((Originally written for Spiced Peaches XXXIX.

Warning: non-con or dubious consent

itle is the name of a song by ASP and all four chpater names are either lines or fractions of lines from that song, as are the couples of lines at their beginning.

This one was betaed by Janet :) ))


Imbecile Anthem

Part 1: Hard and Suddenly

I didn't fall in love, it was love that fell on me
It just happened, you just happened hard and suddenly

The guard's grip on Leonard's arm was so hard there was no doubt he'd be bruised after this. He held his head up high in defiance, still completely confused about what the hell was going on to begin with. 'You'll heal him. No matter what it takes.' The Captain's voice was sharp and full of anger. It always was. They had reached the door to Spock's quarters, and Leonard was suddenly scared. The Vulcan had been increasingly violent over the past two weeks, had demanded that he be brought to his home planet, and had, of course, been denied. Leonard had no idea what was wrong with the man or what to do for him. 'It seems he needs to have sex. You're the doctor, you provide the cure.' Leonard gaped open-mouthed at the man he had once thought he knew.

'I should do what?' he rasped. 'Jim, we were friends once! You can't be …' He collided with the wall. It wasn't the guard who had shoved him, though. Kirk's right hand was holding his chin, pushing it up until he thought his jaw must break.

'I'm your Captain, McCoy. You'd do well to remember that.' The Captain loosened his grip only to slam his skull into the solid wall again. Leonard groaned, unable to stop himself. 'Do you hear me?' He tried to swallow, but he couldn't. He also couldn't nod.

'Yes. I … Sorry. I'll do what I can for him.' The words were barely audible, black spots were starting to dance before his eyes.

'Do more than that.' Finally, Kirk let him go. Leonard picked himself up, gasping for air. He knew that he'd have more bruises on his neck, but then again, Spock might very well kill him. 'In. Now.' Somehow, it even felt safer inside a crazed Vulcan's den than here. Perhaps being killed wouldn't be so bad.

The temperature was so high it was almost intolerable, the lights down to perhaps five percent. Leonard couldn't see much. Spock could be just to his side and attack him any moment. His heart racing, Leonard stood with his back against the door. 'Spock?' he choked out at last. 'Spock, are you there?'

'Come here.' The voice was calm, dreadfully calm.

'I can't see you.'

'Lights to 25%.' Leonard wished they would go out again. The alien sat naked on his bed with his legs spread wide, displaying a huge, painfully green erection.

'Oh God,' Leonard managed. 'What … do you need? Do you know how I can … help you?'

'I need to fuck. And you are here.' The Vulcan stood and was there, right there so fast Leonard couldn't even think of a reply. He could smell him, caught between the man and the wall, could feel the hard member pressing into his stomach. Strong hands gripped him and all but ripped his trousers as he pulled them down without bothering to open them first.

'Wait,' he managed. 'God, Spock, wait.' With superhuman strength Spock pushed him to the floor and settled between his legs. Panic rose in Leonard's gut, but he managed not to struggle. 'Just one moment, wait! Don't do this, I'll help you, but please, please don't rape me.' The violent grip holding him down loosened, and with an effort the Vulcan retreated. Leonard sat up and looked at the being that had transformed into a predator.

'You wish this?'

'No. But I'll cooperate. Let me prepare myself, I only need a few minutes. This … this'll help you?'

'Yes.'

'Will you tell me why?'

'Not now. Hurry or I will take you right here.' Leonard raised his hands.

'Whoa. Can I go to the bathroom? I'd like a bit of privacy.'

'No. Do it here.' Leonard nodded and walked over to the bed, feeling rather shaky. He left his trousers where he'd been.

'Do you have any sort of personal lubricant?' The raised eyebrow was answer enough. 'I'll just use the food synthesiser for a moment.' Olive oil would have to do. Not ideal, but there was worse. No lubricant, for example. 'You … could you please not watch me?'

'No. I will do it.' Leonard's eyes went wide.

'As you wish. But be thorough. I haven't done this in a while.' Spock took the small jar with the oil from him and sat on the bed beside him.

'I have no wish to hurt you. Tell me if I do.'

'Just … be gentle and I'll be fine. I might like it, even.' All he had to do was not think why exactly he was here in the first place and that this was the same alien that had nearly broken Christine's neck when she had offered willingly what Leonard had been forced to offer. A long digit started probing him, and Leonard struggled to relax against the intrusion. Hell, he had enjoyed this before. But now he just couldn't.

It felt like an eternity before some of the discomfort left him. There was no pain, but he couldn't get into it, either. 'You do not appear to enjoy it, Doctor.' Leonard let out a snort.

'Spock, I was dragged here by my arm and bodily thrown inside. I … also don't know what you'll do to me afterwards.' Spock looked up at him.

