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[Spock closes the gap, brushing his lips against Jim's...]

It means beloved. [The word was breathed, as if a prayer before the Vulcan pressed a proper kiss against his Captain's mouth, allowing his eyes to flutter shut.]

_{[ He really didn't have an answer for that. In all his previous
experiences, when the word "love" in any shape or form came out, he went
running for the hills.}

But a lot had happened in two years - or was it three? Luceti had messed up his time flow, damn it. But either way, a lot had happened. He wasn't that same person, even though some of that person remained. So he wasn't sure what it was that kept him there when Spock's mouth touched his - a shared memory of mistletoe, the thrumming of the bond between them, just the sheer want to not be alone...

Whatever it was, it kept him there and leaning back into his mouth, tongue flickering out to tease, to press inside and deepen it. Kirk never did anything by halves, after all. ]

[Spock almost pulled back at the sudden appearance of tongue, but relaxed into it. It was an interesting sensation, and one that he decided wasn't unpleasant. Instead, he returned the gesture, gently exploring Jim's mouth with his own tongue.
The Vulcan didn't know what to do with his hands....but he wanted further connection. He wanted to feel this human. Reaching out, Spock took hold of Jim's hands, entwining their fingers, shivering at the electric touch.]

_{[ The touch was electric for him too, firing off through his fingers
and to his brain, down his spine. It was beautiful, wonderful, a sweet
sensation that couple with the feel of Spock's tongue against his own. He
tasted like chocolate, bitter and sweet. His fingers slid up behind the
pointed ears, hooking around the back of his neck and massaging the muscle.}

He should stop this, he needed to stop this. Not because they were two men, or it was wrong, but because neither of them could take the hurting. Because this couldn't work out, right? It was just the way their stars were some crap like that, right? Why would anyone want a broken thing?

And yet, he kept kissing, his breath coming in hard and short as his kisses grew deeper, more insistent. ]

[Spock didn't want to stop... and soon enough he was gently pushing Jim down onto the couch, leaning his weight onto his golden form.
His hands traveled, his fingers seeking out the skin under Jim's shirt.

Spock had given up feeling as though this could never work. They were here now, in Luceti... and while they were here, come what may, they should do what felt right. The bond buzzed, whispering loving Vulcan phrases to his bondmate.]

_{[ He leaned back into the cushions, letting Spock push him down. He
wrapped his arms around the Vulcan, fingers finding his ears to tease the
pointed shell. He could hear the words inside his head, whispers he
understood as declarations of love even if he could not understand the
words themselves.}

His skin prickled and sparked where Spock touched him, making him arch a little. It was hard to say when anyone's touch had ever done that to him, and he liked it - a lot. ]

Spock...

Jim...

[He couldn't stop, couldn't get enough of this human. He wanted everything that Jim could give him. The Vulcan caressed the bond, moving his lips from Jim's mouth down his jaw to his neck. There he bit and licked at the skin as his hands snaked further under his shirt.
He didn't bothering sparing any though to whether this was wrong or not, all that mattered was that he was with his bond mate.

And he was becoming aroused.]

_{[ He could feel it, an odd duality, sensations layered atop his own.
It was... weird, but in a good way? Hard to tell. It was him and not him,
and on some level he knew it was Spock. He groaned, baring his neck to
Spock, fingers slipping down beneath the collar of his shirt to stroke the
back muscles of the alien, nails digging into his skin ever so lightly to
create that bit of friction. ]}

Damn it, Spock... we... we can't...

_{[ His protests sounded weak, even to his own ears. ]}

[Later, Spock will feel awful about pushing, but right now? Doesn't matter.]

Yes, we can. [The Vulcan brushes their hips together, groaning as he once more captures his Captain's lips. He wants this man.]

Not.. not where Bones can walk in on us-!

_{[ It was a real concern. Bones would never let them hear the end of it
if he walked in on them.}

Though it was hard to argue right now with Spock rocking against him, his own hips rocking back, gripping him tightly and kissing with the same fervor. Damn it, why was he wanting to stop again? ]

[Spock doesn't hesitate to stand, lifting Jim up into his arms without breaking the kiss... and takes him to his room.
Now no one can see them.]

