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Spock hadn’t wanted Jim to go alone, just in case something happened to him during the travel. He had been watching Jim like a hawk, gauging his responses to everything to assure himself Jim was alright. He was not offended at the denial of his aid, it made sense and he hadn’t wished to cause grief for the human.

He had packed what he would need and remained in his Starfleet gear on the trip, robes left on the ship, wishing to stand with Jim as a pillar of familiarity during this, rather than changing when the human might need him as Spock the most.

“Indeed. I had stayed here whilst the Enterprise was being rebuilt. The climate is mildly different to Vulcan, but as one who has lived on Earth for many years, the cooler temperature had not bothered me greatly.” Spock said calmly, stiff where he sat, but relaxed in Vulcan terms, nervous and struggling to not show it as each moment passed.

❝Where do you think we’ll find healers at this hour?❞ Kirk spoke over a wind storm that suddenly passed through the developing city. ❝I think we should head inside. I can barely see in all of this.❞ He squinted as heavy, hail-like sand hit his face.

Inside the Vulcan cafe, Kirk looked around and instantly felt out of place. He was the only human. What Spock probably didn’t realize was that Kirk understood and spoke the language well enough. Kirk took the liberty of going up to the counter and ordering a tea that sounded delicious. With the tea in hand, Kirk turned to Spock and posed a question. ❝Is it alright if I talk about your mother? I won’t, if you don’t want me to–❞ Of course, the last time Kirk brought Spock’s mother up, it’d been to antagonize him and landed him in a choke hold. Now, Kirk was more than curious about Vulcan and human relations.

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Spock, both used to the dust and born with a second eyelid, had forgotten for a moment that Jim was human. “Healers are always available at any given time, but perhaps you should rest a moment before we continue on. Heading inside is a most logical idea.” Spock agreed and followed the other. Greeted on sight, he was stuck near the front. It took a few moments but he was able to ask about a healer and was informed they would get one here for him soon.

Finally able to return to Jim he settled down and ordered himself a tea, and now with it in hand he sipped it, eyebrow raised as he glanced over to Jim. He saw it was sincere and he slowly lowered the cup, looking into it as he thought a moment. “Amanda was a beautiful woman. Kind and loving. She had met my father because she had a desire to find peace between our races. She studied everything that humans had known about my kind and when given the chance, asked my father as many questions as she could.” Spock remembered this story well, having heard it many times from both paternal sources. “My mother claimed to be professional about it, but my father claims she was like a human child asking a thousand questions, often the same but worded differently, and always so eager and in awe of the answers given.” Spock smiled, more in his eyes than on his face, but it was there. “She was kind. And despite originally choosing the Vulcan path, she had been proudly supporting me. Upon hearing my denial to academy and my acceptance into Starfleet like she had been, she was more than over joyed. She had baked a cake, only to later remember that coco intoxicates Vulcans.” Spock remembered the moment fondly, not wanting to upset his mother he had eaten some of the cake with his father and the two had seemed more human that day than ever. “Even in her final moments, I knew she was proud. That my being there, as a Starfleet First Officer, to help save my people, was something she admired and adored.” he looked down, guilt and pain flickering in those brown orbs, but never onto his face, all the will he had keeping up appearances now that he was among other Vulcans.

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@enterpriseparty (Spock)

Him. Well, unless Jim snuck down and bonded with a random Vulcan during the rescue, he could only think of one other Vulcan and his heart sped up. His elder self made a bond with Jim? That both infuriated and confused him, but he stamped it all down.

“Indeed it is a two way thing. But if it is causing you harm like this, Jim, and they are unable to reach you for whatever reason, I do believe they would rather you do what is best for your continued survival. Bonds like this can be formed of misplaced remembrance or a high enough emotional and mental fluctuation due to age, past experiences, what they share during a mind meld or perhaps simply from abandonment. Each Vulcan is different and these are merely the most prominent ones on hand.” he explained calmly, remaining as impassive as he could but it faltered as he flashed a look around the empty hall and focused intently on Jim.

“Though they may seem important to you Jim, I would rather not see you die for good. Doctor McCoy cannot use his medicine to work miracles on a malformed Vulcan bond tearing your mind apart. Any Vulcan whom truly cares about the one they choose to bond with would never desire this to happen. The circumstances of the bond’s creation must have been rough, strained and tangled up as they entered your mind. But I can assure you, this was not their intentions.” Spock felt he needed to defend his elder - if it truly was the Ambassador - and shifted.

