| Chapter 8/20- "Easy Does It" (Part 4 in the Under the Sun series) Leonard slid open the door to the shelter and found Sarek meditating. He paused, wondering if he should leave or enter the unit, but Sarek turned to him, “Leonard, you do not need to leave. Your presence will not disturb me. You, too, require rest.” Leonard entered the dwelling and before he fell asleep, he knew a shower was needed. Entering the small bathroom he noticed the beads of water against the sides of the stall, but there was something he noticed even more. The distinctive aroma left behind by a clean, damp Vulcan. The scent invaded his nostrils. He knew he had to get out of there quickly. He showered briskly, dried off and slipped into the robe. He left the bathroom, and the tempting cinnamon-copper scent, behind. Sarek was still in a kneeling position and Leonard proceeded to his bed. Taking his towel, he dried his hair and combed through it with his fingers and, when he was satisfied that it was sufficiently dry, he laid the towel aside and pulled the vid unit to him. He had many files that needed updating. His research on the now deemed ‘Bakswani Syndrome', had put him quite behind with his other log entries. But he soon found that his interest was not in record-keeping. He roughly plugged in another chip that held the latest statistics regarding the disease and tried to lose himself in the reports. He was pleased to see that the antibiotic and inoculation effort was well on its way to having the deadly infection under control. There were no new cases carrying the disease within the last twenty-four hours. Not a guarantee that it was over, but certainly a good indication. There were still many injured arriving at the compound. Most with injuries received from the earthquakes. There were some patients coming from the flood-ravaged zones, but unfortunately most that had been caught by the floods had died. As with other information coming from the Bakswani, estimates of the dead were unreliable, but it was certainly in the thousands. But his mind wasn’t staying on his patients. His thoughts kept running to other things. He remembered that face on the vid and how wonderful it felt to be invading that body. He could even imagine tasting the salty moisture against the back of Jim’s neck, and the taste of Spock and how aroused he could become when certain parts of his body were stimulated. He glanced toward the Vulcan sitting in the corner, facing away from him. Watching the back of the neck, he wondered if this one, too, had a very sensitive spot behind the gracefully sloping ear. Another recollection even more real invaded his thoughts; that of a warm body beneath his hands, of feeling the breath against his face, of feeling the lips touching his own. This was a real memory of events in the lab just a few evenings ago. It made him draw a ragged breath. ‘Dammit, McCoy, get hold of yourself! You’re sitting here having sexual fantasies about Sarek! About Spock’s father!’ He laid down the recorder and stretched out, placing his arms under his head. Sarek was no longer in meditation and, over his steepled fingers, was watching Leonard from his kneeling position on the mat. Leonard spoke. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid that I disturbed you.” “No, you have not. I was not in deep meditation.” Leonard lay stretched out on his bed, their eyes met and did not waiver for a few moments. When Leonard realized he was openly staring, he pulled his eyes away and looked forward. Realizing that the soft robe was hiding nothing and the material revealed the indications of his erection, he sat up quickly. “I could use a drink,” he stated with too much urgency. “It’s not as potent as your saya, but I’d be glad to share.” Leonard stood up and reached for the small case that held a bottle of brandy. Retrieving the bottle and two glasses he held the bottle of brown liquid up in an invitation. “I will accept your offer.” Sarek nodded his head and moved from the mat to stand with McCoy. In the small space separating the two, Bones could feel the heat of the other body so very close to his own. Leonard poured two glasses of the beverage and held one out to Sarek. In taking the glass, their fingers entwined at the tips. The feeling sent shockwaves of heat racing through McCoy. Sarek accepted a glass of the brown liquid. “Thank you.” “You better save your thanks until you’ve tasted it. It may not be to your satisfaction.” He could hear the roughness in his own voice. He could not control the passion creeping into his tone. “I am certain I will find this pleasing.” Leonard felt the fire begin in the depths of his abdomen. There was no doubting the attraction that he had been feeling was for this man was real. Understandably, the attraction began because of how very much this man reminded him of Spock. It continued because of the man himself. He was caring, warm and congenial. Beyond that, he was sexy as hell. “Leonard, may I ask you if you are aware if the significance of the sun’di you are wearing?” “It’s exactly like one that Spock has. I’m not aware that it holds any significance other than being a gift from...him.” He stared into the dark eyes. There was no longer any use in trying to disguise his desire. If his voice had not been evidence enough, the not so subtle movements beneath the slick fabric of the robe had certainly accentuated the evidence of his arousal. “Is there a particular significance associated with this robe?” “It is a koon-ut robe.” “As in the mating?” Leonard asked, surprised. In response to Sarek’s slight nod, he added, “I didn’t know. Does it offend you?” “No, it does not offend me.” “But, we didn’t wear these when Jim and I were bonded to Spock.” “It is no longer required as part of the bonding ritual. It is the traditional ceremonial robe, but it is a matter of choice.” “My bond to Spock. It seems that in the months we’ve been together we’ve discussed every topic but that one.” “I have perceived your longing on the occasions that we have spoken of your bondmates. Also, I have been aware of your difficulty upon the receipt of messages from them. I have not wished to interfere. However, I do not object if you wish to discuss your bond.” Leonard took a sip of the brandy and sat the glass down. He turned away from Sarek, his voice rough and his breathing unstable, “Sarek, I love your son. I love both of them with my soul. The years that we’ve spent together have been the best of my life. I’ve felt a completion that I would’ve never guessed possible. To have him open up to me, to us, was something I never believed would happen.” Leonard looked toward Sarek and realized he was speaking of Spock’s emotions. “Sarek, I’m sorry. I guess this is why we should’ve never started talking about this. It all leads back to emotions and I’m afraid it offends you.” “Leonard, Spock was instructed in the ways to curtail the emotions that he felt. This is the Vulcan way. It is not that we do not have these emotions; it is that we find it logical to restrict the expression of them. Therefore the need for the kal-tai, or mental release, associated with pon farr becomes necessary. The fact that Spock has emotions is not unusual. The fact that he has chosen to deny the existence of them is. Unfortunately, that is due to my own error in judgment. I was demanding and unwavering regarding this, knowing that to show a weakness of emotions would hinder his acceptance among his peers.” “So he buried all of his emotions.” “Yes. Spock is the first offspring between a human