Title: The Bonding
Author: K’Chaps
Feedback: justblackchaps at yahoo dot com
Beta: All mistakes are mine.
Pairing: K/S
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kirk and Spock bond. The situation is quite different from what Kirk expected.
Warning: Violence, Rape, Bondage, not for the weak of heart.
Disclaimer: Star Trek and its characters belong to Paramount. I get nothing from this.

The Bonding

Chapter 1
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Kirk sat in the center seat and tapped his fingers on the armrest. He flicked his eyes over to the Science Station. Was it his imagination or did Spock tighten his shoulders? Chekov and Sulu were exchanging the occasional comment. Uhura was engrossed in whoever was talking, and Scotty was down in the engine room tinkering with the warp drive. McCoy? He was in Sickbay, and Kirk wanted to be anywhere, but on the bridge.

“Mr. Spock, you have the bridge.”

“Aye, Captain.” Spock stood up immediately and moved towards Kirk. He rose to his feet and paused. His eyes almost met Spock’s, but at the last moment, he jerked them away. Kirk went to the turbolift and inside without a backward glance. He stood for a moment, keeping his back to the bridge. Where to go?

“Deck 5.”

The turbolift executed his order, and Kirk put his hands against the wall. Leaning in slightly, he pushed with frustration. Lately this job was just hell. The turbolift arrived and Kirk went to his quarters. The lights came up, and Kirk sat in front of his computer. He didn’t turn it on. Temporarily, he was caught up with reports. McCoy wanted to have dinner together, but Kirk was restless, dissatisfied, and impatient. Spock was driving him crazy. Kirk remembered the exact moment this had been set in motion. It was after Spock’s pon farr with T’Pring. That smile when the door opened between them. It had tilted Kirk’s universe.

Kirk convinced himself it was nothing for months. Lately, the arguments had been wearing a bit thin. Kirk wanted Spock. Women and men rotated in and out of Kirk’s life over the years, but he wanted Spock. Needed Spock. Dreamed Spock. Craved Spock. Kirk would trade most anything, well not his ship, for a single touch. It was insane. Spock was unattainable. He was Vulcan, sure only half, but inside he was all Vulcan, and he would never want Kirk. Never. Chances were good that Spock would rather mate with a Klingon. Kirk sighed softly and moved to the bed. He kicked off his boots and lay down with his arm over his eyes. This was going to stop, or transferring Spock off the Enterprise would be Kirk’s only option. It wasn’t his fault, but Kirk couldn’t transfer himself off his own command. If he could have, he would have already.

Sleep was impossible. When was the last time he’d slept all night? Too bad masturbating didn’t help. It made it worse. Kirk slid back into his boots. The Enterprise was on route to Starbase 11 to pick up supplies and rotate personnel. A ship wide inspection was definitely called for. How long had it been since he looked in every nook and cranny? More than six months and that was too long. One thing about an inspection, after the first stop, the word went like wildfire through the ship. His first stop had to be a good one. Sickbay was too easy, Engineering was a waste of time, so where to go? Communications with Uhura was always fun. Usually they’d ended up in bed, but that started on the bridge. Kirk decided to check out food services. Things were always bad down there right before supplies arrived. It was time to shake things up a bit.

Before he went, Kirk made out Spock’s transfer. Spock could leave the ship at Starbase 11. Kirk put his head in his hands. It wasn’t what he wanted, but it was the only solution possible.

*********

Kirk kept at it until he was beginning to get tired. He had so much restless energy that it took almost two shifts. The word he was on the prowl had gone out, and even Engineering made an effort. He was heading to Sickbay and thinking it might be his last stop when McCoy found him.

“Sickbay?”

“Yes, are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready,” growled Dr. McCoy.

Kirk grinned. “What’s on your mind?”

“I was curious as to how long you were planning on going without sleep?”

Kirk stopped grinning. McCoy always cut to the heart of the matter. “I’m almost done. I’ll head to quarters soon.”

“This has to stop,” said McCoy, “or I’m going to prescribe you a sleep aid.”

Kirk tossed McCoy a glare, and the door to Sickbay opened. “Impress me, Doctor.”

McCoy grumbled his way through the inspection. Kirk winked twice at Nurse Chapel just to watch her blush and fumble. A captain needs to have some fun, after all. Finally, Kirk called a halt.

“That’s enough, Bones. I’m tired and going to quarters. We can finish this next year.”

McCoy smiled. “Good. Go sleep for a change instead of working on the computer.”

“Have you been monitoring my logs?” Kirk put his hands on his hips and frowned. Nosy doctor.

“It’s my job,” said McCoy. “Now, go sleep or I’m going to sedate you.”

Kirk groaned and scooted out of Sickbay. He hadn’t inspected the Science Department, and he did not intend to do so. It would only aggravate his problem, and he’d never get any rest. Kirk stifled a groan when Spock was in the turbolift. Was there no justice in the universe? His first officer looked calm and composed. Kirk wanted to tell him about the transfer just to elicit some reaction. Where once he sought out Spock’s company, now it was more than he could bear, and frankly, Kirk was certain Spock felt the same.

“Good evening, Captain,” said Spock. He didn’t look at Kirk.

Kirk smiled, but didn’t allow his eyes to touch Spock. “Is it evening already?”

“Yes, are you inspecting the Science Department next?”

“What’s the use of inspecting a department run by a Vulcan? I’m sure you’re much tougher than a mere captain,” said Kirk. This turbolift was taking its own sweet damn time delivering them to the proper deck. “I’m headed to quarters. McCoy wants me to get eight hours.”

“Doctor McCoy is usually correct in his assessment of your health.”

Kirk wanted to snarl at Spock, but he smoothed his hair back and prayed that the door would open, damn it! Spock didn’t seem to care that Kirk hadn’t responded. Nothing new about that. They had been more than the best of friends, and now, well now, they were nothing at all.

The doors didn’t open. The turbolift seemed to take on a life of its own, jarring to a sudden stop, and the ship slipped sideways. Kirk’s boots left the floor, and he was thrown the length of the turbolift, directly into Spock. The impact was breathtaking. A rib snapped, and pain ripped up Kirk. He reached for Spock instinctively with mind, body, and heart. Spock braced them both into the corner with one arm tightly around Kirk’s back. The arm was burning hot, even through his tunic. Kirk’s face pressed in Spock’s neck. He could smell the desert. His hands buried themselves in Spock’s tunic, grasping. The ship came back to center, but Kirk’s equilibrium was still upside down. What the hell?

Spock took his arm off Kirk and pushed him away, not gently. Kirk fell to his knees and the rib grated against his lung. He choked down the pain and leaned against the turbolift wall. His head felt large, too large.

“Captain, I apologize,” said Spock.

Kirk looked up to find him on the other side of the turbolift looking distinctly uncomfortable. Something blazed hot between them. He searched for words and found nothing. One touch. Spock had thrown him down. Hard. Kirk looked down at his hands. One touch. The turbolift chose that moment to restart its journey, and instantly the doors were open. Kirk used the wall to push to his feet. Pain tore at him, black dots swam in front of his eyes, but he got up. Spock made no move to touch him, and Kirk didn’t want him near. That transfer would go into effect immediately, and perhaps charges for assaulting a superior officer. Kirk ignored his, soon to be transferred, first officer and staggered for the intercom.

“Captain Kirk to bridge. What the hell just happened?”

“We encountered some turbulence in warp space,” said Mr. Scott. “It’s rare, but not unheard of either.”

“Damage report?”

“All decks reporting in now,” said Mr. Scott.

“I’m on my way to the bridge,” said Kirk. He snapped off the intercom and felt Spock at his right shoulder.

“Captain, Jim, you should go to Sickbay,” said Spock. “I’ll report to the bridge.”

“This is my ship, Mister.” Kirk slammed his eyes into Spock’s and almost fainted. Heat, hot, burning hot. He shook his head to clear it. “Confine yourself to quarters.”

“Captain,” said Spock. “You are not thinking clearly.”

“Probably not, but I’m going to the bridge,” growled Kirk. This was too much. Spock reached out a hand, and Kirk resisted the urge to slap it away. He moved back. His shoulders bumped into the wall, making him gasp. Spock took another step and touched Kirk lightly on the meld points.

“Get the hell away from me, Spock.”

Spock was inside Kirk’s mind by the end of the sentence. Kirk slammed to his knees, further impaling that rib, and Spock leaned over him, remaining in contact.

//This is unexpected//

//What is this//

//We have bonded//

//I don’t understand//

//You belong to me now//

Kirk trembled from pain and the meld. Spock released him. “Go to Sickbay, Jim. There is enough uncertainty without the captain bleeding internally.”

Kirk looked up at Spock. The urge to obey without question was there. He pushed it back. Spock grabbed him by the underarm and pulled him up. Kirk gasped again and cursed himself for being weak.

“Do as you’re told, Bondmate. I will be on the bridge,” said Spock. His words echoed in Kirk’s head and resonated down his spine. Spock was gone back into the turbolift, and Kirk waited for the next one. Bonded? Like T’Pring? Was it possible? Spock was so unhappy that it must be true. The turbolift arrived and took Kirk to Sickbay. He staggered slightly, and the walk was a long one. Spock was there with him, but also on the bridge. Kirk was confused, hurting, and comforted. The door to Sickbay opened, and Nurse Chapel rushed to him, helping him to a bed, lying flat hurt like hell.

“Doctor McCoy!” Nurse Chapel seemed a bit upset, and Kirk patted her hand. McCoy came around the corner.

“What the hell happened to you? You’re white as a sheet.”

“Turbolift, accident,” said Kirk. Was it his imagination or was he wheezing? Spock?

“His lung is collapsing, Doctor,” said Nurse Chapel.

Kirk heard nothing after that.

***********

//You will return now//

//Why//

//McCoy has healed you//

//You are inside me//

//It is regrettable//

//My apologies//

//Mine also//

Kirk sat up. “Damn it!”

Spock’s back was all Kirk saw of him as he was leaving Sickbay. Kirk swung his legs over, and Dr. McCoy was there.

“Slow down, Jim. I haven’t released you.”

“Do it,” said Kirk. “I have business with Spock.”

“Spock left a report for you there.” McCoy pointed to the bedside table. “Go over it, and I’ll check you out. You gave your old doctor here quite a scare.”

Kirk picked up the report. “Why?”

“You didn’t wake up,” said McCoy. “Spock said he’d take care of it, and he did.”

“Yes, I’m so relieved.” Kirk scanned the report. Minor injuries. His was the worst. Minor damage, the transporter in the shuttle bay was the worst. Scotty was working on it. This wouldn’t delay their arrival at Starbase 11. The report was thorough, of course, and Kirk threw it across the room in a rare display of temper that left Dr. McCoy’s mouth hanging open. Spock hated him, and they were bonded. Stupid, stupid. Why hadn’t he transferred Spock when he had the chance? It was too damn late now. “Are you done?”

“You certainly are your old cheery self. Yes, go to quarters. Don’t report to duty for four more shifts. I’ll be watching,” said McCoy, “and so will Spock.”

Kirk’s eyes narrowed. Did the doctor know? Kirk nodded and headed for his quarters. Spock was on the bridge. Kirk didn’t know how he knew, but he did. There was a link between them. His quarters were as sterile and quiet as ever, and Kirk took himself to the shower. Emerging clean, he dropped into bed. He was determined to rest. Shutting his eyes, he could see a thousand thin strands of intricate silvery hotness linking him to Spock. They were bonded, and that hotness was the meld between them. Kirk hadn’t cried since he was ten, but at this moment, he wanted to, and scream too. The one thing he’d wanted had been delivered to him, and oh, the price he was going to pay for it. There was nothing free in the universe. The meld thickened. Kirk had no better word for it, and Spock was inside him.

//Go to sleep, Mate//

//Fuck you//

//I will punish you for that//

Anger turned to astonishment and pushed Kirk from the hot meld. Punishment? Spock was his bondmate, not his master. Spock dragged Kirk back. The anger surged back.

//I am your master//

//I am your captain//

//The two do not intercept//

Kirk pulled away and snapped his eyes open. Spock had delusions of grandeur. The meld was quiet, and Kirk’s anger faded. His head felt abused, and suddenly he was sleepy. He curled up under a light blanket to rest. Spock was there, always now, and Kirk was glad, against his better judgment.

********

Spock, standing over him, thrust Kirk into consciousness. For a brief irrational moment, he wanted to pull the blanket up. Fear? Maybe. Spock was all in black. The meld was hot and wrapped completely around Kirk. Spock pulled it tighter. Kirk watched, and Spock tightened it again.

“Hello, Spock,” said Kirk. Eyes clashed. “How’s my new bondmate?”

“I am your master,” growled Spock.

Kirk narrowed his eyes and sat up. The meld was so tight it was difficult to move at all. How did Spock do that? “I thought I confined you to quarters.”

“Say it.”

Kirk said nothing. Spock didn’t want him. Why do this? The meld was hot and getting hotter. Anger, perhaps?

“You don’t want this, so pull it out, and be done with it.” Kirk made sure the blanket was across his lap.

“It is far too late. The bond cannot be removed. Say it.”

Spock clearly wasn’t going to let go of this anytime soon. Master, huh? Kirk didn’t want to say it, but it was just words. What could it hurt?

“Hello, Master,” said Kirk. He stared into Spock’s eyes. “How can I help you?”

“You are insolent. I feel your thoughts.” Spock paused. “Lower your eyes or I will strike you.”

Kirk lowered his eyes, but from shock. Spock would hit him? Kirk tossed the blanket off and attempted to stand. Spock grabbed hold of him with the meld and put him on his knees. Kirk struggled with all his considerable strength. It was futile.

“This is where you belong,” said Spock. “On your knees, with your eyes down, and arms back.”

“What the hell?”

