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<![CDATA[With Immense Passion
Spock's hands trembled as he awaited for his bondmate to be escorted
to him. He was barely aware of Jim and Scotty watching from the side.
All he could think about was Leonard and what had happened the last
time they were on Vulcan.
Spock took a deep breath and tried to steady himself. He could not
allow himself to succumb to the green rage that was trying to
overtake him. Leonard would not betray him. Leonard would not shame
him in front of the clan as T'Pring had done. Leonard would not ask
for the challenge.
Spock heard the drums and chimes in the distance. He looked up and
noticed that this time his parents had come. They were acknowledging
him now after what had happened on route to the Babel conference.
They were here to see him married. Sarak had even commended him on
his choice for mate. "Dr. McCoy is an extraordinarily accomplished
healer, one that any clan would welcome within their midst as
clanmember."
That thought made Spock remember Leonard once more. The tall, lean
frame. The mischievous, intelligent blue eyes. That wonderful mouth.
The long, elegant hands, with the mobile, quick, and efficient hands.
The lean hips and long legs that were made to wrap...Spock hissed.
Spock took another deep breath, controling himself fiercely. He must
try to stay focused. He must not hurt his chosen one. He must not let
his hunger for his bondmate overtake him. He must be as gentle as
possible to his Leonard. Leonard was almost here. Almost here, and he
will soon have his mate with him. Always and never touching and
touched.
Leonard's escort arrived at the meeting place. The same place T'Pring
had come to, the first time they were on Vulcan. T'Pol carried on her
chair by her closest kin. Leonard dressed in a short cloth kilt of
the McCoy Scottish clan and a white silk shirt. He was glorious. He
was handsome. He would be Spock's. Soon.
///Leonard///
`Okay Leonard, old boy, you can do this.' He was walking along with
T'Pol and company, the chimes and drums going ahead to announce their
arrival. His heart was racing, his hands sweaty, and his breathing
irregular though he had taken tri-ox, all the classic signs of either
panic or desire. It was both wrapped into one.
Leonard knew that as soon as the ceremony was over Spock and he would
go to a nearby tent that had been set up. There they would stay among
medical supplies, food, water, and other things until Spock's Pon
Farr was sated.
Leonard knew that he loved Spock with all his being. Leonard trusted
Spock with his life, his secrets, and his heart. The way his hands
were shaking, the way he was sweating, and the way he wished he could
run ahead of the crowd and tackle SpockLeonard took a deep breath.
He must try to wait until he got to Spock. He must focus only on the
moment and on sending soothing, welcoming, and loving thoughts
towards his mate. Spock with his saturnine face, those elegant
eyebrows, and those eyes that seemed to be endless. Those pointed
ears that looked lickable. The long, strong frame, with arms that
were made to hold him close and safe. The long legs, just right hips,
and torso just made to wrap his legs around while Spock was inside
himLeonard breathed deeply again. Centering himself the way Spock
had taught him to.
They were finally there, where Spock was waiting. Where they had gone
to the first time they were on Vulcan. Spock in his uniform, trying
to look proper, but managing only a severe control. A control that
betrayed his hunger and his passion. Leonard could not look away from
Spock. Spock was sensual, handsome, and the flame. Leonard was the
cool desert breeze and must try to become the oasis.
Leonard took one more deep breath as the ceremony began.
///Spock///
The ceremony was over and they had been escorted to their tent and
left alone. No one would dare disturb them for the next few days. The
tent was white, both outside and in and very spacious. It had a
table, slightly elevated from the floor, a food storage compartment
in between it and the soft double bed. Next to the bed was a gold
vase with a cap on it, Spock knew that it held scented oil. The
linens on the bed were durable, easy to clean, and there were several
towels stacked nearby. The linens were emerald green, trimmed with
gold. There was an erotic tapestry hanging on the eastern wall that
copied the colors and was embroidered with scenes of Surak and his
husband.
Spock looked at Leonard in his outfit. Looking extremely handsome and
somewhat nervous in the kilt. Leonard had told him that he would wear
it to their Vulcan wedding partly to honor his heritage, and partly
due to the convenience. Spock tentatively reached out with his mind
to caress Leonard's thoughts. Leonard's mind was a deep ocean of need
calling out to him.
