[fic] Clouded Memories 3/4
Author's name:chibinecco
Written/Drawn for: asmallcrime
Pairing/Characters: Kirk/Spock
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: After an accident during an away mission, both Kirk and Spock somehow lose their memories. Not knowing where they are or who they are, they both must learn to rely and trust one another for their very survival. Along the way, dormant emotions rise to the surface, making the two men suspect that whatever they were in the past, it was probably a lot more serious and complex than mere friendship.
Warnings: Amnesia, extreme levels of sap
Disclaimer: Characters copyright Gene Roddenberry
That afternoon, James was full sated and sleepy as he leaned back against the log they usually sat on for dinner. Spock was inside, tending to 'Clint's' needs. James couldn't be happier.
"This is the life, isn't it, Spock?" He asked, smiling dopily up at his companion when Spock reemerged.
"I confess, our arrangement encourages a certain amount of contentment."
"Yeah, I don't even mind the fog anymore. If our being here is the result of some malicious influence, they did a terrible job of making us miserable."
"Indeed."
"Oh, hey, come here. I haven't taken care of your hands since lunch."
"That will be unnecessary." Spock said, folding his hands carefully behind his back.
That was when James noticed they were no longer wrapped up. "Oh, you mean they're all better?"
Spock nodded, silently.
James looked away, thinking. "You know, I meant what I said."
"To which statement are you referring?"
"That I'd still massage your hands once they were better. If you want, that is."
After some deliberation, Spock sat, stretching out his palm and James smiled.
They sat together in silence, enjoying each other's company as James focused on each knuckle, feeling the different textures of Spock's palm without the bandaging. As Spock began to pull his hand away, James made a decision, grabbing it back.
"Spock."
"Yes, James?"
James waited until Spock's gaze met his. "Spock, I don't know what our lives were like before this. I don't know if we were farmers; I don't know if we were strangers. Maybe, I was the captain of a starship, and you were my first officer. I honestly have no idea, but what I do know is how I feel now."
"And that is?" Spock's voice was soft, as if James would disappear should he speak too loudly.
"I care about you, Spock. I might even love you. I can't remember what love is like, but I know I would be more than happy to stay here, like this, with you, for the rest of our lives, however long that is."
"James," Spock breathed, and they were kissing. Leaning together over their hands, clasped together between them. Spock tugged at James' grip, leaning back until James was laid out over-top Spock, their bodies touching from head to toe as their lips and tongues nipped and bit. Moans filled James' ears.
"Oh, fuck, Spock," James moaned, looking down into Spock's face as he gently tugged Spock's pants down, freeing the other man's cock which was hard, leaking clear, slippery pre-cum over James' fingers. James painted slick trails over Spock, watching the beautiful face . "I want you. I wanted you that first night. I won't stop wanting you. No matter how many times I jerked off after dinner, I couldn't stop wanting you, and I hope I never do."
"James, please."
James didn't know exactly what Spock was begging for, but the way the man's voice jumped in pitch when James tightened his grip made him think he was at least on the right track.
"Spock." James buried his face in Spock's neck. Grinding his hips against Spock's, he pushed the other man into the ground, kissing and sucking at Spock's neck, climbing higher and closer to what was the best orgasm he could ever remember. Pleasure arched over his spine, pooling in his gut, ready to snap at the slightest prompt.
"James," Spock gasped. "I want you... too."
He came. Groaning and bucking and squeezing too tightly at Spock's length, James came explosively, closely followed by Spock. Cum shooting between them and dotting Spock's shirt. The bright white splashes absolutely gorgeous against the deep, royal blue of his shirt.
Collapsing against Spock's chest, James panted for breath. Both pleasantly exhausted by their activities.
"Well, that was..."
"Indeed."
James laughed. "Of all the things you could say, that's your response?" James looked up at Spock, chin propped on his hands.
Spock smoothed a hand over the back of James' head, lingering in the tangled, blond curls. "Your attentions were greatly appreciated."
"Hmm, thanks. We're both gonna need a bath tonight."
"My arm has yet to sufficiently heal in order to remove the splint."
James looked at the limb in question. "It's a good thing you don't need to bathe as often as I do. "
"My species does not perspire."
"No kidding?"
"I do not kid, James."
James grinned, kissing the tip of Spock's nose affectionately. "Come on. I'll help you clean up while keeping that arm of yours dry."
~
At the stream, James tugged Spock's hand, coaxing him towards the water. "Come on, this is where you bring 'Clint' when he needs a clean up, right? What's got you so antsy?"
"I do not relish the feeling of water."
"What? Did you grow up in a desert or something?"
Spock gave him a look. "I do not know."
"Right, sorry. I... never mind. Let's just get cleaned up." James let go of Spock's hand, turning to the water. He had hoped Spock would be willing to join him, but he wasn't about to force the man into something he didn't want.
"James."
James turned back around at Spock's request, finding himself pulled into a bruising kiss. Smiling into the kiss, James allowed himself to be taken, sharing everything he felt for Spock.
Slowly, they broke apart, Spock leaning his forehead against James'. "My regard for you is no weaker than your feelings for me," He said softly.
James smiled. "Thanks, sorry. Here, you don't have to get in." James toed off his shoes, stepping into the water and pulling off his shirt. "Come here."
Spock stood on the edge of the bank, watching James cautiously as James wet his shirt.
Standing, the blond man wrung out the excess water before dabbing at the dry spots of cum painting Spock's front. Focused on his work, James carefully wiped until the last of it was gone. bending, he dunked his shirt, allowing the current to rinse away the evidence of their amorous actions from earlier.
James turned back as he felt Spock's hand at his shoulder. "What?"
Spock didn't say anything, only pushed at James' shoulder until he knelt and sat in the shallow water.
"What?" James asked again as Spock knelt on the dry bank, reaching out and palming James' crotch. "Wait, Spock. What are you doing?"