“Please Jim. Take some time to think, but you do not have long to debate. I cannot lose you, not again.” he said and with that he turned to continue towards their shift, barely containing his rampant thoughts on the matter from being revealed on his features.

While it did surprise the crew that Kirk and Spock decided to take their acquired shore leave together without much notice, it was fairly easy for them to leave the Enterprise. The ship would be fine for a few days without them; it was participating in the arduous task of star mapping for its next assignment. Besides, Kirk doubted that Spock would want to stay on New Vulcan longer than necessary. Kirk would have preferred going to New Vulcan alone, but he didn’t want to press the issue with Spock. His First Officer’s over protective vibe hadn’t gone unnoticed to Kirk. Regardless of Spock’s company on the trip, Kirk fully intended to find the elder Spock or ask an experienced healed to mend his mind; anyone but his Spock would do– Spock just didn’t know that.

❝Is this your first time here?❞ Kirk asked uncertain about how Spock had spent his time before they started their 5 Year Mission.

❝The climate must have taken some time to get used to… It’s almost tropical here.❞ He added, since New Vulcan didn’t have dry heat like its namesake planet. Great, he was at the ‘small talk’ stage of their trip already. Kirk decided not to mention that he dated a Vulcan girl during his Academy years, but he certainty wasn’t as naive to their culture as Spock might think of him to be.

#youngestcaptain #awesome haha #spock is nervous because he's afraid of jim dying #senpai waiting for me? pfft #you're worth the wait

Spock hadn’t wanted Jim to go alone, just in case something happened to him during the travel. He had been watching Jim like a hawk, gauging his responses to everything to assure himself Jim was alright. He was not offended at the denial of his aid, it made sense and he hadn’t wished to cause grief for the human.

He had packed what he would need and remained in his Starfleet gear on the trip, robes left on the ship, wishing to stand with Jim as a pillar of familiarity during this, rather than changing when the human might need him as Spock the most.

“Indeed. I had stayed here whilst the Enterprise was being rebuilt. The climate is mildly different to Vulcan, but as one who has lived on Earth for many years, the cooler temperature had not bothered me greatly.” Spock said calmly, stiff where he sat, but relaxed in Vulcan terms, nervous and struggling to not show it as each moment passed.

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@enterpriseparty (Spock)

Spock narrowed his eyes at Jim, silently questioning him but he took a moment to think. “Unless the Vulcan can get here in the next hour, the likely hood of you being able to function like a normal human is slim. There is a way to extend this without creating anything permanent… However, it is something marginally personal and… Invasive, if you will.” Spock said, ignoring the faintest heat he can feel building under his skin.

“If it ensures you live, I will do it only under your consent, but to explain, I would form a mild bond with you. Then, when we connect with the Vulcan you had created the original bond with, I can break the bond and aid them in creating a more substantial bond, if you so wish. If you did not desire the bond to begin with, then we will head to New Vulcan to sever the malformed bond breaking.” he explained in that calm, matter-of-fact tone, hiding the slight distress under his skin at the thought of losing Jim.

And mild jealousy that Jim bonded with another. Again, odd.

❝This is, uh, really personal.❞ Kirk replied looking insecure, shifting his feet from left to right. He wasn’t supposed to tell Spock that another version of him existed, but he couldn’t imagine how the elder Spock would feel about him dying either. ❝But you’re saying I have the option of going to New Vulcan… That sounds like enough time to fix this?❞

❝I’m not sure if I want to keep the bond.❞ Kirk explained, only half lying. He would have to stall until he knew what he wanted. Besides feeling more exhausted than usual, he found comfort in experiencing the alternate relationship with Spock in his dreams. It wasn’t as if Kirk had foresight to the ‘future’; frankly Kirk couldn’t see his Spock being that tender with him. The dreams were never risqué, they just made him feel complete? Wow, did that sound pathetic, because the dreams would never be more than vicarious fulfillment. Kirk was being selfish and he sighed loudly at that internal admittance. He would have to end it, out of responsibility to his well-being (which mattered to the livelihood of his crew).

❝Will he know if the bond is broken?❞ Kirk practically whispered, appearing in pain. ❝Isn’t this supposed to be a two way view? I don’t want to– leave him.❞ The last words came out in a rush, as a wave of emotion knocked the wind out of him. He could still feel the elder Spock’s longing for the other Jim.

