Fight Night Part A
Title: Fight Night
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Words: 6575
Rating: R+
Notes: Fromst_xi_kink prompt: Ok, I'm tired of Jim always getting his ass kicked. He's had bar-fighting experience (which is pretty much the equivalent to street fighting - which is still pretty bad ass) and then, I have no doubt that he took advanced comabat fighting at the Academy. So, let's let everyone think that he lost against Spock b/c he sucked at fighting but Kirk really has some serious skillz.
A few months after Kirk is made Captain, Jim gets to show off these skillz and it makes Spock hot to realize Jim could have given Spock a run for his money, if he wanted.
(I firmly believe that without skill, brute force would not win against someone weaker but with more training than their opponent.)
Bottom!Spock
Somehow this turned much more epic than I anticipated, with a fluff ending...and for some inexplicable reason, I <3 Bottom!Spock...
Back in Iowa, Jim had been to many bars and been in many more bar fights. Sometimes they were instigated by him, other times it was in self defense. Either way, James Tiberius Kirk always won, and those rare times he did lose, the odds were too far stacked against him. Of course, that did not mean he was completely taken down. He always made sure to take as many down with him. And at times, he took them down all the way to jail with him. Being a social creature by nature, Jim was more than happy to have company spend the night with him in the jail cells.
When he was in a small bar in Riverside, Jim was once again in another fight, this time, against four very angry Starfleet cadets. The drunken euphoria he felt helped dull the pain of the punches and gave him the necessary edge to not fear and doubt his moves. Through all the fighting in his life, simple country boy Jim Kirk definitely gave Cupcake and his posse a run for their money. True, the numbers finally worked against him, but he really could not complain. He may not have won the physical fight per se, but he did manage to damage all the cadets’ precious pride. Throughout his life, Jim was proud of how he could handle himself in battle and made sure never to pull punches and always find some way to win.
That was why, he was confused as to why he had allowed Spock to thoroughly thrash him on the bridge the day Nero destroyed Vulcan. While he made sure to block all the necessary blows that would be crippling to his body, Jim did not make an effort to fight back. When Spock was gripping his throat, cutting off his air supply, Jim’s gut instinct was to fight back, and yet, he forced himself to allow the punishment. Later, he would wonder if it was because he saw it as some sort of penitence for saying those harsh and cruel words to a young man who lost not only his planet, but the mother he loved who loved him back. Despite his claims to the contrary, Jim knew that Spock could feel and did feel, strongly.
Even though the chances that Spock, emotionally unstable as he was, would harm him permanently, Jim was not afraid of it and not afraid of Spock. It was necessary to emotionally compromise him, but from what he could tell from the Vulcan’s reaction, it was something Spock needed. After leaving the bridge, Leonard McCoy entered doctor mode and began examining the bruises forming along Jim’s neck. The whole time, he grumbled about his friend’s idiocy about challenging a stronger Vulcan to a fight especially when Jim was a less than stellar fighter. Though the others remained silent, it was clear from the looks they shot him that they agreed with the doctor. On any other occasion, Jim would have postured and preened about his fighting, but suddenly, as he felt the dull throb around his throat, it did not seem important to correct them. There had been greater and more important things to take care of.
When Spock returned to the bridge after being relieved of his acting captaincy, he was calm and appeared to be at peace. As he suggested he beam aboard Nero’s ship and argued with Jim, they finally made eye contact. Previously, whenever they locked eyes, it was always a challenge to each other and always judging. There was still a challenging glint, except now, it was not directed at each other. Jim and Spock were challenging fate.
Once Nero’s ship was destroyed, the dead accounted for, and life moved on, Jim was captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise. It took a lot of effort, but eventually, Spock agreed to stay with Starfleet and become the first officer. Between Jim, Pike, and an elder Spock pestering him, Spock decided to act on a piece of advice, and do what felt right. And it really did feel right. It felt right to belong, not only in space and on the Enterprise, but by Jim’s side. Both knew that there was a potential for a life altering bond of friendship, but like all good things, it took time. There were bumps and bruises along the way, however, Jim and Spock managed to find a way around them and keep on fighting.
