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Licentious Logic
Title: Licentious Logic
Author: Trista_zevkia
Chapter: 4/4
Fandom: Star Trek; 2009 movie
Characters/Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: PG-17
Warnings: SLASH Fallout from a mental assault.
Summary: A bit of smut, and a scientific discovery.
Disclaimer: All monies made will be converted to intergalactic space credits, since gold pressed bars of platinum are a nuisance to carry in zero-g.
Author's Notes:
Chapter 3
Bones had watched Spock leave sickbay, before moving back to his office. He had paperwork to do, incident reports and things to add to Spock’s medical record. Plus the stuff about Pon Farr that would never make it into an official report, but McCoy could make notes for himself. Hand written notes that relied on a mix of Latin, Southern American English and a doctor’s illegible handwriting to make it indecipherable. Reading through the data provided by the monitoring equipment, Bones found an unexplained increase in Spock’s temperature. Close to five in the morning, Spock’s temp had risen three degrees and not decreased over time. Within Spock’s normal range, but it made Bones curious. When his equipment couldn’t give a reason for it, Bones pulled up the security feed.
He wasn’t at all surprised to see Jim sneaking in to check on Spock. Ever since Bones had seen the lustful, kicked puppy look Jim sent to Spock’s back after some argument or other, Bones had known. Jim had fallen for the one person in the universe who wouldn’t actively try and seduce Jim. Bones had teased Jim, trying to make him tell Spock. Get it out in the open, let it flourish in the sunlight or wither and die. Either way, Bones wasn’t surprised to see Jim stand beside Spock, his whole aspect softening as he smiled down. The kiss to the forehead and the words that followed were enough to make Bones breathe a sigh of relief. Jim was finally going to shit or get off the pot! Jim turned and walked out of sickbay, while behind him Spock’s temp rose a degree.
The other two degrees came within a half hour, and still been there when Spock woke hours later. As if a kiss from Jim was all it took to start up the biological drive or something! McCoy rolled his eyes at the idea, but froze as he thought about it. Vulcan brains were highly developed, more so than humans, so they could be telepathic and control their body functions with that mental hoodoo. And a disruption to that control could take many forms, including an emotional difficulty. So why not an emotional catalyst for a physical problem? It was a simple idea, but required a form of intuitive thinking that logical Vulcan’s might not be able to grasp. Spock was off duty, and Bones wanted to run this idea by him, but just calling him to sick bay would make Jim worry.
“Computer, locate Spock.”
“Please restate request.”
“Seriously?” Another eye roll, as McCoy knew exactly who was in charge of programming the computer; the same person he was looking for. “Computer, locate Commander Spock.”
“Commander Spock is in Captain Kirk’s quarters.” That was unexpected, and had Bones blinking at his ceiling. He’d expected Jim to hunt down the Vulcan for his confession. “Do you wish to initiate communications with Commander Spock?”
“NO! That is, not now, Computer. End query.” Once this was settled, Bones was going to get Spock to tone down the formality with the voice recognition protocols, but right now he wanted to flesh out this idea he’d had. And to do that, he needed to talk to Spock. Or a wiser, more mature version that just happened to be on the planet below! A quick search of the locals and he had S’ellak’s address sent to the transporter console. A new medical scanner to replace the one Jim had broken, and a medical tricorder on his hip in case S’ellak allowed him to do some doctoring and Bones beamed down.
Still didn’t like the soul scrambler, as he thought of the transporter, but it got him there. At least, he hoped it was there, as the small house on the outskirts of town seemed to be overflowing with guests. Air cars neatly parked beside what Bones was sure was the same Spock lust bus of the night before. He paused to consider if he should go back to the ship, only to find that same woman from last night walking toward him from the house. Obviously Spock was busy, so he’d just find a polite reason to come back later.
“Were you sent for?” For such a supposedly emotion-free race, they sure could pack a lot of ire into their words. As much as Bones’ argued about the benefit of emotions with Spock, it was because he thought Spock would learn from it. This woman seemed so stuck in her ways that McCoy knew it wasn’t worth arguing with her.
“No, ma’am. Just stopped by for a chat. I see he’s busy, I’ll come back later.”
“Fleeing at the first sign of resistance is a sign of guilt.”
“Guilt? Don’t you mean culpability? Never knew a Vulcan yet who could avoid using the largest word possible.”
“Semantics do not equate a denial.”
“Really, I just came to chat. I’m from the Enterprise, we brought S’ellak here and I just wanted to say hi.”
“Then why did you bring medical implements?”
“I’m a doctor, it’s a habit.”
“You may not leave until the meeting is over, and you will give me the device.”
“Look, lady. Call my ship if you want to confirm who I am, but you don’t get to take my equipment or keep me prisoner without a damn good reason.”
Bones was rather irate at this point, but couldn’t help it. This was a federation colony, so what was the big deal? She gave a small nod, and Bones knew it wasn’t for him. Before he could turn, there were fingers on his neck and darkness in his mind. He woke to a strange sensation, as if someone was tickling his brain. As his thoughts started up again, Bones felt a moment of panic before the sensation stopped. Eyes fluttered open and his brain determined he was safe enough to take a moment to adjust. He was in a bedroom worked over in the same color as the captain’s shirts.
“Spo, I mean, what’s your name?” Bones sat up and found his host holding out a glass of water.
“S’ellak, but as we are unobserved, Spock will do. Forgive me the familiarity of the mindlink. It was superficial, as I attempted to ease some of the discomfort that can result from a nerve pinch.”
“You thought making my brain itch was better than giving me an aspirin?” Bones knew his Spock would have gotten physically stiff and verbally defensive at this comment. S’ellak managed to keep his Vulcan mask in place, but still give the impression that he was highly amused by something. Bones didn’t like being that something. “Don’t be mocking me, thinking you know so much!”
