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Yesterdays and Tomorrows part 2/2
Title: Yesterdays and Tomorrows
Paring: Spock/Bones- Reboot
Rating: NC17
Words: 7324
Warnings: blatant misuse of italics
Summary: Based (somewhat) on the TOS episode, Bones and Spock are thrown back in time.
A/N 1Yet another belated Christmas present for my partner in crime,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yesterday_girl . I mean, come on. She loves the episode enough to name herself after it. I thought I’d celebrate the sweetness of the Holiday season by throwing porn at her.
A/N 2: I do not, of course, make any money from this perversion adaption of the Star Trek: TOS episode All Our Yesterdays. Some of the dialogue is directly from the episode. You can watch the entire episode here (In the US anyway.) Or- much of the dialogue is stolen from these scenes (about 7:45). Thanks tojlm121 and jademac2442 for looking at this for me!
A/N 3: Does anyone really read these author’s notes?
PART 1
Leonard takes a deep breath and strips off his science blues, throwing them next to him.“I wonder where Jim is.” He strives for nonchalance as he strips off the black undershirt, the material brushing against the bite mark near his clavicle.
“Who knows? We can only hope that he is well, wherever he is.” Spock is set in shadow, the light from the fire casting his face in a strange glow.
"What do you mean, we can only hope? Haven't you done anything about it?" That’s impossible. No way would Spock ever ignore his duty to Jim. That more than anything convinces Leonard that his theory had to be true.
"What was there to do?" Spock’s voice changes, deepens with emotion, sending strange echoes around the cavern.
Leonard thinks of pointing this out, but changes his mind. "Locate the portal you damn pointy-eared...” He huffs out a breath, frustrated. “It can't be too far." It might be juvenile, but Leonard is shy of just stripping off in front of Spock. He thinks for a minute then takes off his boots, standing awkwardly on one foot then removing the other boot before walking slowly into the water, otherwise fully clothed.
"We've been through all that, Doctor. What's the point of rehashing that subject? We can't get back. Wasn't that clear to you?" Spock’s voice is full of disdain.
Leonard feels himself start to get angry. He hisses as the water comes up to his knees. It’s so hot that for a second, Leonard has the uncomfortable sensation that he’s moving through some sort of hot syrup, the humidity causing his hair to curl. He absently licks at sweat that has beaded on his lip.
Spock makes a strange sound from his vantage point on the smooth rock. Leonard looks at him, still pissed. “Yes, that was clear to me. I’m not a fucking moron, Spock.”
“Then perhaps you were too ill to understand what can't get back means.”
“I don't believe it, Spock. It’s just not like you to give up trying.” Leonard goes up to his waist and takes off his shirts, flinging them so that they hang on the rocky outcropping between the two pools.
“Then I'll repeat it for you. Get this through your head, doctor.” Spock said the word “doctor” as though it were something foul. “We can't. Get. Back. That means we are trapped here in this planet's past just as we are now, at this moment, and we'll stay here for the rest of our lives. Now do you understand?” Spock’s voice has a pure vein of fury to it.
Identifying that causes Leonard to step back. It was the same voice Spock used on the bridge of the Enterprise before he tried his damnedest to remove Jim’s damnfool neck from his spine. He watches dumbly as the water swirls around him. Leonard’s hands freeze on the button of his trousers as he gapes up at Spock, utterly dismayed.
“What's happening to you, Spock?”
“Nothing that shouldn't have happened long ago.” There’s a slick sound as Spock slides into the water. It causes Leonard’s heartbeat to begin to thud in his chest. He looks up and looks around the spring, feeling like a cornered animal.
“Long ago. Of course. Long ago, Spock. You've been dishonest with me, Spock, and that is also something new for you.” Leonard knows it’s stupid to bait Spock like this, but he can’t seem to help himself as he turns to face Spock. He swallows hard, finding Spock much closer than he’d thought. Refusing to show his nervousness, Leonard bends, pulling off his sodden trousers with a few sharp tugs, leaving him almost completely naked.
In a swirling mass of water.
With a pissed off Vulcan.
Not the smartest move you’ve ever pulled there, Bones. Leonard smirks at the irony of his self-preservation sounding at all like James T. Kirk.
“ I've given you the facts, Doctor.” Spock’s voice is a low growl of warning.
Leonard watches as Spock stares at him, his eyes roving over the way the water comes up to just under Leonard’s boxer-briefs, getting the bottoms of the fabric wet so that he could feel them sticking to his thighs. Leonard scoffs, rolling his eyes. He’s aware of how cold his chest is when compared to how warm the rest of his body is in the swirling eddies of the water. “The facts as you know them. Or did you just accept Zarabeth's word because it's what you wanted to believe?
“You were told the truth. If Zarabeth is the source, what difference does it make?”
“Zarabeth is a woman condemned to a terrible life of loneliness! Maybe you didn’t notice all the little trinkets and feminine frippery that she’s made to make this cave more livable, Spock. It was fucking sad is what it was. She can’t abide being alone! She would do anything for anybody to change that.”
“She told you what she knew. I do not comprehend your illogical desire to continue to belabor this point! She would not jeopardise other lives.” Spock’s hands are clenched underneath the water. Leonard loses all the spit in his mouth when her realizes that Spock is at least half-naked. He refuses to look under the water line, half afraid of what he’d see.
“Goddamnit, Spock! You’re not listening to me. She would do anything to prevent that life of loneliness. She would lie. She would cheat. She would even murder me, the captain, the entire crew of the Enterprise to keep you here with her! You cannot possibly be this stupid, Spock!”
