"Yuck," whispered Kirk though clenched fingers clasped tightly over his mouth as he ran toward the bathroom.

Spock threw the soup he held down the drain and turned on the vent fan. He opened a closet, grabbed several soft cloths, then turned to the freezer for a bowl of ice. His movements had the smoothness acquired only with much practice.

Quickly he followed the sounds of retching to the bathroom.

The sounds stopped, the whoosh of flushing commenced, followed by water running. As if answering a cue, Spock pulled open the door and approached his lover. He set the bowl of ice down, and wet one cloth. Gently he wiped the sweat-drenched forehead and cheeks. "Jim, a piece of ice will help."

Numbly Kirk took the offered ice between his lips and sucked for a moment. Then spat. "I hate this, Spock. I just hate it.

I just can't do it anymore."

"Come with me." Spock led Kirk to the couch, held him lightly while moping his brow with the damp cloth. With a heart-rending sigh, the Human rested his head on the Vulcan's shoulder.

After a few minutes, Kirk stood up abruptly, "I've got to change."

Spock followed him to the bedroom, stood watching as the human dressed. "I am sorry, Jim."

"Next time don't even think about serving Plomeek soup when my stomach is upset," Kirk pleaded.

"I only sought to help. Plomeek is soothing to me when my hormones are unusually high."

"But you're a Vulcan!" Kirk declared with a glare, then began to blush. "And when your hormones are high, it's male hormones. I never knew it could be so bad. Do women really go through this? I thought I'd be fine. Maybe it's worse for me."

"According to the doctor, it should only last for a few more weeks," Spock gently reminded Kirk, then offered, "Would you care for some herbal tea? It usually settles your stomach."

"You're so good to me, Spock," Kirk turned his face up for Spock to kiss.

Spock pecked the proffered cheek and left to get the tea.

When he returned Kirk was sound asleep on the couch.

About an hour later, the comm unit beeped, waking Kirk.

Spock answered and agreed to attend a meeting at ten am. Kirk looked up at him, "Another Monday meeting?"

"Yes. I now have three."

Kirk began to flush as he replied, "Lucky you. I've only got..." He grabbed his mouth and ran for the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Spock held a freshly changed Kirk in his arms, gently rocking him.

"I can't take it anymore," Kirk moaned. "I feel so awful all the time."

"I am sorry, Jim. How may I help?"

"I don't know," Kirk whimpered as he turned his face into Spock's chest to hide his tears.

The Vulcan patted Kirk's back, kissed the top of his head, "Morning sickness normally lasts only another 1-2 weeks," he glibly underestimated, logically assuming that truth did not belong in this conversation. "If you wish I will request medical leave for both of us for this period. At least I can be with you.

"Oh you're so sweet, love," Kirk simpered, then straightened his shoulders before replying, "but we have so much to do at headquarters."

"This is more important, Jim. I will make the call." Spock started to stand jolting Kirk who turned a pleasing shade of green and gritted his teeth.

A few minutes later Kirk calmed down again. He sat with his head in his hands. Spock looked down at him, unsure what to do. "Jim?"

"I don't know, Spock. I don't know what to do."

Spock lightly placed his hand on Kirk's head, rubbed gently, trying to share his strength.

"I really don't think I can handle this anymore." Kirk began to sob.

"Remember it should only be for a few more weeks."

"Don't lie to me!" Kirk yelled at him as his mood shifted.

"You know it can last months longer for men!" He ran to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Thirty seconds later, Spock heard the lock click and the squeaking sounds the bed made as Kirk flounced onto it.

Spock followed, tried the door. When his request for admittance was denied, he settled on the couch with a padd, reviewing a report. After five minutes, he queried, "Would you like my attention now?" But there was no response. He waited another five minutes and returned to the door. Before he could knock, he heard a loud wail from his bondmate.

"Jim, are you all right. Please let me enter."

Another wail, then a shouted response. "You've been ignoring me. I've been crying for five minutes and you didn't even care."

"I do care. I love you very much." Spock responded as the wails started up again. He continued in a louder voice, "You know I love you. I would be with you if you had not locked the door."

