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1lostoneTitle: Five Times Spock Acted on the Captain’s Advice on Sexual Congress, and One Time He Figured It Out By Himself, Damnit.
Warnings: a lot. It’s pure, kink-driven porn! Seriously. A wholelota porn.
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littleboycalico - who put up with my whining. lol. TY BB.
Summary: erm, the title pretty much says it all.
Words: 2704/12,000 (cough, wut.)
A/N: My first 5 Things fic! My first OT3 fic!! Written forjlm121 as a birthday present. I LOVES YA BB!!!!!!
Happy birthday to youu. Happy birthday to youuuuuu. Happy birthday dearjlm121 ... happy birthday to YOUUUUU. Now have some pooooorrrrrrn.
(my singing. It is glorious.)
Spock took two steps, precisely the same distance apart, towards the door before stopping just shy of the sensor that would inform the Captain that someone was outside needing assistance. He paused for exactly fifteen seconds before turning on his foot and walking the other way. His hands were behind his back at his customary parade rest. He brushed a infinitesimal piece of lint off his left forearm and made a decision to leave.
“Hey, Spock. What’s up?”
Spock’s back stiffened slightly. He’d been so focused on his inner turmoil that he had not even heard Jim walk up behind him. He allowed himself a moment to compose his thoughts before turning to face the other man. “It is of no consequence at this time.”
Spock stepped to the left, freezing when Jim’s face shifted slightly. He was very aware of that look. On the surface it seemed genial enough, but underneath there was no escaping. Based on previous data, Jim would begin repeating the same query at least twelve times in the next five minutes, often following Spock around until he received an answer that Jim found satisfactory.
Jim’s face stretched even further in a smile. Spock blinked, rapidly calculating whether or not he had, indeed, made the correct decision in coming to Jim for this manner of... personal issue.
“Come on Spock, why don’t you come in? We can play chess or something.” Jim reached around Spock and the sensor recognized him, the door opening with a familiar woosh. Spock followed Jim inside his quarters, looking around a tad awkwardly as Jim went to his desk, keyed something into his PADD and turned to face Spock. “Have a seat.”
Spock did so.
There was another silence of exactly forty-eight seconds before Jim spoke again. “So! Spock. What can I do for you?”
Spock allowed a slightly heavier than normal breath of air to escape his lips before he straightened and faced his captain. There was a moment of silence. Spock’s eyebrow twitched at the way Jim’s smile grew. “I have a matter. Of a... personal nature.”
“Oh?”
“Affirmative. As you are known for your romantic prowess, I have concluded that your opinion and advice would be most welcome.”
“Ohh. Well, Spock... er. I don’t think that I uh. Don’t you think that might get a little awkward if “this person” found out that you were getting pointers from me of all people?”
Spock blinked, quickly ascertaining that the captain was not aware of his pursuit of Doctor McCoy, perhaps believing that he was still in a romantic relationship with Nyota. Spock opened his mouth to make the captain aware of the situation, but instead found himself shifting awkwardly and most unchararistically in his seat, aware of a small, uncomfortable feeling of trepidation. Perhaps Jim wouldn’t approve of he and the doctor beginning a romantic relationship? He was notoriously protective of the doctor, and vice versa. Spock felt a strange, tight feeling in his stomach. Maybe it would be better if he obtained the information from the captain in an anonymous manner. Surely he could not be at fault for the captain “jumping to conclusions,” to use the human colloquialism.
“Captain. I have sent some information to your PADD. There are several sexual proclivities that, while I have thoroughly researched the mechanics, I wish to have...” Spock broke off, the tips of his ears coloring slightly at the way Jim’s extraordinary blue eyes blinked at him, stunned for a a moment.
“Oh. Right, ah. okay. Let me just call those up....” Jim trailed off as he read the small bit of information Spock had sent over. “Wow, Spock. This is... some list.”
Spock stiffened, bottom lip twitching. “Have I offended you, sir?”
Jim scratched his head. “No, of course not Spock. I think experimentation is a good thing in a healthy relationship. You’re sure that she...” he coughed. “That they are into all of this?”
“Affirmative.” It was completely illogical that the doctor did not know about the supreme sensitivity of Vulcan hearing. He tended to be quite boisterous when Romulan ale was involved during shore leave. Spock certainly could not be faulted for paying attention.
