A/N: It's Amok time.

Spock was too comfortable around his Captain. He was too relaxed and it was beginning to be dangerous for both of them. Spock could feel his blood thrust against his veins but he wasn't ready to admit what it means. Every time Captain would came in too near, every time he smiled, when he looked at him Spock's blood would come an inch closer to boiling. That was dangerous at least, deathly if it continues. But Spock wasn't the master of his body anymore. He was ready to die before he would admit the state he was in.

He wasn't ready to ask for help. He knew where help was, on Vulcan with his respectable bond mate that will be his for all of their lives. He wasn't ready for that, he wasn't ready for stepping out of the ship and leaving his Captain, to live a Vulcan life where he would be a mere logic Vulcan like his mother didn't shape him.

That was all Captain's doing, and Spock let him do it. Captain discredited all that was Vulcan, he made logic cold and crude, his warmth made everything else less real. But Spock shouldn't think of his Captain's smile because that would make everything move towards Plack Tow. For now he was withstanding its call standing tall and still, keeping his hands behind his back not letting them surge towards Jim.

When he would say his name that was the time for meditation, for deep calmness but in the midst of it there he was smiling, shining like a sun. Spock crushed yet another pen in his hand. He can master this, he won't be a slave to his own desires. It shouldn't be like this anyway, Plack Tow should be invited in when the time is right, not to be triggered on its own.

That's why he was hoping, such human emotion, but he did submit to it, he hoped that he'll be able to keep Plack Tow away, but of course he was wrong. He was always wrong when he would let his human side lead.

Of course his Captain noticed his condition examining him at his quarters coming in too near. It was mere show of strength that Spock didn't jump on him and tried to either to strangle him or to dominate him. It was love that he was able to restrain himself. His Vulcan would just take what he needs to keep on living. It was logical but it was illogical to take into that kind of a bond someone that wasn't Vulcan. Although his father did that with his mother, he never asked how. Maybe he was too stranded in the middle of nowhere and logically chose the one most suitable for Plack Tow, the one that would submit to him.

He would never make his Captain submit like that, not just to save his life, it wasn't the sacrifice that was justified. Of course his Captain was a resourceful and defiant human and he did bring him to Vulcan to his Plack Tow. Spock whished he didn't. He had no desire to participate in this savage side of Vulcan's life, the price for logic. Spock always hoped he'll be spared, that his human side will prevail in the matters of breeding.

When he met his bond mate he discovered that she didn't desired him either. That wasn't a surprise but he was already too deep in Plack Tow to care about it. All he thought about was his opponent. He viciously wanted his death, he wanted to dominate him, to devour him, to own him, to get inside of him. He fought and other one resisted but more he resisted the more he wanted to crush him, to take him near, to strangle him, to straddle him, he wanted to own every inch of him. And he did just that he squeezed the life out of him and it was such a thrill such release, such pleasure to watch him give in, submit, but then he went numb under his hands and Spock woke up just to see his Captain dying.

That made all throbbing of his blood to stop. There was no reason to fight anymore, no reason to live, no reason to persist. He said goodbye to his bond mate and went to his ship to submit himself for a trial hoping they'll convict him to death.

And just then he pranced out behind him smiling like he always did, broad and beautiful.

"Jim!" he shouted and grabbed his Captain just to receive joyful laughter in return.

Spock quickly regained himself while Doctor McCoy mocked him and knew everything was alright. Spock was grateful to the old Doctor McCoy for his trick that save them all allot of grief but he wasn't the one to admit to him that he was from now on bonded to their Captain. Jim fought with him and died for him and from now on he was his bond mate for life. That made Spock calm because there was no need for greater affirmation than death to make their bond a stabilized one. Even the Captain won't have to find out that it's there.

Well, we have that under our belt. Let's see what comes in next, how long Spock's secret will persist. Do review :)