Spock leaned and pushed Kirk’s arms back. His wrists didn’t quite meet. Kirk’s face was buried in Spock’s groin. He breathed in the hot, dry scent of Spock and tried to think clearly. Spock wanted him? On his knees? The thought made Kirk’s cock harden. He wanted Spock, and now Kirk’s dreams were coming true. Or would they turn out to be nightmares? Spock stepped back slightly. Kirk stopped fighting the meld. It was strong, holding him on his knees, arms back almost touching, and his face turned downward.

“That is the proper position,” said Spock.

“Why?”

“Don’t talk unless I ask you a question.” Spock touched Kirk’s lips with his index finger. It was hot against him. “You are mine, you will obey, or I will punish you.”

Kirk glanced up. Their eyes made sparks, and Spock backhanded him across the face. Not hard, but hard enough. Kirk stopped breathing and thinking. Spock hit him! The slight pain on his cheekbone was like a phaser blast to the chest. Spock was serious. This wasn’t fun and games. This was going to be his personal life, on his knees with his eyes down. The price for Spock couldn’t be higher.

“Who am I?”

Kirk paused, and Spock put his hand on him. “Master.”

“Yes, and you are?”

“In deep shit,” said Kirk. He wasn’t joking. His knees hurt.

Spock grabbed him by the hair and shook him. Hard. Kirk allowed it. He was in deep shit and going down. His cock was leaking and didn’t seem to care.

“I don’t understand humans,” said Spock, releasing him.

Kirk smiled, but kept his face and eyes down. He almost answered, but choked back the words. He was excellent at taking orders. Why was Spock giving them out?

“Good,” said Spock. “We should not have bonded. Understand this. I will be dominant. You will not.”

Kirk frowned. He was the captain of this ship. Spock was not, but then again they weren’t on the bridge. Spock’s boots moved away, and Kirk wanted to stand, but the meld was still tight.

“Your quarters are barely acceptable.” Spock was out of Kirk’s vision. “Have you been with a male?”

Kirk heard the question clearly, but was surprised and faltered on an answer. Spock was immediately in front of him. “Place your forehead on the floor.”

Kirk did it, even though his back protested. “Yes.”

“I am not surprised.” Spock sat down on the bed. “You like it.”

Kirk didn’t think that was a question. He’d be punished if it was. Kirk wanted to sigh. Was all this really necessary?

“Yes, Bondmate. You are mine, and I will accept nothing else.”

Kirk began to understand. Spock could hear Kirk thinking through the meld, and for now, he was going to be spending a lot of time on his knees. That or Spock wouldn’t bother with him, and that wasn’t what Kirk wanted. He wanted Spock. No matter the cost. The price would be high, and Kirk would pay it for as long as Spock let him. He took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and pushed his thoughts inward. He had to settle down, relax, and see this through.

“Better,” said Spock. “I have many reservations about this situation.”

Kirk examined the meld. It was still hot and pervasive. It was comprised of two sides, but Spock was firmly on Kirk’s side and his own. Kirk grabbed hold of some of his lust for Spock and thrust it into his side. Would Spock get the message?”

“You are impatient.”

Message received. Kirk focused on his breathing. No thinking. Spock wanted to be dominant, so Kirk would wait. Spock’s heat began to curl around him. Kirk’s skin began to prickle, and he wanted to pant. It was hot in here. Spock ran a hand down Kirk’s body, and it got decisively hotter.

“You are beautiful. T’Pring did not want a dominant mate.” Spock rested his hand on Kirk’s neck. “What do you want?”

“I want you,” said Kirk. He couldn’t move.

“We shall see,” growled Spock. “It will not be easy.”

The meld surged, and Spock pulled Kirk up by the neck. Kirk’s knees were happy to be up and moving. His eyes naturally went to Spock, but his throbbing cheek reminded him to keep them down.

“I sense your rebellion.” Spock kissed Kirk and made his knees go weak. “Your next punishment will be a harsh one.”

Kirk didn’t like the sound of that one bit. He wasn’t scared, but no telling what Spock would think of next.

“Undress me.”

Kirk tried to keep his eyes down. Spock stood immobile, and Kirk took the shirt off first. Spock’s chest Kirk had seen before, but it was as rippled as ever. He tossed the shirt on the bed, and Spock grasped him by the balls.

“That is not acceptable,” said Spock. He squeezed, and Kirk hunched. “Hang it up.”

Kirk didn’t move a muscle until Spock released him, and then he moved to hang it up. That had hurt. No erection now. Spock had many rules and discovering them all was going to be painful unless Kirk could cheat. The meld went both ways. He had to learn to use it. Quickly, before his balls were ripped off.

Kirk went back for Spock’s black pants, and his heart stopped beating. Spock growled so softly that Kirk heard it only through the meld. He shut off his rampaging emotions and stripped Spock naked, hanging up the clothes. Kirk looked into the meld carefully, and went back to Spock. Knees, arms, and eyes. Could Kirk find the proper position? Spock could punish him no matter what. There had to a path through this forest of punishments.
Kirk knelt and stuffed everything inside. Spock was glorious, everything Kirk had known he would be.

“Is it difficult?”

“Yes,” said Kirk. No lies between bondmates.

“It will get harder,” said Spock. “Command is not yours between us.”

Kirk didn’t speak, but raised his eyes to the level of Spock’s cock. It was hard, large, dusky green, leaking, and it made Kirk want to cum on the floor. Just looking at it. The meld was so hot that he was surprised smoke wasn’t coming out his ears. He wanted Spock and was willing to do most anything to get him, even beg.

“Who am I?”

“Master,” said Kirk. It was coming out a little easier.

“And you are?”

“Yours.” Spock hadn’t wanted him and wasn’t happy to have him, but it was true nonetheless.

“You may touch me now,” said Spock. “Use only your mouth.”

Kirk didn’t give Spock time to change his mind, but wanted to use his hands. This cock was big, and Kirk didn’t have that much experience. It tasted good. Hot and salty. Spock let him play for a few minutes and then took command again. His long fingers captured Kirk’s head, held it still, and he began to press deeper. Kirk gagged when Spock hit the back.

“Learn this,” said Spock.

Spock used the meld to open Kirk’s throat wide and pushed down it. Kirk’s eyes watered, and he panicked for a moment. Uhura could do this naturally, but no way he could.

“Your mind should be on me,” said Spock.

Kirk couldn’t answer, but he tried to focus on how Spock had opened him up that way. Spock used him hard, so hard that whatever erection Kirk had was gone again. Breathing took over as a major priority.

“Swallow it all,” said Spock.

Kirk heard the threat at the end of that sentence. Most men shout, gasp, yell, or say something when they cum. Spock let out a soft sigh and a small gasp. Kirk was the one gasping at the amount of cum. Twice as much, easily, as a human. Gritty, hot, his taste buds seized up. He tried to swallow it all, but this time it didn’t happen. Some ran down his mouth to his chest. The heat around Spock diminished slightly, and the meld cooled somewhat as well. Kirk was sweating like he’d been running. Spock pulled his cock out, and Kirk stayed where he was, well, he did lower his eyes.

“Punishment?”

“Yes, Master,” said Kirk. He didn’t want to say it, but he did anyway.

“Go lie on the bed,” said Spock. Kirk got up and went to lie on his back. His cock was not engaged in this process. Spock stood over him again and traced a finger from his forehead to his feet. “Stroke yourself.”

This was not how Kirk wanted to orgasm, and Spock knew it. Another punishment. Kirk half-heartedly began stroking himself.

“Harder,” said Spock.

Kirk did this, and Spock watched. It began to get to Kirk. His cock stiffened to its full length, and he kept his eyes on Spock’s cock. It was still hard. Spock never touched him, and Kirk didn’t need it. The meld and the eyes were enough to make him cum on himself. He gasped and jerked, milking out all the cum onto his stomach. Spock moved between Kirk’s legs and leaned down to lick it. Kirk jerked again and more leaked out.

“You taste good,” said Spock.

At least Kirk had done one thing right tonight. Spock licked Kirk until he squirmed, wanting to beg.

“I have never mated with a human male. Are there precautions I should take?”

Kirk smiled lazily. “Lubricant makes it better, otherwise I might bleed.”

“Doctor McCoy would not appreciate that,” said Spock. “Go get it.”

Kirk rolled off the bed and went to the drawers set into the wall. He pressed the release and took out the lubricant. He hadn’t used it very often. Spock was watching from the bed, and Kirk tested the meld for warnings. Spock was very aggressive. Kirk got back on the bed and resumed the submissive posture. Better safe than sorry. The price would be paid. He did belong to Spock. For now, that much was all too clear.

Spock moved behind Kirk, and the meld caressed him. Kirk groaned with the pleasure. Two things right in one night. Spock pushed him until his chest was down flat on the bed. His arms remained back.

“Fingers?”

“It helps,” said Kirk. It had been a long time since he’d found himself in this position.

Spock took the lubricant from Kirk’s hand and two seconds later, he about flew off the bed. Spock was not gentle, to say the very damn least. Kirk clenched his hands into fists, and Spock finger fucked him. It was rough enough that Kirk had no time to adjust. Spock pushed inside his lubed cock. Kirk hissed in pain, but said nothing. The meld was tight around him and pulsing like the cock up his ass.

“Hard?”

“Spock, Master, please, no,” cried Kirk. It sounded a lot like begging to Kirk’s ears, but his body would accept nothing less.

“You have earned no special consideration,” said Spock. He flexed inside Kirk, leaned over, and bit him hard on the shoulder. “Have you?”

“No,” gasped Kirk. The stakes were high in the dominance game Spock played.

Spock fucked him slow and easy. Kirk relaxed a little and began to enjoy it. The heat of the meld went back up, and Spock got serious. Kirk writhed and tried to slow him down, but Spock headed for Warp 7.

“Submit,” growled Spock.

Kirk surrendered, and the meld wrapped around him. Spock orgasmed again, and Kirk felt it run down his legs. He groaned and the meld faded back. With a quick jerk, Spock was out, and Kirk shook a little. That fucking would have killed a lesser man.

“McCoy wants you to rest,” said Spock. “I will be in my quarters. Don’t leave here, Bondmate.”

Kirk nodded weakly and collapsed on the bed. He needed a shower, but that seemed like work. Sleep, which had eluded him for months, was the better option.

********

//Will you wake//

//Do you need me//

//I am concerned//

//I am surprised//

//Humans are weak//

//Vulcans are horny//

Kirk woke up with a laugh on his lips. He felt awful. Shower, then food. Lots of it. The meld tugged at him, and he looked into it. It trailed up to the bridge. Spock was on duty. Kirk needed to relieve him soon. He got moving. It felt good to wash the cum away, but his ass was tender. Spock was not a gentle lover. Not now, perhaps later. If there was a later.

Kirk ate and drank. He was tremendously thirsty. The heat from the meld must be the reason for that. He sat at his computer and reprogrammed the door to open automatically for Spock before going over reports, schedules, and the duty roster. It was time to sit in the big chair again. Communications and the Science Department still needed inspected among other tasks, including a difficult talk with McCoy. Kirk stood up and stretched. Spock had told him to stay here. Kirk’s ass did not want a punishment tonight. I am such a coward. The meld was the answer. Kirk focused his mind there, and Spock was inside him.

//May I leave my quarters//

A long pause. Kirk waited.

//You are not on shift for two point three hours//

//I need to see McCoy//

The meld was quiet.

//Affirmative//

//Thank you//

And Spock was gone. Kirk felt like an ass kisser of the best, or worst, kind. The payment for the bond was high, but damn it, he’d known it would be, and he’d pay it. Spock was worth it.

*********

Dr. McCoy was at his desk when Kirk entered Sickbay. He sat down across from him and steeled himself.

“You have a faint bruise on your cheek,” said McCoy. “Did I miss that?”

“Forget it, Bones. It’s not important. Spock and I have bonded,” said Kirk. No easy way to say it.

McCoy stuck his finger in his ear and shook it. “What? I didn’t hear that right.”

“Yes, you did. The turbolift. Spock was in it with me. I was tossed on top of him, snapped a rib, and we bonded. I’m confused about it myself,” said Kirk. He wanted to pace.

“You and Spock are mates?” McCoy looked stunned, and Kirk empathized. He felt the same damn way.

“Yes, I think so, hell, ask Spock,” said Kirk. “He seems to know what’s going on.”

“I will. He needs to know a few things about humans.”

“That’s no joke.” Kirk stood up and turned away from McCoy. “I don’t think this will affect the command structure, but I need you to be my eyes and ears.”

“The crew will find out,” said McCoy. “They probably had a pool going.”

“That I find difficult to believe. Spock and I have barely spoken since . . .”

“Vulcan.” McCoy stood up and moved around the desk to Kirk. “I’m sorry or I’m happy for you, whichever you want.”

“Both is probably the best assessment of the situation right now. Spock is not happy.” Kirk smiled. “Can Vulcans be happy?”

“Sure, I think so. Don’t let him boss you around, Jim.”

“We’ll work it out,” said Kirk. McCoy did not need to know the truth. Hell, Kirk wished he didn’t. “I need to stop by ship stores. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Want me to heal that bruise?”

“No, thanks, Bones.” Kirk left Sickbay. McCoy had needed to know first, and he was right, the crew would find out. No secrets aboard a starship. Kirk would take that situation as it came. He was allowed a private life, as long as it didn’t affect ship’s business. Spock knew that better than anybody did.

Ship’s stores were quite a bit more organized, and Kirk knew exactly what he needed. He had everything sent to his quarters, and headed for the bridge. Communications needed inspected and if he hurried, he could get it done before shift started. Uhura gave him a big smile when he walked on his bridge. Everyone seemed a little relieved. He nodded, and Spock stood up.

“I’m not on duty yet, Spock. Uhura and I have some unfinished business.” Kirk avoided Spock’s eyes and surveyed the bridge with a proprietary eye.

