English is still not my mother tongue, witch is still german. Don't hate me. Anybody want's starting a career as Beta- reader, please send a message.
Miz Perfect: I hope there will be more then tension, soon... """grining madly"""
Isadax: I will - thanks for wanting me to.
withnail: well, I'm glad you likes it. I really thought it sucked. Bet you hate me for this one: even more frustrating...
Have a happy new year!
"Computer, locate Dr. Leonard H. McCoy!" requested Spock, when he had finally managed to leave the party. It was quit late and only a few of the guests hadn't left, by now. As the first officer, however, etiquette required it for him to stay that long. The doctor, never a man to care much about such things, excused himself more than one and a half hour ago, claiming a medical- emergency. Spock almost sighed.
"Dr. McCoy can be found at view- deck two." announced the computers voice. The vulcan nodded to himself and set off, to meet his colleague. He wondered if he should still be calling him a collegue? No, this wasn't appropriate any longer, he thought. But what term would be? Lover? Well, they were in love, he mused. But they hadn't made love. "As if a feeling could be produced, just like this" he thought. Trying not to get sidetracked, by reflecting about silly human phraseology, he thought about a label, which would fit better. Partner? Although he hoped there would develop one; by now, there wasn't a relationship in the sense of the word. He hesitated and then decided that he would just have to ask the doctor, as he himself was too inexperienced in the matter.
Without noticing it, he had arrived at his destination. He wondered for a brief moment, why he was standing in front of the door, instead of going in. Then he pushed the thought aside and stepped trough the door.
The sight that presented itself didn't surprise the vulcan in the least. He had been friends with McCoy far to long, for such a reaction. Every time the doctor was troubled or just needed to think about something, the vulcan had found his mate here. At this very deck, exactly the way it was now: the room in the same semi- darkness he himself had requested earlier in McCoy's office, no other people, his colleague sitting cross-legged in front off the huge window, starring off into space.
The room was middle- sized, with a few seating accommodations, low tables and some big potted plants in front of a window that took a whole side of the room. Normally it would have been full of crew- members playing games, chatting or just relaxing. After all, the view was one of the most beautiful on the entire ship. Nevertheless, whenever the vulcan had sought out the doctor here, he had been sitting alone in the dark; just the light of the stars to light up the room.
When Bones heard someone enter the room, he didn't turn around to see who it was. He knew. He merely inclines his head a little to the left, to acknowledge the fact, someone had joined him.
Spock slowly crossed the room, his eyes never leaving the solitary figure by the window. When he was directly behind McCoy, he knelt down without touching him. He looked over the doctor's shoulder and saw the uncounted stars flying by. He couldn't help but wonder how it could come to this: When they first met each other, they almost immediately started an argument. As time went by Spock came to enjoy their bickering. It wasn't often that someone stood up to his reasoning and McCoy was certainly an even match. Although he was very emotional, he quite often made matters appear in a way, the vulcan had been unable to see. As more time passed by, Spock realised that he enjoyed not only fighting with his mate, but was quite content with just spending time with him. They discovered that they could actually have civilised debates and made full use of that. He had been delighted when he discovered, that McCoy enjoyed his company as well, but it had been hard for him to accept McCoy's friendship. Because this meant to admit a weakness. But although the doctor often used the fact that he was only half- vulcan as the punch line of his jokes, he never held this certain peace of information over him.
He had to admit he had even more intense feeling for his crewmate, when he caught himself trying to impress the doctor. He meditated a long time in search for a reason and finally he found it. He calculated his odds and decided to suppress his feelings. When he found this impossible he pondered a long time, who he could ask for advice. The logical choice was McCoy himself. As the CMO he was most likely to be able to help him. When he went to him this evening, it was not with the thought of seducing him. He just wanted the push and pull inside him to stop. He had sworn himself to follow every advice the doctor would give him. Not the man to break a promise, he had done so.
Spocksuddenly realised that he knelt behind McCoy for some time now and that he was very aroused. As neither of them had said anything, he decided to follow the doctors lead to keep silent. So, without uttering a single word, he cupped the doctor's shoulder with his left hand and slipped his right arm around McCoy's waist, pulling him closer. Doing so, he accidentally brushed the region of Bone's pelvis. What he felt there pushed him far past hesitations: It seemed the other man was just as aroused as he himself.
Helowered his head and started putting soft kisses on McCoy's neck, while his hands wandered under the dress- uniform and caressed the bare skin. He found a nipple and pinched it carefully. As he felt the man in his arms shudder, he couldn't suppress a moan. His movement became more urgent.
Bones didn't know if he could stand this much longer and he definitively didn't want to come in his pants, while sitting in the view deck, just because someonecaressed him. Even if this someone was a very attractive vulcan he had lusted after for longer than dignity would permit and whose cock was momentary pressed hard against his backside. So when said vulcan's hands wandered further south, he caught them and managed: "As much as I hate to interrupt you Spock, but I would prefer somewhere a bit more private than here." The vulcan nodded and let go of McCoy before getting up.
"As your bed is fairly bigger than mine, I would suggest we retire there, doctor?" asked Spock. He raised an eyebrow in question, seeing that Bones has put up a hand to stop him. "Listen. Once you invite someone for sex - as you basically did, a moment ago - it is quite common to switch to first names, all right?" stated McCoy amused.
Spock decided to play along and said: "Wouldn't this be inappropriate? I'm your superior, after all."
"If you're thinking of playing your rank at me, you better think again!" came the, again heated, reply.
"I was not about to do something like this. I just wanted to make sure I was not getting an earth custom wrong again, when it obviously means so much to you." answered Spock, a small smile tucked to the corner of his mouth.
"Can't you just say, you're annoyed that I talk too much?" asked Bones, while walking up to the vulcan and wrapping his arms around him.
"When has this ever done something good?"
"Never." the doctor admitted. "Well, let's go anyway!" he added.
Spock nodded and said: "Very well, let us go then … Leonard."
Well I know I'm evil and I know I'm going to hell for this...
Tell me if you like it or not. Are they still in character? Apart from beeing in love, of course...
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