Spock had sat there for almost three point four hours, his hands mangling the cup with his juice, his eyes blind on the PADD as the doctor had drunkenly spoken of his “wish list.”
Jim leaned back in his seat, the grin on his face turning much more wicked.
“Well, then. Maybe you should take notes.”
Spock raised his eyebrow, fingers already poised on his PADD.
The Ploverians were new to the technology needed to achieve warp speed. First contact had been made months ago, and the Enterprise had been ordered to the planet in a diplomatic function, checking up on their progress. Almost the entire bridge crew, including Mister Scott and the doctor, had beamed down for the resulting feast and celebration. The crew had been unprepared for the way that doctors were revered on this planet, somewhat taken aback by the way they Ploverians had almost swooped upon the doctor, en masse.
Ploverians were humanoid in shape, although much taller and bulkier than the average human. The women were a light lavender color, and the men an almost brutish-looking purple. They had no noses, and enlarged craniums, which gave them a slightly bulbous appearance. They breathed instead through gills located on the backs of their necks.
They were so much larger than the doctor, that he had cast one panicked gaze at Jim before he was surrounded. Spock had already been posed to go assist when Mister Scott and Lieutenant Sulu flanked the doctor, drawing some of the attention off of him and in effect dissipating most of the crowd.
The diplomatic function was not going as Spock had planned. He had performed his duties to the utmost of his capabilities, answering questions and “making nice,” as Jim would say. Now he watched as one of the taller Ploverians, a male, handed the doctor another drink, chatting amiably through the Universal Translator. A female stood on the doctor’s other side, listening to him speak with an almost worshipful look on her lavender features.
Spock was completely unprepared for the bright burst of rage that slammed through his body when the male moved closer, moving his hand on the doctor’s shoulder and down his arm in a way that no one could misinterpret.
Spock’s nostrils flared at the scent that wafted from the Ploverian male. He watched as he and the female made eye contact over the doctor’s head, both of them turning slightly inward. Spock spared a quick glance around the rest of his shipmates. Not one of them seemed to notice. Spock gave his head a shake, overwhelmed for a moment at the pheromones that wafted from both Ploverians. When he saw the doctor’s step falter, Spock could not keep himself from reacting.
“Doctor.”
“Hey, Spock!”
Spock blinked for a moment, nonplussed at the jovial tone. He was not used to the doctor ever speaking to him in such a manner.
“Your presence is requested on the Enterprise.”
“Alien Commander, LeonardMcCoy has agreed to stay with me and my mate this evening. LeonardMcCoy wishes to show us some of the miraculous medical discoveries you have. I admit I find this exchange to be most agreeable.” The male stroked the doctor’s arm again, and Spock felt nauseous at the scent the two were emitting. He noticed that the other Ploverians were bypassing this corner, the occasional envious look the only outward sign of acknowledgement.
“You will remove your hand from his arm.” Spock shifted, his body moving forward. Part of Spock was shocked at the growl that emerged from his lips. The other part, much more easily ignored, was appalled at the way he was acting, behavior unbecoming a Starfleet officer- especially one who was on duty at a diplomatic function.
A rich, deep laugh caused most of the speaking in the room to halt for the smallest of moments, before continuing as before. It was a sensuous sound, reminding Spock of silk and smoke.
The three of them stared at the doctor for a moment until he stopped laughing. Spock had never seen the doctor’s face this relaxed before. His eyes, which were usually a most pleasing shade of mossy brown, were dark with arousal, the pupils wide and compelling.
Spock was suddenly reminded of the doctor’s wish to ‘have a threesome. Damn, imagine two people totally focused all on me’ and felt his teeth gritting together most unpleasantly.
“Damn, Spock. You’re actin’ like...” But the doctor’s drawl trailed off when the female stroked his ear, leaning forward slightly. The growling was deep, sounding like fabric that had been ripped apart. Spock saw the doctor shake his head for a second, swaying on his feet. The rage flared bright again, and Spock could see himself shredding the skin from their bones, blood and ichor staining his hands as he--
“Spock? Bones? I think you guys should go back to the ship. I would go with you but I think the second course is starting.”
