A Long-Standing Union
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Kirk/Spock
Word Count: ~14,200
Beta: the wonderful sweetestdrain, at whose feet I grovel daily.
Highlight to Read Warnings: end of life discussions, major character death. Serious angst - I’m not kidding, folks.
Disclaimer: Under no circumstances am I affiliated with Star Trek or anyone who owns Star Trek. No offense or copyright infringement intended.
Summary: At 103, Jim knows he can’t go through another pon farr.
This is for notboldly50295 on her birthday. Happy birthday to someone who makes fandom fun and friendly. Have a dose of heavy angst in gratitude for all that you do. I know, I know - just what you’ve always wanted.
I am following TOS canon for all things pon farr, meaning Spock’s first cycle occurred in his mid-late thirties, and only males experience it.
A Long-Standing Union
It started when he refused food and his tempers spiked. It started with a growing heat and the frenetic pulse of his heart. His skin felt tight where flames licked beneath its surface, consuming, maddening, and he needed. Needed to claim, to fuck, to own. Needed the aching, burning length of his cock buried in the cool oasis of his bondmate’s body. Needed to submerge his mate in semen, needed to fill each hole and pore, needed to declare his dominion in the oldest of ways. He burned.
“I got you,” came Jim’s voice. His chosen, his t’hy’la, his mate, his need.
“Jim,” he growled, and his hands searched out his mate blindly.
“Shh, Spock, it’s going to be fine. I got you.”
Hands, cool and bloodless with age, well-loved hands, touched him gently, bore him down onto the bed. His body collided with Jim’s and he rutted against the glorious expanse of bare skin, no obstacles. He pushed inside Jim’s body and drew out again. Slammed in, out again, and in, over and over. Tried to force the entirety of his being into Jim’s.
Distantly, he was aware of Jim speaking - Be with me here, Spock - and Jim’s hands guiding his towards the lines of his face, to his temple and forehead. Mindless, thoughtless, Spock obeyed.
The flames rose higher.
Part I
Pairings: Kirk/Spock
Word Count: ~14,200
Beta: the wonderful sweetestdrain, at whose feet I grovel daily.
Highlight to Read Warnings: end of life discussions, major character death. Serious angst - I’m not kidding, folks.
Disclaimer: Under no circumstances am I affiliated with Star Trek or anyone who owns Star Trek. No offense or copyright infringement intended.
Summary: At 103, Jim knows he can’t go through another pon farr.
This is for notboldly50295 on her birthday. Happy birthday to someone who makes fandom fun and friendly. Have a dose of heavy angst in gratitude for all that you do. I know, I know - just what you’ve always wanted.
I am following TOS canon for all things pon farr, meaning Spock’s first cycle occurred in his mid-late thirties, and only males experience it.
A Long-Standing Union
It started when he refused food and his tempers spiked. It started with a growing heat and the frenetic pulse of his heart. His skin felt tight where flames licked beneath its surface, consuming, maddening, and he needed. Needed to claim, to fuck, to own. Needed the aching, burning length of his cock buried in the cool oasis of his bondmate’s body. Needed to submerge his mate in semen, needed to fill each hole and pore, needed to declare his dominion in the oldest of ways. He burned.
“I got you,” came Jim’s voice. His chosen, his t’hy’la, his mate, his need.
“Jim,” he growled, and his hands searched out his mate blindly.
“Shh, Spock, it’s going to be fine. I got you.”
Hands, cool and bloodless with age, well-loved hands, touched him gently, bore him down onto the bed. His body collided with Jim’s and he rutted against the glorious expanse of bare skin, no obstacles. He pushed inside Jim’s body and drew out again. Slammed in, out again, and in, over and over. Tried to force the entirety of his being into Jim’s.
Distantly, he was aware of Jim speaking - Be with me here, Spock - and Jim’s hands guiding his towards the lines of his face, to his temple and forehead. Mindless, thoughtless, Spock obeyed.
The flames rose higher.
Part I