Mission to Neverias

Date: 1/98

Mission to Neverias

by Kaki

kaki4@ipass.net

USS Enterprise 00:23

The recently-charted planet Neverias swings slowly in orbit around an undistinguished star. The starship Enterprise enters standard orbit.

On the bridge, the view screen shows a peaceful golden-hued planet.

Sulu says, "Standard orbit achieved, sir."

"Thank you Mr. Sulu. Report, Mr. Spock."

Spock looks up from his scanner and replies, "Captain, as indicated by long range sensors, the planet is class M with approximately 50% water coverage. There are eight large land masses, four of which support dense forests. The atmosphere is conducive to humanoid lifeforms with no evidence of harmful microbials."

"What kind of weather conditions could we encounter?"

Spock continues, "The northern hemisphere is experiencing weather similar to that of Autumn on Earth, with temperatures ranging up to approximately 27C during the day and below freezing at night. Wind storms are present in some areas causing varying degrees of wind chill; however, the landing parties should be able to avoid these areas. The southern hemisphere is continuously below freezing."

"Is there anything else we need to know?"

"Yes, Captain. Across the planet, ion storms in the upper atmosphere could make transporter operation problematic, but these storms should be noted by sensors before interference occurs. Landing parties must be beamed out should these storms approach."

"Recommendations for the initial survey?"

"Four teams of four spaced over the continent on the upper lefthand side of the view screen should be suffice," Spock suggests, indicating the view screen. "Each team will perform a tricorder survey and collect samples for later analysis on board."

"How long should we plan to spend on the surface?"

"Due to the ion storms I believe we should investigate each continent when the Enterprise can remain overhead," responds the Science Officer.

"Initial survey time should be two hours as an ion storm appears likely in 3.2 hours. I will equip the landing parties with survival gear for one night, per regulation."

"Go ahead, Mr. Spock. Assemble the teams. I will meet you in the transporter room in fifteen minutes."

Spock issues instructions through his computer console, then exits the bridge.

Kirk watches the planet for another moment on the view screen, then rises. "Lt. Uhura, you have the con."

Kirk stops by Sick Bay on the way to the transporter room. "Bones, I'm sorry your ankle's still not up to par, so you're stuck here. I guess this will give you time to set up the labs for the samples."

"I hope you have a good trip, Jim, but if I'd known a simple ankle sprain could keep me out of the transporter, I might have tried it years ago," McCoy responds with a grin.

"We'll be back before you know it."

"You and Spock?" questions McCoy.

"Yeah, and fourteen biologists, geologists, and meteorologists to keep us in line."

The landing party finds a beautiful day. Kirk hopes he can grant shore leave when the survey is complete.

Spock, Kirk, Harding, and Lee materialize in a glade between a creek and a forest of purple conifers. Wild flowers dot the ground and water gurgles over the rocks. Spock motions to Harding to come with him and begins tricorder readings. Kirk and Lee head off in the opposite direction, Lee bagging samples and Kirk operating the tricorder. Kirk grins. He enjoys holding the whirring tricorder in his hands, watching the data scroll across the tiny screen. Doing scientific duty is an enjoyable change of pace.

........

Time passes and the landing team meets back in the glade.

"Kirk to Enterprise."

"Go ahead, Captain." Uhura's voice responds.

"Status of landing parties?"

"Two groups have already beamed aboard. Scotty's beaming up the third party. Captain, hold on one minute. Yes, Mr. Sulu....Captain, Mr.

Sulu shows an ion storm developing rapidly in your area. We need to beam you up immediately."

"Proceed. We're ready."

A moment of silence, then Scotty's voice. "Captain, we can only take two of you, the ion storm has grown too fast."

"Beam up Harding and Lee. They have the samples."

"Yes, sir." Harding and Lee dematerialize.

"Captain, we got these two, but the interference has become too great to risk transporting you or Mr. Spock for now," Scotty announces, then signs off.

"Uhura, estimate length of ion storm," Kirk requests.

"Mr. Sulu reports that this appears to be a strong storm. It won't affect you on the surface, but it may block the transporter for up to twelve hours, sir. However, our calculations on this atmosphere did not predict the rapidity of the onset, so perhaps the storm will abate more quickly."

"We'll be fine here, lieutenant. Continue sensor scans of the planet and prepare to resume landing parties in other regions tomorrow morning. Spock and I will set up camp and wait out the storm. It's beautiful down here, so it will be no hardship." Kirk begins to close his communicator.

"Captain, there's some more bad news for you. A wind storm is due in your vicinity in approximately 2.5 hours. It may get pretty cold down there."

"We'll find some shelter and get out of the way. Contact me if the situation changes. Kirk out."

..............

The virulence of the storm increases. The low moan of the howling wind grows louder within their small shelter. Kirk finds himself pleased with his First Officer's skill in finding and modifying this alcove.

Natural rock protects them on three sides even though there is little space within. The branches placed around the opening shut out much of the wind and should provide some resistance against any prowling animals, assuming there are any. Kirk can't remember.

As Kirk builds a fire immediately outside the rock, Spock sets up the warning sensors. Kirk stacks wood for the night inside the branches, so now the two men have adequate shelter against the storm.

Now that the sun has set, the firelight flickers before them. Kirk sits on his sleeping mat, drinking steaming hot tea. He thinks that the ship's sensors should have picked up earlier indicators of these particular ion and wind storms. Spock sits scarcely two feet away on his mat, holding his warm tea cup in his chilled hands. A strong gust roars into the cave, startling them both. It blows out most of the fire. Kirk bends forward to bank the fire more carefully; Spock slowly feeds it more wood.

"Jim, I do not believe that we will be able to keep the fire going throughout the night."

"No, I don't think so, either. I'll miss the light, but we can build another in the morning."

"However, we shall lose the warmth it affords. I estimate that the temperature will drop another 10-15 degrees before morning. Combined with the wind, we will become quite chilled."

"And since we can't warm these rocks with the phasers," says Kirk, unable to remember why their phasers don't work on this planet, but knowing it anyway, "It will be an uncomfortable night," Kirk ponders the situation, "unless we share our body warmth." A short pause. "Spock I know you do not like to have skin contact with other beings, but if you can bear to touch me for one night, I believe we will be much warmer."

"Jim, I *can* bear your touch. You should know this by now. How many times have we melded? You are as a brother to me. I consider you my t'hy'la." Spock speaks slowly, as though choosing his words carefully, looking only at the fire.

Kirk watches the Vulcan's face until Spock's eyes turn toward his t'hy'la. There is an unaccustomed warmth in those deep brown eyes.

Kirk flushes slightly feeling the blood rising to his cheeks, his neck.

Both turn quickly to rearrange the sleeping mats and blankets into one bed. Kirk checks the fire one last time, then removes his shoes and slides into the makeshift bed. Spock remains staring into the fire for several minutes, until Kirk nudges him gently, "Spock, if you don't come to bed now, I will freeze when you lift the covers up."

"Very well, Jim." Spock follows Kirk to bed and sheds his shoes.

The two men lie side by side. Spock is so still that Kirk is vividly aware of the effort he must be making not to disturb him. He can't keep from thinking about the warm body next to his.

"Spock, I know you aren't asleep yet. Would you care to talk for awhile?"

"If that pleases you, Jim."

"I have a question I'd like to ask you, but don't answer if you don't want to." Kirk pauses, *do I dare ask him this. It may be the perfect chance. But after all this time, do I really have the courage tonight?*

Spock replies to this rather vague comment, "I am not in the habit of keeping secrets from you. As I have said before, you are my t'hy'la, ask what you will." Spock's tone is apprehensive, yet anticipatory.

"Two years ago, when you did not bond during ..." *do I dare ask him this?*

"Pon farr."

"Yes, pon farr. What did that mean for your future?" The words rush out of Kirk. "Will you have to bond the next time, in five years?"

In contrast, Spock's reply comes slowly. Kirk hears both reluctance and a need to share in Spock's voice. "I will have to bond, or die. A Vulcan male has no choice. But the time for my next pon farr is indeterminate. When a bonding does not occur, the male rarely escapes death. If he lives, his next *time* may come sooner than the normal seven years. However, the bonding may occur at any time before or during the pon farr."

"What will you do? I want you to be happy, but I'm afraid for you.

And for us." Kirk says tentatively, mentally feeling his way into this difficult subject. "As your friend I wish you to survive, but I also do not want to lose you."

Spock reassures him. "Jim, do not worry about me or us. My bonding, whenever it occurs, will save my life and will not hurt our friendship." Spock's reassurance hints at words unsaid, a hidden meaning.

Kirk is too worried to notice the tenderness in Spock's tone and in too much of a rush to imagine Spock's unspoken thoughts. "What if your parents choose for you to bond with someone cold like T'Pring? What if she wants you to remain on Vulcan?"

"So many questions for one night. Has this been on your mind for long?"

"Yes, it has, Spock." The name comes off Kirk's lips as little more than a whisper.

"Again, I tell you, do not be concerned. My parents will not pick my mate this time, it will be my choice. And I will not bond with anyone who would take me from you."

Kirk turns his head and shoulders toward the Vulcan in surprise, his eyes on the Vulcan's profile. "How can you be so sure?"

Spock turns his head toward Kirk, watching the earnest gaze, but says nothing.

Kirk thinks to himself, *have I gone too far? Or could he mean what I hope he means? What have I done? I started this. It has to be up to me to carry through. I have wanted this too long to back down now.

But...what if he doesn't mean what I hope?*

Spock watches his friend. Kirk sees dismay and pleasure warring on his face. Spock turns toward Kirk as Kirk suddenly reaches for him. An attempt at a casual touch on the shoulder becomes closer, almost a hug.

"Spock, I am sorry." Kirk attempts to remove his arm from around the Vulcan's shoulder.

"Jim, leave it there. I wish to feel you touch me." Strong words spoken quietly, sincerely. Spock's deep voice sounds in Kirk's ear.

Kirk hears, but does not comprehend. His arm stays, but he is stunned into stillness. Then relief, a small thread of joy. "Did you just tell me to touch you?"

"Yes, as I wish to do the same."

Now Kirk's body unfreezes. His arm circling the Vulcan's shoulders moves to the back of his head. He runs his fingers through the silky hair at the back of Spock's neck, pulls him closer.

Spock reaches out beneath the blanket to touch Kirk's waist, his hand slides lightly over Kirk's uniform tunic, feeling the warmth and strength beneath. His hand moves behind Kirk's back urging Kirk toward him.

Somehow, magically, unplanned by the participants, the bodies shift closer. Kirk looks into Spock's eyes to be sure. He sees love shining back at him and knows that Spock can see the same in his eyes. Never acknowledged before, perhaps always there.

Kirk touches the Vulcan's lips softly with his own, a gentle tease of a caress. Then he presses his lips harder against the other's. Kirk's hand holds Spock's head to his, his lips soft against the warmth of Spock's lips. He opens his lips slightly, moving his tongue across the now parting lips, entering into warmth and wetness. His tongue slides into the warmth, meeting another questing tongue. Warm wetness slides against warm wetness, Human cooler than Vulcan but warm compared to all else. Tongues explore the roughness of each other, then the softness of wet lips, the hardness of teeth, first exploring one waiting mouth, then the other, then back to play and tempt.

Kirk and Spock lie still, next to each other, hands immobile as tongues explore and experience. Long minutes pass in this simple exploration as two minds begin to understand the gift being offered and two bodies learn of each other.

However, when lovers meet, hands cannot remain still forever. All too soon, or after eternity, free hands begin to move, arms trapped under bodies beg to be free. Spock's hand moves downward to pull Kirk toward him. Kirk wraps his arm over Spock's shoulder and behind Spock's head, cupping the silky black hair in his palm. His reaching causes his tunic to inch upward. He arches his chest against Spock and pulls the Vulcan's mouth to his own, tasting his lips. As Kirk's hand explores the Vulcan's bare flesh at neck, then ear and cheek, Spock's hand encounters suddenly bare skin at Kirk's waist.