Spock moves almost impossibly fast. One moment Leonard is practically nose-to-nose with him, and the next his back is slammed against the rough cave wall, scraping what feels like an inch or two of skin off from above his trapezius muscle. Leonard can feel his shoulder blade thump painfully against a jagged bit of quartz. Leonard sees stars for a second as his head comes into contact with a jutting rock and for a second is unable to move, stunned at having Spock’s hands on him.
“Are you trying to kill me, Spock? Is that what you really want?” Leonard forces himself to keep his voice steady, calm. But, he’s completely terrified. Don’t let him know you’re scared. You have to be calm or he’s gonna lose it.
Spock grunts, moving closer. Leonard is pushed further up the wall, held there by the press of Spock’s leg against him. He’s mortified to feel his cock twitch in his wet uniform pants. He’s never felt this helpless before, this weightless. Spock’s skin, slippery and wet against Leonard’s own feels like it’s on fire.
“Think, Spock. Please. What are you feeling? Rage? Jealousy? Have you ever had those feelings before?” Leonard watches as Spock shakes his head sharply. For a second the hand holding his throat loosens and Leonard gulps in a grateful gasp of air. He cannot seem to make himself look away from Spock’s dark, rage-filled eyes.
“This is impossible. Impossible.” For a moment, Spock is his normal self. Leonard imagines that he can almost see Spock struggling with his logic, as though it were some tangible thing in which he could cloak himself. “I am a Vulcan!” Spock roars, his voice seemingly ripped from the depths of his chest.
“The Vulcan you knew won't exist for another five thousand years. Think, man. What's happening on your planet right now, this very moment?” Again, Leonard forces his voice to a soft murmur.
“M-my ancestors are barbarians. Warlike barbarians.” The answer is automatic, as though Spock cannot help himself from answering a question once he knows the answer.
“Who nearly killed themselves off with their own passions. Spock, you're reverting into your ancestors five thousand years before you were born! I need you to calm down for me. Listen to my voice, Spock.Take a deep breath.”
Spock’s head falls forward into the curve of Leonard’s shoulder, where it meets the slope of his neck.
“I--..”
Leonard attempts to move, shifting his body slightly away from Spock’s. Spock makes a dark sound deep in his throat and reacts by pressing more closely against Leonard, so that the top of his thigh nudges more firmly against Leonard’s balls. Between Spock’s natural body heat and the water, it feels impossibly hot. Leonard shivers, licking his lips.
Spock moves his head, his gaze zeroing in on Leonard’s mouth. “I've lost myself. I do not know who I am.” The whisper sounds broken. Leonard feels the hand around his throat loosen completely. Spock moves his leg, allowing Leonard to slide back down to the water, breathing heavily, dark gaze still trained on Leonard’s lips.
Leonard can hear Spock inhale, slowly and deeply as though trying to commit his scent to memory. Leonard shivers again, his heart rate climbing a little higher in his chest. As the shiver wracks his body, his wrist brushes Spock’s dick, hard and bulging in his pants. Spock gasps, his hips bucking, snapping sharply into Leonard’s as though he can’t help himself before taking a step back.
Spock’s mouth moves, opening and closing soundlessly for the barest of moments before he speaks. “Doctor... McCoy. You must. Must go from here. I cannot...I--”
Leonard feels as though he’s been struck completely dumb. Spock has made a practice out of completely asexual behavior. If Jim hadn’t told him about Uhura, Leonard would never have known that the damn hobgoblin had ever gotten any at all. He knows about Spock’s Pon Farr of course. Objectively. Medically. Last year he’d been forced to make a study of Vulcan biology.He understood the mechanics of the Vulcan mating cycle- each piece of information scrapped together, pulled unwillingly from Spock as though the damn Vulcan had been charged with keeping all the secrets of the universe behind his teeth.
Now though, feeling Spock’s hard cock, even momentarily, was entirely fucking different.
Leonard can’t seem to move. Part of him realizes that Spock has let him go, that he could run back to Zarabeth’s bedroom or the main area of the cavern with a few quick movements.
He’s utterly dumbfounded when instead, he feels himself take a step forward, bringing their bodies flush against each other. Leonard can’t believe his own temerity. He has the fleeting thought that what he’s doing is like poking an injured Klingon with a sharp stick. Part of Leonard just can’t seem to stop himself. He gasps at the feel of Spock’s dick against his hip. The water stings as it brushes the scraped part of his back, but Leonard can barely feel it; every single nerve in his body is singing with awareness of Spock pressing against him.
Spock makes the low sound in the back of his throat again, and Leonard’s tongue flicks against his bottom lip, nervously. Then Spock’s hands are almost hurting him, pulling Leonard forward by the shoulders so that their chests slide against each other. Spock’s mouth goes to the bite mark he’d previously left and Leonard feels his fucking knees weaken when Spock sucks on it hard, scraping his teeth against the bruises already pressed into Leonard’s skin.
Leonard sees white as pleasure causes his body to shake. His hands clamp onto Spock’s hips, fingers sliding in-between the fabric and skin, flirting with the elastic. He moves so that his lips brush against Spock’s. They both moan, and Leonard has a second of pure, complete greed that he’s the only one that Spock has ever let hear him like this. Even if he’d fucked Uhura, there was no way that Spock had been this vocal, almost primal at the way he moaned, grunted and gasped when Leonard touched him.
Spock shuddered against him, fingertips brushing against his face and Leonard could feel a brief burst of worry/want/mine blast through him. Spock rutted against him, grinding their pelvises together so that Spock’s cock dug into the top of Leonard’s thigh, Leonard matching him grind for mind-blowing grind.