Spock would not normally have allowed Jim to touch him, but the blast of his captain’s emotions served to calm him for a moment, clarity causing him to almost physically jolt. He stiffened when the doctor slipped his arm around Spock’s waist, nimbly dodging between the two aliens, his body brushing up against Spock’s back.
“Hey, Jimmy!”
Jim’s eyes widened almost comically at the beatific smile on the doctor’s face, staring between him, Spock and the two Ploverians behind them. Spock was aware of the doctor’s arousal and desperately tried to shield himself, gingerly removing the doctor’s arm from his person. He could not seem to make himself move away from where their bodies brushed through their uniforms.
“Hey.. Bones. You’re looking a little overwhelmed. Spock’s gonna get you to bed, okay?” Jim’s blue eyes widened, watching as though he could not believe it as his friend curled into Spock’s body, his breath hot and humid on Spock’s skin. Spock’s arm came around the doctor almost automatically, eyes still narrowed with suspicion at the male, who was now so angry that his skin looked almost mottled.
“Mmm. That’ll be fun.” Spock’s attention jumped back to the man in his arms, suppressing a small shiver when the doctor’s lips brushed against Spock’s neck as he spoke.
“I’m afraid I must protest!” The male took a step forward and Spock had to bite back another growl as the same unpleasant scent wafted from him again, rolling over the doctor and the captain in unpleasant, sickeningly sweet waves.
“I mean no harm, Honored sir, but my CMO is unwell.” Jim offered a tight smile of apology that fooled none of his crew, all of whom had tightened ranks, moving so that everyone was in sight. Jim’s eyes locked with Nyota’s in what looked like apology before he ordered, “Enterprise, beam up Commander Spock and Doctor McCoy.”
Spock had time to notice the thwarted female’s features to tighten in anger before the familiar swirl of light signified that they were being swept away.
The ensign manning the transporter console saluted Spock then did a double-take when he saw the doctor against him, nuzzling into Spock’s collarbone. Spock nodded back, fighting to keep his face impassive when he felt the slightest swipe of the doctor’s tongue against the collar of his dress uniform. The doctor’s weight was negligible, although somewhat awkward as Spock maneuvered them into the turbolift.
Spock stood stiffly. It was one thing to overhear the doctor’s inebriated wish ‘to feel completely and utterly wanted’ and quite another to have to fight down the feelings of possessiveness that were currently running roughshod over his control. Logically, he understood that the pheromones the aliens had emitted had caused him to act so out of his hard-won character. His human side seemed to show more readily when he was enraged. It was most distressing, really. He was still furious that the doctor had accepted a drink from the male. Its effect on the doctor was undeniable, and Spock found himself unwilling to act on his possessiveness when the doctor was in such a state.
Now, in the turbolift, he could still smell the scent of the aliens, marked on the human standing next to him, filling the small space with an almost tangible scent. Spock’s hands tightened into fists, his muscles tense. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying not to breathe too deeply.
“Lift, Stop.”
Spock’s eyes popped open at the doctor’s slurred order. The turbolift complied, the two of them stopping between decks four and five.
“Hey, Spock?” The drawl was back in the doctor’s voice, and Spock could only blink down in confusion as the doctor smiled up at him. This human was remarkably pleasing to look at. Perhaps that is why Spock didn’t move when he felt his head tugged down for a kiss.
The doctor moaned, licking at Spock’s lower lip, tracing the shape with the tip of his tongue. He made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat at the way Spock refused to move.
Spock could not. The doctor was inebriated, and therefore not in his right mind.
“Spock, come on....” Spock shivered when the doctor bit lightly at his bottom lip, moving his pelvis so that Spock could feel the doctor’s hardness against his hip.
“I. I cannot. It is not appropriate, doctor.”
“Leonard, Goddamnit. Why can’t you ever call me Leonard? You call Jim, Jim all the damn time.” Spock was definitely not used to hearing the note of petulance in the doctor’s voice. He gently set the doctor away from him and had opened his mouth to order the computer to resume transport, when he heard the doctor’s words, muttered under his breath. Had he been fully human, he would not have been able to hear.
“Maybe I can get one of those purple things to fuck...”