and Vulcan that was raised on Vulcan. And, it seemed at the time, he would probably be the last. It was deemed quite unacceptable that I selected a Terran as my bondmate. Even more so that I brought her to Vulcan to live. I was quite determined that our son would be all he could be within the Vulcan culture. Because of my own misplaced determination to achieve this, I managed to instill in him the concept that all emotion was to be denied. However, even with my insistence on him controlling all emotions, he still did not find acceptance.” “Why? It sounds like he would’ve been considered the perfect example of Vulcan disciplines?” “Indeed. Possibly to the extreme. This set him apart among his peers.” “So, he managed to out Vulcan the Vulcans.” Sarek raised an eyebrow. “An interesting assessment, but accurate.” “Well, suppression of emotions is no longer a concern. At least not in the context of a relationship.” “For that, I am pleased. For him to deny his nature was of great concern. I have, in these months, gained some insight regarding his desire for this relationship. I now have a basis to understand what he has found with you, and with James. It is more of an emotionally-based relationship than I would have accepted during his youth, however, as an adult, I found no objection with his decision to bond with either of you. With this opportunity to relate more intimately with you, I now find myself admiring his decision.” “Why, Sarek! That’s quite a revelation. You admire a relationship based on emotion? That’s remarkable!” “A relationship that contains the component of emotion does seem to have merit. Being married to a human, I have reaped the benefit of this philosophy.” “Sarek, you’ve surprised me more than once in these months together.” “In what way?” They each sat on their own bed, facing each other. “Your warmth, caring and humor. I was not expecting to find these traits, at least not to this degree. My God, it took us years to get Spock to open up to us.” “And it was your assumption that Vulcans do not possess these qualities?” “Well...actually...yes. I had assumed that Spock’s more expressive characteristics came from Amanda.” “As I have stated, to control our nature is logical, to deny it is not. Vulcans have emotions, Leonard. They are extremely intense which is why we control the behaviors they produce. However, there is another that I am concerned with that is denying their nature.” Leonard looked at Sarek, a questioning expression on his face, “Who?” “You, Leonard.” “Sarek, I blow my stack regularly! Hell, it was you I almost beaned with a rack of data chips! No, suppression of emotion is something I’ve never been guilty of. More often than not, the opposite is true.” “Leonard, I do not wish to cause you discomfort. You once told me that you are a private person regarding sexuality. I will not intrude into that area if you prefer.” “Sarek, that was right after Spock’s pon farr. You attended to us during those days. I still blush at the things you witnessed during that time. That’s not what we’re talking about here.” “Is it not? I have been aware of the restlessness during your waking hours and, on the rare occasions that you do allow yourself time for rest, you remain agitated.” “But that has nothing to do with suppressed sexuality. That’s because of what we’ve faced since we arrived here.” “Leonard, why do you think your body is unable to control that which you deny, and seeks release when you are asleep?” Leonard turned away from the man facing him and reached for his drink. He poured the remaining liquid into his mouth and gulped hard. This man was aware of the occurrences that had plagued him these last months. “Dear God, Sarek, I thought you were asleep.” He was unable to face the man. “It is not my intention to cause you uneasiness. I only address this due to concern. I had hoped that you would find a way to alleviate the anxiety that claims you. However, you have chosen to deny these needs.” McCoy turned back to Sarek, ready to blast him with an angry retort, but looking into the eyes, he couldn’t deny that he was right. His determination for discipline had turned into a razor-edged tightrope that he had been walking for months. “Look, Sarek. I’ve been away from my lovers for months. I decided early on that the only way to survive this was by being disciplined. Let’s face it, the only other choice I have is to ‘handle the problem’ myself. And, as embarrassing as the occasional erotic dream is, any other option is even worse!” “Then I will need to assure you of time alone.” “Oh sure! That’d work! I can see me asking you to stay out late so I can masturbate! No pressure there! Besides, I’m not going to ask you to leave here when you get as little time to rest as I do. I’ll get through this. No one ever died from this condition. Hell, every teen-age male on Earth survives it.” “Leonard, you are not an adolescent. You are an adult, human male who is accustomed to frequent copulation. Your denial is not logical.” “Then you tell me what the logical solution is. I certainly wouldn’t have sex with someone I don’t care about just to relieve tension!” “That is admirable. The one aspect we have not discussed is the occurrence in the lab six nights ago.” “I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me. I’ve been afraid I embarrassed you. I just wanted to...” He didn’t know how to put this. ‘I wanted to ravish you’ sounded much to blunt, but accurate. “I wanted to feel you close to me. I would never do anything to jeopardize the friendship we’ve formed here.” “I believe I told you once before that embarrassment is a wasted emotion. And you have done nothing that will compromise our relationship.” “Give me time, the evening’s still young,” McCoy mumbled to himself “You rejected several offers of coupling with the female, Dr. Rand.” “I don’t have that type of feeling toward Rand. Besides, you know as well as anyone that I’m committed to two very special people.” “I do not understand the human predilection for demanding a partner remain celibate when long absences are necessary.” “Oh, really! Well just how is that handled on Vulcan?" “The sexual act is a natural bodily function. To deny the body that which it needs is not logical. The sexual act is performed with a bondmate when convenient or with a consort or intimate companion when it is not. A Vulcan would not deny his body drink when it is thirsty nor food when it is craving nourishment. Sexual need is no different. However, neither do we believe that random, indiscriminate behavior is acceptable. That type of behavior is illogical and offensive to those that we honor. Therefore, we do not condone rampant promiscuity.” “Amanda is human. Doesn’t she expect you to remain faithful to her?” “If by faithful you mean having sexual contact with only her, no. But the reasons are long.” McCoy stood up, retrieved the brandy and poured each another drink. “We have time.” Chapter 9/20 Sarek arched his eyebrows, and continued. “Very well. I was involved in research on Terra when we were introduced. She was teaching at the institute where I was in residence. Amanda had extensive knowledge of the ways of Vulcan. She had spent many years studying our culture due to the fact that her grandfather had been part of Earth’s space program when your planet was beginning to explore beyond its own solar system. He was one of the first humans to be contacted by representatives from Vulcan. Her interest in my home planet was what drew us together. She was pleasing to me and I to her. It