#thank you I didn't think it was that good #and of course I'd stick around honey! :D #youngestcaptain

Him. Well, unless Jim snuck down and bonded with a random Vulcan during the rescue, he could only think of one other Vulcan and his heart sped up. His elder self made a bond with Jim? That both infuriated and confused him, but he stamped it all down.

“Indeed it is a two way thing. But if it is causing you harm like this, Jim, and they are unable to reach you for whatever reason, I do believe they would rather you do what is best for your continued survival. Bonds like this can be formed of misplaced remembrance or a high enough emotional and mental fluctuation due to age, past experiences, what they share during a mind meld or perhaps simply from abandonment. Each Vulcan is different and these are merely the most prominent ones on hand.” he explained calmly, remaining as impassive as he could but it faltered as he flashed a look around the empty hall and focused intently on Jim.

“Though they may seem important to you Jim, I would rather not see you die for good. Doctor McCoy cannot use his medicine to work miracles on a malformed Vulcan bond tearing your mind apart. Any Vulcan whom truly cares about the one they choose to bond with would never desire this to happen. The circumstances of the bond’s creation must have been rough, strained and tangled up as they entered your mind. But I can assure you, this was not their intentions.” Spock felt he needed to defend his elder - if it truly was the Ambassador - and shifted.

“Please Jim. Take some time to think, but you do not have long to debate. I cannot lose you, not again.” he said and with that he turned to continue towards their shift, barely containing his rampant thoughts on the matter from being revealed on his features.

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@enterpriseparty (Spock)

Spock, if he was human, would have rolled his eyes, instead, his eyes hardened and his lips pursed into a faint line as he thought his words over carefully.

“Something happened with you that you have not confided in me with. But it has caused a poorly made Vulcan bond to form in your mind, and due to it’s poor creation, lack of care and growth along with the inability to be sustained, it has broken. A poorly made and now broken Vulcan bond of this magnitude will end your life in a week if it is not taken care of.” Spock said coldly, watching the man and feeling some part of him flutter in mild panic at the thought of Jim dying, but his face showed nothing.

Odd.

❝A Vulcan bond?❞ Kirk repeated the words slowly, he was experiencing shock. Vulcan bonds were not discussed greatly in anthropology class, but he understood the as a form of love for the species. ❝I thought Vulcans considering bonding to be highly private. Isn’t this a rather presumptuous conversation to be having with me?❞

Yeah, okay, Kirk was still stalling. Why the hell had Spock Senior bonded with him? How was he going to explain the situation to his Spock? ❝I should speak with my Vulcan– I mean the Vulcan that I bonded with.❞ Kirk stated attempting to deflect and saying the words aloud sounded unbelievable to his ears.

Spock narrowed his eyes at Jim, silently questioning him but he took a moment to think. “Unless the Vulcan can get here in the next hour, the likely hood of you being able to function like a normal human is slim. There is a way to extend this without creating anything permanent... However, it is something marginally personal and... Invasive, if you will.” Spock said, ignoring the faintest heat he can feel building under his skin.

“If it ensures you live, I will do it only under your consent, but to explain, I would form a mild bond with you. Then, when we connect with the Vulcan you had created the original bond with, I can break the bond and aid them in creating a more substantial bond, if you so wish. If you did not desire the bond to begin with, then we will head to New Vulcan to sever the malformed bond breaking.” he explained in that calm, matter-of-fact tone, hiding the slight distress under his skin at the thought of losing Jim.

And mild jealousy that Jim bonded with another. Again, odd.

#youngestcaptain

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@enterpriseparty ( Spock )

Spock understood exhaustion, he had gone through it a few times unbeknownst to his captain, however he also knew when one showed signs of a broken, poorly made bond.

“Sir, with all due respect, I am a Vulcan and highly trained in telepathy and connections between beings through their minds. You are putting yourself at risk of damaging your mind and death if you persist to brush this off.” Spock said sharply, eyes narrowing a fraction.

❝Death?❞ The word caused Kirk to come to a complete standstill. ❝Spock, just spit it out. What are you going on about and why in the middle of the damn hallway? We have work to do, so obviously whatever you have to say is important.❞ He admitted and the bitterness of accepting help was evident in his tone. He was still working on his ability to lean on others. Kirk was a natural at ‘going at it alone’ since it’d been all he’d known prior to meeting Pike.