"Now it's my fault." Kirk yelled back. "You are so mean to me. I'm crying and you are blaming me!" A couple of drawers slammed, then Kirk began to cry again, alternating sobbing with moaning.

"Please, Jim. Let me in." Spock stood stiff in front of the door, his hands clasped behind as if resigned to the fact that the door would remain locked for the foreseeable future.

"I hate you. I'm having your baby and now you don't love me anymore."

"I do love you. Let me in, and I will show you."

A loud crash rang out as something broke against the bedroom door.

"Go away. I know what you are thinking, and I don't want you to touch me. What makes you think doing that is what I want?" Sob. "You only want me for one thing! I don't need you anymore."

"Very well. I shall leave you alone for the moment. Please call me when you wish to see me."

Now the weeping from the bedroom became even louder.

Spock sat back down on the couch and held his book, unable to concentrate well enough to read it. The sobs continued growing quieter, then louder, the sorrowful sounds broken only by the occasional loud nose blowing. Five more minutes passed, and, suddenly, there was complete quiet in the bedroom.

Spock arose quickly and strode to the door.

He knocked quietly.

"Come in," came the soft reply.

Spock turned the door lock deftly with his thumb, releasing the catch, and entered the room. Inside he found Kirk lying propped up against the headboard. His face was tear streaked, but glowing.

"Come here, Spock," he said quietly.

Spock sat down next to him. As the bed jostled, Kirk grimaced. But that look lasted only a second, "Feel this," he said, his voice full of awe. He took Spock's palm and placed it low over his belly. "Can you feel this?"

Spock touched him for a moment, then light filled his eyes, "Yes."

"She's moving, Spock."

"Yes, Jim."

"Our baby. She's moving." Kirk glowed. "Have you ever felt anything like that?"

"Nothing so precious."

"She needs us, needs her Dads."

"Indeed."

"Maybe I could try a bit more soup. She needs her nourishment." Kirk held tightly to Spock's hand and grinned up at him. Kirk allowed Spock to feed him a small amount of soup, then drifted off for the night.

The next morning, Spock was awakened by the trembling of his bondmate lying next to him. As usual, Kirk lay wrapped intimately in his arms. Spock, dimly aware of his surroundings, continued to fondle the partially aroused penis in his hand and leaned closer to kiss the nape of his lover's neck.

Kirk twitched.

Spock lazily tongued the spot he had just kissed and gently rubbed his own hardness against his captain's buns.

"Stop it!" Kirk yelped, "Can't you see I'm trying to get the crackers?" He reached out with his arm, grabbed the package and settled back next to his warm companion.

Spock sighed, "I am sorry, Jim. I was not fully awake and it has been over a week since we last ..."

Kirk wiggled his rear suggestively, "I'm so sorry, Spock. I do love you. But I get so nauseated. I just wanted to get the cracker before I got sick."

"I understand," Spock replied, removing his hand from his partner's erection.

"Oh," whined Kirk, "don't stop. That felt good."

"Even though you are nauseated?"

"I wasn't nauseated, I was trying to get the cracker so I wouldn't get sick."

"Understood."

"Oh, ick!" Kirk exclaimed, "help me up!"

"Spock gave him a push helping him to stand. Kirk ran to the bathroom. He returned several minutes later, several shades paler and smelling of toothpaste. He lay down again. "I feel so bad, Spock. Make it stop."

"What can I do?"

"I don't know. Nothing helps. Maybe..... Maybe you could just hold me a while. Until I have to run again."

"Yes, Jim." Spock pulled Kirk's head to his shoulder taking care not to hold him too close so that there would be no pressure on their daughter.

Kirk snuggled closer. "Hold me, please," he whispered.

Spock held him with one arm wrapped around his shoulder, the other over his hip.

They rested quietly for a moment before Kirk spoke, "It felt good before."

"Jim?"

"It felt good when you were touching me."

Spock waited for full thirty seconds to see if Kirk would continue speaking, then took the opportunity and began to stroke his lovers hip and side.

