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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
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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.
were defined. A dull ache in his shoulder, a sharper pain in his
thigh, and a sense of relief slowly pervading.
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..."
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.
laid it carefully aside... and waited.
the keenest eye would have seen that his hands were trembling.
to Sickbay." The chief pilot's deep voice came over the comm.
here, Sulu. Watcha got?"
away team is back. They're on their way to you now."
effort, Leonard controlled his voice. "Lemme guess... things
didn't go exactly to plan."
chuckled. "I'd say that's one way of putting it, Doctor."
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.
him up on the bio bed," Leonard snapped, picking up his tri-corder.
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.
it," he muttered as he ran the tri-corder over the Vulcan's
body. "What in the hell went on down there?"
not fret so, beloved. These are minor injuries. I will recover.//
an elegant arch of a sable brow, Spock replied. "An unexpected
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.
smiled ruefully. "The Kentarrann are an unusual culture..."
nodded. "To say the *verra* least."
close all negotiations with offworlders by means of a tournament."
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?"
not assume that I was, in *any* way, 'whipped', Leonard.//
chuckled. "No fear, Doctor. Y'shoulda *seen* him! He tossed
the Kentarrann's man all over the arena!"
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
cleared his throat, looking not unlike a chastened schoolboy. "Look,
Bones, I know you love a lecture, but really..."
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!"
are vexed, beloved. Please do not be. I will explain.//
turned his calm face to the fuming CMO and quirked his brow again.
"Doctor, you do have a tendency at times to be overwrought."
choked. Kirk and Scott suddenly found very interesting things to
look at on the floor.
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
eyes narrowed. He drew in a breath.
Bones?" Kirk asked delicately.
you need us anymore? Scotty and I *should* get back to our duty
glared at him. "Sure. Fine. Go. Don't injure anything on the
swung his legs over the edge of the bio bed.
stay put!" Leonard pointed at him. "I wanna do another
once over on you."
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."
him right for taking my place in the tournament, Scotty..."
voices faded away.
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.
door slid shut and locked. Spock turned, waiting.
blocked me," Leonard said flatly.
Why, damn it?"
probability of injury to my person was extremely high. I did not
wish for you to be distressed by it."
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
Spock moved towards him.
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!"
brow shot up again.
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?"
a long moment, Spock considered this, his face grave, his eyes distant.
Finally he looked back at the Human.
am sorry, beloved. I was wrong.//
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.//
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.
felt Spock's mild surprise. //You are receptive, beloved?//
cupped Spock's face with gentle hands. //Beautiful, I'd have to
be *dead* not to be receptive to you.//
Leonard backed towards his office, pulling Spock with him. Once
inside, he wasted no time in stripping his mate of his somewhat
it, beautiful.// Leonard slid the material down over Spock's slim
hips. //This thing's only good for the recycler anyway.//
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.
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.
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...
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*...
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.
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.
God! Oh God, you're killin' me, beautiful. Please... *Please*...//
scooted down a little and nuzzled at the soft skin of Leonard's
belly. //Easy, beloved... soon. Very soon.//
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
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.
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.
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.
you too, Spock. Always. You know that."
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...
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.
you come to me tonight?" he asked softly.
reached out and touched his face gently. "Of course,"
dressed quickly and with one final lingering look, he turned and
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.
day, beautiful...// he thought sadly.