K/S Hospital Scene bc Into Darkness was so K/S TASTIC

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It was so sudden. He woke up with a flash, bright lights, soft sounds, a bed, he was alive?? But he'd died in the chamber...in engineering. Spock and he had exchanged that vulcan hand-thing whatever the hell it was. He'd died, he was dead. Was this heaven? Holy....

No. Bones was here nagging at him.

"Oh don't be so melodramatic, you were barely dead. You've been out cold for two weeks."

He was so...taken aback. What had happened? He just remembered being in the locked chamber watching Spock shed tears, glimmering tears of anguish as he slowly died of radiation poisoning... his heart lurched at the memory. He didn't know the vulcan was even capable...

And then Spock was in the room, approaching him. Suddenly... everything else was forgotten. Hell even Bones was gone in his mind, though he could hear the doctor put in a "You know Uhura and I had something to do with it too."

"....Thanks, Spock... for saving my life..."
 

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Well that's hardly a punishment. That's more of a reward, I can do that. What else do we have to do?

_{[He reached up to stroke Spock's cheek, then even farther up to rub the tip of his ear between two fingers.]}

You're... nervous? Anxious? I can't tell... I want to take the guess work out of it. So come on.

_{[He smiled.]}

You asked me if I'd be your bondmate and I said yes. I have yet to make good on that promise.

[spohkh]

[Spock opened and closed his mouth a few times, attempting to gain his bearing to answer Jim...]

Ashaya... Truly? You wish to become my bondmate?
But...
...there is much to consider Ashaya. Do you not remember what my father said to us? You are not a telepath. To bond would be to change your physiology... a process that could take a year if not more. You will be physically effected, your mind attempting to create new neural pathways to allow the bond to take root. Since we are T'hy'la, this process could be much worse than what my mother went through...

...you... we should...

[Spock hesitates... a pained expression passing through his eyes.]

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_{[He closed the gap between them and kisses Spock soundly. Oh shut up, stuttering vulcan. He's not going to die. He might be a mess for a while but he's not going to wither into ash.]}

If we're t'hy'la then I'll make it. I have to... I've already died once with so many regrets... this isn't going to be one, Spock. Don't let this be something we regret later.

We have a window of time for me to get over the worst of it. If it gets bad we can withdraw. But it's now or never... I've already wasted a week thinking about it.

If I die not knowing what this is like Spock... I.... I'll regret that forever.

[spohkh]

[Spock does whine as he is kissed this time, holding onto Jim for dear life.
To bond... to bond with Jim is the only thing he truly wants. But... after what Winona told him, should he? Should he not wait until he is more sufficiently prepared for Jim's emotions?

But then... how could he go back on his offer to bond? Would that not harm Jim? Spock was so conflicted...
..but then.. he wasn't. If he was to truly do what was right, then it would be to bond them when Jim wanted them to. He could never tell Jim no... not for this.

Spock's hand trailed down the side of Jim's face...a tingling sensation traveling up his arm...

It was almost as if asking permission...]

If this is too much we can break it up into tags. I know I godmodded more than I was permitted

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<sub>[He closed his eyes at the sensation... and leaned into the touch. They were dropped into pitch black, warm darkness that was comforting much more than it was foreboding. Jim didn't know what or where this was and yet he didn't feel threatened. He felt at peace. He felt home.

Casually he moved about, seeing nothing but feeling a great presence around him. He moved about so easily, of course he didn't have a body here. What was this place?

Suddenly there was another entity. A light... it was Spock. Not that Jim could have identified him outside of the circumstances... He'd never seen a psyche before. Formless and yet having an ambiguous shape to meet said psyche's purposes. Spock was as black as the inky darkness surrounding them. His shapeless form coiled around him. Smoky tendrils rose from him shimmering blue and purple in the light. Soft and almost velvety like a feather or moss... wait. Light? What light? It was... him? He examined himself, finding his own form was a bright gold, shining like a beacon. How did he... why was he... shouldn't he be black too?