seemed logical, albeit unorthodox, to request that she be my life partner. “Before I brought her to live on Vulcan, I entered into my time of pon farr. I had to return to my planet and it was her decision, her right, to refrain from servicing me during this time. I chose one of my consorts to take me through the Koon-ut. Amanda and I did not bond until my time had passed. She understands that there are times, and needs, that she is unable to fulfill. She accepts that I have others that I go to during these times. However our allegiance is to each other. She is my bondmate and my life partner. She is my chosen one. The one I wish to share my life with. She is of great importance to me.” “What do you mean times and needs that she is unable to fulfill? You mean other than pon farr?” “She often travels to Earth and is away for long periods of time. Also, there are times that the needs are stronger than I wish to inflict upon her. I do not wish to cause her injury, as my passions can become quite obstreperous. And, there are times that I require a companion of my own gender.” “You told Jim and I that you have had consorts of both genders. Do you have more than one consort at this time?” “There are two on Vulcan that are available to me. One is an associate with the Vulcan Academy, a female. The other is a male that is an associate with the Diplomatic Corp. I allow myself indulgence with either rarely.” “Amanda is to you what Jim is to Spock, his bondmate. I’m his consort, his sko’tan. It makes the position of consort seem unappealing.” “Leonard, I do not have a sko’tan. My consorts are those that will attend me during times of the blood fever and sexual need. We have respect for one other and each will attempt to be available when the need arises. They are nothing more to me, and I am nothing more to them. Sko’tan is a position of honor. It is equal in commitment to that of bondmate. The only difference is the level of the bond. I do not have that type of emotional bond with any consort that I have taken.” Leonard sat on the edge of his bed and leaned back on one elbow, gently swirling the glass of brandy in his other hand. “Forgive me Sarek if I’m not gettin’ the whole picture here. You tell me that on one hand Vulcans don’t believe in rampant promiscuity, that it’s okay to have others that you go to in a time of need, but from what I gather casual relationships are off limits. Right?” “Indeed.” “But then you tell me that it’s illogical to deny one’s needs. Yet you evidently have the same needs that, as far as I can tell, haven’t been met either.” Sarek nodded. Leonard once more came to his feet and paced the small distance of the hut before turning back to Sarek and saying, “Well, that doesn’t make sense! Explain to me why it’s okay for me to jump on the first person that comes around and for you to stay celibate.” “I had perceived an attachment growing between yourself and Dr. Rand. The way that the two of you interacted was in a most pleasant manner. I initially assumed this was a person who would be able to assist you in your needs. I now understand that this was an incorrect assumption. As for myself, my consorts and I have an understanding. There is no expectation of emotion. Those relationships are based on respect and physical need, nothing more. There has been no one on this planet with whom I have wished to form such an arrangement. And, except for my wife and my son, I have never discerned the stirring of any emotions toward another.” Sarek rose from the seated position and stood beside Leonard. “Not until now,” he added, his voice becoming noticeably lower. Bones had been swirling the liquid in his glass. At the last statement his eyes flew to the eyes of Sarek. “I know...I feel this too. And I gotta tell ya, I don’t know how to handle it. There’s no doubt that my feelings for you started because of how much you remind me of Spock. But that’s changed in these last weeks. I find myself thinking less and less of them, and more about the possibilities between us. And I feel guilty as hell. What I feel for you now stems less from how much you remind me of him, and more for the man I’ve come to know these last months. But Spock and Jim are a part of my very soul.” “Yes, I am aware of that. It is for this reason that I have been unable to express to you what I have recently longed for. When I agreed to attend Spock during the mating, I was quite unprepared for the intensity of passions that I bore witness to. My son is fortunate, indeed.” “That’s my point. Spock’s your son, and my friend and lover. I’m having a hard enough time coping with the feeling of betrayal for having these thoughts. The three of us, Jim, Spock and myself, are bonded. Until now, I’ve had no desire to be with anyone other than them, not since the first night we were together.” “And one of you is in deep pain. It is my belief that this desire, which has plagued you, is not from you alone. I believe that your bond is strengthening and you are feeling their passions through it.” Leonard thought about this. Yes, occasionally he had to concentrate to avoid the sensations of sexual contact from overtaking him. Could these periods be during times of extreme excitement between his partners? Perhaps. When considering this, the time frame for most of these episodes seemed to be consistent with Earth’s evening in the Pacific basin. And Sarek had warned him prior to the bonding that, with frequent physical contact, the light bond of a sko’tan could deepen to one as strong as a full bondmate. “So you think that everything I’m feeling is because of the bond?” “I do not believe that your bond is fully responsible for these emotions. I do believe it may be serving as a catalyst.” “What else could be causing these feelings?” “That is something that you must decide. No one else will be able to answer that question for you.” Leonard stared intently toward Sarek. “It doesn’t take much to figure out what else is awakening these feelings in me. Let’s face it, I’ve wanted to touch you for weeks.” He broke the gaze and tried to shake the desire that was threatening to consume him. “Sarek, forgive me, I’m not myself this evening.” He knew his voice was still graveled with desire. He had stopped trying to hide the obvious erection. “Leonard, I find that you are yourself this evening. Perhaps for the first time since arriving here.” The heat Leonard felt radiating beneath his robe was not getting any better, and this conversation wasn’t helping his problem at all. “I really think we should change the subject. I think it’s obvious that I’m feeling...” “Aroused?” He watched the lips as Sarek spoke the word. Leonard brought his hand to the face, close, but not touching the warm skin. The fingertip’s barely touched the warm mouth. The warm breath stroked against his fingers and the hair on his arms bristled. His own breath was now ragged with passion. As he traced the outline of the lips he could feel the knot of desire in his gut and the soft material of his robe against his hardening nipples. The lips moved against his fingers, closing gently then parting slightly. “Yes,” was all he could whisper. Leonard felt as if his stomach had been gripped with a steel ring. His body and mind was craving this gentle being he was with. His very essence cried out for the two he had left on Earth. He felt as if he were being ripped apart. But Leonard was lost in those dark eyes. He moved his lips against the warm mouth. More forcefully, his hands moved to the back of the dark head and pulled the mouth