"You intended that both of us be present in order to clean each other, did you not?"
"Yeah, but you said you don't like water."
"I find the pleasure gained from doing this," Spock squeezed and rubbed at James' cock, pulling a moan from deep in his chest. "far surpasses the unpleasantness of water."
James moaned, reaching up to pull Spock into a kiss as the other man opened his pants, reaching inside and stroking his hardening cock.
Legs spread, panting heavily, James drank in the quiet grunts and sighs of pleasure Spock released. His lover was as precise and efficient at this as he was in everything else he did, and James felt himself rocketing quickly towards the edge again.
James pulled back, fists clenching and unclenching on Spock's shoulders as he panted for breath. "Spock, I can't- I'm not-"
"Come, James. I wish to see you. Come."
The husky order of Spock's voice commanded obedience; and James obeyed, arching and shooting thick steams of milk from his cock. The white trails swirled before his eyes in the shallow waters as James gasped for air, swaying precariously.
Spock caught him moments before James listed completely sideways and fell into the water.
"Thanks," James said, shaking the pleasant dizziness from his eyes and looking up into Spock's face.
A deep green flush stained Spock's cheeks as his gaze took in James' form. "You arouse me."
James smirked, noticing the stubborn tent at the front of Spock's pants. "Do I?" He pushed at Spock's shoulders, pleased when Spock followed his guide, lying back beside the stream. Crawling up Spock's spread legs, James purred, "Relax. I'll take care of you."
"Yes," Spock sighed, his knees falling apart to make room for James as he began kissing and nipping at the black cloth covering Spock's thighs.
Steady fingers worked the clasp of Spock's pants, parting the fabric, revealing the hard column to James' hot gaze. Licking his lips, James lowered his mouth, kissing and nipping at the head of the cock before him. There was significantly less pre-cum than his own made. But what there was tasted spicy, like ginger and garlic. Even though James couldn't remember having eaten either, he recognized the flavors instantly, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.
He sucked for hours or minutes, bobbing slow and steady to the chorus of sighs and pants Spock gave him. Their sounds bathed his ears with ambrosia, and he smiled. A low moan quaked from his throat, trembling around Spock's length as the other man rested both hands over James' shoulders, demanding without words that he continue. Drawing his teeth lightly up the length got a moan and a buck, so he did it again.
"James, I am... close."
"How close?" James continued to stroke Spock's length with his hand as he asked the question.
"I am... unable to calculate at this time."
James laughed, diving back in and humming happily.
Spock moaned for him again, his hands trembling over James' head as he drew ever closer under James attentions. James wanted him to cum, wanted to taste that bitter spice on his tongue in it's purest form. Wanted to see Spock unravel for him again.
As if James had asked for it aloud, Spock trembled and came, shooting deep into James throat. Trying his best to swallow everything, James was unable to keep more than the first few gulps before he had to pull back, coughing.
"Sorry," James gasped.
"Do not apologize." Spock's voice was a deep timber. "I enjoyed your attentions... immensely."
James smiled, crawling up and lying beside Spock, ignoring the uncomfortableness of his wet clothes in favor of their closeness.
It was some time before either of them spoke again. Spock's fingers played idly with James' hair when the blond man did. "We should be getting back. It'll be dark soon."
"Yes; however, then we might repeat our actions in the comfort of a bed."
James grinned hopping up and pulling Spock with him. "I like your thinking, Commander."
~
The next few weeks continued in much the same way their first week had. Except now, James had taken to bathing in the mornings and spending the better part of the evening with Spock, exploring each other's bodies. It was about a week after Spock's splint had come off that he entered their shared room in the early morning.
"Hey, Lover." James mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he woke to find Spock gently rousing him with a hand on his shoulder. "Something wrong?"
"No; however, I believe 'Clint' is about to wake up."
"What, really?" That had James' attention immediately. He sat up, pausing only to stretch before he threw on his pants and proceeded into the other room where the man in red lay still asleep. "How can you tell?"
"When I gave him his morning meal, I felt a change in his thought patterns that I had not felt before. I sensed his body's reaction to becoming full."
"You can do that?" James looked back at his lover, amazed. "You never told me you could do that."
"I was not aware until this morning. If I focus on the thoughts of a willing or unconscious mind, I am able to discern a modicum of mental activity. I did not recognize the stimulus' presence until this morning."
"Wow. We're gonna have to look into that later." James turned back to their third man, wondering if he would awake, and hoping that when he did, he wasn't going to be a victim of the same memory loss they were. James had so many questions about their life before.
They waited silently for several minutes before Spock interrupted James' inner musings. "I cannot say with any certainty when he will awaken, only that I believe he shall."
James sighed. "Alright. We're running a bit low on food anyway. I don't think we should leave him to wake up alone though, and I'm still in need of a bath after last night." Spock had slipped a finger inside his ass, and it'd felt so good that he cried when he came.
"I propose that I take first vigil while you tend to your daily needs and forage for our food. When you return, I shall prepare lunch while you watch over him."
"Sounds like a plan." James pressed a kiss to Spock's cheek before heading out, grabbing his pack and clothes in the process.
~
'Clint' hadn't woken while James had been out digging tubers or cutting a chunk from one of several fungal colonies they'd found surrounding their campsite. Nor had he awoken while Spock had been cooking lunch. They'd spent the afternoon playing games inside, even though it meant they had to quit much sooner because it was dark.
"We're going to need to get some sleep soon," James pointed out remorsefully.
"Indeed."
"Do you think we'll hear him from the other room if he wakes up?"
"Unless we are engaged in coitus, I believe that I will be able to hear and awaken to any movement in this room."
"Oh, thank god." James breathed a sigh of relief. "I was so not looking forward to suggesting we sleep apart."
Spock smiled in that reserved way of his. "That will not be necessary."
"Speaking of coitus..."
James laughed, wrapping his legs about Spock's waist as the other man lifted him up, carrying him easily with one arm into the other room before dropping him to the bed and promptly attacking his neck.