It hit Jim then that perhaps Spock's color was attributed to something else. Spock looked almost as though he was part of this darkness that stretched forever. Almost indistinguishable from the inky black, Spock fit in where Jim... well he was unmistakable. Was that because he was human? Because he wasn't telepathic?

This is Spock's world. His psychic 'stage'. The place where he meditates, the place where he mind melds, the place everything happens... Jim suddenly yearned to see it all but he was unable to move far. Spock was still coiling around him and he could sense fondness and love flowing out and it was now that Jim could appreciate telepathy. These feelings were so clear, crisp, so intense... it was almost as if feelings humans felt were done so through cellophane or gloves. What Spock was delivering so effortlessly was complete emotion, uninhibited and unmitigated. Jim drank it in, offering his own feelings of elation and relief. He was glad they did this.]</sub>

I am pleased you feel that way, Ashaya.

<sub>[Spock's voice wasn't even present. Jim simply knew his thought. Sprung from his own mind as if organically. As if he were the progenitor of it. This was so unique, so foreign and simultaneously so fascinating. It was like birthing Spock's own thoughts in his mind. They didn't feel foreign and yet he knew that they were. He couldn't fathom a response to his mate. He was simply overwhelmed, excited, and of course impressed. Jim was like a child discovering telepathy, flaunting his discovery to someone well seasoned in its use. Spock was more than patient with Jim's adjustment.

His dark form still swirled around Jim's, only now did the captain notice they were becoming strangely attached. Small gold threads springing from seemingly nowhere were tethering him and Spock together. Were they supposed to be tied together like this? He wanted to move around... but it didn't hurt. It was actually nice. He could sense Spock's emotions with more clarity, as if somehow they were under magnification.

And Spock had been scared~ Hah! See? No harm done, he feels fine!

Only... almost as quickly Jim sobered. As the bond formed itself shallowly, he could sense the depth and breadth the entire thing had. Spock had said this was just the beginning and Jim believed him. He just had no concept of how mammoth it would be. It was like discovering fire, then the sunset. Like learning a note, then hearing music. Finding water and then the ocean. He could weep at the majesty of it but it was hollow. Not fulfilled yet, it was just a hint of what could be. He paused, feeling the unentered depth the bond promised. Like a cave yet to be explored. Could they fill this bond? Could they control it or would it just control him? Spock would surely be fine but Jim wondered if he would ever be strong enough to handle what felt like the strongest thing he'd ever encountered. Bar none.

The threads stopped, halted in their work. Jim seemed to become alert. Why had it stopped? Was it because of him?

No no, he wants it! He wants to see what's in that bond.... he wants to see how far he can go, even if he can't manage the whole thing. The little threads continued, thousands of them between him and Spock. It was shallow... but it was a great beginning. He could feel himself fill with warmth, liquid fire, euphoria, unending loyalty. The threads began to stretch out... pulling away from Jim all at once. Spock too seemed as though he was stretching out, far away from him. Jim reached for him but couldn't... yet he felt Spock with him regardless. The threads stretched into long lines of light, then rather suddenly they sprang into single pin-pricks. Slowly the area around them lit up. As if Jim were a flame in a dank room. He could see around him, little shines of light like stars. Thousands all twinkling gold.]</sub>

Spock... what happened? Where did you go?... You're so far away...

_{[he reached out, wanting to hold his mate's psyche once more.]}

I can feel you... but you're too far, I can't reach.

_{[It felt like Spock was everywhere around him. As if he were a ball dropped into water or thrown through air.]}

Wow~ This is kind of epic! XD

[spohkh]

[Spock could finally feel Jim in his mind... It was a rapture like no other and the Vulcan wanted nothing more than to continue building the bond until it was full and complete, alive like nothing else.

But he couldn't do that because that would seriously damage Jim. With a shudder and a sigh and Vulcan finally distanced himself.
Upon hearing Jim's please for closeness, he reached out...]

Ashaya, this is the first stage in bonding. To go any closer at this time could cause irrevocable damage...
[Spock cast tendrils out towards Jim's essence... the sun that he had always imagined... and surrounded him with warmth and love. It was that cool glass of water that he has been waiting for his entire life.... a missing piece.

Spock was in total awe...]

