Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Star Trek or Harry Potter. They belong to J.J Abrams, Gene Roddenberry and J.K Rowling.

Warnings: Slash (male/male pairings), threesome, AU, violence, language, angst, character deaths, psychological/anxiety disorders, sexual situations, LEMON!, etc.

Pairings: Spock/Harry/Kirk, hints of Sulu/Chekov and Scotty/Uhura

70. Bonding

At first it started out as cuddling and light kisses, never anything too passionate as to avoid causing Harry discomfort. It was a ritual they developed over the course of their relationship that their nights usually ended on a relaxing note where they curled up together in bed. But after several minutes it became obvious that this night was different from the others, there was something more to it. Their soft touches and chaste kissing became heavier petting. Curious hands which normally remained still in one place began to explore new expanses of skin that had been previously untouched by either Spock or Jim.

Harry shivered and blushed, but didn't raise any objections to stop them although he was embarrassed that he was behaving like a virgin bride on her wedding night. But it had been years since his last serious physical relationship so he supposed it was understandable. And it certainly was a tad frightening to give such an intimate part of himself away again knowing that nothing was really guaranteed in life. Yet there was a thrill to it as well. It was as if that part of himself that he kept locked up was finally getting the chance to breathe.

So despite his nerves and hesitance, Harry trusted his lovers and knew they would take care of him. And they did. Every touch was gentle and the pace was slow; it wasn't about them, but about Harry. They toyed with him, built up slowly with foreplay that left their wizard blushing and squirming in arousal. They kissed every inch of him, discovering he was extra sensitive around his neck, nipples and inner thighs; that he was ticklish along his sides and stomach. They realized that he loved kissing and enjoyed being held; that he mewed when they nibbled on his neck and practically whined when they played with his nipples.

Harry melted when they whispered in his ear, stroked along his back and arms to relax him. He sighed and shuddered as he kissed Jim, the blonde cradling him close while Spock properly stretched and prepared his entrance. Again there was no rush, only soft assurance and delicate handling but it seemed to do the trick as Harry squirmed and panted heavily rocking against Jim.

"You're so beautiful babe," Jim whispered when he was carefully placed between Harry's spread legs, the head of his penis pressed against his entrance. The young doctor clung to his captain when he was breeched and filled, gasping softly and quivering in discomfort, trying to force himself to relax. Then there was a hand stroking Harry's hair reminding him that Spock was there as well, watching them which made the situation all the more arousing.

It had been a long time since Harry felt loved, felt cherished as he did that night. The air in the room was humid and thick with emotion that left them breathless. The experience was pleasurable and drawn out as Jim partook of the wizard's body, leaving him wanton and unable to tell up from down. It was even difficult to tell when Jim pulled out of him and Spock took his place sliding in easily with the mix of lubricant and semen. But Harry couldn't honestly find the will to care, it felt good and he wanted more, craved it.

Here with these men whom he opened himself to, he was safe and loved and cherished above all else. So he drowned in the pleasure, gave into their lust and shared his own in return through his moans, his begs and his need to touch them. And they touched him as well, hands and fingers stroking over his warm skin before they ended at his temples.

"Do you wish this?" Spock questioned hesitant.

"Yes."

"We will not force you if you are not prepared."

"I know you won't."

"If only you are sure… do you wish truthfully for this?"

"Yes… I love you both. I want it… please."

"Very well."

Then there was another presence in his mind followed by another but they did not feel threatening. One was bright and warm like the sun, vibrant with fire while the other was dark and churning like the sea; vast like space but not dangerous. There were trickles of positive sensations; love/adoration/lust/want/pleasure/need/companionship/friendship/whole/connected/weneedyou/please/please/weloveyou/needyou. Harry gasped and arched shuddering as he found release, golden threads lighting up in his mind as they wove around him; warm and secure and reassuring. When he passed out, all he thought was that he was finally safe.

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~Seth