It is I, Spock.

“Warren mentioned someone named Jim. He said he was a friend of yours? My classes are Linguistics, Basic Training then my first break. Earth History, Quantum Mechanics and my second break, then Diplomatic Studies and Intergalactic Literatures.” She was not made uncomfortable with his words. She was very curious as to find out the cause of her advances in her abilities. “I am willing to undergo tests to find out a cause.”

Spock hesitated to tell her about his relationship with Jim. He knew that being a Vulcan, she might not understand why he had started a "relationship". He nodded slightly to answer her question, "Yes." He listened to her schedule, comforted that he would be able to see her around. "A familiar face in three classes." He noted her courage in searching for the truth, "That shall be discussed later. Perhaps Warren will be able to answer your questions more fully before we set up experiments."

“Warren? You mentioned him before. How interesting- and he is human?” T’Palila’s curiosity in the boy peaked. She would definitely have to meet him now. “I have heard stories of Vulcans moving things with their minds- but they were very old and wise by the time that ability manifested itself. “Spock, may I ask what your schedule is? I have just recently received mine, and I am curious to see if I have at least one with a familiar face.”

"Yes. He is." Spock nodded at her concern, "There might be an explanation. Perhaps your abilities are manifesting far quicker than anyone else. It might be anomaly in the data." It was meant to come out as comforting. "Yes. I have Engineering; Basic Training; break; Earth History; Quantum Mechanics; break; Advanced Nuclear Physics; Microbiology." Spock recited out his entire schedule by heart. 

Jim stayed silent, listening to Spock speak. “So.. We’re, what, soul bonded now? By accident?” He asked, folding an arm underneath his head, his other arm curled around Spock’s shoulders, brushing his fingertips against the back of his neck. “Are.. Are you okay with that?”

"Yes." Spock watched Jim's face, trying to guess what emotion he was feeling. He relaxed to the touch, nodding. "Yes. Are... Are you?" He had never felt so unsure. Spock reached up, stroking two fingers along Jim's.

Jim moved his hands to rest over Spock’s back, holding him close. He sighed, nuzzling into the Vulcan’s neck before he moved back, slipping out of him but still holding him close. “So.. What are we, now?” he asked, quietly, out loud because he figured these words should be spoken with words and not with thoughts. “Explain what you did to me, Spock.”

Spock rolled to the left slightly, still resting on Jim but less so. He rested his mind against his chest, closing his eyes. "Together." He explained, trying not to scare the man. "It's called the mind meld. It connects the mind, some say the soul, of two participants. I did not realize the... extent of its repercussions."

Jim groaned loudly, the feeling of Spock’s hand firm and tight in his hair unearthing something inside of him, some part of him which liked being pulled about by the Vulcan. Yes yes all yours Jim moaned, clutching at Spock tightly as he reached his peak, spilling into Spock with a loud moan, louder than before. He slumped a little once he was spent, sagging back into the mattress with barely enough thought to curl a hand around the Vulcan’s cock and stroke him quickly.

Spock shuddered at the feeling of being able to render the man like so. He arched into Jim's touch, slowly trying to let himself go as well. It didn't take long at all. With a moan of Jim's name, he came hard. Sighing, he pillowed his head against the man's chest, not moving from his position.

Jim gripped at Spock;s back, clutching him close. “Oh my God…” he moaned, sitting up a little and burying his face against Spock’s collar bone, nipping and sucking at the skin there, leaving tiny little green marks in his wake. He continued to thrust even as his body cried out for release, ached for it. Gonna… Spock, gonna come.. Jim gasped, a loud and obscene moan leaving his lips.

Spock gulped, nodding as he moved faster. He clutched a hand through Jim's hair, weaving his fingers through. He pulled his head back forcefully, tilting him up to meet his mouth. Spock sucked hard on Jim's bottom lip, mine.

Jim chuckled, running his hands over Spock’s hips slowly. “Shut up”, he muttered, waiting until he was completely sheathed inside of Spock before he moved, thrusting lightly at first, before picking up speed. He moaned loudly, wrenching his lips from the Vulcan’s, moving his mouth to his neck and biting down sharply, bringing up a violently green bruise on the skin there.

A corner of his mouth lifted, smirking down at Jim. He sighed at the arched of his hips, grinding downwards to meet the other's every stroke. He tilted his neck so that Jim can have easier access. Spock was taking shorter and shorter breaths, couldn't quite believe how good this was. He moaned loudly and obscenely, rocking faster and faster.

I swear this place is a maze

It is massive, too easy to get lost. I was looking for the cafeteria but I got some help so I am fine now.

Precisely. *nods* Then I shall not deter you from your goal.

Jim twisted his fingers a little bit, only pulling them out when he was happy with the amount of preparation he’d given Spock. I don’t want to hurt you He thought, tugging a little on the Vulcan’s hips, lining himself up. Please please tell me if I hurt you Jim leaned up a little, pressing his lips to Spock’s as he pushed in, a groan echoing from both his lips and from his mind.