Slipping his hand underneath the gold captain's shirt, then beneath the uniform t-shirt, Spock begins a slow upward caress of Kirk's back. His hand gently touches, then holds, then massages circles on Kirk's back, pulls the two men closer together, bringing their flesh alive.

As the Vulcan moves his strokes up the human's back, the Human moans from deep in his chest. Somehow the sound acts as a catalyst for their lovemaking. Hands become firmer, tongues and lips harder. Kirk's hand advances down the Vulcan's back caressing through his shirt. His lips kiss, lick, nibble the jaw line, then the cheek and the pointed tips on the sensitive ears. Now Spock moans in return. Wanting to do more, needing to touch more, the Vulcan carefully presses the Human onto his back, adjusting the blankets as a draft of cold air strikes his side.

With two arms free and his upper body pressing the Human down, he moves his mouth to the lips of his lover, teasing, tasting, building tension.

One elbow positioned to hold his body up while freeing the hand to stroke blond hair, cheek and temple. His other hand roams Kirk's chest beneath his tunic and t-shirt, caresses muscles, smooths skin. His fingers reach then stroke an already tight nipple, causing another moan. Then he touches the other nipple, circles the sensitive skin with the pad of his thumb. He moves quickly to bury his head beneath the blanket and begin a similar exploration with his willing lips and tongue.

He explores muscles, softly strokes warm skin, licks, then circles taut nipples with his rough, wet tongue. His actions cause the Human to cry out, "Spock, Spock, ohh mmm." "That feels good" "yes, yes." Sounds made by lovers, but new every time. Soon the Human's hips begin to thrust forward, hardness seeking refuge, his hands move over the other's back, trying to pull him closer in almost mindless need, but still the Vulcan slowly caresses.

As Kirk reaches the point of madness, he pushes hard against the Vulcan's chest, and slides downward. His hands quickly lift the Vulcan's shirts and caress his chest, feeling, for the first time as a lover, the warmth and softness of the curling chest hair. He uses his hands then mouth to bring pleasure to his mate. He rapidly discovers that licking Spock's nipples brings moans of pleasure, that lightly biting them brings a quick quiet, and that sucking gently brings moans and the thrusting of hips. Soon his questing hand reaches lower to gently touch Spock's hardness. As his fingers slide over Spock's abdomen, Spock pulls Kirk up toward him.

"Jim, I wish to watch you as we touch. I need to see your eyes.

Please let us share our feelings as we love each other."

These words reach into Kirk's very being. He is making love to Spock, Spock of his dreams. He has wanted this for so long. He looks into his lover's eyes, then kisses him gently. His hands under the blankets reaching for the fastenings to Spock's pants, loosening them as Spock undoes his. "Spock, I want to feel all of your skin against me."

"As I do yours, t'hy'la. However that will have to wait until the next time as it is too cold to indulge ourselves in every fantasy."

"Yes, next time." These words warm the souls of the still uncertain lovers, a promise of a future, combined with the passion of the present. "Next time, in a soft bed in a warm room."

Kirk's hand reaches to caress the Vulcan's erection, already moist with excitement, hard, but silky against the questing hand.

Spock returns the motion, circling the wet head with his thumb, spreading moisture, learning the curve of Kirk's ridge, finding the sensitive spot behind the head, touching, sliding his fingers over the responsive flesh, then grasping the solid column in his fist and stroking upward, then down, fueling Kirk's passion in an age-old motion. Kirk's shallow gasp is followed closely by his as Kirk's motions mirror his own. "Spock, I will not last long this way."

"Nor I, Jim, not this first time, but we will share our pleasure."

"Yes. Oh, yes."

End Part 1.

Mission to Neverias (TOS, K/S, NC-17) Part 2/5

This is the first story I've posted (unless you count my Revenge Fic).

I've never tried creative writing before, but Judygran suggested I try and the idea stuck. So I'd like your comments, but constructive would be preferred. Kaki4@ipass.net or to the newsgroup, please.

Thank you to Judygran and raku for their encouragement and suggestions. They have only helped me, anything you don't like is my fault. I'd like to think some of the good stuff is too.

Paramount, of course, owns Star Trek. I've merely borrowed a few of the characters for a short while.

As indicated in the header, this story contains m/m consensual sex. If you are bothered by that or are under 18, please stop reading now.

Mission to Neverias (TOS, K/S, NC-17) Part 2/5

USS Enterprise 23:44

The recently-charted planet Neverias swings slowly in orbit around an undistinguished star. The starship Enterprise enters standard orbit.

On the bridge, the view screen shows a peaceful rose-colored planet.

"Standard orbit achieved, sir."

"Thank you Mr. Sulu. Report, Mr. Spock."

"Captain, as indicated by long range sensors, the planet is class M with approximately 65% water coverage. There are eight large land masses, four of which support dense forests. The atmosphere is conducive to humanoid lifeforms with no evidence of harmful microbials."

"What kind of weather conditions could we encounter?" queries Kirk.

"The northern hemisphere is experiencing weather resembling that of Summer on Earth. The southern hemisphere's "Winter" is resulting in temperatures continuously below freezing."

"What do you recommend for the initial survey?"

"Several teams spaced over each continent should be sufficient for the initial survey. Each team will perform a tricorder survey and examine the geological formations. I believe we should investigate all of the eight continents simultaneously," suggests the science officer.

"How long should we plan to be on the surface?"

Spock responds, "Initial survey time should be four to six hours, as determined by on-site conditions. Each landing party member should be equipped with basic survival gear."

"Go ahead, Mr. Spock. Assemble the teams. Lt. Uhura, you have the con."

Spock issues instructions through his computer console, then exits the bridge with Kirk.

.............

Kirk, Spock, and approximately six crewmen materialize underneath tall trees, majestic against the sky, purple-green leaves blocking some of the sun's bright rays. It is comfortable in the shade, but too warm in the bright sunlight. Geology had earlier reported that at this time of year the nighttime temperatures would not dip below 23C, still a warm summer evening for most of the humans.

"Spock, with me. The rest of you spread out." Kirk indicates for the others to head off in the other three directions. "We'll go this way.

Meet back here in four hours. Any problems, call me or the ship at your discretion."

Spock and Kirk walk for some distance in the direction of a rocky hill. Kirk leads, heading between two rock faces toward the sound of trickling water. Spock follows him into a small cavern. Kirk's light shines ahead revealing a small waterfall and pool along the far wall.

Spock's tricorder whirs, "Fresh water, but no vegetation, captain. Also no other outlet, we should head back."

"What a beautiful surprise!" Kirk continues into the room, bending to dip his fingers in the pool. "Cool but not cold. It must run near the surface somewhere near here."

Suddenly the ground trembles, dust fills the air, and rocks fall, covering the entrance to the cave.

"Enterprise to Kirk," comes a call from the bridge.

"Kirk here." Kirk coughs, but the air clears rapidly.

"Minor, but unpredicted, seismic rumblings are showing in your vicinity, Captain."

"Yes, Lieutenant, we have noticed. Our exit from this cave has been cut off by a landslide."

"Are you, and Mr. Spock, all right?"

"We're fine, but find out what can be done to get us out of here. Kirk out."

After ten minutes, the communicator beeps again. "Geologist Lang reporting, sir. A rescue team has beamed down. We are currently outside of your cave. The entrance has been thoroughly blocked. The rocks that fell were loosened by recent rains. The rest of the rocks should be secure. We can't beam you out due to the rock composition, but we should be able to dig you out in a few hours. However, sunset is approaching and the process will be safer in the light. We can proceed with caution tonight or begin first thing in the morning."

"Under the circumstances, I believe safety should be our first concern. Set up plans to begin shortly after sunrise, Mr. Lang. Thank you." Kirk closes one channel, then calls the bridge. "Lieutenant, please notify the bridge shift relief of the situation and arrange for Lt. Uhura to take over the con at 0600 tomorrow. Contact me if there is any change in ship's status. Kirk out." Kirk closes his communicator.

*I wonder what caused the tremors and why the ship's sensors didn't show even the possibility of quakes for this region? And, for that matter, why should it take several *hours* to dig us out after a minor land slide? And why is it so difficult to dig us out in the dark? Still, I've got the best crew in the galaxy, there must be some reasonable explanation somewhere.*

"Well, Mr. Spock, it looks like we're trapped for the night. We might as well make ourselves comfortable." Kirk pulls the blanket from his explorer's pack and spreads it on the flat surface farthest from the pool. He sets the lantern near the blanket. "We'll leave one light on and save the other for backup or for tomorrow should the rescue take longer than expected. Now I want to wash off some of this dirt. I don't recommend landslides to encourage cleanliness."

"Indeed, Captain. The waterfall will provide us with clean water so we are free to use the pool to bathe. It is less than one meter deep at its deepest and showed no vegetation or animal life when I scanned it.

It should be ideal. I believe I will follow your suggestion when you are finished." Spock sits on the ground facing the pool and bends his head to study his tricorder readouts.

Kirk strips off his dirt-covered uniform tunic, carefully draping it over rocks several meters from the blanket, so as to avoid contaminating the cleaner items. His uniform pants follow the shirt onto the rock.

He pulls his regulation t-shirt over his head and tosses it to the blanket, momentarily startling his First Officer, who looks up toward him as his underwear is tossed to join the "clean" pile. Kirk stretches and walks toward the pool.

Kirk wonders if Spock is watching him. *Or is he taking readings with the tricorder again? Does he notice how the lantern light flickers on the walls and must be playing on my skin? Does he like what he sees?*

Kirk cautiously enters the water. He remains facing away from the room, then bends his knees to allow the water to cover him to his waist, not quite sitting on the unknown bottom of the pool. He feels the gaze of the other, turns his head, but sees only a studious scientist gazing at his tricorder reading. *Why do I feel he is watching me? It's not as if he hasn't seen me naked before.*

Slowly, as the water washes over him, Kirk becomes aware of the closeness of their situation, the smallness of the confined space, the intimacy of their friendship, the isolation from the rest of the crew, the freedom from responsibility, the nearness of the other man. *When did I ever think of Spock as an other? He is a part of me, sometimes he knows me better than I know myself. Then why do I feel his physical presence so strongly tonight? Why do I feel his eyes on me? Why do I hope they are?* Kirk splashes water over his shoulders, then rinses his hair, overly aware of the physical sensation of the water running over his body, the sensuality of bathing in a pool in a dimly lit cavern with only his closest friend as companion. *Thank goodness this water is cool; the way my thoughts are going this could be embarrassing, not that Spock wouldn't forgive me. He'd probably just raise his eyebrow and return to the darn tricorder.*

On that note Kirk turns in the water, planning to stand and exit only to come face to face, or perhaps, face to bare maleness, with his First Officer. Stunned for a moment, Kirk stares, then quickly raises his eyes to Spock's face. " I didn't hear you approach."

"Obviously, Jim." The Vulcan's eyebrow arches upward.

Kirk, embarrassed, stands to his full height and leaves the pool, remaining near the edge for several minutes to drip off, but carefully avoiding looking at Spock. Finally he walks to their gear, pulls Spock's blanket from the other pack and dries off with it, dropping it as he dons his t-shirt and briefs and sinks down to his blanket.

Suddenly conscious of the humor in the situation, he thinks, *I was worried that he'd lift his eyebrow if he saw me aroused, now I know he'll lift it if I stare at that part of him.* Then a more serious thought, *Was I staring? Did he notice? He is the same color as his lips. I never noticed that before. Does he think of me this way?*

Kirk's errant thoughts continue as he becomes aware of the sounds of the Vulcan bathing, the splashes of water, the sputtering as too much water envelops his face. Kirk looks up to see the water running down Spock's back from his silky black hair to the dark pool of water beneath. Kirk wonders if Spock notices the sensuality of the bathing experience, wonders if Spock wishes him to watch, then catches himself in his daydream. *Why would Spock want me to watch?* Still enough wayward thoughts come through to cause a tightening in his groin, a flush of warmth over his bath-cooled skin. *Stop, now!* he commands himself, but like all denied thoughts, these will not leave him.

