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Title: Defining Responsibilities
Author: Ainzfern
Series: TOS
Code: S/Mc
Rating: NC-17
Parts: 1 (1/1)
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Summary: Another little look at my own S/Mc universe. Set on board the Enterprise, not long after the events in "Not What I Expected", Leonard finds himself having to point out a few things to his over-protective bondmate.
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Author's Note:


Defining Responsibilities

Pain...

It bloomed into his consciousness, fading in where before there had only been a sudden, shocking silence. It grew slowly, like a reverse echo, folding in on itself, getting stronger.

Getting closer.

Areas were defined. A dull ache in his shoulder, a sharper pain in his thigh, and a sense of relief slowly pervading.

Blue eyes snapped up and stared hard at the entrance to Sickbay. A hissing breath was released into the silence, a harsh, almost painful sound. A whispered utterance. "Finally..."

After a frozen moment, Leonard McCoy pushed back his chair and strode purposefully out of his office and across to the bio beds. Moving to the dispensary unit, he began to lay out his instruments. Hypos, suture kits, his medical tri-corders. One, he left set for Human scans, the other he carefully adjusted to Vulcan/Human hybrid parameters.

He laid it carefully aside... and waited.

Only the keenest eye would have seen that his hands were trembling.

"Sulu to Sickbay." The chief pilot's deep voice came over the comm. link.

"I'm here, Sulu. Watcha got?"

"The away team is back. They're on their way to you now."

With effort, Leonard controlled his voice. "Lemme guess... things didn't go exactly to plan."

Sulu chuckled. "I'd say that's one way of putting it, Doctor."

McCoy broke the comm. link as his patients arrived. Kirk and Scott looked no worse for wear. But between them, limping badly, his carefully composed face rigid with pain, was Spock.

"Get him up on the bio bed," Leonard snapped, picking up his tri-corder.

As the lean Vulcan lay back, Leonard signaled impatiently for Kirk and Scott to move away. With an exchange of wry smiles, they complied. The doctor was on duty now. God help *anyone* who got in his way from this point.

"Damn it," he muttered as he ran the tri-corder over the Vulcan's body. "What in the hell went on down there?"

//Do not fret so, beloved. These are minor injuries. I will recover.//

With an elegant arch of a sable brow, Spock replied. "An unexpected development, Doctor."

Leonard blinked. "What kind of 'unexpected development'?" He looked across at the Captain even as he picked up the suture kit and went to work on the gash in Spock's thigh.

Kirk smiled ruefully. "The Kentarrann are an unusual culture..."

Scott nodded. "To say the *verra* least."

"They close all negotiations with offworlders by means of a tournament." Jim continued.

Leonard shook his head. "A tournament? You mean that in exchange for a few containers of fresh consumables, we had to let 'em whip one of our crew?"

//Do not assume that I was, in *any* way, 'whipped', Leonard.//

Scott chuckled. "No fear, Doctor. Y'shoulda *seen* him! He tossed the Kentarrann's man all over the arena!"

"Oh. Well, *that* makes me feel a *lot* better, Scotty!" Leonard drawled sarcastically at him. He looked down at Spock. "Sit up," he ordered. "You got some deep muscle trauma to that shoulder o'yours."

Kirk cleared his throat, looking not unlike a chastened schoolboy. "Look, Bones, I know you love a lecture, but really..."

"I'm including *you* in this too, Jim!" Leonard fixed him with his patented 'pissed-off CMO' expression. "I mean, what *is* it with you three? Every damned time you beam down to a new planet I end up putting one, if not *all* of you, back together again. I swear... if you don't learn to be more careful, I'm gunna start charging you *personally* for you treatment!"

//You are vexed, beloved. Please do not be. I will explain.//

Spock turned his calm face to the fuming CMO and quirked his brow again. "Doctor, you do have a tendency at times to be overwrought."

Leonard choked. Kirk and Scott suddenly found very interesting things to look at on the floor.

"The mission *was* successful," Spock continued, unperturbed. "And the Kentarrann's were most impressed with our conduct. They are willing to open negotiations with the Federation. Overall, a most satisfying conclusion."

Leonard's eyes narrowed. He drew in a breath.

"Ah... Bones?" Kirk asked delicately.

"What?!"

"Do you need us anymore? Scotty and I *should* get back to our duty posts."

Leonard glared at him. "Sure. Fine. Go. Don't injure anything on the way there."

Spock swung his legs over the edge of the bio bed.

"*You* stay put!" Leonard pointed at him. "I wanna do another once over on you."

Kirk and Scott rather quickly exited. As they reached the door, Leonard heard the engineer chuckle. "Poor old Spock. That was cruel, Captain, leaving the man to the wolves like that."

"Serves him right for taking my place in the tournament, Scotty..."

Their voices faded away.

Leonard turned to the Vulcan, his blue eyes flashing cold fire. For a long moment, Spock simply looked at him, then with slow deliberation, he got off the bio bed and walked to the exit. He reached out with one slender hand and deftly tapped the release panel.

The door slid shut and locked. Spock turned, waiting.

"You blocked me," Leonard said flatly.

"I know."

"Why? Why, damn it?"

"The probability of injury to my person was extremely high. I did not wish for you to be distressed by it."

"Distressed?" Leonard shook his head. "God *damn* it, Spock! How d'you think I felt with the link shut off, huh? One minute, everything's hummin' along just fine and then all of a sudden *bam*... shut door!" His face twisted, pale and anguished, the depth of his pain now very evident.

"Beloved..." Spock moved towards him.

Leonard stepped back. "You listen to me, Mister and you listen good. I can understand that you were motivated by a desire to protect me, but I swear... you *ever* cut me out like that again and I'll knot your arms behind your head!"

