Warning, yet again: SLASH!

A/N: In this scenario, Spock never went to Gol. Sequel to I am Your Destiny, I'm Your Cure but can stand alone. Takes place well past TMP. Title's so obvious I won't even get started. And there are more R.E.M. references in there. I'll list them at the very end, but I might overlook one while proofreading.

Originally published in Spiced Peaches XXXVIII.

And again, I like feedback!

Leonard awoke to a hand running down his side. He didn't move, unwilling to interrupt the unguarded act. The hand was now on his hip, then his buttock, the touch infinitely light and gentle. His sex was filling with blood, but he didn't let the other know he was awake. He wanted to enjoy this. When the journeying hand settled on the crack between his cheeks and a finger started to fondle his perineum, he had to struggle not to move and to keep his breath even. For a moment, the hand withdrew and Leonard felt its absence keenly. When the fingers returned, they were wet, settling on his entrance, probing so very gently, sliding in and out of him with practically no resistance.

'I know you are awake,' Spock whispered while his fingers nudged that sweet spot inside him. Leonard smiled and shifted, giving the Vulcan better access.

'Good,' he replied. 'Carry on.' The fingers slipped from him and were replaced with something larger that rested against his entrance. The very thought elicited a moan from Leonard. 'Come on, Spock. Make love to me.'

'Not yet,' Spock told him. Both arms enveloped him and Spock's erection slipped between Leonard's thighs, poking into his testicles. 'I want to remind you of something, my beloved.' Spock's hands turned him around so they were face to face. Love shone from the Vulcan's eyes with no restraint or discipline trying to hide it. When their lips met, it was sweet and warm, a touch of pure tenderness. 'I love you, Len.' The words were whispered against his lips, barely audible. 'A year ago, we made an agreement. That if we stay together until now and all is well, we shall bond.' Leonard swallowed. The phrasing alone sounded sterile, but the delivery was everything but. He remembered that conversation and the evening before it vividly. They had almost fallen apart. Almost.

'You feel secure enough?' The answer was a curt nod.

'I do. But I need your permission. I shall not hold it against you if this is something you do not wish. This kind of connection is very deep and for a human it might feel like an intrusion.'

'So you've told me,' Leonard said. One of his hands was on the back of Spock's neck, caressing him just with his fingertips, their legs were intertwined and their groins pressed close. 'I thought about this a lot. I have to admit I feared it first, but now … I want this so much. All of you, Spock, all you are, all you have to give. And I … well, I did some research. Don't you need a bond during … you know. Then.' Leonard received a Vulcan smile for that. There was nothing more stunning. 'God, you're beautiful when you look at me that way.' Another featherlight brush of Vulcan lips against his.

'I need it if you wish to be there for me then. I am, however, aware, that the thought may be disconcerting for you.'

'You don't scare me,' Leonard said gently. 'I don't assume you'd attack me if I'm there and willing.'

'No. But if I know in time that I will not have a bondmate, I can receive help on Vulcan.'

'Help?'

'Priestesses.'

'Oh, no. No way.' Leonard kissed him, passionately this time, perhaps even a little possessively. Judging from the amused expression when he pulled away, it had seemed that way to Spock.

'Indeed I would prefer to be with you. Very much. I could survive with them, but with you it can be beautiful. Not so much the fulfilment of a biological need as an offering of my absolute devotion.' Leonard cupped Spock's cheek.

'I'd like that,' he said sincerely. 'Spock, I really want this. I know it's for life. I know that I can't ever touch anyone else. But I want only you. I love you madly. You do believe me, don't you?' Again, Spock nodded. 'Can you do it now?'

'I had hoped that you would find that agreeable.' Instead of an answer, Leonard grabbed Spock's hand and placed it on his face. The beautiful long fingers parted and settled on the meld points. Spock entered his mind with the same caution he used for his body, probing, letting him adjust, prepared to give him all the time of the world to do so.

They had melded before in the line of duty, but never like this. When Spock had used this technique, there had been a barrier that protected both their privacies. Now there was no such thing. And yet, the Vulcan's presence wasn't searching, it was just there. Tendrils of another being interwove with him, creating a link.

Actually, it didn't seem like a link. Much more like an alloy, both of them merging so completely they became quite literally one. When Spock removed his hand, an echo of that sensation remained with Leonard. He had no idea how long they had been joined like this. All he knew was that his state of arousal had increased to the point of being almost painful. 'It is done,' the Vulcan told him. 'Over time, this link will deepen, making it possible to communicate without touch.'

