner of intellectual conversation. The pair had known each other for a while now, having met at the academy, and then becoming - what Jim would call - friends, eventually though they had started having sex too. At first Jim had just thought that the Vulcan was handsome and intelligent and intriguing, but soon he had realised just how special the man he was sleeping with was. Jim had begun to catch feelings for Spock, which wasn't a part of their agreement of sleeping together, though he couldn't help but to wonder if Spock would be open to amending said agreement.

"I apologise that I cannot stay for our usual post coitus conversing," Spock announced as he rolled out from the crumpled sheets and collected his folded clothes from the chair, "however I have a meeting with Admiral Argentine at thirteen hundred hours, so I must shower and then leave."

Jim couldn't help but to feel the slight pang of disappointment that their time together would be cut short that day, "No problem, I understand," he replied coolly, one arm propping his head up, and still glistening with sweat.

"I will be available later this evening if you would care to join me for a meal and we can continue this at that time?"

Jim tried to quell the excitement of getting to spend time socially with Spock twice in one day, and having dinner together. It was something that they did on occasion, but falling for someone heightened the desire for interaction with them by a stupid amount that only made sense to the abundance of hormones in the body. Maybe he could convince Spock to go for round two after dinner.

"Sounds like a plan," was his more schooled response.

"Very well, I shall meet you at your favourite Indian restaurant at nineteen hundred hours," Spock told him and then headed for the shower before Jim could do little more than nod.

It was actually Spock's favourite Indian restaurant, they had a great variety of vegetarian dishes that were palatable for Vulcans, but seeing as favourites were illogical or something of the like, it had to be Jim's favourite. He had taken the Vulcan there numerous times, to be fair.

Jim had spent the rest of the day doing…things – what those things were, he wasn't entirely certain of, because the only thing on his mind while he did them was a certain pointy eared, green blooded man that made his heart skip a beat, and his cock harder than he thought possible. When it was time to get ready to meet Spock for dinner Jim spent far too long trying to decide what to wear. He must have changed pants twice and shirts three times.

It was essential to consider many things when deciding on an outfit; was it going to still fit nicely after eating, did it look good on him, and perhaps most importantly, was it easy for someone else to take off him. After a long gaze in the full length mirror, Jim deemed himself ready, a confident little smirk twitching on his lips as he left the bedroom.

Spock was ever punctual, arriving at exactly nineteen hundred hours, a waiter showing him to the table. Jim had been slightly early – anticipation and all that – and was already seated, though he stood when Spock arrived; back ram rod straight, neutral expression on his face. Spock's expression didn't change often, the times Jim saw him most expressive was while talking about a topic fascinating to the Vulcan, when he found something – or someone - highly illogical, and during sex. Jim was beginning to learn how to read Spock's micro-expressions, but he was a long way off from being fluent.

"It's nice to see you again so soon," Jim smiled as they took their seats opposite each other.

Spock nodded in agreement, "I apologise again for my early departure this morning. It was fortunate that we both had no prior engagements this evening."

"It was no trouble," Jim told him, "I'm glad we could have dinner too, it's been a few weeks since our schedules have lined up to do so."

"Yes, our meetings have been of a more…physical nature of late," Spock commented, giving no hint as to how he felt about the situation.

Of course, the part of Jim that was falling for the Vulcan required further clarification, "Are-are you unhappy with our current arrangement?" he inquired calmly, or as calmly as he could, he knew his voice had an undercurrent of uncertainty about it.

"Our arrangement is satisfactory," Spock confirmed before glancing down at the menu on the table in front of him, "the waiter is approaching, are you ready to order?"

Spock wasn't one to use words like enjoyable, wonderful, or spectacular, and Jim had learnt that adequate, and satisfactory were about as good as anything got for the Vulcan. It was a relief to know that he wasn't becoming weary or disappointing as a friend, nor in the bedroom.

"That's always good to hear," his eyes flicked to the waiter that was only two tables away, and then down to his menu. Neither of them needed to read the menu anyway, they'd been there enough times to know what they liked to eat, "Of course."

Spock ordered one of his usual choices, and Jim did the same, ensuring to tell the waiter to hold the Groggan desert nuts, since he was allergic. The waiter took their menus, and Jim took a sip of the table water before looking back at Spock, and reengaging in conversation.

"How was your meeting anyway?"

"Informative," Spock answered in true Vulcan fashion, however his eyes shifted away from Jim, and one of those micro-expressions flittered over his handsome face, but it was gone in a flash, too fast for Jim to figure out what it meant.

Without reason, Jim suddenly had a bad feeling in his gut. He hadn't thought anything of it at the time, but surely it had to be an important matter for Spock to have met with the Admiral.

