DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN Star Trek or any of its characters and I do not make any profit off of this. This is only for my pure enjoyment and those who wish to read.
CLAIMER: I OWN my original character Bellamy Sinclair.
WARNING: This contains an established relationship between Dr. Leonard 'Bones' McCoy and my original male character Bellamy Sinclair. This is a MALE X MALE / SLASH fan-fiction. If you DO NOT like same-sex relationships, then this story may not be for you.
BETA READER: There is no beta reader for this fan-fiction, so there will be mistakes that I have missed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have recently been pulled back into Star Trek and just had to write this out for the lovely doctor. Please don't leave hateful comments. This is just for enjoyment, nothing more. Apologies for anyone OOC and for anything that does not make sense with the Star Trek verse.
RATED M FOR A REASON!
-oOo-
-Mature Content Ahead-
The morning sunlight bathed the modest two bedroom apartment and its two occupants in a soft glow. A moan tumbled through parted lips, the owner's brown orbs glazed with pleasure as they fought to stay open and locked on the striking smoky grays of his partner above him. Olive tanned fingers tightened on sun-kissed hips as the speed of their thrusts became faster, almost frantic.
"B-Bel."
At the moan of his nickname, Bellamy dipped his head and caught his lover's plump bottom lip between his teeth for a teasing nip before moving to deepen the kiss. Sun-kissed fingers tangled in messy blonde locks, tousling Bellamy's hair even more. Breaking the kiss, Bellamy brushed an open-mouthed kiss across his lover's cheekbone and whispered in their ear.
"Come for me, Len."
The brunette gasped through another thrust of Bellamy's hips, his climax quickly approaching. Fighting through the haze of euphoria, Leonard pulled the blonde into another deep kiss. Bellamy greedily swallowed Leonard's moans as if he were a man dying of thirst after days spent lost in deep space. Breaking away, Leonard's back arched as he came with a cry of Bellamy's name, his fingernails scratching red trails down broad shoulders. The blonde grunted as Leonard's hot channel tightened around him and he sped up to catch his own release.
"Damn it, Bel, you're killin' me," Leonard gasped, still riding out his orgasm.
A breathy chuckle escaped Bellamy at the brunette's words, Leonard grinning shakily as he grabbed a fist full of damp blonde locks. Leaning up, Bellamy cupped the back of Leonard's knees and pushed them up. The new angle had the blonde striking the bundle of nerves inside the brunette's tight channel over and over again at a relentless sped.
"Aah," Leonard moaned, turning his head into his pillow and biting into the soft material while his hands dropped beside them to clutch the duvet tightly.
"No hi-hiding, Len," Bellamy groaned, amused.
This happened all the time when Bellamy continued seeking release after Leonard plummeted over the edge first. The brunette turned his head back and moist brown orbs glared into smoky-grays. Cheeks flushed and lips swollen pink from all the nips, Leonard was a sight to behold. Leonard bit his bottom lip to muffle another moan and it was the end for Bellamy. The blonde came, his hot seed filling Leonard causing the brunette to come a second time. Bellamy caught himself on his elbows on each side of Leonard's head in an effort to prevent collapsing completely on top of the panting brunette. Leonard shifted a little before wrapping tone arms around the blonde's shoulders and tugged him down the rest of the way. All six feet three inches of pure muscle landed on top of Leonard's six feet one inch tone figure.
"I'll crush you," Bellamy whispered against Leonard's ear, earning a tired laugh.
"You haven't smothered me yet, Bel. I doubt you ever will," Leonard voiced softly, pressing a kiss to the curve of Bellamy's neck.
Bellamy sighed.
"You keep that up and I really will have to get the resuscitator," Bellamy teased, tracing the edge of Leonard's ear with the tip of his tongue.
"Mmm, you can give me mouth-to-mouth any time you want, Bellamy Sinclair," Leonard said breathily, his fingers tracing random patterns along the blonde's spine.
Bellamy chuckled and gave Leonard's ear a gentle nip.
"You're the doctor, Len. I just a Fighter Squadron Command Officer," Bellamy stated nonchalantly.
Leonard sighed, his trailing hands moving to grab hold of Bellamy's forearms.
"Don't remind me," Leonard murmured.
The brunette was terrified of space, especially deep space, but the thought of Bellamy belonging to a fighter squadron was even more terrifying for Leonard. At any time the two of them are in space, Bellamy has more of a chance not coming home when he and his squad of fighters are sent out to defend the Federation from attacks. Practically feeling the dark thoughts starting to flood Leonard's mind, Bellamy pushed up on his elbows and brushed a few damp locks out of his lover's eyes.