“It was presumptuous of me, initiating the meld. I can only offer my past experiences as an explanation.”
“You used your mental ninjitsu on me before?”
“Only once without direct vocal approval, and later you admitted that was a special circumstance.”
“Can I know what that circumstance was, so I might avoid it in the future?”
“No.”
“Why did security attack me for crashing your party?”
“The bonded individuals surrounding the house are supposed to keep the unbounded males from leaving and endangering the public. A few others are inside, to protect the ruling council. T’Ken was overcautious about this meeting being recorded and shown to off worlders.”
“This is a speed date party?”
“I do not understand that reference, but I believe it is closer to a speed marriage. My suggestion to the ruling council is being implemented, as no other solution was presented within the deadline.”
“And, your wonderful solution was?”
“I believe you would refer to it as a ‘May to December’ romance. The widowers of Vulcan will be matched with members of the younger generation. This will allow them to get through the first few Pon Farrs, which are more intense, with the supervision of those who have survived.”
“What’s wrong with that? Why did it take them so long to decide on that?”
“Mating the young men with each other would ensure a longer life together, and efficiency is very logical. Historically, mating two who burn at the same time seems to lock them in a cycle of burning. They will both die before the urge to mate leaves them.” Spock’s calm words brought a surprised look to Bones’ face, as he considered this further evidence of his theory. “Many of the widowers still grieve for their spouses, or have no desire to experience another burning, even as the receiving partner.”
“No crap about non-reproductive relationship being illogical?”
“There is that, which is part of why I was drafted into this.”
“You’ve got to explain that, Spock!”
“This morning, I gave a lecture on emotional completion and physical compatibility to all the individuals here.”
“If they don’t know who you are, or the obsession Jim has for your narrow ass, why did they ask you?”
“The best lie is so close to the truth that even the lair cannot remember the difference.” A human shrug and Spock continued. “I told them I did not wish to be included in the genetic database or have offspring with anyone other than my bondmate. Beside the fact of his death, we also lacked the ability because we were both males. It was a reason they could accept, as analysis of my genetic code would raise questions, even with the ripples.”
“Ripples?”
“The alteration of the time stream did not start with the murder of George Kirk. There were ripples, like a stone thrown in a pond, making tiny alterations in all directions. My Jim had eyes of molten gold, but I still knew him when his blue eyes stared at me from under that hood.”
“He’s such a lucky son of a…” The sound of the door pulled Bones from his moment, and he hoped he hadn’t sound too pathetic when he spoke.
“S’ellak, Stonn has awakened.”
“I shall be there momentarily, Stev.” Spock stood, and the door closed behind Stev. Bones stood too, not wanting to be left behind. “Forgive me, Leonard. I have an obligation to attend to and do not know when I shall return. I told T’ken to give back your equipment and return you to the ship.”
“What are you doing to Stonn?” His tone might have been accusatory, because Spock turned away from the door to shoot him an eyebrow.
“In order to cure him of his madness, someone with experience with Pon Farr must bond with Stonn.” Bones felt the color drain out of his face, knowing who they had chosen for Stonn.
“But he bullied you!”
“I must help where I can, and no one in this universe wishes to claim me. Kaiidth, Leonard.” Spock turned away and exited the room. Bones stood there, but his anger wasn’t at this Spock, but for him!
In a moment of clarity he understood several things, more than he did a few minutes ago. Ever since he saw that first love struck look Jim had tossed at Spock, Bones had been burning with jealousy. His marriage had been full of intensity and passion, producing planet shattering fights and his darling daughter. Jim and Spock would never have biological children, but they would have each other, forever and ever amen. It wasn’t fair! Nobody would ever come from another timeline just for him, even though he was worth it. Everyone was worth that kind of love. And S’ellack was worth somebody coming to his rescue too, even though he didn’t believe it. S’ellack though his life had ended with his Jim's, and now marked time until they were together again.
Unsure of what he planned to do, Bones leaped for the door. Nobody had locked it, so the security wasn’t as good as they thought they were. Vulcans everywhere, but they seemed to be focused on something in the yard. Heading outside, a wave of midday heat reminded Bones of Georgia in August and he pushed through it. S’ellack was walking calmly toward Stonn, who sat in a chair with his hands and feet chained together.
“S’ellack, wait!” Now all the Vulcans were focused on him, with varying degrees of disapproval. Bones instinctively played his humanity up, hoping it would keep the Vulcans from interfering until it was too late. “Now wait just a doggone minute, here! I don’t know what you’re playing at, but you can’t flirt with me like that and then go marry another guy!”
“Flirt?” S’ellack was surprised, but hid it well.
“Yes, flirt! Talking to me like that, being all intrigued my emotional anomalies.” Bones couldn’t remember if either Spock had ever said anything like that, but is sounded right. “Touching me, when I know you’re a touch telepath and don’t do things like that with just anybody. And do I even need to get started on the thing’s you’ve done with my brain?”
The crowd turned as one to look at S’ellack as if he was about to demonstrate such things. S’ellack looked as if he was onto the game, but unsure if he should play along or not.
“Leonard, I meant only to ease your pain, not lead you on.” S’ellack touched on the game, so McCoy could use it to preserve his dignity, and then reiterated his reasons. “This is something I must do, for the good of my people.”
“Your people will just have to do without you for a few hours, while we settle this!”
“Stonn is awake now and we must act before he is lost to us.”
“I came here to claim what you promised me over all those vid-calls, and you say your people have a claim. So what’s your logical solution to this dilemma, huh?”