_{[ Damn it, Spock. Damn it. That was supposed to make you stop. Or was
it? It wasn't like it would be the first time he'd had sex on a couch, but
well..}

Why did he have protests again? Spock was making it really hard to think the way he was kissing him, the little bits of electric that went through him when hands touched bare skin. ]

Spock... damn...

[Spock set Jim down on his bed, quickly climbing over him... plundering his mouth with his tongue. He wants to own and possess this man... he wants to love him. And it's that last thought above all that is the most frightening.]

I cherish thee...[The words slip out as Spock's hands start to trail up Jim's shirt once more, reveling in the feel of skin.]

_{[ The words sank slowly into his brain as he kissed him, touched him.
Slowly it sank in that they were on his bed, in private, and hands were
going up his shirt. It all felt really good, but...}

He suddenly pushed at Spock, arms straight and locked, panting harshly, his cheeks flushed and his mind reeling. God, what was happening? ]

Spock... Spock wait...

[Spock tried to lean down to kiss the man once more, but then realized that he was being held back.
With blown eyes, he regards his Captain...]

Jim? What is wrong?

I don't... I mean... shit, Spock, I don't know.

_{[ And he really didn't. He didn't know anything and it was all a mess
in his head. He wanted to get up and run, like he had with every girl who
said those magic words, but he couldn't do that to Spock. He deserved
better, and he... he wasn't those girls. He was different. Special. So it
kept him there on the bed, but mentally he still wanted to high tail, to
run away from those words because he didn't really deserve them, didn't
know what to do with them. ]}

[Spock blinked at Jim... and tried to clear his head. The chocolate certainly hadn't helped, and he still had a boner. But Jim was panicking above him, and that was definitely a mood killer...

...what he didn't understand was why Jim was panicking. And he got the distinct feeling that Jim didn't understand why either.] Jim... I am having difficulty thinking... [Spock didn't let go of Jim quite yet.]

Yeah, no, I can tell that.

_{[ The words were more snappish than he meant to, but his mind was
reeling. He didn't know what to do, what he wanted to do. If this had been
someone else he might have just gone through with it and then up and run
when they finished. But this was Spock. Spock didn't deserve that. He
couldn't do that to Spock and he wouldn't.}

He groaned, laying his head down on Spock's shoulder, still aroused as well and biting his lip to keep from groaning as he hid his face. ]

I don't know what to do Spock... damn it

[Spock couldn't deal with Jim's emotional issues right now. He's dizzy, drunk, and aroused. As much as he wants to keep Jim here all night, to show him how much he cares for him...

...he will not do anything that Jim doesn't want to do.]

Jim... Please leave.

_{[ That stung, those words. He reared his head back, looking down at
Spock, and suddenly anger replaced the confusion. He grit his teeth and he
smacked his fist against the Vulcan's shoulder. ]}

You don't get to tell me that, you bastard! You started this, you don't get to tell me that right now!

_{[ Because he didn't want to leave, but he just wasn't sure what to do
either. It was a mess, but he knew he didn't want to leave, not yet. And
like hell he was going to leave when Spock was the one who had started this
whole little escapade. ]}

Jim... I....

[The Vulcan clutched at Jim, their connection allowing for Spock's love and devotion for his Captain to go through...

...then he leaned to the side of the bed and threw up.]

_{[ Welp, he had been relaxing - right until the other threw up.}

At first he kind of panicked, because did Vulcan's get sick? Oh shit, was chocolate poisonous to him like it was to a dog? The mood was instantly killed and Kirk scrambled off Spock to the floor. He reached out, cupping his face and pulling at his eyelid to look at his eye. ]

Spock, talk to me. How do you feel? Better? Worse? Is this because you're "drunk" or because I should go get Bones right now?

_{[ Damn Vulcan physiology! ]}

[Spock groaned, holding his stomach.]

Ch-chocolate... reaction...
[The Vulcan heaved again, his face going pale as he tried move towards the bathroom.]

Okay, okay, come on.

_{[ He helped him up and to the bathroom, glad there wasn't hair he
would have to hold back. He got him to the toilet, rubbing his back as he
thought. ]}

Okay, let me get you some water. Just stay here til you're done.

_{[ He'd need to change the sheets, but that could be handled later.
Right now he hurried to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water for
the Vulcan. ]}

[Spock was laid out on the floor tile, his head resting against the cooler surface. He had a fever, and he wasn't feeling well at all...]

Jim... I am sorry... Jim....

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