Authors Note: This is actually my second Star Trek fan-fiction, but the first one is in need of some heavy reconstruction, thus this one shall be published first. Out of order, I know it is odd but cela'vi.
Dedicated to AmyCoolz who has inspired me to actually write Star Trek Fan-fiction.
His body felt as if it were on fire, sweat slid down along his sides and gathered on his chest and stomach, dampening his hair so it looked as if he'd just gone swimming. His mouth was permanently open it seemed, his lungs pulling in the unwelcome hot, moist air making him feel as if he were drowning. He didn't move, he couldn't move. He'd grown so hot he'd stripped himself of all of his clothes in hope of cooling himself off, but to no avail, his body temperature did not lower a fraction. His head twitched and his eyes flickered open as he turned his head just slightly to see the owner of the hand that had gently caressed his head. He saw his beloved Spock, who was not only his first commander, but friend, and lover.
Spock was dressed in thin black robes that looked far to hot and made Kirk moan, licking his lips. Spock just smiled kindly down at him, gently petting his moist hair. Despite his kind smile, there was a bit of a predatory gleam too the half Vulcan's black eyes. He gently brushed several wet and sticky strands of curled brown hair from his Ta'hy'la's half lidded eyes. "Did you sleep well love?" He asked in a deep, pleasant voice. His smile only grew as his beloved shook his head from side to side lazily.
"It's to hot." he mumbled. Spock took a seat on the soft mattress of the bed, twisting his body ever so slightly to take a pitcher and pour his human mate a cool glass of water. He than turned and helped ease his lover let alone captain into a semi-up right position, easing the water to his lips.
Kirk attempted to swallow the cool welcomed liquid but his mouth and throat were so dry all he could do was cough, his body shaking as the water splattered from his mouth in a fit of coughing. Spock set the cup aside quickly and cradled the humans head shushing him as he gently stroked the side of his face. "Okay, there, there." He said softly. Kirk, once his coughing fit was over gazed up at the man holding him. He whimpered, his love was radiating so much heat, adding to the heat Kirk was already feeling, and yet he felt so much more comfortable in his arms.
"I'm so hot Spock." He said in a dry cracked voice. "So hot."
Spock gently ran his fingers along his lovers neck and across his collarbone.
"I know love, I know. But it was your idea to come to Vulcan so we would not repeat the incidents that took place during my last pon farr."
Kirk nodded. Indeed, it had been his idea, that way Spock could spend the more violent part of the pon farr under the watchful gaze of his mother, who was extremely protective of Kirk. Kirk often wondered how the woman had handled her husband's pon farr. After Spock had spoken his last words, Kirk felt a sadness wash through him, from the bond that they had melded nearly a decade earlier, only a year after their first mission. Kirk forced himself to raise his hand to gently cup his lovers cheek.
"Don't feel sad love, I know you didn't mean to hurt me, you would never mean to hurt me."
As his Ta'hy'la fell back into an uneasy sleep due to the over heating of his body, Spock couldn't help but let sadness wash over him. The last time he'd gone through pon farr he had grown so violent and abusive he'd nearly killed Kirk, after the pon farr had passed he could hardly look at his love without wanting to cry. Kirk had reassured him though, that he still loved him, and proved it by, almost forcing himself onto him, but they had taken in slow and steady and Spock knew that Kirk was not lying to him.
Spock gently eased Kirk back down onto the bed. "Sleep love, soon the blood fever will be down enough and my temper controlled that we'll be able to mate…and than return to the Enterprise, where its temperature can be controlled and cooled to your liking." He said calmly before standing and exiting the room where his captain was resting.
Amanda sat on the balcony looking over the Vulcan desert terrain, her son pacing back and forth, ever so often pausing to take a breath before his pacing continued. "Spock, do relax sweet heart."
"As illogical as it may seem to father, I am worried about James, he is not handling this Vulcan heat as well as we had hoped."
Amanda smiled, leaning forward slightly, the hot breeze blowing her scarf just slightly.
