Kirk POV

Khan's eyes opened. Everything looked blurry and there was a bright light in his face. He winced and let out a low growl as he turned his head away from the over stimuli.

"Hey." the Captain spoke... Khan remembered that voice before he tried to kill him. But, he was out of it... he couldn't fight anymore. He knew from the pain in his arms and thighs that this wasn't a dream.

"S...Starfleet...Regulations..." His deep baritone echoed.

"Yeah, but you left my friend behind... I can't leave you here in silence so you gotta keep quiet and not say a fucking thing." Jim spoke.

"Can I see him?" Khan asked.

Jim squeed on the inside and tried not to let out the excitement he so desperately wanted to show because the only thing that could match the same level of excitement at the moment was punching the Red Alert system button.

He didn't dare try, because his First Officer would be pinching his nerve so hard that he'd pass out for a week. He shuddered briefly at the thought of Spock's newfound Vulcan rage that he always kept so deeply inside. Jim wanted to know what it felt like... but in a different perspective...

Khan was Leonard's Spock...

Jim watched as Khan stirred, getting used to using his limbs again. He was so lethal yet dashing and Jim couldn't wait to see Bone's face.

McCoy woke up in Jim's bed, startled awake by Spock. The Vulcan was literally shaking him to the point of Leonard almost on the floor.

"Jesus..." He muttered as he pulled himself up.

"Where's Jim?!" Spock asked abruptly.

McCoy had to do a double-take at Spock because for once he didn't call him Captain. It was cute if Leonard didn't dislike the hobgoblin so much.

"I don't know." He said, rubbing his temple with a palm. He watched in shock as Spock let out a little hiss as he let the hem of McCoy's shirt go.

What the hell... McCoy thought.

"I'm just fine." Spock retorted.

Can he hear my thoughts?! McCoy asked himself.

"Correct." Spock answered.

"How?!" He said aloud.

"I do not have the proper information to enlighten you, it is just as implausible to my knowledge as well, Doctor." the Vulcan spoke.

"Hmm..." Leonard got up and headed for the door. He watched Spock inhale the air...

"Were you poisoned?" He simply asked.

"No, wait I ate this Andorian thing and... yeah maybe I was?" Leonard mumbled.

Spock POV

The Vulcan made his way hastily down the engineering deck where the supposed Captain was rumored to be. He had no knowledge of how he could hear the doctor's thoughts, but it was probably a new symptom from the fever he'd gotten last night; he'd been able to meditate it away, but he still felt fatigued. He stepped from the turbo lift and saw Scotty and Chekov having a really heated conversation, but they stopped as soon as he was in earshot.

"Where's the Captain?" He asked them.

"He vent to hiz room." the Russian answered.

Spock turned around and almost ran right into his blonde captain.

"Jim..." He huffed. Kirk beamed a smile at him and hugged him rather tightly.

God, I missed you... F...Fuck so powerful...

Spock's brow quirked as he relayed this new information from Kirk's mind. He pulled away and heard an audible pout from Jim. Before he realized what Kirk was doing, he reached down and clasped his hand firmly around Spock's.

The Vulcan turned five shades greener, obviously blushing at the obscenely romantic gesture.

Whoa... What th...hell... He could hear Jim utter. He flinched and watched Spock pull his hands away.

"C... Captain... are you aware of the Vulcan traditions or what is acceptable as in public affections" Spock almost panted.

Jim was amazed, intrigued, and utterly moved by the tingling spark that just pulsed through his fingers, up his arm, and somewhere far deeper...

Is this anything like what sex with a Vulcan would be like?

Spock's frame went rigid as he felt Jim's palpable excitement. What could he even say to that?

"It's a rather intimate...kissing gesture in my culture." Spock folded his hands behind his back and turned, leading Jim towards the mess hall. It would take all night for the Vulcan to recover from both the thoughts and the energy that pulsed between them.

McCoy POV

He wandered around until he made it back towards his own room. He pulled off his blue medical shirt and slumped it over a chair, opened his fridge and took out a beer. He slumped on the couch and formed into a fetal position around a pillow.

Khan was right behind him, like a wolf stalking a fawn... an obsessive fawn at that; he wanted to chuckle, but held it in for the element of surprise. He stretched his arms and grabbed Leonard by his hair and pulled him back, tilting his head back far enough to plant a first heavy kiss on the good doctor. He let out a muffled sound.