Six months into their five year voyage of exploration, nothing life shattering had occurred, thankfully, but there were definitely times when it could have been smoother and less prone to fighting tooth, nail and phaser. Nevertheless, against all odds and logic, Jim Kirk managed to make his cowboy diplomacy effective.
Much to Jim’s amusement and Spock’s chagrin, there was always an abundance of fighting. Jim was glad to feel the adrenaline coursing through his body as he threw punches left and right, dodged, kicked, and overall had a great time. Spock, on the other hand, was less than thrilled to be fighting, but the protection of the captain was his priority, so he fought beside his captain. While the captain was whole-heartedly throwing himself into the fray, Spock was responding in self-defense. Of course, that did not mean a Vulcan nerve pinch would not stray a little farther and take down an attacker with his back turned when he tried to sneak up behind Jim. It took some time, but eventually, all the attackers were on the floor in an undignified heap unconscious.
“Heh heh…that was a good time, eh Spock?” Jim asked between heavy breaths.
Breathing with a little more ease, but still out of breath, Spock cocked a single eyebrow.
“Captain, you consistently prove to me that your idea of a ‘good time’ is detrimental to our overall health.”
Jim let loose a loud chuckle as he carefully picked his way around the bodies to stand next to his first officer.
“Detrimental? We’re in one piece aren’t we? I’d say all’s well that ends well.”
“That is an oddly utilitarian expression.” Spock considered thoughtfully. He gently nudged a body with the toe of his boot. “However, you are correct. We are physically unharmed and the exit is three meters away. Once we are outside, we can reestablish communication with the Enterprise.”
“Then let’s not wait around here, who knows when more of those guys will come back.”
Running towards the exit with Spock close behind, Jim pulled out his communicator. The moment they were outside, he flipped the cover and signaled for the ship.
“Scotty, this is Kirk and Spock. Beam us up now.” he commanded.
A soft, high-pitched buzz rang in their heads as the scenery around them disappeared into a field of bright light. When the light faded, Jim and Spock were greeted by Scotty’s cheery face and McCoy’s grumpy one.
“Dammit, Jim. Would it hurt for you to think first, punch second?” McCoy growled as he roughly grabbed Jim’s chin and turned it side to side.
There were a few bruises along his face and knuckles, but nothing like the state their attackers were in.
“You know, Bones, I do know how to fight. I had over ten years of bar fights and I went through martial arts in the academy.” Jim half-heartedly defended himself with light humor. He had thought that his need to prove his ilk to the others would rear its ugly head again, but as time wore on, that need remained silent. It became clear that proving he could fight did not matter so much as it was that he was able to do so in order to keep his crew alive.
“Yeah, yet you somehow always manage to land in my sickbay.” countered McCoy.
“It is inevitable to sustain some injury, regardless of skill. Captain Kirk exhibited exceptional skill and execution in defending against the Tamarins.”
Both Jim and McCoy looked up at Spock with surprise, though Jim’s surprise immediately melted into something warmer and he beamed.
“See, Bones? ‘Exceptional skill and execution.’”
Rolling his eyes and then stabbing Jim in the neck with a hypospray when he least expected it, McCoy shook his head.
“Fine. I admit you sure know how to pull a rabbit out of your hat in a fight, but really, as a doctor and friend, I don’t like patching you up…or you for that matter.” McCoy pointed suspiciously at Spock.
“Believe me, Doctor, being in sickbay with you is not high on my priority list either.” Spock retorted blandly, but without some sarcasm injected into it.
As was their habit, Spock and McCoy spent most of their free time around each other bickering, baiting, and hassling each other. At first, Jim was disturbed that his best friend and his first officer, who was gradually becoming a friend, did not get along. However, over some time, Jim finally realized it was not as malicious as he and others had assumed. They were simply bonding over the only way two people of their differing personalities knew how. Of course, there were times when it did get a little tenser during stressful situations, but there were never long lasting hard feelings between them. Fighting was simply something all three of them would always be doing.
