And When the Bond Breaks

Chapter 5

It was almost anticlimactic.  After the emotional frenzy of the last day,

and watching the ship slowly fall apart, within two hours they were all

safe. They'd found the anomaly, flown into it, run Spock's solution, and

then flown out.  Reports from all over the ship claimed everything to once

again be in working order.

Kirk turned off the intercom, grinning.  Even McCoy had sounded satisfied,

now that all his equipment was working.  He gave the order to move away

from the anomaly at full speed.  Now that Kirk knew the solution worked,

he would have Spock send the information to Star Fleet, suggesting it get

loaded in all of Star Fleet's ship's computers to protect them from any

future encounters with the time anomaly.

He pressed the intercom toggle again.  "Mr. Scott?"

"Scott here, Captain."

"Everything back to normal?"

"Aye, Sir."  The Scotsman's voice was rich with satisfaction.

"Glad to hear it.  Kirk out."  That only left one thing to do, and he planned

to give this one the time it deserved.  Instead of using the intercom,

though, Kirk decided to try the bond.  Just the thought of the bond sent a

frisson of delight down his spine.  He was bonded to Spock.  Kirk sent a

burst of joy through the connection.

The answer he got in return, as Spock let all the shields down between

them, almost knocked him out of his chair.  It was a heady mixture of joy,

yearning, desire, and need.  Kirk sent back visual instructions to meet in

the Vulcan's cabin, posthaste.  Kirk grinned when he could already sense

the Vulcan on the move.

Kirk stood and gestured to Sulu.  "Mr. Sulu, you have the con.  In fact, you

have the command roster unless an emergency crops up.  Consider both

myself and Mr. Spock off duty until instructed otherwise."

"Aye, Captain."  Sulu turned back to his station, but Kirk could see the grin

on his face.  It wasn't going to take any one on board long to figure out

what had happened.  That was fine with him, he had no intention or desire

to keep the bond secret.

He took in the entire bridge crew.  "Good work, everyone."  That got grins

out of all of them.  With a satisfied nod Kirk moved to the turbolift and

entered when the door slid open.

As the door slid shut, he was consumed with a sense of urgency.  He knew

that some of it was coming from Spock, but a good deal of it was his own. 

The bond was still too new for them to easily tolerate being parted.  Now

that he was relaxing, the call to be with his bondmate was gathering

strength every second.

By the time he got to deck five, and after a quick look to see that no one

was around, he began to run.  He slammed his hand on the controls to

Spock's quarters, stepped within, and found himself surrounded by Vulcan

strength and love.

Kirk wrapped his arms around Spock and just held on tight.  It was almost

too much, like crawling into a hot bath after being nearly frozen to death,

as the warmth creeps into cold limbs, reawakening them with a tingling,

burning sensation.

Kirk had no idea how long they stood like that, arms around each other,

soaking in the other's presence, the bond embracing them equally within. 

Finally Kirk pulled back.  When Spock made a dissenting noise, Kirk took

his hand.  "I'm not going anywhere.  Let's just sit down."

Spock allowed Kirk to pull him to the bed, and Kirk sat down, leaning

against the headboard.  Spock sat down next to him, lifting an arm,

encouraging Kirk to rest in the hollow of his shoulder.  Kirk was only too

happy to oblige.

With a contented sigh, he lay his head down, wrapping an arm around

Spock's chest.  The bond was humming nicely between them.  As time went

on, Kirk frowned as he felt some anxiety coming from Spock.  "What is it? I

can feel you thinking."

Spock sighed.  "There was much we should have discussed before we

bonded."

"Like what?"  It was easy to ask the question now that it was a fait

accompli.  Spock could come up with all the reasons he wanted as to why

it was a bad idea; it wasn't going to change a thing.

"Jim, if either of us dies, it's very likely that the other will die as well." 

"I figured that one out already.  After all, you showed up almost dead from

your other.bond having been severed."  It felt bad even saying that.  He

pulled away from Spock for a second, a jolt of jealousy shooting through

him.  "Is this bond as good as that bond was?"