“C’mon, Spock. What do you want, huh?” Leonard knows he has a tendency to babble when he’s this completely turned on. He knows he should slow down but now that he’s given himself permission to do what he’s rarely even allowed himself to think about is driving him right the fuck out of his mind.
“I.” Spock gasps, scraping his teeth over the bottom of Leonard’s chin.
The sound of Spock’s teeth against Leonard’s stubble seems very loud over the sound of his thundering heartbeat.
“I do not... I want...”
Leonard blinks, realizing that Spock does not know what to do. Or maybe he’s too close to coming to make a decision. Leonard bites down on Spock’s lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. When they kiss, it isn’t gentle. They both fight for dominance, pressing and licking at each other, desperate for the other’s taste.
Leonard moves his hand, pressing the heel of his hand against Spock’s cock. Spock freezes for a moment. Leonard does as well, holding his breath, the remembered feel of Spock’s hand around his neck almost burning him. Spock’s eyes are almost desperate now and Leonard nods, once, pushing at Spock’s shoulders. Maybe Spock is reading his mind again. Maybe they’re just that in sync, because when Spock backs up, pulling Leonard with him by the hips, Leonard can’t help but follow, unable to make himself stop, mouth fairly salivating with everything he wanted to do to the Vulcan- no, no he was much more like a man now, his Human emotion bleeding through in bright bursts of red against the recesses of Leonard’s mind.
Spock hops up onto the ledge near the fire and Leonard’s fingers tremble as he undoes the button and zip. Spock lifts and Leonard tugs and Spock’s cock is brushing against Leonard’s cheek, a smear of precome slippery against his skin.
Spock shudders at the feel of the beard stubble against the sensitive skin and Leonard looks up at him, lewdly licking his lips. The burning possessiveness is still there in Spock’s eyes, in the tight way his face seems to a look full of desperate need, of innocent curiosity that is all Spock.
“You’ve never had someone’s mouth on you before?” Leonard doesn’t know why he whispers, but he can’t seem to help himself. His fist tightens slightly against the base of Spock’s dick, teasing even as he gently asks the question, already sure of the answer.
“No.” Spock’s voice is like gravel, gritty and hard against the back of his throat. Spock reaches out and gently pulls Leonard’s face closer, his shaking fingers twisting in the back of Leonard’s hair.
Leonard laughs low in his chest and complies, mouth opening over the head of Spock’s cock. He pauses, breathing for just a moment. Spock shivers, and Leonard imagines that the feel of his breath must seem very cold when compared to the weight of humidity from the natural springs. It’s like he can’t help but tease, swirling the very tip of his tongue around the engorged head. Spock arches, tugging impatiently at Leonard’s hair. It doesn’t take much persuasion; he is sucking down the head, licking at the underside with the flat part of his tongue, bobbing his head a little as he sucked. Leonard hasn’t exactly done this in recent memory, but he certainly knows what he likes- okay so it’s been forever since he’s had a blowjob but he has a very good fucking memory, thanks. Leonard tightens his lips and Spock cries out, the sound echoing around the room.
Leonard jaw huts a little, there’s precome and spit everywhere but he can’t seem to make himself stop. He knows he’s a mess, gobbling at Spock like some demented pervert. He just can’t believe that this is Spock, that the derisive arrogance the brilliant First Officer always has when talking to Leonard has completely disappeared, that Spock is letting him suck him into his mouth, that the head of Spock’s dick is bumping against the back of his throat.
Spock’s hands tighten in Leonard’s hair even more sharply, one hand brushing against his face again. Leonard falters in his rhythm as the familiar jolt of Spock’s emotions blast through him, then Spock is coming, arching into Leonard’s mouth with a mangled shout.
The taste burns the back of his throat a little but Leonard still sucks at him, swallowing and licking at Spock until he collapses over him, body curling against Leonard’s back. Spock’s body continues to give little shudders as he trembles until Leonard pulls off of him with a lewd sounding pop of sound.
Leonard kisses at Spock’s thigh, absently. He has a moment of worry that he’s gone way, way too far, that Spock will push him away and go back to... well. Away. Spock sucks in deep breath.
It’s Leonard’s turn to gasp when Spock hauls him up, water sheeting off his body and drenching everything, spilling against the logs with a hiss of steam. He hears the fabric of his underwear rip and Spock’s hand is on his cock, tightening as he lays back on the rock, pulling Leonard over him so that he has to scramble for a second.
Leonard ends up on his hands and knees, Spock under him, fist moving over Leonard’s cock, twisting and tugging as though he’d been doing it for years, the movement of his closed fist perfect.
“Fuck, Spock. Yeah, yeah that’s …. ngggh..” Leonard forgets everything; forgets his name his job and where he is as he bucks into Spock’s hand, fucking into the tightness of his fist. He watches with sweat dripping off of his face as his come shoots over Spock’s hand onto his stomach and chest. He gasps for a second, then cautiously opens his eyes, looking down at Spock’s face with a mixture of nervousness and smirking confidence.
If he hadn’t just come, he’d be hard as a fucking rock at watching the way Spock brought his hand up to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lap at the wetness there. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment.
Leonard wasn’t sure why he did it. Later, when he thought about the clusterfuck this mission became, he’d remember this moment: the way he bent down and kissed Spock gently, sweetly, feeling ridiculously grateful when Spock reciprocated. Spock’s other hand drifted around to the back of Leonard’s head, fingers curling into his head.
Leonard’s knee started to hurt and Spock was moving almost before the thought fully formed in his head. They moved back into the spring, washing and dressing in their wet clothes. Leonard huddled near the rebuilt fire, shivering.
“Spock?”
“Yes, Leonard?”