"Hey, I'm right here, Len. We're both planet-side in our San Francisco apartment," Bellamy whispered, pulling the brunette out of his negativity.
"Shut up, Bel…didn't you have something you wanted to tell me earlier before we got distracted?" Leonard asked with an eye roll and playfully shoved the muscular male off of him so that he could sit up.
Laying on his side with his head propped up by his elbow, Bellamy laced his fingers of his free hand with one of Leonard's; the one that contained a thin silver band.
"This will be my last time up as Command Officer of a fighter squadron," Bellamy stated, tone serious.
Leonard jerked around so fast that he almost lost balance and would have fallen off of the bed if it were not for Bellamy snatching hold of him in time.
"Are you fucking with me right now? Do you really mean it? What will you do afterwards?" Leonard questioned, trying to quell the hope that suddenly blossomed in his chest at the thought of not having to fear for his lover's life.
"Well…a certain blonde haired, blue eyed Captain of yours has offered me a position as Tactical Operations Officer," Bellamy voiced, his mouth twitching upwards into a grin.
"You sly bastard!" Leonard exclaimed before throwing himself at Bellamy.
The kissed was deep, wet and hungry before morphing into slow and sensual, but no less ravenous.
-oOo-
Four months into their six months space travel, the USS Enterprise received a transmission to assist with an emergency evacuation.
"Captain, there is a distress call coming from the USS Ophelia. They are under attack and are experiencing heavy fire. They are requesting emergency evac," Uhura, the USS Enterprise's Communications Officer stated, her eyes wide with worry.
"Alright everyone, prepare for the worst case scenario. Mr. Sulu, when you're ready, Warp us to the location of the USS Ophelia," Jim ordered as Spock stepped up next to him.
"Captain, I feel as though—,"
"Not right now, Spock. I just need you to keep an eye on Bones and make sure he remains calm," Jim stated quietly, having interrupted the Vulcan.
"I agree," Spock said and turned to exit the bridge.
"Sir?" Uhura voiced, one hand holding a com-link to her ear. "I'm receiving transmissions of USS Ophelia having deployed their fighter squadrons in order to buy time."
Biting the tip of his thumb nail, the Captain turned to his Helmsman.
"Mr. Sulu, punch it!"
"Yes, Captain!"
Within seconds of entering Warp, the USS Enterprise arrived at a startling scene of the USS Ophelia's shields barely holding up and their squadrons quickly losing fighter jets.
"Shields up. Activate phasers. When you get a lock on, launch the photon torpedoes," Jim ordered quickly. "Start the evacuation of the Ophelia."
-oOo-
Inside the med-bay of the Enterprise, Leonard checked over the medical supplies with his assistants as they prepared for medical emergencies after having been informed of a rescue mission. Spock stood by the med-bay door, having been the one to notify Medical of the situation.
"Do you know what happened to cause an emergency evacuation?" Leonard asked Spock, taking note of the amount of hypospray they had stocked. "Is it a planet like the last rescue mission?"
"It goes without saying that I cannot lie. We are currently involved with an emergency evacuation of a Federation vessel," Spock answered, his face blank and tone neutral.
Leonard paused in checking the protoplaser and gave his attention to the First-Officer.
"You know, Spock, if you're just going to stand there then you might as well help check the supplies," Leonard stated, beginning to feel uneasy with the Vulcan's presence. "Why are you hovering?"
"As First-Officer, I was ordered to keep an eye on you," Spock admitted and then his posture stiffed slightly. "As your friend, Dr. McCoy, I am here to see that you remain calm."
For a split second, Leonard felt as though time stopped along with his heart. Without realizing what he was doing, the PADD he was holding fell to the floor and he was running towards the Med-bay doors. Spock caught him around the waist, holding him back as much as he could.
"Damn it, Spock, get your hands off of me!" Leonard shouted, fighting the hold keeping him from leaving.
"I apologize, Dr. McCoy, but we will be receiving those in need of medical assistance. Your presence is needed here," Spock stated, trying to calm the Chief Medical Officer.
It had the opposite effect and earned the Vulcan an elbow to the chin that sent his head spinning while Leonard made a hasty exit. Spock raced after the surprisingly fast doctor, only catching up once they were both on the bridge and Leonard was staring in horror at the scene in front of him.
"Jim…tell me that isn't the Ophelia," Leonard practically begged, his voice shaky as he was unable to look away as a fighter jet was destroyed by enemy fire.
"Bones!" Jim twisted around, surprised at seeing his friend and CMO on deck. "Bones, please, you don't need to see this. We have the injured being sent straight to Medical."