Soon, all too soon for Kirk's comfort, his naked Vulcan leaves the pool, facing him, dripping water, approaching the blanket, approaching Kirk. Kirk looks up to him, then remembers the blanket-towel. "Spock, use this to dry off. It should have plenty of time to dry before bed time if we hang it on the rocks."

"Thank you, Jim." Spock casually towels off, as Kirk takes care to avoid looking at him. Then Spock leans over Kirk to reach for his pile of clothes. His arm brushes Kirk's shoulder causing a sudden intake of breath before Kirk realizes what is happening. Kirk reaches to help Spock retrieve his shirt only to end up looking toward the still bare chest. Another short, sharp breath. Spock, in the instant he takes off his shirt, is able to view Kirk at an angle that allows him to note the source of Kirk's unusual behavior.

Spock puts on his shirt and lays the damp blanket across a rock shelf to dry. He lowers himself to lie on the blanket beside Kirk, arms beneath his head, looking toward his captain's back. "Jim, I seem to be making you uncomfortable. I do not intend to, but I apologize if I have done anything to distress you."

"Spock, you are not distressing me. Everything is OK. Why don't you study the tricorder readings a while longer, since it still isn't bed time." *On no, why did I mention bed? What will he think? And how will I ever get rid of this arousal? One times one is one, two times two is three... this is not working!* Kirk's consternation shows in his face.

Spock continues his questions, apparently realizing that Kirk is dodging the truth. "Jim, please share this with me. I cannot alleviate the stress until you tell me what to do."

*Does he know what he is saying? What can I do?*

"Jim, whatever it is, we can work it out. You are my t'hy'la, as I am yours. All can be shared between us." Spock reaches out to Jim's arm, turning the Human to partially face him.

Kirk feels the warm skin on his with the inevitable reaction. *Yes, I can share almost anything with Spock. But this is... But what choice do I have?* "Spock, stop me if I embarrass you. I don't want to ruin our friendship," the words come quietly to Kirk's lips.

"I understand." Spock's words, also spoken in hushed tones, encourage his friend to continue. His hand still rests lightly on the human's arm.

"Spock. Spock, I do not know how to begin." A minute passes, then another before the words resume. "Spock, do you know that you are beautiful?"

"As are you."

"In this light in this room, you took my breath away. I never thought of you that way before, Spock. Then you rose from the water, sleek, water dripping down your skin. When you touched me, even though it was unintended, the feel of your skin sent shivers up my spine. Spock, my friend, my t'hy'la, I am thinking thoughts of you that I should not, that I have never let surface before."

"Jim, it pleases me for you to find me beautiful, to know that your body can yearn to be one with mine, as our minds often have been. This, too, can be a gift from each of us to the other."

Dead silence pervades the room for a moment. Spock's hand moves slightly on Kirk's arm in a small caress, a sign but not an advance.

Kirk turns to face the Vulcan completely. He stares into his eyes for another long moment, as if searching for the truth. Then he slides his body down to lie next to the other man, not touching, but close. He moves his upper body over the prone one, eyes still searching the other's face. Then he bows to the inevitable, bends his head, touches his lips to the warmth of the Vulcan's. Gently caressing, exploring.

Soon tongues meet, roughness testing roughness, wet mouth seeking a similar haven.

The warmth of the Vulcan draws the Human almost as a moth to a flame.

The cooler human flesh still warmer than the room, warm enough to comfort, cool enough to incite. As tongues touch and lips caress, hands reach out to explore. First Kirk's hand reaches to stroke the Vulcan's forehead, then cheek and neck, running eventually behind Spock's head as if to hold him tighter, to deepen an already deep kiss.

Spock's arms reach to pull the Human closer. Leg touches leg, chest meets chest, off-center but together. Spock's hands reach around Kirk to caress the muscular back through his t-shirt, soon moving to push the shirt up, then to explore the bare skin seen only moments, or was it hours, earlier. Then hands stroke and learn.

Kirk's hand soon moves to Spock's chest, running under the t-shirt, exploring the firm abdomen, the softly furred chest, the sensitive nipples, drawing sighs, then groans from his friend, his lover.

Mouths disengage as the desire for flesh against flesh becomes too great. T-shirts are pulled over heads and discarded to the side. Both men return to lie on their sides, pressing together, bare chest to bare chest, sighing, clutching tightly at the beloved body now so close.

Kirk returns his lips to Spock's, pulling himself upward slightly, shifting position so that his erection presses into Spock. Spock's instinctive response presses his hips closer to Kirk revealing his equally hardened aroused state. Kirk's eyes fly open seeking Spock's, finding that well- known eyebrow raised, "Yes, Jim, I want you, too."

"Now?"

"Soon. I have waited so long."

Their mouths meet, then their tongues thrust deeply while their hands peel away the last remaining barrier. One's hard bare flesh meets the other's hard warmth. Their hips thrust. Both men strive to become closer to the other. Legs instinctively separate thighs to press closer, thighs rubbing sensitive skin. Pleasure builds as both men approach fulfillment. "No, Spock." Kirk pulls back. Spock reaches for him, but Kirk moves quickly, pushing the Vulcan onto his back and moving down his body. "Please I must touch you," Kirk beseeches. As Kirk's hand touches Spock's erection, the Vulcan groans, but lies back, accepting the caress. Kirk lowers his mouth to Spock, taking the engorged head into his mouth, tonguing the sensitive skin lightly.

"Jim!" Then an octave lower, "Jim."

Kirk learns that his endeavors more than please the Vulcan and moves onward. He turns his body to give him maximum vantage, at the same time allowing the Vulcan to reach out and grasp his needy flesh, to stroke it in time with the motion of his tongue on the pulsing erection. Kirk takes Spock deeper in his mouth, licking every spot, then moving upward, holding tight with his lips as he moves his tongue within his mouth over and over on the hot skin. Spock's hips begin to thrust as Kirk continues his torture, moving his mouth slowly up and down, his tongue exploring the sensitive ridge, the silky skin, learning which motions cause his lover to moan, which seem more soothing.

Then Kirk reaches one hand to cup Spock's testes, gently kneading, his other hand surrounding the base so that all of the hot skin is covered between his mouth and his hand. One of Spock's hands strokes Kirk in turn, the other extends down to caress his hair, then to apply pressure and release it, alternating, encouraging Kirk to increase his speed.

Slowly but surely Kirk indulges his lover, moving faster and sucking harder, groaning himself as his actions increase his own pleasure as they please Spock. Kirk licks, sucks, and squeezes. Their hips thrust as they love. Spock hardens further. His moans reach a fevered pitch.

He climaxes, filling Kirk's mouth with warmth and wetness. Kirk continues to move, but slower, assuring his lover's last moment of pleasure, then releases the spent organ and rests his head against the warm abdomen. Spock, in tune with Kirk, moves his hand in one last pumping motion, sending Kirk over the edge, in pleasure.

Soon Kirk turns to lie next to Spock, to be held and to hold. Content.

USS Enterprise 03:12

The recently-charted planet Neverias swings slowly in orbit around an undistinguished star. The starship Enterprise remains in standard orbit. On the bridge, the view screen shows a peaceful golden-hued planet.

"Uhura, open a ship wide comm channel."

"Ready, Captain."

"All hands, this is the Captain. The planetary survey has been completed. Thank you for all your efforts in this project. Since the survey has been completed quickly with few mishaps, shore leave has been authorized for off-duty personnel. A short list of possible dangers has been posted. In addition to some minor risks, the survey teams report a golden sky, an abundance of flowering trees, and edible blue fruit. The weather is warm and sunny. Kirk out." Kirk ends his announcement.

"Uhura you have the con. Spock and I will be back tomorrow mid-morning."

"Yes, sir. Enjoy your time off."

"Spock, I'm glad Dr. McCoy convinced you to beam down with me. You needed to get away from the ship for a while."

"Captain, I respectfully disagree. I would have been perfectly content had I remained on the ship. In fact these 16 hours could have been used to finish cross-referencing the plant DNA maps for this star sector. I am interested in finding out if the apparent similar..."

"Spock, hush. It's Jim, and this is shore leave! You need to leave the shop talk behind. Believe me, we'll have fun. Come on, let's choose a site, build a fire and start dinner. I'm looking forward to our roasted potatoes and all those other vegetables you brought along."

Kirk heads off toward a thicket. Spock follows. As they approach the trees, Kirk notices shiny blue fruit hanging in some of the branches.

He points them out to Spock. "Are those the fruits that are supposed to taste like a cross between apples and strawberries?"

"I believe so. I can check them out with the tricorder." Whirring sounds. "This fruit is edible, but I do not recognize the flavorings."

Kirk drops his pack, reaches up to pull a branch closer, then pulls off several of the colorful fruits. "If they taste as good as Ensign Roberts reported, these will be our dessert." After placing the fruit gently into the outermost pocket of his pack, Kirk picks it up and walks on for awhile. Kirk tops a small hill, then turns to Spock, "There's our spot. It's level and grassy. There are trees nearby, and I think I hear a stream on the far side."

The two men set out the few items needed on such a warm, dry evening.

Sleeping mats spread out to sit on, cups, plates, vegetables, and a lantern for later. Kirk gathers wood while Spock heads to the stream returning with drinking water and freshly washed fruit. Kirk builds a fire, while Spock wraps the vegetables, then buries them to roast in the heat of the fire. They work in the companionable silence of those comfortable with each other. Kirk sits on his mat, leaning back on his arms. "This is the life, Spock. My ship above us. The sounds of the birds and the feel of the breeze and my friend here with me to share it all."

Soon Spock portions out the hot food and they share their meal, speaking of inconsequential things - the cricket-like sounds, the depth of the water in the nearby creek, the beauty of the sunset. Kirk tries the blue fruit, proclaims it delicious. He tosses one to Spock who agrees with his assessment.

After their simple meal, they add some more wood to the fire. They walk to the stream, wash their hands and faces, then return to their sleeping mats. Both men drift off to sleep.

Hours later, Kirk jolts awake, sweat dripping from his body. In his dream Spock has been hurt, perhaps killed, and can't be found. "Spock!" he calls out. But no one answers. "Spock!" Again no answer. As he becomes more awake, vaguely remembering where he is, Kirk begins to worry in earnest. *Where is he?* "Spock! Where are you?" he yells out in uncharacteristic panic.

"Over here, Jim," replies a voice made soft by distance and darkness.

Kirk grabs the lantern, turns it on, and follows the voice. He stumbles over his feet in his haste, but catches himself before he can fall.

Soon Kirk finds the missing Vulcan. He almost trips over him in the dark. He reaches out to grasp his friend's arm to keep from falling and holds on to assure himself that the presence is real. "Where were you?

I called and you didn't answer." Kirk's voice trembles.

"I simply came out here to relieve myself and stopped to admire the stars on my way back. Look, Jim, how the stars shine here. Jim, are you all right? You are clutching my arm very tightly. Do you need my assistance?"

"No, I am fine. Really I'm fine. I was just afraid for you and I haven't shaken that feeling yet. Let's go back to camp." Kirk heads back, but keeps turning to check on the other man's progress. Back in camp, Kirk sits down on his mat. Spock lies down on his own mat, clearly intending to return to sleep.

Moments pass. The Vulcan turns, rises from his mat and checks on the Human. Kirk still sits, head in his hands, shoulders silently quaking.

Spock goes to him, sits next to him. "What is wrong, t'hy'la? I am safe, we are here together." He wraps his strong arms around the other, pulling him close. Kirk sags against him, head to his shoulder. "Jim, I do not understand." Then, following an instinct he had never before shown he possessed, Spock presses his lips to his friend's forehead, then cradles his cheek there, rocking slightly. This gesture calms the distraught man.