Leonard smirked. Apparently once someone’s had your dick in their mouth you it gave them permission to call you by your first name, despite three years of working together. “I really want to try to find that portal that we came through. I have this feelin’ that if we just...” His voice trailed off. He didn’t want to interrupt this mellowness we had working for them, but fuck. Leonard clenched his fists, antsy. He needed to see Jim, to make sure he was all right. I’ve had that habit for well on six years now. It was one helluva hard habit to break. Leonard sighed. For all he knew, Spock would want to stay here with Zarabeth instead of return to the Enterprise.
“It would be logical to re-examine the area.” Spock’s voice is full of things he would never say. Apologies, maybe. Or desire. Leonard wryly acknowledged that he didn’t speak Vulcan very well. That was always Jim’s bag, not mine.
“I project that our uniforms will be sufficiently dry after some time by the fire, to venture outdoors. I am sure that Zarabeth will allow us to procure some of her furs to keep warm, given that we will be leaving them on this planet if we are indeed able to depart.”
Leonard smirks. He is so used to the approximately something-point-something estimations that it is strangely endearing to hear Spock be imprecise with time. “You don’t know shit about women if you think she’s going to be glad to see us go, Spock.”
“Can you blame me, Doctor?”
Spock makes a sharp sound in the back of his throat, his lightning-fast reflexes going between Leonard and Zarabeth before Leonard can even react in surprise.
“I do hope that you’ll believe me when I say I did not intend to lie to you. Or to you, Spock. But I have come to tell you that I heard voices, voices near where you appeared. I believe your Captain might be looking for you as well.”
Leonard thinks for a moment, is this a trap? Could she really be that conniving? before he’s jumping up, struggling into the heavy pelts of fur that Zarabeth holds out to him, wet clothes be damned.
He and Spock do not speak on the trek back to where they began this crazy fucking adventure. Leonard is conscious of Spock’s possessiveness, of his protectiveness as the Vulcan walks close to him, practically on top of him. The cold is like a punch to the face, endless wailing and blowing. Zarabeth is humming under her breath, a song of sadness and loss. Leonard doesn’t think she’s even aware that she’s doing it. The pity is back again, and Leonard squashes it down. It’s impossible to take her with them.
Not without killing her, and it’s impossible to stay here. Jim is like some bright beacon that calls them both and Leonard is desperate to be there, desperate to get back to his familiar surroundings.
Everything else is rather anti-climatic. Jim figures out how to find them with that same fucking golden luck that seems to follow him everywhere. Leonard doesn’t have time to do much of anything before Spock is pulling at his arm, yanking him through the cave wall into a swirling chaos.
He thinks the memory of Zarabeth’s wrecked face, the way that her whole demeanor seemed to crumble in on itself would stay with him for the rest of his days. Leonard bites his lip, staring at the nothingness while the old man, Atoz runs through.
Then suddenly he is aware of Jim’s voice barking at Scotty to beam them up, ordering that they go to maxium warp as soon as they beam up. Leonard is suddenly afraid to look at Spock, the shadow of every single shared touch ghosting over his body at once. He opens his mouth, but before he can speak, Spock’s voice, devoid of emotion sucks the breath from his body, his words like a punch to the solar plexus.
“There's no further need to observe me, Doctor. As you can see, I've returned to the present in every sense.”
Leonard nods, feeling the familiar yet hated sensation of his particles rearranging themselves before the starship’s transporter room appears around him.
Home.
By some quirk of fate, Jim has metalized in between both him and Spock, He turns and stares at both of them, knowing with the same uncanny instinct that makes him the best Goddamn captain in the fleet that something is very wrong between his First Officer and his CMO.
Leonard watches the flicker of uncertainty in the depths of Jim’s eyes as the younger man struggles with the decision on who he should speak to first. He bites his lip, ignoring the way Spock’s gaze is turned on him, politely waiting for the other two to leave the transporter pad. Leonard’s gaze flicks over to Spock, only to observe the Vulcan’s stiff stance; the way he stares off into space about two centimetres to the left of Leonard’s right shoulder.
He makes the decision for Jim, stepping off onto the floor and stopping to give Jim a half-hearted wave as he leaves to head for sickbay.
He tells himself that the feeling in his stomach isn’t jealousy as he watches Jim clasp Spock on the shoulder, calling “See ya, Bones!” cheerily over his shoulder.
But Leonard was always an expert at lying to himself. He leaves, allowing the doors to shut behind him, disappears into routine, into monotony, into loneliness.
… Or so he thought.
THE END!!!
YES! You DID notice a slight hint of OT3? Veddy good, grasshoppah. Idk. I’ve never written this long of this pairing before so Ithought I’d give it a whirl. I hope you liked it!
Transcript found here: http://www.chakoteya.net/StarTrek/78.htm You can look, but some of these scenes just won’t be there. :D
Paring: Spock/Bones- Reboot
Rating: NC17
Words: 7324
Warnings: blatant misuse of italics
Summary: Based (somewhat) on the TOS episode, Bones and Spock are thrown back in time.
A/N 1Yet another belated Christmas present for my partner in crime,
yesterday_girl . I mean, come on. She loves the episode enough to name herself after it. I thought I’d celebrate the sweetness of the Holiday season by throwing porn at her. A/N 2: I do not, of course, make any money from this perversion adaption of the Star Trek: TOS episode All Our Yesterdays. Some of the dialogue is directly from the episode. You can watch the entire episode here (In the US anyway.) Or- much of the dialogue is stolen from these scenes (about 7:45). Thanks to
jlm121 and jademac2442 for looking at this for me!A/N 3: Does anyone really read these author’s notes?
