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, hint of lime/lemon, etc.

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

88. Bed

"Nnnn." Sometimes waking up was such a hassle especially when most of the time you wanted to sleep in. Harry knew this fact well and he only became more familiar with the concept once he began working on the Enterprise. This was why the wizard refused to open his eyes and pulled the covers tighter around him. It was his day off and he was going to enjoy it for as long as possible! And the best part of his days off was staying in bed with his lovers.

If there was one thing that Harry, Spock and Jim could agree on, it was that they enjoyed lazy mornings in bed. If they were ever given time off or scheduled for a later shift, then they usually took the opportunity to sleep in a bit more since it was a rare treat. There was just something comforting about lying in bed under the warm covers, their limbs tangled together as they cuddled. It was like it was their own personal sanctuary where it could just be them. There were no worries or distractions, no responsibilities or cares, no need to play their parts and maintain the front of a Captain, a Commander or a Doctor.

Harry sighed as he snuggled deeper into the covers, burying his face in Spock's chest enjoying his slightly spicy and musky scent. His lethargic mind floated merrily between the realms of sleep and reality which was fine with Harry as long as he didn't have to move. He was warm, his body was relaxed and he was cradled between his gorgeous lovers; what more could he really ask for?

"I'm lucky," he thought as he listened to Spock's breathing, letting the steady rise and fall of his chest lull him. He was comforted further by the soft beating of the Vulcan's heart under his hand and it was just what he needed to slip back into a light slumber. Harry barely acknowledged when the arm around his waist tightened as Jim pressed closer, molding himself to the curve of his back. The blond lightly nuzzled at the wizard's bare shoulder, his blue eyes half lidded as sleep lingered in his system.

"You're comfy," Jim mumbled his lips caressing soft kisses along Harry's neck. The young doctor shifted slightly, but nothing else, "Hmmm."

"Feels good."

"That's nice Jim."

"Spock awake?"

"No… still sleeping."

Jim snorted in amusement nipping at Harry's ear as he murmured, "Isn't he usually the first one to wake?"

"It's been stressful lately for all of us. I think even Vulcans need time to rest and recuperate. Besides, nothing wrong with lazing in bed once and a while especially for busy people like us," Harry yawned. Jim hummed a noise of agreement before continuing his light teasing as a hand slipped under the younger man's shirt grazing over his stomach and chest. Harry squirmed but made no protests, his breathing only slightly heavier as his blood began to warm. Sometimes it seemed unfair that Spock and Jim could draw intense reactions out of him with little effort, but once the fire began to burn in his veins Harry stopped caring.

"Beautiful," Jim purred as he worked on a rather sensitive spot on his neck. Harry shivered whimpering softly, "'m not."

"Are too… so gorgeous… always want you, always need you." Harry bit his lip as playful fingers toyed with a nipple, pinching and tweaking it with teasing motions. Jim smirked pressing more firmly against Harry's back as he tugged at the nub drawing a sharp gasp from his lover. The faintest of mews passed the wizard's lips as Jim continued his pleasurable assault neither of them realizing that Spock was listening, having stirred awake due to the trickle of lustful emotions passing through their bond.

But listening wasn't as enjoyable as participating. When Harry's noises became louder and the air heavy, Spock's control took a sudden vacation. Rolling onto his side as he faced wide, startled green eyes Spock purred as he pressed closer sandwiching Harry between them and immediately began to attack luscious lips. Jim grinned as his desire spiked while Harry immediately returned the kiss, his hands reaching out to grip Spock's hair.

"Jim is correct," Spock whispered through their link, "You are beautiful Harry."

"Am not."

"You are, you make us smolder babe and drive us mad," Jim growled as he slipped the wizard's boxers off his hips and tossed them somewhere across the room. Harry didn't have the strength to protest. He could only hold onto Spock as he was burned alive by pain and pleasure, moaning at the sensations his lovers assaulted him with as they both filled him; stretched him beyond his limits. And yet he could only beg for more, his voice breathy as he gasped and pleaded to be consumed by them. And when his senses were washed white by his orgasm, Harry knew he had never before felt such ecstasy.

Panting against his sweat soaked lover's back, Jim was the first to pull out from Harry followed by Spock both making sure to be gentle as they could. Shifting a bit to check on the wizard, Jim sighed in relief when he discovered there was only a tiny bit of blood. He had been worried that they hadn't prepared Harry enough for the girth of double penetration and while he was still a tiny bit upset over making his love bleed, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Spock shared his sentiments as he felt similar relief in the back of his mind.

"You okay Harry?" Jim questioned needing to assure himself. Harry groaned softly, "Yeah… just a bit sore and it's probably going to be worse later."

"Forgive us, we thought that we had adequately prepared you," Spock remarked running his fingers gently over Harry's side. The young doctor shook his head, "You did, more than enough actually. It's just the first time I've taken you both and it's to be expected. The more we do it, the more I'll get used to it."

"Maybe we should have Bones take a look."

Harry huffed in annoyance, "Merlin, I'm fine. After all, I'm a doctor as well. Besides, I don't think Leonard would appreciate it. He's mentioned more than once that he'd rather not know the details of our sex life."

"Fine, fine I just worry," Jim pouted. Turning his head Harry kissed his captain, "I know you do but just take my word for it okay? I swear sometimes I think you two bloody mother hen me more than the rest of the crew combined."

Spock made no comment as he slipped out of bed to grab a damp wash cloth, returning moments later with said item in hand. After using it to clean themselves and setting it aside, the trio settled back down into bed deciding that more rest was in order. After all, it was their day off and they were going to take advantage of it. Sighing as he settled between his human and Vulcan, Harry murmured, "I pray Teddy doesn't come barging in before we've had the chance to get dressed later."

"Indeed."

"Well he's getting better at knocking," Jim replied, "But just in case I've taken to using the Captain's lock down command. The only person who can override it is Scotty and I doubt he's going to bother us."

"Good because I'm still not ready to explain the birds and the bees to my son," Harry yawned, humming happily when Spock began to stroke his hair. Jim smiled slightly his eyes already closed as he teased, "That'll be fun to watch. You're cute when you get flustered."

"Quiet or I will hex you."

"I have never understood how one can associate intercourse with birds and bees," Spock stated, "It's quite illogical."

"Well as I'm sure you've realized humans are the most illogical creatures you'll find and it's just best not to take everything they say seriously," Harry comforted, "Now sleep, I'm tired." Jim and Spock made no protests as they settled themselves, quickly slipping into slumber. Beds were great for many things, but sleeping in was certainly the best option.

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~Seth