Spock nodded and sat back down. The meld pulsed once and was silent. Kirk smiled at Uhura, and they went over her department from top to bottom, ending up in the belly of the ship where most of the equipment was located.

“Uhura, some of these circuits weren’t designed for these modifications.”

“They hold up though. Engineers always lie about specs,” said Uhura.

Kirk laughed. “You’re right, but be careful, and have Scotty look these over every now and again.”

“He’ll have a fit.”

“Okay, Spock then.” Kirk’s smile faded.

“You and Spock worked out your differences?”

Kirk looked hard at her. “What do you know?”

“Spock was in your quarters until late. Rumor is that you and he are a couple.”

“The ship knows before I do,” said Kirk. “Amazing.”

“That look he gave you when you walked on the bridge pretty much said it all.” Uhura stepped close to Kirk and touched his face lightly. “You okay?”

Kirk cupped her hand with his. “Yes, sir, and if I’m not the crew will tell me about it.”

Uhura laughed. “He didn’t break your rib in a fit of anger, right?”

“No, that was the turbolift. You squash that rumor, okay?”

“I’ll do it,” said Uhura. “But this bruise on your cheek doesn’t help the argument.”

“Turbolifts are full of hard surfaces. It’s a souvenir.”

Uhura pulled her hand away. “I’ll see if I can get that ship to fly.”

“You do that and there’ll be a pay increase in it for you.” Kirk shut the panels. “I’m on duty now. I still have to inspect Spock’s department.”

“Have fun,” said Uhura. “I’ll meet you on the bridge.”

Kirk nodded and left Uhura among her modifications. That lady was dangerous and needed a promotion.

********

Spock yielded the center chair without a word, and Kirk eased into it. His ass hurt. The pain he channeled into the meld for Spock’s edification. Being Captain was hard enough without a sore ass.

“I need to inspect the Science Department, Spock.”

“Aye sir,” said Spock.

“Mr. Sulu, you have the bridge,” said Kirk. He headed for the turbolift. The meld let him know that Spock was close behind him. The inspection went as usual, and everything was shipshape.

“Spock, make sure the more volatile experiments can’t be affected by an incident like what happened yesterday.”

“You lost a day, Jim,” said Spock.

“I wonder if I’ll get it back,” said Kirk quietly. Spock was his usual distant self, and no one would imagine that this Vulcan had made Kirk beg for mercy last night. The meld thickened, and Spock was there.

//You are fully functional//

//Yes//

//The bruise//

//Is yours, not McCoy’s//

//That is illogical//

//I am yours//

Spock pushed Kirk out of the meld, and they went back to the bridge.

********

Spock was off-duty during Kirk’s shift, but he stayed on the bridge at his science station long enough to annoy his captain.

“Spock, you’re off-duty. I’m sure you know where the turbolift is,” said Kirk.

“I no longer have confidence in that mode of transport,” said Spock.

Kirk grinned. “Use the stairs then, Mister.”

Spock nodded in his stiff manner and left the bridge. Kirk shifted slightly to take the pressure off his ass and sent the twinge into the meld. Spock sent back an answering pulse that made Kirk want to gasp. That was playing dirty. Kirk smiled and sent back affection. That should make Spock crazy.

The shift passed very quickly because Kirk had some catching up to do. Starbase 11 was sending a barrage of communiqués, all which required Kirk’s attention. The Enterprise would arrive soon. Kirk could use a little R and R, but Spock most likely would have an opinion, and it might include restraints of some kind. Kirk stood up to relieve his ass and paced around the bridge. It made the ensigns nervous, but that was a good thing.

One minute after his relief arrived, Kirk was on the turbolift heading to quarters. He wanted to see if the items delivered were satisfactory. The meld was quiet, and he didn’t check it before palming his way inside. The chair had arrived. They had placed it against the wall opposite the door. Spock was in it, looking every inch like Kirk’s master.

Kirk stopped four steps away and assumed parade rest with his eyes fixed on Spock’s right shoulder. The meld was strong, hot, and circling. Kirk breathed and tried not to think.

“Kneel,” said Spock.

Kirk did it, not easily and with a stiff back, but he managed it. His arms were back, and he tilted his face down so his eyes couldn’t rise any higher than Spock’s knees.

“Come here.”

Kirk wanted to roll up and walk, so that had to be wrong. He crawled on his knees and pushed down any rebellious thoughts, focusing on his great fondness for Spock, even if he was an ungrateful Vulcan.

“Take off your shirt.”

Kirk took it off and tossed it behind him. His cock was hard, but his stomach was churning with anxiety.

“Do you find punishment stimulating?”

“No, Master,” said Kirk, and he understood his mistake. It was Spock that Kirk must please, not himself, and Spock liked things tidy. Kirk held still. He didn’t want to compound the error.

“Go hang it up.”

Kirk crawled. Spock had said nothing about standing up. This relationship, if it lasted, was going to be hard on the knees. Kirk crawled back and returned to his submissive position.

“Put your head on my boot.”

Kirk sub-vocalized a growl, but did it. The meld got hotter. Spock was about through with the easy punishments. Kirk pulled all his emotions in tightly. He’d obey now and complain later. He was starting to sweat.

“This chair is more than adequate. How did you obtain it?”

“Scotty won it in a poker game. He didn’t want it. It was sitting in ship’s stores.”

“Fascinating. I spoke with McCoy.”

Kirk wanted to laugh, but didn’t.

“Or rather, listened to him lecture me on the frailties of the human body,” said Spock. “He knew I had hit you. Did you tell him?”

“No, Spock.”

Kirk spread his knees and arched ever so slightly to relieve the strain on his back. Spock ran a hand over him, touching lightly down the crease of his back. The caress was breathtaking for Kirk. He wanted Spock to touch him and never stop.

“You must obey,” said Spock. “I will not strike you across the face again.”

Captain Kirk was relieved. Jim Kirk wanted to be touched, everywhere. Spock rested both hands on him.

“Stand up.”

Kirk stood up and managed to keep his eyes more or less off Spock. He touched Kirk’s stomach and chest, pulling down his pants to release his cock. Kirk kept his arms back. Spock reached up and pulled Kirk’s nipples hard. Kirk moaned softly, and Spock twisted them. Kirk watched mesmerized as Spock handled his body roughly and gently. It was small amounts of pain mixed with huge doses of pleasure.

“Your ass is sore?”

“Yes, Master,” said Kirk. It was almost natural now.

“Humans are not as sturdy as some other races,” said Spock. “You were being punished.”

Spock hefted Kirk’s balls. Kirk held his breath. Those were fragile. He couldn’t watch, so he shut his eyes. Spock was gentle, and Kirk’s cock leaked. A lick and it was gone. Kirk chewed his cheek to keep from shouting.

“You taste good,” said Spock.

Kirk was glad.

“Is your cock large or small?”

“A little larger than average,” said Kirk.

“I might have to do some research,” said Spock.

Kirk’s head grew light at the thought, and Spock sucked him. It was a submissive act in theory, but in practice, Spock was dominating him mind and soul. Kirk moved to the rhythm set by Spock and those hands of his. The meld was hot and branding Spock’s name onto Kirk’s heart.

Spock grabbed Kirk’s ass and pulled him deeper before one hand teased his crack. Kirk didn’t want to cum. This, he didn’t want to ever end. Spock pushed one finger in Kirk’s ass and reached deep to massage his prostate. Kirk melted from the heat and reformed into Spock’s creature. His cock swelled and goose bumps broke out all over his body. Two more seconds, Spock reached up with his other hand and pulled Kirk’s nipple. Kirk orgasmed and his knees quit functioning. Spock followed him down, continuing to pleasure his body. Kirk’s cock wanted to go limp, but Spock didn’t allow it. He sucked out every drop and then started over. Kirk quivered and shook.

“Who am I?”

“Master, Master, please,” said Kirk. His voice sounded wild to his ear. Spock was breaking him.

“And you are?”

“I’m yours, only yours,” whispered Kirk. He was Spock’s, now and always, no matter the cost. He would pay it.

Spock lowered his mouth and forced Kirk to submit. Everything. Repeatedly.


**********
Chapter 2
Give It Away
***********


“Mr. Sulu, put us in synchronous orbit around Starbase 11, and not to close,” said Captain Kirk.

“Aye sir,” said Mr. Sulu.

Kirk was keeping his eyes away from Spock. Dr. McCoy got off the turbolift to stand at Kirk’s left shoulder.

“Ready to go over the shore leave schedule, Captain?”

“Sure Bones. Mr. Spock, you have the bridge,” said Kirk. He followed McCoy to the turbolift. The doors closed. “You could have used the intercom.”

“I needed the exercise.”

“You just wanted to scowl at Spock,” said Kirk. “Admit it.”

“It is fun,” said McCoy. “You are taking shore leave.”

“That wasn’t a question,” said Kirk. Would Spock let him off his knees long enough to have shore leave?

“You need it,” said McCoy, “without Spock.”

The turbolift arrived, and they went to Sickbay. Kirk didn’t answer until they were in McCoy’s office with two brandies on the desk.

“That’s not entirely my decision,” said Kirk, sipping his brandy. What a lie. He’d do what Spock said and nothing else. “Spock has a say.”

“You can’t let him get the upper hand, Jim.” McCoy smiled. “He’ll be insufferable.”

“Yes,” said Kirk. He hid behind his drink. McCoy had no idea and didn’t need one. “Let’s get this done.”

“Here look these over,” said McCoy.

Kirk took the list and scanned through it. It was fine. “Make sure Mr. Scott has plenty of time.”

“I will,” said McCoy. “Talk to Spock, okay?”

“Of course,” said Kirk. As soon as he got up from the floor. “I don’t see you here.”

“I’ll squeeze mine in. Don’t worry.” Now McCoy was hiding behind his drink.

“I worry. It’s my job. Schedule it and go.” Kirk used his captain voice and watched McCoy sputter in his drink. “Don’t argue.”

Kirk grinned, finished his drink, and handed back the schedule. He tossed McCoy a small salute and headed back to the bridge. His shift was about over. Spock moved out of the big chair, and Kirk smiled at him. He couldn’t help it. The meld gave a pulse. Kirk didn’t sit. He went to Uhura and leaned against the console with his arms crossed.

“Ready for shore leave?”

“So ready,” said Uhura.

“Don’t forget what I said about those modifications,” said Kirk. He smiled down at her. She had a way of lifting his spirits.

“Aye sir,” said Uhura. She graced Kirk with a radiant smile.

“Sulu and Chekov?”

“Aye sir?” They turned their chairs to give him their complete attention.

“Keep Mr. Scott out of trouble,” said Kirk. They grinned and nodded. Kirk slid his eyes to Spock and said nothing. This shift was over. “Mr. Spock, you have the bridge until next shift arrives.”

“Aye sir,” said Spock.

Kirk left the bridge without looking at him again. The bridge crew and every one else on the Enterprise down to the lowest ensign knew about the bonding, but that was all they knew, and Kirk intended to keep it that way. His personal life was nobody’s business, especially since the price for the bonding was so high. Oh, he’d pay it and happily, however it was a private matter between him and Spock.

//My quarters//

//Yes Master//

Spock retreated, and Kirk sighed. Spock had been there, and Kirk hadn’t known it. That was not acceptable. He went to Spock’s quarters blindly because he focused inward. The meld was a mystery to him, and Spock used it frequently. It was time to level the playing field.

Kirk stopped inside the door of Spock’s quarters, the lights came up dim, and he took a good look about. He hadn’t been here for months. A few pillows on the floor, Fire God in the corner, and it was warm. More than a few degrees higher than Kirk’s quarters. Where to wait? Bed? Somehow, he didn’t think that was right. There was the computer station. Not likely. Small sofa? It would seem slightly arrogant, considering his new position as keeper of the floor. Kirk grinned and sat on the floor, leaning back against a large yellow pillow. Eyes shut. He used this time to get familiar with the meld. It was two sided. Spock’s side was finely detailed and incredibly intricate. Kirk’s was sturdier. Not as many strands but they were thicker. The meld met in a bunch, not a knot, but close. Spock’s side somehow was more silver than Kirk’s side. He followed his end of the meld inside himself. It was rooted. A pulse of energy flowed down the meld. Spock? Kirk sent energy down it and watched it travel.

The door whooshed, and Kirk was a little slow to pull out of the meld. He looked up into Spock’s stoic face, froze, and scrambled to the proper position. It was too late, but he made the effort and went the extra step of putting his head on the floor.

“Do not assume, Mate,” said Spock.

Tonight, Kirk would pay a higher price than normal. Of course, what was normal? He had no idea.

What is your relationship with Lieutenant Uhura?” Spock sounded genuinely curious.

“She’s a senior officer, Master.” Kirk paused. What did Spock want?

“How many times have you had her?”

Now Kirk could hear the growl. “Without counting, I couldn’t hazard a guess.”

Spock grasped Kirk by the back of the neck and pulled him to the sofa. Kirk’s face pressed into Spock’s black pants, but he put his arms well back. His knees protested slightly. Spock wrapped a hand in Kirk’s hair.

“You are mine.” Spock snaked the other hand down and pulled Kirk’s cock. “This is mine.”

Kirk wasn’t about to argue about that. Spock’s internal heat was all over him. Sunburn was a possibility. Spock’s cock was hard. Kirk could feel it against his neck. A painful tug and Spock moved his hand up, pressing fingers in Kirk’s mouth. Kirk’s cock hardened as Spock finger fucked his throat. Spock’s hand was hot sinewy muscle thrusting back and forth over Kirk’s tongue. The meld was tight against him.

Spock freed his cock and stroked it right next to Kirk’s face. The fingers pulled out and cock replaced them. Kirk sucked it to the back of his throat several times. Spock wanted more and pressed in further. Relaxing his throat, Kirk managed to take him deeper. Spock grunted softly, held him tightly, and pushed his cock down hard. Kirk’s eyes watered and he choked convulsively. Breathing wasn’t possible. Spock held Kirk still for a long airless moment.