Spock again presses his lips to the damp, salty forehead, this time a true kiss. Spock follows with gentle kisses pressed along Kirk's brows, then temple, then cheek. Kirk turns toward these so necessary, so desired, so unexpected caresses, his mind only sensing the presence of love, the comfort offered, the need to be closer. He turns, catching the Vulcan's lips with his own, in a kiss devoid of passion, communicating only caring and gentleness. Spock pulls back slightly, apparently only now realizing what he had begun, but the human's hand reaches to him, pulls his head back, kisses him fully. Kirk's tongue seeks Spock's with a desperate need to affirm life, Spock's tongue plunges after Kirk's as though filling a need he had long suppressed.

Minutes pass as Kirk's kisses turn to passion and Spock's desires flower into need. Kirk again turns in the Vulcan's arms, shifting their balance. Spock asserts himself to lower the Human to the mat somehow removing Kirk's shirt in the process, then his own. Thus as Vulcan covers Human, warm skin meets warm skin, one so warm by nature, the other through emotion and the cradling of warm arms. Their mouths seek each other as their hands move to caress. One man discovers the feel of hair-covered muscles, the other the wonders of smooth muscles, sensitive nipples. Kirk's hips move, Spock's legs shift to move closer, allowing hardness to find hardness. Moans sound. "Spock." "Jim." "yes," "please," love sounds.

Eventually Spock moves to the side, running his hands down Kirk's sides. Kirk moans, reaches to pull him back, still needy, wanting Spock close.

Spock reassures Kirk, "T'hy'la, rest easily, I am here with you. Let me touch you, prove to you that I am with you, show you my love." He gently removes their remaining clothes and again reclines covering much of Kirk. "May I touch your mind?" as his hands reach for Kirk's face, "You will not be able to doubt my presence."

"Please. Do it." Jim whispers, pulling Spock's hands toward him.

"My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts." The warmth of Spock's mind touches Kirk's. A familiar presence. Spock's thought blend with his, sending feelings of comfort, *I am here, I will never leave you.* Kirk's mind calms, his desperation disappearing. Spock feels the nightmare, reveals it to Kirk. They face it together, dispelling the last threads.

Then Spock pulls back, leaving emotional peace, his hands leave the meld points to travel to Kirk's chest, his body shifts, kneeling, to allow access to Kirk's body. His hands slide down farther to stroke Kirk's hardness. One hand surrounds his fullness, the other's fingers circle the head, tracing the ridge, teasing. Kirk's erection responds, jumping forward, Spock's hand moves to splay outward across Kirk's abdomen, stroking him.

Spock's eyes watch the hot hard flesh rising toward him. His tongue snakes out to lick his lover, full length, from base to tip, then again. Kirk groans, hips thrusting upward, craving more, needing to join again with Spock, only with Spock. Spock's mouth captures the head of Kirk's penis, lips parting to slide down the smoothness, resting below the ridge, so his tongue can wend its way around the sensitive flesh, tasting and tantalizing. One hand moves to the base, clasping it gently to still its motion. The other hand caresses first abdomen, then thigh, then testes, then back again. Kirk's hands clench, his body tenses, his moans echo in the night air.

Spock pulls his lips upward, popping over the ridge, then running down again, this time engulfing Kirk's erection. His tongue slides over the surface, running along pulsing veins and back to tease the sensitive head, until Kirk's hands move to clasp Spock's head, encouraging, demanding more. Spock begins to move up, then down, long slow strokes of his mouth, his hands still roaming, then moves faster as Kirk's sighs come quicker, his hips thrust faster. Spock's tongue travels quickly, his lips tight around the hardness, up and down, faster, tighter. Kirk screams, then erupts, spilling himself into Spock's hot, loving mouth.

Soon Spock moves upward, lies next to Kirk, pulls him into his arms, Kirk so spent he hardly looks up. "Spock, let me... "

"No, Jim. You need to sleep. Tomorrow will be for both of us."

USS Enterprise 03:40

Kirk awoke on the Enterprise. Sweaty, excited, and alone. *Not again. I can't be dreaming of Spock again. Why Spock? Why sex? Why every night?* A look at the clock showed several hours until morning.

*Take care of 'it,' then sleep again. Maybe. But, if this keeps up...

What then? Talk to McCoy - no way. Tell Spock. Admit it to Spock.

Admit what. That you dream of him, that you want him in your bed, that you want him in your mind. Do I, is that what this means? Oh Spock, what will I do?*

He proceeded to pleasure himself. He could think only of Spock.

Finally, his reached climax and he managed to rest.

End of Part 2

Mission to Neverias (TOS, K/S, NC-17) Part 3/5

This is the first story I've posted (unless you count my Revenge Fic). I've never tried creative writing before, but Judygran suggested I try and the idea stuck. So I'd like your comments, but constructive would be preferred. Kaki4@ipass.net or to the newsgroup, please.

Thank you to Judygran and raku for their encouragement and suggestions. They have only helped me, anything you don't like is my fault. I'd like to think some of the good stuff is too.

Paramount, of course, owns Star Trek. I've merely borrowed a few of the characters for a short while.

As indicated in the header, this story contains m/m consensual sex. If you are bothered by that or are under 18, please stop reading now.

Mission to Neverias Part 3/5

USS Enterprise 23:03

It is night on the ship. A yellow alert sounds. Kirk dresses quickly and rushes to the bridge. Spock joins him in the turbolift. It stalls. "Kirk to the bridge. The turbolift has stalled, we seem to be stuck here. What's the status?"

"Captain, yellow alert sounded when an intruder alert occurred on deck 6. "Apparently crewman Norman set off the alarm accidentally when his crew was running a diagnostic. There is no sign of any intruder and the system has been reset. However the main turbolift programming seems to have been disrupted in the process."

"Ensign Chekov," Spock interrupts, "please have a computer technician called to determine how this occurred. The systems should not be linked. There could be a more serious problem involved. In any case the problem should be isolated before attempting adjustments to the programming."

Kirk turns to his companion, "It looks like we're stuck here for a bit."

"Hopefully only a few minutes."

Kirk's communicator beeps, "Computer Technician Jayek to Captain Kirk."

"Kirk here."

"Mr. Spock was correct. There is a systemic problem we will need to fix before reprogramming the turbolift. Should I have security send someone to get you out or do you want to wait out the hour or so?"

"Since it would take at least half an hour to extract us, and there is no emergency, I think we'll stay put."

Kirk looks over at his First Officer, "We might as well make ourselves comfortable. It looks like we may be here awhile." Kirk sits down on the floor of the turbolift and leans against the wall, a bit puzzled over why it should take so long to rescue them, but confident in his crew.

Spock remains standing, hands clasped behind his back. "I am comfortable, Captain."

A sudden jolt to the turbolift shakes the two men, causing Spock to lose his balance, hitting his head on the wall before landing on the floor beside Kirk. Kirk immediately turns to determine if his friend is injured. Spock is moaning as Kirk lifts him slightly, one arm behind his shoulders, the other holding his head.

"Jayek to Kirk. I apologize for the jolt, but it shouldn't happen again. We will keep you posted," the computer technician reports with no explanation for why the unexpected jolt occurred.

Kirk shifts slightly, the Vulcan draped across his lap.

Spock opens his eyes, "Jim, are you OK? What happened?"

"I'm fine. The turbolift just shifted a bit. It should be stable now. How do you feel?"

"I, too, am fine," replies Spock, making no attempt to rise from his Captain's arms.

Kirk realizes that his First Officer is slightly disoriented, so continues to hold him. He gradually becomes aware of the warmth of the Vulcan skin beneath the fingers touching his neck. Then he notices the feel of the shifting muscles beneath the uniform as the Vulcan takes another breath.

Time seems to slow for him as he watches Spock's chest lifting, his eyes closed in repose. Kirk's arms tighten slightly bringing the Vulcan closer to him.

Spock notices the shift, his eyes opening. Apparently, realizing where he is, he attempts to sit up, but fails as the arms continue to hold him tightly. Spock looks up to his captain's concerned face. "Jim, I am capable of rising."

"I prefer you as you are, Spock," Kirk replies, astonishing himself that he spoke the words, even as he realizes their truth. This is followed by an even more surprising act. Kirk bends toward Spock, approaching ever closer until his lips graze the other's. "Spock, I need you," he murmurs through dry lips.

"Yes, Jim," another surprise, as the Vulcan lifts his mouth to his captain's. Lips gently touching, dry and warm. Tentative. A first kiss. Firmer pressure follows, then Kirk's seeking tongue, wets closed lips, strives for entrance. Spock opens to him. Kirk's tongue plunges into the warmth of the Vulcan's mouth. Passion rises. His tongue seeks Spock's, finds it, begins to learn the feel of it. Warm, textured, welcoming. Kirk's arms move to bring Spock closer, but the Vulcan moves instead, raising his body, shifting to press his chest close to Kirk's, mouths still entwined. Kirk's fingers run through the Vulcan's hair, then stroke the warm skin of his nape as Spock moves one of his hands to a similar position, caressing Kirk's shoulder, then neck, then reaching to hold his head closer. Tongues move between mouths, thrusting, anxious, drawing new pleasures together.

Then the mouths part, lips move to explore new territory.

Kirk kisses Spock's cheek, then moves to his ear, his warm tongue tracing the sensitive peak as Spock's breathing rate rapidly increases. Kirk turns to do the same to the other ear, but Spock intervenes pressing kisses along Kirk's neck and collarbone, then moving upward back to the mouth.

As the kisses begin again, Kirk's hands move to hold Spock close, then roam beneath Spock's shirt, caressing his back, moving tenderly over his skin. Spock, constrained by the wall against which Kirk is leaning, moves to touch more of Kirk. His action requires him to tug at the waist of Kirk's shirt, revealing much bare skin, but also his eagerness to touch this man.

Spock's fingers roam Kirk's chest, tracing smooth skin, strong muscles, then brushing a taut nipple. The resulting erotic burst of sensation causes a sudden intake of breath by Kirk. "Mmm.

That feels good," he sighs as his passion pushes all thought from his mind. Spock repeats the gesture, then moves his other hand to Kirk's chest to tease the other nipple.

Kirk writhes under the pleasure and Spock releases his mouth to examine Kirk's expression. Apparently satisfied that Kirk is indeed experiencing pleasure, Spock continues his manipulation, then lowers his head to allow his tongue to increase the sensation. His tongue circles Kirk's nipple, flicking gently. Kirk's groans increase, rising quickly in intensity when the hot mouth begins to suck gently, then harder. "Spock, good," joins his almost incoherent moans. Spock moves to the other side, causing a sigh of loss, then, a groan of pleasure. Spock suckles and licks the sensitive chest heightening Kirk's enjoyment.

As the intensity of the sensations diminishes slightly, Kirk realizes that Spock has stopped his exploration. "Spock, what are we doing?"

"What you desire. What we both desire."

.........

Kirk flinched and awoke. *This time the dream was on the ship. What next?* He knew he had to do something and soon.

*Time to talk to Spock... But it is too late for tonight and too early for tomorrow. And I need the sleep. Maybe one sex dream a night will be enough.*

.........

He lies back on the bed, limp, sated. His partner rolls over, toward him, kissing him, then settling his head on his shoulder. "I love you, Jim."

"Me, too, Spock." A sleepy voice replies.

..........

Kirk sat up suddenly, in his bed, alone and obviously unsated. Another dream about Spock. Two in one night! *I never knew I felt like this. Hell, I never remember feeling like this, before.* Kirk heads to the shower. *Tonight I will tell him, I have to.*

USS Enterprise 22:30

It was bed time, *again.* *What will I dream tonight? What more can we do?* Kirk worried as he prepared for bed. *Why did I schedule Spock for the late shift? OK, Jim, you know you were trying to avoid him. You didn't want to look at him, have him see the longing in your eyes, didn't want him to know... or didn't want him to reject you. I just don't know. Tomorrow, I will talk to him. I can't keep this secret.* Boots fell to the floor, the uniform tossed on a chair, teeth brushed, Kirk slid in between his sheets.

*Maybe if I take care of the lust before I go to sleep, then I won't dream.* He reached to hold himself, then filled his head with visions of Carol, then Ruth, then nameless women. Still no reaction.