'Is that what they did with you and T'Pring?'

'In essence, yes. Although that link was weaker because it was never used.'

'How could she reject you? I'm glad, mind you, but … how?'

'Perhaps she sensed that I did not want her. That I love another.' Leonard reached down between them and took Spock's hard member into his hand, stroking him lightly.

'Spock … need you. C'mon, stick it in. Do me.' The Vulcan's eyes closed in acknowledgement and he turned Leonard back around. Placing one arm under him and adjusting their position with the other, he held him close, Spock's chest to his back. Carefully, he pushed into him, his sex slippery with the viscous fluid Vulcan males produced and exuded through the skin on the glans and, to a lesser extent, the shaft. Leonard pushed back, wanting nothing more than to feel his mate. Slowly, they moved together, the room filled with deep breaths and the wet sounds of their lovemaking. Before he'd been with Spock, Leonard had never felt that word could be so accurate. This was not about hormones but closeness, true, absolute intimacy. Leonard reached back behind him and threaded his fingers into Spock's hair. A strong hand wrapped around his sex, stroking him in time with the wonderful movement in and out of his body. When they made love like this, the sensations were almost overwhelming. Not even a piece of paper would have fit between them, with Spock holding him tightly against his chest, the Vulcan's nose pressed against his neck, warm breath whispering over his skin. With each deep thrust Leonard felt the Vulcan's testicles pressing against his own, with each upwards motion of the cool hand on his erection a slight twist at the head. Leonard's body wanted to push against the Vulcan at least twice as fast, but he didn't, let himself be loved thoroughly and slowly.

With a barely suppressed groan, Spock pulled out of him and sat up. Leonard felt himself being pulled up into his lap by the much stronger man. He lowered himself onto Spock's hard sex, wrapping his arms around his frame and burying his face in his neck. 'I love this, you know: this position,' he whispered into a pointed ear.

'Yes.' Spock's hands were on his buttocks, kneading gently. 'Len … there is a residual risk in this link. I could get carried away and accidentally injure you.'

'You won't hurt me,' Leonard told his Vulcan, pressing their foreheads together. 'You could crush me with your bare hands, but you never so much as bruised me. Not in anger or in love. You're not gonna strangle me now if you haven't so far, and God knows I gave you reasons.' Spock's hands went to the back of his neck.

'I could more easily stop my heartbeat,' the Vulcan said. Leonard offered a dazzling smile.

'What are you worrying about then?' He kissed Spock to stop him from answering. Vulcans might be able to have sex and sophisticated conversation at the same time, but he certainly couldn't bring himself to keep track. All he could do was feel the thick organ filling him, his own erection trapped between them, pliable lips against his, a tongue exploring, his lips being sucked on, hands roaming until they settled on his hips again, firmly, to halt his motions.

Spock let himself fall backwards. He was breathing hard, his control in tatters. Leonard squeezed with his muscles and the Vulcan moaned in answer, twitching inside him. Holding Leonard above him, he started thrusting into him faster. His eyes fixed on Leonard's groin, and after a short time, Spock's movements slowed. He pulled at Leonard's hips, manoeuvring them closer to his face to eye him with a scientist's interest. If it wasn't for the swollen, slightly open lips the Vulcan might be looking into a microscope, staring at some curious single-cell organism. 'What the hell are you doing?' Leonard asked huskily. He wasn't certain if he was feeling quite comfortable with that kind of stare.

'I have always found your copious production of fluid before ejaculation fascinating.' A hand closed around Leonard's shaft, tugging once, twice. A bead of thick, clear fluid dribbled down, landing on Spock's lower lip and gathering in the small hollow beneath it. Leonard tried not to stare just as badly as his mate when Spock didn't show the slightest inclination to remove the drop.

'What's so fascinating about Cowper's fluid?' he asked instead, hardly recognising his own voice.

'Vulcans do not produce it.' Leonard was torn between amusement and defeat about Spock's idea of dirty talk. He did that occasionally, and by now Leonard knew what he wanted. He wanted him to talk medical to him. Whyever that was.

'You don't need it for pH-regulation or flushing out the seminal duct because Vulcan plumbing is neat enough to have a completely separate one for the ureter. And human males don't self lubricate the way you do, inside the rectum and on the whole penis. Same thing, even. Bulbourethral glands or at least what you've got for them. Why'm I telling you, you know that!' A moist tongue flicked over the small slit on Leonard's glans when Spock tugged again, and he moaned. Another, more significant spurt of liquid was caught by Spock's mouth and swallowed. His eyes closed before he answered.