“This is mine,” said Spock.

Kirk barely heard him above the blood rushing in his brain. The cock pulled up, and he breathed. Down hard again. He refused to panic. Up, breathe. Down, swallow. The rhythm took over his body. Spock orgasmed. The hot, gritty cum went down Kirk’s throat. It also filled up his mouth. Kirk clamped his lips around Spock’s cock and swallowed. It tasted different, like nothing he’d imagined. He managed it all. Spock stood up and shoved Kirk to the floor. He caught himself from reflex, and Spock instantly straddled him.

“You moved your arms.”

Kirk’s eyes widened. That was a mistake? Spock got off him, pulled him to kneeling, and he put his arms back. Spock pushed him down again. This time Kirk left his arms back. Ouch and Goddamn. He lay on his side and panted from the heat. The intercom beeped.

“Spock here.”

“This is Mr. Scott. Is the Captain there?”

“One moment,” said Spock.

Kirk didn’t move or raise his eyes. Spock crossed to him. “You have much to learn. Go to the intercom.”

“This is Kirk.” He struggled to modulate his tones. He was so damn hot.

“The commander of Starbase 11 wants to see you in the transporter room. Some kind of mix-up.”

Kirk looked at Spock. Not his eyes. Spock nodded once and turned away. “I’m on my way.”

Kirk clicked off the intercom, and Spock pressed him against the wall. “We will continue this lesson.”

“Yes, Master,” said Kirk. Spock released him, and Kirk was out the door into the relative coolness of the hallway. His mouth hurt, and his shoulder ached, but most of all he was hot. The meld was pulsing around him, and he took several deep breaths in the turbolift. Did he look like a man who’d just been giving a blowjob? He straightened his uniform, brushed off his pants, and rubbed his face. Spock’s cum was still in his mouth. He needed a drink of water. Taking a quick detour, he found a food dispenser and ordered water. He drank it greedily and rushed to the transporter room.

The door opened, and Kirk stepped into chaos. Supplies piled along the wall, people milling about waiting for shore leave, and the commander from the Starbase was yelling at the top of his lungs at one of Kirk’s lieutenants.

Captain Kirk bellowed, “Quiet down!” The hush that fell was gratifying. “You people going on shore leave go out in the hallway.”

They filed out quietly, and Captain Kirk turned on the commander and said, “Captain Kirk, what the hell is going on here?”

“This idiot here . . .”

“Commander, a little respect for one of my crew please,” interrupted Kirk. He fixed his eye on him. “Who the devil are you?”

“Commander Dixon, and your lieutenant here has been transporting out the wrong supplies!”

Kirk raised his hand to stop him and turned to the lieutenant. “Why aren’t you using the transporter in the shuttle bay?”

“It’s being repaired, sir, from the warp slip.”

Kirk nodded and swung back. “We had a little accident on the way here, Commander. Wait one moment.” Kirk went to the intercom. “Scotty, when will that transporter be up and running?”

“Another three hours,” said Scotty.

“Get Spock on it,” said Kirk.

“Aye sir.” The intercom clicked off.

Kirk went to the hallway. “No shore leave until the transporter is fixed. Move, people.”

Moans and groans filled the hallway, and Kirk smiled patiently. Back to Commander Dixon. “You’re sure this is the wrong stuff?”

“Well, yes, almost,” said Commander Dixon. He looked suddenly nervous.

“Lieutenant, Mr. Dixon and I will be beaming over to straighten this out. Inform Mr. Scott.” Kirk gestured at the pad. “Now.”

Commander Dixon swallowed, and Kirk smiled. He was beginning to notice the small things about people. Spock was teaching him that, the hard way.

The transporter did its job, and Kirk was on Starbase 11. “After you, Commander. Where is your officer in charge of inventory?”

“Right here.”

Kirk looked over and into the face of a good-looking man. He had olive skin, curly black hair, not tall, and Kirk’s meld pulsed. This fellow had just probed him.

“Captain Kirk and you are?”

“Lieutenant Commander O’Rari, and it’s an honor to meet you.” He smiled, and Kirk nodded. “Let’s get this straightened out.”

“You’re dismissed, Commander,” said Kirk. It was brusque, but Dixon had no business yelling at Kirk’s people.

Commander Dixon strode off, and O’Rari groaned softly.

“You’re not human,” said Kirk. Might as well get it out there.

“No,” said O’Rari. He blushed. “Nobody’s noticed but you, sir.”

“You need to keep your probes to yourself, Mister O’Rari. It’s rude.” Kirk didn’t smile, and O’Rari blushed deeper. “A Vulcan might well strike you.”

“Really? My experience with other species has been limited. I’m Betazoid. We’re not members of the Federation, not yet.” O’Rari began the walk to the supply bay, and Kirk paced him. “I’m a telepath. How did you know, sir?”

“I’m bonded to a Vulcan,” said Kirk.

“That explains it. I sensed someone else with you,” said O’Rari. “Naturally, I was curious. My apologies for the intrusion.”

O’Rari opened the big doors, and Kirk stopped. “Are we beaming up the wrong supplies?”

“It seems there was a slight mix-up. Some of the items are for the Excelsior. She’ll be here in two weeks.”

“Let me assign you someone to straighten this mess out,” said Kirk. “I’m a Captain, not a nitpicker.”

O’Rari laughed, and Kirk joined him very briefly. He flipped open his communicator. “Kirk to Sulu.”

“Aye, Captain?”

“Beam down here and team up with a Lieutenant O’Rari. Let’s get this inventory mess straightened out.”

“On my way,” said Sulu.

Kirk turned his back on the huge pile of inventory and went to the transporter pad. O’Rari said nothing until they reached it.

“You need shields. You’re leaking.”

Kirk shrugged. “No one has shown me how.”

“No one can. You must ground yourself in what you know, pull the energy up from it, and wrap it around yourself. Keeps strangers out, and your private thoughts inside.”

“Thank you, Mr. O’Rari,” said Kirk. “Get to work.”

The transporter took Kirk home, and he gave his lieutenant a nod of encouragement. Sulu was already gone by the time Kirk cleared the door. He headed for the shuttle bay and Spock. Everyone on board was going to hate their captain until Spock fixed the transporter. Maybe Kirk could hand him tools or something. Spock’s torso was inside the transporter console when Kirk opened the doors. Kirk pushed a little energy into the meld and knelt down near Spock’s knees.

“Can I help?”

“Hand me the component parts as I ask for them, Bondmate,” said Spock. His voice echoed strangely.

Kirk sat down and began sorting through a box of parts. “Where did the engineering team that was here go?”

“I sent them away. I will teach a class on transporter repair some other time.”

Kirk smiled, and the meld thickened.

//Who was the man//

//A Betazoid//

//He would benefit from manners//

//Yes//

Spock was gone, and Kirk pushed affection into the meld. It went unnoticed, but he didn’t care. He had to make some internal changes, or he would never be able to meet the price the bond demanded from him. Perhaps there was a reason Spock meditated all the time.

“Hand me the oscillator,” said Spock. Kirk dropped it in Spock’s upturned palm. Those long fingers knew how to make him groan, squirm, and beg. “Will you be embarrassed when I mate with you here in the shuttle bay?”

Kirk jerked. “Yes, Master, I will be.”

“Then allow me to proceed, and you might avoid it,” said Spock.

O’Rari was right. Kirk needed a shield. A strong one. Right now. He cleared his mind. It wasn’t easy. He focused on breathing. Nothing else. He handed Spock the things he asked for and breathed. A question popped into his mind. What did he know? The answer was simple, the Enterprise. It was his strength, and so his shields must come from her. But how? Another component, several more measured breaths, and Kirk closed his eyes. He pulled energy from the part of him that was devoted to her and wrapped it around his innermost being. It was thin, but he could see it glimmering golden in his mind’s eye. Kirk opened his eyes, and Spock was sitting up next to him. He lowered his eyes to Spock’s chest and waited. They weren’t in quarters, but they were alone.

“A shield. Excellent, you are learning,” said Spock. “We can attempt transport now.”

“Good work, Spock,” said Kirk. “Let’s try something non-human.”

“A Vulcan?”

Kirk smiled. “No, you are precious to me.”

Spock turned away, closed up the panel, and began clicking over toggles. Kirk placed a cargo container on the pad. Spock beamed it away and back. It was fine.

“Kirk to Scott.”

“Aye?”

“This transporter is functional for supplies. Inform Lt. Sulu and begin shore leave.”

“Aye sir, and thank you sir,” said Scott.

“Kirk out.”

“Why did he thank you? I engineered the repair.”

“Yes, but I sent you here,” said Kirk. “Where to now?”

Spock raised his eyebrow. “You are not scheduled for shore leave until Beta shift.”

“So McCoy has informed me.” Kirk turned to face Spock. “I informed him that you had a say in the matter.”

“You are wise,” said Spock. “We will take shore leave. There are a few items I would like to purchase here.”

The way Spock said it made a chill trickle down Kirk’s spine. The price kept going up. The door opened. Sulu and O’Rari came inside smiling. They were hitting it off.

“Lieutenant Commander O’Rari, I’d like you to meet First Officer Spock.”

Spock nodded, and O’Rari put his hands behind his back. Kirk watched.

“It’s an honor, Mr. Spock.”

“If the transporter malfunctions, you may call me on the intercom,” said Spock.

“Mr. Sulu, get those supplies moving. Mr. O’Rari, thank you for your assistance. Mr. Spock, you’re with me.” He left the shuttle bay with Spock at his right shoulder. Inside the turbolift, he paused when the doors shut. “Your quarters or mine?”

“I believe we were in mine,” said Spock. “Deck Five.”

Kirk wanted to groan. More lessons. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the floor. The meld twitched inside him. Spock was worth it.

“May I remove my shirt?”

“We shall see,” said Spock. “My hand wants to make you beg.”

Kirk’s groin tightened. The turbolift arrived, and he followed Spock to his quarters. The door shut behind Kirk, and he kneeled. It was getting easier. Spock peeled off his blue tunic. Kirk was determined to stop making so many mistakes. He measured his breaths and stilled his thoughts, pushing out everything but Spock.

“We were engaged in a discussion over what is mine, correct?”

“Yes, Master.” Beads of sweat popped out on Kirk’s forehead.

Spock stood directly in front of Kirk and ran a finger around his lips. “This is mine.” He peeled off Kirk’s gold command tunic. “And these.”

Kirk didn’t flinch. He did want to groan. Spock went to hang up the shirt. Kirk’s eyes followed him hungrily. When Spock returned, Kirk dropped his eyes slightly. Spock sat on the sofa and spread his knees.

“Come and kneel here.” Kirk crawled there and knelt. “Turn around.”

Kirk did. He was facing away from Spock now. Kirk felt vulnerable. He had a feeling that he had make a mistake. Spock bit him on the shoulder.

“In Vulcan society, it is considered extremely rude to stare,” said Spock. The meld shut Kirk’s eyes. He couldn’t open them now if he wanted. “Don’t.”

“Yes, Master,” said Kirk. Stupid, stupid.

Spock bit, sucked, nibbled, and licked all over Kirk’s back, arms, and neck. It felt so good, and it hurt so bad. Two bites bled, but Spock licked them until they stopped. Kirk stayed still, but how he didn’t know.

“You wish to beg?”

“Yes, Spock, please,” gasped Kirk.

“But my hand hasn’t touched you,” said Spock. “You must wait until then.”

Kirk pushed down a scream and tried to breathe evenly. The meld was hot behind his eyes. His body was on fire with need.

“Stand up.”

Kirk stood shakily, and Spock stripped him naked. Eyes firmly shut; Kirk fell back to the floor from a push. He didn’t make the mistake of catching himself. Spock returned. His slick hand traced down Kirk’s body. Lubricant greased over him, and he was glad.

“This is mine.” Spock pushed two fingers up Kirk’s ass. “I will do whatever I chose with it and you.”

Kirk clenched his hands together behind his back. Spock grabbed them with one hand and began slamming him back onto the fingers. Kirk threw his head back. Spock fucked him hard with two fingers and then three. Kirk muffled his cries by biting his lips.

“Are you mine?”

“God, yes, Master, I am yours,” sobbed Kirk.

“You may beg now.”

“Please, please, Master Spock.” Kirk gulped. His mind was twirling. “Yes, please.”

Spock removed his fingers and pulled Kirk’s cock back between Kirk’s legs until he cried out. “Master, mercy!”

Kirk shook, and Spock stroked him hard with his slick hand. “Cum now.” Kirk shot cum straight down into Spock’s waiting hand. Goose bumps broke out on his body, his muscles quivered, and he gasped for air.

“Please, Master,” said Kirk. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to yell something.

“This cock is mine.” Spock gave it a yank. “Don’t think otherwise.”

“Yes, Master.” Kirk trembled from his orgasm.

Spock rolled Kirk’s balls. “These are?”

“Yours, Master, only yours,” said Kirk.

Spock tugged them, but not too hard, and Kirk felt Spock’s cock hit his asshole. He braced himself, and Spock was inside. His slick cock worked in and out. Kirk begged, pleaded, and cried out for more. Spock let him, but didn’t move any faster or deeper.
Kirk writhed, and Spock said, “Now be quiet.”

Kirk clenched his jaw shut. Spock fucked Kirk hard, pulled his nipples, tongue fucked him, and stroked his cock. Kirk’s mind went into the meld, and he filled it with his cries. Spock forced him lower, fucked him harder, and Kirk orgasmed. It tore through him like a photon torpedo and left him scattered into a million blasted neurons.

“You are mine,” growled Spock.