“S’ellack, Leonard, there is only one solution.” A Vulcan Bones didn’t recognize stepped forward, gazing at them regally from his robes. “I have no preference in partner, so I will take Stonn. S’ellack may take another partner, if Leonard releases him to do so. Though you should have mentioned this liaison when we asked your interest.”
“Forgive me, Tuvor, I did not appreciate the seriousness of what Leonard felt.” Spock bowed to the man and turned to Bones with a Vulcan almost-frown. “We should continue this discussion in private, so that the ceremonies may begin.”
“Tuvor, I protest.” Bones turned a snarl on the man who was interrupting now. Tall and solid, he was built along the same lines as Stonn, but old enough to be Stonn’s father, which he probably was. “Humans exaggerate and lie easily enough, and this one accused Stonn of many things.” Bones felt his backbone stiffen at that comment. Lying was kind of pointless when an entire colony knew what Stonn had attempted to do! “Nor do I know S’ellack from the time before, who was so unaware of the human’s feelings.”
Tuvor gave Stonn’s relative a nod and turned to look at Bones. “Do you have proof of your claim on S’ellack?”
“Proof?” Bones sounded annoyed at the question, but he was desperate to think of something they’d accept! Nothing worse than getting called out on a lie when you were actually lying for a good cause. Awareness of Vulcan hearing was the only thing that kept McCoy from muttering out loud. In for a penny, in for a pound was the old Earth saying he was thinking of, though he wasn’t sure what a penny was or what it had to do with pounds. Old Earth humans were nuts, and so was he.
Two steps closed the distance between Bones and S’ellack, so McCoy could pull them together for a kiss. S’ellack only took a second to get into the idea, kissing back. McCoy’s tongue got into the action, which let Spock’s do some exploring of its own. The tip of Spock’s tongue trailed along the upper left of the soft pallet, an action that tickled McCoy’s mouth and made his knees wobble. It did that every time somebody touched that spot, which nobody had done it close to eight years. Bones broke away panting, wondering how Spock knew about that!
Somewhere, a voice was talking about that being adequate proof of a complicating emotional entanglement. Then S’ellack led him back to the bedroom done in command gold and gave him another glass of water. S’ellack sipped his water, and waited for Bones to recover.
“How did you know how I like to be kissed?”
“Jim can be very persuasive.”
“Good God!” Bones exclaimed and flushed red enough to be shot as a member of security. He did not want to think about Jim talking any version of him into, um, whatever Jim had thought of!
“He referred to you as a serial monogamist, but always knew the right things to say to convince us both to experience new things.”
“One being at a time, that’s my motto!” Another swallow of water, and Bones continued. “Except, if I wasn’t getting to occasional pity fuck from you and Jim, I wasn’t getting any at all, was I?”
“You had your admirers, as well as your own reasons for staying on the Enterprise. And Jim would never do anything of that nature against your will.”
“Forget it!” A heavy breath, as Bones pushed away the too much information he’d just had dumped in his head. Went back to his reason for being here, something scientific to distract the scientist in Spock. S’ellack. What the fuck ever! “Tell me about your first Pon Farr. Any major problems just before?”
“As a member of the Enterprise crew, I’m sure you will understand when I ask you to be more specific.”
“Good point. Any major emotional crisis just before, or near death experiences.” Bones watched Spock consider and was surprised at the quick response.
“Edith Keeler.”
“Ship or woman?” Bones felt it was a reasonable question, as a majority of ships were historically named after women.
“Woman, human. Someone Jim loved but could not be with. I watched their romance progress, knowing it was fated to end, yet still grew jealous of each touch.”
“Ha!” Bones let out a triumphant noise, which got a very Vulcan look from S’ellack. With a shrug, McCoy explained his emotional catalyst for the Pon Farr theory to Spock. When he was finished, Spock stared at him and Bones’ couldn’t interpret the look. Spock either wanted to congratulate him on being a genius, or give him a noogie and call him adorable.
“Despite what I have said before, and will probably say in the future, you are unparalleled in your field. Your hypothesis astounds me, and deserves extensive research.”
“So all the young Vulcan men, with little real world experience, experience true emotion for the first time when the planet was destroyed. Their bodies responded to the experience, unbalancing a chemical here and there, until Pon Farr kicks in.” S’ellack nodded, processing McCoy’s words in his own way. “So here’s what I think about Spock, or you. Whatever. Being half human, you have more experience with emotions, so it takes something even more associated with reproduction to make you burn. If Jim and Spock are doing what I think they are right now, just after Jim’s next near death or major crush, Spock will spike a fever.”
“And refuse even his most favorite foods. You are an exceptional individual, Leonard.” S’ellack spoke in a honey rich voice, and Bones got an idea of what it would be like to curl up to that voice at night. He swallowed, and pushed that idea into the same dark corner of his mind where he’d put the images of doing the same thing to Jim. Not even sex, just holding each other against the darkness.
“Right, well, now tell me how long I should stay and visit with you. Is there anybody out there you want to bond with?”
“While I am sure they are all worthy and interesting individuals, I have not had the opportunity to get to know any of them. You rescued me from Stonn, and for that I thank you, but I can ask no more of you.”
“You could have spent the rest of your life tormenting Stonn the way he did you, irritating him with your humanity. But you decided against it.”
“I did consider it, but I find such games no longer interest me.”
“Games, huh? I never learned chess, but I could wipe the floor with you at checkers.”
“I doubt that, as you are the one who taught me to play.”
Bones gaped at S’ellack, who stood and walked to the small table in the corner of the room. Bones had seen the chess board there, all the pieces packed away, which was what made him think about chess. From inside the thick board, S’ellack pulled a bag of red and black disks. Laughing, Bones went to sit across the table from him. If the Vulcans needed S’ellack, he’d be here. If not, he’d be getting on with his life, much as McCoy intended to do on the Enterprise.
