Title:                     With this ring I thee wed...
Author:                 Lady Charena
Series:                  A/U - humour/parody (whatever you prefer, I think it's both)
Codes:                   K/S
Rating:                  R
 
Feedback:    I'd love to get - <LadyCharena@aol.com>

Summary: Well... I always wanted to see Spock as a Prince. So I think it's now the right time for a short fairy tale of the special kind...
If you can't deal with a sobbing and crying Jim doing the cheated-maiden-thing, please do not read further. But if you can - go on, enjoy yourself. I surely did.




Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns Star Trek. This story is mine and only fanfiction. No moneymaking or offence of copyrights is intended. If you are under age or have a problem with homosexuality, please stay away.

English is not my native language, please be patient with mistakes. My deepest gratitude to T’Len and Lisa for beta. If there are remaining errors, blame me.


With this ring, I thee wed...
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Lady Charena
August 2001


"No." Kirk was torn between begging and crying. "I won't just give you up.  You promised to marry me. Don't you remember? Our first night at the ocean. You gave me a ring. You made love to me. You promised to marry me..." Despair won out and he started sobbing, throwing himself onto a low couch beneath the open window. He buried his face in silken pillows and cried a little louder - just to make sure Spock would hear.

Spock, Prince of the Kingdom of the Seventh Ocean, felt repulsion. He truly... treasured... Jim and maybe even loved him in his own way - but didn't relish dealing with his hurt feelings right now. He was still shocked from the news his father broke earlier in the evening. Spock started to pace. He had forgotten of his childhood betrothal to the daughter of the King of the Third Ocean. Since the age of fifteen he was known to prefer men, so he thought his father had called the arranged marriage off long ago. Obviously Sarek had not.

He and Jim just came back from paying a visit to an old friend and healer. Bones McCoy lived several miles into the interior - he despised large bodies of water. Strange for a man born on a planet covered with small islands with nothing but water surrounding them.

Sarek called his son to the throne room as soon as Spock jumped from the back of his mount. So Spock went to his father and was informed about the arrival of his future wife T'Pring, Princess of the Kingdom of the Third Ocean, within a week. The marriage should take place five days after her appearance.

The young Prince was too shocked to react at all. Absent-minded, he answered the questions his curious mate asked. He was taken aback by the other man's dire distress.

Kirk started a heated discussion, which ended with his - already above mentioned - bursting into tears.

With a sigh, Spock crossed the room to sit next to his devastated mate and laid a hand onto the sobbing young man's shoulder. "I am sorry," he said. "I thought Sarek would call the marriage off after I discovered my preference for men."

Kirk turned and flung himself into Spock's arms. "Please say you won't agree to this marriage. You love me, not this... this bitch."

"T'Pring is no bitch, Jim. She is a very lovely, intelligent young woman. And of royal blood as I am myself."

Kirk whimpered and freed himself from Spock's loose grip. "Why don't you say it? I'm not good enough for you anymore," he wailed. "For years I've been good enough to warm your bed and now you're going to throw me out like an old dog."

He moved to stand up and pace the room like Spock did before. He snivelled and wiped away the tears with the sleeve of his shirt. "Okay, if you want this, I go." He slowly went to the door. "I'll go," he repeated. "You'll never see me again." He paused and waited expectantly, one hand on the handle of the door. No answer. He let a little sob escape. "You don't love me..."

Spock finally came to him. "Do not be silly, Jim. Of course I love you.  But there is nothing I can do. The marriage is arranged. T'Pring will arrive shortly and I will be wed to her." He took the smaller man into his arms. "I do not look forward to this, but I see no escape."

"Oh, there must be a way. Your mother. She was always so supportive of our love."

"I am not sure about any help my mother could give us. She is his wife and bound to obey Sarek's decisions as much as I am," Spock stated doubtfully.

But Jim had already dragged him to the door. "Let's try it."

* * *

Lady Amanda was a warm and understanding woman. She took Jim into her arms and spared an encouraging gaze for her too silent son. "I'm so sorry for the two of you," she said softly. "Sarek already told me. He fears the King of the Third Ocean will be angry if we refuse the marriage now. He is a mighty ally against our enemies. If we lose his help, we will weaken dangerously. It is for the best if Spock gets married to this girl."

"But I love Spock," Jim whispered defiantly. "I won't give him up."

Amanda regarded him with a sympathetic gaze. "I'm sorry, Jim," she said softly. "I know how much you love Spock. But there is no other way. Promise you won't do anything foolish. Listen to me, Jim." She looked to her still silent son. "Spock, talk to him!"