'Nothing. I will let you go.' There was a short pause. 'You do not believe me.'

'I'm no fool. I'm a danger to you. I know that your control isn't what it's cracked up to be. I'd kill me, if I were you.'

'You will speak of this?'

'No. Do you believe me? Didn't think so.'

'In fact, I do.' Startled, Leonard stared at Spock. 'I will not harm you. I promise you that.' Spock returned to its task. 'I do not destroy a man for preserving my life. Ah, you are relaxing.' Indeed, he was. He must be insane, but he started to trust the Vulcan. For now. 'Perhaps if I …' When Spock started stimulating his prostate, Leonard was completely unprepared. He hissed at the touch, and Spock broke the contact almost hastily.

'That … you didn't hurt me. Can you do that again?'

'Human sounds of pleasure seem curiously similar to those of pain.' Another nudge, a little more firmly.

'God … Yes. I'll give you that.' When Leonard felt himself responding he thought he must be in some sort of delirium. 'You can … you know. I'm ready.'

'Very well.' Spock withdrew and Leonard turned around. A second later, Spock was losing himself in the ancient, brutal rhythm of selfish lust, and Leonard groaned with the sudden pain.

'Slow down … Ah, Spock, that hurts.' But the Vulcan was too far gone. Incomprehensible words burst from his mouth and he held Leonard in place while he moved steadily. Leonard's erection was gone, all he felt was the searing agony. He didn't even want to know what this would have done to him if Spock had just taken him by the door. Even now, he would be bleeding. He might have sustained some severe damage without the preparation.

It stopped sooner than he had dared to hope. The Vulcan sagged beside him, and Leonard fell forwards, breathing deeply, trying to will the pain away. 'Was that it?' he managed at last. 'Is it over?'

'Yes. You may leave.' Nodding, Leonard gathered his dignity and his clothes and covered himself. 'I damaged you,' Spock said, looking at a bloody stain on his bed.

'Yeah. But not as much as you could have. So, what's the danger of this … happening again?'

'Not in your lifetime.'

'When? And why?'

'Every seven years. You will not survive that long. The Captain or I will have to dispose of you eventually. Your lack of trustworthiness and mental stability outweigh your worth.' He hadn't expected anything nice. No way was he disappointed. None at all.

'Of course,' he said. 'And why?' Spock's gaze was level when he looked at Leonard.

'My nature demands that I copulate every seven years. Leave. Speak to no-one about this or you will die sooner still.'

Ϡ

When the call came from Spock's quarters, Leonard was more than a little surprised. The Vulcan's face was impassive, but even over the screen, Spock wasn't quite meeting his eyes. 'I require your assistance.' Leonard decided to cling to the hope that this didn't mean what he thought it meant.

'With an experiment?'

'Not exactly. It seems that the fever was not entirely assuaged.' Leonard closed his eyes and swallowed. 'I will not inform the Captain. My control is better after your help.'

'Well, then, leave me alone.'

'Very well.'

'Wait. Will you just hurt or will you die?' Spock merely pursed his lips. 'Give me a minute. I'll prepare myself here and come over.'

This time, Spock's quarters were lit and the Vulcan was wearing a robe. Leonard walked over to him, wary and unsure why he had even come. Probably because the call to sickbay must be in the computer log and Kirk would have him killed when he found out that Spock had died because McCoy had refused to help him.

'As I informed you then, I noticed blood on my sheets last time. I was unaware that human males are so fragile and believed preparation would prevent bleeding.' Leonard snorted.

'Well, if I hadn't been prepared, I'd have been damaged a lot more. And I'll bleed again unless you go more slowly.'

'Take off your clothes.' Leonard did, feeling horribly vulnerable and exposed. Spock slipped out of his robe, naked underneath it and fully aroused. He appraised Leonard with a hungry look. 'You have more muscles than is evident under your uniform.' A much-too-warm hand brushed over his chest, down to cup his genitals. The Vulcan's core temperature was supposed to be lower than a humans by about four degrees Celsius. He must indeed feel like he was burning. 'The last time I could not appreciate your physical appeal. I can now. Lie on the bed.' Trying to relax, Leonard obeyed and waited for the imminent pain.

It never came. There was no violent invasion. Leonard wouldn't even call the encounter rough. Quite the contrary. Spock was very careful not to hurt him this time, and Leonard had to admit that he enjoyed it. 'Is it over?' he asked again when they both lay spent on the bed. Spock looked at him with a strange expression.

'I am uncertain. I will let you know.'

Ϡ

Spock called him twice more. After the last time, he told him that he did no longer need assistance. Leonard was profoundly relieved. The Vulcan was an enigma and a very dangerous man, and it was safest to stay as far from him as was at all possible. A small voice inside Leonard, however, regretted that they had not met under different circumstances.