Kirk felt Spock’s cock swell and jerk, cum ran down his thighs to join the sweat. Spock pulled out and left Kirk on the floor, panting from the heat. He didn’t return for a considerable length of time. Kirk was alone in the dark. Punishment. He breathed, tried to relax his muscles, and checked his shield. It had held. Water, he needed water. Kirk thought about water and pushed it at the shield tentatively. The shield fluxed and grew thicker, turning a very pale blue. He was beginning to understand. The shield grounded in his Enterprise, but needed reinforced with something else. He’d try water.

Spock placed a drink in Kirk’s hand. “Drink it.”

Kirk drank, but didn’t presume to rise from kneeling. The water was wonderful, and his pleasure leaked into the meld. Spock pushed it back with a sigh of what Kirk knew was disgust. Spock hated water and wasn’t particularly fond of noisy emotions either. The meld amplified everything.

Spock took the empty container. “Go to the bed. You will rest until we go to Starbase 11.”

Kirk crawled to where he remembered the bed was and dragged himself in it. His knees ached, his bites itched, and he slept.

**********

Spock touched Kirk between the eyes, and he was completely awake. His body ached from the fucking Spock had gifted him with earlier.

“Shower and dress for shore leave,” said Spock. “You may walk, for now.”

Kirk nodded and went to the shower. Spock had given him his eyes back, but not his voice. The water felt good, and he washed away the cum. It was a quick shower. He toweled dry and went to dress. He hadn’t intended to wear his uniform, but that was his only choice. Spock was nearby, already dressed. He’d left off the blue tunic and was all in black. It was enough to make Kirk’s heart beat a little faster. Spock joined him at the closet.

“Wear this.”

Kirk nodded and pulled on the clothes. The outfit was all in shades of brownish gold. It fit perfectly. Spock pulled Kirk close and caressed him, kissing him deeply.

“You are beautiful.” Kirk blushed. Spock kissed him again. “We must go before I mate with you again.”

Spock reached out and touched Kirk’s lips. Kirk followed Spock to the transporter room. The chaos was gone, and they beamed over to the station. Kirk and Spock walked the promenade together, greeting people and window-shopping. Kirk was hungry and thirsty. He was glad when Spock stopped at a restaurant.

“Eat and drink, Jim.” Spock reached out two fingers. “I’ll return momentarily.”

“I will, Spock,” said Kirk. He met those fingers with his own. It was startlingly erotic. He found a table and ordered dinner. Commander Dixon interrupted what was a decent meal.

“Did you see that Vulcan?” Dixon announced to the entire galaxy. Kirk made a fist and drank his Romulan Ale. Dixon was laughing with a buddy. “Arrogant bastard.”

Kirk moved. “Commander, you are referring to my first officer. He is the finest in the fleet.”

Dixon looked him up and down. “Captain Kirk. I didn’t recognize you looking so, well, pretty.”

“Jealous, Commander?” Kirk was near the edge. “Keep your xenophobic comments to yourself.”

Dixon nudged his friend. “Sure, Captain. No problem.” They laughed.

Kirk went back to his table and counted to ten. It didn’t help. He drank his ale and finished his meal. He’d need the energy for when he punched Dixon in the face. Lieutenant O’Rari showed up before that happened. He sat down at Kirk’s table and smiled. Dixon laughed loudly.

“Everyone knows he’s an ass, Captain,” said O’Rari. “Let it slide.”

“How do people like him end up in command of starbases?”

“Push them up and out of the way.”

Kirk nodded. O’Rari was right. Starbase 11 wasn’t exactly in the heart of the galaxy. “Thanks for your help on the inventory.”

“Just doing my job.” O’Rari smiled. “Sulu’s a good one, Captain.”

“Yes, I intend to keep him,” said Kirk. “You eating?”

“No, just stopped to talk, and keep you from hitting Dixon.”

“You’re the peacekeeper on this station,” said Kirk. Spock walked in, spotted Kirk and joined them. He was carrying two small bags. Kirk was curious. “Mr. Spock, I believe you’ve met Lieutenant Commander O’Rari.”

“Yes, and thank you for keeping my bondmate out of trouble.” Spock folded his hands on the table after punching in his order. “It is not an easy task.”

Kirk laughed a little. O’Rari joined him. Dixon swaggered over, and Spock put a hand on Kirk’s leg under the table. It squeezed.

“Well, well, all the boys are together,” said Dixon. “Vulcans aren’t choosy about their partners. I’ve heard you’ll mate with anything.”

Spock tightened his grip. “Not with you.”

O’Rari burst out laughing. Kirk growled under his breath.

“As if I’d let a filthy Vulcan touch me,” snarled Dixon. “I’ll jump into a reactor first.”

“Be our guest,” said Spock. “Now would be acceptable.”

Kirk’s leg was going numb, and he still would have gotten up, except Spock shifted his grip. Higher and much more personal. O’Rari stood up and spoke quietly to Dixon. Kirk placed his hand on Spock’s.

//Let me hurt him//

//No, it would not look good on your record//

//Master//

//No//

Spock tossed Kirk out. Dixon swaggered off with O’Rari. Kirk ordered another ale and drank while Spock finished eating. Kirk’s temper cooled considerably. O’Rari returned to the table, and Spock favored him with a nod.

“You are using your abilities on him,” said Spock.

“Yes, it keeps the peace,” said O’Rari. He grinned and spread his hands. “I hate violence.”

“You prefer men?”

Kirk’s eyes popped. That was a personal question.

“Yes,” said O’Rari.

“My bondmate will service you tonight. Return him before your shift begins,” said Spock.

Kirk wanted to put his head between his knees. This was a punishment. Spock didn’t want him. O’Rari slid Kirk a bedroom smile. “Yes, I would like that.”

“He is yours,” said Spock. “This will be required. Do not remove it after he puts it on.” He handed O’Rari a bag, and he left the table without looking back. Kirk tried to compose himself. He belonged to Spock, and he had given him away. Could he do that?

“You are Spock’s. He has the right,” said O’Rari, “but I won’t do this unless you’re willing.”

Kirk looked O’Rari in the eye. “I am Spock’s. He commands, and I obey.”

“Not easily.”

“No, there is a price to be paid for belonging to Spock.”

“Is it worth it?”

“Yes, and more,” said Kirk.

O’Rari rose from the table. Kirk rubbed his leg and limped a little following him to his quarters. Kirk stopped right inside the door, and O’Rari turned to him, opening the bag. O’Rari pulled out a silver collar with leash and smiled. Kirk controlled his reaction, shoving it behind his thin shield.

“This, I believe, is yours,” said O’Rari.

“Spock thinks of everything,” said Kirk. “I’m sure it’s a perfect fit.”

O’Rari handed it to Kirk, and he stared at it a brief moment. Could he pay this price for Spock? Would he? Kirk put on the collar and handed O’Rari the end of the leash.

***********

O’Rari kissed Kirk goodbye, tucking the leash under his tunic. “My shift starts in five minutes.”

“I’ll return to the Enterprise,” said Kirk.

“Thank you, Jim.”

“You’re welcome, Samiel.” Kirk smiled tightly, and they headed in opposite directions. He wanted a shower and to burn these clothes. Not that Spock would allow that. The collar and leash would no doubt be a permanent part of his wardrobe. Kirk went back to the promenade and had breakfast before returning to his ship. Spock had given him away. Inside Kirk’s shielded heart lurked the knowledge that he’d better get use to it and wearing a collar. The meld had been quiet all night, but it surged after he finished his meal.

//I require your presence//

//Yes Master//

Kirk went home, riding the light, and tried to stuff every emotion he owned behind his meager shield. Spock could never know how Kirk felt about last night. Never. His boots clicked down the hallway to his quarters, and with each step, he gained greater control. His door opened, and Spock was there in the chair that Kirk had given him. He stepped close and knelt. His mind quiet, and his heart under heavy security precautions.

“Your shore leave is over,” said Spock. He leaned close and pulled the end of the leash outside Kirk’s tunic.

Kirk didn’t answer. It wasn’t a question. He kept his eyes where they belonged and breathed. The meld was growing hot, and Kirk caressed it.

“You are obedient today. I will have to give you away more often,” said Spock.

From behind his shield, his heart flinched, but Kirk didn’t allow it to reach out. Spock was his master, and Kirk would obey.

“Go take a shower. You smell like O’Rari.” Spock paused. “You may walk. Leave the leash on.”

Kirk rolled up gracefully to his feet and went, hanging up the clothes in his closet. He didn’t touch the collar. The leash hung down, brushing his limp cock. He ignored it. The water felt good, and he pushed some at his primary shield. It thickened and became bluer. He rinsed out his mouth. He spat violently, washed off O’Rari’s cum, and threw up. He sagged against the wall, but allowed no emotion trickled down. He was fine. Spock was waiting for him when he came out with a towel around his hips.

“You are ill?” Spock pulled Kirk close with the leash.

“Breakfast didn’t agree with me, Master,” said Kirk. He leaned his head against Spock. So true.

“You are not on duty. Rest,” said Spock. He removed the collar and leash, putting it in Kirk’s closet.

Kirk nodded and smiled. The meld retreated to a mere tendril. Spock stayed until Kirk was in bed. He shut his eyes and reinforced his blue shield. No thinking. No feeling. Today’s price would be paid. Spock was worth it.


*********
Chapter 3
Lost and Found
*********


Kirk paused outside his door and looked at the meld. Most times, he followed it to Spock, but tonight it was not cooperating. Spock didn’t want to be found, and that made Kirk nervous. Not a sound emerged from his quarters. He glanced up and down the hallway but saw no one. Palming open the door, he waited just outside it, and nothing moved inside his cabin. He cast his mind into the room and felt nothing. No heat. He stepped inside. The door wheezed behind him, and the lights automatically came on.

Spock was instantly behind Kirk, pushing him down to his knees, pulling his arms behind his back, and griping his wrists. One impossibly strong Vulcan hand held him easily. Kirk looked at the floor and composed himself. Spock was testing him, and Kirk knew better than to speak. That, Spock would never tolerate. The heat from Spock poured over him, and their minds meshed. Kirk’s cock strained to be free from the confines of his pants, and Spock’s erection was nudging him.

“Are you disobeying me?”

“No, Spock, never,” said Kirk. He kept his eyes down where they belonged. “Never.”

“I am not as sure as you are.” Spock rose to his feet and stood over him. Kirk didn’t move his arms. He left them where Spock had put them. Anything else was unacceptable. Kirk didn’t speak. There was no question to answer. Spock moved away to sit in the one luxurious item in the room, a large black chair, almost a throne. Comfortable beyond belief and with a built-in heater. It was Spock’s chair. Kirk had found it down in ship’s stores. He didn’t have to look to know Spock was reclined there.

“Crawl to me,” said Spock.

Kirk obeyed, keeping his arms back and his eyes down. No trace of resentment flickered in his mind. This was what he wanted. It wasn’t easy, but it was better than the alternative. The bond between them was worth this price to Kirk. Spock’s cock was there waiting for him, but he laid his head on black boots and did nothing.

“Perhaps you are learning your lessons, after all.” Spock caressed Kirk’s mind, and he shook with pleasure. “You may service me now.”

Kirk pulled his head off the boots and rose up over Spock’s glorious cock. It was big enough to please anyone. Spock gave him a mental nudge to get on with it, and Kirk sucked him deep into his throat. His arms stayed back. Nothing existed but this cock, and Kirk used his mind and mouth to pleasure his Vulcan master. Spock laced long fingers through Kirk’s hair and pulled him all the way down. Kirk almost choked on the length, and Spock used the meld to relax him enough to push it all inside.

“You will be punished for that,” said Spock.

Kirk quivered and almost whimpered, but Spock would punish him for that as well. The cock in his throat swelled to impossible proportions, and he began swallowing Spock’s gift to him. All of it, or there would be another punishment. Kirk managed, and Spock removed his cock, glistening with spit. As soon as the cock cleared Kirk’s mouth, he knelt, put his head on those boots, with his arms back until the wrists almost touched.

“Did you orgasm on yourself?”

“No, Spock,” said Kirk. Spock had known the answer, but this was part of the lesson.

“Good, get up and undress.”

Kirk jumped to his feet and went to undress, hanging the clothes in the closet. He had thrown them on the floor once, but only once. When he was naked, he returned to his position. He cleared his mind of all thoughts except Spock. He was all that was important.

Spock read a book. Kirk waited. He was being ignored, a punishment, small but painful. Spock removed a boot from under Kirk and placed it across his shoulders. He was insignificant, and that was part of the punishment. Time passed, and Kirk relaxed, becoming nothing but an extension for Spock’s body.

“You are learning,” said Spock. “That was most restful.”

Kirk didn’t feel pride or joy. He stayed quiet in his mind. Spock removed his leg and stood up. Kirk didn’t watch him or wonder. Spock had strict standards and thousands of punishments. It had taken a while, but Kirk was beginning to catch on.

“Shall we eat together?”

“Yes, Spock.” Kirk remained on the floor. Rising too soon was a mistake he had made twice.

“Come to me,” said Spock.

Kirk moved and ignored the complaints of his stiff body. Spock pointed at the chair across from him at the tiny table, and Kirk sat there. The table was only big enough for the two trays sitting on it. Kirk didn’t look at the food. He looked at his lap.

“Eat.”

Kirk ate and made no unnecessary movements of his body. Spock hated fidgets. That punishment was a nasty one. When the food was gone, Kirk placed his hands and eyes back into his lap. He practiced breathing slowly and caressing the tendrils of Spock lodged in Kirk’s mind.

“One day soon you will fetch a high price at the slave markets.”

Kirk heard, but didn’t respond. He was Spock’s, and Spock knew what was best for Kirk. Anyway, Starfleet would take a dim view of that. Spock reached across the table and touched Kirk lightly right between the eyes. He raised them to Spock’s.

“You are a treasure.”

Kirk smiled with pleasure, and his eyes remained where Spock had put them. Spock got up from the table and took Kirk to the bed using nothing but his eyes.

“Undress me.”

Kirk hung up Spock’s clothes carefully and returned to his master.