Bones was frozen in place, his face glowing from the fire overtaking the USS Ophelia. He counted three fighter jets left, pieces of the other fighter jets drifting aimlessly in space. One by one, right before his eyes, all three fighter jets were destroyed. A wail of anguish reverberated on the bridge and for a moment Leonard wondered who was making all the noise. It was not until Jim caught him falling to his knees that he became aware that it was himself who was crying and shouting. Uhura left her station, dropping to her knees beside Leonard, the brunette hunched over as Jim went back to giving orders, sending his friend a look of sorrow.
"He can-can't be gone. H-he can't," Leonard sobbed against Uhura as she held him tightly.
"Dr. McCoy," Spock said gently, placing a comforting hand on Leonard's shoulder and giving it a steadying squeeze. "Please do not let your husband's sacrifice be in vain. He and his squadron bought as much time for the Ophelia as they could and we have managed to evacuate them. The crew of the Ophelia needs you. Help now, mourn later."
"Spock!" Uhura hissed, punching the Vulcan's shoulder at his words.
"No, he's right. I have work to do," Leonard stated, scrubbing his hands over his face as he struggled to his feet.
Without a second glance at the destruction of the USS Ophelia, Leonard left the bridge and headed to Medical.
-oOo-
Hours seemed to fly by as Leonard focused on patient after patient, treating them for any ailments they currently suffered from. He and his medical staff were stretched beyond what they were used to, working diligently and as quickly as they dared to; focusing on the life-threatening injuries first.
"Doctor, I need some help over here! He has extensive second and third-degree burns on his back and left side that will need to be treated quickly least infection sets in. He also has several fractures, a broken clavicle, a shattered left tibia, and internal hemorrhaging in his lower abdomen," One of his assistants called out and Leonard rushed to their side to aid them.
The blonde hair was slightly singed and matted with blood and their face was practically unrecognizable with all the soot and blood splattered over bruised features. It was the thick silver band adorning their left ring finger that caught Leonard's breath in his lungs.
"Oh God, Bellamy!" Leonard voiced in a mixture of mortification and relief that his husband was not drifting around in space lifeless. "Don't you dare die! You're not making me lose you twice."
His words were whispered and slightly broken as Leonard and his assistant worked as fast as they could, first at treating the internal hemorrhaging before moving on to the next serious injury.
-oOo-
A week, that is how long Leonard has been sitting at Bellamy's side as the blonde remained in a medically induced coma while his body healed of the trauma it suffered. Jim, Uhura, Spock, Scotty, Sulu and Chekov took turns making sure Leonard ate and even bully the doctor into leaving for the five minutes it took the brunette to shower. If it was not for the fact that they knew how hygienic Leonard is, they would have thought the man only wet his hair to trick them. Entering the doctor's private room currently set up with everything to keep Bellamy comfortable, Jim set a tray of food down for his friend.
"How is he today?" Jim asked quietly, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned up against the nearby wall.
"Better. The burns are almost completely healed and he should not experience any discomfort with his hip. There have not been any new bleeds either," Leonard stated, his eyes heavy and shoulders drooped as if the brunette had the galaxy pressing down on him.
"What about the other injuries?" Jim questioned, staring at the thigh to ankle leg brace.
Exhaling tiredly, the brunette leaned forward in his seat.
"His broken clavicle has healed nicely, but his tibia was completely shattered. He may end up walking with a limp for the rest of his life," Leonard explained, reaching up and brushing a lock of blonde hair off of Bellamy's face.
His hand lingered on the blonde's cheek for a moment longer before Leonard slumped back down in his seat.
"He'll want to know about his crew when he wakes up," Jim stated, catching Leonard's attention. "What will you tell him?"
Leonard frowned deeply.
"The truth along with the fact that he will not be medically cleared indefinitely," Leonard stated, his voice trailing off into a murmur.
"Bones, you can't keep him on medical leave for the rest of his life—,"
"Damn it, Jim, I sure as hell can if it means keeping him alive!" Leonard argued, face growing red from the anger he was feeling along with the exhaustion.
"Being stuck in a coma isn't living!" Jim shot back and Leonard stood up so fast his chair toppled over.
"It's medically induce! He'll wake up in a few days when his body has had a chance to heal more," Leonard shouted, bumping his chest against Jim's.
"And if he doesn't? What then? Are you going to put him in stasis?" Jim yelled and immediately regretted it as Leonard's face fell and the anger turned into grief. "Bones, I'm so—."
"Get out," Leonard demanded under his breath, turning away from Jim to pick up his chair.
The whoosh of the door opening and closing signaled Jim leaving the room without another word and Leonard took his place by his husband's side. Taking Bellamy's hand in both of his, Leonard slumped over until he was able to rest his head.