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Jim woke with a grin on his face. It was so natural to wake up with Spock wrapped around him that his first thoughts were wondering why he’d gone to sleep instead of sexing Spock up again. Satiation, endorphins, and exhaustion were lousy excuses when they hadn’t even gotten to penetration yet! At that exciting idea, Jimmy the Magnificent twitched, and Jim encouraged it with delicious thoughts.
“Jimmy the Magnificent? To whom does the name refer, Jim?”
“Hey, it’s not like I said that out loud!”
“Forgive me, but as a touch telepath I felt your thoughts as I woke, before my shields were fully activated.”
“It’s ok, I’m sure the name would have come up in conversation eventually. I know a lot of guys name their junk little Bob or Pocket Peter. But my junk is much more skilled and important than that, and defiantly not little. What do you call yours?”
“I do not name junk, I recycle it.” Spock was careful to not sound too puzzled, and Jim knew he was fully awake and shielded now. Jim carefully sent his right hand on a scouting mission, to better emphasis what he was about to say.
“Not junk, Spock, this.” Here Jim squeezed lightly, stimulating blood flow. “What do you call your male anatomy?”
“It is illogical to name a body part. Even one such as the penis, which at times acts in a manner one might not wish.”
“Are you saying you get erections at inappropriate times? Tell me when, where and why.”
“What is the logic in such a discussion?”
The logic involved a very interested Jimmy the Magnificent, but Jim doubted Spock would buy that. “It will help me decide on a proper name for your junk, so it doesn’t get a complex from me calling it junk.”
“My penis,” Spock began, but Jim interrupted him.
“Say cock.” Oddly enough, if you started licking said anatomy when making this request, most men would acquiesce.
“My cock is incapable of developing a human emotional reaction.” Spock said, but Jimmy the Magnificent gave a decidedly happy reaction at hearing Spock say cock.
“Tell me the last time you got stiff inappropriately. Or I’ll stop what I’m doing.” This last was added in as threatening a growl as Jim could manage, though it was a lie. He couldn’t have stopped licking Spock’s cock for less than a ship wide emergency!
“On the bridge! Sometimes, when you sit in a certain way, I fantasize you might be looking at my reflection. When you step up beside me to look at a display, your breath caresses my cheek and I think of you panting underneath me. Every time you touch my hand or neck, seducing me with an unguarded mind!” Jim did stop, pulling his mouth off of Spock to look up at him. It ended Spock’s babbling, but a piece had fallen in place for Jim.
“The telepathy thing. You said a Vulcan had to have the mental touch or connection to fix his needs. Do you need my mind?”
“No!” Before, Spock had been excited by the wants of his body, but now his eyes widened and he tried to pull away. Jim considered the reaction and wondered if Spock was panicking. “Jim, at this time, this is sufficient.”
Jimmy the Magnificent really was special, because he wilted, allowing blood to flow back into Jim’s brain. Now he got an image of Spock, held down in a cave as Stonn invaded his mind. Jim sat up, careful to remove his entire body from Spock’s, even as Jimmy the Magnificent returned all blood to Jim’s body.
“Spock! I’m so sorry, I didn’t think! I don’t understand all this mental stuff you do, I don’t know what Stonn did to you. You should see a healer before we do anything else.”
Spock sat up, covering himself with the tangled blanket. “I am well, McCoy healed my injuries.”
“The physical one, yes. But he couldn’t do anything about your Vulcan Voodoo, could he?”
Spock swallowed, as if a heavy lump had settled in his throat. “I am dealing with that. Do you wish to terminate this aspect of our relationship because of this difficulty?”
“Of course not! I need you too much to abandon you because of some asshole. But, I have to do what I can to make you better. Let me help?”
“Jim, humans are marvelous projectors of emotions, but have a very limited ability to receive. I can block out your emotions, and you cannot initiate contact without a link joining us. As such, I am safer around you until I heal from this incident. At that time, I will speak with you about the mind touch of the Vulcans.”
“No.” Spock hadn’t asked a question, but Jim answered it anyway. ”I trust you more than anyone or anything in the universe, but I need more than your word that you’re ok. I need to know that you’re not just here to keep other people’s emotions at bay, especially your own.”
“What would you have me do?” Spock was as unsure as Jim, and they both took a moment to consider the answer. Jim found an answer first, but doubted Spock would like it.
“McCoy. He has a psyche degree as well as medical, or we’d have to have a ship’s councilor. Talk with him, use me as your psychic ability void and we’ll get through this, together.”
Spock considered for a long moment, and Jim began to wonder if he’d pushed too hard. “If I do as you ask, may we continue with the sexual aspects of our relationship?”
“Oh yes, physical therapy is a strong component of any recovery.” Jim grinned, and Spock pulled the blanket off his body. On his way to suck Spock back into hardness, Jim paused to dig a small bottle out of the bedside table. It was unlabeled, as Bones made it for him from components Jim wasn’t allergic to.
“What does the bottle contain?”
“You’ll find out in a minute.” Spock quirked an eyebrow at him, which pulled Jimmy the Magnificent from his slumber. Jim lost his grin as he found Spock’s poor, unnamed cock. He made a mental note to tell Bones to make the lube in bulk from now on, just before Jim was lost in the joy that was Spock. His Spock, finally! And it would take a lot more than Stonn to separate them, that was for double-damn sure!
Author: Trista_zevkia
Chapter: 4/4
Fandom: Star Trek; 2009 movie
Characters/Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: PG-17
Warnings: SLASH Fallout from a mental assault.
