"Spock? What are you-" The smirk on his face had alerted Jim that something was up. He ceased the man's speech with his lips, pushing the man down on his bed with his own body. He felt Jim tense and fight back, but was no match for Spock's Vulcan strength. He easily pinned the man down, the strong emotions of the Vulcan race let loose from their discipline. When Jim tore his mouth away, Spock lowered his head to the man's neck, eager to mark him as his mate.

"Spock!" He heard no happiness or pleasure in that tone, and was determined to change that. He slowly took one hand on a tour of Jim's chest. Pushing it underneath the Captain's shirt, feeling every tense muscle with a gentle, firm touch.

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