Spock nodded.  "I would not have believed it possible as that other bond

was quite strong.  But now that I can compare them, I can feel that this

bond is much stronger, as I initiated it."

That satisfied Kirk.  He settled back down again.  "I understand that having

the first and second in command of a starship linked like this comes with a

bit of a handicap, but Vulcans have been dealing with this for thousands of

years."

"Having another Vulcan present decreases the odds of one bondmate's

death causing the death of the other."

"Oh."  Kirk sighed.  "Well, we'll just prepare the crew under us more fully,

just in case.  But, the flip side of this, Spock, is that we'll be able to

command more efficiently, and be able to tell when the other is in

danger."

"There is another positive side effect."

Kirk knew there was a catch here somewhere.  He spoke cautiously. 

"Yeah, like what?"

"You will need to be more careful."

Kirk scowled.  "That goes for you too, Mister.  Jumping in front of me and

taking the killing blow won't be an effective strategy for you anymore."

Spock conceded this with a slight tilt of his head.  "We will both need to be

more careful, then."

"And if you thought McCoy hovered a lot before, I'll bet he drives us crazy

now."

Spock sighed.  "A most unpleasant likelihood."

Kirk snuggled in more deeply.  "I don't care, as long as I have you."

"An emotional response, albeit a welcome one."

Conversation stopped for a while, as they continued to soak in each other's

presence.  Kirk didn't think he'd ever get enough of the gentle being in his

arms, and in his mind.  He let out another happy sigh when Spock began to

rake his fingers through Kirk's hair.  Such a simple gesture, but it inundated

him with the Vulcan's love.  He tightened his hold on Spock's chest.  "I

thought I'd lost you."

Spock's hold on Kirk grew equally tight.  "And I, you."

"That other me, that other James Kirk, he wrote that he tried to keep you

there."  Kirk hesitated, jealousy rearing its ugly head again.  "Did you want

to stay?"

Spock shifted his body so he could fully look at his bondmate.  "What I

wanted was you."

"He was pretty close to being me."

"Yes, he was, but he wasn't you."

"Would you have stayed?  I mean, if you could have?" On one hand, Kirk felt

foolish for pressing the subject, but on the other he knew he needed to

clear his head and heart of all his doubts.  There would be no secrecy

between them.

"Not unless I was unable to get home to you."

"But, suppose you couldn't get home to me?"

Spock furrowed his brow and Kirk almost squirmed as Spock stared at him

for a minute.  He could feel Spock in his mind, as if he were searching for

the emotion underscoring the inquisition.  "I am not sure how to answer

that question.  However, I think I can say that I find it unlikely that I would

have stopped trying to return to you."

"What did he say to you to try and get you to stay?"

Spock placed his fingers on Kirk's face to strengthen the mental

connection.  Kirk could sense his intention was to allow him to see the

memories.  Kirk took the invitation and saw the entreaties, the kisses, the

arguments.  He smiled wryly.  "He didn't exactly play fair, did he?"

Spock almost smiled.  "He was you, Jim.  A future you, but you,

nonetheless."

"Are you saying I don't play fair, Mister Spock?"

"I am saying that you have an inordinate skill in manipulating the world

around you to get what you want."

"And he wanted you."  Kirk reached up and touched Spock's face, running

his fingers down the nose, softly caressing the lips.  "Just like I do."

Spock closed his eyes.  Kirk could feel him enjoying the touch.  "It was

most difficult for him.  He had lost his Spock.  And yet, there I was, both

physically, and in his mind."

"How did that happen, by the way?  How did you two end up bonded?"

"He has, as do you, a most powerful mind for a human.  He used the link

that existed between you and me to rebuild the bond that existed between

him and the other Spock."

"So you didn't have anything to do with it?"

"Other than unwisely entering his mind without sufficient thought, no."