“You looked away.”

Kirk tried to dampen down the dismay he felt at making such a mistake. Spock winced every so slightly, and Kirk knew he had failed, twice.

“Punishment?”

“Yes, Master,” said Kirk in a voice barely above a whisper.

Kirk dropped to his knees from the push delivered into his mind. Spock shut Kirk’s eyes with the meld. Kirk could still see Spock like a flame behind his closed eyelids. He forced his mind to stillness and refused to think of what was coming. The meld with Spock was full of hot sharp edges that were shredding Kirk into a thousand separate burning pieces. Kirk’s primary shield failed in a cascade of blue, and he abandoned all reason and thought. He quivered and surrendered to the knives, so they could cut him up.

“I shouldn’t mate with you.”

Spock put Kirk’s hands behind his head without touching him. Kirk heard the words, or tasted them, but he was lost somewhere in the meld. Lost, burning, and bleeding from a thousand cuts. It was Spock that found him and took him home.

“Jim, open your eyes.” Kirk’s eyes snapped open and involuntarily he gasped for air. Empty, his lungs were empty. Spock placed a hand on Kirk’s chest. “Breathe.”

Kirk drew a ragged, painful breath. His lungs felt scorched. Spock picked him up easily and took him to the bed. Kirk breathed.

“You went too far, Jim,” said Spock. “Answer me.”

“I don’t understand,” said Kirk. His head was spinning, and Spock was holding him tightly.

“You gave up too much and were lost inside me.” Spock paused. “You would bring a high price now.”

Kirk didn’t answer. He breathed, and the warmth from Spock enveloped him. Bliss. Spock caressed Kirk’s body and mind, healing the wounds. Kirk gasped and threw himself back into the fire. Spock eased away for a moment and returned with lubricant on his cock. Kirk waited for commands, and Spock rewarded him with choice. Kirk went to his hands and knees. Spock pushed inside, draping himself over. The meld burned brightly, and Kirk combusted.

“Hard?”

“Yes, Master.” Kirk squeezed the words into the meld.

Spock fucked him hard, biting and pulling. Kirk once again abandoned his mind and was caught up in Spock’s. This time Kirk knew where he was, and he projected his intense pleasure mixed with love and adoration. Spock drenched Kirk’s ass with cum.

“Now, Jim.”

Kirk propelled himself back to his side of the meld and orgasmed hard. Spock stroked him with his hot hand. So damn good. The passion ebbed, and Kirk wanted more. Spock pushed him over to his back and lay next to him.

“I have decided never to sell you,” said Spock.

Kirk wished he could answer, but a pulse of love into the meld would have to be sufficient. He felt Spock’s smile and cuddled close. His shield could wait.

***********

Kirk was sleeping, and Spock used the meld to make sure that there were no injuries. There was nothing that sleep wouldn’t heal, and Spock held Kirk closely. Humans were nothing but trouble, and this one more than most. The bond had been unexpected and not entirely welcome, but Spock was adapting to the responsibility. Dr. McCoy had warned him and that warning was accurate to say the least.

Spock had been alarmed at tonight’s problem. It was like his bondmate to give nothing at all and suddenly give everything to the point of almost dying. Spock allowed his lips to lift slightly. Kirk had learned the secret of the meld and now would be even more pleasurable as a mate. Would he try to wrest control from Spock? Fascinating.

************

Spock woke early, as was his custom and prepared to leave for his quarters. His shift started in an hour, and he would need time to meditate. Kirk was still sleeping, and Spock probed lightly. Heat flared up, and he laid a hand on him to achieve complete understanding. Hot, hot, hot. Kirk’s body was like the desert Spock loved on Vulcan. He took one long step.

“Doctor McCoy, please report to the Captain’s quarters. Bring a medikit.”

“I’ll be right there,” said McCoy.

Spock shielded himself against McCoy and kept only the barest tendril of meld in Kirk. Turning up the lights and getting dressed took only seconds. The door beeped.

“Come.”

Dr. McCoy stepped inside, and Spock simply pointed at Kirk. The doctor moved quickly, and Spock stood nearby. Dr. McCoy used the diagnostic and stared at the results two seconds longer than Spock would allow.

“What is your diagnosis?”

“Captain Kirk is completely dehydrated and a touch feverish. What were you two up to last night anyway?” Spock didn’t answer. McCoy prepared a hypospray and used it. “He needs fluids. Sickbay or here, your choice.”

Spock considered and said, “Here, the crew would be alarmed.”

“Rightfully so, if you’re abusing their captain,” said McCoy. He stood up and glared at Spock. “A bond is one thing, but . . .”

“We will not discuss this,” said Spock. “See to his needs, I’ll be on the bridge.”

*************

The hypospray jolted Kirk awake, but he lay still and listened. He could feel a bare remnant of Spock in his mind, and he waited. Spock left his quarters, and Kirk felt the last tendril stretch to the bridge. He stroked it one time and tried to sit up. McCoy pushed him down and sat near him on the bed.

“What the hell is going on here?”

“McCoy, have you ever been bonded to a Vulcan?” Kirk asked hoarsely. His mouth felt like a sandpit.

“You know the answer to that.” McCoy reloaded his hypospray and gave Kirk another injection. “Your electrolytes are dangerously low.”

“Spock has a difficult time with this bond. Humans are very irritating.”

“And you more than most. I warned him.” McCoy smiled and closed his medikit.

“Yes, I do everything I can to keep him happy. Everything.” Kirk sat up enough to lean against the wall. “Has my performance as a captain suffered from this bonding?”

“It’s improved. You know that, too,” growled McCoy. “I’m going to get you some fluids. Stay put, and tell Mr. Spock I’ve taken you off the duty roster.”

“Bones!”

“Do it or you won’t like the consequences.” McCoy smiled grimly.

“What could you do?”

“Inform your bondmate that you are not cooperating. He’ll think of something.”

Kirk sucked air. “I’ll be good.”

“I thought so.” McCoy grabbed his medikit and left Kirk’s quarters.

Kirk stretched and oozed out of bed. His legs were wobbly, but he made it to his computer. He took himself off the duty roster per doctor’s orders and made sure it was expedited to the big chair. Spock would know almost immediately. Thirst sent Kirk to the food dispenser, and he took his water back to bed to wait for McCoy.

The meld surged in his mind, and he showed Spock what had happened with McCoy. Spock ordered him to obey McCoy, and Kirk agreed. He heard a distinct mental growl, and the meld faded to a mere link. Some days he did nothing but annoy Spock, and it seemed today would be one of those days. Kirk had to get his shield back up, but it wasn’t possible. He was too dry.

McCoy returned and palmed himself in. Kirk finished his water and looked up. The equipment rolled to the bed, and Kirk frowned. He didn’t want this, not even for an hour.

“Get that mulish look off your face and give me your arm,” said McCoy.

Kirk hesitated. The tendril in his mind became a whip that snapped him across the back. Spock making his presence known. Kirk didn’t flinch, but stuck out his arm. McCoy smiled and attached a small machine directly to his forearm. A flexible connection ran between the small machine and the larger one that perched by the side of the bed.

“Lay back, sleep if you can, and let this do its work,” said McCoy. He helped Kirk get comfortable and fiddled for several minutes with controls until McCoy was satisfied with the settings. “How’d this happen anyway?”

“I have no idea,” said Kirk. “We were, well, you know, no big deal.”

“Nothing out of the ordinary?”

Kirk studied the machine on his arm. He didn’t know how to answer or if he should. How much did McCoy know, and how much should he know? “Sometimes the melding is painful. Last night, it was.”

“Visions of flame, heat, desert?”

“Yes,” said Kirk.

“He’s born and bred to live in the desert. You’re not. If the meld is too tight, your body will react to the information the mind is given.”

Kirk nodded. His shield had been burned away. “Will you get me another drink of water?”

“Yes,” said McCoy. He did this, and Kirk drank it down. “Thirsty, huh?”

“Yeah, what if I have to piss? Do I drag this behind me?”

“You won’t even feel like pissing for twelve hours, but look, take it off this way.”

McCoy demonstrated the release, and Kirk nodded. He felt groggy and tired. Shutting his eyes, he heard McCoy run the diagnostic over him again.

“Thanks, Bones,” said Kirk.

“Your welcome, Jim. Now sleep.”

***************

McCoy dimmed the lights and headed back to Sickbay to make a report. Spock would want to look at it. Kirk’s condition was improving, and he’d be back on duty by tomorrow. What had Spock done to him to cause this? McCoy might have to warn Spock again about the frailty of the human body. Could the bond be abandoned? McCoy didn’t know, but there was room in his report to make suggestions.

************

Spock’s shift was halfway done when the report was brought to him by an ensign for his signature. He scanned through it rapidly and checked Kirk through the meld. Sleeping. Spock signed it and sent it back to Dr. McCoy. He was apparently still hopeful that the bond could be dissolved, and Kirk would return to the doctor’s definition of normal. Spock abandoned the center seat for his science station. Dr. McCoy didn’t understand and never could, but Spock did feel responsible for Kirk’s current condition. Spock would have to keep his bondmate under greater control or he would injure himself again. The remainder of the shift, Spock spent analyzing incoming data from the warp fields they created as the Enterprise traveled along. Mr. Scott was always looking for a new intermix that would increase speed.

Spock felt Kirk awaken near the end of the shift and focused inward. Kirk was thirsty and frustrated.

“Mr. Sulu, you have the bridge until next shift arrives,” said Spock.

“Aye, sir,” said Sulu.

********

Kirk sat up slowly. The machine hooked to him was clumsy, and he cursed. His mouth felt like a sandstorm. He simply had to have some water. McCoy made it look easy. Kirk took hold of the unit and tried to release it like McCoy had done. Nope. No luck. Kirk tugged it and winced slightly. That wasn’t a good idea. The door opened and Kirk didn’t have to look. The meld informed him that his master was present. Kirk leaned back against the wall and kept his eyes firmly down. Spock handed him water.

“Thank you, Master,” said Kirk. He didn’t drink, even though it was killing him not to.

“Drink it,” growled Spock.

Kirk drank it all. He was so thirsty. Spock’s anger was pulsing through Kirk’s brain. Vulcan emotions were usually under lock and key, and the fact that Kirk had made Spock angry enough to feel it, filled him with dread. Spock might abandon him. Kirk was only human and very expendable.

“Doctor McCoy believes we should dissolve the bond.”

Kirk’s eyes stayed on the empty glass in his lap. The meld was gripping him tightly, searching.

“He doesn’t know that there is only one way to break it,” said Spock. He took the glass from Kirk’s unresisting hand and refilled it. “Drink.”

Kirk pushed gratitude through the meld and drank again. The raging thirst reduced to manageable levels.

“What do you know, Jim?”

Kirk didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “I would have to die or you could abandon me, ignoring the link.”

“Which of these would you chose?”

Kirk swallowed, and the meld moved through him, squeezing, and caressing. There was only one answer, and he was surprised to discover it was true. “My wishes do not matter. You are my master.”

Spock turned away and placed his hands behind his back. Kirk closed his eyes. The moment he’d known would arrive was here. He would pay any price, but Spock would not. He emptied his mind of all but an image of water. Water flowing over his head, giving him back the moisture he needed to survive. The heat from the meld cooled slightly.

“Do you believe those words?” Spock came back and touched Kirk’s meld points lightly.

Kirk opened and stilled, as Spock had taught him before they’d bonded. Kirk trembled and immersed himself in the water. The heat from Spock made the water steam, but Kirk held on to the image doggedly.

//I am not fond of water//

//Yes// Kirk allowed the water to dry up and the heat poured into his bones, baking him under the bright sun that was his bondmate.

//I can abandon you//

//I would rather die than be without you//

//Truth is often painful//

//Yes//

//Death is the only logical conclusion//

//Mine//

The heat ejected Kirk from the meld, and he passed out.

********

The first thing Kirk saw when he came to himself was Bones, and he did not look happy. The machine was beeping.

“Turn that off, Bones,” croaked Kirk. “My ears are killing me.”

McCoy snapped it off and said, “Damn it, Jim. Every monitor in Sickbay went berserk.”

Kirk grasped hold of his end of the meld and followed it to Spock. He was in his quarters, meditating.

“Unhook me from this thing, now,” said Captain Kirk.

“Jim, no, you passed out from heat exhaustion.” McCoy pressed the hypospray into his bare arm. “You’re staying here.”

“Doctor McCoy, now, or I’ll call security,” ground out Kirk.

“I’m relieving you of duty until further notice.”

“Fine, do it, but get this off me.” Kirk grasped McCoy by the arm. “Leonard.”

McCoy released the machine, and Kirk got off the bed, going to his closet. Dressed in his off-duty clothes, Kirk left his quarters. He was shaky, his head hurt, and he felt like he was going to throw up, but it didn’t matter.

“Main shuttle bay.”

The turbolift took him smoothly there, and he walked around the shuttles, heading for the main doors. He opened them, using his command override codes, and stood staring out at the star field warped. It was beautiful, black, and so very cold. The first shield that he’d created from water was gone. It was time to build another. His end of the meld twitched, and he pushed it aside. A hot surge blasted into him, and he dampened it with the cold of space. The heat dissipated and became light, bright but not hot. He’d found an answer to one problem, not the solution, but a beginning, if Spock allowed this bond to continue. Grounding himself in his ship, Kirk raised a shield. It was star field cold to combat Spock’s heat. All of Kirk’s emotions he pushed behind the thin golden shield. Now was the time to think clearly. Spock’s price could not be paid it seemed, at least not by him.

“This is not logical.”

Kirk’s first reaction was to go to his knees and lower his eyes, but that would be counter-productive. He opened his eyes, but did not even turn to face Spock. “What exactly are you referring to?”

Spock expanded the meld, and Kirk met it, embraced it, and caressed it, refusing the heat purchase in his body. His shields held, and he reinforced them again.

