Star Trek

I have tried this method many times since I was a child, and my body has developed drug resistance, and ordinary medicines are of no use to me.I just felt a little weaker than usual and not really passed out, but pretending to sleep was fine too.

The scrutiny on Vulcan was tougher than expected, and I was stuck in the cargo hold.To restore it to a point, it was thrown at the bottom of the shuttle like a broken sack, the strange power of the damned aliens.Fortunately, the other things they shipped this time were some soft fabrics, dark in color, which seemed to be used as meditation robes or something.They bury me in the center like one thick layer after another of clouds, with some cushions under me, which is actually quite comfortable to be huddled in.

The ground floor is no more than the passenger cabin, and the air current is violently turbulent, like a ship on the ocean.Although I haven't been on a boat for a long time.The medicine didn't have much effect on me, but in the dim light and wrapped in soft cloth, I was actually shaken out of sleep.

I yawned and held a photo in my hand, which was about to meet my new-master-heir to the royal family, SpockS'chnT'gai.He was standing in the shadow of the tree, wearing traditional academic clothing (again robes) and holding a PADD in his hand, listening to the conversation on the other side.It's just a side face captured from a distance, but it's annoyingly good-looking and...familiar.

Some weird and crooked little emotions climbed up along the tiredness like ants, gnawing at my thinking.That's the guy I'm going to meet in a few hours, the guy I'll have to face for an unforeseen amount of time in the future, not for a short time, but maybe not for too long either.

I taped the photo to my chest.

Spock.

Spock.

I have to get him, don't I?

I just... get him.

He fell asleep peacefully next to me.

The quality of his sleep after a deep meditation or a good sex is always enviable.I couldn't find any reason to sleep peacefully except that I passed out halfway through being tormented by him.This is really unfair, I am the one who hurts more, I am the one who is more tired, but I am the one who cannot sleep.

Spock has a desk lamp, just plain, nothing fancy.But he unexpectedly liked it, which seemed to be related to his childhood and his mother.He once mentioned it, and at that time I was concentrating on giving him an unforgettable oral sex, and it was inevitable to be annoyed to hear his intermittent narration.

"Spock." I stopped and glared at him from the bottom up. "Do you have to mention your mother at a time like this? Don't you think it's an insult to her?"

He probably finally realized how inappropriate the situation was, shut his mouth, grabbed my hair and pushed me in his direction.

Now that he's asleep, I can look at him with impunity by the light of the desk lamp-you know, I haven't had so many good opportunities to observe an alien so closely before.

His hair was black and smooth, and his bangs were neatly cut across the board.Well, it seems that I haven't seen him get a haircut for so long. Does it mean that the hair of Vulcan men stops growing here?

His pointed ears are the most interesting place, they are very sensitive, and occasionally they are dyed a pretty green.

His eyebrows are a bit weird, but they are extremely flexible, and different angles of raising express different meanings.

His eyelashes were long, and his closed eyes were a warm brown now.

His lips were red and moist, and his breath was light.

I leaned over to him, and finally stopped within a short distance, unable to move any further.

do i get you

Spock, I need...I have to have you.

SEVEN

Jim didn't seem surprised when I made that request, as if he had anticipated my plans.

"Jim, would you like to?"

"Okay, okay, I do. It's just a link, don't call it a marriage proposal."

"No, for Vulcans, a link is a marriage contract, and more important than a marriage contract."

"You and I both know that's impossible."

"what?"

"marry."

"It's more important than marriage, Jim. I've made it clear to you that it's eternal. It's about the life of the person it's linked to. It can't be broken."

"Is it impossible, or has no one done it?"

I paused, not knowing how to answer. Jim can always find the center of the problem straight to the point, so I choose to remain silent.

"Well, if you like that little thing that much, you can," said Jim, who was laying on his stomach and programming my PADD with things I wasn't going to like. "But," he pursed his lips, "you can't look at my past. You can't pry into my thoughts." He tapped the screen, "Don't think that only you guys with telepathy can build barriers—I can't, either. It will, trust me."

