"McCoy ... this is Spock."
"Hi'ya, Spock ... what can I do for ya?"
"I am in the Embassy Garden with an acquaintance who needs medical attention. I cannot say
any more at this time, but will explain what I can in person. For now, can you lock onto my
signal, and the person with me and have us beamed directly to a private examination room? You
are to be the only physician to attend him ... it is imperative that his presence remain secret."
"Of course, Spock ... it will take me a moment to arrange transport ... McCoy out."
******************
McCoy, like I, was surprised to see his patient. Forgoing his questions for the time being, he set
to work assessing my counterpart's condition. I was relieved, as I did not have any answers for
the good Doctor. I hoped that S'chn T'gai would be able to enlighten us both on why he was here
... and why he needed asylum.
"Spock ... can you tell me what happened ... before he passed out?" McCoy said, as he scanned
his patient.
"Nothing much happened. We exchanged greetings ... he said he needed my help ... and then
asked for asylum." I took a moment to access the memory of our brief mind touch, and
continued, "when his knees started to buckle, I could see pain in his eyes ... and when I caught
him, I felt his anxiety, but closed my mental shields before I sensed the source of his distress."
"Well ... it looks like he has been subjected to numerous phaser blasts ... all at a low setting.
Apparently, he was being stunned, repeatedly ... as if, each time he revived from stun, he was
instantly stunned again." Shaking his head, he went on, "and that's not all ... there's an imbalance
in his system ..." McCoy stopped, and looked into my eyes with such concern, I became
concerned for the life of my counterpart.
"What is it?" I asked. If I was to help this man, I needed to know everything I could about his
condition.
"Spock," he said, and then cleared his throat nervously. "I'm not 100 percent sure ... but I think
he ... ummm ... I think it's the Pon Farr."
"Understood." I could only assume that someone had been using a phaser to keep him sedated.
Surely, if this had continued for much longer, it would have been fatal."Do what you can to
make him comfortable," I said, as I stood to leave. Looking at the face, so like my own, and
knowing the torment he was going through, I went on, "I must rearrange my schedule for the
next week, and make some preparations. I will return for him in one hour ... can you have him
ready to leave at that time?"
"Of course, Spock ... but what will you do?" McCoy asked, deeply concerned.
"Do not be naive, Doctor ... I will do what I must to make sure he survives this ordeal." With this
said, I left the room, knowing that S'chn T'gai was in good hands. McCoy would maintain his
privacy ... and knew how to deal with his condition until I returned.
***********
As I left the medical facility, I found myself uncharacteristically aroused. It had been many years
since I last had sex ... although that last time with Jim, so many years ago, on the night before his
final mission, was still fresh in my mind. After the attack that took his life, I was lost ... had it
not been for McCoy, I would not have survived. But life goes on ... and eventually, so did mine.
However, I never once felt desire for another person. It was as if that aspect of my life died with
my t'hy'la.
I quickly made my way back to my office, where I made some calls. Requesting a leave of
absence for personal reasons (a request that is never denied the Vulcan staff of the Embassy), I
closed my office, and went back to get S'chn T'gai ... and found myself anticipating the next
week to ten days. It would certainly give me a chance to get to know him better ... and find out
why he was here.
**************
My counterpart was still feeling the effects of McCoy's ministrations when we arrived at my
apartment. The good Doctor was able to ease his pain considerably, and calm him sufficiently
for the short journey to my home.
By the time we arrived, he was exhausted. "You may refresh yourself through there," I said, as I
pointed through my bedroom to the bath beyond. "Rest ... I will prepare a light meal, as you are
most likely famished, and then we will take care of other business," I said with a raised eyebrow.
Obviously taken aback by my comment, he mirrored my expression, saying, "You know, don't
you?"
"Of your condition?" I asked, and at his nod, I continued, "yes ... McCoy noticed the imbalances
in your system." At that time, we were in perfect sync ... each knowing exactly what the other
was feeling, but I had to know, "tell me ... why were you being stunned repeatedly?"
At my question, a look of shame came over him ... obviously, this Spock was not as accustomed
to hiding his emotions as I was ... or else the Pon Farr was more advanced than I had thought.
After a moment, he said simply, "I was being tortured," and he left the room.
While I was contemplating why any sentient being would choose to torture another in such a
way, I heard a crash from the other room. Quickly, I made my way there to see what had
happened ... and saw my dresser overturned, and S'chn T'gai collapsed on the floor, sobbing. I
realized that he was speaking, and after a moment I was able to discern his words "Po -- tor
katau tu ra sanosh.. Po.."*
It took me a moment to realize that he was not asking me this question ... in his delirium, he was
seeing his tormentors, and wondering why they were torturing him so. It was painful to see him
so ... it was time to ease his suffering.
