GOOD MORNING
LADY SHINIGAMI
DISCLAIMER: OH, I ONLY WISH...
A/N: WHEN I FIRST UPLOADED THIS CHAPTER, ALMOST ALL MY PUNCTUACTION WAS GONE. I THINK I CAUGHT IT ALL, BUT LET ME KNOW IF I'VE MISSED ANYTHING. THANKS!
CHAPTER 2
Warmth surrounded him as he slowly drifted into a waking state. Usually, being a light sleeper, he woke up rather quickly, but that heat, that lovely, comfortable warmth slowed the process, allowing him to savour the novelty.
Eventually, he was able to identify the source of that delicious warmth as an unusually hot body pressed up against his back, strong arms wrapped around his torso and he nestled deeper into the other's hold, quite content and satisfied.
Memories trickled into his conscious mind, and this time he didn't panic, quite proud of that, actually, even if it still was pretty unbelievable. Now that he had identified the hot body behind him as his favourite Vulcan, he had to wonder; where had his best friend and captain gone to?
That question was quickly answered as Jim stepped out of the bathroom he shared with Spock, freshly showered and dressed in a clean uniform.
His smile, as he noticed Bones watching him from his bed, was unusually gentle, full of affection that made his heart stutter and skip a beat. Without breaking his stride, Jim made his way over to his red satin covered bed and its occupants.
"Good morning, you two. Sleep well, Bones?"
McCoy nodded slowly, his head still kind of fuzzy with sleep. "Uh, yeah."
"Jim, you are aware that beta shift begins in approximately 12.6 minutes, correct?" McCoy startled slightly, not having realized that Spock was awake. The Vulcan's hold on him tightened only fractionally.
Jim chuckled, leaning over Bones to give Spock a quick kiss. "Yeah, I know. I've still got time."
McCoy tried to get up, since he was sure he had a shift in sickbay, but Spock refused to release him. "I should probably be in my office by now."
Kirk grinned at him. "Actually, Bones, since you seem to have the very bad habit of working on your scheduled days off, I've cleared you for the next few days, barring an emergency of course, so there's no reason for you to not use your leisure time."
McCoy glared at him, but it was only half-hearted. "You've thought of everything, haven t you?"
Jim's grin only widened. "Yup, but you've known that since we met."
He couldn't really argue, Bones decided. Kid did have a point.
"Jim, you now have 6.2 minutes before you are late for beta shift." For some reason, McCoy almost- but not quite, kept forgetting that Spock was even there. Maybe that was because Spock was naturally much more reserved than Jim and Jim's presence was just loud and in-your-face, even when he didn't say anything, which was pretty rare in and of itself.
"Okay, gotta run, you two have fun!" With a quick kiss to both Bones and Spock, Jim was gone.
There was a moment's pause in the sudden quiet. "So, since you and Jim have ensured that I have some free time, do you have any ideas on how I should spend it?" His southern drawl was quite pronounced with his sarcasm.
Behind him, Spock just pulled him closer. "Indeed, Doctor. I was intending for a shower, preferably with you joining him. Afterwards, I had no specific plans, but truly nothing more laborious than reading. If you have any other suggestions on ways to spend our time together, I would not be averse to hearing them."
"Our time together?" McCoy asked, one eyebrow raised in question.
"Indeed. I do not plan on allowing you out of my sight for any prolonged period of time for the foreseeable future." There was a hint of Vulcan arrogance in his tone, a sense of I'm Vulcan, so there's no point in arguing, you'll only lose , but for some reason, Bones couldn't really bring himself to get riled up about it, like he normally would have.
"You know, you and Jim both seem pretty sure of yourselves. You both have talked about this, about me, haven't you?"
McCoy suddenly found himself pinned beneath a strong, fit Vulcan body, staring up into smouldering chocolate brown eyes, and his breath caught in his throat as warm lips attacked his in a kiss full of passion, and he couldn't help but respond in kind, giving just as good as he got.
He panted once released, trying to catch his breath and slow his racing heart as Spock gently nuzzled up his neck and behind his ear.
"Indeed we have. Jim and I have discussed in length our mutual feelings for you, after we danced around the subject for far too long, should the other have not agreed." A hot wet tongue lapped at McCoy's sensitive earlobes, and he desperately tried to not let the attention distract him from the Vulcan's words. "As I have said previously, you are the third member of our triad, our triumvirate, completing us, complimenting us, each in different ways. Your astounding wit and compassion shine through, despite your, quite often, acerbic dialogue. Your honesty is second to none, and while your professional bedside manner is astonishingly caustic, it is nonetheless reassuring and comforting, because it is genuine."
"God, Spock, you're makin' me blush like a schoolgirl with all that sentimental sap!" It was true because there was no way his face burned like that on its own.
"And yet I speak only the truth, Leonard." Spock's hands were slowly driving him crazy, and the Vulcan knew it too, both through his touch telepathy and from the visible signs wracked from McCoy's body.
"I don't really see what you see in me, I'm just an old country doctor with a grumpy attitude," Bones tried to say. He still thought it was pretty unbelievable that either Spock or Jim wanted him, let alone both at the same time.
"Then I shall be forced to remedy that," Spock's voice was low, halfway between a rumbling growl and a purr. "Until you believe it."
Then Spock was kissing him hard, pressing McCoy down into Jim's bed, making sure that any body parts that could touch, did. One long fingered hand reached for McCoy's, twinning them together, and through the Vulcan's touch telepathy, he was able to feel the depth of the other man's projected emotion and it left him stunned.
But thinking was overrated, especially when Spock started grinding against him.
Breathing even became a luxury he could easily do without as the Vulcan pinning him down quickly and expertly prepared him with very capable fingers, continuously hitting that bundle of nerves inside him.