You are entirely too tempting Ashaya... I must end the meld so that you may further adjust to the bond. Please prepare yourself...

Didn't expect that?

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<sub>[He felt the warmth and love... and the awe. Spock was in awe? What did he do? Was he impressive in that he didn't simply wilt under the bond's prowess? Well that was an achievement in his book too.

He is disappointed but agrees when the bond has to end. He can go farther! Honest! He wants to get as far as he can up this mountain, because it looks nigh undoable.... wait who was he kidding? He'd totally do it. He'll get this bond under control and he'll grow to fulfill it.



He acquiesced to the cessation of the meld. And once out of it he paused, feeling around in his mind for that sensation once more. To be able to feel Spock as lucidly as before. When he did he smiled... and drew Spock in for a kiss.]</sub>

XD You're like a box of chocolates~ <3

[spohkh]

[Spock pulled his hand away to end the meld, and nearly smiled when he felt part of Jim's mind still resting in his own. It was a...

...wondrous feeling.
Spock gladly allowed himself to be pulled into the kiss, purring loudly in obvious contentment. He had found his mate! His T'hy'la agreed to bond with him! They were bonded!
Spock's mind curled around the bond, loving its existence. Gently, he prodded at it...]

Can you feel that T'hy'la?
[Amusement and happiness fluttered from Spock as he shared it with Jim.]

Oh alright Forrest

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<sub>[He wrapped his arms around Spock, kissing him as hard as he could. Strangely he felt... thirsty. For Spock. As if he suddenly had an incredible lust that had never been slaked.

He was, however, content to speak to his partner without words. That simple impression of thought took a bit of concentration but it was simple enough. It would just take adjustment. Oh! The bond! He felt it almost like another limb. Psychic sensation was strangely close to physical. He imagined himself 'tugging' on the bond playfully.]</sub>

I can~

Can you feel me too?

_{[His need for carnal relations... where was this coming from and why was he still clothed? Wordlessly he urged Spock to take control once more, to make love to him.]}

...I'll be a good boy... I promise.

_{[No... episodes like last night.]}

:p

[spohkh]

[Spock could have told Jim that the bond wanted them to be closer... To be 'consummated'. Even though this first stage of bonding was something that young Vulcans underwent, it changed depending on how old they were, and the nature of the relationship.
...but he believed that Jim understood by the way he was tugging on his clothes.

The Vulcan heard Jim's sentiment, that there would be no repeats of last night... Yes, this is what Spock wanted, just them... no demons here. No darkness to chase away.

Efficiently, the Vulcan slipped his hands under Jim's shirt, and pulled it off over his head... doing the same to his own.]

I can feel you Ashaya... as I will for the rest of time.
[Romantic bastard.]

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<sub>[He could sense Spock's relief and he mirrored it with his own. He didn't like the demons any more than Spock did. He yearned for a way to make them stop but right now he's sure they won't come around. He felt safe here... his safe place was rooted in his mind forever now. Clothes came off and it was as though he was already felt pleasure through his body. His hands swept over Spock's chest... and Jim paused, examining this sensation. He felt Spock under his hands but an entirely different arousal was present in his mind, reaching for the bond, stretching out to touch Spock's psyche.

He understood nothing save that he wanted more.

The rest of time? There weren't any divorces on Vulcan? One time only thing, eh... He's satisfied with that. That only means that Spock really is his forever.

He licked his lips and pressed his mouth to Spock's throat.]</sub>

[spohkh]

[Spock felt as though he could cry... but he knew that this emotional high was due to the creation of the bond. He had been subtlety warned about this from his father, but nothing would have prepared him for this.
And the fact that Jim was a human... a being whose very emotions lived on the surface, vibrate and constantly moving. Spock's own emotions were seated like the roots of a tree...
....but now that the connection was made, the waves of his feelings were pouring out, only to be responded in kind by Jim's own ocean of emotion.

Spock shuddered as the bond created a continuous loop of the pleasure they both felt... each feeling the other intimately. With a small gasp, Spock realized that his pants had become way to uncomfortable.

