Bonds of Change (Star Trek 2009/RPF Xover)

9. Three?

This chapter has been heavily edited to make it PG13 - if you would like to read the original mature version, please check out Bonds of Change - Mature Scenes, which can be found in my reading list Tasha's Other Fanfiction and at the external link to this chapter.

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Jim looked down at his uniform and was about to pull it off when he remembered that he was in his own mind. He was only wearing the outfit because his subconscious had put him in it when forming the construct; he'd been in casual clothes when he'd been with Spock, so he went with a theory. Concentrating he decided to be naked.

"Impressive," Spock said and Jim looked down again to find that he'd actually managed it; "not many people are so proficient in controlling their self-vision."

Then in the blink of an eye Spock was naked as well.

"Let me guess, except Vulcans?" he said, managing to sound amused even though all his thought processes were currently squealing like teenage girls at a sleepover.

He had never seen Spock naked. He was utterly shocked that Nyota hadn't simply shot him between the eyes and staked her claim when the whole situation had begun, because Spock had a perfect body.

"And those trained by Vulcans," Nyota said and Jim managed to drag his eyes away from Spock long enough to realise Nyota's uniform was gone as well.

She, however, had opted for a bra and panty set that Jim could only decide enhanced her magnificent figure.

"Do you want to be ours, James?" Nyota asked him and he nodded wordlessly.

It was not often he was struck speechless, but Spock and Nyota had managed it.

"Then Spock will have you while you have me," she said; "is that acceptable?"

"Yes," he forced himself to say.

"Then Spock, you will need to prepare James; he is not ready for you yet."

Jim was suddenly taken by the thought of what a formidable captain Nyota would make as she commanded without so much as hardening her voice. That disappeared quite quickly, however, as Spock reached out and touched him. He never would have thought that Vulcans could be a sensual people; they were so controlled, but Spock's touch was deliberate and arousing, touching him just where he needed to be touched.

Spock moved in behind him, arm coming round over his hip, fingers splaying over his skin as Spock kissed the side of his neck. Those long, dexterous scientist fingers danced over his flesh and touched him like no one ever had. The way Spock played him had him gasping as he leaned into the other man to maximise the contact between them. He lost himself in the sensations, feeling each touch as it was magnified by the demands of the bond between them.

The way Spock touched him, preparing him for what was to come, had him relaxing further with each sensation.

"My captain," Spock said, placing a kiss on his back.

He moaned quietly. This was more than he could have imagined. Where the hell everything came from that they needed, he had no idea, but then Spock was as capable of conjuring things as he was, even though it was his mind.

Eventually, having decided he was ready, Spock pulled him upright onto shaky legs and held him as he recovered his equilibrium.

"How'm I doing?" he asked with a dazed smile.

"Perfectly," Spock told him and then turned him back towards the other side of the room.

Nyota was sat in the command chair and between one moment and the next she was naked. Then, with the grace of a dancer, she slid forward. Jim felt his mouth go dry. That proved one thing at least; he might be bonded to Spock, but he could definitely appreciate beauty and sexiness in others when he saw it. The fact that Spock was pushed up hard behind him, so they were skin to skin just made the moment that much headier.

"Come here then," Nyota said, smiling and beckoning to them both.

He had never imagined, not even in his wildest fantasies just how all woman Nyota was. Her skin shone in the red light and he couldn't help tracing his gaze over every inch of her curves. Only as Spock nudged him did he actually move forward.

"She is beautiful is she not?" Spock whispered into his ear.

"Breathtaking," Jim admitted.

"And ours," Spock told him.

All he could do was agree.

It didn't matter that this was in his mind; it was as much reality as anything that might happen outside.

"My men," Nyota said and lifted one leg, hooking it around Jim's thigh as he moved close enough. "Now, James, you get to have both of us."

He did not need inviting twice and thus began the headiest, most sensual sexual encounter of his entire life.

As all three of them came together, he felt it, something clicking into place that was more than physical. The bond that had been rising and falling through the entire experience flooded his whole consciousness and he sobbed as it sang with completion. His legs almost gave out and only Spock's strong arms and grabbing for the arms of the chair saved him from falling onto Nyota.

"Jim?" Spock asked, all but holding him up as Nyota's smaller hands kept him upright from in front. "Do you wish to stop?"

He shook his head, probably too violently.

"Need ... need to ... keep going ..."

He wanted to give Spock and Nyota everything, but it seemed to be beyond him. However, he managed to keep his arms braced as Spock too control. It was by no means the smoothest or prettiest sex Jim had ever had, but it was the most intense. He might have laughed when he remembered it was all in his head, but he was too far gone.

Really it shouldn't have worked, he had far too little control of his body, but somehow, they achieved a form of harmony. What seemed physical to begin with gradually began to melt away and as he felt himself moving closer and closer to completion it became far more metaphysical. He began to feel more and more of what Spock and Nyota were experiencing and by the time he reached the zenith, they were all mixed up together.

He felt the ecstasy and he shared it completely with both Spock and Nyota as it reflected between them echoing back and forth. It was at once the most wonderful experience he could remember and the strangest. As it slowly passed, he finally felt the peace he hadn't known since Spock had found him in that cell.

Jim became aware that he was lying down over a matter of a few seconds. The reality of the bridge he had created in his mind faded and the real world came into his senses. The fact he was sandwiched between two naked bodies took a little longer to register, at which point he slowly opened his eyes.

"Do not move," Bones told him from beside the bed and waved a tricorder over him.

It wasn't really what he had expected, but it occurred to him that he should have. Anyone else probably would have been mortified at being naked in bed with two of his officers and there being three other people in the room. Jim just took stock of the very fine male body touching him from behind and the equally fine, but female body touching him from in front and let Bones get on with whatever Bones was doing.

"Well your vitals are all back where they should be," Bones told him, "but you're physically exhausted again. Sleep."

Before he could protest, a hypospray was pressed against his neck and everything faded out again, this time to peaceful blackness.

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This chapter has been heavily edited to make it PG13 - if you would like to read the original mature version, please check out Bonds of Change - Mature Scenes, which can be found in my reading list Tasha's Other Fanfiction.