'True. I know what it is. But I wonder if all humans produce such an amount of it.' Leonard flushed.

'No. I used to take something to reduce it when I was young because … I found it highly embarrassing. But I'm starting to think you actually like it.' Spock sucked the tip of his erection into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around his prey, and Leonard felt the result pulsing through him in languid waves. He was so close, but he wanted to finish while his lover was inside him. Spock drank from him as if it was purest nectar.

'Indeed,' Spock said when he released him again. Still holding him in one hand, he pressed the tip of his tongue against his frenulum. Leonard's hands clasped Spock's wrists and he groaned.

'Stop torturing me, would you?' Spock looked up to meet his eyes, the first drop still glistening between his lower lip and his chin, part of it smeared onto his lips. The entire picture was so surreal Leonard chuckled. Both eyebrows rose. He smiled and reached down to gather the liquid with a finger. When he put it into Spock's mouth, the slight amusement gave way to pure fire. Leonard found himself on his back with his legs in the air and Spock back inside him.

'Better?' The word came as an almost-growl.

'Much,' he answered, locking his legs behind Spock's back. 'Turns you on when I wipe your lips and feed you with my precum?' He pushed up and circled his hips.

'Only you can do this to me. Only you see me like this. There can never be another. Only you.' Spock's quiet pledge touched Leonard deeply. Even now it was rare for the Vulcan to be as vocal about his emotions as he was today. Gladly, he didn't seem to need an answer. Instead, he started to thrust in earnest, burying himself inside his bondmate with increasing urgency. Whatever thought Leonard had had vanished, and all he could do was move with him. Perhaps because of the bond, their encounter was extremely intense for him, sweet and wild.

He had learned to read Spock long ago. He knew the signs that Spock was getting close. But this morning, something was very different. He noticed how Spock's eyes shut, which was usually the first indicator. At the same time, something inside the alien opened and swallowed Leonard whole. He felt … he felt everything Spock felt. He felt the pistoning movement inside him, hitting that sweet spot over and over again – and he felt himself ensconced in tight heat that was literally milking him. Spock was muttering in Vulcan, apparently completely lost in the sensation, and the fact that he was so far gone made a nonsense of Leonard's attempt to still hold back. He moaned and clutched Spock's shoulders when he came. Spock followed him a split second behind … or maybe Leonard followed, he couldn't tell.

They hadn't managed to catch their breaths when the intercom beeped. 'Shut up,' Leonard grated. He held on to his Vulcan, hoping that whoever it was would give up.

'Kirk to McCoy, come in.' Spock slipped down from him, but Leonard refused to move.

'Len, you should …'

'What side are you on, anyway?' He turned his head, smiling slightly, before leaving their bed. Without bothering to put on clothes, he sat down before the terminal and answered. 'McCoy here, Jim. I hope this is an emergency.' For a moment, the face on the screen had an open expression, then it showed confusion. At last, a grin. Leonard knew what he looked like: face and chest visible on the screen, hair mussed up, beads of sweat and a distinct flush speaking a language of their own.

'Did I disturb you, by any chance?'

'What gives you that idea, Jim? Aside from the fact that I'm not on duty for the next three hours.' Leonard asked innocently. A soft chuckle answered.

'Sorry. But I need you in the conference room. And Spock. You wouldn't know where he is?'

'I might. Do I have ten minutes?'

'You have twenty. I'll say you're with a patient. Bones … have you considered letting the rest of the world know?'

'No.'

'Look … it's none of my business, but the crew would actually be happy for both of you.'

'Most of them. Someone might realise that there's a weakness to exploit. I'll see you in twenty minutes.' He cut the connection and sighed. 'Shower?' When Spock didn't answer, Leonard turned to the bed. His heart nearly stopped. Spock still lay there, sprawled on his back, eyes staring at the ceiling. Something was terribly wrong. 'Spock?' he asked, feeling suddenly cold. He rushed over to the Vulcan and placed a hand on his pulse.

He was certainly breathing, and the pulse was normal. But there was no reaction, his eyes fixed upwards and not moving. 'Oh God,' Leonard breathed and raced to the intercom. 'Sickbay, this is McCoy. I need a medical team with a stretcher in my quarters at once.' He dressed quickly and waited for two minutes that felt like hours.