to him. The heat of the strong arms encircled him. He could not breathe, nor he could speak. Air was forced into his lungs in ragged gasps as the need for oxygen overcame the immense desire. The passions that had gone unspoken until this evening consumed them. Their mouths were hungry. Their tongues searched, tasted and savored the other. Sarek pulled Leonard tight to his body, feeling the hardness of the groin, letting Leonard feel the stirring of his own hard need. The Vulcan had never been with another male that awakend his passions as this man did. It was the heat of pon farr without the madness. Leonard pulled back from the heat of the mouth and the glorious feel of being pressed against this man. His breaths were irregular. “Sarek...if you’re not expecting this to go all the way, I’ve gotta stop now.” “Leonard,” the voice was rough, “I am expecting this to go as far as you wish. I am offering you all that I am.” Sarek reached between them and caressed the hard organ through the material. Leonard began a succulent attack on the warm neck. The taste was familiar yet different. The vaguely coppery taste and aroma was similar, but the feel of this man was foreign to his senses. He felt his robe being unclasped at the one closure on the shoulder. The robe parted revealing his nakedness to the Vulcan. When the warm hands reached beneath the robe and encircled him he could feel his erection against a softer robe and knew he was fully exposed. More than his body, Leonard felt as if his soul was exposed. Warm lips played at Leonard’s neck and ears, each new contact sending a shudder throughout his body. Hot hands pressed against his back moving slowly down his spine. Lips on his throat branded him with heat. The feeling of the medal scraping against his chest brought him back to reality. ‘Wait!’ his mind screamed, but his body was unable to stop. He pulled back gripping the muscular arms through the fabric. His breaths were short and quick. One hand briefly touched the medallion. ‘How can I do this?’ He watched as black eyes dropped to the rounded object. He considered the man beneath his hands. He removed a hand from the arm and began to trace the pattern of the ear. Those eyes were filled with passion. They needed each other. Sarek reached for the medallion. The significance was obvious. The confusion of the man before him was equally obvious. He looked to Leonard and with a voice deep and rough with passion, he rasped, “Our desire is strong. But I will do nothing to cause you pain. Are you sure this is what you want?” Then, looking at Sarek, McCoy’s mind calmed. He didn’t know if this was a betrayal of the two left behind. They held his essence. They held his life. But he needed the man beneath his hands, and this man desired him. Leonard reached for the strong hand and slender fingers that surrounded the medallion. His own voice rough from denied pleasures and answered, “Yeah, I’m sure. Sarek, I want to make love to you.” Leonard spread Sarek’s meditation robe and pulled away slightly to look into the deep brown eyes. There was no resistance there, only need and acceptance. He watched the face as his hands parted the robe. Wanting to gaze upon the body, unsure of how to bring himself to do so. Flesh to flesh, their hard organs touched against each other. Leonard saw the eyes close and the mouth open slightly with a gasp as the sensation overtook the man in his arms. The sight caused a shiver to run through his body. A shiver not unnoticed by Sarek. Sarek’s hand came from the back and caressed the face. His lips sought the cooler ones, encasing them with his own. Tasting the saltiness of the moisture, he pushed one shoulder free of the black, silky robe. His other hand pushed the fabric away from the other shoulder. Leonard pulled one arm and then the other from the robe and it fell to the ground. Sarek released the mouth and pulled back slightly. He let his eyes fall to the form standing in front of him. He had seen this man naked. He had seen this man in the midst of the bonding fever. He had never considered that he would be displayed before him as a lover. The hands reached back around Leonard and pulled him close, their bodies pressed together from thighs to chest. His fingers played down to spine until he felt the taunt, round mounds. He gripped the mounds and pressed their erections together. The sensation of the warm hands on his ass and Sarek’s erection pressed against his own almost caused Leonard to cum. He had to pull away from the embrace to catch his breath and calm his desire for release. He pushed the robe from the shoulders before him and the robe joined his on the floor, puddled around their feet. Leonard gazed upon the man for the first time. Never until this mission had he considered Sarek in this way. Not until he realized what an admirable man this was. Beyond that, he was beautiful. The long neck held proud upon the broader than imagined shoulders, the well-defined smooth, muscular chest that accented the slightly darker, olive shaded rings surrounding the nipples, the flat abdomen, all features that reminded Leonard of the ancient artists’ renderings of the Greek gods. His eyes swept lower and saw the strong, double-ridged cock standing magnificently away from the sculptured body. He felt as if he should fall to his knees and worship the man before him. This man that was going to make love to him. He pulled the hand to guide them to his bed. Leonard lay back, pulling Sarek to a kneeling position at the end of the bed. There, on his back, he bent his knees and spread his legs slightly. “C’mere.” The Vulcan watched the display of the man on the bed and the sight incinerated him. He moved to the bed and placed his hands on the bent knees, spreading them as he laid down between them, pressing their groins together. The Vulcan, although chronologically older than the human, was inexperience in passion without the benefit of pon farr. Except for the female that shared his life, all other encounters had been functional, nothing more. He found it fascinating that he wanted to trace the outline of the lips and learn each angle to the face. Never before had he wanted to prolong the period of arousal. The reasons were surely illogical, but nonetheless desired. He found himself inexplicably tasting, nibbling and sucking at the various interesting features of the man beneath him, and finding enjoyment in these new sensations. He watched this human’s eyes. They had reminded him of the blue icecaps on Rigel IV, but now they had turned to a deep violet as the passions claimed him. No more hesitation as the men explored the taste and sensations of each other. Leonard captured Sarek’s mouth and began to discover the intoxicating flavors of this Vulcan. Breaths were quick, bodies rubbed against each other and slick moisture formed between them. Leonard rolled them onto their sides. Releasing the mouth, his tongue trailed a pattern down the neck and across the smooth chest seeking and finding a small nub. Drawing wet circles around it he gently sucked and nibbled until it was rock hard. The sensation brought a moan from the lips of Sarek. He rolled onto his back and Leonard’s tongue found the other nipple already erect in anticipation. Leonard’s hand caressed and played across the slender form and across the hard abdomen. His mouth followed the path of his hand. His hand found the patch of dark, soft hair and then the base of the straining organ. Gripping the base, Leonard’s tongue licked the length of the shaft, his tongue