Using the same calculated grace as when he removed their shirts, Spock removed their shoes and pants, finally baring them to each other. The Vulcan moved back so that he could look at Jim... marveling at the expanse of golden skin that was his... his....... The carnal part of Spock wanted to growl and yell from the rooftops for all to hear that Jim was his... and no one was to hurt or touch him.

But that would have been illogical, right?

Spock's hands drifted low on Jim's abdomen... stroking small circles into the skin there.]
Parted from me and never parted... never and always touching and touched...

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<sub>[Somehow this felt new and exciting. He'd slept with Spock every day since he woke up and yet this felt strangely like... a wedding night. He felt strangely... like a new bride or a virgin. Spock's desire was so profound. His emotion was larger, more stalwart than anything Jim had anticipated. A mighty whale swimming deliberately in the schools of his own fleeting human feelings. Tiny minnows in comparison.

The triumph at having bonded... Jim wondered just how much of his desire Spock hadn't made clear before this happened. Had he said no would Spock have been secretly miserable?

He sighed under his touch, closing his eyes. In that touch he felt Spock's carnal desires, heard his mantra. He mewled softly, undulating his hips.]</sub>

Is that what we are now?

_{[he pushes Spock's hands lower. Don't tease him...]}

[spohkh]

[Spock takes Jim in hand, pumping slowly...

In answer to Jim's question, a soft, satisfied, drawn out ...yes... reverberated through the bond.
Would Spock have been silently miserable? You don't miss what you don't know, and Spock wasn't aware that it felt this good to be connect. Granted, a large part of him would have realized he was missing something, and would have felt the gaping Jim sized hole that would never be properly filled. On the other hand... Spock would have satisfied himself by just being beside Jim.

The Vulcan's other hand moved under Jim's leg, and drew it upwards to make space for his hips. Leaning forward, Spock captured Jim's lips once more, moving his mouth gently, slowly across them. Tasting... savouring... memorizing...
This was indeed their wedding night. In the eyes of Vulcan customs, they were properly engaged... By adding sexual intimacy, they would be declaring their bond, making Jim officially apart of Spock's house.
The hand that wasn't pumping Jim traveled lower... and gently teased his entrance.]

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<sub>[he sighed and arched into the touch. His breathing got shallower and he yearned for Spock to pump him faster. He understands that Spock couldn't miss what he never knew. But he had been engaged once... was it this good with T'Pring? He doubted it...

Imagine when they fully bond and have their true wedding night? Or when they get married the human way. Jim can't wait for either. But for now he moans softly into the kiss and whimpers as Spock teases him. He can't help it, he just wants more.]</sub>

[spohkh]

[Spock keeps the same pace, but pulls his hand away from Jim's entrance... when it comes back, a slick finger gently probes inside.
The sensation of that right warmth enveloping his sensitive digit takes him by surprise... He has done this before, but somehow this time is different. It is as if the sensation has been amplified as its shared with Jim.

A keening whine escapes the Vulcan's throat as he buries his head in the crook of Jim's neck, kissing the skin there. Spock's hand stutters over Jim's shaft...]

Jim....Jim.....Ashaya....

[Spock concentrates on breathing... searching the bond for Jim to make sure he was not hurting him.]

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<sub>[Jim whined a bit when Spock pulled his hand away, only to sigh as he returned it with lube. He closed his eyes, experiencing both their sensations at once. It was foggy at best but he could faintly sense Spock's sensitive fingers tingling from his tight warmth. This was an amazing connection and he was already elated he agreed to it.

He held Spock close, petting his hair back when he leaned into his neck. Again his words sprang to mind as though they were his own.]</sub>

Spock... I'm fine. Better than fine. You can go deeper if you want.

_{[he wasn't in pain, only pleasure and novelty while this new sensation swam over his senses. He felt almost lightheaded...]}

[spohkh]

[Spock shuddered as he felt Jim speak through the bond. He could get addicted to that sensation...
He let his fingers stretch Jim open, taking gentle strokes deeper into his core.
When three fingers made their way inside, he brushed against Jim's prostate while his other hand let Jim's shaft go. Was Jim ready?]