"Good."  Kirk was fiercely glad that the only bond Spock really wanted was

with him.  "I know it's weird to be jealous of myself, but I am."

"He said the same thing.  And yet, he made it possible for me to get back

to you."

Kirk could feel a lingering sadness in Spock, thoughts of the other Kirk's

death on his mind.  "Yes, he did. If he hadn't written that note, you'd be

dead, and my ship disintegrating in a dozen different timelines."  Kirk

smiled and leaned forward, kissing Spock gently.  "And remember, Spock,

because this ship was saved, he didn't die.  And now, I can return the

favor, and make sure that his Spock doesn't die.  That you don't die."   Kirk

kissed him again, his touch softer, wetter.

Kirk could feel how just that small touch ignited Spock's desire.  It made

him feel powerful, and sexy as all hell to be wanted that much.  He lifted

a hand, cupping Spock's cheek, turning the Vulcan's head so he could kiss

him again, fully, his tongue begging for entrance by tracing along the inner

seal of Spock's lips.

Spock opened his mouth, and began to slide them both down into the bed,

pressing their bodies tightly together.  The desire was turning into a

conflagration.  Kirk had thought that they might take it slow, might take

some time to thoroughly explore each other this first time, learning their

likes and dislikes.  That idea was going rapidly out the window.

Spock wrapped a leg around Kirk, pressing their groins together, and Kirk

decided the going slow idea was a remarkably bad one.  All he knew was

that it was imperative that he be touching Spock immediately.  He

wrestled to get Spock's shirt off and then yanked his own off as well.   The

sensation of flesh on flesh as their chests met caused both men to groan.

Kirk groaned again when Spock's nimble fingers found a nipple.  Kirk

returned the favor, his fingers delighting in the suede-like texture of

Spock's skin, contrasting to the pebbled surface of his areola.  He thought

for a moment of tasting it, of feeling the roughened surface with his

tongue, but his lips and mouth were being thoroughly devoured by his

bondmate and he couldn't bear the thought of pulling away.

There were still too many clothes between them.  Kirk managed to kick off

his boots, and encouraged Spock to do the same.  Lips still clinging, they

worked off their pants and briefs, socks coming off last.  Kirk almost came

just feeling the hot Vulcan body completely naked, feeling the hardened

arousal against his thigh, physical proof of the desire singing through the

bond.

Kirk's hands ran the length of Spock's back, cupping his butt, roaming back

up to his chest, trying to touch him everywhere he could reach.  Finally,

he moved a hand down to touch Spock's erection.  The heat of it singed

him.  He moaned into Spock's mouth as he felt the self-lubrication make

the Vulcan's cock slippery and easy to caress.

Kirk opened his mouth wide as Spock swept his tongue inside his mouth,

the kiss claiming, deep and lasting.  Kirk aligned his cock next to Spock's

and thrust in rhythm with Spock's tongue.

Spock's hand moved down between their bodies to share in the exploration

and when he reached his target, Kirk drove himself into the warm fingers. 

Spock held them both in place, rubbing his lubrication onto Kirk.  This time

Spock was the one who moved, and he let out a groan.  He turned their

bodies until Kirk was lying on top of him, and he thrust again.

The thought of his reserved Vulcan first officer, in the throes of passion,

lost in heat, feeling his desire through the bond, and hearing it in Spock's

fevered groans and rapid breathing destroyed whatever control Kirk had

left.  He pushed against Spock, finding a shared rhythm, feeling the

pressure build both in his body and in Spock's.

The desire ricocheted between them, both physically and mentally and it

didn't take them long.  As one, they climaxed, their seed gushing out

between them, their physical essences commingling.  Through it all, they

never stopped kissing, although it had followed the excitation of their

bodies and was now turning into soft nibbles and gentle tongue strokes as

their bodies began to calm down.

Kirk sprawled on top of the Vulcan, too sated to move, and still wanting to

feel as much of his bondmate as possible.  He pressed a series of soft kisses

on Spock's cheek, and down his jaw, moving to his earlobe.