Spock made a sound like metal dragging on gravel and was on him, pushing the human up against the wall of the turbolift with a small grunt of sound. He yanked Leonard’s head back by the hair, his own lips twisting in a smirk. The sound of Spock’s teeth scraping over the whiteness of Leonard’s skin, biting at the pulse that beat just under the flesh was loud in the confined space.
“You will not return to that planet, Doctor McCoy.”
Spock had his hands on Leonard’s buttocks, pulling them hard so that their bodies were together. Finally. Finally, all Spock could smell was his sweat and heat, hot and thick. He growled again when Leonard’s hands came to his shoulders, the long, capable fingers squeezing, rubbing, burying themselves in his hair. Spock felt the sharp tug and he lifted his head from Leonard’s neck, looking at the large red mark blooming on the surface with satisfaction.
A crash and a moan. There was a small rip of sound and Leonard’s hand was in Spock’s trousers, closing around his hardness. For a moment, white swirled in his vision. Spock shifted again and brought his lips to Leonard’s, desperate. Spock could taste the saltiness of the doctor’s blood. He lapped at it, hands tightening on Leonard’s buttocks, turning and lifting him up against the wall. Dimly he could hear Leonard’s gasp of shock, feel the other man’s legs tightening around his own waist, and froze, catching a glimpse of Leonard’s eyes too-wide, inebriated and not in control of his own functions.
Spock had separated them and was on the other side of the lift before he could draw his next breath, appalled at himself. Shamed by his own behavior.
The next morning, when a red-faced McCoy joined Spock and the captain for their morning meal, Spock was so startled at seeing his mark on Leonard’s throat, that he completely missed the way Jim’s eyes went from the angry-looking purple and red mark, to Spock’s startled eyebrow and down to his plate, a bitter grin on his chapped lips.
Leonard didn’t use the dermal regenerator to hide the bruise.
Spock never asked why.
Neither did Jim.
NEXT PART
Warnings: a lot. It’s pure, kink-driven porn! Seriously. A wholelota porn.
Beta:
littleboycalico - who put up with my whining. lol. TY BB.Summary: erm, the title pretty much says it all.
Words: 2704/12,000 (cough, wut.)
A/N: My first 5 Things fic! My first OT3 fic!! Written for
jlm121 as a birthday present. I LOVES YA BB!!!!!!Happy birthday to youu. Happy birthday to youuuuuu. Happy birthday dear
jlm121 ... happy birthday to YOUUUUU. Now have some pooooorrrrrrn.(my singing. It is glorious.)
Spock took two steps, precisely the same distance apart, towards the door before stopping just shy of the sensor that would inform the Captain that someone was outside needing assistance. He paused for exactly fifteen seconds before turning on his foot and walking the other way. His hands were behind his back at his customary parade rest. He brushed a infinitesimal piece of lint off his left forearm and made a decision to leave.
“Hey, Spock. What’s up?”
Spock’s back stiffened slightly. He’d been so focused on his inner turmoil that he had not even heard Jim walk up behind him. He allowed himself a moment to compose his thoughts before turning to face the other man. “It is of no consequence at this time.”
Spock stepped to the left, freezing when Jim’s face shifted slightly. He was very aware of that look. On the surface it seemed genial enough, but underneath there was no escaping. Based on previous data, Jim would begin repeating the same query at least twelve times in the next five minutes, often following Spock around until he received an answer that Jim found satisfactory.
Jim’s face stretched even further in a smile. Spock blinked, rapidly calculating whether or not he had, indeed, made the correct decision in coming to Jim for this manner of... personal issue.
“Come on Spock, why don’t you come in? We can play chess or something.” Jim reached around Spock and the sensor recognized him, the door opening with a familiar woosh. Spock followed Jim inside his quarters, looking around a tad awkwardly as Jim went to his desk, keyed something into his PADD and turned to face Spock. “Have a seat.”
Spock did so.
There was another silence of exactly forty-eight seconds before Jim spoke again. “So! Spock. What can I do for you?”
Spock allowed a slightly heavier than normal breath of air to escape his lips before he straightened and faced his captain. There was a moment of silence. Spock’s eyebrow twitched at the way Jim’s smile grew. “I have a matter. Of a... personal nature.”
“Oh?”
“Affirmative. As you are known for your romantic prowess, I have concluded that your opinion and advice would be most welcome.”