“Smartass Vulcan. I should drag you to sickbay and stab you with every hypospray in stock!” challenged McCoy.
“You may attempt to do so, Doctor. However, I am inclined to point out that your human physiology does not allow you such a freedom.”
Jim could not help but smile at his two friends’ antics. There was something relieving about seeing the people he cared about were nearby and more importantly, safe. He squeezed in between Spock and McCoy by placing an arm around each man’s shoulders. McCoy sighed dramatically while Spock tensed a moment at the physical contact, but gradually relaxed. Jim could feel the muscles begin to relax under his arm. Physical contact was not something Spock enjoyed on a regular basis. As far as Jim knew, the only person that had ever been allowed to touch him was Nyota Uhura. But that eventually ended at some point. Jim did not know the exact date, but Spock and Uhura amicably ceased relations. It was the cleanest break up he had ever heard or witnessed. They still shared a close relationship, one that could be misinterpreted as a continued one, which was why Jim had not been sure when they called the romantic part of their relationship off.
“Why you little evil elf! Go prance in a forest and fall off a cliff!” McCoy snapped back.
Spock just cocked an eyebrow.
“I am hardly little, Doctor, nor are there any forests or cliffs on the ship. Therefore your command is highly illogical.”
Before McCoy could growl another threat, Jim patted each of their shoulders and began leading them away from the transporter room with a grin.
“Now, now, children, let’s play nice here. We just got done with an all out fight; we don’t need another one so soon.” placated Jim.
All three friends strolled down the hallway until they reached the turbolift when Jim disengaged himself from them.
“Hey, Spock, I know we just got done fighting…but would you mind sparring with me a little bit?” Jim looked at Spock hopefully. “I’ve still got a little energy I need to get rid of.”
“No, Jim, I do not mind.” Spock answered.
“I don’t believe you two. Just take it easy on each other…and I mean you, Spock. Don’t go squishing Jim on accident or something.”
Spock regarded McCoy’s accusatory pointed finger with muted amusement while Jim rolled his eyes. He may have stopped caring more or less about what people thought about his skills, but sometimes it would be nice for not everybody to assume he was going to get his ass kicked. True, the few times most of the others saw him, he was being used as a punching bag. However, those times it did happen he was somehow restrained and being interrogated. He did not care how skilled a person is. If a person was pinned to the wall, he was going to get beaten up.
And for the other times when he was free to fight how he pleased, the security detail, usually including Cupcake, always intervened for his protection. That was how it always went. The only time he was not hassled over his fighting was when he was with Spock. Of course, that did not stop his first officer from always trying to dissuade him from getting into a fight or from being hesitant to leave Jim alone. But over time and the course of their missions together, Spock gradually became more confident in his captain’s ability to hold his own. Now it was time for Jim to really show him what he could do.
Through the course of their young relationship, Jim had never sparred with Spock. Their different schedules prevented too much interaction outside of their nightly chess games. Both men were curious as to how the other would fare in a fight with no interference. Spock had Vulcan strength and speed, while Jim had years of bar fighting and academy training.
They walked to the gymnasium together in companionable silence. When they arrived, only a few other crewmembers will milling about. Some were on the weights while a young pair of security officers wrestled on the mats. Everybody immediately stilled and stood at attention when Jim and Spock arrived. Jim told them all to go about their business as he found a free space in another area.
“All right, Spock, don’t hold back. You know I can take anything you dish out.” Jim challenged as he pulled off the gold command shirt so he was in his black undershirt.
Spock followed suit and soon they were both staring each other down. Jim slowly began sidestepping with Spock mirroring his moves. They assessed each other’s strengths and weaknesses, then, they lunged at each other.
