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The Heart in Interphase	By : codysaoyrn Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 4169 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I think Scotty had the right idea back there, but I'd go a step further. What the devil do you think you're doing, Spock?!" McCoy said loudly, taking advantage of the fact that Kirk, lying on one of the biobeds nearby, was in a sleep so deep that it verged on a coma.
Spock shrugged. "I have not done anything, Doctor. It is the captain who has decided that I have somehow�" He stopped abruptly, and McCoy looked up from checking on Kirk to see recognition appear in Spock's eyes.
"What is it, Spock?"
"It may be that I shall not have to tell him anything after all."
"You mean�" McCoy stared at Kirk as his thoughts went back to their conversation of the night before. "He's starting to remember what happened?"
"It certainly seems that way," Spock said slowly, thinking out loud. "But not completely. When I look in his mind, there seem to be only fragments, which accounts for his strange treatment of me. He does not fully understand what his mind is trying to piece together; he needs more time."
Sighing, McCoy pulled a chair alongside Kirk's bed and sat down, leaning back as though he were exhausted already. "But he doesn't have time, Spock. He's Captain of the Enterprise; he needs to be back in command soon or we'll get in trouble with Starfleet."
"True enough, sir." Spock walked over to the empty bed next to Kirk's, and after a nod from McCoy, lifted himself up and took a seat facing the doctor. "Perhaps now you would agree to helping the process along?"
"Oh, no no no. If you're talking about what I think you're talking about, I'll have no part of it." McCoy crossed his arms and looked away, but the pose had the effect of making his resistance look even more forced than it already was.
"Dr. McCoy, I do not have the slightest idea what you mean," said Spock, arching an eyebrow. "I was merely suggesting a candid discussion with the captain, but it appears that you have something else in mind."
McCoy quickly crossed his legs and put his hands in his lap, wishing that his uniform's trousers had pockets. He said something under his breath, but he forgot (as he often did) that Spock could hear even that.
"Indeed, having sex with him would in all probability be equally effective, if not more so. However, if you recall, I am constrained by my Vulcan parentage," he waved his hands, "And the pon farr cycle. It has not yet been seven years�if you remember, the last time was just before the parasite's attack, roughly two years ago�and the only benefit I get from my Human parentage, in that area, has been the capacity to gradually cast off the shame associated with even discussing pon farr."
"But I've heard tales�" McCoy frowned. He gestured at himself, knowing that Spock was intelligent enough to finish the sentence for himself.
"Of sexual contact outside of pon farr?" Spock smirked, but only barely. "It has happened from time to time, and not always with full consent. But I believe you are making a request, sir," he practically purred this last part as he carefully got up and walked over to McCoy, "Which it would certainly be within my abilities to fulfill."
After briefly checking to make sure that Kirk would not be waking any time soon, McCoy relaxed and settled back in his chair, uncrossing his legs to allow Spock full access to his now-raging erection. Self-consciously adjusting his increasingly tight trousers, he watched with half-lidded eyes as Spock knelt between his spread knees.
Though the Vulcan felt no sexual response to McCoy's obvious arousal, he couldn't help but be interested in the way the man's breath hitched when he brushed his hands across the inner thighs. And when Spock finally grasped McCoy's dick through the thin black trouser fabric, well, he couldn't help but be a little flattered by McCoy arching into his touch like a hormone-filled teenager.
The doctor hissed. "You tease," he said. "I swear, even after all this time you still take pleasure in�ah!�tormenting me."
"I assure you, sir," said Spock, his expression unchanged even as he slowly pulled down McCoy's waistband, "That I do not have such Human emotions. If you will lift yourself up for a moment?" After McCoy had obliged so Spock could deftly remove the trousers, he continued. "However, I will admit that the part of me that is not Vulcan derives a certain...gratification, as it were, from being able to make you react so...strongly." His voice deepened with each word until the last was just a rumble, the vibrations shivering from his hands into McCoy and sending a frisson throughout the doctor's body.
Before McCoy could plead further, Spock yanked down his underwear. When the man's cock sprang free, fierce red and begging for release as silently as its owner was loudly, Spock opened that wide mouth of his, broad lower lip spreading invitingly, and took more than half inside with one motion.
McCoy gasped, suddenly unable to form words, and bucked into Spock's �hot wet mouth. Spock coughed, but recovered quickly and moved his hands up to McCoy's hips to hold him down as he began sucking dick like a near-professional.
The slick intensity and not-quite-polish of Spock's technique was quickly bringing McCoy to the brink, and he found himself flailing around with his hands, looking for something to grab hold of before he shot off and never came back down. One eager hand found purchase in Spock's hair, tousling that dark head and lending to the general air of debauchery, and the other�after scrabbling around on the bed next to him�ended up holding onto Kirk's limp right, fingers curled tight against his captain's palm.
Spock took his time, licking burning rings around McCoy's dick with his cat's tongue and moving one still-firm hand up to toy with McCoy's left nipple, tweaking it until it was almost bursting through the tight blue fabric.
Panting heavily now, McCoy was writhing uncontrollably beneath Spock's touch, his grip on Kirk's hand intense enough that Kirk whimpered a bit in his drug-trance and turned his head this way and that.
Finally, Spock released McCoy's now-painfully sensitive nipple and reached for his balls, massaging them rhythmically as he began speeding up, swallowing more and more dick each time he went down. As his dick went deeper and deeper into Spock's mouth and throat, McCoy's groans got louder and louder until Spock managed to take the whole thing in with one breath�then there was just silence, broken only by a faint whisper of bliss as McCoy came, back arched, hands and eyes clenched tight, his cum spilling down Spock's hot throat.
After a few gulps, Spock let McCoy's dick slide out of his mouth with a wet pop and stood, wiping the corners of his mouth as he did so. Looking at him, one would hardly be able to guess what had just transpired; the only signs of anything unusual were his mussed hair (which he now set about smoothing with only slightly sticky fingers) and his somewhat swollen lips, still glossy with spit.
The doctor, however, needed a couple of moments to recover. He sat there limp in the chair, eyes still closed and cock hanging out of his pants, as his breathing returned to normal and the blood returned to his brain�and heart. When McCoy felt as close to normal as he had in the past twenty-four hours, his first instinct, upon seeing Spock standing before him, was to reach out and grope for the Vulcan's dick, to somehow return the favor.
Spock's eyebrow inscribed a familiar arc, but the hand fumbling at the crotch of his trousers elicited no other response. "I appreciate the gesture, Doctor," he said gently, "But I'm afraid that would be of no use, as we have already discussed."
Feeling rebuked, though he knew that that was not Spock's intention, McCoy withdrew his hand and pulled up his pants. He pushed back the chair, rose to his (rather shaky) feet, and turned away�ostensibly to check on Kirk's vital signs, but both of them knew better. Spock exhaled, the sound somehow carrying more weight at that moment that all of outer space had ever held, and grasped McCoy's shoulder. Despite himself, McCoy relaxed into the touch.
"Perhaps you could help me another way."
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