“Ohh. Well, Spock... er. I don’t think that I uh. Don’t you think that might get a little awkward if “this person” found out that you were getting pointers from me of all people?”
Spock blinked, quickly ascertaining that the captain was not aware of his pursuit of Doctor McCoy, perhaps believing that he was still in a romantic relationship with Nyota. Spock opened his mouth to make the captain aware of the situation, but instead found himself shifting awkwardly and most unchararistically in his seat, aware of a small, uncomfortable feeling of trepidation. Perhaps Jim wouldn’t approve of he and the doctor beginning a romantic relationship? He was notoriously protective of the doctor, and vice versa. Spock felt a strange, tight feeling in his stomach. Maybe it would be better if he obtained the information from the captain in an anonymous manner. Surely he could not be at fault for the captain “jumping to conclusions,” to use the human colloquialism.
“Captain. I have sent some information to your PADD. There are several sexual proclivities that, while I have thoroughly researched the mechanics, I wish to have...” Spock broke off, the tips of his ears coloring slightly at the way Jim’s extraordinary blue eyes blinked at him, stunned for a a moment.
“Oh. Right, ah. okay. Let me just call those up....” Jim trailed off as he read the small bit of information Spock had sent over. “Wow, Spock. This is... some list.”
Spock stiffened, bottom lip twitching. “Have I offended you, sir?”
Jim scratched his head. “No, of course not Spock. I think experimentation is a good thing in a healthy relationship. You’re sure that she...” he coughed. “That they are into all of this?”
“Affirmative.” It was completely illogical that the doctor did not know about the supreme sensitivity of Vulcan hearing. He tended to be quite boisterous when Romulan ale was involved during shore leave. Spock certainly could not be faulted for paying attention.
Spock had sat there for almost three point four hours, his hands mangling the cup with his juice, his eyes blind on the PADD as the doctor had drunkenly spoken of his “wish list.”
Jim leaned back in his seat, the grin on his face turning much more wicked.
“Well, then. Maybe you should take notes.”
Spock raised his eyebrow, fingers already poised on his PADD.
-5-
The Ploverians were new to the technology needed to achieve warp speed. First contact had been made months ago, and the Enterprise had been ordered to the planet in a diplomatic function, checking up on their progress. Almost the entire bridge crew, including Mister Scott and the doctor, had beamed down for the resulting feast and celebration. The crew had been unprepared for the way that doctors were revered on this planet, somewhat taken aback by the way they Ploverians had almost swooped upon the doctor, en masse.
Ploverians were humanoid in shape, although much taller and bulkier than the average human. The women were a light lavender color, and the men an almost brutish-looking purple. They had no noses, and enlarged craniums, which gave them a slightly bulbous appearance. They breathed instead through gills located on the backs of their necks.
They were so much larger than the doctor, that he had cast one panicked gaze at Jim before he was surrounded. Spock had already been posed to go assist when Mister Scott and Lieutenant Sulu flanked the doctor, drawing some of the attention off of him and in effect dissipating most of the crowd.
The diplomatic function was not going as Spock had planned. He had performed his duties to the utmost of his capabilities, answering questions and “making nice,” as Jim would say. Now he watched as one of the taller Ploverians, a male, handed the doctor another drink, chatting amiably through the Universal Translator. A female stood on the doctor’s other side, listening to him speak with an almost worshipful look on her lavender features.
Spock was completely unprepared for the bright burst of rage that slammed through his body when the male moved closer, moving his hand on the doctor’s shoulder and down his arm in a way that no one could misinterpret.
Spock’s nostrils flared at the scent that wafted from the Ploverian male. He watched as he and the female made eye contact over the doctor’s head, both of them turning slightly inward. Spock spared a quick glance around the rest of his shipmates. Not one of them seemed to notice. Spock gave his head a shake, overwhelmed for a moment at the pheromones that wafted from both Ploverians. When he saw the doctor’s step falter, Spock could not keep himself from reacting.
“Doctor.”
“Hey, Spock!”
Spock blinked for a moment, nonplussed at the jovial tone. He was not used to the doctor ever speaking to him in such a manner.
“Your presence is requested on the Enterprise.”