Kirk swallowed several times in rapid succession. Spock recognizing the prelude to regurgitation for what it was, stopped caressing and mentally prepared himself to help Kirk up.

Kirk swallowed hard, then breathed deeply. "Touch me more, Spock. Where you were before."

Spock hesitated.

"Please. It felt so good," Kirk pleaded.

"Tell me when to stop, Jim," he said as he carefully reached between their bodies and took the limp penis into his hand. He turned and kissed Kirk's forehead as he began to stroke. Kirk groaned. Spock pulled his hand away.

"Don't stop."

"You groaned, and you were not yet erect. I surmised that you were uncomfortable."

"Don't stop," Kirk whined, "Feels good anyway."

Spock reached back down and once again took the limp penis into his hand. He stroked it slowly, softly, as Kirk whimpered against his shoulder. "Good. So good." Soon it began to harden, as did Spock's.

"Jim?"

"Mmmm."

"I wish to take you in my mouth."

"Oh yes."

"Can you move?" Spock queried.

"It feels so good right now," Kirk moaned.

"Stay as you are, then," Spock returned, continuing the gentle stroking on the partially erect penis. He slowly slipped his body away from Kirk, then turned, pressing gentle kisses along the Human's side as he moved. Soon Kirk's head lay against Spock's inclined abdomen, and Spock's mouth was in position to taste. The eager lover slid his hand to cup warm testicles as he softly licked the head of his bondmate's penis. "Oh, Jim," he groaned at the contact. "It has been too long." He opened his lips, suckled the still malleable penis into his mouth. Gently he licked and sucked, moving his head only slightly, his hand not at all.

"Yes. Feels good."

"Mmmmm," from around his mouthful.

As Spock continued his ministrations, Kirk gradually increased in length and girth, and the moans began to come from both men.

"Yes, harder. Now," Kirk cried out as his hips began to thrust forward.

Spock complied, turning his body toward Kirk's. Kirk startled as the extremely firm erection slid across his cheek. "Oh, Spock. You want me, too."

Spock lifted his head, "Indeed," then groaned as Kirk sucked the hitherto ignored penis into his mouth. Soon both men were licking hard, moving their heads to stroke their mouthsful with their lips. Soon both torsos strained in rhythm with the feasting mouths. Soon Kirk gasped, then moaned, and climaxed. Spock swallowed greedily, then allowed the softening penis to slip from his mouth. His hips continued to move as Kirk sighed, "Wow, that felt sooo good, Spock."

"More, please... Jim!," the needy Vulcan begged, his deep voice quavering with desire, as he sought to plunge his erection back into its warm home. "Jim."

"Oh, yes. I love you," replied Kirk as he turned back toward the slippery shaft, allowing it entrance to his mouth.

Spock thrust hard, pulled back, thrust. "Yes, Jim. So.."

Kirk's stomach growled, loudly.

Spock moaned.

Kirk's stomach growled again. The hungry human grabbed his abdomen. "Owww."

Spock thrust, missing the no longer nearby mouth.

"Jim," he begged as his bondmate rose and left the bed.

"Jim!" he cried out again as he realized his loss.

"I'll be back soon, Spock. I promise. I'm just so hungry."

Twenty minutes later, Kirk looked up from his sandwich and spoke unclearly around his mouthful. "Shpock, wan shamich?"

"Yes, I will fix myself something to eat. I am pleased to see your appetite has returned; you have lost several pounds in the last few weeks."

"Mmft," Kirk stated, then closed his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. "I've felt so icky lately and I've thrown up most of what I did eat. Bones has been yelling at me to stop losing and it makes me feel so bad when he gets mad at me." Sniffle. "But you make me feel loved and OK again. Especially when you... You know." Kirk grinned. "And right now, this sandwich tastes as good as it gets."

"I am pleased that you feel so well," Spock responded as he walked stiffly to the table.

"You're walking funny. What's up?"

Spock's eyebrow rose as he turned toward him. Kirk took another big bite as he looked up to his bondmate's face. He noted the position of the eyebrow and the lack of verbal response.