#youngestcaptain #all good hon

Spock, if he was human, would have rolled his eyes, instead, his eyes hardened and his lips pursed into a faint line as he thought his words over carefully.

“Something happened with you that you have not confided in me with. But it has caused a poorly made Vulcan bond to form in your mind, and due to it’s poor creation, lack of care and growth along with the inability to be sustained, it has broken. A poorly made and now broken Vulcan bond of this magnitude will end your life in a week if it is not taken care of.” Spock said coldly, watching the man and feeling some part of him flutter in mild panic at the thought of Jim dying, but his face showed nothing.

Odd.

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John held his brother close before scooping him up effortlessly and carried him to the bed. He took his shoes off, then Leonard’s, helped him out of his medical gear and climbed into the bed with him, pulling him close and tucking his body against his gently.

“I got you, Leo.” he whispered, hand running through Leonard’s hair soothingly.

Leonard felt himself be moved. He seemed lifeless in his brother’s arms and suddenly he wasn’t sure what was going on anymore.

He wasn’t sure when he blacked out, but when he woke up he had no idea where he was at first nor how he’d gotten to his quarter’s. He went to move and that’s when he touched something… It took him a minute to adjust and that’s when he seen it was John.

He took a slow breath and realized how tired he was although he’d just woken up. He laid back in bed and closed his eye’s.

John held Leonard close, nose buried in his hair and snored faintly, sleeping whilst cradling his most precious thing close. When the other stirred he mumbled out a complaint but fell swiftly back to sleep.

“Not well enough, but better.” John agreed and helped his brother to undress, taking hos own clothes off quickly, his own pain be damned. Scooping his brother back up gently he set him in the bath, running the water and knelt in there, eyes raking over his body, over the bruising, gently touching the skin near a dark bruise forming as guilt crashed over him.

His bruised and busted body? That didn’t matter. What mattered was that he failed his brother, failed to protect him. But now? Now he’d kill these bastards if they ever came near his brother again.

“I’m so sorry, Leo. I won’t let this happen again. I will die before I do.” he said firmly and half straddled his brother as he hugged him whilst the water washed over them from the shower head above.

Leonard was out of it. He allowed John to do most of the work for him while he made a pathetic attempt to relax. His breathing was ragged, slow, and painful.

The bathwater seemed to set his skin on fire. His brother got in the tub with him to help him wash off and it made Leonard think back to when they’d take baths together as kids.

He opened his eyes briefly and looked down to the water… It was a sick pinkish-red color from the blood… He tried to ignore it, and his eye’s went up to his brothers as he hugged him and apologized.

“S’okay, J” he whispered weakly. “I don’ want you to worry about me… M’good… T’jus roughed me up.”

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“No you aren’t okay. They will not touch you again. Not without losing things.” John said firmly and looked to his brother before surging forward and kissing him lightly on the lips, a tenderness there, but also a faint possessiveness.

It lasted only moments but he pressed their foreheads together and practically growled. “You’re mine. No one touches you.” he hissed, hand cupping his cheek before he pulled back. “Now just relax. I’ll take care of you.” he said softly and moved to clean his brother as carefully and meticulously as he could.

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John held his brother when he puked, sneering at the smell but tightened his arms marginally, still light enough for Leonard to break. But when he sagged into him, John pulled away from the toilet and brought Leonard with him.

The other seemed to struggle to breathe and he shifted to look at him. He saw the frantic attempt at speaking and his eyes widened in panic. “Nod or shake. Bed?” he asked, cupping his brother’s cheek to meet his eyes with a slight panic in his voice.

Leonard was in a daze. John’s voice startled him, but at the same time was very quiet. He grasped John’s shirt and the next thing he knew he was looking in his brother’s eye’s. He focused on them for a brief second before he closed his own and allowed his head to roll back.

He nodded ‘Yes’ slowly, swallowing hard before suddenly his body went limp. His grip on John loosened and his hand fell.

John held his brother close before scooping him up effortlessly and carried him to the bed. He took his shoes off, then Leonard’s, helped him out of his medical gear and climbed into the bed with him, pulling him close and tucking his body against his gently.

“I got you, Leo.” he whispered, hand running through Leonard’s hair soothingly.