Humming, while eagerly tugging at Spock's clothes, James almost didn't catch it when Spock asked, "Would you be amenable to allowing me inside you?"
"Like last night? Fuck, Spock, I think that was the best orgasm of my life. Of course I'll let you do that again."
"I was, in actuality... referring to something... more intimate."
"Such as?" James couldn't think of anything; but in the month and a half they'd been doing things to each other, it'd never once occurred to him to ask to have Spock's finger shoved up there.
"If you would allow it. I intend to insert my penis into your rectum."
James winced, both at the phrasing and the mental image. "Spock, as wonderful as your finger was, I'm not sure anything larger would ever fit up there. Why don't you try two fingers first, just to be safe."
"Your request is logical," Spock growled, pulling the last of their clothes off and leaving them in a neat pile by the foot of the bed.
James lay back, and Spock took position above him, sucking his first two fingers into his mouth and wetting them thoroughly before reaching down past James' cock and balls. He teased the puckered opening there with his first finger until it opened for him, accepting Spock's wet finger with an easy slide.
James moaned, pushing back and wrapping his hand loosely around his cock, which was hard and dripping with pre-cum. "Alright. Try the other one."
It felt okay at first, but it didn't take long before James was wincing at the slightest movement of Spock's fingers in his ass. The friction burned unpleasantly at his entrance, feeling tight and hot but not quite the ways he wanted it to.
Eventually, his erection all but a distant memory, James felt Spock remove his fingers, placing a gentle kiss on James' lips.
"I now understand your reluctance. I had not realized how much friction you felt. I believe some form of lubricant will need to be obtained."
"Yeah." James sighed, the mood officially murdered. "Stay?" He asked when Spock began to move away.
"I shall return shortly, however, I am still in need of release." Spock gestured to the thick, green cock waving jauntily up at James.
"No, let me." James pushed Spock willingly back into the pallet. Crawling down Spock's outstretched form, James kissed and nipped his way across his lover's body, coming to rest at the dripping, eager cock. With a low hum, James sank down and began to suckle.
"James..." Spock's fingers tangled in James' shaggy hair, brushing hard paths over his scalp, scratching against his skin. "More."
James was more than happy to obey, bobbing as deeply as he could, taking in everything Spock had to offer until his nose was pressed deep into the curls of Spock's pubes.
Well familiar with Spock's body after almost a month sleeping together, James made quick work in bringing Spock to the edge. Slowing only when Spock's thighs began to clench in time with his hands. Urging James for more just as James was giving him less.
"Please, do not... Do not stop."
James smirked holding Spock deep in his throat but refusing to move, settling, waiting. The heavy length on his tongue pulsed and throbbed. Begging in the way Spock couldn't. Desperate moans and gasps as he began to writhe, helpless victim to James' torture.
Closing his eyes, James took pity and resumed his movements, sucking, bobbing, thrusting squeezing all at the same time, all designed to pull Spock's essence from him, taste that alien garlic and spice.
With a choking gasp, Spock came, filling James mouth until it overflowed.
White spots dotted his chin, and James licked them up with gusto, climbing up to lie with his lover, arms wrapped loosely around Spock's chest as he cuddled up to the heaving side. "Good?"
Spock breathed a moment longer before he was able to reply. "I do not believe that word encompasses the extent of the sensations you gave."
James laughed. "Thanks, I liked it too."
Pulling the rough, wool blanket from the floor, Spock wrapped both arms around James, holding him close.
~
'Clint' didn't wake up for another two days, but around lunch, as James was sitting on the floor knocking stones, he heard a low moan. Looking up, he heard it again.
"Spock? Hey, Spock!" James called, forgetting about his game entirely. Another groan before 'Clint' began to shift, his head turning from side to side.
Spock hurried into the room just in time for both of them to see 'Clint' open his eyes. He blinked up at James' face.
"What? What happened?"
"Hey, welcome back. Good to see you finally wake up."
"How... how long was I out?"
"A period of 48.7 days has passed since the time James and myself regained consciousness."
"What happened? I... I can't remember... I can't remember anything."
"Hey, hey relax." James pushed the other man back down as he began to struggle against the weight of the blanket on him.
"Why can't I move my arms?" He began to pant with fear, panic creeping in from the corners of his eyes.
"You're fine. We took good care of you. You've just been asleep for over a month. You'll be up and moving about in no time."
"I... Start from the beginning."
James did, introducing himself and Spock, then explaining how none of them remembered. How they had woken up in the midst of a crash, pulling him from the wreckage before making it their home after it was safe. How they had settled into a routine.
"Okay... This is just..."
"A lot to take in. We know. Take your time. Just one thing."
"Yeah?"
"What's your name?"
'Clint' gave them both a wry smile. "Kevin Riley."
"Okay, Kevin. Well, it's nice to finally meet you."
Kevin laughed. "Thanks, you too."
"Do you need anything? We're about to have lunch, if you'd like to try some solid food, we've been giving you broth for a while, I don't know how well your body would be able to take it."
"Yeah. You'll probably need to feed me, but first ah... I really need to pee."
Spock stepped forward, lifting Kevin in his arms, draping one limp elbow over his shoulder. "You will be able to tend to the meal while I assist Kevin?"
"Yeah that's fine." James leaned over Kevin placing a light kiss on Spock's lips before pulling away.
"Wait, I thought you guys said you didn't remember anything from before the crash?"
James stopped in the doorway, looking back at Kevin. "We don't."
He left, sitting beside the fire and poking at their stew. The access panel they used as a stovetop had thankfully not warped as Spock had predicted, and so James was free to collect a few stones to knock while he kept and eye on the food and waited for his lover to return.
~
As it turned out, Kevin's range of motion was greater than they had originally thought. He'd needed Spock's help eating, but he was able to guide a bottle of water when lifted to his lips and even sit up for short periods unassisted, but it wasn't too long after lunch that he began to list to one side, nodding in and out of the conversation.