His fingers manipulated, produced a swelling. His hand began to stroke, trying to excite himself, to rid himself of the demons. But there was no fire, only his hand. His fantasies produced only boredom. Visions of silky cascades of blond hair, then soft breasts, no reaction.

The images came. Warm lips, Spock's lips, opening to take him in, a hot mouth, stroking tongue. Kirk's breath came in gasps, suddenly he was hard, painfully so. *Oh Spock. What you do to me.* Success, warm spurts, lethargy, then sleep.

..........

He lies next to him. His naked body pressed to him. Kirk half covering his love, leg over legs, arm across chest, head nestled on shoulder. *I'm so happy. Why did we wait so long?* "I love you Spock."

"And I you, Jim. Let me join us, share with you."

"Always." Kirk lifts his head and shoulders, bracing himself above Spock. His eyes look into the dark brown ones, seeing love and peace. His minds yearns to be closer still. He smiles as the Vulcan raises his hands toward him, fingers reaching the meld points, caressing and settling.

"My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts."

The familiar words, the familiar presence, melded together for closeness. Thoughts and feelings merging. Love and peace, no needs, all desires met. Spock becomes Kirk, Kirk becomes Spock, one mind, one love. No need for discussions, no rush to decide, only their tenderness, their unity.

.........

Kirk awoke, still groggy. *No sex, but still I dream of him. Even without the lust, he fills my dreams. I need him, always. In my dreams, it is so easy. He loves me, too. Tomorrow I will talk to him. Tomorrow I will tell him I need him.*

USS Enterprise 19:00

Spock met Kirk for dinner as usual when they shared a shift. Kirk toyed with his food, managing to eat little. Spock watched with concern, but did not comment. Kirk's eyes refused to leave his plate, *I can't even look at you. How will I tell you? How can I ask you what I must?* Finally, the two men moved in unison to recycle their trays and left the room. They turned into the hall together and walked together, as always. When they reached the rec room, Spock set up the expected chess game.

Kirk couldn't concentrate, couldn't even begin to play chess.

"Captain, would you prefer to play another evening?"

A long silence. "Walk with me," he finally said to his silent First Officer. Spock acquiesced and followed Jim out of the room. The two men walked, Kirk subdued, Spock obviously attempting to keep his Vulcan facade intact, but Kirk caught him sneaking anxious glances at his expression. *The observation deck, surely,* thought Kirk and steered their path to that site, his place of respite and joy. The lounge was empty. Kirk's relief was mixed with nervousness. Now he had to begin.

Looking out to the stars, Kirk spoke. "Spock, you're my friend, but I need to talk to you about something that you may find upsetting. Please don't hate me. Tell me to shut up if I go too far. But I have to speak soon, because thinking about this any longer is too much for me." One hand pushed back his errant lock of hair as he paused, still staring pointedly out at the stars, anywhere but at Spock.

"Jim, I have called you t'hy'la. Whatever you need to say, I will hear. Whatever you need I will give you if I can. Do not fear me." Spock spoke slowly, as though he spoke with a great deal of effort. It was clear that his word were heartfelt. "I know you have been troubled. I have seen it in the way you look at me, or avoid looking at me. Tonight at dinner, you not only did not eat, but you did not look at me even once. You have become so quiet. And, Jim, at night when you sleep, I have felt you calling me."

Kirk started, flushed deeply, and turned without thinking to look into Spock's eyes.

"No, Jim. I do not read your thoughts, but we have melded often enough that when you have extremely strong emotions, I can feel a sense of your presence in my mind. Usually it is a comfort, as I know that I will be aware if you are hurt or in serious danger. But during the last few weeks, there has been a feeling of need, perhaps desperation. But I do not know what you long for or, even, if I have read your emotions correctly. I do apologize if my perceptions have intruded into your privacy. I have not intended to do so. I have hoped you would turn to me to let me help you, if I can."

Kirk's flush faded gradually as the Vulcan explained. "I don't know if you can help me, my friend. You may find my needs impossible to accept, but I hope you will believe I do not mean to hurt you in anyway." Quiet.

"Jim?"

"This is hard for me, Spock. I don't know how to begin. I have dreamed this scene so many times in the last week that I should have some answers by now, but it seemed easier in the dreams."

"Perhaps you could start with the dreams. You have dreamed of me. Can you tell about these dreams?" Spock prodded, gently.

Kirk released a long sigh. "Begin at the beginning. It's supposed to work." Kirk moved to sit on a nearby couch, motioning Spock to join him. Spock seated himself on the same couch, but perched alertly on the edge, facing Kirk, his hands steepled beneath his chin, ready to listen.

"In the beginning. That was only a week or two ago as far as I know. I kept dreaming that we, you and I, were on landing party duty. Every night something would happen to trap us alone on the planet, always safe but stranded alone. Just you and me."

"Yes, Jim," encouraged Spock. "We were left alone on an unknown planet."

"Just for one night. But in each dream we grew closer." Kirk gazed intently at the floor in front of him afraid to look at Spock's expression. "In the first dream I remember, it was very cold, so we shared our body warmth beneath our blankets."

"This is hardly unusual, Jim. Although we have never done so before, it is within regulations for such situations. The survival course at the academy taught all cadets that two professional officers should share body warmth in such a situation. We were also taught to eat grubs when starving, to start fires, to purify water, and many other skills, but no others that would have helped in this particular situation." Spock interjected patiently, hoping to move the conversation forward so that Kirk would discuss what was really bothering him.

In words so quiet only the Vulcan's sensitive hearing could pick them up, Kirk continued his story, "we shared our warmth and our bodies."

"Indeed!" murmured Spock, the expression heard only subliminally by his companion.

"I kissed you and you more than returned it, then we touched each other, intimately, and achieved climax." Kirk felt strange using such clinical terms to discuss this subject, but could not bring himself to say anything more personal. He paused waiting for Spock to stop him, to leave, to refuse to hear this. But there was no reaction, at least none that Kirk could detect without turning to look.

"In the next dream, we were trapped in a cave with a shallow pool. I remember telling you how beautiful you were when I watched you bathe. You admitted to similar thoughts. We kissed and undressed each other. Then I took you into my mouth and made love to you, with you. I can't remember ever having a more erotic dream before then.

Only since."

Kirk stopped to take a deep breath, to calm his racing heart. He clutched his hands more tightly together hoping to slow the shaking. "Then I dreamed we were camped out in the open. In the dream I awoke and you were gone. All you had done was head to the woods to relieve yourself, but somehow I was convinced you were in danger. You ended up holding me to comfort me, then you made love to me as I had to you in my dream the night before. Your mouth was so warm, your touch so gentle. When I woke up, I touched myself and came so hard, I don't know how you missed hearing it through the sound-proof walls."

Another deep breath. "But it wasn't just sex. I also dreamed of holding you after making love to you. Last night I dreamed that we slept together, naked, as lovers, but only held each other after we melded to share our love."

Kirk finally turned to Spock. He had to see his beloved friend's face and see the look in his eyes. "Spock, I've thought about this for days, dreamed about it every night. I'm in love with you. I want to make love with you. I want you in my life, in my bed, and in my mind." He stared at the Vulcan's impassive face, but saw no expression in the depths of his eyes. He blinked, clearing his own vision. He looked deeper and saw the acknowledgment. *Won't he say something? What can I do now?* "Spock, please, talk to me. Do you understand? Could you ever feel the same? Do you love me as I love you?"

Spock was quiet for a brief span of time. Kirk thought he saw some emotion in Spock's eyes, but could not guess which one. He imagined that the Vulcan was trying to figure out a diplomatic response, but the waiting was agony.

Finally the dark head turned up, Spock's eyes focused on his own, and, quietly, calmly, his friend spoke the words he had waited for, "Yes, Jim."

/End Part 3

Mission to Neverias (TOS, K/S, NC-17) Part 4/5

This is the first story I've posted (unless you count my Revenge Fic). I've never tried creative writing before, but Judygran suggested I try and the idea stuck. So I'd like your comments, but constructive would be preferred. Kaki4@ipass.net or to the newsgroup, please.

Thank you to Judygran and raku for their encouragement and suggestions. They have only helped me, anything you don't like is my fault. I'd like to think some of the good stuff is too.

Paramount, of course, owns Star Trek. I've merely borrowed a few of the characters for a short while.

As indicated in the header, this story contains m/m consensual sex. If you are bothered by that or are under 18, please stop reading now.

Mission to Neverias Part 4/5

USS Enterprise 20:37

Several minutes passed in utter quiet. Kirk's initial feeling of joy gave way to one of consternation, then agitation, as he waited for the Vulcan to continue. The Vulcan's face was sober, but the twinkle in his eyes was visible to Kirk. Finally, Kirk could wait no longer, "Yes, to what, Spock? I asked you lots of questions in the last few minutes," he prodded the Vulcan impatiently.

The Vulcan's composed expression remained intact even under this onslaught. His reply came quickly as if he had planned this answer. "So many questions, Jim, both explicit and implicit.

"Yes, Jim. I understand your need to talk to me," he continued.

"Yes, I will not hate you."

Kirk felt relief at this certainty. *Thank goodness.*

"Yes, Jim. I will listen to anything you have to say to me, always.

"Yes, I can accept that you have needs that we have not previously discussed."

Kirk realized an inkling of hope and a budding exasperation.

*What is he up to?*

"Yes, I believe you do not mean to hurt me.

"Yes, I understand that dreams can seem simpler than reality.

"Yes, I accept that your dreams started within the last few weeks."

Kirk, while pleased to hear each of these affirmations, clearly desired the revelations to move more quickly, "Spock, please," he pleaded. He stood to face his too literal friend.

"Yes, I understand the implications of repeated dreams of similar subjects," Spock answered the next question in turn.

"Yes, I understand sharing body warmth.

"Yes, I understand our sharing our bodies in your dreams.

"Yes, I find you beautiful."

Kirk suddenly found his breathing difficult and a grin breaking out on his face.

"Yes, I believe you could find me the same.

"Yes, I understand fearing for the life of one's loved one.

"Yes, I understand sexual frustration and release.

"Yes, I understand melding to share love."

Kirk hands were clenched in anticipation, but hope welled up in his heart. "And..."

"Yes, I want you in my life and my bed.

"Yes, I wish to make love with you. Often.

"Yes, I wish to meld with you.

"And, yes, I am in love with you and would chose to bond with you," Spock finished his replies.

Kirk released his long held breath and inhaled sharply.

"Yes, to everything?"

"Yes, Jim. I believe I have spoken clearly."

Kirk placed one hand on each of the Vulcan's forearms, holding tightly. "Spock! Oh, Spock. I don't believe it."

"Do you doubt my veracity?" asked Spock.

"Never. I do believe you, I'm just having trouble accepting all of this." His eyes stared into the Vulcan's, seeing truth and love.

"I want to hold you. We've got to go somewhere more private. My quarters?"

"Certainly, Jim," Spock agreed. Kirk turned toward the exit, paused as if to take Spock's hand, then lowered his arm as he realized that walking hand-in-hand through the corridors would be considered forward by the Vulcan and surprising to the ship's crew.

After they entered Kirk's quarters, Kirk turned to Spock, clasped his upper arms and pulled him close. Their lips met for the first time, gently, tentatively. Kirk ran his hand up to hold Spock's head to him, slipped his fingers through his silky hair, breathed in his musky, male scent. Spock's arms wrapped around Kirk's waist, holding him lightly. Kirk stroked his tongue over Spock's lower lip, savoring the warmth.

"Mmm. You taste so good," Kirk murmured against Spock's mouth, then kissed him again. His tongue slid along, then, in between the other's lips. He met the Vulcan's warm, wet tongue and teased it, running along its surface, then circling the tip with his. Their breathing came faster. Spock sucked gently on Kirk's tongue, then thrust his own between Kirk's parted lips, eager to taste Kirk, to be inside him. For minutes they teased and taunted and learned of each other.

Suddenly, a curious thought occurred to Kirk. He pulled his head away from Spock abruptly as he voiced this question, "Spock, how could you answer my questions so fast?" Kirk's eyes searched the Vulcan's for answers.