Spock walked over to Leonard, placed his hands on either side of the
doctor's mouth and kissed him deeply. Thrusting his tongue inside
that sweet mouth, feeling it's coolness, tasting his beloved. He
stroked lightly down Leonard's throat and body until he came to the
white shirt he was wearing. Then he could no longer control his need,
he ripped the shirt off of Leonard, picked him up and threw him down
onto the soft bed.
The Vulcan tore off his clothes as quickly as possible and joined his
mate who seemed to be trying to remove the kilt. Spock stilled those
long hands, taking both in one hand and restraining them above
Leonard's head. "No, the kilt stays ON!" He gasped, barely
recognizing his voice. Fire blazed through his veins and his mind. He
quickly lifted the cap of the vase, coated his fingers with oil that
smelled vaguely like sandal wood and went to prepare his mate.
Spock saw Leonard sprawled beneath him, positioned exactly as he had
left him. Leonard's hands above his head, legs bent and spread wide,
kilt hiked up erection tenting it, and hunger blazing in those blue
eyes. The Vulcan quickly prepares his mate, stretching him with his
fingers and helping him to relax the muscle. Once sure he would not
harm his human he would enter him.
Gasps and moans filled the tent as Spock pressed his erection to the
prepared entrance. Slowly moving past the muscle, he allowed Leonard
only a short moment to prepare himself, then thrust completely home
in the next moment. He felt Leonard's mind briefly flicker in pain
and regretted causing it. Then felt a soothing coolness sweep through
him as Leonard caressed him.
`Hush, it's okay Spock, love. I'm okay. Need you. Want you. Quench
your fire within me.' Leonard's thoughts trickled through his mind
like a brook.
Flickering embers danced within Spock's mind as he started thrusting.
Rejoicing in the tightness encasing him, the soothing presence of his
mate's mind, and their finally being together. Completely entwined in
mind and body, more than just lovers now. As he thrust over and over
again into his mate, he caressed the glorious body. Hands and fingers
roaming over Leonard's chest, then he grasped the hips, kissed
Leonard hungrily, and moved within his mate. The southerner's scent
was everywhere, his hips rising to meet him, those glorious legs
wrapped around his body, and his hands soothing him.
Trailing constantly over his body, gently caressing over his nipples,
over his shoulders, and around his back. Those surgeon's hands never
still, keeping the fire under control. Making sure it would not
consume them both.
Spock moved to the beat of a distant Vulcan drum, one that was only
beating within his and Leonard's minds. Hips swaying, adjusting his
angle until Leonard's mind showered with joy. Hitting that spot
within his love as often as possible, Spock thrust over and over.
Leonard meeting his movements. Spock reached to wrap his hand around
Leonard's rock hard erection, then stroked it in time to his thrusts.
Reaching out with his mind to hold his love on the edge, needing to
stay there, needing to feel the heat of the fire and taste the cool
sweet water of Leonard's mind as long as possible.
They moved with each other, feeling each other everywhere, and
suddenly the fire blazed out of control, a tidal wave meeting it, the
heat searing them just a moment before the water swamped through
them. Spock felt Leonard constrict around him and come, spraying them
both with his seed. As Spock released himself in his mate, moving
within him a few last times.
As they gasped together, Spock felt himself soften and withdrew from
his mate. Hearing the soft protest. He quickly removed Leonard's
kilt, soothing him as much as possible. Soon a storm seemed to be
gathering in his doctor's eyes. Leonard's thoughts swept through him,
lightning crackled between them as Leonard reached out to him drawing
him underneath him.
Leonard slowly caressed him. Kissing him on his forehead, licking
slowly over his eyebrows, and then going to flicker his tongue over
the point of his right ear. Distant thunder was heard in both of
their minds as the doctor recovered.
Spock lay underneath him rejoicing in the coming storm.
Spock gasped as Leonard's hands traced over his chest. Gently
caressing him one hand reaching to a pulse point while another lay
flat on his chest. Leonard smiled down at him just before kissing him
languidly. Slowly devouring him as flashes of light sparkled behind
Spock's eyes.
Leonard was touching him everywhere, hands and fingers moving slowly
over his chest and abdomen. Thoughts reaching out to wrap him within
Leonard's mine. Souls entwining around each other. Spock soaked in
the cool presence, felt the essence of the doctor's healing presence
as Leonard started to carefully prepare him.