“Your death will serve no purpose.”

“You never wanted me. This bond was an intrusion in your carefully ordered life, so it would serve several purposes.”

“No.”

“We were friends before.” Kirk had yet to look at Spock. “Then we were nothing, and now I’m what? A pity fuck?”

Spock put his hand on Kirk’s shoulder and turned him so they faced. “The pon farr was difficult. I killed you. I distanced myself from you for your safety.”

“You smiled at me.” Kirk looked at his boots. This conversation was going nowhere. The shuttle bay was quiet, and he turned back to the open doors. He’d had practice lately at pushing aside his emotions, so he shoved them away again. “It meant nothing.”

The meld was tighter and hotter than a supernova. Spock was upset if Kirk was reading it correctly. Why?

“For a human, skilled in reading emotions, you are remarkably dense.”

Mild sarcasm. Now that sounded like the Spock that Kirk knew and loved. “Well, I’m a male. If you want that, you’ll need a female.”

“It is not a human female that I need or want,” said Spock. He stepped close enough that the heat from his groin curled up Kirk’s ass.

Kirk let the cold of space fill him and his heart. “Are we to continue or do you want a transfer?”

Spock bit the back of Kirk’s neck and sent shivers through his body. “Is it solely my choice?”

“Yes, and it must be yours. Don’t avoid it or turn away. You only dishonor yourself and me.”

“Is that a command?”

“No,” said Kirk.

“Kneel,” said Spock. Kirk did not struggle as he went to his knees, head down, and arms back. Spock placed his palm on Kirk’s neck. “You are mine.”

“Yes, and you are mine.” Kirk did not move. “This serves only to emphasize that.”

“You do understand.” Spock released him. Kirk remained down until Spock pulled him up.

“Of course, choose, now.” Kirk paused. “I’ve had your transfer ready for some time now.”

Spock raised his eyebrow. “I choose the bond.”

“And all its irritants?”

“They are few,” said Spock. Kirk shut the shuttle bay doors. Spock touched Kirk’s hand, and they meshed. Hot and cold. Desert heat and star field freezing.

//I am sorry//

//I am not//

//You are precious to me//

//T’hy’la//

Kirk smiled, and Spock released him. “You will return to your quarters? Doctor McCoy is raving.”

“I’ll go down to Sickbay. That should placate the beast.”

“Excellent decision.” Spock paused. “I will wait for you in my quarters.”

Kirk nodded and went to the turbolift. His legs were wobbling at the knees and his breath came short. This day had been exhausting. Spock stood at his side, silent and impassive.

“Spock, could you give me a hand here?”

Spock wrapped his arm around Kirk, and helped him to Sickbay. McCoy met them at the door, and Kirk groaned. McCoy was furious.

“Go to your quarters,” said Kirk. He kissed Spock gently on the mouth. “This is going to create far too much static.”

Spock nodded and relief pulsed through the meld. He let Kirk stagger into McCoy.

“Damn it, Jim. I’ve had enough of you and that Vulcan of yours.”

Kirk smiled and went down to his knees. His vision was blurry. McCoy pressed Kirk’s arm with a hypospray, and he was gone.

*******

“Jim.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here,” said Kirk.

Spock snapped him on the ass with the meld.

“Ouch!”

“Respect,” said Spock.

“Yes, Spock,” said Kirk.

Kirk heard McCoy laugh. It was funny. How did Spock do that? Something to learn.

“How do you feel, Jim?” asked McCoy.

“I’m fine. Can I go home now?”

“Well, Spock, what do you think?”

“He is tired, but healthy,” said Spock. “I’ll keep a close watch.”

Kirk groaned, and McCoy poked him in the stomach. “A little respect.”

“Two against one hardly seems fair.” Kirk stretched and sighed dramatically.

McCoy and Spock exchanged a glance. “Seems fair to me.”

“I concur,” said Spock.

Kirk swung his legs off the table. and McCoy helped him down. He felt fine, a little tired and sore, but fine. Spock stepped very close and wrapped the meld around him. It helped. Kirk left Sickbay under his own power. Spock at his side. When they reached his quarters, Kirk stopped and pushed Spock against the wall. Kirk looked up and down the hallway. He listened at the door, palmed it open, and used his mind to search the darkness.

“What are you doing?”

Kirk put his arm around Spock and drew him close. “Occasionally, there is a large and somewhat angry Vulcan in my room.”

“And these techniques work for avoiding him?”

“Uh, no, but I keep trying,” said Kirk. He grinned, and Spock pushed him inside. The lights came on, and Kirk sank down in Spock’s chair. Spock got him a drink of water, and Kirk took it from him. “Thank you, Master.”

Spock sat at Kirk’s feet. Kirk felt him empty his mind. It was quiet in the room, and Kirk sipped his water. Spock’s heat would always require him to drink plenty of water. Kirk leaned forward and put his mouth near Spock’s sensitive ear.

“Punishment?”

“Yes, Jim,” said Spock.

Kirk nodded. Spock was responsible for Kirk’s dehydration. He placed his leg on the Vulcan’s shoulder. Spock meditated, and Kirk relaxed, drinking his water. When his glass was half-empty, Kirk stood up and poured the water down Spock’s back.

Spock flew to his feet, and Kirk laughed. “You look like an angry cat.”

“No, this is the face of that Vulcan you were concerned about.”

Kirk went to his closet to remove his clothes. Spock was breathing hard and ripping off his wet shirts. Kirk stretched out on the bed, and Spock was on top of him in the blink of an eye. Heat poured over Kirk, and his coldness deflected most of it. Spock took Kirk by the wrists and pinned them over his head.

“Punishment?”

“No, Spock.” Kirk smiled. “It would dishonor you.”

Spock said something rude in Vulcan which Kirk refused to translate. He hopped over the meld into Spock’s flames and caressed him from head to toe. Spock gasped, and Kirk was back on his side.

“I can still sell you,” growled Spock.

“Yes, you can,” said Kirk. “Make love to me first.”

“If you beg.”

Kirk thrust up his hips and said, “Please Master, make love to me. I am not worthy of you, but I need it anyway.”

Spock touched Kirk’s lips, and he fell silent. “You make a mockery.”

Kirk grinned, and Spock raised an eyebrow. “You will undress me.”

Kirk nodded, and Spock released him. The pants and boots were taken off. Kirk looked down at them and made the decision to hang them up neatly.

“Thank you, Bondmate,” said Spock.

Kirk didn’t speak. He returned to Spock and knelt. Arms back. Spock recaptured Kirk’s wrists and wrestled him to his knees on the bed. Kirk smiled and leaned back not down. Chest and back banged into each other.

“If you behave like this, no one will purchase you,” said Spock.

Kirk tossed himself into Spock’s fire.

//That’s the idea//

//You are impossible//

//You are not surprised//

The heat was too much, and Kirk went home to his star field. Cold, refreshingly cold. Spock’s big cock was poking at his back door, and Kirk leaned back, spreading his knees. His own cock was hard and leaking.

“I shouldn’t. You are insolent.”

Kirk waited, cast his eyes downward, and said nothing. Spock reached over and grabbed the lubricant, sliding it up and down his cock. Kirk’s cock twitched, and Spock stroked it. Pleasure resonated up and down the meld. Spock thrust inside with no warning, and Kirk arched.

“Hard?”

“No, please,” said Kirk. “I am a good bondmate.”

Spock rotated his hips and forced Kirk to cry out. Kirk wrapped the cold end of the meld around himself and invited the flames to pour over him. They licked greedily all around him, and he gasped and shook. Spock released Kirk’s arms, and he wrapped them behind both of them. They moved together. The heat exploded in Kirk. Spock leaned around Kirk and took his cock inside him. Kirk looked down and orgasmed, shaking and groaning. They curled around each other.

Spock whispered in Kirk’s ear, “You are a good bondmate.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“When pon farr is upon me, you must obey.”

“I will, you have trained me well,” said Kirk. His thoughts were slowing down.

“Yes, you have done well.”

Kirk fell asleep.


**********
Chapter 4
Pon Farr
**********


Kirk crouched on the floor of Spock’s quarters and wiped the blood from his mouth. McCoy had warned him, but this was unexpected.

“Spock’s pon farr is different from a full-blood Vulcan. If you want, I’ll sedate him.”

Kirk replayed the words in his mind and almost laughed at his arrogant reply.

“I can handle him.”

Right. There was no handling Spock, might as well try to ride a warp drive, no ship attached. The Enterprise was on course for Vulcan at maximum warp and would arrive within ten hours. Ten more hours of this hell. Spock could find some relief on Vulcan. His bondmate certainly hoped so.

“Mate, come here.”

Kirk went with eyes down, and Spock grabbed him roughly, licking the blood off him. Spock growled ever so slightly, and Kirk tried to reach him through the meld. Not possible. It was a wall of flame that couldn’t be breached or scaled by Kirk. Spock finished with the blood and jammed his tongue in Kirk’s mouth. Oh God, not again. Spock laced a hand through Kirk’s hair and shook him.

“You taste good.”

Kirk didn’t reply that’s how he’d gotten a bloody lip. He knew better, but words slipped out and the punishment delivered immediately. Spock had warned him, too.

“When I am pon farr, you must obey.”

Kirk listened to the words echo in his head. A Vulcan’s idea of obedience went far beyond what humans understood. Spock brought Kirk back to the present with a hard bite to a bare shoulder.

“Your mind is not with mine,” said Spock.

Kirk put his hands behind his back. Spock threw him to the floor. Not catching himself was one of the hardest things Kirk had ever done. Another bruise and another bite, McCoy was going to be furious when he got his hands on Kirk’s body. Kirk lay on his side, eyes down, arms back, and Spock traced a hot long finger down him.

“You are not obedient, but you are beautiful.”

Kirk almost groaned, but his mind refused to let him. He would be obedient, even if it killed him, because Spock might kill him otherwise. Kirk remained still, and Spock used him brutally. The meld was painfully tight, and Kirk endured. When Spock was satisfied, he stood over him, breathing only a little deeper than usual.

“Out, sit in the hallway, and await your next punishment.”

Kirk left the room fast, sitting opposite the door and trying to recapture a semblance of reason. Cum was running down him to the floor, but Kirk ignored it. It was the least of his worries. Spock allowed the meld to ease slightly, and Kirk took a mental breath. The corridor had been sealed the moment that Spock entered pon farr for the safety of the crew. Kirk wished briefly that he had been ordered to leave as well. The turbolift doors open, and he looked to see who was brave enough to venture into the lair of the beast. It was McCoy with a medikit.

“Jim, are you okay?”

Kirk nodded. If he spoke, Spock would hear it through the meld. Those flames kept Kirk out, but didn’t hamper Spock’s ability to probe him. If anything, they enhanced it. McCoy knelt next to him and cursed. Kirk sighed and didn’t watch McCoy work.

“This is ridiculous.” McCoy pulled out his ever present hypospray and gave Kirk two injections. “Let me sedate him.”

Kirk didn’t allow himself to think it. He would endure this. Spock was worth it.

“I could sedate you,” said McCoy. He grabbed Kirk’s face and healed the oozing lip. “That would keep him off you for a day or two.”

Kirk cleared his mind, pushed out the shakes, and McCoy spread something over all his bites. The pain of them eased immediately. The diagnostic whirred, and McCoy said something extremely rude about Vulcans and their mothers. Kirk looked at the door and reinforced his shield. It had to hold. One more hypospray and McCoy gave him something to swallow. Kirk did. McCoy picked up Kirk’s wrist, and he jumped when a metal bracelet clicked on. It immediately melded to Kirk’s skin. Spock would be furious. No one tampered with his bondmate. Kirk pushed McCoy towards the turbolift, and he resisted. Spock opened the door, and Kirk moved to him, knelt in the proper position, and held his breath. He’d tried to get McCoy out of harm’s way. Now Kirk could only intervene if it was life or death.

“What have you done, Doctor McCoy?” Spock was menacingly cool, dressed all in black.

“It will monitor his health,” said McCoy.

“Take it off,” growled Spock.

“No, Admiral’s orders, and I obey my orders.”

“Inside, Mate, go to your corner,” said Spock.

Kirk crawled to his corner and breathed very quietly.

“He is your responsibility,” said McCoy.

“You do not understand,” said Spock. The door closed, and Kirk tried to gather his wits together. Spock loomed over him. “Go take a shower. You smell like Doctor McCoy.”

Kirk jumped up to go, and Spock shoved him down with a snarl. His collarbone snapped, and Kirk saw stars from his position on the carpet. When the stars cleared, the pain from his twisted leg became apparent.

“Crawl, my fragile bondmate,” said Spock. “There is a thirty-two percent chance that this bonding was an error on your part.”

Kirk crawled to the shower, cradling his arm and dragging a leg. Standing up was painful, but he did it with a curse. It was set to sonic, and he switched it to water. Only soap and water could remove scent. He pulled his collarbone back even, massaged his leg, and took a very deep breath. It was painful, but could have been worse. He didn’t think about Spock’s words. Survival was foremost in his mind. Spock wouldn’t kill him, right? Not on purpose, but what worried Kirk was the casual strength used so devastatingly against his body. Spock could kill him, and it would be something a Vulcan woman wouldn’t have noticed all that much. The meld pulsed and tightened. Kirk wrapped his end around him protectively and made sure he was completely clean. Then he used the sonic shower.

Clothes would have been nice, but Spock preferred him naked, and Kirk tucked the injured arm across his chest to crawl back to his corner. Spock might let him sleep. Kirk’s meld told him Spock was meditating, and he remained perfectly still in his corner. He laced part of the meld around his shoulder to provide support, put his leg in the most comfortable position he could find, and fell asleep.

********

Kirk woke instantly when Spock picked him up and put him on the bed. His shoulder throbbed, his leg yelped, and he ignored it.

“Sleep, my little one,” said Spock.