James yawned exaggeratedly, stretching his arms above his head. "I think I might have a nap, what about you Kevin?"
Kevin nodded sleepily, barely able to lift his arm over Spock's shoulders as the other man lifted him up. He was sound asleep before they even got him back to his room.
Back outside the room, Spock turned to James, a flicker of worry in his eyes. "I have not known you to take naps in the afternoon. Are you well?"
"I'm fine. I just figured Kevin could use an excuse to get some rest."
"I see. That was... thoughtful of you."
James smiled, tangling their fingers and pressing a light kiss to Spock's lips; but when he went to pull back, Spock wrapped both arms around James' waist pulling him in, using teeth and tongue until he managed to coax a heady moan from his lover's throat.
They both froze at the mumble of sound that came from the open door to Kevin's room, but he didn't wake.
"Shit," James chuckled, pulling Spock outside through the heavy, leaf curtain that was about ready for replacement again. "I guess we're going to have to figure out a way to have sex around him now."
"Indeed."
James smirked at Spock's usual reply, planting another kiss on Spock's lips before dragging him off in the direction of the stream.
~
It wasn't even a week later, Spock was helping Kevin as he relearned to walk while James nibbled at the leftover stew from lunch when a shadow passed overhead.
"What the fuck was that?" James looked up, reaching for the shrapnel knife he'd been using earlier to chop vegetables.
"I do not know." Spock had lifted Kevin, carrying the other man over.
The shape made another pass overhead, larger this time.
"Think we've finally found that fauna we were looking for?"
Spock's expression hardened.
"Sorry, Kevin, but I think it'd be safest if you waited inside," James said carefully.
"Yeah. I think you're right. Be careful." Kevin said as Spock carried him back into their home.
Spock returned outside, carrying his own knife as the shadow returned a third time, hovering overhead and growing larger. A great roaring whine getting louder and louder the closer it came. James stepped back until he was standing beside Spock.
"Think we're going to make it?"
Spock turned to James, giving his lover a hard, biting kiss before the shape cut through the fog, setting down a few feet from them.
It was a shuttle, Like theirs but slightly larger. The door fell outward, creating a ramp. They stood their ground, waiting carefully to see who, or what, came out of it.
A figure, dressed in a full suit of padded protection, stepped slowly out of the vehicle as the whine cut out. Lifting a hand to a button at it's neck, the person spoke. A male voice carried out to them.
"James Tiberius Kirk, you are under arrest for the assault of a Starfleet vessel, the murder of the twenty five crewman that were on that vessel, resisting arrest, and the kidnapping of Starfleet officers Commander Spock and Lieutenant Commander Riley. "
"The T stands for 'Tiberius?!'" James balked.
The man continued undeterred. "You have the choice to come peaceably or by force. Will you come of your own will?"
James turned to Spock. "I don't remember any of that. Do you?"
Spock made a curt shake of his head. "I believe we should go with him. He may have connections to our former life."
James hesitated. "I know, It's just... I like this life. With you, I'm happy." He glanced back at the man dressed in a full containment suit. Two more now stood to either side of him.
"I do as well, but if you truly did these things..."
"No. There must be a mistake. We'll find out. We'll find out, and we'll be back, or we'll go back to our lives before, but together this time. I promise you Spock." He pressed a determined kiss to Spock's lips, stepping forward and addressing the three figures with stunned expressions on their plastic guarded faces. "We will come with you willingly. There must be some mistake."
"There is no mistake, Kirk." One of them said, coming forward and clapping shackles to his wrists. "Once we get you out of this damn fog, you'll remember," he snarled.
James watched as the other two ran forward to Spock. "Are you alright, Commander?" one of them asked. "What did he do to Riley?"
"I am unharmed so is Lieutenant Commander Riley; however, he recently recovered from a coma and is unable to walk unassisted at this time."
"Dammit, Kirk. This is all your fault," One of them spat at James.
James blinked, taken aback at the sheer hostility coming from the newcomers, but if they believed him to be a mass murderer, it was no wonder they didn't like him.
James watched as the newcomers drew a levitated stretcher out of the new shuttle, moving past him into their home through the leaf curtain and back out with Kevin sitting in the middle.
"What's going on? James? Why are you... What's going on?"
"Relax, Kevin. It'll all be okay."
"No, it's not okay. There must be some mistake." Kevin yelled, trying to get up and nearly falling out of the stretcher, only settling when Spock stepped up to him.
"Calm yourself, Kevin. Whatever has occurred, it will resolve itself in time."
"Yeah, twenty to life." One of the men sneered, before cowing under the piercing glare of Spock's gaze.
"Any functioning judiciary system would be forced to assume innocence until proven guilty. If you respect your culture in any way, you will honor that assumption."
"Yessir," He said weakly, pushing Kevin along.
Inside the shuttle, James watched as Kevin was taken away to a small med-chamber. They forced James into a holding cell identical to Kevin's room back in their home. One cot, but instead of a leafy pallet it had a hard foam pad in it's place, the walls spotless chrome instead of the fire and weather tarnished walls of their home.
James turned at the sound of Spock's voice. "Open the barrier."
"But, commander. It's not safe."
"I will be the judge of that. I wish to sit with James, now open the barrier."
"I'm sorry, Commander, but I can't," The attendant said reluctantly.
Spock stood on the other side of the barrier, hand placed flat against the transparent surface.
James sighed, leaning against it from the inside. "I'm sorry. Maybe this was a mistake."
"If we had not complied, they would have taken you from me by force. This way, you show civility. We will know the truth soon.
Soon, the ramp to the shuttle closed and Jim felt the shuttle began to lift off. It was as if a fog had been lifted from his mind.
Apparently Spock felt it too, because he pulled away with a gasp, a jarringly loud, uncharacteristic gasp.
"Spock?" Jim asked slowly.