Spock watched as Leonard coated his erection thoroughly and made sure
the fingers on his right hand were slick. Leonard soothed him with
his left hand as a finger from the right circled his anus. Getting so
very close, teasing him with the barely there presence. Their first
coupling had eased his voracious hunger and now he could savor this
time.
One finger slowly pressed inside him, Spock felt it swirling and
going deeper. Joined by another, stretching him in stages. The
thunder of their heartbeats echoing in their ears. Soon Leonard had
three fingers massaging his inner passage. Fingers that had
immediately flicked over his prostate, making lightning dance through
him. He moaned, "Please, Leonard, t'hy'la. Please."
For a moment there was emptiness as Leonard's fingers left him, then
the glorious feel of hardness sliding into him. Slowly, allowing him
to adjust to the presence as the lightning grew closer. Once he was
fully inside, Leonard kissed him deeply; Spock could feel the awe in
Leonard's mind. Could feel as the doctor stroked him with his mind,
cherishing him.
Thunder drew closer, as Leonard started to thrust in him. Each touch
sparking between them, each kiss a flash of light. Leonard moved
within him. Spock could feel him deep inside and wrapped his legs
around his mate's waist. They swayed together, riding the waves that
had picked up with the storm.
Spock growled softly as Leonard licked down his throat leaving love
bites on the side of his neck. Marking him as his own, claiming him.
Spock felt his love change the angle of his thrusting and his back
arched with the glory. Flashes of light, booming of drums, waves of
need, and love connected them. Spock felt Leonard taking a firm hold
of his hips and start to pound within him.
So strong, moving within him. Hitting that spot again as light
flashed and drums boomed at the same time. Sweeping them both away in
a climax that sealed them together. Spock drew out the waves as much
as he could. Moving underneath his love. Then welcomed his Leonard
into his arms. Letting him rest.
They would be able to clean each other now, wash away the residue of
their lovemaking, and change the linens on the bed. Then they might
be able to get in a meal before the hunger built again.
For now Leonard gasped within his arms, catching his breath, and
Spock soaked in the love he felt from his husband. Glad he had found
this man.
"I wonder if later we can just feed each other and then lick each
other clean." Leonard murmured.
"I'm sure that can be arranged." Spock said.
Once Spock had recovered a bit and he and Leonard had eaten, he
brought some sliced fruit and a sweet sauce to the side of the bed.
"So Spock, is that my dessert?" Leonard smirked.
"No it is mine." Spock replied, "yours is various flavors of
chocolate body paint and will wait. I doubt I can control my hunger
for much longer."
Leonard smiled up at him, he definitely did not look upset at having
to wait for dessert. The doctor sprawled on the sheets, face up.
"Turn over, I wish to use the slight hollow of your back as a bowl."
Spock growled his command.
He saw Leonard turn quickly, complying with him. The Vulcan knew the
only reason he had not received an argument was likely due to the
fact Leonard could feel the rising need within Spock's mind. He
placed the mixed fruit piece by piece into the hollow then poured
some of the dip over it and then in thin lines over his love's
shoulder blades, down the spine until he got to the hollow. He then
started lapping at the thick sauce, starting at the shoulder's, with
long, slow strokes of his tongue. Tracing the shoulder blades,
nibbling softly at the edge of the spine. Thoroughly licking at the
back until all he tasted was Leonard. He nibbled at the fruit, taking
his time, savoring it's juices, the sweetness of the fruit combining
with the taste of Leonard's sweat. Holding Leonard's hips firmly as
he did so, making it impossible for the human to thrust. He did not
want any of the fruit to be dislodged.
First a slice of apple, then an orange, then a Vulcan pear, each time
taking a taste of a new fruit, until there was only a sole grape
left. Spock contemplated the one piece of fruit left before he could
move to Leonard's buttocks. Then slowly rolled it with his tongue up
and down the spine, hearing his mate's pleas. He nipped lightly at
Leonard's right cheek to gather some of the sauce that had strayed
there, then finally caught the grape with his mouth and ate it.
He licked Leonard's skin, cleaning it, tasting his mate. He then
proceeded to stretch the entrance again, taking care to do a thorough
job. He then lay so that he and the human were touching chest against
back, his thighs separating Leonard's, then used one hand to guide
his erection. Sudden need swept through him and he took Leonard in
one stoke, fully within that tightness, and started thrusting in
short, hard movements.