“Alien Commander, LeonardMcCoy has agreed to stay with me and my mate this evening. LeonardMcCoy wishes to show us some of the miraculous medical discoveries you have. I admit I find this exchange to be most agreeable.” The male stroked the doctor’s arm again, and Spock felt nauseous at the scent the two were emitting. He noticed that the other Ploverians were bypassing this corner, the occasional envious look the only outward sign of acknowledgement.
“You will remove your hand from his arm.” Spock shifted, his body moving forward. Part of Spock was shocked at the growl that emerged from his lips. The other part, much more easily ignored, was appalled at the way he was acting, behavior unbecoming a Starfleet officer- especially one who was on duty at a diplomatic function.
A rich, deep laugh caused most of the speaking in the room to halt for the smallest of moments, before continuing as before. It was a sensuous sound, reminding Spock of silk and smoke.
The three of them stared at the doctor for a moment until he stopped laughing. Spock had never seen the doctor’s face this relaxed before. His eyes, which were usually a most pleasing shade of mossy brown, were dark with arousal, the pupils wide and compelling.
Spock was suddenly reminded of the doctor’s wish to ‘have a threesome. Damn, imagine two people totally focused all on me’ and felt his teeth gritting together most unpleasantly.
“Damn, Spock. You’re actin’ like...” But the doctor’s drawl trailed off when the female stroked his ear, leaning forward slightly. The growling was deep, sounding like fabric that had been ripped apart. Spock saw the doctor shake his head for a second, swaying on his feet. The rage flared bright again, and Spock could see himself shredding the skin from their bones, blood and ichor staining his hands as he--
“Spock? Bones? I think you guys should go back to the ship. I would go with you but I think the second course is starting.”
Spock would not normally have allowed Jim to touch him, but the blast of his captain’s emotions served to calm him for a moment, clarity causing him to almost physically jolt. He stiffened when the doctor slipped his arm around Spock’s waist, nimbly dodging between the two aliens, his body brushing up against Spock’s back.
“Hey, Jimmy!”
Jim’s eyes widened almost comically at the beatific smile on the doctor’s face, staring between him, Spock and the two Ploverians behind them. Spock was aware of the doctor’s arousal and desperately tried to shield himself, gingerly removing the doctor’s arm from his person. He could not seem to make himself move away from where their bodies brushed through their uniforms.
“Hey.. Bones. You’re looking a little overwhelmed. Spock’s gonna get you to bed, okay?” Jim’s blue eyes widened, watching as though he could not believe it as his friend curled into Spock’s body, his breath hot and humid on Spock’s skin. Spock’s arm came around the doctor almost automatically, eyes still narrowed with suspicion at the male, who was now so angry that his skin looked almost mottled.
“Mmm. That’ll be fun.” Spock’s attention jumped back to the man in his arms, suppressing a small shiver when the doctor’s lips brushed against Spock’s neck as he spoke.
“I’m afraid I must protest!” The male took a step forward and Spock had to bite back another growl as the same unpleasant scent wafted from him again, rolling over the doctor and the captain in unpleasant, sickeningly sweet waves.
“I mean no harm, Honored sir, but my CMO is unwell.” Jim offered a tight smile of apology that fooled none of his crew, all of whom had tightened ranks, moving so that everyone was in sight. Jim’s eyes locked with Nyota’s in what looked like apology before he ordered, “Enterprise, beam up Commander Spock and Doctor McCoy.”
Spock had time to notice the thwarted female’s features to tighten in anger before the familiar swirl of light signified that they were being swept away.
The ensign manning the transporter console saluted Spock then did a double-take when he saw the doctor against him, nuzzling into Spock’s collarbone. Spock nodded back, fighting to keep his face impassive when he felt the slightest swipe of the doctor’s tongue against the collar of his dress uniform. The doctor’s weight was negligible, although somewhat awkward as Spock maneuvered them into the turbolift.
Spock stood stiffly. It was one thing to overhear the doctor’s inebriated wish ‘to feel completely and utterly wanted’ and quite another to have to fight down the feelings of possessiveness that were currently running roughshod over his control. Logically, he understood that the pheromones the aliens had emitted had caused him to act so out of his hard-won character. His human side seemed to show more readily when he was enraged. It was most distressing, really. He was still furious that the doctor had accepted a drink from the male. Its effect on the doctor was undeniable, and Spock found himself unwilling to act on his possessiveness when the doctor was in such a state.