Jim attempted to grab a hold of Spock, using standard wrestling and judo. Having anticipated this, Spock made sure to step back and block any attempts at reaching him. Frowning in concentration, Jim began circling again as he tried to figure out a way to outfox his opponent. Likewise, Spock was also trying to gauge Jim’s next action. Though he was able to counter his first attempts, Spock was surprised at the speed and accuracy behind the moves. Were it not for his reflexes, it would have most definitely turned into a grappling match. That style of fighting was distinctly at his disadvantage and Jim knew it. They had watched each other’s backs in battle and learned what to expect out of the other. Jim knew Spock avoided prolonged direct contact, like grappling, and was a defensive fighter. However, Spock knew Jim was aggressive and always liked to be making the first move.
Blows were exchanged, but nothing serious enough to even bruise. Once more they separated and circled. It turned out that Spock was not only stronger and faster than most humans, he was also well trained in hand to hand combat. For every attack, Spock had a perfect counter. As they collected their thoughts and control their breathing, Jim asked,
“Hey, what style are you using? I would know if they taught something like that at the academy.”
“It is called Suus Mahna. Vulcans are trained in this martial art from a young age. It harkens to the ancient time on Vulcan when we were a warrior race.” Spock explained.
Jim was surprised.
“Really? Vulcans were a warrior race? Warrior as in lots of fighting and killing?” he asked incredulously.
“Affirmative. It was a time before Surak taught logic and control over emotion.”
Nodding his head slowly, Jim suddenly snapped his fingers in recognition.
“Oh wait! That move you did when that guy tried to kill me today, was that part of this ‘suus mahna’ thing?”
Tilting his head to the side, Spock answered,
“Yes. That particular technique is called tal-shaya. It was considered a merciful method of execution during ancient times. I do not regret using it to save your life, but I do find it regrettable when life must be taken at all…”
He drifted off towards the end and stared somewhat blankly at the floor. Jim bit his lip. Over the last several months, he had come to recognize that Spock did it whenever his mind went to darker places. It had gotten better over time and would continue to do so, but the loss of Vulcan was still fresh in his mind. Spock happened to notice Jim’s worried expression and immediately straightened and re-focused on the task at hand.
“My apologies. As I was saying, though Vulcans embrace logic above all else, many of the physical aspects of our ancient culture remain. It would not do good to become reliant on our minds and neglect the strength of the body.”
Jim just smiled and felt relieved. Spock too felt relief when he noticed the human relax. It was strange that the human that had fueled his anger had been the one to express the most compassion. For some reason, when Spock looked back on that event with the clarity of retrospect, he realized that out of the crew, Jim was the only one who truly understood what Spock was feeling. That was disconcerting. He wondered if Jim could also understand what it meant to a Vulcan that he was so emotionally in tune with him.
“Yeah, well, you don’t have to worry about the strength of your bodies. You especially got that one down pat.” Jim said with a broad grin.
Immediately seeking inner control, Spock tried his hardest to suppress the heat flooding to his face. While he was successful for the most part, a light shade of green still flushed his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Jim was torn between concern and amusement. He was concerned that he might have said something wrong, but also amused that he was able to make Spock blush.
“You okay? Did I say something wrong?” he asked.
Shaking his head and clearing his throat, Spock attempted to cover up his embarrassment.
“Negative. You have said nothing wrong. I was…not anticipating a compliment in this manner. Such a comment is unusual for me to hear…that is all.”
“Seriously? I would have thought you’d be at the top of your martial arts class or something.” Jim said with a hint of incredulity.
“At the academy, it was simple enough to just be stronger than the others. However, that is not saying much, considering majority of my opponents then were human. On Vulcan though,” Spock paused a moment and almost sighed audibly. “I was the weakest. Being half human made it more difficult for me to master even the simplest of techniques and I was frequently bested in any type of fight.”
Something in Jim began to boil. The thought of another person beating up on Spock, and probably enjoying it, did not sit well with him. The voice in his head said it was because Spock was a friend and friends do not let others bully their friends. Then there was a tinier voice that did not say so much as it nagged at the fringes of his mind. Jim was unable to properly define what he was feeling, but that did not concern him. He felt what he felt and he accepted that. Spock also sensed Jim’s feelings of anger and vague frustration. Spock considered Jim with a bemused expression.