"I will try." Spock went to them and took his sobbing lover from his mother's arms. "Come with me, Jim," he whispered into the ear of his lover. "Let us return to my rooms."

* * *

An hour later they had still no solution. Jim paced the floor, he was now into swearing more than into tears...

Spock left his seat at the edge of the big bed and went to him. He took Jim's hand into his and gently restrained his upset lover. "Come and sit with me. You are wasting energy."

Jim gazed at him. "I can't believe it. You're just gonna sit here and wait for the bitch." He freed himself from Spock's grip. "I can't do that."

"I will talk to Sarek in the morning. You will achieve nothing by treading a path into the floor, t'hy'la."

"Maybe it will make me tired enough to sleep." Jim crossed his arms in front of his chest and turned away.

"T'hy'la." Spock hugged his lover. "I happen to know of another activity to make you tired enough to sleep," he whispered seductively. "We should not waste more time. Let me take you to bed..."

* * *

Later - deep into the night - Jim slipped out of the arms of his Prince and left the bed in silence. He wouldn't wait for a miracle. He could imagine the result of Spock's discussion with his father - the marriage with T'Pring!

Silently Kirk left Spock's rooms and took his mount out of the stable. He would ask Bones for advice. The healer was well known for his wisdom.

* * *

Bones wasn't overly happy to be awakened at this early hour. "I take extra Credits for early morning calls," he grumbled as he opened the door. "Jim, what the heck are you doing here?"

"Spock wants to marry," Kirk explained, as he jumped down from his mount, leaving the animal to itself as he followed the healer inside the small house.

"Well, congratulations," McCoy said dryly. "I always told you he would one day come to his..."

"He's going to marry a woman!" Jim broke in. "The bitch of a Princess of the Third Ocean."

The healer whistled though his teeth. He had already heard of the lovely T'Pring. "Bad news," he stated. "But why are you here, Jim? You should be with Spock, trying to talk him out of this."

Jim threw himself into the next chair. "He won't listen to me. Bones, if he doesn't marry the Princess, her father will be very angry. Maybe he will even start a war against the Kingdom of the Seventh Ocean. But I won't give Spock up. I love him. And he loves me. He promised to marry me."

Bones lifted his head. "When did he promise to marry you?" he asked. "If he was already bound to you - you could refer an older claim."

"Two years ago. But he was betrothed to T'Pring as child." Silent tears coursed down Jim's cheeks.

"Damn," the healer muttered under his breath. "This will take some thinking..." and drinking...

Two bottles of his best brandy later, Bones remembered an old legend his granny used to tell him when he was a child. "Did... did Spock ever give... give you a gift of love?" he asked. "Well - a necklace, a bracelet or a ring?"

Jim startled from his drunken slumber in the chair. "Yes," he answered after a minute. "He gave me a ring. After the first time we made love..." Fresh tears came to his eyes as he thought of this night...

"But you don't wear any rings on your fingers." McCoy took a closer look at Jim's hands, which ominously seem to blur and waver in front of his eyes. "Can't you keep quiet for a moment?"

"Oh?" Jim too, watched his hands. "Of course not. It's a special ring."

McCoy gazed at him. "What kind of ring?" he asked curiously.

Jim blushed to a deep shade of pink Spock always appreciated, but took a small bag out of a pocket of his trousers. A golden ring flashed in the light of the lamp. Kirk closed the bag hastily but it was obviously no ring made to wear on a... finger...

"What the hell is this?"

"It's... it's a cock-ring," Jim mumbled.

It took some time till McCoy's befuddled mind made the connection - then the healer started to giggle. "He gave you... he gave you a... a sex toy..."

Kirks face darkened even more. "Very funny, Bones."

Slowly McCoy recovered. He cleared his throat. "Okay I think I it will be sufficient."

"Sufficient? For what?"

The healer leaned back and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"Patience, Jimmy, patience. My granny told me about a mysterious pond about a day's journey from here. Right at the feet of the L'langa mountains. If you want to find out if your mate really loves you, you have to throw a pawn into the pond. If your lover is really in love with you, he/she dive for the pawn, find it, and give it back to you.

Jim thought hard. And thought some more. It was not easy with that much brandy... "That's unbelievable."

"But it works. My granny told me. She tried it once herself. And married the guy. He was my grandpa."

"And they lived happily ever after," Jim mumbled, playing with the small bag.

"They did." McCoy yawned. "They had six children."