outlining each ridge and finding the sensitive spot beneath the second one. When he touched his tongue to this spot, the body beneath him writhed and moaned in pleasure. He moved to the head of the organ and let the first droplets of pre-cum spill against his tongue. His mouth encased the tip and his tongue began to play against the ridges. He felt the pressure as the hips strained upwards towards his mouth. His hand massaged the hot pouch and the orbs within. He felt strong hands on his shoulders pull him up and away from his attentions to the engorged cock. Pulling Leonard back to him, Sarek tasted his own fluid on the tongue of this man. A taste that he had never before experienced. The joining of lips was never considered a significant act associated with sexual release. He was now realizing the full potential of this seemingly illogical act. Passion had been reserved for the time of madness. Now all barriers were gone and his passions ran freely. He reached for the hardness of the human and felt the shivers of desire when he caressed the shaft. He spread the moisture across the spongy head of the erect penis. The slickness of the fluid felt pleasurable against his fingers. He moved down the man and took the penis in his mouth. He licked and sucked the organ. The taste was foreign but pleasant. Each drop of the warm, salty fluid made him want more. He tongued and sucked, coaxing more of the pre-ejaculate to his lips. He felt the thrusts into his mouth and allowed the organ to sink deeply into his throat until he was taking the full length inside. He moved up and down on McCoy’s penis, feeling the ripples of urgency and hearing the sounds of pleasure escaping from the lips of the one beneath him. Leonard could not stop the quivering that was running throughout his body. His hands gripped the bedcovers beneath him so tightly that his knuckles became white. Through deep, rasping breaths, Leonard moaned, “Oh God, Sarek, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.” Sarek let the organ slip from his mouth and grasp the shaft with his hand. “Do you not wish to cum?” He breathed the word roughly. The word sounded strangely savage and he could hear the rasp of his own voice as he said it. “Oh, yes. Please...yes,” Leonard gasped. Sarek released the cock and came to a kneeling position. He spread the human’s knees apart and maneuvered between them. He caressed the area surrounding the groin. His hands slid to the heavy pouch and gently separated the orbs, feeling the slight movement as the pouch began to contract, ready for orgasm. Once again he claimed the straining organ with his mouth. Taking the full length inside he sucked and matched the thrusts onto the organ with the hips that bucked to meet him. Leonard entwined his fingers in the head of silky, wavy hair and pressed deeply into the hot mouth. The orgasm was building from deep within him. His hips pumped quicker into the heat of the mouth. His body building but not releasing, not believing this was going to be taken to completion. Quicker he thrust, gripping the silkiness of the hair. He raised his head to see Sarek moving up and down on him. His back arched, his head rolled back and with a guttural moan, his body convulsed and he exploded, releasing his ejaculate into the hot depths of Sarek’s mouth in wave after wave of long-awaited ecstasy. Sarek drank the hot, creamy fluid from the head and massaged the last of the semen from the shaft with his tongue. The last wave of the orgasm had the human writhing in pleasure. When all of the seed was expelled, Sarek let the penis slip from his mouth, but not before consuming the last drop of the lusciously salty fluid. He rose up and sat back on his heels and watched as the human’s chest heaved. He ran his hands along the inside of the lightly furred thighs, drinking in the sight before him. He moved from between the knees and rolled Leonard to his side, he spooned his body to the human’s. He pressed his engorged organ to the heated buttocks while tasting the flavor of the beaded moisture on the back of the neck. “Leonard, I wish to enter you.” “Yes, Sarek, yes.” “I do not wish to injure you. You have not been prepared for this entry.” “I didn’t bring any lubricant but there is some lotion in my daypack.” He usually had lubricant that he carried in his pack, but he had no reason to believe he would be needing it on this mission, so he had tossed it aside when packing. He reached for the pack and pulled out the small bottle of lotion. “It’s been a while, so you’ll have to stretch me with your fingers first,” Leonard said, squeezing some of the cream into Sarek’s outstretched palm before laying the bottle aside. Sarek spread the creamy mixture onto his fingers and reached between the heated mounds. He located the tight opening and began to massage the ointment into the puckered orifice. Invading the opening with a single finger, he slipped the digit in and began to stretch the channel. On his home planet, the equivalent to lotion was foam that was injected into the rectum. Its purpose was to lubricate and desensitize the tender flesh. He had never before had to prepare someone in this manner. He found the sensations associated with this intimate method of preparation quite stimulating. He pressed another finger inside and heard the sharp intake of breath when he contacted the prostate gland. He felt the firmness as this contact caused Leonard’s renewed arousal. When the third finger joined the other two, he felt the ring of muscle relax. He enjoyed the feel of having his fingers pumping into the tight chamber, and the flood of emotions and desires he felt directed at him through the touch. Leonard writhed against him. “Now!” Leonard panted. “Now what, Leonard?” Sarek purred into the rounded ear. It was very unlike a Vulcan to use sexual contact to tempt and titillate a partner. Sarek surprised himself by doing just that to his companion. This human was a bad influence on him. Amazingly, he found himself enjoying that part as well. “You know what, dammit! Fuck me!” “Indeed, I shall do just that.” He pulled his fingers from the opening and spread more of the lotion on his hand. He lathered the substance onto his erection and positioned himself at the opening. Leonard suddenly realized that Sarek would push himself inside quickly. Between ragged breaths he said, “Easy does it. This cream is not going to numb me like that Vulcan foam of yours.” “No, Leonard. I will not injure you.” The head of his penis pushed against the tight opening with just enough force to insert the first ridge. After a moment he pressed until the second ridge had popped in. It was difficult not to drive his full length into the receptive body. Slow entry was not a process he was accustomed to. However, using great care, he slipped the organ into the tightness. When he would feel Leonard press against him, he would slip more inside. More than once his penis threatened to release his ejaculate before he was ready for it to do so. He found control with this man was nearly impossible. When he was fully encased within the body, he began to withdraw slightly and press back inside. When he was sure that there was no pain with the movement, his thrusts became more determined. He slid his hand around Leonard’s hips and grasped the newly awakened erection with his hand. The cock pumping inside of Leonard felt wonderful. He loved the feeling of being filled and he had missed the sensation of the tightness assaulting him from within. When Sarek began to thrust into him, he