Comprehension dawned. He blushed, then let his gaze drift slowly down the Vulcan's torso to come to rest somewhat below his waist.

"Oh," he gasped. "I forgot you."

Spock nodded.

"I'm so sorry. Just let me chew this little bite and I'll take care of you," Kirk groveled around a mouthful.

"You may finish your sandwich. It is important for you to eat well."

"Oh, thank you for understanding," Kirk replied, his unctuous grin almost completely concealed behind his sandwich.

Another big bite. More chewing. "I feel so much better. You wouldn't believe how bad my stomach hurt when the nausea stopped. I can't win here."

Spock stared at him, stoically.

"OK. You can't win either." A few more minutes, half a sandwich, one glass of milk, and two cookies later, Kirk took Spock's hand and dragged him toward the bedroom. "Your turn."

Spock sped up. Both men undressed and lay down quickly.

Spock's penis was erect before his pants were off. Kirk smiled as he saw it. "You still want me."

Spock drew Kirk close, kissed his forehead, then firmly, but gently, maneuvered Kirk's mouth to his groin. "Always."

Kirk gladly began to suck, alternating gentle vacuum with flicks of his tongue. Spock groaned and began to thrust.

"Soon, Jim. I need..."

His pleas were interrupted as Kirk jumped up and ran.

Spock groaned, grabbed himself and rubbed. Two quick strokes and he screamed wordlessly in climax. He lay back bonelessly, panting. For a moment. Then sounds of retching intruded from the bathroom. He rose, wiped himself off and went to help his mate.

Ten minutes later, both men had showered and returned to the bedroom.

"Rest, Jim."

"Yes, I will. I'm sorry I didn't make you climax. I wanted to so badly," the Human begged forgiveness.

"The reason was acceptable. I would have preferred your mouth, but for now, our daughter takes precedence."

"Yeah," Kirk sighed, "but it would have been nice to keep that sandwich down."

"Given the time you spent eating and sucking, 5.2% of your calories should have been absorbed, so it was a functional meal, if a small one. Rest now. I must attend my meetings at headquarters.

I will be home as soon as possible."

"Tell them I'll be back tomorrow. Or sometime."

"Yes, Jim."

Hours later Spock arrived home from his meetings to find Kirk sound asleep in their bed. Spock stopped to turn off the music and light then lay down next to him, wrapping his arms around the sleeping man. Spock lay there for several minutes enjoying the quiet sound of Kirk's breathing and the gentle movement of Kirk's body as he unconsciously wiggled closer. Soon, though, Kirk awakened, and snuggled closer.

"Oh, Spock. You came home to me," he whispered plaintively. "I missed you so much." He clutched Spock around the neck, pulled him closer, and began planting tiny, desperate kisses over his mouth, cheeks, and neck. "Mmmm. Feels good.

Do you still love me?"

"Yes, I do, and you do feel good, Jim. However, I am at a loss to explain this reaction. I was only gone for six hours, surely not long enough for you to decide I was not returning."

"But I didn't help you earlier. You had to do it yourself," Kirk whimpered, pressing his body tightly against Spock's. "I don't want you to think I don't love you. And what if someone else made you, well, you know... You might leave me." Kirk burst into tears, shuddering in the warm arms holding him.

"Jim, please Jim. You must calm yourself. Surely you do not believe that I would leave you over one unshared climax? You are my bondmate."

"Ohh." Sniffle, gasp. "You only came home because you had to, because you married me." Kirk's tears came fast and hard, soaking Spock's shirt.

"Listen to me," Spock said firmly as he rubbed Kirk's shoulders and back. "I came home because I love you. I married you for the same reason. Nothing you do will change that, especially nothing that happens because you carry our daughter.

You are mine, as I am yours."

"Oh, Spock." Kirk looked up into Spock's eyes. "You make me so happy." He smiled. "Kiss me."