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<sub>[He's already whimpering in pleasure at this point. His hands fell to the mattress, clutching fistfuls of the sheet. It was convenient now that he didn't have to catch his breath to speak. He could simply project.

Yes he's ready, yes he wants Spock in him so badly. He imagined his love kissing him breathless and pounding him into the mattress. His mind erupted with arousal at the thought.]</sub>

Do it.

[spohkh]

[With a groan the Vulcan shifts his weight over Jim so that he is nestled between his legs. Slowly, he moves his hands under Jim's thighs, lifting them upwards so that Jim can wrap his legs around the Vulcan's waist.
Drawing upwards, hands on either side of his T'hy'la's face...Spock stares into Jim's eyes.
Kissing him softly the Vulcan moves forward.... and breaches Jim's entrance. The momentum is slow, but continuous... constant until the Vulcan is completely seated within Jim.

Stopping to allow Jim to adjust, Spock shudders... ]

Ashaya...Wani ra yani ro aisha... [The projected Vulcan gets instantly translated... allowing the the full depth of the message to be felt....]

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<sub>[He complied, wrapping his legs around Spock tightly. He took a deep breath, willing himself to relax. Spock's eyes were rather nice to look at... and his kiss was distracting enough. Jim still moans just a little tiny bit in rebellion. That moan becomes one of pleasure as Spock nudges his prostate a bit when he moves inside him. Pleasure echoed through his body along with Spock's message of love. Jim moaned a bit louder, responding to both stimuli.

He pulled away from the kiss, looking Spock in the eyes. It was time... but his mind probed...

How did Spock feel now? Did he like this setup? Could he feel everything Jim felt? Would that be true when they fully bonded? Oh sex would be magnificent then... but in the meantime just fuck him into the mattress. Please. He can't stand it.]</sub>

[spohkh]

[Spock let go a breath of air he didn't know he was holding as he pressed loving kisses over Jim's face. Moving his hips in small circles he felt Jim's mind probe his own....

The questions swirled around, confusing and too vague to pick out precisely... But with concentration the Vulcan understood what Jim was asking.
Spock gathered all of his current emotions, and shoved them at the bond. He had to push harder because of the bond's newness... but he wanted Jim to know.
He wanted Jim to know that his whole life as a Vulcan had been in preparation for this moment. To be an unbonded Vulcan was to be incomplete, not whole...
The fact that Jim was his T'hy'la was more than he could have ever hoped for. It was an emotion that couldn't be explained in words, but rather felt with your whole being... a moment when your soul has found its home. Spock was thankful...lustful... anxious...overjoyed... the stream of emotions continued, attempting to find a definition for what he was feeling.
Instead, he opened his mind, and showed Jim what he saw when he meditated. The vast ocean of Jim that he immerses himself in... his golden sun. A star that gives life to all it shines on. Life giving warmth in a cold space.


Spock begins to move, thrusting deep into Jim.]

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<sub>[Jim was nearly overwhelmed by Spock's variety of experience when it came to loving him. Images of him, his mental signature, the star system, their bond.

He'd never... never had anyone who cherished him in so many ways. He'd never been so precious to anyone.

Then Spock was moving and he sighed, grasped his body, moaned in pleasure. This was what love was supposed to be like. Commitment to one person who put you above all others. Jim didn't quite believe that he was included in such a definition but he was in love with a vulcan who was. He'd do his best to live up to that standard.

And right now he'd do it while arching and groping his mate's body.]</sub>

[spohkh]

[Spock arched as he started moving faster... his mind whirling with sensation and hazy with lust.
Thoughts began to merge together as he lost himself in Jim... Jim...Jim.

Leaning forward, Spock placed his forehead on his mate's, breathing with him as he thrust forward.]

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<sub>[Jim felt that this time. Spock getting lost in well... him. It was a strange sensation being the focus of someone so passionate. But while a bit intimidating, it felt right.

Jim held on to both Spock's shoulders, crying out as Spock hit his prostate. Those ridges slid into him, sending vibrations of ecstasy through his body. Spock was perfect. Long, thick, ridged, hot.... honestly Vulcan he could wax poetic about your dick.]</sub>