ugh my gosh it's been awhile im so sorry. my classes kill me this semester haha anyway have some spones aayyeeee
and spok is the only one from the mirror episode
yupyup so here yaaa
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not a sex slave.
"Kirk to Sick Bay. Kirk to Sick Bay."
"Bones, here, caption.."
"Mr. Spok requests that you see him, immediately. He needs your help."
"You know, I'm not the only doctor aboard."
"But you are the only one that can even remotely help a Vulcan. You're the best of the best. Now go see him – I don't need to tell you that that's an order."
"Jim, I-"
"An order, doctor McCoy."
"Yes…sir."
"You need to learn to be around Mr. Spok. He's essential to this crew and you will always have to work with him, now do your job."
"But-"
"Now! Kirk out."
Before the doctor could say anything back he was left with silence. If only there was a way to get out of this but there wasn't. There is never a way out of these situations. Doomed beyond all being, McCoy made his way down the halls to the one quarter that he would trade anyone else with - even that new younger security guard that always hits on him. The Doctor wasn't one to think so highly of himself but this guy was really persistent in his ways. At first he didn't really believe it but as time went by he began to think that it was possible.
Totally defeated, McCoy approached the one door that he didn't want to knock on. He'd rather be in a 12-hour surgery session than this. Anything was better than this.
His hand lifted like it has before and pushed the button for access.
"Come in."
That low, musky voice almost sent a shiver down his spine- almost.
As the door opened he stepped in and stopped against a nearby wall. Of course he knew what was going to happen next and he wanted to prolong it as long as possible.
"I thought I said to come in."
"I am in. What do you need me for?'" It was always something stupid. He kept his eyes to the floor, weary of the movements that he could hear in the dimed room. McCoy jumped, startled, when he saw a looming figure in front of him and a hand hit against the wall behind him.
"Doctor McCoy, I always need you."
The other man gulped and clenched his fist. He could feel Spock raise his hand and grip his chin. He tried to keep his head down, to avoid eye contact but of course, the Vulcan was much stronger than he was. Eventually his face was pushed up and his soft blue eyes were met with the Vulcan's deep and demanding brown eyes.
Spock leaned forward and brushed his face against the other man's, having his lips hover near the Doctor's ear. It earned him a sharper intake of breath, as it usually did. "Fascinating."
McCoy did nothing but stand there as he shut his eyes tightly. He could feel the Vulcan's long fingers run through his brunette hair. He remembers Spok saying something about how soft he thought it was. McCoy never really paid attention to himself – it was his job to pay attention to other people. He actually thought that Spok's hair was much softer than his, even though by looking at it how stiff it may seem. He heard the taller man make a small noise that escaped his mouth and he realized that one of his hands was playing with Spok's hair - more around the bangs than anything else. He quickly stopped himself and placed his hand back to his side in a clenched fist.
Spok stood straight in front of the Doctor. "Why did you stop?"
"I didn't even mean to start." It sounded like he was embarrassed. Dammit.
Spok seemed to find the doctor's answer amusing because he was starting to get really into it now. And there was no stopping him. At least that is what McCoy likes to think. Of course the Vulcan was stronger than him but he never used force that was unnecessary and he never hurt the doctor. He was starting to realize if he just let taller man do as he pleases. Was this something he wanted? Of course he would ask the Vulcan to stop but, was it really convincing? Apparently not since this was something that has been happening for a while now. He gulped and thought about how scary that was. He lets this guy touch him all over and do as he pleases.
Soon enough, the doctor was laying down on the floor with a lean figure looming over him. "W-Wait! Why are we on the floor?"
"Don't you remember?" The Vulcan pulled off his shirt and the doctor watched him in awe. His physic was incredible, and seeing his limbs and muscles moved always seemed to turn the doctor on. "This was the same as our first time…"
"O-Okay you don't need to remind me!" The shorter man turned his head away.
"When I pinned you down and-"
"Enough!" McCoy covered the other's mouth with his hand. "I remember well enough." He could feel hands roam over his bare chest. When did his shirt come off?
"Is that because it was so wonderful for you?"
"As if – Ah!" He hated it when the other started to play with him this way. Play with his emotions, his sensitivity, his thought process. Nothing was safe with this other man. Everything is revealed and everything is touched by him. Not that a mind meld has happened between then – thank god – but it's almost just as bad.
Just like normal the time seems to go faster than normal and he's been lying there getting this treatment. Having his chest being sucked and licked on. Nothing that should be happening to him at all. Soon the doctor's tightly shut eyes opened form the loss of the other's touch.
"We should stop here for today."
"E-Eh?" McCoy was at such a loss for words. He awkwardly put on his own shirt. "Are…you sure?"
Already back to his pristine self, the Vulcan flashed a smile. "You've helped me greatly, doctor, thank you." And in one swift and graceful movement he was out of the room.
McCoy just sat there. "Dammit Spok, I'm a doctor, not a sex slave!"
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tbc