Summary: A bit of smut, and a scientific discovery.
Disclaimer: All monies made will be converted to intergalactic space credits, since gold pressed bars of platinum are a nuisance to carry in zero-g.
Author's Notes:
Chapter 3
Bones had watched Spock leave sickbay, before moving back to his office. He had paperwork to do, incident reports and things to add to Spock’s medical record. Plus the stuff about Pon Farr that would never make it into an official report, but McCoy could make notes for himself. Hand written notes that relied on a mix of Latin, Southern American English and a doctor’s illegible handwriting to make it indecipherable. Reading through the data provided by the monitoring equipment, Bones found an unexplained increase in Spock’s temperature. Close to five in the morning, Spock’s temp had risen three degrees and not decreased over time. Within Spock’s normal range, but it made Bones curious. When his equipment couldn’t give a reason for it, Bones pulled up the security feed.
He wasn’t at all surprised to see Jim sneaking in to check on Spock. Ever since Bones had seen the lustful, kicked puppy look Jim sent to Spock’s back after some argument or other, Bones had known. Jim had fallen for the one person in the universe who wouldn’t actively try and seduce Jim. Bones had teased Jim, trying to make him tell Spock. Get it out in the open, let it flourish in the sunlight or wither and die. Either way, Bones wasn’t surprised to see Jim stand beside Spock, his whole aspect softening as he smiled down. The kiss to the forehead and the words that followed were enough to make Bones breathe a sigh of relief. Jim was finally going to shit or get off the pot! Jim turned and walked out of sickbay, while behind him Spock’s temp rose a degree.
The other two degrees came within a half hour, and still been there when Spock woke hours later. As if a kiss from Jim was all it took to start up the biological drive or something! McCoy rolled his eyes at the idea, but froze as he thought about it. Vulcan brains were highly developed, more so than humans, so they could be telepathic and control their body functions with that mental hoodoo. And a disruption to that control could take many forms, including an emotional difficulty. So why not an emotional catalyst for a physical problem? It was a simple idea, but required a form of intuitive thinking that logical Vulcan’s might not be able to grasp. Spock was off duty, and Bones wanted to run this idea by him, but just calling him to sick bay would make Jim worry.
“Computer, locate Spock.”
“Please restate request.”
“Seriously?” Another eye roll, as McCoy knew exactly who was in charge of programming the computer; the same person he was looking for. “Computer, locate Commander Spock.”
“Commander Spock is in Captain Kirk’s quarters.” That was unexpected, and had Bones blinking at his ceiling. He’d expected Jim to hunt down the Vulcan for his confession. “Do you wish to initiate communications with Commander Spock?”
“NO! That is, not now, Computer. End query.” Once this was settled, Bones was going to get Spock to tone down the formality with the voice recognition protocols, but right now he wanted to flesh out this idea he’d had. And to do that, he needed to talk to Spock. Or a wiser, more mature version that just happened to be on the planet below! A quick search of the locals and he had S’ellak’s address sent to the transporter console. A new medical scanner to replace the one Jim had broken, and a medical tricorder on his hip in case S’ellak allowed him to do some doctoring and Bones beamed down.
Still didn’t like the soul scrambler, as he thought of the transporter, but it got him there. At least, he hoped it was there, as the small house on the outskirts of town seemed to be overflowing with guests. Air cars neatly parked beside what Bones was sure was the same Spock lust bus of the night before. He paused to consider if he should go back to the ship, only to find that same woman from last night walking toward him from the house. Obviously Spock was busy, so he’d just find a polite reason to come back later.
“Were you sent for?” For such a supposedly emotion-free race, they sure could pack a lot of ire into their words. As much as Bones’ argued about the benefit of emotions with Spock, it was because he thought Spock would learn from it. This woman seemed so stuck in her ways that McCoy knew it wasn’t worth arguing with her.
“No, ma’am. Just stopped by for a chat. I see he’s busy, I’ll come back later.”
“Fleeing at the first sign of resistance is a sign of guilt.”
“Guilt? Don’t you mean culpability? Never knew a Vulcan yet who could avoid using the largest word possible.”
“Semantics do not equate a denial.”
“Really, I just came to chat. I’m from the Enterprise, we brought S’ellak here and I just wanted to say hi.”
“Then why did you bring medical implements?”
“I’m a doctor, it’s a habit.”
“You may not leave until the meeting is over, and you will give me the device.”
“Look, lady. Call my ship if you want to confirm who I am, but you don’t get to take my equipment or keep me prisoner without a damn good reason.”
Bones was rather irate at this point, but couldn’t help it. This was a federation colony, so what was the big deal? She gave a small nod, and Bones knew it wasn’t for him. Before he could turn, there were fingers on his neck and darkness in his mind. He woke to a strange sensation, as if someone was tickling his brain. As his thoughts started up again, Bones felt a moment of panic before the sensation stopped. Eyes fluttered open and his brain determined he was safe enough to take a moment to adjust. He was in a bedroom worked over in the same color as the captain’s shirts.
“Spo, I mean, what’s your name?” Bones sat up and found his host holding out a glass of water.
“S’ellak, but as we are unobserved, Spock will do. Forgive me the familiarity of the mindlink. It was superficial, as I attempted to ease some of the discomfort that can result from a nerve pinch.”
“You thought making my brain itch was better than giving me an aspirin?” Bones knew his Spock would have gotten physically stiff and verbally defensive at this comment. S’ellak managed to keep his Vulcan mask in place, but still give the impression that he was highly amused by something. Bones didn’t like being that something. “Don’t be mocking me, thinking you know so much!”
“It was presumptuous of me, initiating the meld. I can only offer my past experiences as an explanation.”