"Khan?!" He uttered, tears running down his face and Khan was surprised to find himself wiping them away and kissed him again. He watched the doctor's face light up and he'd thought he'd put on blush makeup by the way his face started to look, but he knew better. Khan slipped around the couch and sat down next to him. His powerful frame filled the space between them and even Khan was uncertain quite exactly where this was going. Khan tasted like smoke and some spice he couldn't quite identify, but it was intoxicating...

Leonard could feel Khan groan and it vibrated against him.

If Khan's was as hot as Leonard remembered, then his groans were pure as heroin.

Leonard felt himself harden against his black work pants. His brow furrowed and he started to panic because it had been too long since he'd had anything remotely romantic since his divorce, and now Khan was here by some grace of God... and now he was going to ruin it because he couldn't control himself. He turned his head away in disgust with himself...

Until he felt Khan's pale hand press against him...

"Hnnnn..." Leonard was at loss for words. Khan leaned forward and inhaled his scent, pressing his face into Leonard's warm neck, causing him to shudder. He smiled against the skin and Leonard could feel it. He couldn't hide his own from relief.

"Show me..." Khan uttered as he tugged at Leonard's black undershirt. McCoy didn't want to lie, he drank a lot and he'd let himself go enough to be a bit noticeable... He blushed furiously.

Khan didn't wait and he tore the shirt up and over the doctor's head. His ice blue eyes widened in surprise and he leaned down and latched onto Leonard's nipple.

He sucked in a harsh breath. No one bothered to mess with those and McCoy felt almost shocks there, apparently he was incredibly sensitive there and never knew it.

Khan bit down, causing the doctor to jerk beneath him. He whimpered as the augment pinched and tested him. Khan pulled back with a pop as he looked down appreciatively.

"Shall we begin?" He teased. McCoy let out a soft chuckle as Khan pulled him lower beneath him. He slipped off his own dark shirt and pulled Leonard's legs up and felt his inner thighs press up against his hips.

He fit perfectly...

The sudden lift of his legs and then his pants were being pulled off, everything started to get a little hazy.

"K...Khan." Leonard huffed. and he was right there with him, sneaking a hand into his navy blue briefs. Reality blurred around them and the space was magnetic between the two.

Khan's hand wrapped around his core... The doctor's whole body stiffened. He blindly grabbed at Khan, finding purchase with his arms tucked beneath the augment's, while his palms held onto Khan's collarbone. He stayed that way while Khan smiled at him, but Leonard couldn't bear to peek.

"Look at me..." Khan purred.

That caused another shudder to rumble through the doctor. The augment smiled and titled his head just so... in the way only Khan could reciprocate, but then he leaned down and lapped at the exposed skin.

Khan POV

He was in utter delight and he wanted this man all to himself and nothing would stop him, not Spock, The Captain, even 300 years of deafening silence. His head went lower and Leonard bucked and sobbed. Khan's suppressed laugh sent intense vibrations through Leonard's core.

He sucked harder, testing him... slipping his underwear lower and past his hips as he laved his tongue all the way up.

"F...fuck!" Leonard moaned when Khan raked his lower teeth artfully careful against his shaft. He had to place his palms against the doctor's hips because he'd kept squirming so much and Khan wasn't sure if he could forgive himself if he'd accidentally bit him a little too hard at the moment. He leaned down and took half of Leonard's length. The sounds of pure sex filled the room and it was intoxicating to Khan. He'd go slow, but he wanted to savor the flavor of him.

"Mfff..." Khan mumbled as he made a sucking sound. His eyes were closed but his black lashes feathered downward and he looked like a goddam angel of darkness. McCoy could feel himself getting closer and heat burned somewhere from within and seared through his heels and his grasp on Khan's shoulders slipped and latched onto his dark hair. Leonard tugged sharply on his hair, causing Khan to pull back and let out a low moan.

"God... You're so perfect." Leonard admitted as he pulled him close and kissed him hard, ignoring just where his lips had been.

Jim POV

Kirk took a spoonful of soup and looked down at his hand, remembering the surge of pure erotic energy that erupted from his First Officer's touch... and that had just been his fucking hand?!

Jim let out a low whimper as he stabbed mindlessly at his soup; if he didn't like Spock now... then he'd worry that he'd begin to obsess over him soon enough. He'd seen Spock unhinged and literally feral and so fucking powerful yet reserved, he was such a turn on and the whole package Jim could ever ask for. He wanted him... really wanted him.