"The idea of our relationship extending to this plane had occurred to me before. I assure you that my replies were based on solid consideration. I have not given you an ill-considered response," Spock responded steadily.

"Oh, I'm glad. I was a bit worried." Kirk's hand ran through his own hair. He grinned in relief pleased at hearing the affirmation and at seeing the truth in Spock's eyes. "Very glad. I don't know what I would have done if you had said no."

"You will never need to know," Spock reassured him.

"Wait a second, here. How long have you been thinking about this? How long have you wanted us to be together?" Kirk questioned as he considered the Vulcan's earlier answer. He wished he'd planned ahead in case Spock said yes.

"More questions, Jim. I thought I had answered enough for one night." Spock's words won him a wry grin as Kirk realized his continued questioning was getting absurd, especially considering that he was standing in Spock's arms. "For 3.24 years and for at least 2.05 years. I am uncertain when the friendship and physical longing turned to a desire for bonding with you. I believe it was a gradual process. But we can discuss these details later."

Spock ran his fingertips along Kirk's forearm suggestively, turning Kirk's thoughts back to the less mental aspects of the relationship. *Mmmm, he feels good, so warm. So mine!*

"What do you suggest we do now?" asked Kirk, a gleam in his eyes, his flirtatious nature warring with the seriousness of his question.

"I always assumed we would bow to your greater experience, Jim," Spock passed the question back to Kirk.

Again his errant brain filled with an unexpected, and equally unwanted, concern. *Spock isn't human what about his needs, his culture?* Remembering Spock's betrothed wife and the cold relationship she'd had with Spock, led him to blurt out, "Oh no, I just thought of something. You're a Vulcan!"

One of Spock's eyebrows rose at this statement. "I am aware of that."

"But don't Vulcans wait until marriage before having sex? I know you hadn't been with T'Pring."

"Jim!" Spock's astonishment showed in his voice. "Where did you get that idea?"

"Do you mean you did have sex with T'Pring?" Kirk asked, more puzzled than curious and mistaking Spock's meaning.

"No, never." Spock answered, then explained, "I never even spent time alone with her. I lacked the interest as a child, then I left Vulcan."

"But about bonding. Is it necessary to be, uh, bonded, for Vulcans--or Vulcans and others"--he looked smokily at Spock--"to have sex?" Kirk returned to the issue he was trying to pursue.

"It is many years too late for me to save my virginity for you, Jim, although I might wish to have had you as my first, but you were extremely young at the time. And I did not know you," Spock replies apparently trying to let Kirk know that he already had sexual experience, while making it clear that he was his preferred choice.

"I was 16 for my first time. Are you saying you were younger?" Kirk asked, incredulous, and missing the point that Spock didn't expect to wait until bonding.

"No I was almost 20, but I am more than 5 years older than you, thus I reached that point sooner in fact. But I do not think this discussion, or any discussion, needs to be held now. Suffice it to say I do not intend to wait any longer than you choose to to consummate our relationship. I have waited enough years already. If you are finished talking, we may return to deciding where to begin, and, for that, I will bow to you."

"I've never started a new relationship with my best friend or my First Officer before," mused Kirk, still trying to find his equilibrium and not realizing that this was yet another subject to discuss - a nervous tactic delaying their passion, that which he craved.

"Nor have I."

"And my experience with men is extremely limited," Kirk warned.

"As is mine." Spock stated, his expression composed.

"You've been with men?" Kirk asked surprised, although he wasn't sure why. He had just assumed that his First Officer was more asexual than not, in practice, and went for women when under unusual stress.

"Only a few times. Does this distress you?"

"No it just surprises me. I guess it's good, this will be easier for us if you have an idea what's coming. But I always thought you were strictly interested in women, when you were interested at all. I mean I know about Leila and Zarabeth, although those were when you weren't quite yourself. And there have been a few I thought tempted you, from seeing you watch them.

But, I guess if I could have experimented, you could have."

"T'hy'la, do not concern yourself. I have been with women including those you mentioned, but now I wish to be with you.

Your exploits with women are well known, although I know your reputation to be exaggerated. I did not know of your experience with men, but what I want is to have you here with me, now. Your gender is not important to me. I love what you are, not your sexual equipment. Although in the physical sense, I do intend to love that part of you." Spock spoke quickly.

Kirk was aware that Spock was trying to answer his concerns but could tell from his speed and his expression that he did not wish the discussion part of the evening to last much longer.

While he appreciated the care Spock was taking to respond to his needs, the urgency in his love's voice increased his own nervousness in this much desired, but still unexpected situation.

He caught himself beginning to worry about more of the details when he heard Spock's deep voice continue. "Jim, when we meld we will learn all that there is to know about the other, if we choose to share that deeply. I do not plan to keep secrets from you, except those required by Starfleet and such human activities as birthday planning."

"So, when we meld I will find out what you like to do in bed?" Kirk changed from serious to teasing, enjoying the teasing and feeling more comfortable not thinking about the serious aspects.

"Unless you have discovered these details for yourself." Spock returned with a wicked gleam in his eye.

"I will try." Kirk laughed. He ran one finger around Spock's ear. "Do you like that?"

"Yes, but it was more effective when you used your tongue."

"Really? Like this?" Kirk repeated his earlier caresses.

"Mmmm." Spock's appreciation was evident. Then, as Kirk tried to reach his other ear, Spock interrupted using the same caress on Kirk.

"Mmm. Yes, that does feel good. Your tongue is so warm." For

the next few minutes the two traded simple caresses and yeses. Kirk traced Spock's jaw with his tongue. Spock ran one thumb up each side of Kirk's neck from collarbone to ear lobe.

Kirk ran his palm across Spock's chest, Spock massaged Kirk's shoulder muscles. Both men enjoyed the play and the pleasure.

The quiet of the room broken by a quick laugh, a slurp, and increasingly heavy breathing.

Soon, though, Kirk's mind began to consider more aspects he hadn't thought of before approaching Spock. Instinctively wanting to feel and not think, he returned his mouth to Spock's and closed his eyes, shutting out the other's expressions. Turning instantly from playful to passionate, he began deep kisses, his lips became hard and forceful. He thrust his tongue into Spock's mouth without waiting for Spock's lips to part in invitation. His breathing became ragged, quick gasps of air between desperate kisses. His hands initially gentle and slow, moved faster, then began to rush over Spock's back, to his hair, his arms, his chest, frantic to touch everywhere at once and incapable of enjoying the feeling.

"Jim, you are becoming extremely agitated."

"I want you Spock. I need you now," Kirk argued, wanting only to feel the passion and to subdue the turmoil in his mind.

"I need to feel you, to believe you are really here," Kirk spoke, unwittingly highlighting his desperation.

"My love, look at me. You must believe in us before we proceed. I believe you are overwrought from the emotions of tonight and the last few weeks. Please share my peace and contentment," said Spock staring into Kirk's eyes.

Spock held Kirk tightly and led him to the bed. He sat down carefully on the narrow bed, removed his shoes and watched Kirk remove his own. He drew Kirk to him, then reclined so that Kirk rested against him, the Human's head on his chest, and wrapped his arm around Kirk's shoulder. With his free hand he stroked Kirk's hair. Spock began to speak, slowly and in a deep voice. He told him that he loved him. He told Kirk that he would stay with him, then he talked about his childhood, his experiences at the Academy, planets he had visited... As he proceeded, Kirk calmed down and drifted toward a much-needed rest.

Kirk nestled against Spock, his head cradled on the soft velour of Spock's uniform, lulled to sleep by the sound of the Vulcan's voice, the cadence of his tales, the warmth of the body touching his, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, and the steady beat of his heart beneath Kirk's hand where it wrapped around his waist.

................

Beep, beep. "It is now 0700. You are due on the bridge at 0800." Beep, beep.

Kirk awakened groggily and started to stretch, but was unable to move. Suddenly appreciating that he was lying on Spock's warm chest, wrapped in his arms surrounded by a faint alien aroma exuded by his Vulcan, Kirk remembered the evening before. He looked up to Spock's face to find an alert Vulcan staring at him with one eyebrow raised. Beep, beep. "It is now 0705. You are due on the bridge at 0800." Beep, beep. The computer's alarm function sounded loudly in the peaceful room.

the dark of the night gradually receded as the computer raised the light level.

"Jim, I suggest that you deactivate the alarm. It is quite annoying," murmured Spock, his voice still warm and husky from sleep.

"Alarm off," commanded Kirk as he snuggled up against Spock sleepily. "Mmm, it's true. You are here. I thought it might have been another dream."

"It is true. We slept here all night. But now we must get up. Duty calls." Spock's voice had almost its normal, even tone.

Kirk rubbed his hand along the Vulcan's side as if checking to see if he was real. Spock released his hold on Kirk's shoulders and pushed him slightly, unable to move himself without knocking Kirk to the floor. Kirk resisted the movement.

"But, how can you just want to get up now?"

"It is not that I want to, but we must be on the bridge in less than one hour and I do not even have a clean uniform here," Spock stated logically.

Kirk slid upward and over Spock's body, pressing himself tighter against his friend, then slid one leg over the Vulcan's legs, then a little bit higher. "You devil! Here you are sprouting logic while lying here with an impressive erection...morning or turned on?" he teased, curious, rubbing his thigh against the hard flesh.

"Jim, do not touch me there!" Spock groaned through clenched teeth, while moving Kirk's leg from his groin. "We will not get to the bridge this morning if you continue."

"So, turned on." Kirk concluded.

"Understandably," the Vulcan conceded.

"And you weren't going to tell me?" Kirk pushed his own erection against the Vulcan's hip. Both men inhaled sharply at the touch.

Pushing Kirk away in earnest, Spock separated their bodies. "I will not take you quickly. You must be patient. Go shower and dress," the Vulcan ordered. "I will see you on the bridge shortly, then we will have time for us later."

Kirk stood. "You are right, of course, but this is hard."

"For me, too, Jim." The Vulcan stood and looked down at his uniform. "Thankfully these uniforms do not wrinkle too badly. However do you have a data padd or something similar that I could carry to cover the damp spot where your mouth was? I have to walk back to my cabin."

A pillow popped the Vulcan in the side of the head. "Are you saying I drooled on you?" Kirk laughed. "Certainly, take one off the lefthand stack on the desk. They're the already read reports.

Just be sure to return it to its owner sometime today."

Spock walked over to the desk, picked up a padd, and turned to leave the room, pausing at the door. He turned back to face Kirk as Kirk neared him. Kirk reached up to hug him. Spock bent over to kiss Kirk. So the couple exchanged an awkward goodbye hug and kiss. Then, Spock left and Kirk prepared for duty.

For the most part the day went well. Kirk arrived on the bridge shortly after Spock and with only a few minutes to spare before his shift began. Spock soon found duties to attend to for the morning in the science laboratories, and Kirk scheduled a meeting with Mr. Scott for the early afternoon. Late in the afternoon both men were once again on the bridge. Kirk found his thoughts straying to their relationship, but managed to return to his duty mode.

After their shift, the two entered the turbolift together and decided to join Dr. McCoy for dinner as previously arranged in order to avoid the necessary explanations if they both changed their plans at the last minute. Kirk wasn't quite ready to tell McCoy the truth and Spock concurred.

/End Part 4

Mission to Neverias (TOS, K/S, NC-17) Part 5/5

This is the first story I've posted (unless you count my Revenge Fic). I've never tried creative writing before, but Judygran suggested I try and the idea stuck. So I'd like your comments, but constructive would be preferred. Kaki4@ipass.net or to the newsgroup, please.

Thank you to Judygran and raku for their encouragement and suggestions. They have only helped me, anything you don't like is my fault. I'd like to think some of the good stuff is too.

Paramount, of course, owns Star Trek. I've merely borrowed a few of the characters for a short while.

As indicated in the header, this story contains m/m consensual sex. If you are bothered by that or are under 18, please stop reading now.

