Coming down from a high – especially a combined sexual and mental one – was an experience in its own. Jim moaned softly as his muscles protested and one of his legs slid from Spock’s waist to the bed. Spock had all but collapsed on top of him – pinning him down wile his cock was still buried half hard inside of Jim. He knew that it would take only a few minutes and his Vulcan would be ready again for another round – preferably a slow deep fuck. Most of the times Jim was ready for another round himself, but he felt particularly wiped tonight. Still, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy it – on a different level.
Jim brushed a hand down Spock’s sweat-slicked back and hummed. Spock stirred slightly but continued to lay where he did. Jim thought it probably had a lot to do with Vulcan possessiveness and protectiveness. He wondered what had inspired this round of sex – fantastic though it was. Damn pointy eared race and their emotional hang-ups. It wouldn’t kill them to actually express their feelings. Still, if it got him sex like this – it couldn’t be all bad.
He looked down his nose at the black head of hair resting in the hollow of his neck and shoulder. Jim took in the strong Vulcan body pinning him down. He traced the length of his back and settled a hand on that strong firm ass. It felt comfortable.
Spock wasn’t the person he had expected to marry. He hadn’t expected to marry anyone truth be told. The new Vulcan policy had put a stop to that though and Spock had claimed him beyond any reason of a doubt. When he let himself think about it – he still couldn’t quite reconcile it all though. He knew that repopulation was needed for both their races to survive, but he couldn’t help but feel bitter about the way it had all come to pass. No matter his feelings for Spock – the ones that had developed over time. It still meant that Spock had forced him – had taken something that should have been freely given. Consent had been and always would be an important factor in his life.
It was hard to look at Spock and see someone who hadn’t given him a choice – not a real one – when the Vulcan was educating or playing with their child. Jim closed his eyes briefly. He wondered if Spock knew that about him. The fact that consent was such a large factor in their dynamics. Because despite Jim’s misgivings about their bonding – he couldn’t help but acknowledge that Spock did try to please him on several levels – perhaps more than he had been aware of before he had noticed the looks being sent their way.
Despite the forced bond and the pressing expectations, it had been Jim that had ordered Bones to perform the male carrier procedure. It had been him who had decided when and where and how his son had been conceived. And when he thought back on it – Spock didn’t treat him overtly differently than he had before bonding – possessive and protective posturing set aside.
Still, Jim wondered how Vulcans reconciled their logic about humans with their treatment of them. While most of them did not exactly see humans as inferior, they still felt they had the right to force them to bond with Vulcans even when the human partner was unwilling. Interestingly, Vulcans also treated other aliens interloping on their humans harshly. It had taken a while, but most aliens knew that just because Vulcans had claimed humans as theirs – it didn’t mean that they were there for the taking or liking of any alien who stumbled upon bonded or unbonded humans.
In a strange way, humans had not exactly lost their status – except for their freedom and more importantly their consent when it came to Vulcans. That didn’t mean that there weren’t a lot of races out there that weren’t preying on humans – who would take advantage of any unsupervised human they came across. But perhaps some of that couldn’t have been avoided – weaker in number as they were and more vulnerable looking – even if the Vulcans hadn’t claimed ownership over the human species. Still, it was two edged sword. And just because the Vulcans weren’t the worst sort of oppressors out there – it didn’t make it right.
Vulcan logic aside, there were problems and issues that came up regularly. Despite not losing other aspects of their lives, Jim felt that consent and freedom were some of the most basic human rights that could be evoked.
It also didn’t mean that there weren’t unhappy couples out there. Humans didn’t really thrive under such conditions, even if Vulcans did. It hadn’t surprised Jim when from the very beginning there had been reports of an underground rebellion movement. Humans and sympathetic species – most probably other federation allies – had set up a system that Jim predicted would have serious repercussions in time. If humans were good at anything, it was to persevere in the face of adversity. To take on the odds and come out on top.
Jim sighed and thought about the many couples out there – forced bondings or courtships. He thought about children and the issue of consent. Because even if Sarek and Spock weren’t forcing either Jim himself or Bones to produce children, it didn’t mean that other Vulcans weren’t doing so. In fact, most of them were pretty adamant on the issue of children. Jim had noticed it more and more, especially since he had paid more attention to the Vulcans and bonded humans these last few weeks. He figured that Vulcans probably thought it to be only logical. Most of them had bonded just because they thought they had found a partner with whom they could sire children with.
He thought about the blond, pointy eared version of perfection sleeping in the room next to theirs – and Jim wondered. Despite how it had come about, he had a family. He had a family and if he was very honest with himself, he wouldn’t change having George or even Spock right here and right now. He didn’t really like to think much about how he had come to care for Spock – how his body craved that Vulcan one – how his mind craved that mental connection on a deeper level than anything he had ever done before. Spock was addictive. Jim didn’t really care to think about how addicted he himself was to his Vulcan. Nor how little he had had to say on the process.
Jim bit his lower lip, worrying the indentations of the teeth marks that were left there during their passion.
They were a family.
Spock wouldn’t force him to do anything he didn’t like – bonding aside. He wouldn’t want to make Jim carry a second child. He hadn’t even forced the issue on their first – on George – even though Jim was smart enough and not naïve enough to know that it would have been brought up eventually. But Spock had told him that he didn’t want Jim to hate him for forcing a child upon his body. Jim knew that Spock’s feelings wouldn’t have changed on the matter.
Another child.
Jim thought about it. He let himself think about – perhaps for the first time since all of this had happened. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he had been afraid and his hackles had been raised when Bones had explained the situation more fully to him. How dare they judge him and Spock for their choices. How dare they condemn them when they had a bundle of perfection already running them ragged. And Jim had been so dead set against the Vulcans and their expectations, that he hadn’t really let himself think about it. Not really and not about what it would mean for them as a family.
Another child, maybe like me, maybe like Spock, maybe just like George, maybe nothing like any of them
He thought about it. And wondered if he would actually like to have another child with his husband. He remembered his son’s earlier giggling and Spock’s wet plastered hair. He considered family and love and the joy – so much joy – he felt. And he let that simmer, just for a moment. And yes. Maybe he did want another child. A startled laugh escaped Jim at the very unexpected but very real notion. Who knew? Because he sure as hell hadn’t known.
Maybe with blonde hair or a brunette. Pointy ears, no doubt about that. Wonder if it would be a girl or a boy.
Jim yawned slightly and drifted off, thinking about all the possibilities he had never let himself explore before. Spock would wake him up soon anyway.
Maybe interested in flying or engineering. Maybe something artsy. George would make a fine big brother. No doubt about that. What about space though, got to have its own room. Would have to ask Scotty, he would know. What colour…
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