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The Heart in Interphase	By : codysaoyrn Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 4167 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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By the time Spock returned, a large black bag slung over one shoulder and various leather straps in the opposite hand, Kirk appeared to be asleep. So asleep, in fact, that he was acting out his dreams much like a dog would, twitching his still-bound hands and tossing his head.
Carefully, so as to not wake Kirk, Spock set down the bag and laid a hand on his captain's face to establish a full mind meld. The meld, as opposed to the telepathic scans for which only slight contact was needed, would create a deep enough connection for Spock to effectively sit in on Kirk's dream.
But, Spock soon discovered, Kirk wasn't dreaming. Rather, he was fantasizing�and it was a far more vivid fantasy than Spock had anticipated, thanks to McCoy's serum.
The setting, observed the science officer, was a bright white expanse of a bedroom, nondescript beyond its basic elements of a door, bed, wall mirror, small table, and carpet. There did not seem to be anybody using it regularly; it was a simple backdrop to what was currently taking place on the massive bed in the center of the room.
Three people were tangled together, their bodies heaving, pushing and shoving against each other�but they weren't fighting. No, quite the opposite. Moving closer, Spock saw, with only some surprise, that the people were McCoy, Sulu, and the captain himself. Sulu was an interesting addition, he allowed, but�for the moment, at least�less interesting than the fact of everybody's total nudity.
Does he not know about the necessity of protection? In his observations, Spock had not seen any sign of the standard Federation-issue prophylactics. No aerosol-rubber can on the bedside table, no gel packets, nothing. However, this is a fantasy, so one must make allowances, Spock mused, returning his attention to the action.
McCoy was sandwiched between the two, clutching the thick duvet in his fists as he pressed his face into the large, squashy pillows. There were red spots on his back and rear where Kirk had smacked and bit him�and Kirk was making another mark right now, face buried deep in the hollow of McCoy's neck, as he jackhammered his unrealistically thick cock into the doctor's ass.
Due to his angle, Spock could not see whether everybody's dicks had been equally artificially enhanced by the captain's imagination, but when Sulu shifted beneath McCoy, it was clear from the older man's reaction that whatever their sizes, they were sufficient. The sinuous way McCoy arched back against Kirk revealed Sulu's hands wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking it in time to Kirk's thrusts. Sulu's own member could be heard slapping against McCoy's belly with every roll of their bodies, and McCoy groaned at the sound (not to mention the captain's large dick in his ass), his soft hair now dark and plastered to his sweaty brow.
The doctor was the centerpiece of this fantasy, Spock surmised, as the man's most attractive features were highlighted more and more with each passing moment. Those big blue eyes, for instance, shone brilliantly as that craggy face, usually so serious, was transformed by lust. The only thing that could affect McCoy's crooked grin was a particularly fierce movement on Kirk's part, and even that didn't kill the fantasy; McCoy would mutter some curses in that soft accent of his, or let out a moan so low that the hair on Spock's arms wasn't the only thing raised.
Just as Spock was about to move in closer, Sulu stiffened and, hands painfully tight on McCoy's hips, ejaculated loudly�and messily, judging from the white fluid that soon began seeping out from between the two men's bodies. McCoy paid no notice to this, though, as he snapped his eyes shut tight. Intent on allowing Kirk to enter as deeply as possible, he held a now sleepy Sulu close, without any regard for the cum he was smearing everywhere, and spread his legs wide, angling his hips just so.
Spock took a sharp breath at the same time Kirk did, the rush of cold air into his lungs intensifying his focus. Flexing his hands even while he tried to keep them steady at his sides, he prepared to strengthen the mind link and suggest that Kirk include him somehow in this scenario. Before he could act, however, the door to the room was flung open, and when Spock whipped his head around at the retort of door against wall he saw�there was nobody there. Sensing that it would be best if he made his exit now, he willed himself to loosen his hold on Kirk's face and watched the debauched image of McCoy disappear as the sickbay walls returned.
Now that he could see with his own eyes once more, Spock looked around to do a re-inventory of the situation. The only significant change since he had left the room lay in McCoy's position; the doctor had moved from Kirk's bedside to rest on the adjacent biobed, toying with his body hair as though in a trance�which, upon closer examination, was the case. After confirming his suspicions by checking the hypo McCoy had used, Spock quirked an eyebrow at the nonresponsive man. Somewhere between his inexperience with the alien substance and his eagerness to keep up with his more youthful crewmates, McCoy had overdosed on the aphrodisiac. Nevertheless, there seemed to be no ill effects, so Spock let him be for the moment.
It was the captain who required his attention now. Kirk's breathing was still shallow, thanks to the bands tight across his chest, but regular, implying some degree of comfort. This, Spock decided, was not ideal.
Spock reached out, brushing Kirk's dick with his fingers as he did so, and pulled hard on the topmost belt. The sudden near-suffocation jerked Kirk out of his fantasy, coughing and spluttering as he woke to the sight of a stony-faced Spock before him. The Vulcan's face was especially expressionless, the purposeful lack of emotion hinting at the sheer turmoil just below the surface.
"It is good to see you awake again, Captain," Spock said casually. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself�" And here he allowed the corners of his mouth to turn up a fraction of a centimeter at Kirk's angry blush. "But that was not my intention. As you still have not indicated whether you recall the specifics of what happened, I must continue with my present course of action, albeit with some...modifications."
As Spock set the large black bag on the bed, Kirk tensed in anticipation of�what, he didn't know. To confuse things even further, Spock untied his ankles and allowed him to relax his legs, wedging the bag between them to keep them spread.
Feeling that the dynamic had changed somehow, Kirk risked speaking up.
"Spock, do you think that maybe you could�"
This turned out to be a poor decision. Whatever tenderness had begun to appear in Spock's eyes was immediately extinguished and the bag opened, with its mysterious (and dangerous) contents displayed as a response.
"You will not ask, command, or even suggest that I do anything. Is that understood, sir?" His voice was flat even as he drew out a large teardrop-shaped object, as dark as his eyes, and placed it threateningly against Kirk's still-exposed entrance. When no reply was forthcoming, Spock nudged the bag to the floor and climbed onto the bed, all while holding the�plug, Kirk decided to call it�in place.
"I said, is that understood...sir?"
But still the captain in Kirk refused to answer.
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