could feel the ridges as they brushed against his prostate. The stimulation undid him. He felt the warm hand as it began to stroke his cock with the same rhythm that was being administered to his rectum. He felt Sarek’s leg wrap around him and pull him closer. Sarek pushed deeply against him and Leonard felt the cock begin to lurch within. As the warm fluid bathed him from inside, his own cock convulsed and his cum was sprayed into the hand that gripped it. The men collapsed onto the pillow and their breathing slowed. Within minutes, Leonard had drifted off to the feeling of a body spooned against him and a cock inside of him. Chapter 10/20 Sarek stroked the dark hair with his hand and wrapped his arm around the man pressed against him. He heard Leonard’s breathing slow to a soft, rhythmic pattern and knew he had finally found rest. He withdrew his softening cock from the tightness, retrieved the damp towel lying beside the bed and cleaned them. Gently, as to not awaken the sleeping man, he wiped the semen from Leonard’s groin and noticed the soft movements that, with just a bit more stimulation, would have once again fully aroused this sensual human. He had to fight against his own desires to feel this man against him again, knowing that rest was what he needed at this time. Lying down, he eased his arms around Leonard. This was another new sensation, he noted; wanting to remain in close physical contact even though the sexual act was completed. In moments, he, too, had drifted off to sleep. Leonard began to wake up and felt a warm arm draped across him. He turned to see Sarek looking at him. “Good morning,” he purred to the Vulcan. “It is, indeed.” There was a relaxed hint of a smile displayed on the full lips. Leonard turned in the arms and brushed his mouth to the warm lips. Sarek ran his fingers through the dark hair and pulled him into a deeper kiss. Cuddling...this too was interesting with someone other than his wife. Never before had he enjoyed the sensation of having a males body just lie against him. He had discovered so many new sensations in the period of just a few hours. Leonard pulled back and looked at him. Sarek believed that Leonard was having doubts about the coupling that had taken place. “Leonard, are you comfortable with this?” he asked. “It’s a hell of a time to ask!” he replied, smiling broadly at his bedmate. “I know that I feel like I’ve regained some of my sanity. How ‘bout you? Any problems with this?” “No, I find this most pleasurable.” Sarek turned so their bodies were pressed even closer together. “It seems that you are once again aroused.” “I usually wake up with a hard-on. Actually, a lotta human males do. But I would certainly be in favor of continuing, if you are.” “Stroke me, Leonard. Bring me to erection,” Sarek whispered into the rounded ear. Leonard pushed the blanket from them and reached for the soft cock. His fingers played down the shaft and he felt the first movements of arousal. He moved so he could watch the organ harden. The shape of the head was not fully visible until it was filled with blood. He watched the subtle movements as blood was pumped into the organ. When it was nearly its full erect size, the head would begin to flare and the ridges that surrounded the cap would become very distinct. One of his favorite pastimes had been to watch Spock become hard. Leonard rolled on top of Sarek and let their erections rub against each other. He pressed against the hardness and nuzzled the neck just below the lobe of the ear. The man underneath gasped with the sensation. “Leonard, I wish to feel you inside me.” Sarek was finding words difficult, but he breathed the words out through ragged breaths. Leonard rose to his knees between the parted thighs. He bent the knees to gain access to Sarek. The bottle of cream was on the floor beside the bed and when he bent to retrieve it, he felt Sarek’s hands tracing his ribcage and following the shape of his hip. Enjoying the sensation of these hands on him, he did not hurry as he poured a generous amount of the lotion into his hand before moving back up on the bed. When he straightened, Sarek raised his knees to allow access. Leonard dipped his fingers into the puddle of cream and reached underneath to coat the puckered opening. He slid his fingers inside and heard the groan that escaped from Sarek’s lips. He watched the face as it contorted in rapture. The muscles relaxed quickly, and he had to marvel at that wondrous control that Vulcans have over their bodies. He placed his hands underneath each thigh and rocked Sarek backward. Leonard centered his cock and slowly pushed inside. He pressed gently until he was fully encased inside the body. It had been so long since he had felt tight heat surrounding him. He released the thighs and began to stroke the length of Sarek’s cock, while stroking himself inside the warm Vulcan. The pace of the thrusts began to quicken and for a time they enjoyed the sensations of pleasing each other. Leonard began to pump more forcefully into the warm body. The sensations overwhelmed Sarek and he tensed and began to ejaculate. Leonard stroked the organ until all the fluid was spent. He laid down on Sarek and thrust against the man with urgency. Sarek caressed the face and met each thrust with his hips. Quicker, Leonard pumped into the body until his back arched. He moaned and his body jerked as he came into the tight warmth of the channel. Spent and sated, he collapsed onto the warm chest. Sarek’s hands caressed the back of his head and down his sides. Leonard pulled out of him, rolled off to his side and looked into the caring face. It was an odd sensation to look to his lover and see Sarek’s features. But he realized it was certainly a pleasant sensation. He had come to care very much for this man. For the first time in months he felt satisfied. “May I ask what you are contemplating?” “I’m thinking that you, sir, are a wonderful lover." “I have experienced many new sensations during this time with you, Leonard. Very pleasing sensations.” “Well, you’ve said that you have had male lovers, so what new sensations have you experienced?” “I have had male consorts. The term ‘lover’ has never held any meaning. I was never comfortable with the term due to the fact that it denoted an illogical emotion. You have taught me the beauty of that word.” He brushed his lips to Leonard’s in a very unVulcan-like gesture. This man was causing him to question many aspects of his Vulcan doctrine. The signal from the comm unit interrupted their discussion and McCoy turned from Sarek and sat up. Standing, he pressed ‘receive’ on the unit, making sure he didn’t open a vid screen. “McCoy here.” “Dr. McCoy, there has been an accident in the northeastern quadrant. There has been a powerful earthquake in that region. Sir, the building that the medical team was working in has collapsed.” “Did any get out?” “Unknown at this time, sir.” “Assemble a rescue team and I will meet you at the communications center in fifteen minutes. McCoy out. Jesus Christ! Does the crap never end on this God forsaken planet?” McCoy shouted as he ran to the shower. He was dressed in less than five minutes and was shoving articles into his daypack. “Leonard, I will accompany you. You may need someone to deal with the local population.” Leonard turned to see Sarek cleaned and dressed in a jumpsuit. ‘Damn, he’s quick!’ He was holding a daypack and the rain gear packs that they had forgone since their arrival. The suits were just too damned hard to get on and off quickly to be used in the camp. It was just more convenient to get wet. “It’s probably gonna get pretty nasty out there. Are you sure?” “I have traveled to many different planets under many different circumstances. I do not object to adverse conditions.” “We can certainly use all the help we can get. Thank you, for everything.” His tone softened and the eyes of the two men who had great respect for each other and found each other in a time of need met for a brief moment. They left the hut and ran for the communication center. There were two security personnel, seven of the engineering crew and four from the med-surg team assembled in the building. McCoy was advised that the emergency medical equipment was being loaded onto the shuttle. The party of fifteen boarded the ground shuttle and headed for the region. During the hour ride to the affected village, McCoy kept checking with the communication center to see if any further information had been received. However, none of the team members had reported in, and the only information had been the sketchy communiqué originally received from the Bakswani. He paced the aisle of the small shuttle, unable to relax. He hated knowing that members of his team were hurt, maybe dead. He had assigned the teams, and he felt that this fell on his head. ‘How in the hell did Jim manage to be in control for so many years?’ Then he remembered that Jim’s ability to command, even in the most trying circumstances, was one of many reasons he had fallen in love with him. Upon approach to the center of the village, McCoy pulled a rain pack out and shouted to the crew, “Everybody suit up. I want the tricorders distributed and everyone is to carry a powerpack. Med Team, you’ll need to clear an area for triage and break out the equipment. Engineering, you’ll start on clearing the debris from the collapse site. Security, once the area has been secured, help the med team with the equipment until you are needed elsewhere. Remember that we may have survivors under the rubble. Easy does it!” Sarek stopped his preparations and looked toward McCoy. In less than eight hours he had heard this man utter the phrase, ‘Easy does it,’ twice. Once as he was preparing to enter him in sexual intercourse when Leonard whispered the words through ragged breaths of passion. Now he used the phrase in the authoritative tone of a leader. He discovered another new sensation, a current of emotional electricity that began deep in his groin and reached for his chest and throat. It was an illogical reaction caused by three words spoken in different contexts. He would certainly need to meditate about these new sensations later. Chapter 11/20 The shuttle landed and they stepped from the vehicle. What they saw was total disarray. What had been a village of wood and stone structures now lay in shambles. The sight reminded Leonard of old vid’s of the war on Earth in the earlier part of the 1900’s. The archaic weaponry known as bombs had demolished entire towns and regions in old Europe. He had seen earthquake sites in the past; it was no earthquake that wreaked this havoc. “Sarek, this isn’t right. In an earthquake, the buildings collapse. These have been blown apart. This village has been attacked!” “Agreed. I will contact the commissioners and the ships in the area. A ship should have the capability to run scans to see what type of attack we are dealing with.” “Good, in the meantime, we’re going to need more than two security officers. Can you get on the horn and see if we can have a full security team transported over?” “Horn, Doctor?” “Sorry, the comm unit in the shuttle.” “Certainly.” Sarek moved back to the interior of the shuttle and Leonard began an exploration of the area. The building, or what was left of it, where the missing medical team had set up was located. He directed three members of the medical group to begin scans of the rubble to search for life signs. He directed the engineering team to a still-standing wall, which seemed perilous as it teetered over the main pile of rubble. He directed them to secure the wall to keep further injuries from occurring. He turned to walk back across what seemed to have been a town square to check with Sarek on the arrival of additional security. He reached the entrance to the shuttle. It was the last thing he remembered. The ground around him exploded and he sank into darkness. ********************** Spock stepped from the shuttle. He had spent the last three days aboard the Enterprise, making preparations for whoever would be named Captain. The last repairs and updates on the ship were being made in preparation for the next training class. The new cadet class was scheduled for a training cruise at the end of the term and the ship, once the refit was complete, would be used for such missions. Spock was slated for promotion. He knew he would be assisting with in-flight training when he accepted this position. However, he resisted being promoted to Captain and serving as such on any vessel, especially this one. That was one assignment he was determined to resist. It was the one issue that had created tension between Jim and himself in these last weeks. Jim was adamant that this would be an excellent opportunity and that he was the perfect choice for the position. Spock was equally resolute that he did not wish to command, and in particular, he did not wish to command this ship. Two equally strong-willed men both determined to be right. It had made for both interesting, and loud, discussions as well as some extended periods of quiet. They had been involved in such a period of Jim’s ‘silent treatment’ when he left the apartment three days ago. Then last evening, there was an interesting incident that came from the bond. He was anxious to make amends with his partner, drop their shields and discuss the event. Stepping from the shuttle onto the ramp, he grabbed the railing. His first thought was that the ramp beneath him was giving away. Quickly he realized this was not a physical manifestation, but an impression that was coming through the bond. Darkness, complete utter cold darkness enveloped his mind. He staggered under the effect of a silenced bond. Leonard! Something had happened to Leonard. The bond between them had suddenly snapped. “Commander Spock!” Lieutenant Maxwell was manning the transporter station and rushed to the shuttle ramp. “Sir, are you alright?” She had noticed the Commander stagger and reach for the railing. He looked at her as if he didn’t see her standing in front of him. He shook his head and regained his composure, physically anyway. Now more focused, he said, “Yes, Lieutenant.” He up stood straight and looked toward the female. “I will need to be transported to Starfleet Headquarters, Command Building.” He stepped quickly to the transporter pad as she eyed him curiously and keyed the destination. A familiar hum deposited him onto the transporter pad inside Command HQ. He stepped from the pad, keyed his security clearance and walked briskly to the lift. The doors opened in front of Admiral James Kirk’s suite. Lieutenant Moricy was seated at the desk outside of Jim’s office. Moricy looked up toward the man he had come to know well. With a smile he said, “Commander Spock, it’s good to see you, sir. Let me congratulate you on your upcoming promotion to...” “Is the Admiral in his office?” Spock interrupted the man’s sentence. He had no time for exchanging pleasantries. He felt as if he were barely holding himself together as it was. “Yes, sir. He has been trying to reach you...” Spock