PART 1
Leonard takes a deep breath and strips off his science blues, throwing them next to him.“I wonder where Jim is.” He strives for nonchalance as he strips off the black undershirt, the material brushing against the bite mark near his clavicle.
“Who knows? We can only hope that he is well, wherever he is.” Spock is set in shadow, the light from the fire casting his face in a strange glow.
"What do you mean, we can only hope? Haven't you done anything about it?" That’s impossible. No way would Spock ever ignore his duty to Jim. That more than anything convinces Leonard that his theory had to be true.
"What was there to do?" Spock’s voice changes, deepens with emotion, sending strange echoes around the cavern.
Leonard thinks of pointing this out, but changes his mind. "Locate the portal you damn pointy-eared...” He huffs out a breath, frustrated. “It can't be too far." It might be juvenile, but Leonard is shy of just stripping off in front of Spock. He thinks for a minute then takes off his boots, standing awkwardly on one foot then removing the other boot before walking slowly into the water, otherwise fully clothed.
"We've been through all that, Doctor. What's the point of rehashing that subject? We can't get back. Wasn't that clear to you?" Spock’s voice is full of disdain.
Leonard feels himself start to get angry. He hisses as the water comes up to his knees. It’s so hot that for a second, Leonard has the uncomfortable sensation that he’s moving through some sort of hot syrup, the humidity causing his hair to curl. He absently licks at sweat that has beaded on his lip.
Spock makes a strange sound from his vantage point on the smooth rock. Leonard looks at him, still pissed. “Yes, that was clear to me. I’m not a fucking moron, Spock.”
“Then perhaps you were too ill to understand what can't get back means.”
“I don't believe it, Spock. It’s just not like you to give up trying.” Leonard goes up to his waist and takes off his shirts, flinging them so that they hang on the rocky outcropping between the two pools.
“Then I'll repeat it for you. Get this through your head, doctor.” Spock said the word “doctor” as though it were something foul. “We can't. Get. Back. That means we are trapped here in this planet's past just as we are now, at this moment, and we'll stay here for the rest of our lives. Now do you understand?” Spock’s voice has a pure vein of fury to it.
Identifying that causes Leonard to step back. It was the same voice Spock used on the bridge of the Enterprise before he tried his damnedest to remove Jim’s damnfool neck from his spine. He watches dumbly as the water swirls around him. Leonard’s hands freeze on the button of his trousers as he gapes up at Spock, utterly dismayed.
“What's happening to you, Spock?”
“Nothing that shouldn't have happened long ago.” There’s a slick sound as Spock slides into the water. It causes Leonard’s heartbeat to begin to thud in his chest. He looks up and looks around the spring, feeling like a cornered animal.
“Long ago. Of course. Long ago, Spock. You've been dishonest with me, Spock, and that is also something new for you.” Leonard knows it’s stupid to bait Spock like this, but he can’t seem to help himself as he turns to face Spock. He swallows hard, finding Spock much closer than he’d thought. Refusing to show his nervousness, Leonard bends, pulling off his sodden trousers with a few sharp tugs, leaving him almost completely naked.
In a swirling mass of water.
With a pissed off Vulcan.
Not the smartest move you’ve ever pulled there, Bones. Leonard smirks at the irony of his self-preservation sounding at all like James T. Kirk.
“ I've given you the facts, Doctor.” Spock’s voice is a low growl of warning.
Leonard watches as Spock stares at him, his eyes roving over the way the water comes up to just under Leonard’s boxer-briefs, getting the bottoms of the fabric wet so that he could feel them sticking to his thighs. Leonard scoffs, rolling his eyes. He’s aware of how cold his chest is when compared to how warm the rest of his body is in the swirling eddies of the water. “The facts as you know them. Or did you just accept Zarabeth's word because it's what you wanted to believe?
“You were told the truth. If Zarabeth is the source, what difference does it make?”
“Zarabeth is a woman condemned to a terrible life of loneliness! Maybe you didn’t notice all the little trinkets and feminine frippery that she’s made to make this cave more livable, Spock. It was fucking sad is what it was. She can’t abide being alone! She would do anything for anybody to change that.”
“She told you what she knew. I do not comprehend your illogical desire to continue to belabor this point! She would not jeopardise other lives.” Spock’s hands are clenched underneath the water. Leonard loses all the spit in his mouth when her realizes that Spock is at least half-naked. He refuses to look under the water line, half afraid of what he’d see.
“Goddamnit, Spock! You’re not listening to me. She would do anything to prevent that life of loneliness. She would lie. She would cheat. She would even murder me, the captain, the entire crew of the Enterprise to keep you here with her! You cannot possibly be this stupid, Spock!”
Spock moves almost impossibly fast. One moment Leonard is practically nose-to-nose with him, and the next his back is slammed against the rough cave wall, scraping what feels like an inch or two of skin off from above his trapezius muscle. Leonard can feel his shoulder blade thump painfully against a jagged bit of quartz. Leonard sees stars for a second as his head comes into contact with a jutting rock and for a second is unable to move, stunned at having Spock’s hands on him.
“Are you trying to kill me, Spock? Is that what you really want?” Leonard forces himself to keep his voice steady, calm. But, he’s completely terrified. Don’t let him know you’re scared. You have to be calm or he’s gonna lose it.
Spock grunts, moving closer. Leonard is pushed further up the wall, held there by the press of Spock’s leg against him. He’s mortified to feel his cock twitch in his wet uniform pants. He’s never felt this helpless before, this weightless. Spock’s skin, slippery and wet against Leonard’s own feels like it’s on fire.