Spock's brow shot up again.

Taking a deep breath, Leonard made an obvious effort to calm down. "It's like this, Spock," he said, his voice softer. "In spite of the fact my species is young in comparison to yours, I am *not* a child. Sheltering me from the reality of our bond won't help me to get stronger and it won't help me to learn." His blue eyes were locked on his mate, pleading for understanding. "I'm well aware that sometimes I'm gunna feel intense sensations, even unpleasant ones... but I knew the score before I took you on. Spock, it *hurts* me when you lock me out. Did you ever think that I might *want* to go through this kind of thing with you? That even if I can't be there physically, I can still help you and support you by just lettin' you know that I'm there? That I love you?"

For a long moment, Spock considered this, his face grave, his eyes distant. Finally he looked back at the Human.

//I am sorry, beloved. I was wrong.//

Leonard nodded, his throat growing tight as he felt the waves of realization and remorse flowing out towards him. He stepped forward and slid his arms around his mate, giving, as much as receiving, comfort. //Yeah, you were. Don't do it again.//

They stayed in that close embrace for several minutes, touching both mentally and physically, letting their closeness sooth away the tension. Very quickly, Leonard felt his body start to awaken to the Vulcan's nearness. The timbre of his touches changed, becoming more insistent as he stroked his mate's shoulders and back, letting his hands drift down over his lean flanks.

He felt Spock's mild surprise. //You are receptive, beloved?//

Leonard cupped Spock's face with gentle hands. //Beautiful, I'd have to be *dead* not to be receptive to you.//

Smiling, Leonard backed towards his office, pulling Spock with him. Once inside, he wasted no time in stripping his mate of his somewhat lived-in uniform.

//Face it, beautiful.// Leonard slid the material down over Spock's slim hips. //This thing's only good for the recycler anyway.//

Hooking his hand around the nape of Leonard's neck, Spock drew the Human into a bruising kiss, passionately drinking him in. His other hand slid down between their bodies and squeezed the bulge of Leonard's heated erection, drawing a deep groan in response.

//Oh God, Spock... do that again.// Leonard's head fell back in surrender as his near naked Vulcan mate went to work on him, pushing him down onto the desk, his long fingered hands stroking and squeezing, virtually groping him through the cloth of his uniform.

Leonard loved it... loved the innate passion of his chosen mate. The passion that was only for him, that only he would ever get to see. Writhing under Spock's tender onslaught, he felt the ache between in legs building in earnest as the blood surged and pounded through his veins. God, he was ready, he was *so* damned ready...

//Spock... beautiful. Oh, damn it, man... do *somethin'*!// His hazy mind was incapable of specifying more. It hardly mattered. Spock was more than able to interpret the images Leonard was sending him. It wasn't as if they were particularly subtle. All Leonard knew was that he needed his mate. *Now*...

With far less than his usual finesse, Spock pushed up Leonard's uniform top, bending his sleek, sable haired head to the Human's chest. He caught one sensitive male nipple between his teeth, nipping gently, using his tongue and lips to tease the small bud into aching hardness.

With a soft, almost shocked cry, Leonard arched against him, sinking his fingers into Spock's hair, flexing them like a cat, holding him close. Back and forth, over and over, Spock caressed and nipped and kissed. With the flat of his palm, he rhythmically rubbed Leonard's erection, still trapped against the cloth confinement of his uniform.

//Oh God! Oh God, you're killin' me, beautiful. Please... *Please*...//

Spock scooted down a little and nuzzled at the soft skin of Leonard's belly. //Easy, beloved... soon. Very soon.//

//I can't... I can't hold it!..// Leonard's plea was almost frantic, carried on a silent sob of need and want, a desperate yearning towards release.

With a sudden sharp move, Spock yanked open the front of Leonard's pants, freeing his solid shaft. Without preamble, he lowered his head to the Human's thrumming sex and took him fully into his mouth.

Shouting hoarsely, Leonard gave himself over to blind, burning pleasure. His mind shut off, his body and emotions took over. His hands gripped the edge of the desk, white knuckled and shaking. With one convulsive arch backwards he surrendered to his climax as it raged fierce and primal through his thighs and belly. He felt himself pulsing powerfully into Spock's hot mouth, felt the Vulcan's throat working as his mate accepted Leonard's gift of himself.

As the tremors faded away, Leonard felt his upper body being lifted gently, folded into a pair of warm arms, held against a warm, sleekly muscled chest. //I adore you.// A simple truth of heartfelt honesty that brought tears to his eyes. In that moment, Leonard knew that he could cope with *anything*, so long as he could also have this.

"Love you too, Spock. Always. You know that."

//Indeed, beloved.// He felt an aching sense of disappointment roll over him and he realized that Spock was actively separating himself from the moment. They had taken too much time. Soon, someone was bound to come looking for one or both of them. The Vulcan still had to attend the mission de-briefing. Shipboard life went on...

He sighed heavily, concentrating on composing himself, on making the task easier for Spock. He refastened his own uniform with some reluctance. Slipping out of his mate's embrace, Leonard replicated a new uniform for him and then looked into his eyes.

"Will you come to me tonight?" he asked softly.

Spock reached out and touched his face gently. "Of course," he whispered.

Spock dressed quickly and with one final lingering look, he turned and left Sickbay.

Sighing again, Leonard walked out to the main area and slowly began packing away the medical instruments that had lain forgotten on the bio bed. As he glided his hand over the surface of the bed, smoothing away the wrinkles in the mattress, he turned and looked towards the open door.

//One day, beautiful...// he thought sadly.

One day...

END
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