never stopped his approach to the office; the door was opened and shut before Moricy could complete his sentence. Jim was seated at his desk, one hand on the comm unit, and one hand supporting his forehead. His head snapped up when the door opened. He rose to his feet, “Spock! Jesus! What the hell has happened! I just felt an explosion in my head and it was coming from the bond. Thank God you’re okay. I thought you were hurt.” “Jim, it was coming from Leonard. I do not know what has happened, but the bond between us is silent.” Jim sat slowly back into the chair, staring at Spock. “Oh shit! Spock, is he...is he dead?” The words were hard to speak and his breath caught. “I do not know. I only know that I can no longer feel him.” Jim’s first thought was that Bakswana-6 had exploded, destroying Bakswana-7 as well. The latest reports of the stabilization efforts looked promising, but obviously something had happened. He punched the comm button and told Moricy to get Nogura, he added, “Dan, I don’t give a damn what he is doing or what meeting he is in, I need to speak to him, now!” “Yes, sir! I’ll find him and connect you straight away, sir.” Daniel Moricy didn’t know what the hell was up, but he knew something horrible had happened. Whatever it was, he would get Nogura for James Kirk, even if he had to personally drag the man out of a latrine! Jim looked toward Spock; he could tell he was being held together by sheer will alone. They both were. The brief interruption in their shields was gone and they were tightly in place once more. Jim wanted to share this with him, but now was not the time. He had to keep his wits about him. But he thought of the ice-blue eyes and the smile that could melt your soul, and his resolved slipped. “God, Spock, he just can’t be dead!” Spock didn’t answer. He had retreated into the stoic cover of a super-Vulcan. He could not allow any of the terror he was blocking to slip through. If it did, he was afraid he would lose all control. “I have him, sir. I’m transferring him now.” “Jim, what is this about? I was in conference with Ambassador Shera...” “Admiral, have you received any reports regarding Bakswana-7?” “Not since the last communiqué regarding the stabilizing efforts. It seemed everything is progressing well.” “No, Admiral, today. Have you received new information today?” “No, Jim. What is this about?” “Admiral, Commander Spock and I need to come see you right now. Something has happened.” The urgency in his voice told Nogura that this was serious. This was not a man to take lightly. “Certainly. Come on up.” “Thank you. We’ll be right there.” They left Kirk’s office and as they walked toward the lift, Jim told Daniel where he was headed. “If anything comes in regarding the Bakswana system or Commander McCoy, contact me immediately.” “Certainly, Jim,” Dan called, but they had already boarded the lift. They were shown into Admiral Nogura’s office as soon as they arrived in his suite. Jim began, “Admiral, we have reason to believe that there may have been an incident on Bakswana-7.” “Jim, we have had no reports to that effect. Why do you suspect this?” “Admiral, as you well know McCoy is bonded to Commander Spock, as am I. Approximately fifteen minutes that link was silenced.” Nogura looked to Spock, rigidly standing beside Kirk. He had known few Vulcans in his time, but this one actually looked pale, as if he may collapse at any moment. This, also, was not a man with alarmist tendencies. “Commander, forgive me, I am not well versed in bond characteristics. I understand that this is a mental link that forms between partners, am I correct?” “Yes, Admiral.” “Could this not be affected by some type of atmospheric condition or from the distance between you at this time?” “It would not be affected by such manifestations. He has either been rendered deeply unconscious, or he is dead,” Spock answered stoically. Nogura considered the men before him for a moment. Several years ago one of his Admirals had told the Enterprise it was not allowed to divert to Vulcan because he did not understand the “Vulcan hocus-pocus.” That Admiral had almost cost the 'Fleet one of its finest officers, and that incident had changed regulations regarding Vulcan personnel. No, neither of these men were alarmists. He turned to his comm and ordered to be put through to the Alexander. It was now docked in the spaceport in the Deltan system and was the closest starship that could be reached directly from Earth. Jim recognized the voice of Captain Tori Ashland when she came on the unit. “Admiral Nogura. To what do we owe the honor, sir?” “Captain Ashland, have you received any reports regarding a recent incident on Bakswana-7?” “No, sir. Nothing has been...just a moment Admiral. It seems we’re receiving a report now.” She reached for the vid pad and her expression changed dramatically. “Admiral, there has been a massive attack by the Tovian on Bakswana-7. It has occurred in the northeast quadrant where the cryogenium rescue efforts are in place. There was a Federation medical unit that was caught in the initial attack but it was reported as another of the frequent earthquakes. Commander McCoy and Ambassador Sarek compiled a team that went to the area to assist in the rescue. They were there when the second attack was launched. At last report, the first team is missing and most of the second team is dead. Ambassador Sarek and Commander McCoy have not been located, but they may have been at ground zero for the latest attack. They are listed as missing and presumed dead, sir.” “Just a moment, Captain.” He placed the comm on standby. He looked to the men before him, “Admiral, Commander, I am sorry.” Jim’s blood ran cold. Bones and Sarek, both of them missing, presumed dead. “Admiral Nogura, we’re going out there.” “Jim, I understand the loss that both of you have suffered. The entire ‘Fleet will be effected by the loss of these men, but I can not authorize you going to this region.” “With or without sanctions from Starfleet, we are going.” “Jim, I can not...” Nogura’s comments were halted by the comm unit signal. He pressed ‘receive’ and Captain Ashland stated there was further information coming through. “Admiral, the USS Constitution is under attack and one of the transports has been destroyed. A Bakswani freighter, presumably carrying the stores of cryogenium is caught in the crossfire. The Constitution is attempting to lock on to it. Sir, there seems to be a full compliment of Tovian battle cruisers that have crossed the Neutral Zone. What are your orders, sir? Should we head back to the area?” Nogura looked back at the men in his office. “No, Captain Ashland. Your orders are to stay where you are until Admiral Kirk and Commander Spock arrive at your position. Then you are to head to the planet at top speed. There are other ships in the quadrant that I will order in.” “Aye, sir, we will hold position.” “Gentlemen, I expect to be kept informed.” “Affirmative, sir.” “And Jim, this is no longer just about McCoy. You go on this mission and you will be representing the Federation. We may be on the verge of intergalactic war.” “Understood, Admiral.” Within two hours they had packed, transported to the docking station and boarded a warp-speed shuttle that was standing by for them. This ship was much larger than a regular shuttle but it was the smallest ship in the ‘Fleet with warp capabilities. The small ship would be able to escort them to the Alexander quicker than any of the transports. They would rendezvous with the starship in thirty hours. |