"You're going to be fine."
-oOo-
A couple of days turned into a week and the week turned into two. Before he knew it, Leonard was marking the end of a month having gone by. Bellamy was scheduled to wake up four days after Leonard's fight with Jim, the two having reconciled the next day. The doctor had run diagnostics multiple times in search of an explanation of why Bellamy has yet to awaken.
"Bones, we'll be docking soon," Uhura informed the brunette as she entered the private room. "There will be medics upon our arrival to see that Bellamy is transported to the hospital safely."
Leonard nodded, sending her a grateful look before she left to go back to her station.
"You're such a jerk," Leonard whispered, pressing a kiss to Bellamy's forehead.
Stepping back to prepare Bellamy for transport, Leonard almost stumbled over himself as a hand weakly latched onto his shirt. Spinning around, brown eyes grew wide as they stared into smoky-grays.
"…alling a jerk?" Bellamy asked hoarsely and Leonard nearly snatched a glass of water off of the bedside table.
Cupping the back of Bellamy's head, Leonard lifted the blonde's head enough so that he could take a few sips of water without choking on it.
"I'll have you kn-know that you are the jerk," Leonard stated with a watery grin, setting the water to the side before giving the blonde another kiss.
Bellamy's arm shook as he struggled to lift it enough to wipe away a tear that managed to escape Leonard's control. That action broke the dam holding the brunette's emotions in check and every tear for the past month erupted with Leonard collapsing on the bed beside him in both relief and exhaustion. It was a scene Jim and Spock walked in on, the former of the two letting out a shout delight at Bellamy being awake and stuck his head out of the door to inform everyone of the news. Spock walked over to the bed and rested a calming hand on Leonard's shoulder. Giving Bellamy a look that he is grateful of the blonde's recovery, the Vulcan left the room to allow the two some privacy.
-oOo-
"Easy, the incline is slick," Leonard told Bellamy as he helped steady the blonde on their way down the ramp leading off of the transport shuttle. "Why isn't there any grip matting lining the ramp?"
Leonard's demand at the others around them was filled with annoyance.
"Len, calm down, I'm fine," Bellamy huffed a chuckle, overall glad to be out of that hospital even if he did have to use crutches for the time being.
If it was not for Leonard being the medical professional everyone knew him to be, Bellamy may very well be sent to Starfleet's hospital. Having passed his check up on board the USS Enterprise, the blonde had convinced Leonard to let him finish resting at their apartment instead of the hospital. Being his medical doctor and husband, Leonard argued points with Starfleet and earned the two a few weeks time on Earth before the Enterprise was to be sent back out into deep space. Once inside their apartment, Bellamy limped over to the couch and set the crutches against the chair before sitting. Leonard followed close behind, setting a pillow on the coffee table before carefully lifting Bellamy's leg to rest in an elevated position.
"Are you hungry? Do you want me to fix you something? How about a sandwich? Are you comfortable? Do you need more pillows? What about something to dri—,"
"Len," Bellamy interrupted, grabbing the brunette by the front of his shirt and pulling him down beside him. "Just…shut up and let me hold you."
His words earned him a weak slap to his side and the blonde laughed. Wrapping one arm around Leonard's shoulders and lacing his other hand with one of the brunette's, Bellamy nudged Leonard's face up as he dipped his head down. Pressing a kiss to his husband's mouth, Bellamy felt the tension leave Leonard and the brunette kissed back, deepening their kiss. Slowly pulling away, Bellamy nuzzled his face in Leonard's thick brunette locks and sighed happily.
"Captain Kirk told me about Starfleet's plan of sending the Enterprise out on a five year exploration of deep space," Bellamy stated, his thumb brushing Leonard's jaw. "He's asked me if I still want the position of being his Tactical Operations Officer."
Leaning back slightly, Leonard stared into Bellamy's smoky-gray orbs.
"Your doctor still has your of medical leave with limited activities," Leonard voiced seriously, but the twitching at the corners of his mouth gave him away.
"I'm guessing that it is a good thing my doctor is the Chief Medical Officers of the Enterprise, wouldn't you agree?" Bellamy asked teasingly. "I know how strict he is about me doing my physical therapy exercises."
"I like this doctor of yours," Leonard voiced, carefully shifting around until he was straddling Bellamy's waist.
Bellamy gripped Leonard's hips, securing the brunette and keeping him from moving away.
"So do I," Bellamy answered, accepting Leonard's heated kiss. "I thought my activities were being limited."
"Don't worry. I'll do all the work. Doctor's orders," Leonard said, giving Bellamy's chin a playful nip.
A breathy chuckle escaped Bellamy.
"By all means, Doctor."