Now, in the turbolift, he could still smell the scent of the aliens, marked on the human standing next to him, filling the small space with an almost tangible scent. Spock’s hands tightened into fists, his muscles tense. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying not to breathe too deeply.
“Lift, Stop.”
Spock’s eyes popped open at the doctor’s slurred order. The turbolift complied, the two of them stopping between decks four and five.
“Hey, Spock?” The drawl was back in the doctor’s voice, and Spock could only blink down in confusion as the doctor smiled up at him. This human was remarkably pleasing to look at. Perhaps that is why Spock didn’t move when he felt his head tugged down for a kiss.
The doctor moaned, licking at Spock’s lower lip, tracing the shape with the tip of his tongue. He made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat at the way Spock refused to move.
Spock could not. The doctor was inebriated, and therefore not in his right mind.
“Spock, come on....” Spock shivered when the doctor bit lightly at his bottom lip, moving his pelvis so that Spock could feel the doctor’s hardness against his hip.
“I. I cannot. It is not appropriate, doctor.”
“Leonard, Goddamnit. Why can’t you ever call me Leonard? You call Jim, Jim all the damn time.” Spock was definitely not used to hearing the note of petulance in the doctor’s voice. He gently set the doctor away from him and had opened his mouth to order the computer to resume transport, when he heard the doctor’s words, muttered under his breath. Had he been fully human, he would not have been able to hear.
“Maybe I can get one of those purple things to fuck...”
Spock made a sound like metal dragging on gravel and was on him, pushing the human up against the wall of the turbolift with a small grunt of sound. He yanked Leonard’s head back by the hair, his own lips twisting in a smirk. The sound of Spock’s teeth scraping over the whiteness of Leonard’s skin, biting at the pulse that beat just under the flesh was loud in the confined space.
“You will not return to that planet, Doctor McCoy.”
Spock had his hands on Leonard’s buttocks, pulling them hard so that their bodies were together. Finally. Finally, all Spock could smell was his sweat and heat, hot and thick. He growled again when Leonard’s hands came to his shoulders, the long, capable fingers squeezing, rubbing, burying themselves in his hair. Spock felt the sharp tug and he lifted his head from Leonard’s neck, looking at the large red mark blooming on the surface with satisfaction.
A crash and a moan. There was a small rip of sound and Leonard’s hand was in Spock’s trousers, closing around his hardness. For a moment, white swirled in his vision. Spock shifted again and brought his lips to Leonard’s, desperate. Spock could taste the saltiness of the doctor’s blood. He lapped at it, hands tightening on Leonard’s buttocks, turning and lifting him up against the wall. Dimly he could hear Leonard’s gasp of shock, feel the other man’s legs tightening around his own waist, and froze, catching a glimpse of Leonard’s eyes too-wide, inebriated and not in control of his own functions.
Spock had separated them and was on the other side of the lift before he could draw his next breath, appalled at himself. Shamed by his own behavior.
The next morning, when a red-faced McCoy joined Spock and the captain for their morning meal, Spock was so startled at seeing his mark on Leonard’s throat, that he completely missed the way Jim’s eyes went from the angry-looking purple and red mark, to Spock’s startled eyebrow and down to his plate, a bitter grin on his chapped lips.
Leonard didn’t use the dermal regenerator to hide the bruise.
Spock never asked why.
Neither did Jim.
NEXT PART
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Date: 2011-01-25 12:08 am (UTC)SECOND. IT'S AMAZING. I love possessive angry Spock more than is healthy.
SPOCK ASKING JIM FOR ADVICE ON CARNAL ACTIVITIES
Thank you just doesn't seem like enough but THANK YOU SO MUCH BB
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Date: 2011-01-25 01:55 am (UTC)Here you go bb. Sorry about htat. Wait, did you change your name?!
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Date: 2011-01-25 02:09 am (UTC)I've been me for awhile now. :) *snickers*
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Date: 2011-01-25 04:11 am (UTC)though it is so so so so hot
Off to read more..
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Date: 2011-01-26 07:51 pm (UTC)Yay for getting to finsih your brithday fic for Jen. :0)
It is great. :0)