"I remember... Everything."
Chapter 4
Written/Drawn for: asmallcrime
Pairing/Characters: Kirk/Spock
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: After an accident during an away mission, both Kirk and Spock somehow lose their memories. Not knowing where they are or who they are, they both must learn to rely and trust one another for their very survival. Along the way, dormant emotions rise to the surface, making the two men suspect that whatever they were in the past, it was probably a lot more serious and complex than mere friendship.
Warnings: Amnesia, extreme levels of sap
Disclaimer: Characters copyright Gene Roddenberry
That afternoon, James was full sated and sleepy as he leaned back against the log they usually sat on for dinner. Spock was inside, tending to 'Clint's' needs. James couldn't be happier.
"This is the life, isn't it, Spock?" He asked, smiling dopily up at his companion when Spock reemerged.
"I confess, our arrangement encourages a certain amount of contentment."
"Yeah, I don't even mind the fog anymore. If our being here is the result of some malicious influence, they did a terrible job of making us miserable."
"Indeed."
"Oh, hey, come here. I haven't taken care of your hands since lunch."
"That will be unnecessary." Spock said, folding his hands carefully behind his back.
That was when James noticed they were no longer wrapped up. "Oh, you mean they're all better?"
Spock nodded, silently.
James looked away, thinking. "You know, I meant what I said."
"To which statement are you referring?"
"That I'd still massage your hands once they were better. If you want, that is."
After some deliberation, Spock sat, stretching out his palm and James smiled.
They sat together in silence, enjoying each other's company as James focused on each knuckle, feeling the different textures of Spock's palm without the bandaging. As Spock began to pull his hand away, James made a decision, grabbing it back.
"Spock."
"Yes, James?"
James waited until Spock's gaze met his. "Spock, I don't know what our lives were like before this. I don't know if we were farmers; I don't know if we were strangers. Maybe, I was the captain of a starship, and you were my first officer. I honestly have no idea, but what I do know is how I feel now."
"And that is?" Spock's voice was soft, as if James would disappear should he speak too loudly.
"I care about you, Spock. I might even love you. I can't remember what love is like, but I know I would be more than happy to stay here, like this, with you, for the rest of our lives, however long that is."
"James," Spock breathed, and they were kissing. Leaning together over their hands, clasped together between them. Spock tugged at James' grip, leaning back until James was laid out over-top Spock, their bodies touching from head to toe as their lips and tongues nipped and bit. Moans filled James' ears.
"Oh, fuck, Spock," James moaned, looking down into Spock's face as he gently tugged Spock's pants down, freeing the other man's cock which was hard, leaking clear, slippery pre-cum over James' fingers. James painted slick trails over Spock, watching the beautiful face . "I want you. I wanted you that first night. I won't stop wanting you. No matter how many times I jerked off after dinner, I couldn't stop wanting you, and I hope I never do."
"James, please."
James didn't know exactly what Spock was begging for, but the way the man's voice jumped in pitch when James tightened his grip made him think he was at least on the right track.
"Spock." James buried his face in Spock's neck. Grinding his hips against Spock's, he pushed the other man into the ground, kissing and sucking at Spock's neck, climbing higher and closer to what was the best orgasm he could ever remember. Pleasure arched over his spine, pooling in his gut, ready to snap at the slightest prompt.
"James," Spock gasped. "I want you... too."
He came. Groaning and bucking and squeezing too tightly at Spock's length, James came explosively, closely followed by Spock. Cum shooting between them and dotting Spock's shirt. The bright white splashes absolutely gorgeous against the deep, royal blue of his shirt.
Collapsing against Spock's chest, James panted for breath. Both pleasantly exhausted by their activities.
"Well, that was..."
"Indeed."
James laughed. "Of all the things you could say, that's your response?" James looked up at Spock, chin propped on his hands.
Spock smoothed a hand over the back of James' head, lingering in the tangled, blond curls. "Your attentions were greatly appreciated."
"Hmm, thanks. We're both gonna need a bath tonight."
"My arm has yet to sufficiently heal in order to remove the splint."
James looked at the limb in question. "It's a good thing you don't need to bathe as often as I do. "
"My species does not perspire."
"No kidding?"
"I do not kid, James."
James grinned, kissing the tip of Spock's nose affectionately. "Come on. I'll help you clean up while keeping that arm of yours dry."
~
At the stream, James tugged Spock's hand, coaxing him towards the water. "Come on, this is where you bring 'Clint' when he needs a clean up, right? What's got you so antsy?"
"I do not relish the feeling of water."
"What? Did you grow up in a desert or something?"
Spock gave him a look. "I do not know."
"Right, sorry. I... never mind. Let's just get cleaned up." James let go of Spock's hand, turning to the water. He had hoped Spock would be willing to join him, but he wasn't about to force the man into something he didn't want.
"James."
James turned back around at Spock's request, finding himself pulled into a bruising kiss. Smiling into the kiss, James allowed himself to be taken, sharing everything he felt for Spock.
Slowly, they broke apart, Spock leaning his forehead against James'. "My regard for you is no weaker than your feelings for me," He said softly.
James smiled. "Thanks, sorry. Here, you don't have to get in." James toed off his shoes, stepping into the water and pulling off his shirt. "Come here."
Spock stood on the edge of the bank, watching James cautiously as James wet his shirt.
Standing, the blond man wrung out the excess water before dabbing at the dry spots of cum painting Spock's front. Focused on his work, James carefully wiped until the last of it was gone. bending, he dunked his shirt, allowing the current to rinse away the evidence of their amorous actions from earlier.
James turned back as he felt Spock's hand at his shoulder. "What?"
Spock didn't say anything, only pushed at James' shoulder until he knelt and sat in the shallow water.
"What?" James asked again as Spock knelt on the dry bank, reaching out and palming James' crotch. "Wait, Spock. What are you doing?"
"You intended that both of us be present in order to clean each other, did you not?"