Spock took one look at the wet face, bleary eyes, and small happy smile looking up at him and knew what to do. He bent his head, kissed the soggy lips, then held Kirk close, patting his back, rubbing his hair. He held him for several minutes as the sobs calmed completely, then lifted Kirk off his chest. "Jim, let me dry your eyes."

Kirk nodded. Spock grabbed a tissue, wiped Kirk's eyes and cheeks. Another tissue wiped the chin. Then he procured a third. "Blow, Jim," he said fondly as he wiped Kirk's nose. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No thanks." Kirk started to lay his head back on his Vulcan pillow, but lifted it back quickly. "Ick, you are wet and sticky."

"Indeed."

Kirk poked out his bottom lip in a pout and looked sadly up at Spock.

"Would you care for a drier pillow, t'hy'la?"

Kirk shook his head 'yes,' the began to tug on Spock's shirt.

Between the two of them, they managed to remove the soggy attire and, soon, the already bare Kirk lay nestled against the bare chest of his lover.

"Mmmm."

"Acceptable."

"Mmmm. Hmmm," Kirk responded happily. Then, being Kirk, he brought his hand up to Spock's chest and began to play with the uncovered nipple laying within his view. "Mmmm."

"Jim?"

No answer.

"Jim, please do not tease."

Again, no verbal response, but Kirk's head moved, his tongue snaking out to lick the Vulcan's other nipple.

"Please."

Kirk chuckled as he began to suckle.

"Ahhh."

"Now you want me."

"Always. Please do not stop."

Soon both lovers were ready for more, and the play turned serious. Taking each other deep into their mouths, they licked and sucked eagerly until both climaxed.

"Mmmm. Felt good. Tastes good, Spock." Kirk sighed contentedly before falling asleep for four undisturbed hours. Spock rested with him for a while, then rose to fix dinner for himself. He ate, then prepared a light meal for Kirk, hoping he'd be able to eat and digest some of it.

"Hi, Spock," Kirk greeted him sleepily as he stretched his limbs while walking into the kitchen.

"Jim. You look well rested."

"I feel like it, too." Kirk sat down across from Spock and grinned. "It's nice to wake up rested and satisfied. You made me feel so good."

"It was mutual," Spock replied, "I have prepared some food for you. Broth and toast with jelly. I hope that you can eat now."

"Thanks," he responded, looking hungrily at the tray. "I know I need it."

"Would you care for your robe or some other clothing while you eat?"

Kirk stretched again, "I don't think so. This feels good. Do you mind?"

"You are appealing as you are," Spock responded, watching Kirk preen at the compliment, "but I did not wish for you to become cold."

"I'll let you know if I do. Maybe you could warm me then." Kirk laughed, winked at Spock, then grabbed his spoon. "Smells good." He lifted the spoon to his mouth, sipped the broth, and sat still for a moment. "So far so good." He took another spoonful, then clutched his stomach. "Oh no!"

"Breathe slowly, Jim. Maybe it will pass."

Kirk breathed slowly in and out. "Better."

Spock moved the food out of reach. "I am sorry. I had hoped you could eat."

Kirk smiled sickly, "I could eat you. That's all I seem to be able to manage." He moaned for a moment, then looked up, a gleam in his eyes, "Spo-ock," he began. "Spo-ock, it did feel good when you sucked me. Could we do it again?"

"It has only been four hours. But it should be possible."

"Spock, please suck me again. It stopped the nausea last time."

They returned to bed for another mutually satisfying round.

Kirk climaxed in Spock's hand while hungrily swallowing Spock's semen.

"Yum, you taste really good. I bet I'm getting more calories from you than anything else."

"Indeed. Perhaps I should be the one to eat more."

A week later, McCoy joined them for dinner. As they sat at the table, McCoy and Spock watched as Kirk, looking healthy, ate a few bites, then put down his fork.

"Well, Spock, I have to hand it to you. Whatever you've been doing for Jim, it seems to be working. He's gained a pound in the last week and his color is so much better."

Spock nodded and Kirk grinned.

"But you look a bit tired, Spock. Better take care of yourself, too," McCoy continued.

"I'm taking care of him," Kirk grinned smugly and winked at Spock.