"Not many can, that is why the other half of your family has never come to visit."
Spock paused and gazed at her. "I mean, they tried once when you were just a baby, but the heat grew to be to much and they had to leave."
"But what if he cannot mate,"
"Sweetheart,"
"I'm not worried about me, but rather him, if this last for to much longer he could very well die, please mother, promise me something." he said bending at the waist slightly taking his mothers hands in his. "If James can no longer survive here on Vulcan please have father send him back to the enterprise."
Amanda gave her son a smile, easing one of her hands out of his and gently rubbing his smooth cheek.
"I know how much you love him, but do not worry."
Spock wished he could not worry, but his emotions seemed to run ramped whenever it came to his sweet Ta'hy'la.
Jim's eyes fluttered open and he panted for breath, licking his lips, his chest heaving a little faster than normal due to the thinner Vulcan atmosphere, making it hard for him to pull in the oxygen he required. Something had woken him, but still dazed and half asleep he couldn't quite figure out what it was. He licked his lips again, tasting the heavy amount of salt remaining on his skin. He was very thankful that Spock was taking good care of him, giving him plenty of water, that is when he could keep it down, and offering salt tablets to make sure his salt levels remained at a healthy rate. He blinked, his sense of hearing finally catching up to him. He heard a growl before a rather loud bang from the adjoining room could be heard. He shifted and tilted his head over so slightly, the soggy pillow beneath his head making the action a little harder than it should have been. There were no inner doors on Vulcan, all the rooms were merely connected with wide open archways, but despite this, Jim couldn't see who or what was causing the commotion in the next room. He was vaguely worried until the form of Spock appeared through the door, his presence drawn no doubt by the dry coughing which had lazily escaped Jim's dry throat.
Spock took a swift seat and gently began rubbing his fingers over the damp locks of his lover. "Are you alright love?" He asked. Jim nodded before licking his lips for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Spock…was that you…throwing stuff…in there?"
Spock gazed at him blank faced, a bit of an apprehensive air to him as he turned and picked up the water pitcher and poured a glass.
"You should really try and drink Jim." He said as he set the pitcher down and pulled Jim over to him, placing the smaller man between his legs in order to steady him, permitting him to rest against his chest. He wrapped his arms around and lifted the cup, guiding it to his lovers lips. "Here Jim, take a slow sip." He spoke, allowing his human mate to fill his mouth with the desired amount before he pulled the cup away just slightly and than used his other hand to gently massage his lovers pink throat, relaxing the muscles and easing the water down. This process was repeated several times, till Jim had consumed no less than three glasses of water. But even once the water cup was empty and forgotten upon the table, Spock did not remove Jim from his lap.
"Spock…you…you never answered me."
Spock tightened his grip, not enough to hurt but firm enough.
"Don't speak Jim." He said in a low, oddly un-Spock like tone. His lips neared Jim's ear and he whispered, "I don't know how long I can remain in control." He accented his comment by letting his oddly dry and feline like tongue slip between his lips and lick at the crest of the humans rounded ear, making said human gasp in surprise.
"S-Spock?" Jim stuttered, a little nervous, they weren't supposed to actually mate until the eighth day, the last day of pon farr for Jim's own protection…Vulcan's were mean and violent during this time in their lives…and Jim wasn't exactly in the best condition, let alone not nearly as strong as Spock when in his prime fighting conditions. He gasped as the hands that rested on his upper arms tightened farther and he was jerked ever so slightly. It was a fast crude motions, but enough to silence him.
"I said….Do not speak." Spock said in a threateningly low voice before punishing Jim with a quick sharp nip to the crown of his ear, pulling yet another gasp from him. It didn't really hurt, but it was shocking enough into making on think it hurt. The blood was so near to the ear that it bruised easily. In fact the little indents left by Spock's teeth had darkened already.
Spock nuzzled against the humans neck. "I'm sorry Jim…but…." He paused, inhaling Jim's scent. "I simply can't wait any longer."
Authors Note: The next chapter will be…smutty. Because Pon Far = rough smex.