“Captain? I apologize if what I said has caused you to become upset. It-“
“Doesn’t matter. Sorry to get like that. I just don’t like the idea of other people beating you…meh, ignore me.” Jim interrupted.
“I frequently do.” responded Spock without missing a beat.
He arched an eyebrow upward at the pleasantly surprised expression on Jim’s face.
“In all seriousness though, Captain, I was not always bested in combat. One notable occasion being the time another student insults my mother and I responded with an emotional outburst.” He should have been more ashamed at admitting such a thing, but Spock found it did not matter when talking with Jim. “To this day, his nose was never the same.”
This caused Jim to break into barks of laughter. The mental image of a little Spock beating the face in of another student was priceless. Having been on the receiving end of an emotional outburst, Jim could only imagine what it must have been like. It also made Jim realize he wanted to see the same intensity from Spock that he felt on the bridge, but this time, he desired nothing more than to fight back and subdue him. Jim had to shake his head vigorously. He had no clue where that last thought came from and chose to ignore it.
“Wow, makes me glad you went for my throat. It would be a crime against the universe to damage this face.” Jim joked.
“Indeed.” Spock said without thinking.
If Spock were a human, he would have slapped his face into his palm at his lack of control. But, since he was trained in the Vulcan ways, he schooled his expression into neutrality and changed the topic.
“Have you had sufficient time to rest?”
Suppressing his desire to grin, Jim nodded his head and took his stance.
“You bet. Now let’s finish this.”
Bowing his head slightly, Spock moved into a defensive position. Jim knew that Spock would be waiting for him to charge in, fist pulled back. However, he was finding that the Vulcan’s logic also applied to fighting. So, he finally decided to approach the entire thing like he did their chess games; he moved as illogically as possible.
Sure enough, his lack of consistency and frequent shifts in style continued to throw Spock off balance. Instead of blocking and then countering, Spock spent all his time defending himself and even that was beginning to be difficult to do. He felt his temperature rise, his respiration increase, and his pupils dilate knowing that the cause of the reactions was not solely related to the combat. But above all else, Spock felt something reach out in his mind. Trying his hardest to bring himself under control only resulted in the mental pull to become stronger. It was important he stop the fight and meditate. The only problem was, he did not want to nor did he think he could, even if he wanted to. Something was happening and it was beyond his control.
And Spock was not the only one slowly losing his control. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jim realized he was being far more aggressive than a sparring match warranted. Regardless of the little voice telling him otherwise, Jim continued to attack. The need to dominate Spock gradually became the sole driving force.
Spock gritted his teeth as a particular forceful punch glanced across his chin. The way Jim was fighting was completely different from when they fought on the bridge. It dawned on him that Jim consciously chose to hold back on the bridge that day. Suddenly, the pulling on his mind became stronger and more incessant. Some driving force brought forth the instinct to fight back.
He blocked a particular nasty kick his way and used the brief moment Jim was caught off guard to send a punch to Jim’s solar plexus. The blow forced Jim to reel backwards from the force and losing no momentum, Spock charged forward intent on finishing the fight for good. However, Jim was nothing if not resourceful. When Spock got near, Jim dropped lower to the floor and met him head on by tackling him around the waste. They both tumbled on to the mat in a heap.
Rolling across the floor, tugging and kicking, Jim and Spock fought to be the one on the top. Nothing else mattered and time did not pass for them until finally, one of them pinned the other to the floor.
“I win. You. Are. Mine.” Jim growled into Spock’s ear.
Jim was straddling Spock’s back and pinning his arms under his weight. His other hand was holding Spock’s head to the floor as he leaned down and breathed heavily into Spock’s ear.
“Tell me.” he commanded huskily.
“I am yours.” Spock breathed out in instinct.