The blonde captain knocked his soup away and leave the table because he couldn't bear another second with Spock that involved anything that seemed normal, not after that touch...

His lips, would they burn Jim alive? How soft were those Vulcan ears? God... what sounds would he make if Jim was able to suck on them for just one second... He started to get so overwhelmed, he couldn't look at him. Those deep dark obsidian eyes that were literally decorated by those impossibly elongated eyebrows. He wanted to knock the lentil soup from the Vulcan's hands and scream at him for hiding this from him and just how powerful something between them could be so palpable and he not know it?!

"Fuck..." Jim hissed between his teeth as he stomped rather immaturely down the corridor and away from Spock's view. He punched the turbo-lift's button and went to engineering.

"Jem!" Scotty shouted as soon as he made it towards the Scotsman's office.

"Yeah... What do ya got for me Scotty?" Jim mumbled, eyes watering.

"Oh wee lad." Scotty pulled him close and hugged him so tight that the captain could feel his insides squeeze almost like a balloon.

"Here ya go" He handed him a bottle of whiskey.

"What else?" He asked as he tossed the empty bottle on the couch.

"Ehh... 'Ere's a romulan ale, but I don' hav' any'hing else mate." He handed him the rest and Jim downed it like nothing.

"I'm giving it all she's got cap'an" He joked and then he could see a small smile on the captain's face.

"So, tell me ever'thing." He asked. Jim went on to how he felt when he asked Spock how he chose not to feel and when the Vulcan responded with the fact that he didn't know, that's when he'd started to love him. Then it would grow when they played chess, ate meals together, and now since he'd touched Spock and felt that electric surge echo through them that things had changed. He'd touched him in the past and it had never felt weird...

"And he's been getting weird on me lately." Jim admitted, "He got sick three nights in a row when his shift started to end so he'd go to his room and meditate... said it would help." Jim wiped his nose with his sleeve as he continued. "Then he started acting weirder today when I was looking at him, not sexually or anything, but it was like he knew what I was thinking, you know?"

"Sound's like you've got a wee crush laddie..." Scotty mused.

"Yeah, but its different now and it's like he knows how I feel now, but doesn't like me back or care anymore." Jim's eyes watered again as he drank right from the bottle of amber.

"Well why's he gitten' sick all a' sudden?" Scotty asked.

"I don't know... I looked it up an... Vulcan's immune systems are like... ironclad and they don't get s...sick." Jim answered.

"Look's like you'll hav' ta take car o' him." Scotty smiled. Jim blushed and thought that he could probably win him over with reassurance, shyness, and comfort.

But one problem... Jim usually didn't do shy, but this wasn't just anyone... It was Spock.

"I think ye be'tter go keep an' eye on him an' figure ou' was' wrong." The Scotsman replied.

"Okk...kay." Jim mumbled and curled up on the couch and drifted off to sleep.

He was in Spock's room, but everything was dark and it was so hot that Jim was already sweating bullets when he went father in, where Spock was on the floor completely naked. Jim leaned down and reached for him but the same hot surging feeling burned through him again, but it was stronger and he didn't want to let go this time. He reached and pulled Spock up and Jim was on the floor with him, holding him upright. He was incredibly powerful, Jim knew that by now, but he felt frail in his arms at the moment. Everywhere that Jim touched only fueled that raging heat between them and Jim couldn't help it but he wanted more. He leaned in and kissed him hard, plush lips pressing against the Vulcan's and Spock let out a quiet moan.

Kirk could have died from the sound. Spock's hand came up and grabbed Jim around the back of his neck, tightly so he couldn't quite move. His First Officer leaned down and bit his collarbone to the point of bruising and Jim howled in response...

His clothes practically burned off with the heat of the Vulcan's skin. Then Jim was flipped and on all fours and Spock was pushing inside him with a growl... Jim bit back a moan and arched his back as far as he could, forcing Spock all the way in.

"FUCK!" Jim screamed as the surging heat poured through both of them, bringing them both over the edge of ecstasy that nearly blinded the captain...

Jim woke with a sheen of sweat across his forehead and a wetness between his legs.

"Sh...shit." His voice was horse and he was thankful for the fact that he was alone now.

"It's... Pon-Farr..." He huffed as he pressed a palm into his face.

"Am I his th'y'la?" He dared to ask himself...