Kirk rewrapped his shoulder and did what he was told.

********

Kirk slept until he woke naturally. Spock was next to him, and Kirk cuddled closer. His shoulder cried out, and he pushed the pain away. Spock turned to him, and the power of photon torpedo exploded around Kirk. He struggled to remain cool and calm. Spock caressed him roughly and melded with Kirk, pulling him into the inferno. Kirk went willingly, and Spock pushed him flat on his back. The lubricant by the bed smeared Spock’s cock, and he lifted Kirk’s legs to push inside in one swift stroke. Kirk gasped from the pain. Was his leg broken?

“You want this?”

“Yes, Master, yes.”

Spock held Kirk’s hips tightly, bruising him, and fucked him hard. Kirk’s cock leaked on his stomach. Pain and pleasure competed for space in his body. He didn’t touch his cock. Spock would tell him what to do. Spock pounded and growled, leaning down to bite Kirk hard enough to draw blood which he then licked off.

“Cum on yourself,” said Spock.

Kirk gasped and orgasmed. Spock licked it off, always biting. Kirk wilted from the heat of it. Spock pulled Kirk’s balls hard, rammed his cock deeper, and blasted hot cum. Kirk was gasping from the pain and hot meld around him. Spock pulled out very slowly, continuing to tug Kirk’s balls roughly.
 
“We will be in orbit around Vulcan within the hour.” Spock dropped out. “Dress and wait for me in the hallway.”

Kirk slid off the bed and crawled to the closet. He wanted to cup his aching balls, but he only had one working arm. He struggled into a casual shirt, baggy pants, and boots before crawling slowly to the hallway. No standing until Spock let him. It was too dangerous, not to mention Kirk didn’t think his leg would bear weight, putting his boot on had been enough to make him sweat. Dr. McCoy was waiting for him. Kirk leaned against the wall and made not a sound as McCoy hooked him up to fluids. McCoy started on the collarbone and cursed vividly.

“How much longer, Jim?” McCoy reached inside Kirk’s shirt and smeared the bites. “Damn it, answer me.”

“Stay, Mate,” said Spock from the doorway. Kirk froze from his attempt to move to Spock. “He cannot answer. I have not given him permission to speak.”

“How much longer?”

“Unknown. My bondmate is surviving nicely. Do not be overly concerned.” Spock went back inside and the door whooshed behind him.

“Captain?”

Kirk shook his head, and McCoy grimaced. The collarbone healed, the leg was treated, and Kirk began to feel somewhat better. Spock’s heat was killing him, but the fluids would help that. Surviving nicely, huh? Kirk almost smiled. Spock had paid him a compliment. The hour passed quickly, and Kirk was tired of McCoy before it was over. Each pon farr would be easier than the first. This bond was new, and Spock was uncertain. Spock opened the door, and Kirk stayed. He wasn’t released. McCoy removed the machine on Kirk’s arm and stood up.

“Thank you, Doctor McCoy,” said Spock.

“You’re a danger to him,” said McCoy.

Spock moved to Kirk and pulled him to his feet. Kirk put his arms back, and Spock clicked on the restraints. The collar was light on his neck, and Kirk caressed the meld. Spock gripped the leash.

“Is that really necessary?”

“Doctor McCoy, he belongs to me and all must know it or I may be forced to kill them.”

Kirk kept his eyes on the floor. Spock pulled him to the turbolift and it deposited them near the transporter room. If Scotty looked sympathetic, Kirk didn’t know it.

“You have the bridge, Mr. Scott,” said Spock.

“Aye sir,” said Scotty.

The sparkles took them to Vulcan, and Kirk reinforced his shield. He didn’t want any emotions leaking. Where were they? Did he want to know? Spock greeted several people, and Kirk watched Spock’s boots get dusty. Someone approached, and Kirk used the meld to translate.

“I did not realize you were bonded, Spock, son of Sarek.”

“Recently, pon farr was the result.”

“That is unfortunate, and mostly for your human.”

“Yes, have you seen my father today?”

“He is at city council.”

“Thank you,” said Spock.

“Good luck with that fragile human.”

Spock turned around and tugged Kirk to him. Kirk leaned against Spock’s chest. “You are obedient today.”

Kirk breathed and stayed still. Spock growled softly, and Kirk did nothing.

“Come, we will go to the hall and wait for my father.”

Kirk cringed a little at the thought. The great Sarek treated to the rare sight of Captain James T. Kirk cuffed and collared.

“Pride is worthy of punishment.”

Kirk folded down to his knees and put his head on Spock’s dusty boot. Spock allowed it and the leash pulled tight.

“Spock.”

“Father.”

“I heard the Enterprise was in orbit.” Sarek was near, but Kirk could not see him. “You are pon farr.”

“Yes, and it is possible I need your assistance.”

“Humans are fragile.”

Kirk wanted to sigh and roll his eyes. Spock tugged the collar to punish him.

“When was the bonding?”

“May we go somewhere private?”

“Yes, we will go home. Your mother is away visiting relatives until tomorrow.”

Spock used the leash to pull Kirk up, another punishment, and he followed, keeping his eyes down. The walk was short to the house of Sarek. The desert crawled in his mouth. He had visited this home before, but then as a captain. Spock followed his father, and Kirk brought up the rear.

“That corner is yours, Bondmate,” said Spock. He pointed, dropped the leash, and Kirk went to sit quietly.

“Bonding with a superior officer was perhaps an error, my son.” Sarek poured drinks and the two Vulcans sat on the blocky white furniture. Kirk wanted to stare, lick his lips, and groan, but he did none of these. He heard another drink poured. “Take this to him, he is thirsty.”

“Yes, Father,” said Spock.

Spock released the cuffs, and Kirk put his hands in his lap. He took the drink and did nothing but hold it. Spock returned to sitting, ignoring Kirk.

“Son, this does you no honor,” said Sarek.

“Drink,” said Spock, without even a glance at Kirk. “We were bonded less than a year ago unexpectedly. It was not completely welcome, but we have adapted. Now, the pon farr.”

“I allowed the doctors to sedate me the first time so Amanda was not injured. Humans are not as strong,” said Sarek.

“He is not a frail woman,” said Spock.

Kirk drank and did not allow his pleasure to leak out.

“He is well-trained.” Sarek looked as regal as ever. “You have not injured him?”

“Not severely,” said Spock.

The drink was finished. Kirk lowered his eyes again. This conversation was fascinating.

“The problem, my son, with bonding to this human, is that he is not truly submissive. You will injure him. It is only a matter of how and if he survives it.”

A long pause and Kirk pushed all thoughts down and away.

“You are correct. The bonding is complete, and I have no wish to kill him.”

“Starfleet, no doubt, would be disappointed as well.” Sarek paused. “Captain Kirk, what is your opinion on this matter?”

Kirk made no reaction and allowed no emotion into the meld.

“He is not allowed to speak to anyone but myself,” said Spock. “Bondmate, answer the question.”

“Yes, Master,” said Kirk. His voice felt rusty. “I have no desire to die, father of my master.”

Sarek answered, “Are you not betraying the very fiber of your being?”

Spock said immediately, “Crawl to me, Mate.”

Kirk crawled over and put his head on Spock’s boots. “I will do anything, and pay any price, for the bond with your son.”

Spock growled very softly, “Do not touch him, Father. I will not bear it.”

“Go in the other room,” said Sarek. “Needs be I must.”

“Obey him,” said Spock. He rose to his feet and vanished from Kirk’s sight.

“Come here, Captain Kirk,” said Sarek.

Kirk could hear a touch of command in Sarek’s voice, and he pushed up. Sarek pointed at the floor between his knees. Kirk knelt there. The meld tightened painfully, surged fire, and Kirk almost cried out.

Sarek touched Kirk’s meld points very lightly and was inside, pushing Spock aside, putting out the fire. Kirk was grateful.

//Submission does not make you weak//

//It feels that way//

//You must be the stronger to submit//

// ? //

//Spock can not submit, you must be stronger//

Kirk understood, he hoped. Sarek reviewed the past days with Kirk and showed him his errors. Too aggressive, Kirk was far too aggressive in his body language. Do this, not that. Sarek agreed with McCoy. Spock was dangerous, more dangerous than a true Vulcan. His human half was rearing its ugly head. And Sarek was out. Kirk breathed again.

“You are worthy of my son,” said Sarek.

“Thank you,” said Kirk.

“Go to the corner, be submissive in thought and manner, and I will go to Spock. He will not strike you in this house.”

“Yes, sir,” said Kirk. He went to the corner, faced the wall, knelt, put his arms back, and lowered his head. Sarek came to him and clicked the cuffs back on. Kirk released the tension in each muscle of his body, one a time, and worked on his breathing. He could master himself. Spock was worth this and more.

********

Kirk passed into a light, meditative state. The meld surged and ebbed, gold to silver, and he practiced keeping his end star field cold. It was a matter of survival. Spock’s pon farr heat was too much for his fragile human body. McCoy was no doubt monitoring all his vitals and would appear if things went badly. Kirk sincerely hoped that didn’t happen. He was weak, but had some pride. Pride. He rolled pride around in his mind and realized that was part of the problem. Spock viewed Kirk’s pride as aggressiveness. Could he dampen it down, or abandon it entirely? Pride was a foolish thing when weighed against his life with Spock.

The meld thickened and thickened again. Kirk pushed it into the leash and felt Spock pick it up. The flames were hot. Kirk stuffed his pride in a sack, watching it turn to ashes. He answered the pull on the leash, but with no jerky movements and no stiffness that could be misinterpreted. He hoped.

Kirk felt Spock’s smoldering eyes analyzing him. “You are thirsty?”

“Yes, Master,” said Kirk. Where once he would have flicked his eyes up, he held them still. Vulcans were very sensitive to movement, any kind of movement. Sarek had shown him that.

“You will sit by me while we eat and drink. Do not let your eyes touch my father,” said Spock.

Kirk fondled the flames, but made no physical moves. Spock pulled him close and caressed him more gently than he had in the past days. Kirk wanted to moan and purr. He loved his bondmate, no matter the pain.

“Come, or I will throw you to the floor and mate with you,” said Spock.

Kirk followed, and his body language stayed submissive. The cuffs were removed. Dinner was a simple meal, but rich in fluids that he desperately needed. He ate slowly, efficiently, and monitored each movement to make sure it was not screaming aggression. Spock and Sarek spoke of family matters. Kirk made sure his eyes never touched Sarek.

“You can not stay here, son. Where will you go?”

“To the house in the mountains?”

“That will be adequate. Amanda will return tomorrow. Your pon farr will upset her greatly.”

“Apologize to Mother. I will visit after.”

“She will want that. Bring your bondmate,” said Sarek.

“I will, if he is able.”

Kirk finished his meal and was still thirsty. He let his eyes rest for several seconds on the pitcher before moving them back to his lap. Spock poured him another drink. Kirk almost smiled. Sarek was a great man.

“You have conquered my bondmate, Father. He thinks highly of you,” said Spock.

“I have no desire for another human in my life. They are noisy, troublesome, and require years of training.”

“Yes, that is true.”

Kirk sipped his drink, reinforced his shield yet again, and thought of water. Cool water, splashing down, making puddles, and dripping.

“Is your human water deficient, Spock?”

“Unknown.” Spock opened his communicator. “Spock to Doctor McCoy.”

“McCoy here.”

“How are my bondmate’s vital signs?”

A long pause, and then McCoy answered, “He’s a little dehydrated, but considering how badly he was beat up this morning this is nothing. McCoy out.”

Kirk heard the rebuke and curled his shoulders slightly. Spock would punish him for McCoy’s words.

“Do not react, Spock. Your bondmate did nothing.”

“McCoy protects him. It is more than enough.”

The meld told Kirk the blow was coming, but he didn’t move. If he ducked, the punishment was more severe. It never landed, and he refused to flick his eyes and find out why.

“Do not interfere, Father.”

“This is my house, and you will not strike him here.”

“He is mine,” said Spock. “Not yours.”

“You will not beat him for the words of others.” Sarek paused. “You dishonor yourself.”

“The pon farr controls me.”

“No, it does not. You will learn to control it. Or you are not the Vulcan I know you are.”

Kirk tucked his mind tightly into the coldness. Spock was on the razor’s edge.

“I will have Doctor McCoy meet us in the mountains,” growled Spock.

Kirk pushed the meld to the end of the leash. When Spock lifted it, Kirk oozed to his knees next to him, leaned into Spock’s thigh, and put his arms back. Spock pulled the collar tight and refastened the restraints.

“Live long and prosper, Spock.”

“Live long and prosper, Father.”

Kirk felt Sarek brush his mind briefly. A blessing or a warning, maybe both.

“Mr. Scott, beam us to the second set of coordinates.”

“Aye sir, move away from the ambassador.”

Ambassador Sarek left the room, and the transporter took them away. Kirk had never been to the mountains on Vulcan and the temperature drop was welcome. The thinner levels of oxygen became apparent. This was a problem. It was bad enough in the desert.

“Spock to McCoy.”

“McCoy here.”

“Mr. Scott has our coordinates. You may beam down with anything you feel is appropriate. Spock out.”

Kirk knelt by Spock’s leg and regulated his breathing, achieving some success. His head felt light. How tight was the collar? He needed more air. The meld was bright around him, and he yanked on it.

“Bondmate?”

“I need air,” wheezed Kirk.

Spock removed the collar and restraints, helping him lay down. Kirk blinked, and McCoy was there with a breathing apparatus. Kirk met his worried blue eyes. McCoy put it on Kirk immediately, and he breathed deeply. Spock was pacing.

“I want him on the ship,” said McCoy.

Kirk grabbed McCoy’s forearm and shook his head. Spock did nothing but pace. McCoy found Kirk a bed and put him on it. Fluids attached to his arm, more hyposprays than he could count, and a lecture about air and the necessity of it. Kirk smiled, and McCoy lef