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John sprinted to the bedroom, finding the medical bag - honestly it was like this was glued to his brother - and found the hypo, practically sprinting back, prepping the hypo and pressed it against his brother’s skin, kneeling behind him and wrapped his arms around his chest gingerly.

“Try a bath or a shower, that can help. Always did help me when I was stuck in the marines without medical.” John offered and nosed his brothers neck.

He had no idea where John was… He was trying to focus on what was going on. He didn’t even realize John had came back into the bathroom until he got a hypo plunged deep into his neck,

Leonard reached for the toilet, missing at first. He felt John’s arm’s wrap around him just before he grasped the edge of the toilet and pulled himself up to it. He unloaded all of the contents from his stomach, which left him dry heaving since nothing was left from where he hadn’t been eating much.

He was shaking, he couldn’t breath, and with that he collapsed back into John with no energy left. It was then that he realized everything seemed to shift, his head was fuzzy and slowly everything was fading.

He tried to speak, unsure if anything came out. He was trying to tell John something, anything.. trying to get his attention, but nothing happened.

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John held his brother when he puked, sneering at the smell but tightened his arms marginally, still light enough for Leonard to break. But when he sagged into him, John pulled away from the toilet and brought Leonard with him.

The other seemed to struggle to breathe and he shifted to look at him. He saw the frantic attempt at speaking and his eyes widened in panic. “Nod or shake. Bed?” he asked, cupping his brother’s cheek to meet his eyes with a slight panic in his voice.

Brother, Where Art Thou? (So I May Punch You) |CLOSED|

John was on his brother, helping him towards his bed, worry itching his whole body. “What do you need, Leo? A bucket? Do you need a hypo? A cool towel? Water?” John asked in rapid fire, worry making him fuss over his baby brother.

“M'jus going to the bathroom…” He said under his breath. Leonard moved to the bathroom, leaning heavily on his brother and once inside he dropped to his knee’s and thrust out a hand to the wall so he would stay sitting up.

“You can run to my bedroom an’ get a hypo for nausea.” He instructed.

“Take your time…” He rasped. “Trus’ me.”

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John sprinted to the bedroom, finding the medical bag - honestly it was like this was glued to his brother - and found the hypo, practically sprinting back, prepping the hypo and pressed it against his brother’s skin, kneeling behind him and wrapped his arms around his chest gingerly.

“Try a bath or a shower, that can help. Always did help me when I was stuck in the marines without medical.” John offered and nosed his brothers neck.

“I think he has a head injury and something wrong with his ribs.” John said, voice growing in panic. That is, till his brother called for him.

“Right here, Leo. You’re going to be okay now. I’ll be right here.” John took his brother’s hand, following closely as he was taken into a bedroom, then to a connected bathroom and gently laid out on the spacious floor.

“We need to get him cleaned up. John. This is up to you, but you have to be super careful, okay? Use my bath shower to do it. I’ll get everything I need to help.” she said calmly and left the brothers.

When she left, the door was shut leaving the two brothers alone in the bathroom together. Leonard sighed weakly and moved slowly to sit up a bit. He grimaced with every small movement, his hand lazily going to the bottom of his sweatshirt to try and get it off of his body.

He was hot now, burning up and ready to fall asleep. Leonard inhaled sharply and looked to his brother with a silent plead for help.

“M'think’ll feel better once m'clean, J.” He said quietly.

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#cute brothers nawww #the feels #i forgot the feels of this thread #isufferfromaviophobia

“Not well enough, but better.” John agreed and helped his brother to undress, taking hos own clothes off quickly, his own pain be damned. Scooping his brother back up gently he set him in the bath, running the water and knelt in there, eyes raking over his body, over the bruising, gently touching the skin near a dark bruise forming as guilt crashed over him.

His bruised and busted body? That didn’t matter. What mattered was that he failed his brother, failed to protect him. But now? Now he’d kill these bastards if they ever came near his brother again.

“I’m so sorry, Leo. I won’t let this happen again. I will die before I do.” he said firmly and half straddled his brother as he hugged him whilst the water washed over them from the shower head above.

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Spock undressed and found himself swiftly in his Vulcan robes, feeling almost at ease, lighting a few candles and incense around his room, ordering the lights to dim and prepared some tea.

It was a precious moment, one he had saved this special tea for, and perhaps the sweet spice may not be to Jim’s liking, but he hoped the meaning was caught.