“You used your mental ninjitsu on me before?”
“Only once without direct vocal approval, and later you admitted that was a special circumstance.”
“Can I know what that circumstance was, so I might avoid it in the future?”
“No.”
“Why did security attack me for crashing your party?”
“The bonded individuals surrounding the house are supposed to keep the unbounded males from leaving and endangering the public. A few others are inside, to protect the ruling council. T’Ken was overcautious about this meeting being recorded and shown to off worlders.”
“This is a speed date party?”
“I do not understand that reference, but I believe it is closer to a speed marriage. My suggestion to the ruling council is being implemented, as no other solution was presented within the deadline.”
“And, your wonderful solution was?”
“I believe you would refer to it as a ‘May to December’ romance. The widowers of Vulcan will be matched with members of the younger generation. This will allow them to get through the first few Pon Farrs, which are more intense, with the supervision of those who have survived.”
“What’s wrong with that? Why did it take them so long to decide on that?”
“Mating the young men with each other would ensure a longer life together, and efficiency is very logical. Historically, mating two who burn at the same time seems to lock them in a cycle of burning. They will both die before the urge to mate leaves them.” Spock’s calm words brought a surprised look to Bones’ face, as he considered this further evidence of his theory. “Many of the widowers still grieve for their spouses, or have no desire to experience another burning, even as the receiving partner.”
“No crap about non-reproductive relationship being illogical?”
“There is that, which is part of why I was drafted into this.”
“You’ve got to explain that, Spock!”
“This morning, I gave a lecture on emotional completion and physical compatibility to all the individuals here.”
“If they don’t know who you are, or the obsession Jim has for your narrow ass, why did they ask you?”
“The best lie is so close to the truth that even the lair cannot remember the difference.” A human shrug and Spock continued. “I told them I did not wish to be included in the genetic database or have offspring with anyone other than my bondmate. Beside the fact of his death, we also lacked the ability because we were both males. It was a reason they could accept, as analysis of my genetic code would raise questions, even with the ripples.”
“Ripples?”
“The alteration of the time stream did not start with the murder of George Kirk. There were ripples, like a stone thrown in a pond, making tiny alterations in all directions. My Jim had eyes of molten gold, but I still knew him when his blue eyes stared at me from under that hood.”
“He’s such a lucky son of a…” The sound of the door pulled Bones from his moment, and he hoped he hadn’t sound too pathetic when he spoke.
“S’ellak, Stonn has awakened.”
“I shall be there momentarily, Stev.” Spock stood, and the door closed behind Stev. Bones stood too, not wanting to be left behind. “Forgive me, Leonard. I have an obligation to attend to and do not know when I shall return. I told T’ken to give back your equipment and return you to the ship.”
“What are you doing to Stonn?” His tone might have been accusatory, because Spock turned away from the door to shoot him an eyebrow.
“In order to cure him of his madness, someone with experience with Pon Farr must bond with Stonn.” Bones felt the color drain out of his face, knowing who they had chosen for Stonn.
“But he bullied you!”
“I must help where I can, and no one in this universe wishes to claim me. Kaiidth, Leonard.” Spock turned away and exited the room. Bones stood there, but his anger wasn’t at this Spock, but for him!
In a moment of clarity he understood several things, more than he did a few minutes ago. Ever since he saw that first love struck look Jim had tossed at Spock, Bones had been burning with jealousy. His marriage had been full of intensity and passion, producing planet shattering fights and his darling daughter. Jim and Spock would never have biological children, but they would have each other, forever and ever amen. It wasn’t fair! Nobody would ever come from another timeline just for him, even though he was worth it. Everyone was worth that kind of love. And S’ellack was worth somebody coming to his rescue too, even though he didn’t believe it. S’ellack though his life had ended with his Jim's, and now marked time until they were together again.
Unsure of what he planned to do, Bones leaped for the door. Nobody had locked it, so the security wasn’t as good as they thought they were. Vulcans everywhere, but they seemed to be focused on something in the yard. Heading outside, a wave of midday heat reminded Bones of Georgia in August and he pushed through it. S’ellack was walking calmly toward Stonn, who sat in a chair with his hands and feet chained together.
“S’ellack, wait!” Now all the Vulcans were focused on him, with varying degrees of disapproval. Bones instinctively played his humanity up, hoping it would keep the Vulcans from interfering until it was too late. “Now wait just a doggone minute, here! I don’t know what you’re playing at, but you can’t flirt with me like that and then go marry another guy!”
“Flirt?” S’ellack was surprised, but hid it well.
“Yes, flirt! Talking to me like that, being all intrigued my emotional anomalies.” Bones couldn’t remember if either Spock had ever said anything like that, but is sounded right. “Touching me, when I know you’re a touch telepath and don’t do things like that with just anybody. And do I even need to get started on the thing’s you’ve done with my brain?”
The crowd turned as one to look at S’ellack as if he was about to demonstrate such things. S’ellack looked as if he was onto the game, but unsure if he should play along or not.
“Leonard, I meant only to ease your pain, not lead you on.” S’ellack touched on the game, so McCoy could use it to preserve his dignity, and then reiterated his reasons. “This is something I must do, for the good of my people.”
“Your people will just have to do without you for a few hours, while we settle this!”
“Stonn is awake now and we must act before he is lost to us.”
“I came here to claim what you promised me over all those vid-calls, and you say your people have a claim. So what’s your logical solution to this dilemma, huh?”
“S’ellack, Leonard, there is only one solution.” A Vulcan Bones didn’t recognize stepped forward, gazing at them regally from his robes. “I have no preference in partner, so I will take Stonn. S’ellack may take another partner, if Leonard releases him to do so. Though you should have mentioned this liaison when we asked your interest.”
