THE OTHER SIDE OF FIRE
photomanip by karracaz, used with permission
2nd Place--Kirk/Spock pairing
Title: The Other Side Of Fire
Author:Starshadow
Series:TOS
Pairing
K/S
Rating NC-17
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I felt I was ready for my day's duties. The
Captain wanted to
disagree, but could find no basis on which to give that
order. So I
went to my science station. I was able to complete my
duties
satisfactorily, but twice I almost lost concentration while I
should
have been taking readings. I could smell him, the sharp iron tang
and the evergreen soap he favored, and the musky scent of arousal. I
do not think anyone else was aware of it, but I was, acutely.
When he
turned the conn over to me and left the bridge, I was able to focus again.
Mr. Scott claimed engine difficulties, in the voice that conveyed a certain
amount of deception. I was aware that the order for this must have come from
another quarter, and so I took him at his word, and ordered us to proceed to
Altair at impulse speed. I could hear Lt. Uhura's computer -and noticed a
packet of information that came directly from Vulcan, and the signature
sounded suspiciously like Eldest Mother's. But it was not coded for me, but
for the Captain, so I curbed my curiosity. I would find out later, if it
concerned me.
I was unable to lean back in the chair. My chenesi were
hard and even the cloth of my uniform tunic and my undershirt rubbed and
chafed.
Usually I am not aware of the primary testes; but this was my Time.
I determinedly set the sensations aside though, and tried to concentrate
on my duties. Fortunately there was not much to do. I allowed
my
attention to drift for a moment, then summoned the Mind Rules
and
tightened my controls. I do not think anyone noticed my
lapse;
nevertheless, I knew that I could not justify staying where I was
any
longer. But before I could formulate the idea fully, Mr. Scott
emerged from the turbolift, and handed me a padd, on which was printed "I'm
to relieve you and you're to go to the Captain's quarters, and not
worry about a thing." I nodded, handed it back, and saw he erased it and I
left, my heart beating harder in my side.
I do not remember the walk
through the corridors. All I remember is
that the door shut behind me and
there he was. My Bright One. My
t'hy'la, for so I was already thinking of
him. It was cool as always
in his quarters, though he assured me he'd turned
the heat up. But my heart was flame enough. I could not help trembling. Human
flesh is fragile. I could not bear it if I hurt him again. He held me in
his
arms again, and I could hear him speaking, like a rush of wind in
the
desert, but I could not understand the words.He turned his mouth up
to me and I devoured him. This was the only food or drink I needed;
to drink from his well was all which could quench me. I knew I had
to complete the bond though, before my logic and my control vanished as
the mists vanish in the morning light, so he pulled me with him and we
sat.
I touched his face and he mine and even as we spoke the ritual
words as old as Vulcan we were in each other's minds, just like that. He
was sun on water, he was rain in my desert, he was my All and my One.
And the deeper we moved in each other's thoughts the stronger the
mind strands between us grew, golden and silver threads, weaving
their magic. And I abandoned the order in which I had lived my life and
dove into his welcoming sea.
"Parted from me and never parted, never
and always, touching and
touched," he echoed after my voice spoke the words,
handed down
through millenia. "We meet at the appointed place." The
appointed
place was here, where he was, on Enterprise, my home. He was the
fire in my hearth, and I knew I would be a shield to him always as he
would to me. Somehow we shed our clothing, and almost I could not
breathe, looking at him. His skin, sunkissed gold. His eyes, the molten
sea.
His body, almost hairless, and muscled in all the right places.
And
nestled in the curls between his thighs was his beautiful cock. I
bent
double and kissed it, and it rose proudly as if to greet me. I
kissed
his neck again, and he began licking and nibbling down my
chest, tongue
encircling my nipples. I lay back and my thighs parted
and Oh, that wet
mouth, almost cool, engulfed my sex as my sheath
retracted. I was utterly
undone.
When I came,I think I cried out, but I don't know for sure. I didn't
care. My
control was gone, evaporated, all logic in shreds, and for
once I did not
care. This was beyond logic. This was Need, Burning
Need, and though I wanted
to be gentle, he enticed me and I found
myself buried in his wet tightness.
Somehow he had moved to be
underneath me and my body wished to become one
with his in the only way it knew how. I did not remember a lot after
this-only my body joining his again and again. Sometimes he was in me, and
sometimes I in him. Only a sharp taste of pain and hunger holds me
from rending his sweet flesh in two. When I feel his pain, it reaches
me and I remember...and when I feel his acceptance, his joy, his
Need echoing my own, feeding it, feeding the flames again, my reason
flees and all we are is the Two Becoming One. I hear my breath, sharp
and painful, and I feel my heartbeat racing in my side. I feel his
heart in his chest, as, my thirst and hunger at rest for the moment, my
head is cradled by his smoothness, like cushioned silk.
And across our
Bond his love reaches me. "Are you truly Mine?" I
whisper and I feel his
answer, deep in my soul. His mouth rains kisses on me, his tongue curling
around the angles of my face. He looks into my eyes as we pull apart for a
moment, and again, he opens to me, but this time, I want him inside me, and I
rise up over him and impale myself on his oh, so solid flesh. The cool silken
hardness of him caresses my most sensitive places in me and we ride the wave
together.
He finds my sex and wraps himself around it, giving me the friction
I
need and together we drown. I hear the crashing of surf, or is that
just
the slapping of flesh and our breaths, ragged and hard? I do
not know
anymore. I only know that he fills my soul with light and
illumines all the
dark places within me, and the shame of loss of
control is swept aside in his
love.
I do not know how much time passes. I have lost it all, lost all
the
Mind Rules, my time sense, all of it, and I do not care. I am lost
in
sensation. Exhaustion claims me at last, and I sleep for a time.
I
wake, and I do not feel him, and I cry out, but he is there. He
slips
back down beside me and again we ride the currents which take us
out to sea, to the stars, to some unknown country in which we dwell,
alone and together. Touching and touched.
I have never known such
sensation in my life, a life of denial in
which I had dwelt alone, in which I
thought no one and nothing could
touch my deepest soul places. I had walked
in the desert on Vulcan's
Forge ever since I came back from my Kas'wahn and
had to decide to let my only childhood companion die in peace and dignity,
and convinced myself it was all I was going to get from life, all I deserved.
I had known peace in my renunciation of all that he embraced all his life.
I had eaten ashes until they were all I thought I deserved, all I
would ever know.
And he came to me and shattered my world, and put it
back together, and handed it all to me, a gift, freely given. I passed
through the flame and fire of my Time and joined my hearth with his, and as
sanity returned, I was finally at peace again. He handed me the sun and
the moon and the stars, and I would never be alone
again.