"Oh, yeah?" he aimed for casual, just two friends and colleagues talking shop, "Anything you're allowed to share?"

Why did Spock have to be so unreadable? That dark brown gaze was back on him, his moment over, but something lingered in those eyes. If only Jim could figure it out, he knew there were so many things going on in Spock's mind that was never said aloud, there had to be, the guy was a genius after all.

"The USS Enterprise will be returning to space this week."

"I heard rumours that she was having final checks done. Captain Pike is still in command I assume?" Jim asked, the Enterprise was an impressive ship, one of Starfleet's greatest, with a captain to match.

"Indeed he is," Spock confirmed. He seemed stiffer than when they were usually in a social setting together, something was definitely up with the Vulcan, but what? Perhaps it had something to do with the meeting, he'd been strange since Jim mentioned it.

"Well, that's exciting for the crew, I'm sure they're eager to get back out there, I know I would be," Jim admitted, knowing that it was where he belonged, out there with the stars that beckoned to him like a lover, kind of like the way he felt about Sp-

"I will be among them," his voice was quiet, almost too quiet to hear over the chatter in the restaurant, but Jim just managed to catch the sentence, and once he'd processed the words he wished he hadn't.

He felt his heart try to exit his throat, causing his chest to become tight, and breathing to come to a halt. Spock was leaving. Leaving the academy, leaving Earth, leaving him.

"I…Spock…that's…" was all he could manage before Spock spoke again.

"Captain Pike has requested me as his science officer aboard the Enterprise, and I accepted the position," Spock informed him, a little louder now, eyes piercing.

Jim was still having trouble with speaking, he stared straight back at the Vulcan, struggling to imagine his life at the academy without Spock.

"I understand that humans often require notice to changes in their daily lives, therefore I apologise for my short notice. However, given that I was only informed of this less than eight hours ago, you have been one of first that I have told this news to, I am led to believe that you may find some comfort in that."

He should be happy for Spock, and he was somewhere deep down, but it was buried by all of the other emotions he was feeling at that moment. He needed to speak, to say something, the longer he sat in silence the worse it would be.

"Congratulations," he finally managed weakly.

"Thank you. I admit I am honoured to have been chosen, I am sure it will prove to be both a challenging and rewarding experience."

Spock appeared to be the Vulcan version of excited, and Jim should've been for him too, but he just couldn't bring himself to be. He scolded himself for being so selfish.

Luckily their food arrived at that moment, allowing Jim to get away without commenting in return. Unfortunately Spock's news had ruined his appetite though, and he ended up pushing more of it around the plate than he put in his mouth.

"Is your meal unsatisfactory?" Spock asked, eyebrow raised at Jim's plate.

"No, it's fine. I just…" don't know how to deal with the fact that you're leaving, "I'm not that hungry," it wasn't really a lie.

Spock nodded, accepting Jim's words without question, seemingly unaware of how upset he was, "I am sure they will allow you to take the rest with you, for when you are hungry later."

"Yeah," Jim agreed half-heartedly. He made the mistake of looking up, finding a fork between lips that had been tracing his collarbone that very morning. He wanted to go back, wanted to be under the covers with Spock again, wanted to be lost in pleasure against that firm body. He was so much happier that morning.

There had been little conversation while Spock finished his meal, and Jim acquired a takeaway container for his own. He hated himself for being that way, instead they should have been enjoying their last meal together, chatting enthusiastically into the late hours of the night, perhaps having a celebratory drink, or fuck.

Jim wanted a drink, but it was for self-pity, he wanted to fuck, but it was only to allow Spock's unique scent to linger on his sheets for as long as possible. It was pathetic, he knew it, but there was something special about the Vulcan, and Jim was sure that Spock would always be the one that got away.

Outside the air was more chill than he had expected, Jim pulled his jacket on, and Spock tugged his own around him tighter, a very light green hue adorning his cheeks and ear tips before he adjusted and it was gone. A last glimpse at something truly beautiful.

"Will I see you again before you leave?" Jim queried, unsure whether it was a good or bad idea.

Spock turned to him, "It is unlikely, I have much to prepare, and little time to do so."

"Oh," it was more a breath of air than a word.

"Our time in each other's lives has been pleasant. I wish you well for the future. Live long and prosper, James Kirk," Spock offered him the Vulcan salute, and with that he turned heel and strode off into the night.

"Goodbye, Spock…I'll miss you," he murmured after the Vulcan, staring down the street long after the black of his jacket had been consumed by the surrounding darkness.

As it turned out, Jim barely had a few weeks to feel sorry for himself, since he also found himself leaving Earth on a starship; the USS Republic. It was the beginning of his fruitful career on board starships, and overtime he made himself forget about a logical mind, pointed ears, and beautiful green flush.