A small grunt of confirmation from Jim and Spock was suddenly flipped around and pulled into a sitting position so now Jim was straddling his lap. In one fluid movement, one Spock did not know Jim was capable of, the captain stood up dragging Spock up with him. Not even waiting for any type of confirmation, Jim grabbed his wrist in a bruising grip and dragged him towards the locker rooms. On any other occasion, Spock would have fought back and refused to be manhandled in this way, but right now, he wanted nothing more than to follow Jim.
Various crewmembers hurried to get out of their captain’s way and when the few who were in the locker rooms saw Jim dragging Spock behind him, they knew to drop what they were doing and leave. When the last person exited, Kirk whirled around and slammed into Spock. He pressed him against the wall and began kissing him. As he continued to nip and bite, he had the presence of mind to lock the door.
“Seal doors. Open only with captain’s authorization code.” he managed to tell the computer before resuming his conquest.
With the remaining bit of logic and reasoning he had left, Spock pushed off from the wall and simply used his superior strength to move Jim towards the showers. If things were going where he was 99.99% positive they were going, the showers would be the most logical location.
By now though, Jim was through with any type of logic and did not approve of being shoved. He gripped Spock’s shoulders forcefully and again, pressed him against the wall. While Jim began attacking his mouth again, Spock managed to trigger the shower. It was one of the few locations that actually had flowing water. The hot water soaked their shirts and clung to them uncomfortably. Jim would have none of that. He tugged impatiently at the hem of Spock’s shirt and began pushing it up. It did not want to cooperate and neither did Spock. When Jim tried to break the kissing and tongue ravishing, Spock made a disgruntled noise and pulled him close again. Finally, he was able to work the shirt off of Spock and immediately trailed his kisses and licking downward.
Just as unsatisfied with the shirt, Spock also sought to rid Jim of his clothing. It was easier for him to just use his strength and more or less tear the shirt off. Jim grinned into one of his kisses when he was able to press his body into Spock’s. Still keeping him pinned, Jim shoved his thigh in between Spock’s legs and pinned his wrists above his head. Twisting and grinding their hips, Jim and Spock slid down the wall so they were now sprawled out on the floor of the shower stall. Now that the shirts were out of the way, Jim knew the next logical step was to remove the remaining clothing.
Water continued to flow over them as Jim straddled Spock’s hips and leaned forward to suck on the vein, feeling the increasingly heavy pulse. Spock did not even bother to suppress a moan. Completely at his mercy, Spock no longer needed to be held down. Jim slid his hands over part of Spock’s body and raked his fingernails across his chest. His hands traced down his stomach and across his hips. Spock squirmed under his ministrations and mewled softly.
“You like that, don’t you?” Jim smirked.
“I find your current actions most…mm…yes. Yes, I do.” Spock muttered in between pants.
That was all the incentive Jim needed. He grinned into a particular violent kiss as he used his body to spread Spock’s legs wider. One of his hands slid up a slick thigh while another slipped behind. Spock gasped softly at the sudden, but painfully pleasant intrusion. Jim nipped at his chin as his hands continued to stroke and invade.
After painstakingly long moments, Jim finally pressed himself into Spock who bit back a moan and gripped Jim’s shoulders in a vice-like grip. He tried to shift his position and weight to relieve some of the pressure in his body, but Jim kept a tight hold on his hips and prevented any type of movement. Unable to hold back any longer, Spock let out an audible gasp as Jim began moving. While he continued to thrust in and out, he licked and sucked his way up Spock’s chest until he came to his lips. With another airy gasp from Spock, Jim forced their mouths together and invaded the mouth with his tongue.
The intimate contact between their bodies caused Spock’s telepathy to go haywire, and combined with the overwhelming physical sensations, he surrendered completely. His hips jerked and began matching the pace set by Jim. Completely entranced by his actions and feelings, Jim continued to aggressively and sloppily kiss Spock. One hand loosened its grip on the hip and slid between their bodies. Somehow, Spock managed to prevent a concussion when he threw his head back. It was unbecoming for a Vulcan to start panting, but at the moment, Spock could care less. He felt himself reaching his climax. Control meant nothing. He was not in control and he reveled in such a sensation.