“Think, Spock. Please. What are you feeling? Rage? Jealousy? Have you ever had those feelings before?” Leonard watches as Spock shakes his head sharply. For a second the hand holding his throat loosens and Leonard gulps in a grateful gasp of air. He cannot seem to make himself look away from Spock’s dark, rage-filled eyes.
“This is impossible. Impossible.” For a moment, Spock is his normal self. Leonard imagines that he can almost see Spock struggling with his logic, as though it were some tangible thing in which he could cloak himself. “I am a Vulcan!” Spock roars, his voice seemingly ripped from the depths of his chest.
“The Vulcan you knew won't exist for another five thousand years. Think, man. What's happening on your planet right now, this very moment?” Again, Leonard forces his voice to a soft murmur.
“M-my ancestors are barbarians. Warlike barbarians.” The answer is automatic, as though Spock cannot help himself from answering a question once he knows the answer.
“Who nearly killed themselves off with their own passions. Spock, you're reverting into your ancestors five thousand years before you were born! I need you to calm down for me. Listen to my voice, Spock.Take a deep breath.”
Spock’s head falls forward into the curve of Leonard’s shoulder, where it meets the slope of his neck.
“I--..”
Leonard attempts to move, shifting his body slightly away from Spock’s. Spock makes a dark sound deep in his throat and reacts by pressing more closely against Leonard, so that the top of his thigh nudges more firmly against Leonard’s balls. Between Spock’s natural body heat and the water, it feels impossibly hot. Leonard shivers, licking his lips.
Spock moves his head, his gaze zeroing in on Leonard’s mouth. “I've lost myself. I do not know who I am.” The whisper sounds broken. Leonard feels the hand around his throat loosen completely. Spock moves his leg, allowing Leonard to slide back down to the water, breathing heavily, dark gaze still trained on Leonard’s lips.
Leonard can hear Spock inhale, slowly and deeply as though trying to commit his scent to memory. Leonard shivers again, his heart rate climbing a little higher in his chest. As the shiver wracks his body, his wrist brushes Spock’s dick, hard and bulging in his pants. Spock gasps, his hips bucking, snapping sharply into Leonard’s as though he can’t help himself before taking a step back.
Spock’s mouth moves, opening and closing soundlessly for the barest of moments before he speaks. “Doctor... McCoy. You must. Must go from here. I cannot...I--”
Leonard feels as though he’s been struck completely dumb. Spock has made a practice out of completely asexual behavior. If Jim hadn’t told him about Uhura, Leonard would never have known that the damn hobgoblin had ever gotten any at all. He knows about Spock’s Pon Farr of course. Objectively. Medically. Last year he’d been forced to make a study of Vulcan biology.He understood the mechanics of the Vulcan mating cycle- each piece of information scrapped together, pulled unwillingly from Spock as though the damn Vulcan had been charged with keeping all the secrets of the universe behind his teeth.
Now though, feeling Spock’s hard cock, even momentarily, was entirely fucking different.
Leonard can’t seem to move. Part of him realizes that Spock has let him go, that he could run back to Zarabeth’s bedroom or the main area of the cavern with a few quick movements.
He’s utterly dumbfounded when instead, he feels himself take a step forward, bringing their bodies flush against each other. Leonard can’t believe his own temerity. He has the fleeting thought that what he’s doing is like poking an injured Klingon with a sharp stick. Part of Leonard just can’t seem to stop himself. He gasps at the feel of Spock’s dick against his hip. The water stings as it brushes the scraped part of his back, but Leonard can barely feel it; every single nerve in his body is singing with awareness of Spock pressing against him.
Spock makes the low sound in the back of his throat again, and Leonard’s tongue flicks against his bottom lip, nervously. Then Spock’s hands are almost hurting him, pulling Leonard forward by the shoulders so that their chests slide against each other. Spock’s mouth goes to the bite mark he’d previously left and Leonard feels his fucking knees weaken when Spock sucks on it hard, scraping his teeth against the bruises already pressed into Leonard’s skin.
Leonard sees white as pleasure causes his body to shake. His hands clamp onto Spock’s hips, fingers sliding in-between the fabric and skin, flirting with the elastic. He moves so that his lips brush against Spock’s. They both moan, and Leonard has a second of pure, complete greed that he’s the only one that Spock has ever let hear him like this. Even if he’d fucked Uhura, there was no way that Spock had been this vocal, almost primal at the way he moaned, grunted and gasped when Leonard touched him.
Spock shuddered against him, fingertips brushing against his face and Leonard could feel a brief burst of worry/want/mine blast through him. Spock rutted against him, grinding their pelvises together so that Spock’s cock dug into the top of Leonard’s thigh, Leonard matching him grind for mind-blowing grind.
“C’mon, Spock. What do you want, huh?” Leonard knows he has a tendency to babble when he’s this completely turned on. He knows he should slow down but now that he’s given himself permission to do what he’s rarely even allowed himself to think about is driving him right the fuck out of his mind.
“I.” Spock gasps, scraping his teeth over the bottom of Leonard’s chin.
The sound of Spock’s teeth against Leonard’s stubble seems very loud over the sound of his thundering heartbeat.
“I do not... I want...”
Leonard blinks, realizing that Spock does not know what to do. Or maybe he’s too close to coming to make a decision. Leonard bites down on Spock’s lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. When they kiss, it isn’t gentle. They both fight for dominance, pressing and licking at each other, desperate for the other’s taste.