"Yeah, but you said you don't like water."
"I find the pleasure gained from doing this," Spock squeezed and rubbed at James' cock, pulling a moan from deep in his chest. "far surpasses the unpleasantness of water."
James moaned, reaching up to pull Spock into a kiss as the other man opened his pants, reaching inside and stroking his hardening cock.
Legs spread, panting heavily, James drank in the quiet grunts and sighs of pleasure Spock released. His lover was as precise and efficient at this as he was in everything else he did, and James felt himself rocketing quickly towards the edge again.
James pulled back, fists clenching and unclenching on Spock's shoulders as he panted for breath. "Spock, I can't- I'm not-"
"Come, James. I wish to see you. Come."
The husky order of Spock's voice commanded obedience; and James obeyed, arching and shooting thick steams of milk from his cock. The white trails swirled before his eyes in the shallow waters as James gasped for air, swaying precariously.
Spock caught him moments before James listed completely sideways and fell into the water.
"Thanks," James said, shaking the pleasant dizziness from his eyes and looking up into Spock's face.
A deep green flush stained Spock's cheeks as his gaze took in James' form. "You arouse me."
James smirked, noticing the stubborn tent at the front of Spock's pants. "Do I?" He pushed at Spock's shoulders, pleased when Spock followed his guide, lying back beside the stream. Crawling up Spock's spread legs, James purred, "Relax. I'll take care of you."
"Yes," Spock sighed, his knees falling apart to make room for James as he began kissing and nipping at the black cloth covering Spock's thighs.
Steady fingers worked the clasp of Spock's pants, parting the fabric, revealing the hard column to James' hot gaze. Licking his lips, James lowered his mouth, kissing and nipping at the head of the cock before him. There was significantly less pre-cum than his own made. But what there was tasted spicy, like ginger and garlic. Even though James couldn't remember having eaten either, he recognized the flavors instantly, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.
He sucked for hours or minutes, bobbing slow and steady to the chorus of sighs and pants Spock gave him. Their sounds bathed his ears with ambrosia, and he smiled. A low moan quaked from his throat, trembling around Spock's length as the other man rested both hands over James' shoulders, demanding without words that he continue. Drawing his teeth lightly up the length got a moan and a buck, so he did it again.
"James, I am... close."
"How close?" James continued to stroke Spock's length with his hand as he asked the question.
"I am... unable to calculate at this time."
James laughed, diving back in and humming happily.
Spock moaned for him again, his hands trembling over James' head as he drew ever closer under James attentions. James wanted him to cum, wanted to taste that bitter spice on his tongue in it's purest form. Wanted to see Spock unravel for him again.
As if James had asked for it aloud, Spock trembled and came, shooting deep into James throat. Trying his best to swallow everything, James was unable to keep more than the first few gulps before he had to pull back, coughing.
"Sorry," James gasped.
"Do not apologize." Spock's voice was a deep timber. "I enjoyed your attentions... immensely."
James smiled, crawling up and lying beside Spock, ignoring the uncomfortableness of his wet clothes in favor of their closeness.
It was some time before either of them spoke again. Spock's fingers played idly with James' hair when the blond man did. "We should be getting back. It'll be dark soon."
"Yes; however, then we might repeat our actions in the comfort of a bed."
James grinned hopping up and pulling Spock with him. "I like your thinking, Commander."
~
The next few weeks continued in much the same way their first week had. Except now, James had taken to bathing in the mornings and spending the better part of the evening with Spock, exploring each other's bodies. It was about a week after Spock's splint had come off that he entered their shared room in the early morning.
"Hey, Lover." James mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he woke to find Spock gently rousing him with a hand on his shoulder. "Something wrong?"
"No; however, I believe 'Clint' is about to wake up."
"What, really?" That had James' attention immediately. He sat up, pausing only to stretch before he threw on his pants and proceeded into the other room where the man in red lay still asleep. "How can you tell?"
"When I gave him his morning meal, I felt a change in his thought patterns that I had not felt before. I sensed his body's reaction to becoming full."
"You can do that?" James looked back at his lover, amazed. "You never told me you could do that."
"I was not aware until this morning. If I focus on the thoughts of a willing or unconscious mind, I am able to discern a modicum of mental activity. I did not recognize the stimulus' presence until this morning."
"Wow. We're gonna have to look into that later." James turned back to their third man, wondering if he would awake, and hoping that when he did, he wasn't going to be a victim of the same memory loss they were. James had so many questions about their life before.
They waited silently for several minutes before Spock interrupted James' inner musings. "I cannot say with any certainty when he will awaken, only that I believe he shall."
James sighed. "Alright. We're running a bit low on food anyway. I don't think we should leave him to wake up alone though, and I'm still in need of a bath after last night." Spock had slipped a finger inside his ass, and it'd felt so good that he cried when he came.
"I propose that I take first vigil while you tend to your daily needs and forage for our food. When you return, I shall prepare lunch while you watch over him."
"Sounds like a plan." James pressed a kiss to Spock's cheek before heading out, grabbing his pack and clothes in the process.
~
'Clint' hadn't woken while James had been out digging tubers or cutting a chunk from one of several fungal colonies they'd found surrounding their campsite. Nor had he awoken while Spock had been cooking lunch. They'd spent the afternoon playing games inside, even though it meant they had to quit much sooner because it was dark.
"We're going to need to get some sleep soon," James pointed out remorsefully.
"Indeed."
"Do you think we'll hear him from the other room if he wakes up?"
"Unless we are engaged in coitus, I believe that I will be able to hear and awaken to any movement in this room."
"Oh, thank god." James breathed a sigh of relief. "I was so not looking forward to suggesting we sleep apart."
Spock smiled in that reserved way of his. "That will not be necessary."
"Speaking of coitus..."
James laughed, wrapping his legs about Spock's waist as the other man lifted him up, carrying him easily with one arm into the other room before dropping him to the bed and promptly attacking his neck.