“Forgive me, Tuvor, I did not appreciate the seriousness of what Leonard felt.” Spock bowed to the man and turned to Bones with a Vulcan almost-frown. “We should continue this discussion in private, so that the ceremonies may begin.”
“Tuvor, I protest.” Bones turned a snarl on the man who was interrupting now. Tall and solid, he was built along the same lines as Stonn, but old enough to be Stonn’s father, which he probably was. “Humans exaggerate and lie easily enough, and this one accused Stonn of many things.” Bones felt his backbone stiffen at that comment. Lying was kind of pointless when an entire colony knew what Stonn had attempted to do! “Nor do I know S’ellack from the time before, who was so unaware of the human’s feelings.”
Tuvor gave Stonn’s relative a nod and turned to look at Bones. “Do you have proof of your claim on S’ellack?”
“Proof?” Bones sounded annoyed at the question, but he was desperate to think of something they’d accept! Nothing worse than getting called out on a lie when you were actually lying for a good cause. Awareness of Vulcan hearing was the only thing that kept McCoy from muttering out loud. In for a penny, in for a pound was the old Earth saying he was thinking of, though he wasn’t sure what a penny was or what it had to do with pounds. Old Earth humans were nuts, and so was he.
Two steps closed the distance between Bones and S’ellack, so McCoy could pull them together for a kiss. S’ellack only took a second to get into the idea, kissing back. McCoy’s tongue got into the action, which let Spock’s do some exploring of its own. The tip of Spock’s tongue trailed along the upper left of the soft pallet, an action that tickled McCoy’s mouth and made his knees wobble. It did that every time somebody touched that spot, which nobody had done it close to eight years. Bones broke away panting, wondering how Spock knew about that!
Somewhere, a voice was talking about that being adequate proof of a complicating emotional entanglement. Then S’ellack led him back to the bedroom done in command gold and gave him another glass of water. S’ellack sipped his water, and waited for Bones to recover.
“How did you know how I like to be kissed?”
“Jim can be very persuasive.”
“Good God!” Bones exclaimed and flushed red enough to be shot as a member of security. He did not want to think about Jim talking any version of him into, um, whatever Jim had thought of!
“He referred to you as a serial monogamist, but always knew the right things to say to convince us both to experience new things.”
“One being at a time, that’s my motto!” Another swallow of water, and Bones continued. “Except, if I wasn’t getting to occasional pity fuck from you and Jim, I wasn’t getting any at all, was I?”
“You had your admirers, as well as your own reasons for staying on the Enterprise. And Jim would never do anything of that nature against your will.”
“Forget it!” A heavy breath, as Bones pushed away the too much information he’d just had dumped in his head. Went back to his reason for being here, something scientific to distract the scientist in Spock. S’ellack. What the fuck ever! “Tell me about your first Pon Farr. Any major problems just before?”
“As a member of the Enterprise crew, I’m sure you will understand when I ask you to be more specific.”
“Good point. Any major emotional crisis just before, or near death experiences.” Bones watched Spock consider and was surprised at the quick response.
“Edith Keeler.”
“Ship or woman?” Bones felt it was a reasonable question, as a majority of ships were historically named after women.
“Woman, human. Someone Jim loved but could not be with. I watched their romance progress, knowing it was fated to end, yet still grew jealous of each touch.”
“Ha!” Bones let out a triumphant noise, which got a very Vulcan look from S’ellack. With a shrug, McCoy explained his emotional catalyst for the Pon Farr theory to Spock. When he was finished, Spock stared at him and Bones’ couldn’t interpret the look. Spock either wanted to congratulate him on being a genius, or give him a noogie and call him adorable.
“Despite what I have said before, and will probably say in the future, you are unparalleled in your field. Your hypothesis astounds me, and deserves extensive research.”
“So all the young Vulcan men, with little real world experience, experience true emotion for the first time when the planet was destroyed. Their bodies responded to the experience, unbalancing a chemical here and there, until Pon Farr kicks in.” S’ellack nodded, processing McCoy’s words in his own way. “So here’s what I think about Spock, or you. Whatever. Being half human, you have more experience with emotions, so it takes something even more associated with reproduction to make you burn. If Jim and Spock are doing what I think they are right now, just after Jim’s next near death or major crush, Spock will spike a fever.”
“And refuse even his most favorite foods. You are an exceptional individual, Leonard.” S’ellack spoke in a honey rich voice, and Bones got an idea of what it would be like to curl up to that voice at night. He swallowed, and pushed that idea into the same dark corner of his mind where he’d put the images of doing the same thing to Jim. Not even sex, just holding each other against the darkness.
“Right, well, now tell me how long I should stay and visit with you. Is there anybody out there you want to bond with?”
“While I am sure they are all worthy and interesting individuals, I have not had the opportunity to get to know any of them. You rescued me from Stonn, and for that I thank you, but I can ask no more of you.”
“You could have spent the rest of your life tormenting Stonn the way he did you, irritating him with your humanity. But you decided against it.”
“I did consider it, but I find such games no longer interest me.”
“Games, huh? I never learned chess, but I could wipe the floor with you at checkers.”
“I doubt that, as you are the one who taught me to play.”
Bones gaped at S’ellack, who stood and walked to the small table in the corner of the room. Bones had seen the chess board there, all the pieces packed away, which was what made him think about chess. From inside the thick board, S’ellack pulled a bag of red and black disks. Laughing, Bones went to sit across the table from him. If the Vulcans needed S’ellack, he’d be here. If not, he’d be getting on with his life, much as McCoy intended to do on the Enterprise.