Even though Spock was one of the quietest partners Jim had ever taken, he could feel just how thrilled and utterly satisfied Spock was. Knowing that, it was the last straw as he gave one final thrust before slumping on top of Spock panting. As the adrenaline began to wear off, Jim’s thought processes began working again.
“…Well, shit…”
He pushed himself onto his hands and studied his first officer, who was also out of breath. Spock was a wet mess, but he still looked as proper as ever. One eyebrow was arched upward in amusement.
“If you are expressing your surprise, then I must concur.” Spock took a deep breath and slowly brought his mind under control. “I could not have anticipated this from occurring.”
In a somewhat awkward manner, Jim and Spock managed to separate and prop their backs against the shower wall. Jim looked over at Spock curiously.
“’This?’ What is this?” he motioned to Spock and then to himself. “Just so you know, I don’t usually go around dragging my sparring partners into the showers and have my filthy way with them.”
Both men were blushing brightly, and not because they had just finished a strenuous activity. Jim was almost painfully uncomfortable with the situation and what it might imply. Spock was also uncomfortable, but for a different reason. With his mind back under control, he was able to examine what had happened with a critical eye. It both shocked him and pleased him. He only hoped that Jim would reciprocate his feelings.
“I do not doubt it…However, in this instance…I believe a bond is forming.” Spock tried to explain.
“Bond? ‘Kay, when two guys bond, it usually involves porn, food, or sports. Having crazy sex in the shower isn’t that normal.” Jim’s voice was borderline hysterical.
“A bond with a Vulcan is different from humans…It is more than friendship, but not marriage.” he could see the visible relaxation on Jim’s face. “It is still new, and it will require closer examination, but I am certain you are t’hy’la.”
Taking slow, deep breaths, Jim regulated his breathing into a more normal rate.
“T’hy’la, huh? That sounds fancy.” Jim thought aloud. He rubbed his shoulder absentmindedly. “How did this happen though? And why the hell did I suddenly need to…uh, do that?...”
“It is a custom that harkens back to pre-reform Vulcan when we were still warriors. It is a rare type of bonding between mutually compatible minds…” It was easier for Spock to switch into lecture mode. Everything was embarrassing enough and it helped him hide it. “You felt a need to dominate, did you not?”
Jim nodded his head.
“When a bond formed, it was not uncommon for a…” Spock drifted off as he searched for the right words. “Dominate and submissive mind set to form…as well…”
A thick silence descended upon them so the only sound was the flowing water. Jim gnawed on his bottom lip while Spock studiously stared at the floor. He had a feeling that he did not describe the bond that well.
“But that’s…I mean…I’ll admit I felt and still do feel an attraction, but…” Jim swallowed. “I don’t want, I mean, the whole idea of dominating is sort of…yeah…”
Spock kept his head bowed, but glanced up at Jim.
“I do not mean it in the same way humans tend to use the word…I…” Again, Spock uncharacteristically fumbled for words. “It is not against my will…this bond can only form when two minds are in harmony…that is, the feeling is mutual, so I am…not against…this.”
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Jim could not help but think Spock was kind of cute mumbling and blushing a light green as he continued to study the floor. The attraction was there and obvious enough, so Jim decided to treat it like everything else. He charged head first and would deal with the consequences later. Jim scooted closer to Spock so he could lean forward and rest his forehead against Spock’s.
“As long as you want this. I don’t half-ass things, so I’m in for the real deal.”
Spock glanced up again and met Jim’s gaze. The light green blush spread further and grew a deeper shade. Jim smiled at Spock’s quizzical and hopeful expression.
“Yes, Spock. It means I’m okay with this. Let’s see where this thing goes then, shall we?”
He held out his hand and Spock tentatively reached out for it.
“Agreed.”
The corners of his mouth twitched upward ever so slightly, which made Jim grin.
“So how about we stop using up all the water and explore this somewhere else?” he suggested in a sultry tone.
Up went Spock’s eyebrow and the tiny smile turned into a subtle smirk.
“I concur. You present a most logical suggestion.”
Part B