Tag: Pairing: Kirk/Spock

When his alternate first arrived in a scrambled transporter beam two weeks ago, Jim was excited to meet him and combine their powers for the forces of awesome. Actually, first Jim ordered him quarantined, polygraphed, and tested for alien DNA, but he should have known the guy would hack his way out of the brig, and by the time he emerged again, clothes inexplicably torn and whiskey eyes somehow deadened, Jim knew he was who he said he was and instead of excitement, he felt a creeping disquiet about the man.

Source: A Distant Horizon – Space is like hard pure night — LiveJournal | https://what-alchemy.livejournal.com/

This is epically awesome – I love the characterizations, each man distinct, each relationship special.

Spock was an old man; he figured the universe would forgive him for deriving pleasure in whatever way he could.

And if Jim were here–his Jim, with rosy, plump cheeks, graying curls atop his head, and a devilish gleam in his eyes that laughed at life’s idiosyncrasies–he’d be joining in on the merriment.

Source: Piqued by Jaylee

This is my favourite kind of Spock Prime – the meddling, match-making kind, who can’t help but be amused by the fledgling relationship of young Kirk and Spock. (Locked for AO3 users.)

“And you haven’t remembered anything since then? About yourself? Or about others, like me?”
He shakes his head and spreads his hands in an apologetic gesture.
Two days for him, one for me. For a moment the panicky feeling is back. What if we never find out who we are? What if…
“I am glad that you are here.”
The quiet admission shakes me out of my misery, and spontaneously I put my hand on his arm.
“Me too. I don’t like to be alone.”

Source: Hours of Freedom by Vanasati | https://web.archive.org/

Kirk and Spock wake up on a planet with no memory of who they are. Luckily they have each other… Absolutely wonderful amnesia fic.

He moves then, not Bones nor any ghost of my imagining, but him, real and alive and moving toward me in the dark.

I’m holding my breath, not realizing I’m doing it until I hear him, a rustle of heavy fabric so faint I wouldn’t hear it otherwise. I can feel him close to me. I want so badly to reach out that it hurts, a physical ache somewhere inside of me, but I can’t, I can’t. Because if I do and there’s nothing…

He touches me, the brush of fingertips on my bare arm.

A sound–me. Was that me?

Source: Cover of Night by Killa

Kirk on Vulcan, waiting for Spock’s recovery and agonising over things that happened in the dark, that he was too afraid to let into the light. This is exquisitely painful and exquisitely beautiful.

Spock’s reply of “No, Doctor” came just a fraction of a second too late, raising all sorts of red flags in McCoy’s brain. “The bond between T’Pring and I was exclusive. The breaking of that bond through the kahli-fee should have short-circuited my body’s… urges.”

“Well, obviously, it didn’t,” McCoy grumbled. “Spock, your hormone levels are up again, and rising. Your little fainting spell on the planet is proof that your body is starting to crack under the strain. A few more like that, and you won’t wake up. You know better than I do how close you are to….” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

Spock nodded, and finally met his gaze. “But without a bond, I cannot mate.”

“Well, that leaves us in a right pickle then, doesn’t it?” McCoy could feel his blood pressure spike. Spock couldn’t be thinking of just letting this happen, just letting himself die! Damn stubborn Vulcan son-of-a-bitch….

Source: Need, by jemariel – Star Trek: The Original Series [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/

Post-Amok Time, things aren’t quite as over as everyone had hoped…

Spock takes off that cloak.  Careful.  Slow.  Puts it around the other one.  And now I know who he’s been saving it for.  He don’t say nothing, but his whole body changes.  He’s taller somehow.  Straighter.  I’m more used to reading his face now than I was, and there’s joy now in his eyes.  You don’t see that in the Pit, Federatti.  Not ever.

Adult, warnings for prison setting (mentions of rape, violence). This is an outside POV unlike any other I’ve read – harsh and violent, but the relationship between Spock and Kirk shines all the brighter for the dark.

Report from the Rim, by Carolyn Spencer

He’s on his knees again, without even having to be asked.

Another captain might’ve ordered him. Pushed him. Grabbed his hair and made him kneel.

But not his captain, and that might be part of why he does it in the first place.

Adult, mirror!verse AU. Yeoman Kirk services his Vulcan Captain… enthusiastically. *fans self*

Leveled, by yeaka

He stood as Spock approached him. It seemed almost odd, seeing him so young after feeling the depth of age and wisdom in the old Spock. But the sage had been right; this young Vulcan was a different person, and he had to remember that. What would grow up between them would be its own thing, however it turned out.

Varying ratings, reboot, bond fic. This series follows the relationship of Kirk and Spock starting right after the (first) movie and does so beautifully. Love how it uses Spock Prime, the mindmeld and bonding.

Timeverse, by Kagedtiger

“I wouldn’t have said any of it if I’d thought there was a grain of truth in it. I like you the way you are, you must know that. I need you the way you are.“ Jim chuckled mirthlessly. “It doesn’t sound as pretty coming from me as it did from Miss Kalomi, does it? But I need you.”

Adult, post-This Side of Paradise. Kirk wants to know if Spock is really unhappy – and finds he himself has some explaining to do. Perfectly in-character revelations and sexing ensues. Especially love how Vulcan Spock remains through it all!

Wilderness Were Paradise Enow, by belmanoir