I disrobed before I approached him. As I did, his please of 'why' came to an end, and a cry of
utter anguish escaped from deep within his soul. He was almost incoherent, but in his anguish, I
could make out one phrase, "T'hy'la -- yontau na'du.. Bolaya lo'uk.."*
I knelt on the floor behind him, soothing his brow and whispering calming words in his ear. I felt
his body stiffen, and some semblance of recognition came into his eyes. "What are you doing?"
he asked me, as I reached to unfasten his clothing.
"What you need me to do." I replied. As I stood, and offered my hand to assist him in rising off
the floor, I whispered, "Yontau du.. Let me put out your flames.."
As he stood, he noticed my state of undress, and my all too obvious arousal. He roughly grabbed
my by the shoulders, and threw me onto the bed, face down. I could hear the sound of his
clothing being torn off of his body, and, knowing what was to come, I said, "there is a jar of lube
on the table ... use it liberally!" I had already opened it, in preparation of this moment.
I soon felt his strong, slick fingers probing my ass ... it had been so long, I almost came with the
first sensation of his finger touching my prostate, but I could not indulge myself so soon. When
he was done preparing me, he grabbed my hips, and lifted my backsides into the air. Kneeling
between my parted legs, I felt his cockhead slip into me. The sensation was amazing ... never
before have I been penetrated by a Vulcan penis, and experiencing it second hand (as I so often
did when Jim and I were joined) is not the same.
At first, he moved rather slowly ... I was actually amazed by his control. Soon I found myself
pushing back, to impale myself further onto his engorged phallus. The further back I thrust, the
deeper he went ... and my own cock was ready to burst from the stimulation on my prostate.
I could feel myself nearing climax, and knew that S'chn T'gai was very close, too by the
increased tempo of his thrusts. When I thought I could take no more, I felt his hand come
around, and grab my cock ... he pumped it twice, in rhythm to his thrusts, and suddenly, I could
feel the heat from his juices flowing inside of me, and I exploded. We both cried out, as we
climaxed ... and I was not all that surprised to hear the name Jim come out of both of our
mouths.
***********
Satiated for the time being, we showered and changed the linens, and even gotten a little sleep. It
was now time for some answers. I had prepared a small salad for each of us, and poured glasses
of ice cold Altair Water ... anything more would be out of the question until the Pon Farr had
completely run it's course.
As we ate, he told me about his rise to Commander in Chief of the Empire. And how he brought about widespread changes for the people. The days of advancement by assassination were over. That was the one thing he had never been able to do ... kill Kirk ... he could not kill his t'hy'la. Instead, he used his power and the allies he had onboard to remove Kirk from command. In essence, they had mutinied, but left Kirk alive ... and when he entered Pon Farr, he forcibly bonded with Kirk ... making him his sex slave.
I, in turn, told him of the relationship that had developed over the years between myself and Jim.
How it had grown of its own accord, until one day, we realized what we had both been missing
out on all along. I told him of the many years we had together, and of the tragic accident that
took him away from me so suddenly ... when we should have had many more years together.
He then told me of the fall of the Empire, and the recent rise of the Klingon/Cardassian/Bajoran
Alliance. How they enslaved the Human and Vulcan people, and all their allies who would not
pledge their allegiance to the new regime. He told of the torture, and degradation ... the
starvation and disease. It took him a while, but he finally got around to his own torture, and why
he was seeking asylum.
"I was in one of their work camps," he started out. Reluctant to tell me of his ordeal, but
knowing the necessity. "I had eluded capture for a week, while they were overrunning Earth and
Vulcan. When they finally caught up with me, I was searching for Kirk. You see, my time was
coming, and I needed him." He shook his head, as if to clear away the image, but continued, "I
knew he was getting old, and this time would probably kill him, but we were bonded ... I had no
choice." He seemed to get lost in his own thoughts for a minute or two, but finally looked at me,
and continued, "we had been together for so long, I do believe he had finally grown to love me,
in his own way."
"Yes, there is a term for that on Earth ... 'Stockholm Syndrome', I believe ... where a captive falls
in love with his captor."
"Whatever ... as I said, I was captured before I found him. For several days, I hid my condition,
as it was not yet acute." Once again, he paused in his tale, then took a deep breath to continue.
"My Klingon guard recognized my symptoms a week after I arrived. Apparently, in my delirium,
I was calling out for Kirk, and they searched through their records to find that he was also a
prisoner. He was brought to me, but put in the cell across from me, where we could not touch."
He shivered ... whether from the memory, or from the returning fever, I could not tell.