/Leonard/
Spock suddenly thrust completely within me, touching me so deep.
Moving within me so fast. He was everywhere, touching me everywhere,
linking our hands together and his thoughts focused solely on me. His
harsh cries in Vulcan, "T'hy'la," and others reaching my ear, echoing
in my mind as "mine, treasure, beautiful, oasis." Again and again he
thrust in me, hitting my prostate. His need trailing fire along all
my nerves, as I met each thrust. Letting his need blow through us.
I was on fire. I was the desert wind. I was the hot sun. And the cold
barren gaze of Vulcan's sister planet. I was the oasis. I was the
endless desert. I was the mountain. I was the valley. I was
everything.
I sent my thoughts to Spock, sharing the glory and the joy. We moved
with each other, him so deep inside. Each moment drawn out, altered
in some way by a Vulcan mind technique so each thrust seemed to move
through eternity and a moment. We were the only two to exist at the
moment. Our movements the only thing that mattered.
I felt Spock's hands bracing my hips as he thrust even harder.
Pounding into me, making me his. He sucked where my neck met my
shoulder on either side, marking me. He bit lightly at the nerve
pinch point and I came becoming a burst of light.
His mind reflected that light back to me, making me feel the glory
again and again. Till I felt him coming inside me and the light faded
to black.
Leonard came to slowly and noticed the chocolate flavored body paint
already laid out by the bed. His love must really be in need of him
if he had set everything up in the few short minutes he had been
asleep. At least he hoped he had only been out a short time, a long
period of unconsciousness could indicate
"Leonard, though it's only been 2.375 minutes, I would like to build
up the desire slowly again. If we can manage to have it so that we
appease the hunger through the slow build up we will be able to
ensure as little damage to our bodies as possible." Spock said.
Leonard snorted softly, translation I don't want to hurt you, it'd
break my heart. "Okay you, get that luscious body lyin' with your
back on the bed pronto, Mister." He teased with his patented, `get a
rise of an eyebrow' tone that always worked when they `debated' on
ship.
"Yes doctor." Spock murmured, in a tone that was slightly sarcastic.
Not enough for Len to call him on it and point out the emotionalism,
but enough to always get a rise from him. Though something entirely
different from an eyebrow would rise.
Once Spock was lying face up on the bed, slight smirk on his face,
Leonard contemplated both his canvas and his choice of paints. Now
should he use the brushes or work with his fingers. Both had their
advantages, the brushes could torment Spock with barely there
caressing or feel like a tongue licking along the body depending on
how strong the pressure. And the fingers, well the advantages to
those were that the doctor would be able to feel that warm, soft skin
that covered those strong muscles. Well it was no contest really;
Leonard knew how he'd begin with this perfect canvas.
He chose a gold colored paint and dipped one finger into it. He drew
a line from Spock's right collarbone to his right nipple, taking care
to add a bit more paint around it and on it. Then did the same with
the left side. Leonard then chose a mint flavored green paint and
drew a Valentine heart over Spock's heart, earning himself a raised
eyebrow. It was too tempting to resist; using a white chocolate paint
he traced the eyebrow and then used the paint to splatter Spock's
abdomen. He then started to lick his husband clean.
Starting at the eyebrows he ran his tongue slowly across the top.
Tasting the white chocolate flavor. He savored the taste licking
again and again above the eyebrows. Leonard then moved to clean the
gold paint from Spock's collarbones and nipples, the gold tasted and
smelled like Café Mocha. So delicious when a bit of Spock was added.
First licking the lines from collarbone to just above the nipple in
turn. Nibbling at the lines and sucking right at the collarbone to
leave hickeys. Getting ever closer to the nipples but not touching
them with either tongue or fingers. Hands holding Spock's body in
place so as to prevent him from thrusting upwards.
Mint, mocha, and white chocolate scents overlay their own, filling
the air. Flirting with his nose. Spock's gasps and moans were like
music, a counterpoint to the beatings of their hearts. Leonard
started to suck on his husband's right nipple, pausing ever now and
then to flick his tongue across it. Causing his Vulcan to writhe in
need underneath him. Then moving to the left to give the same
treatment to that nipple, while pinching and caressing the right with
his hand.