And seriously, holy shit. That predatory gleam in those chocolate eyes, so human amongst alien features, had to be the most fucking erotic thing ever.
Especially when coupled with that damned smug and triumphant smirk as Spock entered his body with one smooth and powerful thrust.
After that, McCoy wasn't even really aware of anything else besides the slight burn in his ass, quickly drowned out by blazing hot spikes of pleasure; the hidden strength in the Vulcan's arm around his waist as Spock lifted him bodily off the bed; the hypersensitive tingle of fingertips on his face, grazing his temple-
He could feel the heat. He was sure of that. Positive of it, the heat was like standing in the desert. There was a sense of weightlessness, like he was floating, and beyond that, he thought he could smell the nostalgic scent of peach trees in the breeze.
He was also pretty sure he was in a mind meld with Spock, and time seemed to mean nothing here, in this strange place that was everything he knew and nothing at the same time.
Up ahead of him, or maybe from behind, McCoy thought he heard/felt/sensed a voice calling for him, drawing him deeper into the meld.
It was small at first, looking like a black hole swallowing up a nebula, a presence coming closer, glittering black and he immediately recognized it as Spock. The Vulcan's mind was gorgeous, just like the man-
Always there, soothing, a place to rest
Never judging, ever strong
A sea of shimmering blue-black stars, a desert sun at midday
Friend, brother, lover
Dear God, he loved this man.
And through Spock's eyes , he saw himself. He had never before associated himself with plants, but as Spock glittered like a night sky, he was hued in green.
A healthy green, like cocklebur, aloe, spearmint, and watercress, brimming with a vibrant life that couldn't be contained. He resembled a wild, lush forest after the rain, young saplings in spring, a garden of medicinal herbs glistening with morning dew.
McCoy was-
A kindred soul, forever loyal, self-sacrificing
In need of healing himself, a medical genius, special
Insanely innovative, emotional like no other
A treasured gift
Friend, brother, lover
T'hy'la
Their mental connection was broken as they both reached a shattering climax, Spock clutching McCoy to him, their bodies flush against each other, vice-tight and yet as gently as if he were holding a tiny child made of fragile glass. After a few moments, he slowly lowered his precious burden back down onto Jim's bed before lying down beside him, one hand gently caressing his sweaty, sex-flushed face.
McCoy couldn't make heads or tails of anything. His brain had shut down and was still trying to restart itself, with very little progress. That mental, emotional and physical overload had simply been too much for his poor brain to handle.
Eventually, when McCoy was able to rub a couple of brain cells together, he lifted his head to look at Spock, meeting the dark chocolate gaze with his own hazel and he smiled.
He pressed a chaste kiss to the Vulcan's lips. "I love you, so damn much."
Spock smiled with his eyes, one corner of his mouth quirking upward. "And I you, my t'hy'la."
"That was- Darlin', I can't describe what that was, but hot damn. Was it like that with Jim?" He wasn't jealous of his best friend or anything; he figured the three of them would probably be sharing a meld sometime in the future.
Spock nodded, completely relaxed against the smooth satin sheets and pillows. "In many ways, yes. In some ways, it was more intense, only in the way Jim expresses his emotions in the meld, but the two of you are my equals and equal to each other, both my t'hy'la."
Now Bones was curious, once he started thinking about it. "What's he like, in the meld?"
Spock paused, thinking, searching for the words, as he languidly ran fingers through McCoy's hair. "I believe the most accurate description would be to say that he is like sunlight. No mere words, in any language I am fluent in, can truly do Jim justice, but it is acceptable." He paused again, glancing down at McCoy, whose head was now resting on his chest, grinning in a decidedly Vulcan way. "Jim will be pleased with you in future melds."
McCoy was puzzled. "Huh? Why?"
Then realization hit, and he groaned. "Its his damn green thing, isn't it?"
It did explain a few things, learning his soul was green. It certainly explained why Jim had been stuck to him like glue since they had met.
"Indeed. We three complement each other in different ways. We have a rare gift in each other, as such compatibility, even when paired, is almost unheard of, in any civilization we have encountered." The Vulcan's too-human eyes were so gentle, it was startling. "I find myself... very humbled to have found both you and Jim."
McCoy didn't know what to say, he couldn't think of anything even remotely appropriate. So he didn't bother to try. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Spock's waist and held him fiercely close, his face pressed into the Vulcan's neck.
He must have drifted off, because sometime later, he blinked himself awake, finding himself alone in Jim's satin-covered bed. Feeling better rested than he had in a long time, McCoy stretched his body like a cat, joints popping and bones cracking, looking around for his wayward Vulcan in the dim lighting of the Captain's quarters.
Oh, there he was. McCoy raised himself onto his elbows, watching as Spock meditated in the center of the room, surrounded by the soft glow of cinnamon-scented candles and as still as a statue.
After only a few moments of scrutiny, Spock opened his eyes, locking with McCoy's, and smiled as only a Vulcan could, expression softening minutely, those dark eyes full of affectionate warmth.
"Hey." McCoy was feeling uncharacteristically lazy, but he was in too good a mood to actually care.
Spock rose to his feet in one fluid motion, padding over to the bed silently. He reminded Leonard of a giant cat. "You seem to be in good spirits, t'hy'la."
"That'd be right. How long did I sleep?"
"Not long. Merely a few hours. You required the rest." Fingers caressed his cheek. "While you slept, I took the liberty of fetching some clothes from your quarters, and I have also ensured that a pot of coffee is ready for when you woke."
McCoy grinned. "Aw, you're too good to me."
Mischief glittered in that dark gaze. "Indeed. Now, would you care to partake in that shower I mentioned earlier?"
McCoy laughed, the sound bright, warm and full of love. "Darlin', there's nothing in the 'verse I'd rather do!"