Leonard moves his hand, pressing the heel of his hand against Spock’s cock. Spock freezes for a moment. Leonard does as well, holding his breath, the remembered feel of Spock’s hand around his neck almost burning him. Spock’s eyes are almost desperate now and Leonard nods, once, pushing at Spock’s shoulders. Maybe Spock is reading his mind again. Maybe they’re just that in sync, because when Spock backs up, pulling Leonard with him by the hips, Leonard can’t help but follow, unable to make himself stop, mouth fairly salivating with everything he wanted to do to the Vulcan- no, no he was much more like a man now, his Human emotion bleeding through in bright bursts of red against the recesses of Leonard’s mind.
Spock hops up onto the ledge near the fire and Leonard’s fingers tremble as he undoes the button and zip. Spock lifts and Leonard tugs and Spock’s cock is brushing against Leonard’s cheek, a smear of precome slippery against his skin.
Spock shudders at the feel of the beard stubble against the sensitive skin and Leonard looks up at him, lewdly licking his lips. The burning possessiveness is still there in Spock’s eyes, in the tight way his face seems to a look full of desperate need, of innocent curiosity that is all Spock.
“You’ve never had someone’s mouth on you before?” Leonard doesn’t know why he whispers, but he can’t seem to help himself. His fist tightens slightly against the base of Spock’s dick, teasing even as he gently asks the question, already sure of the answer.
“No.” Spock’s voice is like gravel, gritty and hard against the back of his throat. Spock reaches out and gently pulls Leonard’s face closer, his shaking fingers twisting in the back of Leonard’s hair.
Leonard laughs low in his chest and complies, mouth opening over the head of Spock’s cock. He pauses, breathing for just a moment. Spock shivers, and Leonard imagines that the feel of his breath must seem very cold when compared to the weight of humidity from the natural springs. It’s like he can’t help but tease, swirling the very tip of his tongue around the engorged head. Spock arches, tugging impatiently at Leonard’s hair. It doesn’t take much persuasion; he is sucking down the head, licking at the underside with the flat part of his tongue, bobbing his head a little as he sucked. Leonard hasn’t exactly done this in recent memory, but he certainly knows what he likes- okay so it’s been forever since he’s had a blowjob but he has a very good fucking memory, thanks. Leonard tightens his lips and Spock cries out, the sound echoing around the room.
Leonard jaw huts a little, there’s precome and spit everywhere but he can’t seem to make himself stop. He knows he’s a mess, gobbling at Spock like some demented pervert. He just can’t believe that this is Spock, that the derisive arrogance the brilliant First Officer always has when talking to Leonard has completely disappeared, that Spock is letting him suck him into his mouth, that the head of Spock’s dick is bumping against the back of his throat.
Spock’s hands tighten in Leonard’s hair even more sharply, one hand brushing against his face again. Leonard falters in his rhythm as the familiar jolt of Spock’s emotions blast through him, then Spock is coming, arching into Leonard’s mouth with a mangled shout.
The taste burns the back of his throat a little but Leonard still sucks at him, swallowing and licking at Spock until he collapses over him, body curling against Leonard’s back. Spock’s body continues to give little shudders as he trembles until Leonard pulls off of him with a lewd sounding pop of sound.
Leonard kisses at Spock’s thigh, absently. He has a moment of worry that he’s gone way, way too far, that Spock will push him away and go back to... well. Away. Spock sucks in deep breath.
It’s Leonard’s turn to gasp when Spock hauls him up, water sheeting off his body and drenching everything, spilling against the logs with a hiss of steam. He hears the fabric of his underwear rip and Spock’s hand is on his cock, tightening as he lays back on the rock, pulling Leonard over him so that he has to scramble for a second.
Leonard ends up on his hands and knees, Spock under him, fist moving over Leonard’s cock, twisting and tugging as though he’d been doing it for years, the movement of his closed fist perfect.
“Fuck, Spock. Yeah, yeah that’s …. ngggh..” Leonard forgets everything; forgets his name his job and where he is as he bucks into Spock’s hand, fucking into the tightness of his fist. He watches with sweat dripping off of his face as his come shoots over Spock’s hand onto his stomach and chest. He gasps for a second, then cautiously opens his eyes, looking down at Spock’s face with a mixture of nervousness and smirking confidence.
If he hadn’t just come, he’d be hard as a fucking rock at watching the way Spock brought his hand up to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lap at the wetness there. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment.
Leonard wasn’t sure why he did it. Later, when he thought about the clusterfuck this mission became, he’d remember this moment: the way he bent down and kissed Spock gently, sweetly, feeling ridiculously grateful when Spock reciprocated. Spock’s other hand drifted around to the back of Leonard’s head, fingers curling into his head.
Leonard’s knee started to hurt and Spock was moving almost before the thought fully formed in his head. They moved back into the spring, washing and dressing in their wet clothes. Leonard huddled near the rebuilt fire, shivering.
“Spock?”
“Yes, Leonard?”
Leonard smirked. Apparently once someone’s had your dick in their mouth you it gave them permission to call you by your first name, despite three years of working together. “I really want to try to find that portal that we came through. I have this feelin’ that if we just...” His voice trailed off. He didn’t want to interrupt this mellowness we had working for them, but fuck. Leonard clenched his fists, antsy. He needed to see Jim, to make sure he was all right. I’ve had that habit for well on six years now. It was one helluva hard habit to break. Leonard sighed. For all he knew, Spock would want to stay here with Zarabeth instead of return to the Enterprise.
“It would be logical to re-examine the area.” Spock’s voice is full of things he would never say. Apologies, maybe. Or desire. Leonard wryly acknowledged that he didn’t speak Vulcan very well. That was always Jim’s bag, not mine.
“I project that our uniforms will be sufficiently dry after some time by the fire, to venture outdoors. I am sure that Zarabeth will allow us to procure some of her furs to keep warm, given that we will be leaving them on this planet if we are indeed able to depart.”
