When Spock made it to the ready room, Jim stood and walked around the desk. He didn't say anything, just wrapped his arms around the Vulcan. He felt Spock's arms wrap around his waist as he shook with emotion Jim was certain he had never felt before.

Silently Jim led him to the small couch, letting Spock sit before he did and kept his arms around his friend and lover.

"Spock, I need to ask you something. Are you emotionally stable enough to end this for good?"

The deep brown eyes met his at those words. "Yes I am." His voice was strong despite his hands still shaking. Jim slid off the couch, kneeling in front of Spock.

"I have a plan. It's stupid, reckless, and most likely deadly. One or both of us could be killed. But Nero would die as well."

"Tell me," Spock replied instantly. Jim gave him a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Together they went over the specs of the Jellyfish and red matter that was held within. Jim's plan was pretty basic. Spock was the only one who could pilot the ship, so Jim would let him take it and crash into the Narada. In the meantime, the Enterprise and Warbirds would cover Spock until he was beamed back on board.

Spock admitted that the plan had merit. He occasionally pointed out something or asked a pertinent question, and Jim would readily answer. His eyes watched the Vulcan with intensity. He hadn't told Spock where he planned to be during the engagement and decided it would be for the best if he didn't.

"Spock," he said on a shaky breath. "I don't want to do this without telling you..." He looked up from his chair and to where Spock was leaning over him to see the computer. "I don't care what happens or where I wind up, I do really love you."

Spock's eyes flicked from the screen to Jim's face. There was a deep seated emotion in them that even his strong control couldn't hide. Pain at his loss, love for Jim, and acceptance of their fate.

"Taluhk nash-veh k'dular." Jim didn't need a translation for that sentence. The meaning was written all over Spock's face. Standing so that Spock was forced to take a step back, Jim put a hand up to his cheek, grazing his fingers over that pointed ear lovingly, gently.

He pressed his lips against Spock's, just as gently. The Vulcan took his hips in hand, leaning heavily on Jim. This simple kiss had none of the urgent sexuality they had exhibited before. When Spock pulled back, he placed his forehead against Jim's.

"I...do not know how to express my love for you."

"You already have," Jim reassured. His hands found the short, silky hair at the back of Spock's head and he stroked it soothingly. "I finally know for certainty where I want to stay. And it's right here, with you."

"Jim," Spock breathed, turning his head away as his hands trembled where they were gripping. The captain knew what Spock needed and he placed two fingers under the warm chin, bringing his face back and capturing his lips.

They were slow, methodical. First came the removing of Jim's shirt, which was dropped onto the chair next to them. Hands worked to pull both Spock's tunic and under shirt off at once. That was tossed to the floor with much less ceremony. Both sets of hands worked on opening trousers as Jim kicked out of his boots, maneuvering them away. Spock shoved his pants down and Jim stepped out of them, only realizing that the clever Vulcan had shoved his briefs with them when his erection slid against Spock's still clothed hips.

There was movement and Spock was kissing along Jim's neck, nipping at his throat as he removed his own boots. The thought that they were about the be naked in the ready room while they were on shift and red alert crossed Jim's mind, but he wasn't so worried. He instead hooked his fingers under Spock's waistband and pushed down, rewarded by the sight of the green tinged cock freeing from the confines of the uniform pants.

Jim's world shifted suddenly as Spock took his ass in hand and lifted him, pressing their bodies together and carrying Jim to the couch. Jim found himself in the perfect position to wrap his legs around Spock's waist. The Vulcan knelt down, not breaking contact as he lowered Jim to the cushion, still raining kisses on the human's neck and face.

"Stay here," Spock whispered as he extracted himself from Jim and moved to the replicator. He returned carrying a bowl very carefully and setting it aside. Jim only had time to look at the bowl curiously before his mind was as full of Vulcan as his arms were.

The room became full of groans as Spock rubbed his cock against Jim's. Dry, warm lips found kiss swollen wet lips as Spock seemed to be trying to drown out the emotions other than his love for Jim. To the captain, it was quickly becoming sensory overload until a finger found its way between his ass cheeks, rubbing at him experimentally.

As that finger probed, Jim felt the other warm hand vanish before something slick was added and Spock's long finger slid into him. Jim jumped slightly, not having fully expected Spock to make such a forward move, but he handed himself over fully to the sensation of Spock's finger as it stretched him. A distraction of Spock's free hand running over his straining erection brought Jim's mind away from the second finger as it was pushed in.

Jim was enjoying the sensation of Spock's hands on him. His hips moved in time with fingers, his kisses growing harder. Jim lightly bit Spock's lower lip and the fingers completely vanished.

Something larger took their place and Jim winced as he felt himself stretch to accommodate Spock. The Vulcan went slow, pushing inward at a pace that kept Jim from feeling too much pain at the intrusion.

Only when he was fully seated did Spock pull back to look at Jim. "Do you wish to proceed?"

"God, Spock, just...God, fuck me, please!"

There was no verbal response, just movement as Spock did just that. His rhythm started slow, but it wasn't long before he was quickening his pace, one hand matching that pace on Jim. Spock shifted and pressed into Jim. The captain jumped and groaned as his prostate was rubbed in a slow and solid manner.

Part of Jim was expecting a meld, but Spock never offered one. He stayed solely focused on his task of pleasure and being pleasured. Jim didn't last long with the sensation of his prostate being pressed and his cock being stroked. His orgasm was upon him, sending jets of semen between their bodies.

Spock pushed into his clenching channel before Jim felt the warm seed fill him. The Vulcan shook as he came, small gasps escaping. Jim held when he was no longer able to support himself, hugging the shivering Vulcan closely.

And the captain knew that after this, whatever might happen, he truly did love his Spock.