Finally moving to clean the white chocolate splatters and the green
mint heart. Taking his time, savoring the moment, and driving both
himself and Spock wild.
"Please, t'hy'la!" Spock gasped.
Leonard decided to show mercy towards Spock. He hastily coated both
his own and the Vulcan's erection in dark chocolate, he adjusted his
position so they would be in a classic 69. This time he wanted to
please his mate with mouth, tongue and hands alone.
Leonard took the head of Spock's impressive erection in his mouth and
gasped around it as his mate took all of his own need in his mouth in
one move. Leonard focused on the head licking across it and
underneath the top of the head at first. Then sucking lightly on it.
Leonard felt the hot moistness of Spock's mouth around him, felt him
swallowing around him and grew desperate. He took more of his mate's
need in his mouth, slowly advancing and retreating. The slightly
salty taste of pre-come mixing with the chocolate. He cupped the
Vulcan equivalent of balls in his right hand and gently squeezed and
rolled them. Using his other hand to hold onto Spock's hip,
controlling the thrusting so as not to choke.
Oh god, Spock was starting to murmur and do that massaging throat
action. Leonard sped up his efforts in response. Moving his right
hand to slowly insert two fingers into Spock and move unerringly to
the prostate. There was only a hint of chocolate now, though the
scent of it was everywhere. He moved his mouth up and down in time to
Spock's movements on himself. In perfect sync with his mate. The
tension rose in waves, filling his mind and soul. Moving towards
climax with Spock. Doing what he could to hold his own off until they
could come together.
Reaching towards his mate with his mind, achieving a mind link. They
swirled together in a blaze of light and surged towards each other.
Tasting Spock's semen as it flowed into him, knowing that Spock
tasted his own at the same time, Leonard made sure to thoroughly
clean his mate.
Once he had done so Spock gathered him up in those arms of his and
lay him so his head was on a pillow. Spooning up behind him and
wrapping those arms around him, they fell asleep.
The next morning when they awoke the savage need of Pon Farr was
over. Thankfully any time Leonard felt desire and wanted to act on it
Spock would be able to feel desire as well. Though Pon Farr would
increase the need, it was not the only time Vulcans could indulge. To
end their time in seclusion they now needed to participate in a `mind
dance'. Celebrating their union, rejoicing in the fact that they had
been in the fire and survived.
Spock turned to him with two fingers raised in the traditional
greeting of a husband towards his mate. Leonard touched his own
fingers to them and suddenly was wrapped within Spock's thoughts. He
saw in his mind Spock dressed in a traditional Vulcan robe. Saw
through Spock's eyes for a moment, he was dressed in charcoal grey
pants, blue silk shirt, and a gold light that had the feeling of awe,
joy, and love. As if he, Leonard, were the most precious thing in the
universe.
~ Spock stood within the mind plain, one hand extended towards his
husband. Leonard took the hand and they heard far off music. Vulcan
harp, Dixieland Jazz, and the echoes of their souls. Stepping forward
in time to the music, once, twice and then circling around each
other. Ending up so Leonard was facing Spock.
Touching only at the hand they started a waltz like movement. Moving
with each other, gazing deeply in the others eyes. Changing the grip
of their hands so Leonard's right palm touched Spock's left, fingers
twining together. Their bond glowing around them, swirling colors
around them. As if bands of thread weaving them together.
Their hearts sounding like drumbeats, they started a tango. Moving
quickly with each other, minds stepping nimbly around each other.
Hips swaying in time, brushing their bodies together, their
commitment to each other singing along their bond. They danced moving
within their minds.
A crescendo reached their ears as they twirled together. The sound
swept through them, lifting them up. Tying their souls together so
they would always be a part of each other for the rest of their
lives. Their souls welded together, making them one. They slowly
separated from each other, the music faded, and they stepped out of
the dance. ~
Leonard blinked and saw he was sitting across from Spock fingers
still touching each other. "That was amazing," he whispered, "I'm
glad we're one now."
"We will always be able to communicate telepathically now. We will
remain separate in personality, however." Spock explained. "We will
be connected until death separates us."
"Sounds good to me. So do we go back to your parents' now?" Leonard
asked.
"First we take a sonic shower and dress. I doubt my parents would
appreciate us showing up naked." Spock teased.]]> |
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