If not, he’ll happily explain.

enterpriseparty:

Spock undressed and found himself swiftly in his Vulcan robes, feeling almost at ease, lighting a few candles and incense around his room, ordering the lights to dim and prepared some tea.

It was a precious moment, one he had saved this special tea for, and perhaps the sweet spice may not be to Jim’s liking, but he hoped the meaning was caught.

If not, he’ll happily explain.

Jim had made quick work at getting undressed out of his gold command shirt and the black slacks that he wore, once that was done he made quick work at putting his sweat pants and black shirt from the Academy on.

A happy smile graced the blonds lips at how far him and Spock had come as friends to lovers and soon to be bond mates. The thought made him even more happy and a little worried that Spock would regret his decision later on in his life. He quickly pushed it to the back of his mind so whenever he started making his way towards the shared bathroom, that Spock wouldn’t be able to pick up on that part of his feelings or thoughts.

{ enterpriseparty }

Spock knew Jim well, and it didn’t take a telepathy user to know his self-doubts. Which is why the Vulcan aimed to Show Jim just how much he meant to the halfling. When he heard Jim enter he turned, eyes smiling as he took in the potentially everyday academy gear, making his heart melt anew.

He’d rather no other.

“The tea is ready.” he said softly, motioning to the low table where the pot and two cups sat, almost nervous now.

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“Your lips look so lonely. Would they like to meet mine?” - Bones (this one made me giggle)

This was probably the worst pick-up line Khan had ever heard in his entire life, but yet it didn’t push him away at all. Although it was amusing and almost made him giggle he appreciated the words, the corners of his lips curled into a smirk as he cocked an eyebrow and observed the other for a second.

“There are other lonely parts of my body who would like to meet your lips as well.”

Khan could work with Leonard’s attempt to flirt.

#nsfw #sorry I took forever!!!!#intodxrkness

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Leonard almost preened under the praise, all nervousness falling away and he really got into it. He nipped and kissed just shy of the hole before diving back in, thumbs pressing at the edges of the ring of muscle, one slipping in slightly with his tongue.

Khan was amazing, his body perfect, he felt and tasted like heaven, his voice was his angel’s song and his presence was like the presence of God himself. Divine and untouchable, yet here he was, able to do such a thing to the man.

It drove him crazy.

The thumb slipping inside combined with that cheeky tongue caused Khan to moan deeply this time, body vibrating as his voice rolled through it, legs spread wantonly so Leonard had better access. Oh yes, Khan enjoyed this thoroughly, liked that nice wet friction down there, his skin so sensitive, tight hole twitching in need as his cock did.

Khan took deep breaths then, a hand pulling on nice clean sheets as he grinned, pressing his teeth into his bottom lip. It always felt so good to be worshipped like this…

Leonard groaned with Khan, keening when the augment spread his legs wider. He took his time, teasing, letting his thumb slip out and dip down to tease the space between balls and anus, scraping a blunt nail against the sack before tracking back up to tuck back in next to that eager tongue.

He loved this, love hearing Khan like this, knowing he was the only one who heard him lose himself, the only one to make him like this.

THat gave him a giddy sense of power he enjoyed.

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#jimtiberiusperfecthairkirk

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“I will prepare some tea.” Spock said, the idea of drinking rather than being able to touch his to be mate was frustrating, but he found the idea of sharing a rare Vulcan drink with his intended far more rewarding.

Patience. That is what he needed.

He moved to his room and his wardrobe and pulled out his robes, wanting to both be at ease and have his mate see all sides of him.

“Thanks Spock.” Jim gave Spock a quick kiss before turning and walking towards the shared bathroom, the blond took another look at the Vulcan and walked into the bathroom that they shared. He had the cheesiest of smiles on his face.

The blond was happy and excited at the same time, which rarely happened.

Once he was in his quarters, the blond made his way towards his chest of drawers and opened the one that kept his sweat pants and a black Academy shirt that he use to wear in his Academy days.

{ enterpriseparty }

Spock undressed and found himself swiftly in his Vulcan robes, feeling almost at ease, lighting a few candles and incense around his room, ordering the lights to dim and prepared some tea.

It was a precious moment, one he had saved this special tea for, and perhaps the sweet spice may not be to Jim’s liking, but he hoped the meaning was caught.

If not, he’ll happily explain.

;;a little rivalry goes a long way