Leonard smirks. He is so used to the approximately something-point-something estimations that it is strangely endearing to hear Spock be imprecise with time. “You don’t know shit about women if you think she’s going to be glad to see us go, Spock.”
“Can you blame me, Doctor?”
Spock makes a sharp sound in the back of his throat, his lightning-fast reflexes going between Leonard and Zarabeth before Leonard can even react in surprise.
“I do hope that you’ll believe me when I say I did not intend to lie to you. Or to you, Spock. But I have come to tell you that I heard voices, voices near where you appeared. I believe your Captain might be looking for you as well.”
Leonard thinks for a moment, is this a trap? Could she really be that conniving? before he’s jumping up, struggling into the heavy pelts of fur that Zarabeth holds out to him, wet clothes be damned.
He and Spock do not speak on the trek back to where they began this crazy fucking adventure. Leonard is conscious of Spock’s possessiveness, of his protectiveness as the Vulcan walks close to him, practically on top of him. The cold is like a punch to the face, endless wailing and blowing. Zarabeth is humming under her breath, a song of sadness and loss. Leonard doesn’t think she’s even aware that she’s doing it. The pity is back again, and Leonard squashes it down. It’s impossible to take her with them.
Not without killing her, and it’s impossible to stay here. Jim is like some bright beacon that calls them both and Leonard is desperate to be there, desperate to get back to his familiar surroundings.
Everything else is rather anti-climatic. Jim figures out how to find them with that same fucking golden luck that seems to follow him everywhere. Leonard doesn’t have time to do much of anything before Spock is pulling at his arm, yanking him through the cave wall into a swirling chaos.
He thinks the memory of Zarabeth’s wrecked face, the way that her whole demeanor seemed to crumble in on itself would stay with him for the rest of his days. Leonard bites his lip, staring at the nothingness while the old man, Atoz runs through.
Then suddenly he is aware of Jim’s voice barking at Scotty to beam them up, ordering that they go to maxium warp as soon as they beam up. Leonard is suddenly afraid to look at Spock, the shadow of every single shared touch ghosting over his body at once. He opens his mouth, but before he can speak, Spock’s voice, devoid of emotion sucks the breath from his body, his words like a punch to the solar plexus.
“There's no further need to observe me, Doctor. As you can see, I've returned to the present in every sense.”
Leonard nods, feeling the familiar yet hated sensation of his particles rearranging themselves before the starship’s transporter room appears around him.
Home.
By some quirk of fate, Jim has metalized in between both him and Spock, He turns and stares at both of them, knowing with the same uncanny instinct that makes him the best Goddamn captain in the fleet that something is very wrong between his First Officer and his CMO.
Leonard watches the flicker of uncertainty in the depths of Jim’s eyes as the younger man struggles with the decision on who he should speak to first. He bites his lip, ignoring the way Spock’s gaze is turned on him, politely waiting for the other two to leave the transporter pad. Leonard’s gaze flicks over to Spock, only to observe the Vulcan’s stiff stance; the way he stares off into space about two centimetres to the left of Leonard’s right shoulder.
He makes the decision for Jim, stepping off onto the floor and stopping to give Jim a half-hearted wave as he leaves to head for sickbay.
He tells himself that the feeling in his stomach isn’t jealousy as he watches Jim clasp Spock on the shoulder, calling “See ya, Bones!” cheerily over his shoulder.
But Leonard was always an expert at lying to himself. He leaves, allowing the doors to shut behind him, disappears into routine, into monotony, into loneliness.
… Or so he thought.
THE END!!!
YES! You DID notice a slight hint of OT3? Veddy good, grasshoppah. Idk. I’ve never written this long of this pairing before so Ithought I’d give it a whirl. I hope you liked it!
Transcript found here: http://www.chakoteya.net/StarTrek/78.htm You can look, but some of these scenes just won’t be there. :D
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Possessive animalistic Vulcan is my favorite type of Vulcan particularly when he's lusting after the doctor, and I love the little OT3 at then end. I am beginning to think I am a bad influence on you :)
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I'm so happy that you liked it! I was going for complete TOSverse, except for the characters. :D
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I love your icon. Is that Hermione?
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I'm glad that a totally OOC SPock is enjoyable!
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Thanks so much for your kind words. :D
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*DROOLS*
*COLD SHOWER*
*RETIERES TO BED* ;0) hahaha
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS FOR ME!
YAY!
I just love the intereaction - plus wet porn? hell yes! I love the idea of them in the spring water - and then getting it on.
This part:
"leaving him almost completely naked.
In a swirling mass of water.
With a pissed off Vulcan.
Not the smartest move you’ve ever pulled there, Bones"
Perfect!
"his shaking fingers twisting in the back of Leonard’s hair"
There are not enoguh words to describe how hot this image is!
There are too many awesome parts to it - lol. I am going back to reread it in a minute!
The whole interaction ebtween them - I can just feel teh sizzling hot tension there and you know what - this is abotu the only fic I have read where I can envisage both spock/bones - KU/ZQ and LN/DK - that shows how wrapped up in it I got - I normallky only get the vibe for one or the other - but here both TOS dn reboot fits perfectly! which is great - cos I can have even more dreams of naughtiness now.
JESS YOU ROCK!
*your numebr one fan and cheerleader and fanfic whore bows down and kisses you feet in glee and gratitude*
*swings you around and hugs you tihgt one mroe time*
THANK YOU HUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ahem.....so yeah - totally liked it in case you couldn;t tell form teh squealing and scary comments. hehe
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OT3 follow-up fiction would be fabulous!
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