Spock turned his head, clearly inviting the exploration of his ear to

continue.  Kirk obliged him, exploring the whorls, making his way up to the

elegant tip.  He pulled back and smiled down at Spock.  "I think I've always

wanted to do that, from the moment I laid eyes on you."

Spock's eyes smiled in return.  "While I might have found such attention

disconcerting at our first meeting, you are welcome to indulge yourself at

the present time.  I find the sensation most pleasing."

Kirk grinned, delighted.  "I find everything about you to be most pleasing." 

He rubbed his now soft penis against Spock's.  "That was the most amazing

thing I ever felt.  And all we did was some mutual masturbation.  I don't

know that I'd have survived anything more."

"I, too, found it a bit overwhelming.  I believe that we will grow more

accustomed to the bond as time goes on."

"I don't think I'll ever get accustomed to it, Spock. I don't know that I want

to."

Spock wrapped his arms around Kirk's back and hugged him tightly.  "I still

find it hard to believe that we are here, together, despite the indisputable

evidence."

Kirk sighed, then he reached for his discarded tunic, and lifting his body

enough to get his hand between them, mopped up the semen.

Spock lifted an eyebrow.  "I could go get us a towel."

Kirk shook his head.  "You're not going anywhere.  I have no intention of

letting go of you for quite some time."  Spock lifted an eyebrow, and Kirk

waited for him to offer some logical reason as to why that wasn't a feasible

strategy.  He barked out a laugh when Spock just flipped them until they

were lying face-to-face.  "No arguments, Mister Spock?"

"None, Captain."

"Spock?"

"Yes?"

"I can't tell you how much it means to me that you waited for me to do

that.  I'm not sure if our roles had been reversed, and it had been me being

wooed by another you, that I could have resisted."

"Possibly not.  A Vulcan's desire is a most powerful force."  Spock reached

up and traced Kirk's lips.  "But, you are also a force to be reckoned with, in

any universe."

"That may be so, but it seems I've met my match in you."

"A fact for which I find myself most grateful."

Kirk smiled and pushed Spock on to his back a little, so he could take his

place resting on the Vulcan's shoulder.  "You and me, Spock.  A match

made in heaven."  Kirk could feel the eyebrow go up and he grinned.  "Just

an expression, Spock.  Don't analyze it."

"Ah."

"That's it?  Just ah?"

"You told me not to analyze it."

"I know, but you could at least agree."

"To not analyze it?"

"No, that we are a match made in heaven."

There was a pause.

"You're analyzing."

"I am merely pulling up the facts I know about the concept of heaven."

"I told you not to analyze."

"You asked me to agree.  How can I agree without knowing all the salient

facts?"

Kirk started to laugh.  "Never mind, Spock.  Will you agree with me if I say

that we belong together?"

"Yes, I will agree to that, without reservation."

"Good, then let's leave it at that and get some sleep.  And then I plan to

make love to you again, but this time we'll take our time."

"I concur with that, as well."

Kirk kissed Spock's neck, smiling lazily.  "Like I said, a match made in

heaven."

Epilogue
Stardate 6100.2

Spock rose from the science station.  "Captain, Mr. Scott has just advised

me that the new engine refit has been completed on the Galileo.  With

your permission I would like to take it out and do a systems check."

Kirk turned in his chair until he was facing his First Officer.  The bond had

grown stronger over the last year, and as he looked at his bondmate, he

could feel it between them like a tender massage. "Agreed, Mr. Spock.  I'll

be anxious to see how the new adaptations affect the shuttle's

performance."

Spock nodded and headed for the turbolift.  Kirk watched his back,

admiring his small, hard ass as he waited for the lift to appear.  Then,

warning bells began to go off in the back of his mind and fear cascaded

down his spine.  "Wait, belay that order."

Spock turned, clearly feeling the fear his bondmate was experiencing. 