Kirk grimaced. "Spock and I won't have children," he explained very seriously, stifling a yawn of himself. "I just don't want him to marry this woman."

"Well, if he will dive for the... ring... he really loves you. And if he really loves you - he won't marry the Princess. Don't you think, Jimmy?"

"But his father? And *her* father?"

"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy," McCoy rebuked him softly. "True love always finds a way." With this cryptic remark, he relaxed into his chair and closed his eyes.

"Bones?"

He got no answer. McCoy slept.

* * *

After he washed his face with cold water, he got a somewhat clearer mind. Jim left McCoy's house in silence, took his mount and started his journey to the small pond. He had to try...

It was into the next night that he finally reached his goal. It had taken a lot of questioning in each of the little villages along the road to find the right way.

The pond was situated in a valley, surrounded by high walls of rocks. In the remaining light of the sinking sun, the water shimmered in rich red and orange shades. Jim climbed to a little cliff high over the water and gazed down. With a sigh he took the bag with the cock-ring out of his pocket, opened it, kissed the precious gift goodbye - and tossed it into the water. It vanished with a little splash.

The next moment Jim dropped into deep slumber.

* * *

 At that same moment, Spock left the throne room with a profound feeling of frustration.  His father had insisted on the marriage to T'Pring, and he had not seen Jim since the night before.  Spock missed his sweet lover.

Suddenly he felt something... strange... like a call, drawing him out of the palace and into the direction of the L'langa mountains. Jim... Jim was calling him? He was in the mountains? But why? Where?

Like a sleepwalker, he saddled his best mount and rode off.

* * *

Spock followed the call blindly to the small pond. He did not stop, he did not sleep or eat, he steadily rode to the pond, where he found his lover in deep slumber.

He tried everything he knew to wake Jim - but Kirk slept on. Suddenly there was a voice, coming from deep down out in the water. "Find the token of your heart. Find the gift of your love. It rests in the depths of the pond. Find it and your lover will rouse from his slumber..."

"Who are you? Where are you?" Spock asked - but got no answer. He left Jim's side and walked to the end of the cliff to look down into the calm water.  Water lilies flowed on the surface. ...The token of your heart. The gift of your love... There was only one gift he ever presented his lover with. A golden cock-ring. 

After a soft kiss on Jim's cheek, Spock took off his clothes. Taking a deep breath he dove over the edge of the cliff and down into the deep water.

It was dark beneath the surface. It was very cold. He shivered. How was he supposed to find anything at all in this darkness? Tendrils of plants reached for him as if trying to hold him back. But Spock slid out of the slippery grip and continued his search. Two times he had to swim to the surface to breathe.

Suddenly there was a soft gleam in the darkness, surrounding him. On a nest of colourful corals the ring laid. Spock picked it up and swam to the surface of the water.

* * *

It took some time to climb onto the steep shore and some more till he reached the cliff, where Jim still slept. Spock felt disappointed. "Jim? T'hy'la, wake up. I found the ring. Please wake up." No reaction to his words. Maybe if he attached the ring...

Spock knelt next to Jim and started by kissing soft lips. He opened Jim's clothes, stroking and kissing and nibbling his way down the relaxed body of his lover...

And Jim - even deep into the magical slumber - felt the soft touches, gentle kisses, and began to respond to the caresses. His cock started to stiffen...

Spock licked along the hard shaft and earned a soft moan. He smiled the secret smile only Jim knew and slipped the ring on.

Jim opened his eyes...

* * *

Some time later they rested in each others arms.

"You really love me," Jim sighed dreamily.

"Of course I do. You had doubts?"

"After all your talking about T'Pring and your marriage - yes, some." Jim snuggled up to his lover. "You won't marry her, will you?"

"No, I will not marry her. I can think only of one way - we have to talk to T'Pring. Maybe she too is averse to this marriage. Together we could find a solution."

"But not now," Jim brushed his hand down the still naked body of his Prince. "In the morning will be early enough..."

* * *

Well, the rest is quickly told. They went to T'Pring and discovered her as averse to the arranged marriage with Spock as they themselves were. She was deeply in love with another man called Stonn. Her mother was supportive of her daughter.

Together they persuaded the King of the Third Ocean to talk to Sarek, King of the Seventh Ocean. After two days of discussion, threats and finally an appeasement - both Kings called off the marriage of their children.

Spock married his Jim and T'Pring got Stonn. Bones told the tale of the true-love-pond over and over again. Sarek and T'Pring's father were content with the new strength of their alliance.

And they all lived happily ever after...

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