Mission to Neverias Part 5/5

USS Enterprise 18:25

"So, Jim, what's up? All veggies and you've hardly touched those. Are you feeling all right?" McCoy questioned Kirk about twenty minutes into dinner. "You're also awfully quiet tonight.

Is it something or someone on your mind?"

Kirk started slightly, trying to bring his thoughts back from *big wedding or no wedding, long honeymoon or short* to McCoy's questions. "I'm just not very hungry. You should be pleased, it'll keep me on my diet."

"At least Spock is eating well. Spock, I hope you're planning a big workout later, that's more than I've seen you eat in one sitting in months." Dr. McCoy turned his curious gaze on the First Officer.

"Yes, I will attempt a workout later this evening," Spock responded as Kirk attempted to hide a gasp behind a fake cough.

Then Spock switched the subject, "Dr. McCoy, I note that you seem abnormally cheerful today. Do you have news to impart?" Spock queried.

Kirk shot Spock a thankful glance and began to daydream about working out with Spock. *I wonder if he likes nude wrestling, I wonder if he's ticklish. Oh no, I wonder if there are taboos I should know about. I hope Vulcans like oral sex.* Kirk's mind drifted off for several minutes.

"Jim, isn't it interesting that Dr. McCoy's experiment have been replicated with such a high correlation coefficient. R2 of 0.998 for 100 data points has increased his significance by 21.3%, Jim," Spock fed Kirk enough information so that Kirk could attempt to appear to have been listening.

"Yes, Spock, you are right. Bones, this is great news. How much more until you can publish?" Kirk followed up with one of those all purpose questions good for continuing conversations with any researcher.

"One more causal relationship to check, then I've got to start writing. Who knows how long that will take? Can you keep things quiet around here for a few days?"

"I'll do my best. Good luck, Bones and good night," said Kirk as he rose, took his tray to the recycler, then headed toward the door.

"Good night, Jim. Spock." McCoy exited to the left, Kirk and Spock to the right.

"Thanks for the rescue," Kirk said gratefully to the Vulcan.

"I'd have hated to make McCoy think I wasn't interested in his research."

"You are always welcome, Captain."

They walked quickly through the halls and entered Kirk's quarters and stood just inside the door.

"I can't believe how much McCoy talked tonight. I thought he'd never shut up!" exclaimed Kirk.

"Dinner took only 37 minutes, well within our normal range, Jim. And Dr. McCoy talked no more than usual for him," Spock corrected, his Vulcan visage intact.

"I know, I know. It just seemed like it. I could only think about coming back here with you, but I didn't know how to speed things up. At least, according to our schedules, neither of us is due anywhere until early afternoon tomorrow."

"That is correct, Jim. I cleared my morning schedule as I noted you did. We need some time alone." The Vulcan's voice deepened as he spoke. His eyes began to show his emotion.

Kirk came to Spock, took his hands gently. "Yes, we do need time. I want to be close to you. Are you ready?" Kirk did not want to rush the Vulcan, and needed to hear the words from him.

He knew his passion was strong and feared that, once unleashed, it would be hard to control.

"I wish to be yours in all respects, tonight." Spock squeezed Kirk's hands, then released them. He moved his hands to Kirk's shoulders and pulled him close. He tilted his head slightly and pressed his lips to Kirk's.

Kirk's arms naturally wrapped around the Vulcan's waist.

Kirk licked Spock's lower lip, then slipped his tongue inside Spock's mouth. This time there was no hesitation.

Kirk's hands reached under Spock's tunic rubbing the muscles there, holding Spock to him. He thrust his tongue into Spock's mouth, harder and faster than before. His hips began to move against the Vulcan's. Spock responded with gentle caresses of his own, stroking Kirk's cheek and hair.

Spock's tongue thrust against Kirk's and his hardness became easily apparent to Kirk. This reaction spurred Kirk further. He ground his lips against Spock's, ran his fingernails over Spock's back carefully, but not gently. Kirk's passion was rising fast.

When Spock placed his hands on Kirk's back, Kirk used his own hands to clutch the Vulcan tightly. Each gentle touch was returned with a much more passionate, even rough, one. Then when Spock lightly licked Kirk's throbbing vein on the side of his neck, Kirk bit Spock's ear lobe.

Spock pulled his head back, "Jim, slow down, please. I do not wish to rush. Let us learn of each other so that we may make this first night a night of memories. Humans are known to appreciate such things."

Kirk released Spock abruptly and sat down in his desk chair leaving Spock standing. "Oh no. You are right, Spock. I have no control where you are concerned, but I'll have to find some. We need to talk and plan." Kirk's breath came heavily as his body coped with his almost out of control passion and the sudden cessation of contact, but began to calm as all the questions he'd thought of during dinner came back to haunt him. "We've got so much to talk about. Where do you want to live? Should we share quarters? Or do we both need our own space? What will your father think? What will my mother think?"

Questions flew from Kirk's mouth. He was obviously still in an emotional uproar after the weeks of dreams and the stunning revelations of the evening before. The man who could calmly face down Romulans, had became undone over the enormity of the wondrous steps he and his best friend had taken and were about to take.

"What about Starfleet and McCoy and the rest of the crew? And the bed is too small and ..."

The Vulcan began pacing from the door to the desk and back as Kirk rambled on and on. Kirk looked up at him a bit surprised wondering why Spock looked so agitated when he was only trying to set things right between them. Finally, Spock stopped in front of him and took one of his hands in his own, squeezed slightly then ran one thumb across the knuckles.

"Jim, when I asked you to slow down, I did not intend for you to stop. We do need to talk, but I think our decisions over quarters and when to tell Dr. McCoy can wait until tomorrow," the Vulcan stated, evincing some agitation. "I do not wish to talk now. I would prefer to resume what we had started." He pulled Kirk's hand toward him.

Kirk rose feeling sheepish. "There's just so much to talk about." Spock pulled him to him, one hand at his waist, the other reaching behind his head.

"But I could be persuaded." Kirk said with a sensuous teasing smile.

"Hush, Jim."

Spock tilted his head and bent toward Kirk, pulling Kirk's head to his, allowing their lips to touch again, a gentle unhurried pressing of lips this time. Then Kirk's arms wrapped around the Vulcan, holding him tightly, sharing his warmth.

Kirk's head moved to the Vulcan's shoulder. Spock held it there, his fingers sliding through Kirk's tousled hair, his cheek pressed to the back of Kirk's head.

The two men remained standing for some minutes, enjoying the feel of each other, the way Kirk's head fit against Spock's shoulder, the softness of the uniform tunics covering resilient muscles, the heat of thigh against thigh, contemplating their physical closeness and the relationship they had finally admitted.

Kirk found himself calming under the warmth of the Vulcan and the stroking fingers in his hair. Kirk turned his face into the Vulcan's neck seeking that warmth with his cheek, then pressing it with his lips, one of his hands moved to touch the other side of Spock's neck.

As Kirk moved, Spock's hand, of necessity, moved on his head, feeling the silky hair running over his fingers. As Kirk's mouth began to explore Kirk's neck, Spock's fingers moved through Kirk's hair, content with this simple caress as he enjoyed the human's lips against his skin. Kirk nuzzled Spock's neck, moving gently, pressing kisses, then, as passion began to rise, he extended his tongue to taste the Vulcan. He ran his tongue along the pulsing artery, then upward following Spock's jaw line. His tongue traveled slowly across the warm skin, then reached to wet the Vulcan's ear lobe.

Spock's breathing rate increased slightly. Kirk's tongue began a sweep around the outer edge of the ear. Spock's grip on Kirk tightened. Kirk's tongue traced the tip of Spock's ear, then his teeth gently nibbled the edge as he brought the tender point into his mouth, wetting it and caressing it with tongue and lips.

Spock's sudden gasp told Kirk that he was on the right track. He continued for a moment then released the ear. He pressed his cheek against Spock's and blazed a path across the warm cheek with his lips to allow himself to fasten his mouth again to the Vulcan's.

Upon the release of his ear, Spock began a similar assault, but using his fingertips. He traced Kirk's neck down to his collar, then trailed his fingers up to Kirk's earlobe repeating the pattern Kirk had used so effectively. One hand brushed Kirk's neck, the other stroked from Kirk's waist slowly upward grazing his ribs through his shirt. As these touches continued, Kirk abruptly realized that Spock was taking initiative, Spock was caressing him. Suddenly, the contact was too much for his still overly sensitized nerves to handle. His lips froze. Suddenly he forgot every seduction skill he possessed. His mind began to work overtime with rather unexpected results. "Spock, last night I forgot about your mother. We'll have to tell her, too. Won't we?"

"Not now." Spock silenced Kirk by covering his mouth with his own. Kirk responded slowly, opening his mouth to admit Spock's tongue and sucking lightly on it. Then he opened his mouth, speaking indistinctly around the invading tongue.

"What about shore leave?" Kirk interjected, totally out of context, startling even the intent Vulcan. Spock removed his tongue from the no longer welcoming orifice and moved his head back sufficiently to view the Human's expression. Kirk continued, his concern evident in his voice. "Spock, you like to stay on the ship or visit computer facilities, I like to sightsee and eat out."

"Jim, perhaps now is not the time for us to pursue the physical aspects of this relationship."

"But, I want to be with you," Kirk objected, surprised at Spock's assessment. *Why doesn't Spock want me anymore?*

"You are too agitated at this time. I enjoy physical contact with you, but I do not wish to discuss my mother while I kiss you." Spock spoke calmly attempting to reason with Kirk.

"Perhaps, I have a solution." He paused for a minute deciding what to do next. "Jim, I wish to meld with you. I want that closeness with you. We have shared a meld before, but now we can share more fully. It will help you to feel secure in this relationship, answer some of your questions, and, perhaps, calm you down by reassuring you of my intentions and the reality of us.

It is important for me too, since, for a Vulcan, it is a way to share love without the need for finding the words." Spock waited expectantly.

Kirk agreed, pulling the Vulcan's hands toward the meld points, his own still shaking slightly from his overwrought emotions.

"Thank you. I believe we will be more comfortable if we sit down first." Spock dimmed the lights slightly, then led Kirk to the bed. Both men sat down, Kirk tugging at his boots to remove them.

At Spock's lifted eyebrow, Kirk laughed, "More comfortable." Spock followed his example and removed his own boots.

The two men turned to face each other, sitting cross-legged on the narrow bed. Spock placed his hands on the sides of Jim's face, pulling him close for a gentle kiss, then positioned his hands on the meld points. "My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts, my heart to your heart."

Kirk felt the fingertips warm against his skin, then a gentle presence in his mind, one familiar yet new in its gentleness. "Spock?"

"Yes, Jim. You do not need to speak out loud, but you may do so if it helps you feel comfortable."

The presence in his mind grew. Kirk felt warm inside, he felt love and loved. He opened his heart to share his love with Spock. Moments passed in sharing. Love, always. Parting and never parted. And with the love a strong sense of physical desire, the desire to merge in all ways. Knowledge that both felt these desires to be part of their intrinsic beings. And finally a feeling of peacefulness and acceptance.

Spock's mind withdrew from Kirk's leaving a sensation of well-being. The sensation of lost closeness was tempered with the promise of greater sharing in the future.

As the sensations of the meld faded, Spock removed his fingertips from Kirk's meld points, then tilted both men to lie on the bed. Kirk's head rested on the Vulcan's chest as it had the night before.

"I understand now. Thank you." Kirk spoke softly.

In response the Vulcan tightened his hold around the Human.

Kirk gradually became more aware of his physical surroundings, noting that his body was pressed against the Vulcan from head to toe. The Vulcan was warm beside him. Kirk lifted his head to look up into the Vulcan's eyes and saw warmth there, too. Spock's free hand moved to gently caress Kirk's side from Kirk's waist up to where the Vulcan's other arm blocked his way.

This touch was a comforting gesture, borne of the need to touch and reassure.