Spock blushed.

"Ah, Spock. Can't leave him alone, even now. Maybe you should ignore those urges for a bit," McCoy teased. "You can manage without for a day or two, so you won't be so worn out. I'd of never guessed you two would still be at it like this after all..."

Kirk suddenly turned green and groaned, interrupting McCoy. Then he spoke up, sounding desperate, "Spock, I need you.

"Bones, I need him for a few minutes. You can let yourself out. Sorry." He grabbed Spock's hand. Spock looked apologetically at McCoy, then at Kirk with a touch of apprehension. "Jim, I do not believe I am capable."

"Yes, you are. I need you," he answered, tugged the captured hand, and ran toward the bedroom, slamming the door behind them.

McCoy looked flabbergasted, but stayed put.

Soon moans could be heard, then "Harder, Spock." Then "ahhh, so good." Kirk's voice. A sigh. Then Kirk's voice again, "Come on Spock. I need it."

"Jim," the deep Vulcan voice intoned, in exasperation, "it has only been...oh" More groans and bed squeaking.

McCoy started to get up to leave, then decided to stay, too curious about how the groaning related to Kirk's morning sickness to leave.

"Mmmm. Oh."

"Now, Spock."

"Jiiiiim." Bed squeaking, loud breathing.

Then a quiet pause, followed by Kirk's "Oh, thank you."

A few minutes later, Kirk came bounding out the bedroom door, tying his robe's sash.

"Jim?"

"Oops." Stunned silence. "Ummm, Spock, Bones is still here."

"Jim?" McCoy queried.

He received a sheepish look.

"What was that?"

Kirk blushed, then giggled. "I think you know that, Bones."

"OK not what, but why or why now?" McCoy asked, perplexed.

Spock followed Kirk into the room wearing his robe, looking very sleepy. "Doctor, it appears that orgasm relieves Jim's nausea."

"Really? I'd never of thought of that."

"It was not a discovery based on thought."

"Oh. Right." McCoy blushed. "But what a fun way to feel better."

"But didn't I hear both of you?"

"Dr. McCoy, you should not pry into.."

"Oh, Spock, you're cute when you're embarrassed. He's just curious cause he's a doctor and he cares about us." Kirk simpered up at his bedmate, then sat on the couch and turned to look at McCoy. "It seems that the only thing I can consume without getting sick these days is..." Now Kirk blushed.

McCoy's mouth gaped open, then snapped shut. "You mean you've gained a whole pound off of Spock's..."

"Yes."

"No wonder Spock looks worn out."

Spock glared at McCoy. "It is a worthwhile exhaustion."

"And requires less cleanup. I can usually eat a few bites of something else shortly after and still keep it down."

McCoy nodded, "Vegetables and fruit would help your nutrition."

Kirk took a bite of the peach he'd nibbled during dinner. "I thought so, too."

McCoy's eyes widened, "You mean..." Sputter. "You mean you'd just...you know, when I got here."

"I need him every few hours."

"Or less."

"I have read that Vulcan semen is high in carbohydrate, as well as protein. And it has just a bit of glucose. Now that I think about it, it does sound like a good mixture for an upset stomach.

I'll have to make a note of this for --" He stopped quickly as he noted the Vulcan's stern glaze. "Um, well, um. Maybe it's time for me to go home."

"But I've got a couple of hours to feel good now. We can talk."

"I think you need some sleep. Or at least Spock does. I'll see you two tomorrow for your official checkup."

"All right, Bones. Thanks for bringing dinner over."

"Good evening, doctor."

"Bye, you two."

After McCoy left, Spock cleared the table as Kirk nibbled on his peach. Eventually the two sat nestled together on the couch.

"What do you want to do, Spock? I'm really not sleepy and we've got two hours or so before I feel bad again."

"I choose to go to bed."

"Oh, Spock. You want to take your time with me. Two hours to play before I need you. Oh, you are SO sweet."

Spock drew the excited human to his chest, making sure Kirk didn't see the fatigue on his face, "Yes, Jim. Whatever makes you happy."

End