Humming, while eagerly tugging at Spock's clothes, James almost didn't catch it when Spock asked, "Would you be amenable to allowing me inside you?"
"Like last night? Fuck, Spock, I think that was the best orgasm of my life. Of course I'll let you do that again."
"I was, in actuality... referring to something... more intimate."
"Such as?" James couldn't think of anything; but in the month and a half they'd been doing things to each other, it'd never once occurred to him to ask to have Spock's finger shoved up there.
"If you would allow it. I intend to insert my penis into your rectum."
James winced, both at the phrasing and the mental image. "Spock, as wonderful as your finger was, I'm not sure anything larger would ever fit up there. Why don't you try two fingers first, just to be safe."
"Your request is logical," Spock growled, pulling the last of their clothes off and leaving them in a neat pile by the foot of the bed.
James lay back, and Spock took position above him, sucking his first two fingers into his mouth and wetting them thoroughly before reaching down past James' cock and balls. He teased the puckered opening there with his first finger until it opened for him, accepting Spock's wet finger with an easy slide.
James moaned, pushing back and wrapping his hand loosely around his cock, which was hard and dripping with pre-cum. "Alright. Try the other one."
It felt okay at first, but it didn't take long before James was wincing at the slightest movement of Spock's fingers in his ass. The friction burned unpleasantly at his entrance, feeling tight and hot but not quite the ways he wanted it to.
Eventually, his erection all but a distant memory, James felt Spock remove his fingers, placing a gentle kiss on James' lips.
"I now understand your reluctance. I had not realized how much friction you felt. I believe some form of lubricant will need to be obtained."
"Yeah." James sighed, the mood officially murdered. "Stay?" He asked when Spock began to move away.
"I shall return shortly, however, I am still in need of release." Spock gestured to the thick, green cock waving jauntily up at James.
"No, let me." James pushed Spock willingly back into the pallet. Crawling down Spock's outstretched form, James kissed and nipped his way across his lover's body, coming to rest at the dripping, eager cock. With a low hum, James sank down and began to suckle.
"James..." Spock's fingers tangled in James' shaggy hair, brushing hard paths over his scalp, scratching against his skin. "More."
James was more than happy to obey, bobbing as deeply as he could, taking in everything Spock had to offer until his nose was pressed deep into the curls of Spock's pubes.
Well familiar with Spock's body after almost a month sleeping together, James made quick work in bringing Spock to the edge. Slowing only when Spock's thighs began to clench in time with his hands. Urging James for more just as James was giving him less.
"Please, do not... Do not stop."
James smirked holding Spock deep in his throat but refusing to move, settling, waiting. The heavy length on his tongue pulsed and throbbed. Begging in the way Spock couldn't. Desperate moans and gasps as he began to writhe, helpless victim to James' torture.
Closing his eyes, James took pity and resumed his movements, sucking, bobbing, thrusting squeezing all at the same time, all designed to pull Spock's essence from him, taste that alien garlic and spice.
With a choking gasp, Spock came, filling James mouth until it overflowed.
White spots dotted his chin, and James licked them up with gusto, climbing up to lie with his lover, arms wrapped loosely around Spock's chest as he cuddled up to the heaving side. "Good?"
Spock breathed a moment longer before he was able to reply. "I do not believe that word encompasses the extent of the sensations you gave."
James laughed. "Thanks, I liked it too."
Pulling the rough, wool blanket from the floor, Spock wrapped both arms around James, holding him close.
~
'Clint' didn't wake up for another two days, but around lunch, as James was sitting on the floor knocking stones, he heard a low moan. Looking up, he heard it again.
"Spock? Hey, Spock!" James called, forgetting about his game entirely. Another groan before 'Clint' began to shift, his head turning from side to side.
Spock hurried into the room just in time for both of them to see 'Clint' open his eyes. He blinked up at James' face.
"What? What happened?"
"Hey, welcome back. Good to see you finally wake up."
"How... how long was I out?"
"A period of 48.7 days has passed since the time James and myself regained consciousness."
"What happened? I... I can't remember... I can't remember anything."
"Hey, hey relax." James pushed the other man back down as he began to struggle against the weight of the blanket on him.
"Why can't I move my arms?" He began to pant with fear, panic creeping in from the corners of his eyes.
"You're fine. We took good care of you. You've just been asleep for over a month. You'll be up and moving about in no time."
"I... Start from the beginning."
James did, introducing himself and Spock, then explaining how none of them remembered. How they had woken up in the midst of a crash, pulling him from the wreckage before making it their home after it was safe. How they had settled into a routine.
"Okay... This is just..."
"A lot to take in. We know. Take your time. Just one thing."
"Yeah?"
"What's your name?"
'Clint' gave them both a wry smile. "Kevin Riley."
"Okay, Kevin. Well, it's nice to finally meet you."
Kevin laughed. "Thanks, you too."
"Do you need anything? We're about to have lunch, if you'd like to try some solid food, we've been giving you broth for a while, I don't know how well your body would be able to take it."
"Yeah. You'll probably need to feed me, but first ah... I really need to pee."
Spock stepped forward, lifting Kevin in his arms, draping one limp elbow over his shoulder. "You will be able to tend to the meal while I assist Kevin?"
"Yeah that's fine." James leaned over Kevin placing a light kiss on Spock's lips before pulling away.
"Wait, I thought you guys said you didn't remember anything from before the crash?"
James stopped in the doorway, looking back at Kevin. "We don't."
He left, sitting beside the fire and poking at their stew. The access panel they used as a stovetop had thankfully not warped as Spock had predicted, and so James was free to collect a few stones to knock while he kept and eye on the food and waited for his lover to return.
~
As it turned out, Kevin's range of motion was greater than they had originally thought. He'd needed Spock's help eating, but he was able to guide a bottle of water when lifted to his lips and even sit up for short periods unassisted, but it wasn't too long after lunch that he began to list to one side, nodding in and out of the conversation.