"What is it, Captain?"

"Spock, the shuttle.  Remember?"  Kirk's voice was tight.

Suddenly Spock did remember.  He crossed the bridge and stood in front of

his bondmate, reassuring him with his presence as well as across the bond. 

"It was remiss of me not to remember.  I shall not go."

Kirk nodded at him, fear at what might have so easily happened coiling in

his gut.  He hit the intercom.  "Kirk to engineering."

"Scott here."

"Mr. Scott.  Spock and I have reason to believe that there is something

wrong with the Galileo.  I want an engineering team to take the thing

apart until you find it."

"That isna possible.  I did the refit myself."

"Be that as it may, I want the thing torn apart."

There was a pause.  "Aye, aye, Sir."  The voice was disgruntled, as if a

personal attack had been made on his family name.

Kirk toggled the intercom off.  He glanced up at Spock, his eyes still

reflecting his fear.

Spock made a rare public gesture and placed his hand on Kirk's shoulder.  "I

am all right."

Kirk's words were spoken softly, aimed just for the Vulcan's hearing.  "How

could I have been so stupid? I should have had this date set in my calendar

to make sure this would never happen."

"I am guilty of the same neglect, Jim."

Kirk pointed at the view screen.  "In a few minutes I could have just

watched your shuttle explode, taking you with it."

"But you will not.  It will not happen."  A surge of love shot across the bond

from Spock to Kirk.

Kirk body began to relax, but he suspected he'd get a few nightmares out

of this.  He covered Spock's hand with his own.  "And now your future

James T. Kirk, still has his Spock."

An eyebrow went up.  "Indeed.  I find that a most satisfying thought."

Kirk grinned.  "Which means he can keep his cotton pickin' hands off of

you."

The second eyebrow went up.  "Cotton pickin'?"

"Just an expression, Spock."

"I see.  Well, perhaps I will go to the shuttle bay and assist Mr. Scott."

"Very good, Mr. Spock.  I'll expect a detailed report later in my quarters." 

He looked up at Spock through his lashes, his eyes full of what that report

would consist of.

Spock nodded.  "Of course, Captain.  I would expect no less."  Spock sent a

provoking image across the bond that caused a tightening in Kirk's groin.

Kirk shifted in his seat.  Spock was far superior in the sending of messages

across the bond, and that included the sending of startlingly clear sexual

images.  Kirk found himself the recipient of those images at the most

inopportune times, Spock's version of a practical joke, and to be fair,

promises of delights to come.

Kirk really didn't mind, except that sitting on the captain's chair sporting a

hard-on was a bit embarrassing.  He hissed at his bondmate.  "That better

be a promise."

Spock glanced around the bridge, and then, apparently seeing that no one

was paying attention, he smiled at Kirk.

Kirk drew in a shaky breath.  Those smiles were another weapon in the

Vulcan's arsenal.  They made his heart pound and his blood all move

south.  He stood.  "I think I'll accompany you, Mr. Spock."

"Very good, Captain."

They both made it to the turbolift and entered.  When the door slid shut,

Kirk launched himself at Spock and kissed him.  "You don't play fair,

Spock."

"I learned from a master, Jim."

Kirk snorted out a laugh.  "Would it be a shocking dereliction of my duties

if we detoured to our cabin and made that particular vision come true?" 

The image was one of Spock, on his knees, with Kirk's cock in his mouth.

Spock held Kirk close.  "Yes, but I believe there is an expression that

humans have often used to defend this sort of behavior."

"Oh, and what is that, Mr. Spock?"

"Rank has its privileges."

Kirk laughed into Spock's neck.  "I do so love you."

"Then I suggest we adjourn to our cabin so I can get my…what was the

phrase?  Ah, yes, get my cotton pickin' hands on you."

"And your mouth."

"Indeed, most certainly my mouth."

Kirk groaned, and when the doors to the lift slid open, Kirk grabbed Spock's

hand and ran.

The End

January 9, 2003