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Jim woke with a grin on his face. It was so natural to wake up with Spock wrapped around him that his first thoughts were wondering why he’d gone to sleep instead of sexing Spock up again. Satiation, endorphins, and exhaustion were lousy excuses when they hadn’t even gotten to penetration yet! At that exciting idea, Jimmy the Magnificent twitched, and Jim encouraged it with delicious thoughts.
“Jimmy the Magnificent? To whom does the name refer, Jim?”
“Hey, it’s not like I said that out loud!”
“Forgive me, but as a touch telepath I felt your thoughts as I woke, before my shields were fully activated.”
“It’s ok, I’m sure the name would have come up in conversation eventually. I know a lot of guys name their junk little Bob or Pocket Peter. But my junk is much more skilled and important than that, and defiantly not little. What do you call yours?”
“I do not name junk, I recycle it.” Spock was careful to not sound too puzzled, and Jim knew he was fully awake and shielded now. Jim carefully sent his right hand on a scouting mission, to better emphasis what he was about to say.
“Not junk, Spock, this.” Here Jim squeezed lightly, stimulating blood flow. “What do you call your male anatomy?”
“It is illogical to name a body part. Even one such as the penis, which at times acts in a manner one might not wish.”
“Are you saying you get erections at inappropriate times? Tell me when, where and why.”
“What is the logic in such a discussion?”
The logic involved a very interested Jimmy the Magnificent, but Jim doubted Spock would buy that. “It will help me decide on a proper name for your junk, so it doesn’t get a complex from me calling it junk.”
“My penis,” Spock began, but Jim interrupted him.
“Say cock.” Oddly enough, if you started licking said anatomy when making this request, most men would acquiesce.
“My cock is incapable of developing a human emotional reaction.” Spock said, but Jimmy the Magnificent gave a decidedly happy reaction at hearing Spock say cock.
“Tell me the last time you got stiff inappropriately. Or I’ll stop what I’m doing.” This last was added in as threatening a growl as Jim could manage, though it was a lie. He couldn’t have stopped licking Spock’s cock for less than a ship wide emergency!
“On the bridge! Sometimes, when you sit in a certain way, I fantasize you might be looking at my reflection. When you step up beside me to look at a display, your breath caresses my cheek and I think of you panting underneath me. Every time you touch my hand or neck, seducing me with an unguarded mind!” Jim did stop, pulling his mouth off of Spock to look up at him. It ended Spock’s babbling, but a piece had fallen in place for Jim.
“The telepathy thing. You said a Vulcan had to have the mental touch or connection to fix his needs. Do you need my mind?”
“No!” Before, Spock had been excited by the wants of his body, but now his eyes widened and he tried to pull away. Jim considered the reaction and wondered if Spock was panicking. “Jim, at this time, this is sufficient.”
Jimmy the Magnificent really was special, because he wilted, allowing blood to flow back into Jim’s brain. Now he got an image of Spock, held down in a cave as Stonn invaded his mind. Jim sat up, careful to remove his entire body from Spock’s, even as Jimmy the Magnificent returned all blood to Jim’s body.
“Spock! I’m so sorry, I didn’t think! I don’t understand all this mental stuff you do, I don’t know what Stonn did to you. You should see a healer before we do anything else.”
Spock sat up, covering himself with the tangled blanket. “I am well, McCoy healed my injuries.”
“The physical one, yes. But he couldn’t do anything about your Vulcan Voodoo, could he?”
Spock swallowed, as if a heavy lump had settled in his throat. “I am dealing with that. Do you wish to terminate this aspect of our relationship because of this difficulty?”
“Of course not! I need you too much to abandon you because of some asshole. But, I have to do what I can to make you better. Let me help?”
“Jim, humans are marvelous projectors of emotions, but have a very limited ability to receive. I can block out your emotions, and you cannot initiate contact without a link joining us. As such, I am safer around you until I heal from this incident. At that time, I will speak with you about the mind touch of the Vulcans.”
“No.” Spock hadn’t asked a question, but Jim answered it anyway. ”I trust you more than anyone or anything in the universe, but I need more than your word that you’re ok. I need to know that you’re not just here to keep other people’s emotions at bay, especially your own.”
“What would you have me do?” Spock was as unsure as Jim, and they both took a moment to consider the answer. Jim found an answer first, but doubted Spock would like it.
“McCoy. He has a psyche degree as well as medical, or we’d have to have a ship’s councilor. Talk with him, use me as your psychic ability void and we’ll get through this, together.”
Spock considered for a long moment, and Jim began to wonder if he’d pushed too hard. “If I do as you ask, may we continue with the sexual aspects of our relationship?”
“Oh yes, physical therapy is a strong component of any recovery.” Jim grinned, and Spock pulled the blanket off his body. On his way to suck Spock back into hardness, Jim paused to dig a small bottle out of the bedside table. It was unlabeled, as Bones made it for him from components Jim wasn’t allergic to.
“What does the bottle contain?”
“You’ll find out in a minute.” Spock quirked an eyebrow at him, which pulled Jimmy the Magnificent from his slumber. Jim lost his grin as he found Spock’s poor, unnamed cock. He made a mental note to tell Bones to make the lube in bulk from now on, just before Jim was lost in the joy that was Spock. His Spock, finally! And it would take a lot more than Stonn to separate them, that was for double-damn sure!
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that will be awesome for Spock don't die in his next ponfarr and no one knowing he is really Spock
i would love if you can do more about Bones and Spock prime relationship! (puppy eyes) and Jim and Spock being really happy too they deserve this
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Might take another look later, but I'm glad the idea of McCoy and Spock Sr. meets with approval.
Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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Thanks for reviewing!
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