Kirk moved upward in the Vulcan's enveloping arms, slid up along Spock, increasing their contact, until his lips reached Spock's. He pressed his lips against them. Spock's opened beneath his, granting him access. Spock kissed him back, sucking on his tongue gently, drawing this part of him inward. Kirk raised his chest slightly to allow himself to reach one hand beneath Spock's tunic. He ran his hand along fevered skin, pulling the cloth higher.

Spock actions showed his growing impatience. He pushed Kirk farther up, separating them by several inches, then placed his hands on the Human's waist. He tugged Kirk's tunic upward, caressing the bare skin as his hands slid further up the muscular chest. Reaching as far as he could on that path, Spock pulled Kirk's tunic over his head, then off one arm at a time to allow Kirk to remain poised above him. Then the Vulcan shifted his head to Kirk's bare skin, his arms surrounding the Human, playing over the muscles of his back.

Spock licked Kirk's bare skin, over his collarbone, across his upturned throat. One of the Vulcan's hands moved to caress the bare chest and hardened nipples. His mouth followed his hand with kisses, licking and sucking, pausing where Kirk's moans intensified then moving onward. Kirk's back arched to force his sensitive flesh closer to the Vulcan's questing lips.

Kirk moaned louder, then pushed Spock away and divested Spock of his tunic. He lowered himself atop Spock, pressed bare skin together. He slid across the warm chest, feeling the sensuous roughness of the Vulcan's chest hair against his own smooth chest, his own sensitized nipples. Then he lowered his body, dragging bare skin against bare skin until his head was low enough to lick and suckle the Vulcan as the Vulcan had explored him moments earlier.

He slowly covered Spock's chest in light kisses, running his fingers through the chest hair, his beard-roughened cheek across sensitive nipples, enjoying the gasps made by his aroused partner.

When the body beneath his began to writhe, he returned his attention to Spock's mouth. Passionate kisses ensued, driven by desperate arousal, unsatisfied for too long.

Soon Spock raised Kirk above him, Kirk's head and chest inches above him. He held him there, suspended, supple, green fingers grasping blushing skin, until Kirk lowered one arm to partially support himself. Spock lifted his mouth to Kirk's chest.

The Vulcan kissed the soft skin, tasted the Human's sweat- salty skin, rested his check against the smooth skin to listen to the ragged heartbeat for a moment, then licked the taut nipples, ran his teeth across the peaks. Spock's free hand rubbed clearly defined muscles, his fingers following the motion when Kirk flexed, then moved lower and pushed the remaining clothing out of the way. He turned his body beneath Kirk's so that he could reach to remove the last of Kirk's garments. He quickly sorted out the now tangled limbs, supporting Kirk's weight as he moved his head and chest lower, his legs to the head of the bed, then released Kirk as both men settled into their new positions. Now both men could reach unexplored territory. Spock's body rested beneath Kirk's, his head below Kirk's abdomen, his feet on the bed above Kirk's head.

Kirk similarly removed the Vulcan's clothing. Spock lifted his hips in instinctive cooperation.

Then as Kirk banished the last sock, Spock's mouth enveloped the head of the Human's penis, warm and hot and sudden. Kirk gasped in pleasure. Kirk slid back down, moving Spock's upper body and attached mouth with him. Spock began to move his lips over this most responsive of flesh. Kirk placed his own tongue on the Vulcan's erection, licking around the head. Both men groaned.

Kirk's "I can't last," was muttered simultaneously with Spock's "slow down."

Mouths slid down and over hardness, tongues flickered once, then twice. Kirk felt the Vulcan swell within his mouth as he felt his climax surging forward. Soon, too soon, each man groaned and shuddered and filled the mouth of his lover. Both men swallowed instinctively, then trembled in afterglow.

Spock moved, separating the two, then turned around on the bed to lie beside Kirk, now resting head near head. He reached for him and held him in his arms. Moments passed while breathing became slower, regular, then "I love you, Spock." "And I you, Jim." Spock pulled a blanket over them. Sleep came.

USS Enterprise 23:45

An hour or so later, Kirk stirred and snuggled closer to Spock. After a moment, Kirk reached up to kiss Spock and found the Vulcan gazing at him as if drinking in his beauty. Thrilled at the look of love and the feel of his lover against him, Kirk turned to allow himself to slide his head down along the Vulcan's body, warm and sleepily relaxed. His legs moved to the head of the bed. He moved down Spock, pressing a few kisses to his warm skin on the way enjoying the slightly salty tang of his skin, pushing the covers down and off the bed.

Kirk lay partially over his lover's prone form and took his barely excited, still mostly soft, flesh into his mouth, massaging it with his lips, teasing it to fullness. In his relaxed state, he lazily enjoyed himself, resting his head on the warm abdomen, his eyes unopened.

He felt the warmth of Spock against his tongue, the smoothness of his hardness against his lips, the pressure of his own teeth against the inner side of his lips as he shielded Spock from the sharp edges. He pressed the pliant flesh against the roof of his mouth, then licked from his lips to the, as yet barely defined, ridge to the tip. He circled his tongue around, then pressed downward, allowing the sensitive underside of his tongue to caress his lover. He moved his head back to pull his lips snugly along the shaft as it grew from small to large and hard.

Soon as his head pressed forward again he felt hardness pressing against his throat, his mouth no longer deep enough to contain all of Spock. He moved his head back and forth so that his lips caressed the full length and began to hear moans from his partner. He pulled his mouth off the hardness and buried his head lower, exhaling warm breath along the shaft, then licking his way down. His hands moved outward and down, over firm thighs feeling the muscles taut with effort, as the Vulcan strained to raise his shaft into the heaven of Kirk's mouth. Then he slid his hands to the soft inner thighs, feeling the change in muscle tone, the softness of the hair.

He rubbed his cheek over the throbbing erection, then opened his lips to gently suckle near the base. His partner moaned and writhed beneath him. He breathed in the smell of his lover's pheromones - a pleasing scent, male, similar to his own, but not the same, alien and exciting.

He began to move his lips upward tasting and wetting the surface as he moved. His awareness narrowed to his mouth, hands, tongue and the pleasure he was sharing with his partner. Thus he felt a moment of surprise and released the suction of his mouth when Spock's hands grasped his thighs, lifted his hips, his knees astride Spock's head, allowing his lover access to his own hard flesh.

Spock's arms cradled his thighs, held him in place, while stroking his muscles, running one hand to hold his rounded cheek.

He felt Spock's hot mouth engulf him, his own surge as he become harder, the tingling along his thighs as Spock's fingertips teased his skin. He groaned as his flesh merged into Spock's, flexed his hips to move closer to the almost unbearable pleasure. When he moved, Spock's erection brushed against his lips. He opened his mouth to take it in and held the pulsating flesh with his lips.

Deep inside he felt the heat grow and sensed his own wetness welling up as he tasted Spock's - salty and tangy.

His moans joined with the Vulcan's as he continued his caresses. He opened his eyes now needing to see and watched as the Vulcan's thighs tightened and relaxed beneath him, saw the furred sac, black curls on dark green skin, and the base of the thick, glistening shaft.

Kirk moved his mouth downward taking as much into his mouth as possible. He added one hand to surround the base to cover all of the flesh as he moved his mouth and hand simultaneously over the now throbbing hardness. He recognized the throbbing he felt in Spock as that he felt when he was stimulated almost beyond his limit. He used his other hand to stroke Spock's thighs and the hot juncture between them.

He tried to concentrate solely on giving pleasure, but found he could not as his erection was completely engulfed. Spock, in his position, neck stretched to meet the hardness entering that mouth, had relaxed his throat muscles. With each forward surge of Kirk's mouth on the Vulcan, the Human's whole body moved forward, causing his erection to plunge deeper down the Vulcan's throat.

Kirk's awareness became centered in pleasure as the head of his penis ran along the roof of the Vulcan's mouth, then slid down his throat encountering tightness and heat and wetness. His sensitive head was surrounded in snug, warm, moisture. His shaft was surrounded in only slightly less tight warmth, a hot textured tongue moving over him, exquisitely dealing out pleasure. He felt the tightness and movement and swirls of ecstasy as his nerves overloaded, sending waves of excitement throughout him. He could no longer distinguish each individual motion's contribution.

Only strong self control and his relatively recent orgasm saved him from erupting immediately. And only years of practice in giving pleasure while plunging into warmth allowed him to continue stroking Spock. Now Kirk was immersed in the combined pleasures: the heat of the Vulcan around him, the heat within his mouth, the emotions welling up inside him, the sounds issuing from him and his lover as both gasped and moaned and from their actions as their suckling produced wet slurps and their movements produced rustling from the sheets. He lost all consciousness of time and the world outside him.

He abandoned himself to pure sensation. He felt the smooth surface of Spock's penis against his tongue as he swirled it over the warmth. His mouth was full, his muscles pleasantly stretched as he sucked. His lips began to feel smooth and sensitized as they were drawn over the flesh. He licked patterns on the surface, sucked gently, rubbed with lips and hand. He tasted Spock's excitement as he tongued the liquid welling up from him and breathed in the increasingly, exotically, pungent essence of him.

As he gave of himself to arouse his lover, he felt Spock's giving to him as he thrust farther down Spock's throat then pulled out to enter again, his lover's throat muscles contracting around him when he swallowed, the hands caressing his inner thighs and abdomen producing erotic shivers along his skin. And as Spock's hands explored all of his extremely sensitive flesh, he desired to be one with him and thrust deeper until he could move no further.

His rising passion was returned in the increasing motion of the Vulcan.

As Spock's hips began to thrust upward, Kirk moved faster to meet the thrusts, his mouth molded now to the hardness within, his own hips moving in time with the Vulcan's greedy sucking. His flesh swelled even harder, his breathing became anguished, the hard flesh in his mouth exuded increasing amounts of salty liquid.

Kirk's senses overloaded. His screams of orgasm muffled around Spock, his fluid erupted down the willing throat and set off the Vulcan's matching climax, and, in turn, the Vulcan's gasps and swallows massaged Kirk's hardness deep within his throat, pulling the last quivers from him.

Kirk collapsed on the Vulcan, totally drained. Spock twisted beneath to turn his head for air, then gasped for breath, also completely satiated.

Only minutes later did the two men stir, turned face to face, then fell asleep dreamlessly.

Hours later, morning arrived and Kirk and Spock awoke. They discussed taking a shower, then eating a large breakfast. They agreed that they were satisfied with the way their new relationship had started and made plans to meet later. Then, they returned to discussing breakfast.

"Bridge to Captain Kirk," hailed Uhura's voice over the ships comm. "Bridge to Captain Kirk."

Kirk turned and grinned at Spock. "Reality calls." He sat up on the edge of the bed and tapped the comm button. "Kirk here, Lt. Uhura."

"Captain, Captain Daniels of the Marie Curie reports that they will be in position for our rendezvous in one hour instead of the scheduled four. Lt. Sulu calculates that with an increase to Warp 4 we can meet the Madam Curie on their schedule."

"Very well, increase speed to Warp 4. I'll catch a quick breakfast and be up on the bridge within the hour. Good work.

Kirk out."

"Spock, I suppose we should get out of this bed, before we start anything else." Kirk's grin let Spock know what his captain would choose, duty permitting. "Do you want the first shower?" At Spock's raised eyebrow, Kirk teased, "No way, together we wouldn't make it to the bridge even without getting breakfast first. And I'm starving this morning! All due to you, no doubt."

"Yes, Jim. All due to my prowess, I'm sure," the Vulcan teased back.

Kirk leaned back over the Vulcan, kissed him gently and ran two fingers down one cheek taking in his tousled hair, beard roughened cheeks, and so sensual, greener than usual lips. "This evening we can test that theory."

"I look forward to it, Jim, " Spock replied. "You go ahead and shower. I can stay here. I am off duty."

Kirk looked at him surprised.

"Of course, I could accompany you to the bridge if you wish."

Soon the two men were showered and dressed, ready for breakfast before reporting to work.

Kirk stopped before the door, turned up his head for a kiss, which Spock gave him carefully and thoroughly. He broke the kiss.

"Wow!" A few deep breaths later, Kirk exited into the corridor, Spock at his side. As always.

End Part 5 and story