Spock shook his head, You won't. I would be able to stop you. He took a second to relax his muscles, knowing that logically the more relaxed he was the easier it will. But he winced at the slight intrusion, trying to focus on Jim's mind and kiss instead. He pressed himself down slowly as well, taking the man inch by inch.

Jim couldn’t help but smirk, wriggling around a bit so he could shove his trousers and underwear off, not bothering to remove Spock’s from around his thighs. It’s hotter that way He rubbed a hand over the Vulcan’s stomach, clicking open the bottle and coating two fingers in the liquid. Jim didn’t hesitate, he lined up both fingers and shoved them into Spock’s body with a grunt, preparing him quickly, and slightly roughly. If I’m yours then you’re mine that’s the way it works

Spock nervously bit his bottom lip, watching Jim's every movement. He gasped at the rough treatment, not knowing if he liked it or not. But he nodded to what Jim had said, trying to relax himself. He wanted Jim to fuck him, he wanted Jim to see him eager and passionate. More. Please. Spock yielded to his own desires, eyes bright and wanting.

T’Palila’s eyes shined happily. “I am pleased to have met you, Spock. I believe in time we could develop a deep friendship.” Her eyes wandered to a couple trying to kiss behind some trees a ways off. Humans are very intriguing.. “I must inquire- You have telepathic abilities, Correct? My abilities are more… advanced. Though I am young. Does that strike you as odd? I have not thought much of it, since it is part of me, but now that I am in a foreign place I am very much aware of.. Differences in each species. I have spoken to one Vulcan student here- though she was rather uncooperative. I can almost seem to move things.” She motioned with her hands slightly as she was speaking, trying to emphasize her words.

Spock nodded, concurring with her observation. "Correct. Odd? It depends on how developed your telepathic abilities are. This seems to be a very prevalent power in this academy. Move things? You might wish to confer with Warren Mitchell. He is a telepath as well, though he is more sure of his abilities. He might be able to further answer any questions you might have. After, if you have other questions, we shall conduct some science experiments to test your power."

How could he resist that? Jim moaned loudly, pushing Spock’s hips away from his face, breathing hard. “Yeah.. Yeah, bed, come on..” he babbled, stumbling to his feet and onto the bed, wriggling around until he was lying on his back. He reached for the Vulcan, tugging him on top of him, moaning softly. Ride me?

Spock followed obediently, nodding at the question. He grabbed the lube from the bedside table and shoved it in Jim's hand expectantly.

Jim moaned loudly at the words, choking a little as Spock began to thrust more harshly than before. He didn’t give up, however, he just gripped at the Vulcan’s thighs harder, egging him on. yours yours yours all yours spock Jim let his eyes fall shut, taking a breath in through his nose before pushing his head forward, gagging a little at the feeling of Spock’s dick sliding down his throat but he didn’t care, he wanted this more than anything in the world.

Spock groaned loudly at the feeling, at the wanton behavior displayed blatantly. He fucked him quicker, all hesitation lost. He wanted Jim to be his, he wanted the release that he so desperately craved since the last time. But he restrained himself, not yet. I want you to fuck me, Jim. He cried out into his mind, Please?

Jim stumbled a little when Spock grabbed him, torn between pulling away from the hand in his hair or begging for more. He grunted a little when his knees hit the floor, reaching out and gripping onto the Vulcan’s thighs for balance. He nodded eagerly at Spock’s thoughts, opening his mouth and swallowing him down once more, able to get nearly all of his cock into his mouth at this angle. Jim looked up at Spock, spreading his knees a little so that he was lower down than before, giving the other man a much better angle to fuck his face. come on come on let me do this and then you can do whatever you want with me i’m yours spock remember that i don’t know what you did to my mind but i’m yours it’s yours everything about me is yours

Spock trembled, reaching out to balance himself by placing his hand on one of the walls. He experimentally thrust into Jim's mouth, long and slow. He groaned at the sight of the boy, blue eyes and wanting. Mine. He called out subconsciously, the thought surprising even himself. You are mine. James Tiberius Kirk. All mine. He pushed into him harsher, a sudden ferocity over taking his body. He grabbed the back of the other boy's head, holding him into place. Only mine. Remember... His hips stuttered in pace. Spock wanted to claim the boy desperately, make him wholly and truly his.

Do it do it do it Jim chanted, relying on the connection to communicate, considering his mouth was full. He pushed a blurry image of Spock fucking his face, Jim on his knees, hands behind his back, taking it like the whore he is at the Vulcan, whimpering softly. He pulled his mouth back a little, curling his tongue around the sensitive head, his blue eyes watching Spock eagerly, waiting for his next move.

Spock was quite sure that Jim was going to end up killing him one day. With a grunt, he pulled Jim off by grabbing onto his hair. Spock sat up, pulling Jim and himself off the bed. He stood waiting, pushing the other boy back down onto his knees. You wanted me to fuck your face. He said simply, guiding his cock back into Jim's mouth.