Urging him to continue, he told me of the time he spent locked in his cell, with Kirk across the
way, pleading with the guards to let him go to his lover. "I was slowly going insane, and they
would not allow the one person in the world who could help me come to me." He stood, and
started to pace, anger mixed with lust in his voice as he continued, "on the third day of our
mutual captivity, I broke the lock on my cell door, and made my way to Kirk's cell. I had
grabbed him close to the bars, and made him kneel as I pulled my cock out and thrust it into his
waiting mouth. As he started to suck, the guard returned, and pulled me away, throwing me into
the wall. As I turned to fight him, he raised his disruptor, and fired at Kirk."
My counterpart was shaking, silently, and there were tears in his eyes. I knew the pain he was
going through, and went to him. "Shhh .... you are safe now," I whispered, as I held him close to
me. "There is no need to continue."
"Yes ... there is. Kirk was dead. Gone. His body, his mind ... his soul. Part of me was also gone. I
did not realize just how connected we had become." Once again, his body stiffened, and I could
feel him losing control once again ... but apparently he felt a need to finish his tale before his
need overcame him once more. "When I saw what the guard had done to my t'hy'la, I went
bezerk! I leapt at him, and broke his neck before any of his comrades could assist him."
He was silent for several heartbeats. Then finally, he went on, "after that, I was returned to my
cell, naked, where I was chained to the bars. My new guard would come up to the bars and
stroke my cock, stopping before I had any fulfilment, then stunning me into unconsciousness.
This went on for two days, until I broke free, and raped my guard. I escaped, and made my way
to a transporter, where I made the calculations to get here."
I was shocked by the brutality of his captors. But then I remembered the brutality of the universe
Jim had described to me, and I could see how the Klingon's could have been so barbaric. "I am
amazed that," I finally said, "after all these years, and the condition you were in, that you could
get here. None-the-less, you are here ... and you will be granted asylum."
I could see the relief in his face at my words. "Thank you," he said, as the tension of his ordeal
slipped away.
"Come ...it is time again," I said, as I took him into my arms. I could feel his erection press
against my own, and the fire I knew to be in his blood surged into my own. "Let me pleasure
you, as Jim so often pleasured me. And together, we can purge the flames of our lust ... and love
... for our t'hy'la."
With these words, I once again took him into my bedroom. Slowly, I removed the soft robe I had
lent him, the one that had been Jim's. I then I removed my own, and took him once again into my
arms. //We are one!// I thought, but said it in Vulcan for emphasis, "Etek veh.." I needed him as
much as he needed me. It was time to join with him, in every way. "We are one, in body and soul
... I wish to join with thee."
At my words, we both reached for the meld points, and our minds became on. We were one
being, with two sets of memories and experiences. The meld was complete in an instant, and we
no longer needed the touch points to remain in contact. At this revelation, I moved us to the bed,
where I gently laid him down. Just as I had never been fucked by a Vulcan cock, I had never
sucked one. Wanting this very much, and knowing that he, too wanted oral stimulation, I 'sat on
his face' (as Jim would have said), and proceeded to suck him.
He used his hands on me at first, then wiggled so that I was fucking his mouth. I pumped my
shaft into his mouth as I sucked him off. In a matter of minutes, we were both spurting our seed
into each other. Spent, I collapsed next to him, and felt his hands on my side ... slowly stroking
along my hip. I did the same to him, moving close to his groin, and instantly felt his erection
grow firm again.
"I see you still have need of me," I teased, "can you wait while I recover, or is the need urgent?"
"You may recover," he said, with a smile that was chilling in its intensity, " ... a little. Then, I
will fuck you like you have never been fucked before."
As I fell to sleep, I replied, "Ha -- tu sanosh bek-tor."*
**************
I spent the next week with S'chn T'gai ... sharing our bodies in a way that neither of us had even
done before. How strange it was to be so attuned to another. To know exactly what sensations
were pleasurable, and which were not. It was close to the feeling I shared with Kirk, but even
that was not as fulfilling as what I had with my counterpart. After all, we *are* the same person,
albeit with different experiences, and different expectations.
When he left me this morning, to start his new life on Vulcan, we promised to keep in touch ... if
only to be there for each other when it was our 'time' again. I look forward to the day I once
again look into that mirror, darkly reflecting a life that parallels my own, but is so different at
the same time.
~Ende
**************
¥ Spock's full name is from the Pocket Books Novel "ISHMAEL" by Barbara Hambly, ©May 1985
*The Vulcan words were found at the online Vulcan Language Institute: http://www.teleport.com/~vli/vlif.htm
Dif-tor heh smusma - Spahkh = Live Long and Prosper, Spock
Po -- tor katau tu ra sanosh.. Po.. = Why? Does it bring you such pleasure? Why?
T'hy'la -- yontau na'du.. Bolaya lo'uk.. = Beloved ... I burn for you! My need is great!
Ha -- tu sanosh bek-tor. = Yes ... I await your pleasure.