James yawned exaggeratedly, stretching his arms above his head. "I think I might have a nap, what about you Kevin?"
Kevin nodded sleepily, barely able to lift his arm over Spock's shoulders as the other man lifted him up. He was sound asleep before they even got him back to his room.
Back outside the room, Spock turned to James, a flicker of worry in his eyes. "I have not known you to take naps in the afternoon. Are you well?"
"I'm fine. I just figured Kevin could use an excuse to get some rest."
"I see. That was... thoughtful of you."
James smiled, tangling their fingers and pressing a light kiss to Spock's lips; but when he went to pull back, Spock wrapped both arms around James' waist pulling him in, using teeth and tongue until he managed to coax a heady moan from his lover's throat.
They both froze at the mumble of sound that came from the open door to Kevin's room, but he didn't wake.
"Shit," James chuckled, pulling Spock outside through the heavy, leaf curtain that was about ready for replacement again. "I guess we're going to have to figure out a way to have sex around him now."
"Indeed."
James smirked at Spock's usual reply, planting another kiss on Spock's lips before dragging him off in the direction of the stream.
~
It wasn't even a week later, Spock was helping Kevin as he relearned to walk while James nibbled at the leftover stew from lunch when a shadow passed overhead.
"What the fuck was that?" James looked up, reaching for the shrapnel knife he'd been using earlier to chop vegetables.
"I do not know." Spock had lifted Kevin, carrying the other man over.
The shape made another pass overhead, larger this time.
"Think we've finally found that fauna we were looking for?"
Spock's expression hardened.
"Sorry, Kevin, but I think it'd be safest if you waited inside," James said carefully.
"Yeah. I think you're right. Be careful." Kevin said as Spock carried him back into their home.
Spock returned outside, carrying his own knife as the shadow returned a third time, hovering overhead and growing larger. A great roaring whine getting louder and louder the closer it came. James stepped back until he was standing beside Spock.
"Think we're going to make it?"
Spock turned to James, giving his lover a hard, biting kiss before the shape cut through the fog, setting down a few feet from them.
It was a shuttle, Like theirs but slightly larger. The door fell outward, creating a ramp. They stood their ground, waiting carefully to see who, or what, came out of it.
A figure, dressed in a full suit of padded protection, stepped slowly out of the vehicle as the whine cut out. Lifting a hand to a button at it's neck, the person spoke. A male voice carried out to them.
"James Tiberius Kirk, you are under arrest for the assault of a Starfleet vessel, the murder of the twenty five crewman that were on that vessel, resisting arrest, and the kidnapping of Starfleet officers Commander Spock and Lieutenant Commander Riley. "
"The T stands for 'Tiberius?!'" James balked.
The man continued undeterred. "You have the choice to come peaceably or by force. Will you come of your own will?"
James turned to Spock. "I don't remember any of that. Do you?"
Spock made a curt shake of his head. "I believe we should go with him. He may have connections to our former life."
James hesitated. "I know, It's just... I like this life. With you, I'm happy." He glanced back at the man dressed in a full containment suit. Two more now stood to either side of him.
"I do as well, but if you truly did these things..."
"No. There must be a mistake. We'll find out. We'll find out, and we'll be back, or we'll go back to our lives before, but together this time. I promise you Spock." He pressed a determined kiss to Spock's lips, stepping forward and addressing the three figures with stunned expressions on their plastic guarded faces. "We will come with you willingly. There must be some mistake."
"There is no mistake, Kirk." One of them said, coming forward and clapping shackles to his wrists. "Once we get you out of this damn fog, you'll remember," he snarled.
James watched as the other two ran forward to Spock. "Are you alright, Commander?" one of them asked. "What did he do to Riley?"
"I am unharmed so is Lieutenant Commander Riley; however, he recently recovered from a coma and is unable to walk unassisted at this time."
"Dammit, Kirk. This is all your fault," One of them spat at James.
James blinked, taken aback at the sheer hostility coming from the newcomers, but if they believed him to be a mass murderer, it was no wonder they didn't like him.
James watched as the newcomers drew a levitated stretcher out of the new shuttle, moving past him into their home through the leaf curtain and back out with Kevin sitting in the middle.
"What's going on? James? Why are you... What's going on?"
"Relax, Kevin. It'll all be okay."
"No, it's not okay. There must be some mistake." Kevin yelled, trying to get up and nearly falling out of the stretcher, only settling when Spock stepped up to him.
"Calm yourself, Kevin. Whatever has occurred, it will resolve itself in time."
"Yeah, twenty to life." One of the men sneered, before cowing under the piercing glare of Spock's gaze.
"Any functioning judiciary system would be forced to assume innocence until proven guilty. If you respect your culture in any way, you will honor that assumption."
"Yessir," He said weakly, pushing Kevin along.
Inside the shuttle, James watched as Kevin was taken away to a small med-chamber. They forced James into a holding cell identical to Kevin's room back in their home. One cot, but instead of a leafy pallet it had a hard foam pad in it's place, the walls spotless chrome instead of the fire and weather tarnished walls of their home.
James turned at the sound of Spock's voice. "Open the barrier."
"But, commander. It's not safe."
"I will be the judge of that. I wish to sit with James, now open the barrier."
"I'm sorry, Commander, but I can't," The attendant said reluctantly.
Spock stood on the other side of the barrier, hand placed flat against the transparent surface.
James sighed, leaning against it from the inside. "I'm sorry. Maybe this was a mistake."
"If we had not complied, they would have taken you from me by force. This way, you show civility. We will know the truth soon.
Soon, the ramp to the shuttle closed and Jim felt the shuttle began to lift off. It was as if a fog had been lifted from his mind.
Apparently Spock felt it too, because he pulled away with a gasp, a jarringly loud, uncharacteristic gasp.
"Spock?" Jim asked slowly.
"I remember... Everything."
Chapter 4