"I'll always trust you." I stroke his back and it makes him purr comfortably. "And I promise you that I will never invade your privacy."

"That's good," he asked nonchalantly. "Won't your dad beat you to death or—disinheritance or something for linking up with a slave?"

"You're not a slave, Jim, you're my mate."

"...partner, huh?" Jim rolled over and looked at me with a playful smile: "I've been yours for a long time, maybe one day I can have you too, but you know that doesn't mean we will be together .”

"You think you didn't get me." I kissed his wrist and bit his pulse lightly with my canine teeth. He didn't answer, but subconsciously flinched and giggled again.

He is always like this, frivolous and forbearing, arrogant and fragile, his origin is unknown but extremely attractive, unpredictable and fascinating, he is like a mystery.

Jim, James, my Krol, my S□□aran.Why are you by my side?

Sure enough, as he said, he knew how to close the two-way channel in the link.I can channel my emotions to him, but he selectively replies to me.Most of the time it was me who told him, and he answered a few sporadic and lazy words, and then continued to do his own thing.Of course, there is one exception, that is, in bed, he enjoys sex more than anyone else, and knows how to use the bond perfectly in sex.

After another cloud and rain, he curled up in my arms and breathed calmly, his eyes were slack, and the blush on his cheeks was still there. At this time, he was naked inside and out, and he hadn't put on the protective mask yet My fingers wandered between his hair strands, combing his hair slowly, soothing his nerves.He loves this.The end of the link stretched lazily like a kitten basking in the sun.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

"network."

"You have a heart and you deserve praise."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Come on, you still want to—"

"Kirk." I cut him off.

He froze, but I didn't stop.I slowly stroked the lines of his face, traced his outline with my fingertips, as gentle as if I were treating a lover.

Is Jim my lover?I asked myself this question, but I couldn't get a definite answer.We never spoke frankly about love or infatuation, and lust was a much heavier subject.It's just that he's stiff and suddenly on guard right now, as if I'm a gigantic monster ready to devour him with shadows.

I seemed to have dismantled his defenses by an iota, but now the effort is gone.But I can't stop, I have to finish it.Everything I know, everything I've unearthed, everything about him—not Jim, but James T. Kirk.

"You're a Kirk, aren't you? Your vengeance is transparent, and I don't even need to be a telepath to know it." I continued before his emotions turned to anger. "I never peeped Your past memory or the relevant part of your mind. Although I don't know how you learned the method of reinforcement, your barriers are very strong. Regarding your...experience, I have my own search method."

He sat up, with his back to me, and seemed to be hesitating whether to leave or stay now.

I withdrew my hand, sat up, and stared at his bare back: "Your family was indirectly broken by Vulcan, and your life was completely ruined because of it. In today's world where information is so advanced, if you want to completely wipe it out?" It is almost impossible to find traces of a person's growth, and you can easily find out your past. I am the only heir to the Vulcan Empire, and the reason why you came to me is... not difficult to guess."

23.8 years ago, the Romulan Empire attacked the Earth. The latter asked for help from Vulcan, which was an alliance planet. The high-level officials at that time agreed to them, but chose to stand by when the war really came.The first ship to be shot down was the one Jim's mother served on and his father commanded, and none of them survived.From a certain point of view, Vulcan did ruin his family, made him wander, and made him a prisoner in his supposedly glorious years. Jim's resentment of Vulcan's wrath isn't entirely incomprehensible to me.

I kissed his shoulder blade, licked the bite mark that had scabbed and fallen off countless times with my tongue, leaving a deep mark, and then walked towards the door. Jim still sat on the bed, maintaining that position, without any reaction.I assume he needs time to digest these facts, and with so many empty rooms in the royal family, I can choose not to bother him.

"... will be held after 5.6